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The Job

By: zipado321



This story is 100% fiction and if you like it, please check out my other stuff! Thanks for reading!

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It's just a job, I've been telling myself for 4 months now. There's a market out there, I'm good at it, the pay is great, and the hours are short. My name is Anne and I'm a 22 year old college student who is a thousand miles from home. I get paid to give blow jobs, but I don't swallow ever. It's a long story to say how I got here--too long to tell here. Now personally I don't think that I'm a whore--whores are women who stand on the corner and get underpaid and STDs. Me, I work for a high class outfit. There is no pimp threatening us to work harder and longer. All of the girls work just as much as we want and there is never any pressure. And all of the girls do only what we want. Like I said, I just do blow jobs and nothing more, not even swallowing. My madame is always telling me that someone my age, with my body and energy, someone like that could make great money being paid for sex. But, I don't know... for me that's kind of crossing the line. I know how to give great head, guys respond really well to me, so I get in, make my money, and get out. 

There was one night that was different from all the rest. I was in the shower of a strange hotel room, getting ready for the guy's 7 o'clock appointment. He wasn't there yet--that's often how we do things when the guy wants a "fantasy package," and that's definitely how we were doing it for this guy. Apparently he was really well known by my madame as a good guy, a big spender, and, most importantly to me, a great tipper. Sometimes he ordered a strip show, or two girls making out, or a hand job. But this was his first time calling for a blow job, and I was the lucky girl to get his money. My madame called me with instructions of the particulars and said a key would be waiting at the hotel's front desk. Just as she told me to do, I went early to get ready.

I was washing the conditioner out of my straight, black hair when I remembered that I needed to shave my pussy. I didn't have much--my lips are waxed bare but I've got a neat, black triangle of hair above them--but for the guy that night I needed to be totally hairless. So I shut off the shower, stepped out, and went into the empty hotel room for my bag. On the way back to the bathroom, I saw myself in the full-length mirror and stopped to smile. I've always been damn cute and that night was no exception: 5'4", 118 pounds, perky 34B boobs, fair skin and blue eyes, and an ass that was looking especially good after my two mile run earlier in the day. 

As usually, I needed to decide where I was going to shave my pussy. There's never a perfect place to sit and be comfortable while it's being done. I filled my left hand with shaving cream and absentmindedly started to rub it into my pussy hair while I was deciding where to shave. I ended up sitting on the edge of the tub so I could run the bath water hot and slow. It only took a few minutes to do. It wasn't a large area of hair and I had been keeping it short anyway; what took the longest was re-shaving a few times against the grain to get myself so soft that it was if there wasn't any hair growing. 

You might be asking why it was that I was shaving my pussy when all the guy ordered was a blow job. He did order just a blow job--and a fantasy. It sounded a little strange to me when I got the call, but like I said it's good money. I was told that for the time I was with the man, I would be Nicole, an 18 year old bare, innocent virgin, and his daughter. I was told where to be sitting when he came back to his room, how I should be dressed, and how I should look. 

When I was done shaving I looked at my watch and realized that I needed hurry up since he'd be back soon. I washed the remaining spots of shaving cream off of my now-smooth pussy, then took out my bottle of then took out my bottle of Pink Blushing body lotion. In this line of work, Victoria's Secret is the only way to go. I took my time rubbing into my legs, my ass, my arms, and my hands and breasts. I knew he'd be there any minute, so I shut the bathroom door, hurrying to finish in there. Out of my bag I took a pink, sheer babydoll and its matching string bikini panties. I heard the hallway door open and I jumped, hoping that he didn't want to start yet. I heard him pause, taking the "do not disturb" sign off the door--my way of telling him that I was there. I heard him come in and shut the door... them start to pace a bit. I figured that I had two minutes and raced to get done. I pulled the babydoll over my head, then faced the mirror and put my black hair into two long pigtails coming out of the sides of my head. I quickly pouted my lips and put too much lip gloss on, knowing that he'd like it. 

Then it was time for me to get ready for the final part of his fantasy. Still with my panties in my hand, I went to the toilet and opened it. I didn't need to go, but I nonetheless sat down. I then raised my right foot, hooking the panties around my ankle. I smiled at the feeling of the cool air on my naked pussy and reminded myself of the role I was going to be paid for. I lowered my right foot and put my left one through the panties. I sat there in the silence, looking at my panties around my feet, my body practically naked and looking 18, my brown nipples hard in anticipation of tonight's work. I closed my eyes, reminding myself that when he was ready to cum I would shoot him onto the babydoll. I put my hands onto the toilet seat and took a breath in.

The door burst open and I yelled "Daddy! I'm peeing, you dick!"

The man looked kind and about 55 and had steely-gray hair. He was wearing a white hotel bathrobe and looked to be a tiny bit overweight, but he was nonetheless a handsome man. He looked at me and paused and I wasn't sure if he was truly stunned at the sight of me, or playing along, or whatever. Then his face turned angry. "What did you say, Nicole?"

"Get out, you stupid dick!"

He started to come towards me. "Never, ever speak to your father like that!" He slapped my cheek, much harder than I thought he would. For a split second I was angry, but then I realized that I didn't mind the sting.

"Oww! Fucking dick! Get out!!!"

He raised his hand and I flinched, unsure if he'd hit me again. He looked at me for a moment, then asked sternly, "What did you call me?"

I looked embarrassed and stared down at the pink panties that were stretched around my open ankles. "I'm sorry, Daddy," I said quietly. "Would you please leave the bathroom? I'm using the toilet."

"Nicole, look at me." I raised my head and he continued. "What did you call me?"

"A dick, Daddy."

He glared down at me. "That's quite a dirty mouth you've got on you for a girl who just turned 18, Nicole."

I looked down at my feet and panties again. "Yes Daddy... I'm sorry." Suddenly I felt something hit my cheek and I knew it wasn't his hand. I looked up and his robe was open; he had just hit me in the face with his dick. I gasped and I felt him grasp one pigtail, pulling my head and my mouth to his cock. 

"A dirty mouth is only good for one thing," he said coldly, but eagerly.

I didn't resist and suddenly it was time for me to earn my money. I ran my tongue up the underside of his penis and very faintly sensed the taste of conditioner. I thought to myself that he must have been busy in the shower the night before. I heard him groan, then I pushed my mouth over his cock, covering it. I let the whole length of my tongue rub against his cock, very slowly, very warm, and very wet.

"Ohh... you're so good at this, Nicole." 

He tugged at my pigtails and I looked up at him. I knew he was enjoying this; I knew he was getting his money's worth. I pulled my mouth up a bit so the top half of his penis is still in my mouth. I made my lips tight around him and started to bob my head up and down. I took his hips in my hands and pulled him a bit closer. I concentrated on the pleasure that I was being paid to give him and I closed my eyes. This was all so wrong; his fantasy was so perverted and I had done so much to give it to him exactly as he had called for. I wanted him to feel that I was confused with him, that I loved him, that I wanted him to be happy. It was then that I realized I was starting to enjoy this man's twisted fantasy myself. I went faster, taking more of him into my mouth. I felt him lightly stroke my cheek and I open my eyes to look up at him.

"You really are good," he said with a wink, and I realized that for a moment he wasn't talking to his daughter. 

I also realized that I was working toward a great tip here and I wanted to keep his fantasy going, as strange as it was. Still looking up at him, I lowered my jaw as much as possible and pushed my face towards him, deepthroating his dick.

He groaned and said "My wife never..." his voice trailed off as I started to slowly move my tongue back and forth and I saw him returning to the fantasy he had paid for. "Nicole, your mother never will do this... not once in thirty years." I started to move my tongue back and forth, faster and faster against the underside of his cock. "Ohh yes!" I felt him grab both of my pigtails and start to move my head a bit. "Yes, you're daddy's naughty fucking girl, aren't you?" I groaned in response. He grabbed my hair harder and said " Daddy's cocksucking bitch!" and with the word "bitch" he slapped my cheek very hard, forcing me to gag and pull back my head.

He immediately looked concerned. "Oh my... I'm sorry, miss." I looked up at him, coughing uncontrollably. "I was just getting into all of this... it's been such a-- a fantasy." I could see that he was losing his erection. "I'm away from my wife and daughter for so long..." He started to become aware that he was naked and uncomfortable. "I love them.." and he reached for the sides of his robe, ready to close it.

I saw the night ending badly, and I sure didn't want that. I pushed myself forward, falling off the toilet, my knees hitting the cool tiles of the floor. I didn't care that he was embarrassed about his fantasy, or he felt strange that I was doing it so well. I put my hands under his robe and pulled him forward. I took his half-soft cock into my mouth, pushing my nose into his pubic hair.

"Miss, I--" he stammered.

I wouldn't stop. I gave long, slow, hard sucks to his cock, making love to him with my mouth. He started to harden again and I kept the slow motion going. I made my lips very tight around his cock and I moved my head up and down, slowly and deliberately. I closed my eyes tightly and started suddenly to go very fast. He moaned and I knew I had him with me. I started to pull him a bit out of my mouth, so I was concentrating on the top half of his dick. I wanted to be sure I was able to pull him out when he came. I pushed my tongue against my lower lip so it was firm yet soft, and I pushed it into his penis. He groaned in pleasure as I moved it back and forth while my head went up and down.

I felt him put one hand on my head, softly and caringly. It was a sweet and paternal thing to do, and even though his penis felt very big now in my mouth and I knew he wasn't far away, I felt sad for him. I was beyond wanting a good tip and I was beyond wanting to do a good job. I wanted to please this honest, lonely man. I wanted to make him feel good and I wanted to give him something he had never had before. I wrapped my thumb and pointer finger around the base of his cock and squeezed, jerking him a bit. He was very close now and I could tell he was prepared for me to pull him out the moment he started to orgasm.

"I'm very--I'm about--" But I wouldn't let him pull his penis out of my mouth. I opened my eyes just as he started to cum and I loved the look of joy on his face. I felt him explode in my mouth and for the first time since I started this line of work, wonderful, warm cum hit the back of my tongue. I started swallowing quickly and eagerly, before my mouth filled up. I had sworn I would never be paid to swallow a man's cum, but here I was, glad and almost appreciative to be doing it. Even as he softened I kept my mouth to his, and it didn't take long before I had every drop down my throat. I pulled my face back and looked up at him while I bit my lip and touched one of my ponytails.

He smiled down at me and said, "They told me you wouldn't do that. They said you'd never do that."

I smiled back. "It truly was my pleasure."

He paused for a moment, looking at my pigtails, my face, my breasts, and the sight of me dressed in almost naked and in sheer pink, sitting on the white floor. "Why don't you get dressed... I'll go get your money. My name is Bill, by the way."

I smiled up at him, sweetly and loyally, my eyes filled with admiration. "I'm pleased to meet you." He walked out of the room and I knew something had changed in me.

The Job



Gabby was in the backseat of the limo wondering how this ride was going to change her life. She looked out the window at huge house more like a mansion that she was being driven too to meet her new boss. Gabby was a college student who was looking for work. She saw the notice at a local coffee house for a house cleaner paying $9 an hour. She was going to working to be at a local house but what she did not know, she was not going to be working as a house cleaner but something entirely different and exciting or that is what the other employers think. 

Gabby got out of the car and met by a tall good-looking guy.

"Hello Gabby it's nice to meet you. My name is Ryan and this Lucky mansion I hope you like it here." Ryan finished talking and offered his hand.

"Hello Ryan do you know what my job is exactly because the flyer and the message was a bit sketchy." Gabby grabbed her bag and walked up to the front door with Ryan.

"Well I'm not the one who's going to tell you that's some else's job but why don't we get you settled."

"Ok then," Gabby walked into the foyer and was shocked at the sheer beauty of the place. Gabby heard some rather unusual noises coming from upstairs.

"Ryan what are those noises?" asked Gabby.

"Oh you can hear them,"

"Yes well they are rather loud,"

"It's just the other staff,"

"What are they doing?"

"Their job this way please," Ryan pointed to a door at the end of the hallway. Gabby started walking and noticed that Ryan was not following her. He gestured to go on without him. She was already nervous but know she was getting a little scared. Gabby knocked at the door and heard a voice say come in. she pushed open the door and was greeted by an older man she thought he looked Asian but she was not sure.

"Nice to meet you Gabby please sit down," the older man sat her down in a comfortable chair across from his desk.

"Sir, what is my job here your message was very unclear,"

"Don't worry dear I will explain that. Know let me introduce my self my name is Mr. Ko you may call me sir or master." Mr. Ko opened his top drawer and removed a piece of paper.

"Gabby this is your contract please go over it and sign it." Mr. Ko handed her the contract.

"But I can't read it," gabby looked at the paper it was in some kind of language but did not know what language.

"Oh I'm sorry it just states your duties here and your employment for two years or longer depending how well you do." Well Gabby did not really trust this guy but the money was good so she just signed it and handed it back to Mr. Ko.

"Thank you Missy will show you to your new room, but first you just signed to be one of my new sex slaves good day i will call for you later" he finished talking and Gabby assumed that the girl that walked in was Missy. She looked about the same age as Gabby but maybe a little older. Gabby got up not knowing what she got herself into probably something very strange. Missy was dressed in a short skirt and a small gold top.

"Let's get you changed into the uniform," Missy brought her upstairs to her new room. It looked like she was sharing with three other girls each bed was a different color: Gold, yellow, red and pink. It looked like the pink bed was hers.

"Please take off your clothes," missy asked.

"Is there some where I can change?" asked Gabby, she really did not want to undress in front of Missy.

"No we dress and undress in front of everybody it doesn't matter its part of the job. You will get used to it." Gabby started to undress when she was completely nude Missy started walking around her.

"Good your shaved the Master will like that here's your top. You are new so you wear pink I have been here for a while so I wear gold. Everybody wears different colors based on how long somebody has been here. Are you good at sucking cock and pussy?"

"What? Am I good at what," Asked a shocked Gabby.

"You know what I asked. Their parts of the job are you"

"Yeah I guess but what is my job nobody has told me anything."

"Well let's see how good you are," Missy removed her skirt and went over on the bed with her legs open.

"Come here I have to see if your any good," Gabby walked over to Missy. She could not believe this what has she gotten her self-in. she looked at Missy's shaven pussy and began to lick it. If this was part of her job, she was going to be the best pussy eater they have. In less than two minutes flat, Gabby got Missy to cum all over her face. Gabby looked at Missy and saw sheer pleasure all over her face.

"That was great your gold at pussy eating know lets try cock sucking." Gabby felt something poking her back she turned around and saw a cock in her face. The guy was Ryan but he had a gold shirt on know.

"Let's get to it," gabby could not believe it. She started to give Ryan the best blowjob he has ever had. She sucked on his cock and then moved down to his shaven balls. She did that for about five minutes going back and forth between the cock and balls when she was not sucking on one she was rubbing and squeezing the other. She got her reward he started to cum inside her mouth.

"I wonder if she will swallow?" asked Missy and Ryan shook his head no, but she surprised them she swallowed it call then licked his cock clean.

"Wow I guess your gold at that too the master is going to love you," said Ryan still coming down from his sexual high.

"Why don't we introduce her to the rest of the house," Missy grabbed Gabby and started to dress her in pink shirt and black skirt. Then she added some gold lipstick to the outfit.

"Now you have to wear these at all times except for bed you sleep naked but you might be woken at any time if the master wakes you. You also will be wearing this." Missy took out a vibrating dildo with straps.

"Open your legs," Missy pushed the dildo into Gabby's pussy adjusted the straps and let the skirt down. "That stays in all day and all night unless you get permission from the master or a gold one." Gabby started to really like her new outfit. Missy and Ryan took a hold of Gabby and took her down the hall to meet everybody else.

"Oh and by the way that thing will go off any time the master feels like it and its also your alarm clock. If that goes off and you are the only one you have to go down to his office to see what he wants. Understand?"

"Yes um...do we get pleased by him and that's all?"

"No the gold people like Ryan and I we can please you then you have to please us but we also get pleased by strangers whoever likes us at the time. People go on master's website, look at our pictures, and see what we can do and then they come here so we can please them but the master always comes first. When you reach the next level red, you can start receiving gifts and such. When you reach gold, you can refuse people or ask for specific people if you want. Know lets go their waiting." Ryan opened the door and Gabby saw at least seventy-five people girls and guys each in a different color waiting to meet Gabby. Gabby started to feel her dildo go off. She looked over at Missy and could tell hers went off too. She looked around the room everybody's must have gone off and then shut off with no warning.

Gabby asked, "Now what."

"We have fun. Until the master calls us and then we do what he says."

To be continued...



The Job



Katie had never been that great at giving blow jobs. It wasn't that she didn't know what to do, it was all just licking and sucking in the right way, right? What she didn't like was how fast she'd have to move, all hot and sweaty with breast hanging etc It never seemed to her to be a particularly attractive activity although she was sure her boyfriend's cock was straining for the day she would change her mind.

Change her mind and just gently grab it and start licking it's full length before taking him full in her mouth all the way to the back of her throat

That day came.

Katie couldn't explain why but one morning she woke up next to her boyfriend and although she was achingly horny she just wasn't in the mood to have him banging against her.

Steve was still asleep so Katie decided to take matters into her own hands (literally) and have a quick play herself to perhaps try and release some of the tension. Her fingers soon started wandering down her body into her French knickers (she had slept naked apart from her knickers). She started by tracing her fingers up and down the outside of her lips. Her clit started to swell to the point she could feel it bulging slightly on her outer lips. Feeling even wetter she parted her pussy lips where her clit was aching to be rubbed. She stroked and rubbed it hard until she was cumming on her own fingers. Finger fucking herself. It was just the kind of orgasm she wanted.

Her squirming in the bed made Steve wake up and as soon as he realised what she was doing his cock began to stir. Katie had already cum so sex had even less of a chance now.

She ran her fingers down his toned body and began to rub his dick through his pants with the palm of her hand. Gently running her finger nails down the shaft, running her fingers around the head of the shaft but outside his pants. It wasn't long until he was pushing it towards her begging her to touch it properly.

Running the tips of her fingers under the elastic at the top of his pants she gently brushed the head of his dick. Steve gasped waiting for her to start wanking him off.

Sliding down the bed, she slipped his pants down to his knees and wrapped her hand around the shaft of his dick...he moaned as she began to rhythmically slide her hand up and down it's length.

She then inched her mouth closer so that she was wanking him into her mouth. Every time her hand moved back up the shaft she gently flicked the tip of his dick with her tongue. She soon began to taste his pre-cum on the tip of her tongue and as he was moaning so much she knew he was enjoying it. Steve was straining, gasping and putting his hands gently on the back of her head gently pushing his cock further into her mouth.

She did this a few times before taking him full in her mouth, every last inch of big hard dick slid into her hot, wet mouth. It was not as bad as she had imagined and she soon got really into it. Sucking and licking. Sucking a little harder on the head of his penis when she reached the tip and gently letting his cock hit the back of her throat when she put it all in. Not enough to make her gag but enough to make him get a little harder. He let out a long groan as she moved her mouth up and down his dick, sucking and pulling on it as fast as she could.

She would normally have stopped by this point, would have climbed on top of him and slid her wet pussy on to his hard dick riding him until he came but she'd already cum and now it was his turn.

She started to focus on the tip of his penis. Just sucking the tip of it, teasing it, playing with it whilst she stroked and caressed his balls.

Taking him full in her mouth again she stretched her tongue up the length instead. Whilst he was full in her mouth she could still lick and flick the head of his penis. Before long she was sucking and licking his dick and getting more and more turned on as he made comments about what a hungry bitch she was, and telling her to suck it and lick it like a bad girl.

He came hard in her mouth and she kept sucking until she was sure he had finished.

What a great way to start the day she thought, pleased that she had mastered the skill and knowing he would be back for more.

Only now she was hornier than ever again...



The Job



(c) DAR 2009

I'm not sure about what follows – should I tell you more, or have I told you too much already? There is more to be told, it's true, but do you want to read it, and do I want to admit to it? I'll read what you say – if you comment – and decide what to do.

I kept telling myself I was just flying to Southampton to sort out a new job - a promotion. That was all it was. Fly down Friday afternoon, fly back on Sunday. Or just possibly on Monday morning, that was always a possibility. I just had to spend some time with the girl who would be my new boss if it all worked out. We were going to go through some plans, try to work out the basis of a couple of new courses - we're in training, you see - so we could see if we worked well together on this kind of thing.

Her husband worked in the Middle East, the oil business, and mine was staying at home for the weekend, poor lamb. I was just visiting her to get the new job, because we needed the extra money. Spending the weekend with her at her house so we could work on what we needed without interruption. I was just going to spend the weekend with a colleague, that was all.

Except that I knew it wasn't going to be like that at all. I was quite certain that Sarah had long since decided it wouldn't - that was her name, Sarah - and I can't help wondering if Alex, my husband, didn't perhaps suspect what was really going to happen. To get the job I had to be able to show I could do it, of course, but everyone concerned knew I could. I'd demonstrated that before when I'd had the opportunity. Indeed if I hadn't lived in Northumberland, hundreds of miles from company headquarters, I'd probably have been given the manager's job instead of Sarah.

No, what Sarah wanted to know wasn't whether I could do the job. She wanted to know if I'd sleep with her, and she also wanted to know whether, if I would, she'd enjoy me enough to want to keep on having me. Would I be her mistress, and would my husband be a problem that would make that difficult? Would I be good enough in bed to keep her interested?

She hadn't said any of this, of course. I'd just worked it out from various things I'd heard or seen. Not least from something said to me a couple of months ago by another of the trainers, a younger and prettier woman from East Anglia, married to a former football star and suitably glamorous and high-maintenance. She'd made some comment about Sarah coming on to her, asking her to come to some hotel for a weekend, a study weekend or something. She hadn't gone, said she knew what Sarah wanted, and she didn't fancy the idea. I'd scoffed at it at the time, of course, but later...

And now Alex's career had gone pear-shaped - he said it was only temporary - and we needed the promotion, needed the money. Sarah had asked me down for the weekend, dangled the promotion in front of me, said her children and their au pair were away at Granny's, and said we'd be alone in the house. And in a meeting the week before, when she thought I couldn't see I'd noticed her eyeing me, eyeing my body.

I'm not bad looking for 45 - slim, good skin that doesn't need make-up, trim hips, neat if small boobs which have stayed in good enough shape that I can and do go topless on the beach, and cropped blonde hair - but I don't get eyed up so often that I don't notice it when it happens. The fact that it was a woman doing it gave me the shivers. I've never gone that way, never thought about sleeping with another woman. Not before this, anyway.

And now here I was on the flight to Southampton wondering how she'd get me into her bed, what it would be like, whether I'd enjoy it, determined not to let myself enjoy it. The further south the plane went, the more scared I got. What had I got myself into? What would she do to me if I was right about what she wanted?

Before I could get into too much of a state we were preparing for landing, and in what seemed like moments I was pulling my overnight bag out of the locker and heading for the exit. Sarah would be waiting for me in the arrivals lounge. I was hoping she'd like what she saw - I hadn't been sure what to wear, and had eventually settled on some nicely tailored trousers in a lightweight fabric that I thought made my bottom look really good, and a long-sleeved cotton tee-shirt that was quite clingy and again made of rather thin fabric.

Sure enough, there she was, looking very trim herself in jeans and a white shirt that was unbuttoned at the neck rather more than I would have expected from seeing her in the office. I put my overnight bag down to exchange pecks on the cheek, and when she bent quickly to pick it up couldn't help getting a good look at her generous cleavage. I wondered if this was coincidence, or if she was trying to send me a message. 

I certainly got a pretty good look at her boobs, which are bigger than mine, and looked quite enviable, the skin flawless and firm. But then she's only 34 and quite well off, so she should look good. As she led me out of the terminal was it my imagination, or was she swaying her hips more than usual. No doubt that the jeans were from a designer who knew how to cut them to make a woman's hips look good. I saw a couple of guys giving her a second look; indeed I saw one guy give us both a good look, and couldn't help wondering what he'd have thought if he'd known what was going on.

When we got to her house in an attractive and rather pricey suburb of the city, Sarah said something that made me pretty sure I was right about what was actually happening. I had made some remark about it looking a nice house, and she said that the trouble was it only had four bedrooms. The kids had two; the au pair had the third, so there was no spare bedroom for me.

She could, she said, make up a camp bed on the landing. Or I could share her bedroom. It was a double bed, but it was a big one, a king size. I said that would be fine, and we chatted about what we liked in sleeping arrangements - doubles, singles, hard mattresses, that kind of thing. And then she said she slept naked - not that she didn't wear anything, not even that she slept nude, but that she slept naked. I got the message, and said I didn't wear much in bed in the summer either. That way at least I could keep my knickers on. She seemed happy at the news.

I didn't want her thinking I was too easy. I slept with very few men before I met Alex, and nobody else since then. I wasn't easy. I wouldn't have been doing this at all if it hadn't been for a moment a few weeks ago, just before Sarah called me about the job, when I caught him on the verge of tears as he did the accounts. When I checked later I could see he was going to have trouble paying the mortgage any day now, and he was trying so hard to sort something out, poor lamb, and to be tough and not show how worried he was. In fact he was desperate; I'd never seen him that way before.

So here I was, waiting to be seduced by Sarah so I could get a job as her assistant, pay the mortgage and presumably have sex with her whenever she fancied it from then on. I had been hoping I could confirm the job before she had me, but now I wasn't so sure. If we were going to bed together tonight naked, then my chances of making it through the night without giving her what she wanted looked poor to me. I shivered again at the thought of it.

She got to my overnight bag before I did for the second time, giving me another good look down her shirt in the process, and led me into the house and upstairs to "our" bedroom. It was a big room, light and airy with a mirrored wardrobe down one side, which made it look even bigger. The bed, too, was a big one. Sarah showed me the en-suite bathroom, complete with double shower and huge corner bath. It was, I thought, a bit like a set for an up-market porn film, but I kept my thoughts to myself. It was also very luxurious and beautifully fitted out. At least, I thought wryly, I was going to sell myself in gorgeous surroundings.

Sarah left me to have a wash while she made some tea, and as I tidied myself up and unpacked my toilet bag I couldn't help looking in the mirror and wondering what she was thinking, how she was seeing me. There were, I had to admit, no signs that she'd gone off what I was assuming was the idea, and plenty that she hadn't. I went downstairs for a cup of tea.

After a cup of tea and a small biscuit we went through to her office, and she explained the projects she wanted us to look at. They did sound interesting, and we started work straight away. I enjoyed it, actually - it was nice just to concentrate on work again for a while. I made several suggestions Sarah really seemed to like, and the time flew by. 

Before we realised, it was 9 o'clock and Sarah's stomach gave a loud rumble! After we stopped laughing she apologised for not making supper - she'd meant to - and phoned an Italian restaurant in town for a meal. They said they could deliver it in around 40 minutes, so Sarah opened a bottle of good red wine and we sat on the sofa in her large lounge.

"That was a really good session," she said thoughtfully. "We could do a good job together. Do you really want this job, though. I mean really want it?"

"Oh yes," I said as firmly as I could manage, "Yes, I really want it. I'll do whatever I have to do to get it." Sarah put her drink down, walked over to the window and looked out into the garden for a long moment.

"I need my assistant to be someone I can be close to, really close to. I need a special relationship with them so I can trust them absolutely," she murmured, so quietly I could hardly hear her. She walked back behind the sofa, leant over and ran her hand down my arm. " I can see how we could be good together," she went on, "If we can develop that closeness.".

For a second I had the oddest feeling she was about to say something important, something revealing, very personal ... and then the doorbell rang, because our meal had arrived, and the moment passed. The food was good, the wine was good, and we enjoyed them both, sitting chatting about families and children and the usual things that two women talk about in these kinds of situations, where they are getting to know each other. Afterwards I went to help with the washing up, but she told me not to be silly, I should phone my husband, so I did.

He seemed OK - asked if I could talk, which with Sarah across the room I couldn't really - and a couple of times asked if things were going well, if there were problems. I'm really not sure if he knows what's happening, but if he did, that would be how he'd ask, I think.

By the time I'd said goodnight, and promised to phone him again tomo0rrow, Sarah had finished the washing up, and asked if I wanted a coffee. I said something about late-night coffees keeping me awake, and she said we didn't have to go straight to sleep, which made me think I knew why she wanted me awake, but I said I'd have a milky coffee. She drank black, as I'd noticed on other occasions.

So we sat on the sofa, drank our coffees and watched the news on TV. This time she sat right next to me, so our arms were almost touching. I was relaxing, my hand on my leg, when the news started to come round again, as it does on those 24-hour channels, and she turned and put her hand on top of mine, and squeezed gently, and said "Shall we go up to bed now?"

I said "OK" as naturally as I could, and she kept hold of my hand and led me out of the room, led me up the wide staircase. I felt like a frightened virgin, scared of the unknown and in my case worried that I might enjoy what was going to happen. I didn't want to enjoy sex with another woman, but I was beginning to be afraid I might.

Sarah led me into the bedroom, stood very close, and ran her fingers up and down my arm again as she said she'd use the bathroom first, then I could go in and get undressed. So I checked my toilet bag and tried not to think too far ahead. OK - a pair of clean knickers - I'd brought some spares - and some wipes for those special places, toothbrush and toothpaste, hairbrush, all there. God I'm nervous. What if I'm wrong?

The Sarah came out of the bathroom stark naked, her clothes in her hand by her side, and I was sure I wasn't wrong. I have to say she looked good naked. I'd have thought breasts as big as hers would have sagged a bit without a bra, but they didn't, just moved slightly as she walked, the nipples erect, which is why I was sure I wasn't wrong. The faint outline of a small bikini just drew my eyes to them, so that I also noticed how neatly trimmed the pale down on her mons was, how firm her thighs looked.

She smiled at me and said "It's all yours," with an inflection that made me wonder if she meant the bathroom or something else. So I went in and locked the door behind me and stripped and did the things I had to do, like brushed my teeth, and washed myself, and used the wipes, and put on my clean knickers so I wouldn't quite be naked when I came out, so I could keep something of myself to myself for just a moment longer.

I checked myself quickly in the mirror - not bad for my age, she should think herself lucky - unlocked the door and went out into the big bedroom to let another woman enjoy my body for the very first time. 

And she did, right from the first moment she did. I could almost literally feel her eyes travelling slowly over me, lingering on my breasts, which may be small but are quite nice, with neat dark nipples that are, as it happens, incredibly sensitive. And as I walked over to the chair where I was going to leave my clothes I felt rather than saw her eyes moving down, lingering on the way my low-cut white cotton knickers swelled at the junction of my thighs, lingering again on my hips when I turned away and bent a little as I put my clothes down, travelling slowly up again across my stomach to my breasts as I walked over to the bed.

She was sitting up waiting for me, her full breasts bare, and as I got near the bed she swung the duvet and sheet aside for me so vigorously that most of her side and her leg were exposed, making it even more obvious that I was about to get into bed with a naked woman.

Anyway, that's what I did, slid down and pulled the covers over myself, up to my chin which made Sarah smile.

"You're a bit shy, aren't you," she said, "Which is a shame, because you have a lovely body. You should show it off more, at least when you're not at work." She just sat there, above me, those full, beautiful breasts still uncovered, though I noticed that the nipples weren't as erect as they had been. And once again we chatted, about husbands this time. She asked if I'd been separated from mine much over the years, and I told her about the time I had to spend five months in Australia - family emergency - and she said I'd understand how she felt, then, with hers away almost all the time.

She talked about the problems she'd had when her husband first went abroad. You just had to take charge, she said, decide what you wanted and go get it, when you didn't have a husband around sorting things out. I'm not sure what I said in reply, but we drifted on to talking about need, about needing touching, contact, closeness - not sex, though that was important too - but contact with someone special, someone who mattered. Closeness, she said several times, closeness, and when she said that her hand stroked my shoulder gently, her fingertips just brushing my skin.

Then she turned my way slightly, those beautiful breasts swinging faintly with the movement, and she leant down close to my ear.

"Can I hold you," she whispered, "I so want to hold you." What else could I say?

She slid down the bed, her hand pushing the duvet down my body, exposing me so the top edge ended up across my hips, When she was lying down next to me I could feel her breast against my arm, the nipple stiffening again at the touch so I knew this wasn't just about closeness. Her hand stroked my stomach for a moment, ending up on the waistband of my knickers just above my mons. She leant forward and kissed my shoulder very gently.

"So close," she murmured, "I want to be so close." There was a long pause, the hand on my stomach occasionally moving just a fraction, her fingertips again brushing my skin so lightly. It was electric.

"Have you ever made love to another woman?" Her voice was throatier somehow, husky.

"What a question. No, of course not."

No 'of course' about it. I have. I've slept with several women over the last few years. I don't mean it's the same, it's not like making love to a man, to your husband. But it's good. Sensual. Very sensual. I like it." There was another long pause before she lifted herself on one elbow, looking down at me, her breast moving against my arm, soft flesh against my skin. Her hand came up to my face, her fingertips stroked my cheek, and then she gently turned my head so I was looking up at her, the grey eyes boring into mine.

"I don't suppose you've ever kissed another woman, not properly kissed one."

"No, I haven't. Never."

"Time for a new experience, then. I'm going to kiss you." She lifted herself more over me, so one of her breasts dragged softly across mine, looked down at me for a long time as the tip of her tongue flicked across her lips. Then she lowered herself against me, and her lips covered mine.

Soft and sensual - everything felt soft and sensual, her body, the length of it pressed against mine, her skin, her fingertips on my cheek, her lips. I could even feel one of her full breasts against my side, as it hung, swaying softly as she moved. Part of me was screaming that this was wrong but part of me was thinking how gentle it all was. The kiss lingered, then she sucked my top lip between hers for a moment, which made me tingle in spite of myself, and then she broke the kiss, softly pecked me on the cheek, kissed me on the ear lobe, and whispered in my ear.

"That was nice. Very nice. Now, about the job. You said you really wanted it. You do understand what you have to do to get it, don't you."

"Yes," I croaked, but it didn't sound like me at all. Someone else was saying it for me. "Yes, I understand."

"Good." 

This time when she kissed me her tongue was pushing against my lips, so I opened my mouth and let her thrust it in, explore me and flick in and out. Her hand left my face, caressed my shoulder, and then moved to my breast, stroking, gently squeezing, her fingertips moving to my nipple, feather-light touches that turned into a gentle pinch, a tender upward pull so that it hardened, tingled, stiffened and I knew I had to try and hold back, stop myself getting any more aroused than I already was, knew I had to try and keep control..

Her mouth moved to my ear - I hated it when she sucked on my ear lobe, sending messages I didn't want, didn't need straight to my groin, urgent, desperate messages. Her mouth, so soft and warm and sensual, her mouth on my neck, my shoulder, my breast. I felt her breath on my nipple as her mouth surrounded it without touching.

"No, please no." Did I really whisper that? I don't know, but if I did she took no notice, and I was drowning in the sensations as she sucked my elongating, hardening nipple, the tip of her tongue playing with it, her teeth gently nipping

And her hand sliding slowly down my belly. Sliding over the thin cotton of my knickers, fingertips pressing against the bulge of my mons, against the hood of my clitoris, pressing, moving, massaging, moving down to touch, feather-light, the thighs I was pressing together so tightly.

Thank God, her lips leave my nipple, her head lifts. Her voice, still throaty, is very quiet but very firm.

"Open your legs." A pause.

"Just do it." Oh no, not now, not this way, not now. Oh no, please no.

But I did what I was told, of course I did. I opened my legs, spread them wide as I thought of Alex, his fingertips slightly rough on my thighs, his penis hot and thick and hard against my leg. I tried to keep thinking of him, but her hand cupped my sex, her fingers squeezed my lips through the thin fabric and I moaned at her touch.




The Job



This is my first submission so any hints or tips would be greatly appreciated.

Thanks.



I step out into the warm summer sun at London Bridge station in the heart of the city. Feeling people brush past me as they rushed off to work I looked up at the buildings that were looming around me, feeling smaller than I did back in my native suburbia, but happier for it. I looked around to get my bearings and headed off in pretty much the same direction as everyone else.

I was on my way to my first interview since leaving university, although I had not tried very hard to find a job. In reality all I had done was put my very limited CV up on a job website, to keep my parents happy, and then used the time I had over the summer to enjoy my twenty first birthday and hang out in the sun.

It took me fifteen minutes or so to walk to the offices of the mysterious PNC Ltd. They had offered me my interview out of the blue and I had found it to find any information on them. I knew that they had several factories and another set of offices in New York, but they were not traded on the stock market. The only thing I had really found out about the company was the address and that they dealt in plastics. Not a great start when you are going for an interview.

I found the large building easily enough, although it did not have any signs that identified it. That was slightly unusual for the centre of London, but I let the thought slip out of my mind as I walked inside.

"Hi. I've got an interview at PNC. I was told to ask for Mrs. Swanson," I told the well built security guard who was sitting at the front desk.

"Ok," he said in monotone, "You'll need to sign in." 

He placed a clip board and pen on top of his desk. I pulled it towards me and scribbled my signature down next to my name, which was already written down, and passed it back. The guard looked at the sheet, picked a card out of a draw and handed it to me.

"This card lets you access the lift and gets you into the parts of the building that you're allowed in. Only gets you into certain places so don't go wondering off too far. You'll be wanting the fifteenth floor. Any questions?"

"No. Cheers." He gave me a nod as I walked past his desk to the set of elevators that where behind him.

A standard looking swipe card reader was situated between two elevators. I swiped my card, watched one of the lights on the machine turn green and waited as the elevator door slide open.

Inside the elevator was pretty much like any other in the world except there was another card reader. After I hand put my card through all the floors light up. I pushed the button I wanted and lent back on the far wall.

I did not have to wait long for the elevator to reach the floor I wanted. As the open I was presented with a long office corridor. I strolled down the corridor with some pre-interview jitters. Soon I came upon a wider space with massive black double doors which loomed in front of me. "Mrs. Swanson, Chief Executive of Sales" was written into a large plaque above the door. To my right was a desk, this area was clearly a reception area but none of that registered with me.

I was staring at the women who sat behind the desk.

Her brunette hair flowed down to her shoulders, the light dancing her hair. She had the kindest face I had, and will ever see. Her blood red lips stood out against her pale skin, almost begging to be kissed. Her eyes were deep and dark. Looking into them I seemed to lose myself...

"Mr. Campbell?"

I had lost myself.

"Sorry," I stammered, "lost my head for a second there. Yes, I am Mr. Campbell."

"I'm Alice." Her voice seemed to sing, "Mrs. Swanson's secretary. I'll let her know your here."

"Thank you."

With that she picked up the phone on her desk. Waited a few seconds and then simple said, "He's here."

Putting the phone down, she pointed to the door.

"Go on in Mr. Campbell."

I nodded my head politely, trying to give my best smile, and moved towards the impressive doors. I expected them to be heavy but they were surprisingly light. The door swung open with easy.

I entered into a large office. The far wall was complete glass and gave an impressive view of the Thames. There were two desks inside, an imposing one in front of me and one small directly to my left. Behind the desk in the middle of the room was a classic office chair, facing the scenery. I could tell that it was occupied by the tidal wave of shimmer dark red that fell down the back of the chair.

"Yes, Mr. Kagoshima Maeda." The woman in the chair swung around. "I'll put my best man on it.... Nice to speak to you.... Sayonara."

She had strong feminine features. If the girl outside was the princess this woman was defiantly the queen, and a damn strong queen at that. As she put the phone down she looked up at me with emerald green eyes. Honestly I felt afraid. Her eyes where starring at me in such a strange way I could imagine her jumping across the wide gap between us and sink her teeth into me. If she had been a lioness in another life I not wanted to be her prey.

"Ah. Mr. Campbell" Her voice had an oddly soothing quality to it, although it did not put me at ease. "I'm glad to finally meet you. Did you find us okay?"

"Fine. Ma'am." The edge of her lips lifted into a small grin at that. I had not meant to call her "Ma'am". It just came out. Maybe it had something with the confidence or, more importantly the power which seem to radiate from this woman.

"Good. And your time at the University of Liverpool? How did you enjoy doing Physics?"

"I enjoyed my time there, Ma'am. But the Physics was more of challenge than I expected."

"Well, we should always look for challenges and rise to them when we can. And what about this summer? It must have been nice to have a break."

"It was very nice Ma'am, relaxing."

"That's wonderful. You should be all rested and good to go while work as my PA. The starting salary is £25,000 per annum with benefits. Is that okay with you?"

I could not believe it. My friends from university could not match that as a staring figure, not even the people that had passed with a first and not scarped through like I had.

"That's very generous Ma'am."

"You'll have to work hard to earn it though. Make no doubts about that."

"Of course Ma'am."

"Well before I give you the job out right I will employ you on a trial basis. You're first task is to find Mr. Kagoshima Maeda a personal liaison in our research and development department." She gestured over towards the other desk. "The computer behind you is all set up for you to use. Just enter your name and the password holly28hocks."

And that was that. I was left to my task. Mrs. Swanson had never ever bothered to ask if I wanted the job. But I guess that had been given away by the fact that I was there at all and my reaction to the amount of money I was being offered.

I booted up the computer that had been left on standby. The task I had been given was relatively simple although it left me thinking for myself, which was probably the whole point. I looked around the computer looking for anything that would give me an indication of who to talk to in the research department. Fortunately, in the e-mail program they had there were pictures as well as names. I filtered the list by department and by office and scanned through the pictures till I found what I was looking for. I needed someone who looked like they would be willing to help me out. I like to think of myself as a good judge of character but no one can tell what someone is like from a photo so I was taking a bit of a gamble. The girl I had found looked about the same age as me with sandy brown hair and lived in a slightly upmarket part of the city.

I wrote down a few things on a pad of paper that I found on my desk. I made sure to right down Mr. Kagoshima Maeda name and contact details which I had already found in the computer and walked out of the office with Mrs. Swanson eyes drilled into the back of my head.

Once outside her office I made sure the door was firmly shut.

"Alice. I wonder if you could do me a favour."

"Sure, Mr. Campbell"

"Please call me Michael. I'm too young to be a Mr." In truth Alice was all most certainly older than me by a few years. Around twenty five to twenty eight would have been my guess. "Could you tell me how to get to the research department?"

"Sure. That's easy. It's on the twelfth floor."

"Thanks." I walked down the corridor towards the elevator. I heard her pick up the phone and wonder if the line only went into the office or not.

Once inside the elevator I hit the button for the twelfth floor. The doors open to a floor that looked pretty much like any other office in the world, a large number of cubicles with private offices on the outside.

I looked around for someone that did not look too busy. Finding someone I walked over.

"Excuse me?"

"Yes?" The man I had spoken to looked up at me with an irate glace.

"Do you know where I could find Rebecca Greenwood?"

He simple pointed off the back left corner of the room.

"What has she done now?" I looked up to see the women in the next cubical looking at me inquisitively, clearly after some office gossip.

"Nothing. I just need a favour off her." This made the woman's eye brows raise, "I'm Mrs. Swanson new PA." I explained.

This seems to slate the woman's interest.

"Well, if you need any other favours I'm Rachel," She said with a wink and sat back down.

The man I had asked for direction was completely ignoring me so I walked off in the direction he had pointed.

As I approached the far side of the room I was beginning to wonder if I had been sent over here just to get rid of me when I found the office I was looking for. 

I knocked and hear someone say, "Come in." from inside the office. I open the door, which swung with a creek.

The woman inside was probably about twenty three, although I have never been very good at guess ages. She had sandy blonde hair ringing a girl next door fancy. Her light blue eyes, which were looking me up and down, were surrounded by glasses. In ten or fifteen years she might look like a hot librarian, but defiantly not at the moment.

"Hi. Rebecca?" I did not wait for a reply, "I'm Michael, Mrs. Swanson new PA. I was wondering if you could help me with something."

"You're in luck. I could do with a break anyhow." She stretched back from her computer, stretching out her arms and exposing her ample chest. "What do you need?"

"Okay. Have you heard of Mr. Kagoshima Maeda? He's one of the company's biggest clients."

"We don't really deal with clients down her. We do all the geeks stuff."

"I appreciate that. Thing is he's always asking questions that we can't answer. We could always ask you but that would take time and as he's an important customer we want to keep him as happy as possible." Most of this was pretty close to lies. I had not spoken to the man but Mrs. Swanson had asked me to do a job and I did not want to disappoint. "I was hoping that you would be kind enough to get in contact with him and answer his questions. It should only be an e-mail or two a week."

"What's in it for me?"

"We'll I'd be very grateful and I'm sure Mrs. Swanson would be as well."

"Doesn't really help me, I don't work in your department."

"What do you want then?" I had not really expected to have to bargain, I thought I would either get a yes or be shot down straight away.

"Hm." As she though she picked up a pencil and began chewing on the end. For such a bad habit she made it look remarkable cute. 

"Dinner," she finally announced, "Tomorrow night. I chose where, you pay the bill."

It did not seem to be a big price when it meant that I would get a new job out of it. The fact it was with such a pretty girl was quite appealing as well.

I slide the paper where I had written Mr. Kagoshima Maeda detail down across the page.

"Meet me in lobby downstairs tomorrow after work at six."

"I will see you there," I said with a smile, "If you keep up your side of the bargain."

On my way back to Mrs. Swanson's office I could not help but smile, it had been quite a day so far, a new job and a date, and I had been asked for once. I doubt there had been many more productive days in history.

"What's got you so happy?" Alice asked as I walked past her heading towards Mrs. Swanson's office.

"Nothing really," I lied, "Today has just been a good day." At least the last part was the truth.

"It's only half over." She said this with an odd twinkle in her eye and a charming little smirk.

I pushed through the door into Mrs. Swanson's office to see her working at her laptop. There was a soft buzzing coming from somewhere. I presumed it was from her laptop.

"Did you sort everything out?"

"Yes Ma'am," said with pride, "I've had someone down in the research department get in contact with Mr. Kagoshima Maeda so they can answer all his questions."

"Good. That should help us out." Her face turned from stern busy to a more cheerful smile, actually now that I think about it, more of a mischievous smile. "Come around here. I need you to help me with something."

I walked round, naively thinking she needed help with something on her computer. As I turned the corner of her desk it became very clear that she did not have anything on below her waist one hand down between her legs. I stopped dead. If someone had pushed me I would have fallen over.

"Like what you see." She whispered seductively as she swivelled her chair round so I could have a better look. Her hand still blocked herself but I could tell that she was holding a small pink vibrator up to her clit.

"This thing does not seem to be doing the job," she said lifting up the vibrator revealing her seductively dark pussy. "Think your tongue could do any better."

"Yes." My brain was being to reboot itself.

"You should show more respect when you talk to your boss." Her fingers now beckoning to me.

"Yes Ma'am." I managed to put one foot forward. Close enough for her to reach me.

"That's better." She reached up and took hold of my tie, pulling me down. I went down on one knee at which point she place a hand on the top of my head, pushing me down further. I gulped in air for what felt like the first time in five minutes. Her essence filled my lungs. It was thick in the air.

I placed my hands just above her knees, enjoying the silkiness of her smooth unblemished skin. With one final push she easy my head down so my nose was just above the hood of her clit. I stretched my neck forward and licked up from the top of her pussy all the way down. She tasted salty but there was an after taste of sweetness which intoxicated me further.

I use my tongue to search this inside of her lips. Moving up and down, investigating as much as possible I was being spurred on by the quite moans coming from above. Mrs. Swanson's breathing, which had first been unsteady, had become sharp and shallow but regular like she knew what to expect.

I reached my next up looking for her clit with my tongue, when I found it I brought my lips around it and began to suck. This brought a sharp intake of breathe from Mrs. Swanson. Most of the girls I had gone down on would have cum by now but Mrs. Swanson was older and would take more time. I did not mind waiting.

As I stopped sucking on Mrs. Swanson clit I felt a cool breeze across my hard cock. I began to look down between my legs. This movement away from Mrs. Swanson's dripping pussy brought a playful but firm slap across the top of my head.

"You have not finished." I went back to the job at hand and once again began to explore Mrs. Swanson's inner folds. Whoever was between my legs then went a step further as I felt myself engulfed by a warm wet sensation. This made me physically stretch and moan into Mrs. Swanson.

She let a sly chuckle, "Alice really is good."

If it were possible for a brain to melt I am sure mine would have been dribbling out of my ears. I felt like I was in a dream.

This did not stop me taking full advantage though as I strained the whole top half my body to push my tongue as deep into my new boss as possible. Alice had now begun licking all over my cock, giving extra attention to my head which was pulsating. Her pace seemed to be designed to get me to the edge and keep me there.

I could feel my body begin to ready itself so I decided to try and speed things up with Mrs. Swanson. I stroked one of my hands up her inner thigh. While I directed my tongue's attention back towards her clit. I stroked my index finger around her slit to make it more lubricated before slowing pushing my finger inside. Moving my finger around I looked out for when her breathing pattern seemed to alter. I found what I was looking for with more easily than I had expected, and a few smooth circular rubs caused Mrs. Swanson to take a long drag of air. As she began to breathe out I lightly bit her clit while using my tongue to massage the top of it. My fingers increased their pace. 

Alice seemed to be keeping the attention she was paying to me in rhythm with Mrs. Swanson's moans of pleasure. 

Mrs. Swanson's hips began to buckle, slowly at first. I removed my fingers and moved returned my tongue to her open slit. As I probed as far as I could I felt her pussy contact and her hips lifted up into my face. I tasted heaven as her pussy juiced flowed sweetly into my mouth. Alice reduced her efforts on my raging member as I drank down the last of Mrs. Swanson's cum. 

"Up," was the instruction as I finished. I stood up Alice pulled off my suit jacket and shirt. She stoked a hand down my toned chest. I could feel her bare breast pushing into my back as I step out of my trousers and shoes.

I was left standing before my boss completely naked and with my pulsing member standing to attention desperate to be let lose. My co-worker was still stroking my muscular upper body paying particular attention my biceps.

"Looks like you could use some relief." Mrs. Swanson said with a smile as she ran a finger along the underside of my cock. "I think Alice will help you out if you ask kindly enough."

I felt Alice slide herself around me making sure her naked body stayed in contact with mine. I turned my head to look into those deep beautiful eyes.

"Alice. Would you please help me?" I felt hopeless.

"Of course I will Michael." She said this with such glee I was taken aback. She leaned forwards, giving me a kiss that felt full with lust and desire. She slid backwards onto the desk behind her before spreading her legs to expose her own pink pussy. I step forward as she reached out to grab my cock and pull it towards her.

"Don't worry. Watching you with Mrs. Swanson has got me really turned on." I did not really need much encouragement as I entered. Her warmth seemed to drag me in further and when I was deep inside her I leaned forward and returned her kiss.

I began to move my cock backwards and forwards looking for a rhythm she enjoyed. I felt Mrs. Swanson's presence behind me.

"She likes in rough," she whispered into my ear encouragingly, "Just let go." I felt something inside of me build up, an animal instinct that I had either lost or ignored for too long. My pace quickened and Alice let out a small groan, which turned into a growl as my body took over. I reached up and grasped one of her perky breast into my hand before taking her erected nipple in my mouth.

"Yes. Fuck me Michael. Fuck my cunt." Alice scream was so loud it echoed off the walls.

This pushed me over the edge. My whole body tensed as my cock fired wave after wave of cum into Alice.

I slumped to my knees in an exhausted bliss.

"We have made quite as mess." Mrs. Swanson spoke like a disappointed teacher. "And Alice does not seem satisfied."

I looked up at Alice. Her head was at angle as if she was wondering what I would do next, while her face had a glow to it from the rush of blood to her skin. Cum, my cum was beginning to drip out of her pussy.




The Job



399

He knock right below the plastic numbers of the of room at the Hartsrun Inn. She opened the door.

"Hey"

"Hey" and he walked right in.

...what seemed like second later he found himself naked and tied up good; knees pointed upwards, arms ran behind his back, crossed, and tied to his ankles, knots near his ankles, wrists, knees, and thighs...she even lashed the rope over his stomach and tied a few knots there for good measures.

He stuck his tongue out as far as he could. Her ass stood there, inches from his face. He felt like he was just about to reach and taste it when she finished typing in the number and took another step forward without even noticing. Her ass now seemed like miles away. He was breathing pretty heavy with a bit of an adrenaline.

She just stood there with her back to him and her phone to her ear in nothing but a slim black thong. 

"Hey," she finally said "Yeah, he's tied up....Yeah...oh cool, wow.....well when are you going to get here?.....Yeah, I totally missed that episode where they have to make theirs dress match the design of the store..." She trailed off into a mumble as she walked into the bathroom for her purse and just stood there in front of the mirror as she talked. 

With the door partly in the way, he got some brief glimpses of her chest. She laughed at something that was said over the phone and he got harder. She finally turned around.

"Okay, well, see you then." She walked about out looking at her phone as she shut it off. "She won't be here for another half hour or so." She had pulled out a cigarette and a lighter from her purse but he didn't notice. She lit it and dropped her phone down into her duffle bag by the bed.

"What do you have in mind till then?" He was still breathing heavy. Her crotch was now inches from his face as she just stood there.

"You just hold tight," she said and walked around the room.

"Oh, Come On!" He shouted. "What the fuck!"

"What, is baby horny?" She laughed.

"Yeah!' He couldn't help but laugh too and pull and wiggle in his bonds a bit to she her his helplessness. "You're so fucking hot."

"Hmmm, maybe this will help." She pulled a rubber ball gag and playful dropped it down in front of him.

He laughed and shook his head. "I...I don't know, babe." 

"I promise, no blindfold, so you can see all you want." She now knelt down descending her breasts toward him.

"...nah, bebe..." he laughed a little and stumbled over his words as she guided then shoved the ball in his mouth. He felt his tongue get pushed back and he tasted the odd rubber. She the pushed his head down into the bed to strap it tight. He let out a grunt as she finished. 

She then stood up a moment and looked at him, while she took a final drag. A knock at the door almost startled her, but she just turned and open the door.

A tall women in a dress suit and a laptop walked right in. "Hello, Tom." She went right to the desk, sat, and opened up her computer to turn it on.

He slammed his head down and rubbed his head into the sheets in frustration and let out a grunt. "Damn!" he thought.

"What are the numbers, Tom?"

He had a second to think as the other woman undid the gag. He couldn't think of a damn thing and only instinctively flexed into the rope.

"5201467" he gasped as the ball popped out of his month.

As the one typed away, the other swung her arm up to gentle slap and squeeze his balls.

"AH! I'm not lying!"

"I know," she looked at him with a smile and handled his dick for a bit before letting him go.

The woman closed the laptop and stood to take off her jacket to review a black bra. "Now did you kill Spike?"

"I did" he dropped his head and let it rest on the bed. His gaze fell on his shirt, pants, and gun laying on the dresser. "So Stupid!" he thought.

"Naughty-Naughty" his original play said as she slowly walked around him. Her colleague dropped her skirt and started taking off her accessories. 

"What's this?" The woman standing over him slide her finger down his back along large back logograms against his dark skin down to his left buttock.

"Warrior" he said in Japanese and had time to see his revival nod then felt a sharp sting across his ass. He couldn't help but yelp out. He didn't even see the woman standing behind him pick up the whip. "Jesus!" quickly followed the yelp.

His abuser rubbed his thigh and ass where she lashed. "I must admit Tom, never knew you were that big...and you should see him hard."

"Really, funny, so what do we do now?" The other woman pulled out a pair of pants from the bag and slipped them on to replace the skirt. She now stood there with no top, just her bra.

"I don't know....just leave him?" She looked down at him, still rubbing.

"What?" He lifted his head in both their directs.

"What about Jeff?" One of the girls finally said.

"What about him" The other replied.

"We suppose to meet him in the front lobby."

"I thought Jessica was going to meet him."

'Wait, Wait. You're not just going to leave me here!" he shouted.

"Eh," she now let out a loud frunt and quickly picked up the ball gag. "Okay, it's 10:45 now. He said he'd meet us a quarter to midnight." She need a little more effort this time but got it in quickly without really even thinking about it much.

He muffled into the gag and twitched but barely budge.

"Okay, we have to go to another job." She playfully slapped his ass and pulled herself off the bed. 

He mumbled after her with his tongue jammed back. 

"Wait here. You'll be fine." She pulled out pants while the other already had a different jacket on.

"Wait," she said as the other finished getting dressed and started fiddling with her hair. "He may know about friday?"

They both paused then both walked over to his rigid body. One quickly undid the gag with the other grabbed his hair to pull his head back. "Ah!" He belt.

"What's going to happen on Friday?"

"Untie me and I'll tell you, I promise!"

One let out a grunt of frustrate, bent down into her bag and pulled out a knife. "How about I let you lick my ass and don't shave your balls." She pressed the blade up under his sack.

"Ah-Ah-Ah..."He was breathing heavily. "Actually...that doesn't sound too bad." He tried to pushed out a laugh.

His balls and sack were pulled up tight against his body being hard enough for her to slide the up toward the shaft to make a gentle scratching sound. She looked down at his cock. Between the cock-ring and his girth, his balls now looked tiny.

"I guess he thinks we're playing with him."

"We are," the blond pulled his head back into her tight stomach and lightly scratched his scalp and face with her nails. "This is what you wanted, isn't it baby."

He didn't respond."

"Should we call Jessica?" ...they both paused.

*********************************************************

He was definitely a weight lifter or at least built like one. Almost like a big football player...he has to be for his line of work. Big shoulder, bulging check and gradually slimed down to his abs but still very think all the way down his legs. The bed creaked and rocked back and forth as the frantically pulled at the rope around his hands, ankles, and the four wooden posts of the bed. They weren't the best knots, seems loose enough to escape, but he should be good. She was kinda in a hurry when she did it. Duct tape stretched around his eyes as his head twitched about. He muffled continuously into even more tape around his mouth.

She just finished zipping up her second boot and made her way to her bag as she fiddled to attach her watch to her wrist.

"Well, it was really nice meeting you Jeff." She started stuffing his clothes and other belongs into the bag. "I'm just waiting for girls."

She then pulled out a gun with the silencer already attached. Her phone rang.

"Hey...." She picked up her phone and paced along the bed as he continued to struggle and moan aggressively at her. "Yeah, that's him. I'm don't think he wants to talk." She stood and stared at his small semi-hard dick flop back and forth from one leg to the other. -Boy, looks even smaller against those bulging legs, she thought before return her focus to her friends.

"Okay, let me see..." She pulled the phone away from her face. "What's the deal with Friday?" He just mumbled as much as he could in the gag. She put the phone back to her face ..."he doesn't know...okay, do you want to come down here or should I meet you up there? ...No I'm all ready...okay. See'ya?"

She hung up, slowly walked over to him. After a brief moment, she grabbed his sack and go real close to his ear. His dick pocked a little behind her wrist. "This is for being an asshole, you fucking pervert!" And she punched him where it counts forcing him to let out a scream into the tape. With that she gathered her belongings and shot him in the head before turning off the lights and making exit.

*******************************************************

"Anything?" Jessica closed the door behind her and join her friends who stood around Tom. "Hey, Tom." She briefly acknowledged him then returned to the girls.

"Tried the whip a few time, I think he likes it."

Did you try taking the ball gag out?"

"Funny." Jessica recovered some rubber gloves from her bag on the way to the room and started pulling them on. "Alright, Tom, what's going to happen." She walked around him. "Or do you want to taste your own cum."

The other two knelt on the bed to hold him as she started to spread his cheeks revealing a small line of hair. "Nice tattoo." She said as she slipped one of her fingers inside. He shook and muffled into the rubber around his lips, tried to clench and fight it but she pushed harder making it all the way in. "Take his gag off."

They followed her order and he let out a loud moan. 

"Tell us," she wiggled her finger inside.

"Ah-Ah-Ah..."

"Help him out," Jessica gently asked as she start to pull her finger slightly in and out. He moaned louder which let to a scream when the second girl slapped his dick into a cup and started to grope it roughly. She haven't touched him till then -Not bad, she thought, bigger than typical Asians. 

"Ah-Ah-AH-Okay-Okay, Okay!" He started to ramble on in Japanese with sudden bursts of moaning as they continued fingering and fondling.

"Good boy," the blond said running her fingers through his hair.

To be continued. 



The Job Applicant



"Old Harvey Perkins is retiring," Adrian said. 

Patience laughed and responded, "It's about time, he's been CEO for...well it seems like for ever."

"Not quite for ever," Adrian grinned. "He was with Old Mr. Montgomery when he started the company, worked his way up, and when the company went public he landed the CEO's job." 

The company in question was the Montgomery Brick and Roof Tile Company, known among the employees simply as "Monty's." Once it went public it had expanded far beyond the business established by old Mr. Montgomery to absorb rivals and take in quarries and even a foundry and a small engineering plant. 

Old Mr. Montgomery had long gone to his just rewards, but the Montgomery family still held the majority of shares, and the board consisted mainly of the Montgomery family, with "Young" Mr. Montgomery as the chairman.

Patience looked at Adrian questioningly and asked, "Are you thinking of applying?"

Adrian shrugged and said, "I've thought about it, but I don't think I'd have much chance."

"Why not?" Patience said indignantly, "you've done a marvellous job as production manager so why wouldn't you stand a chance?" 

Adrian and Patience were only eighteen months into their marriage and she was immensely proud of Adrian's success. He had started as an apprentice in the foundry and his talent had been quickly recognised and he had been passed around the various branches of the company and finally landed his managerial job when he was twenty nine. At the age of thirty three he had married the lovely Patience who was some ten years his junior.

"Fred Hendricks is going to apply," Adrian went on, "and they're going to call for outside applications so I don't think I'd stand a chance; there are some pretty bright boys out there."

"Fred Hendricks," Patience said disdainfully, "a sales manager, what does he know...?"

"He's been with the company longer than I have," Adrian interrupted, "and he knows a lot more about the outside contacts than me. If it came to a choice between Fred and me I think the board would choose Fred, for a start he's older than me"

"You don't know that," Patience said soothingly, "and you never will know unless you apply." She looked searchingly at Adrian and asked, "Would you really want the job?"

"Yes, yes I would," Adrian replied earnestly. "I think I've fantasised about being CEO since early in my apprenticeship, but..." His voice trailed away.

"Then for goodness sake apply," Patience said with all the ardour of a young wife ambitious for her husband." 

"And if I don't get the job?" 

"Then we're no worse off than we are now."

Adrian laughed and said, "We'd be a hell of a lot better off if I did get the job."

"It's not just the money," Patience said seriously, "If you really want the job I'd want it for you."

Adrian laughed and kissed her and said, "Right now there's something I want more than the job, let's go to bed."

Patience returned his laugh as said, "If you do get to be CEO you'd better still want to go to bed with me."

* * * * * * * * 

Adrian duly applied for the job and together with Fred Hendricks there were a lot of outside applicants. After preliminary interviews it came down to Fred, Adrian and three outside applicants. What Fred and Adrian knew, but the outside applicants did not know, was that in the end it rested with Young Mr. Montgomery. Whoever got the nod from him would be the successful applicant.

Young Mr. Montgomery was not exactly young. He was in his early fifties and was still a handsome man in that middle aged leonine way some men are fortunate to acquire. At the age of twenty five, and at the urging of his late father, he had married a wealthy widow. The purpose was to get her to inject capital into the company, and that had in fact first set the company on the road to success and expansion. The marriage had been childless and the woman had died some five years before the CEO vacancy emerged, and Young Mr. Montgomery had not remarried. 

He was a great believer in getting to know the wives and families of what he called the "management team." He held the view that managers need the support of their families to be really successful in their jobs, and in practical terms this meant the board, the managers and their families getting together for social occasions. 

It was at one of these social occasions that newly married Patience had met Young Mr. Montgomery. On being introduced Young Mr. Montgomery had welcomed her, but in a rather formal manner, and seemed to take no further interest in her beyond what politeness demanded. 

This did not bother Patience, who in fact did not enjoy these social occasions, since to her they seemed to consist of talking shop and one-upmanship. She went along however for the sake of her husband. 

The process of selecting a new CEO took a long time as such processes usually do, and during this time of seemingly endless waiting on the part of the applicants Adrian's enthusiasm for the job had grown to fever pitch. If he failed to get the job it was almost as if it would be the end of the world for him. 

Patience became concerned over what to her seemed an obsessive eagerness on Adrian's part, but she continued to support him as best she could, although she did wonder if she should have encouraged him to apply in the first place. 

One sad outcome of the over anxiety Adrian was experiencing was a fall off in his libido, and for a sexually passionate young woman like Patience this was proving very distressing. She almost got to the point of suggesting Adrian drop his application, but seeing how eager he was, and telling herself that their sex life would be all right when the whole business was over, she made no move to dissuade him. 

* * * * * * * * 

It was a warm summer afternoon and Patience was sitting on the patio, an unread book on her lap, and her mind dwelling, as it often did those days, on what would happen if Adrian failed to get the job.

She was suddenly jolted out of her reverie by a voice saying, "Good afternoon Mrs. Austin."

Patience gasped and swung round in her seat to see Young Mr. Montgomery standing behind her. 

He smiled and said, "I'm sorry if I startled you, but I did ring the front door bell, and seeing a car in the drive I thought someone must be at home so I decided to come round the back. 

"Mr. Montgomery," Patience gasped, "I'm afraid Adrian's at work and..."

"Oh I know that my dear," Mr. Montgomery said, "I just happened to be passing and I thought I'd drop in to see you." 

"Me!"

"Yes," Mr. Montgomery said smoothly, "you know how I like to keep in touch with my managers' families, and we haven't got to know each other very well so far. I thought this would be an opportunity."

"It's very kind of you Mr. Montgomery," Patience said, wondering what his real motive was.

"Not at all," he replied, "I felt it was rather important that we had a little talk seeing that Adrian is one of the applicants for the CEO's job. If he were to be successful it might mean a change in life style for you both."

"Do you think Adrian has a chance?" Patience asked shyly.

"Ah, now that's something I can't discuss with you young lady," Montgomery replied, "that's still under consideration by the board, but if it's any comfort we expect to make our decision within the next month." 

"I shouldn't have asked," Patience said contritely.

"No, no, perfectly natural," Montgomery assured her, "but you understand my position." 

"Yes, of course Mr. Montgomery," she replied.

"Seeing that we are, as it were, far from the madding crowd, ha-ha, and this is a friendly visit, why don't you call me Donald?"

"Yes, if you wish," Patience said doubtfully. 

"And you won't mind if I call you Patience?"

"No, no, not at all; can I get you some tea or coffee?"

"That would be very kind of you Patience, tea would be fine."

Taking that to be a "yes" Patience went off to get the tea, leaving Donald sitting on the patio. On her return it was to find Donald standing in the garden gazing at some roses.

"You have a beautiful garden," he said, "your work?" 

"Most of it," Patience replied. "I love gardening and Adrian doesn't have much time for it." 

"Ah, lucky man," Donald said, "a beautiful wife who makes a beautiful garden for him; two fortunate men.

"Two men?"

"Oh sorry, I was thinking of the other in-house applicant, Fred Hendricks, he too has a beautiful wife. Do you know Mrs. Hendricks?"

Patience remembered seeing Francesca Hendricks at the company social gatherings and yes, she was a darkly attractive woman in her mid thirties with a buxom but superb figure. 

"I don't exactly know her, but I have seen her," Patience replied, "she's certainly very attractive."

They sat and began to drink their tea. Donald gazed out pensively over the garden for a while and then said, "Yes, very attractive, and she's very keen for Fred to get the job," and he added hastily, "Just as I assume you are keen for Adrian to get the job."

"Yes, I know how much it means to him."

"Of course, and it makes me feel very responsible," Donald said dreamily.

"Responsible?"

"Knowing that in a sense I hold the future lives of young men in my hands, so to speak."

"Yes, I see," Patience said.

Donald suddenly became very business like. "Look at it this way Patience, we now have five candidates left to consider. Each of them has desirable qualities for the position, but of course no one of them has all the qualities. Two, Adrian and Fred from within the company and three outsiders; it's very difficult my dear.

"Yes, it must be," Patience said, trying to sound sympathetic.

"It's made even more difficult because however long the board dithers around trying to make up its collective mind, I know and they know that it finally comes down to me. Whoever I indicate as my choice, that's the one they'll accept. With all the applicants just about equally well qualified, it makes it hard; do you see what I mean?" 

"Yes, I certainly do," Patience said. "So how do you decide?"

Donald smiled, as if to him self and said, "It often comes down to things that have no direct bearing on the job itself. 

"Like what?"

Donald seemed to veer away from the conversation to take another tack.

"You know my dear; it's been very difficult since the death of my wife. I miss the home comforts and I don't think I'm suited to the celibate life, if you see what I mean?

"I understand," Patience said.

"I see Adrian and Fred enjoying the company of attractive women -- women who support them in their careers and I must admit I feel somewhat envious."

He looked at Patience and said, "I could see in the interviews how keen Adrian is to be CEO my dear."

"Yes, I know," Patience said, "it almost seems as if it's become a life and death issue with him, and it was me who encouraged him to apply for the position."

"And now you'd do anything to give him the edge, eh?"

"I suppose so," Patience said, wondering where the conversation was heading.

Donald returned to his apparently pensive mood and went on, "I shouldn't say this, my dear, but there might be a way for you to give him that edge."

"Oh, how?" Patience asked eagerly.

Donald looked out over the garden again and said, "I would appreciate enjoying some of the home comforts that Adrian, fortunate man that he is, enjoys."

Patience began to suspect where things were heading, but she said, "I don't understand."

"Oh I think you do my dear, and would it be too much of a sacrifice if it ensured your husband's future? Would you find a brief encounter, as they say, so difficult, so unpleasant? Think of it logically, what would it be, a brief dalliance, compared to a lifetime of being the virtuous wife; a small investment to make for a big return?"

"Mr. Montgomery, are you suggesting that I buy my husband that job with my body?"

With calm deliberation Donald said, "I'm merely suggesting that it would help your husband's cause if you, as a friendly gesture, you were to let me have the pleasure of a brief affair with you."

Patience stood and said angrily, "Then the answer is no, and would you leave now."

Donald rose and smiling benignly he said, "Of course, were you to breathe one word of this conversation to anyone, Adrian could say goodbye to his chances. You understand me?"

"Yes, I understand you, Mr, Montgomery," Patience snapped savagely. "Now please go."

"Of course my dear, but if you should change your mind, call me on my mobile." He placed a business card on the table saying, "You'll find the number on my card; goodbye, and thank you for the tea."

He strode away, leaving behind a close to angry tears Patience.

That evening in the Austin house the conversation got round, as it always did those days, to the job and Adrian's chances. 

"Adrian," Patience said, "I think you've become fanatical about this job, it seems to absorb you, and it's like living with a stranger. Even if you don't get it nothing much will have changed for us. If you do get it it's true it will mean more money, but is that really so important, and is it worth making yourself ill over it?"

Adrian seemed to relax for a moment and said, "I'm sorry darling, I know I must have been hard to live with lately, but you see, I never thought I'd have the opportunity to even apply -- or not for years anyway -- and...well, I told you that even as an apprentice I had this dream of one day getting the top job."

"It means so much to you?"

"Yes it does, and if I don't get it I shall resign."

"Resign!"

"Just think of it," Adrian said miserably, "if Fred gets the job I shall lose face; everyone will see me as second rate."

"If Fred gets it," Patience said doubtfully. 

"Oh he's sure he's going to get the job, he's not making any secret of that, it's as if he's been tipped off that he's got it."

It was then that Patience saw that she was in a trap. By rejecting Donald she had almost certainly ended Adrian's chances of getting the job. If she had submitted to Donald it would have guaranteed that Adrian got the job.

She recalled Donald's words, "Would it be too much of a sacrifice if it ensured your husband's future?" 

That night they were both restless, each wrapped in their own thoughts and anxieties. By morning Patience had made her decision. 

* * * * * * * *

Patience had left Donald's business card where he had placed it, on the patio table, but it must have blown away in the interim. She went in search of it. She hunted around and finally found it caught in some gooseberry bushes.

She hesitated, deep in thought before pressing in the numbers. It would only be once and even though he looked younger than his years he was in his fifties, and in Patience's opinion men of that age were not very virile. As Donald had said, "Would you find a brief encounter, as they say, so difficult, so unpleasant?"

Yes, she could cope with this one act of adultery and Adrian would reap the reward of her sacrifice.

She pressed in the numbers; there was a brief pause and then "Montgomery."

"Patience Austin."

"Ah."

"All right, I'll do what you want."

"Excellent my dear, I thought you might see sense."

"Where and when?"

"I think your place would be best, there tends to be a lot of coming and going at my place."

"But if Adrian..."

"Don't you worry about that my dear, just leave it all to me, I'll see that we're not interrupted. I suggest the day after tomorrow if that's convenient.

"Yes...yes that will be all right."

"Excellent, then I'll be with you the day after tomorrow, shall we say, around ten thirty in the morning."

"Yes," Patience said resignedly.

"I'm sure you'll never regret it," Donald said, "and so until the day after tomorrow."

Patience breathed a sigh of relief. Now she was committed and Adrian's future was assured. Donald had said that he could make sure that Adrian would not know, and Patience wondered how.

She found out that evening when Adrian arrived home from work.

"Darling," Adrian said, "I'm afraid I've got to go away for a week. They're having production problems at one of out country plants and I've been asked to sort it out."

"A week!" Patience exclaimed. 

"Sorry darling," Adrian said, "but it can take time to sort these things out, and if I can straighten things out it might improve my chances in the race for CEO."

"Yes, I suppose it would," Patience said, wondering why Donald had made it a week when just one day would have done.

Adrian chuckled and said, "Sorry darling, but I suppose you can survive a week without me." 

It was obvious to Patience that Adrian was buoyed up by the thought that a successful outcome from his visit to the country plant might help him succeed in his race for the top job, and she found it rather touching. But Patience knew what would really guarantee him that job. 

She smiled and kissed Adrian saying, "Yes, I suppose I can survive a week without you."

Adrian thought for a moment and then said, "Would you like to come with me, we could put up in a motel and..."

"No...no darling," Patience said hastily, "I really do have a lot to do and it's only for a week and when you're the CEO you'll probably have to be away from home a great deal and..."

Adrian laughed and said, "You seem very sure that I'll get the job."

Feeling a pang of guilt Patience said, "Of course I'm sure, you'll be a marvellous CEO, and how could you fail with a wife like me behind you?"

"True," Adrian chuckled, "and when I am CEO you'll travel with me, and there'll be no excuses about being too busy."

That night, and for the first time in weeks, Adrian made passionate love with Patience.

* * * * * * * * 

Ten thirty was approaching, and Patience had made what she thought were appropriate preparations. She was determined not to respond Donald, she would let him do what was necessary and no more, and she certainly would resist having an orgasm. She had gone to the trouble of buying some vaginal lubricant -- something she had never had to use with Adrian -- and she was wearing a simple cotton housecoat and was naked underneath. She wanted it to be over quickly.

Promptly at ten thirty Donald rang the front door bell and Patience answered it. She was somewhat disconcerted when she saw he was carrying a large holdall.

Donald looked at her approvingly and said, "You seem to be ready my dear, does this promise some eagerness?" 

"It promises I'll do what you've asked for," Patience said resentfully, "and what's the bag for?"

Donald laughed and said, "You don't think I'd be wearing the same underwear, shirts and socks for a week do you?"

"A week!" Patience exclaimed. "You don't mean that you're staying here for week."

"But of course my dear," Donald said coolly, "I thought you'd get the message when you heard I'd sent Adrian off for a week."

"That wasn't what we agreed," Patience protested wildly. "It was to be once and once only."

Donald smiled and said, "I don't recall us making any such agreement, we merely talked about you and I enjoying some sexual conviviality."

"You can't stay here for a week," Patience said as firmly as she could.

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that Patience," Donald said, "but if you've changed your mind I can go, but just remember, there's a lot at stake for Adrian, it's a big chance for him and that requires an appropriately big sacrifice on your part. So do you want me to leave?"

Patience could see she was snared. If she told Donald to leave now that would certainly end Adrian's chances, and again calculating that at more than fifty Donald would only be able to manage it once a day she said, "All right, stay."

"A wise decision," Donald chortled, "I'm sure you won't regret your decision; now where shall we..."

"In the spare bedroom," Patience interrupted hastily.




The Job Applicant



She led him to the room and Donald looked at the single bed and said, "Really my dear a single bed, this won't do at all. Surely you have a double bed."

This had been something Patience had been dreading. She didn't want them to use the bed that she and Adrian shared, so hoping Donald might at least share her sensitivity on the matter she said, "Only in the room Adrian and me share."

"Excellent," Donald said, "we'll use that."

Patience saw that protesting would be useless, and so she led him into the room with the large marital bed.

Donald put down the holdall and looked round the room. "Yes," he said, "this will do very well, now let me see what I'm about to enjoy."

Without a further word and with no other preliminaries, Donald peeled off her housecoat as if he was taking the skin off a banana and then stood back, looking at her appraisingly.

Patience almost felt his eyes surveying her firm young breasts, her long slender legs and her genitals that were devoid of pubic hair -- that had been at the request of Adrian early in their marriage.

"Yes," Donald said, "beautiful, very beautiful. Why don't you lay on the bed my dear, while I undress?"

Patience obediently lay on the bed. She was relieved that he hadn't asked her to undress him, and she resolved not to watch him while he undressed himself, but it was a resolve she could not stick to. She felt rather like a rabbit caught in the headlights of an approaching vehicle, unable to look away or flee from the approaching disaster, and so she watched Donald removing his clothing.

When he was naked he stood still for a few moments, as if expecting her to appraise him as he had appraised her. 

Patience said nothing, she was too startled by what she was seeing. He had the body of a man half his age, firm and muscular, and if his virility was in question, then that doubt seemed to be disposed of because his penis was already erect.

It was his genitals that transfixed Patience. The only penis she had ever seen was Adrian's, and so she had no way of making comparisons, but it was clear to her that Donald's penis was larger than Adrian's, much larger, and from Patience's perspective frighteningly big. It was appropriately complemented by massive testicles that suggested to Patience large quantities of semen.

Donald got on to the bed and lay beside her. Thus far Patience had managed to hide her feelings, keeping a calm exterior, but the sight of that massive sexual organ finally broke her. 

"You...you won't hurt me, will you?" she pleaded.

Donald seemed to know to what she referred and he said reassuringly, "No my dear, I won't hurt you."

Patience hadn't really known what to expect. She had worked out various scenarios in her head, most of them involved her laying on her back with her legs spread wide, just letting Donald get on with it, and with no response on her part. All of these scenarios now failed her.

Donald was unhurried and very gentle. Initially he made no attempt to kiss her, instead he explored her body, first with his hands and then with soft kisses. He made frequent comments as he explored her: "So beautiful; so lovely; perfect;" until finally he began to caress her breasts. 

As Donald started to comment on her breasts, how lovely they were, Patience felt the first warning signs that she was becoming emotionally involved in what was happening. As Donald bent over her and took one of her nipples into his mouth, almost unaware that she was doing so she placed her hands behind his head, holding him close to her.

He sucked her other nipple and Patience knew she was succumbing to him, she wanted him -- needed him. 

It was when he released her nipple that he kissed her. His kisses were very tender and he made no attempt to force her mouth open and tongue her, it was Patience, now in a state of near surrender to him, who opened her mouth, inviting his tongue. His tongue entered and explored and she felt his hand begin to stroke her vulva, not invasively, but slowly and gently touching her already swollen outer lips. 

There would be no need for artificial lubrication, nature was providing more than adequately. She thought he must soon penetrate her vagina with his large manhood, but Donald was not finished with foreplay. 

Donald parted her legs, and kneeling between them gazed for a few moments at her genitals and then moving her legs over his shoulders and leaning forward, his tongue touched her outer lips. Patience felt his fingers part the lips of her vulva, and his finger probe into her vagina. 

No doubt feeling that she was wet and ready for his penetration Donald still held back. With his tongue exploring her womanhood Patience finally give up any attempt to hold back, and as his tongue found her clitoris she clutched his head to her, whimpering softly.

Her body began to tense, warning of her approaching organ, but Donald must have felt her tension because he stopped tonguing her clitoris, and looking up at her he said, "You smell like your roses and taste like honey."

Patience was helpless under his spell, and all she could do was to moan, "Do it to me now, please Donald, do it to me now."

He lay between her legs, the head of his penis probing for the entrance to her vagina. He found it, and it slid over her pubic bone and into the warm wet depths beyond. Her vaginal wall expanded to receive his massive penis and she felt its head touch the top of her tunnel, and then stop still. 

He looked down at her and asked, "Does it feel all right?" 

"Yes, oh yes," Patience whimpered, "do it to me, do it hard."

It was then that she learned that although Donald could be gentle when gentleness was called for, he knew how to be rough when that was required.

He began thrusts into her that increased in their ferocity as he sensed her approaching orgasm.

Patience raised her legs up and spread them wide in order to give Donald maximum penetration and cried out, "I'm coming...I'm coming...deeper...deeper...please deeper...harder...come...come with me..."

Donald's place one hand under her buttocks and the other at the base of her neck and dragged her on to him. Patience's legs wrapped round his waist and she thrust up against him crying out, "Now...now...now..."

Donald gave a massive thrust into her and then stopped still as his semen erupted into her. "Patience cried out, "Oh God...oh God...yes...yes...deeper...in me...in me...I need....oh...ah...oh...ohwaaa..."

Following the first ejection of his sperm into her Donald began to move again, thrusting each new ejection deep into her vagina.

Patience was weeping, "Don't stop...don't stop...please...please don't stop..."

Donald seemed to understand her need and continued to move in her while kissing her and fondling one of her breasts.

His mouth was still on hers as Patience finally relaxed. He released her mouth and Patience was breathing hard, gulping in air. "Oh God Donald you're fantastic, wonderful," she wept. 

"And your very beautiful," Donald responded.

Donald removed his penis from her vagina, giving a little grunt as the still nerve tingling head of his penis passed over her pubic bone. 

The lay side by side and his sperm started to ooze out of Patience vagina, but she made no move to remove it. Her hand sought and found his penis and she began to stroke it. She felt it extend and harden under her touch and she said, "Do it to me again."

She didn't wait for him to make a move, instead she sat astride him and lowered herself until his penis slipped inside her tunnel that was soaked with their mingled fluids. As she moved there were soft squelching sounds but these went unheeded by the sex dominated couple.

Patience was obsessed with the need to feel Donald's cum filling her again and she rode him slowly at first but with increasing force as Donald took hold of her hips and following her rhythm moved her up and down on his penis until groaning dragged her down and released his sperm into her. 

Patience continued to move over his slackening penis until her own tremors ceased and she lay over him, her breasts brushing his chest and her mouth clamped tightly to his as she tongued him. 

Removing herself from his penis she continued to sit astride him wondering at this combination of gentle and wild uninhibited sex, but the fullness of that lack of inhibition she was yet to learn.

After coming in her twice Patience thought that Donald must be incapable of further coupling, at least for the time being. She was therefore surprised to see that Donald's penis had hardened again. She prepared herself to receive vaginal penetration but it was not so. 

Donald turned her round and then drew her up until her genitals, once more oozing their combined fluids, were over his face. He bent her down until her lips touched the head of his penis, which like her vagina was soaked with their fluids, and then she felt his tongue enter her. The message was clear, and she took the head of his penis into her mouth, and in this sixty nine position Donald came into her mouth.

It was then that Patience experienced something she had never known before. As Donald licked her clitoris, bringing her to yet another orgasm, it felt as if something burst in her and a clear fluid spurted from her vagina. What she was experiencing was that rare phenomena, female ejaculation. 

They rolled apart, but Donald came over her to lick her face and Patience sought to rival him in this desire to taste and smell their sexual fluids.

For the time being they were replete and they lay contented but Donald's hand still stroked her breasts. 

Patience felt as if Donald had taken her to paradise and back.

* * * * * * * *

During the week that followed they were completely besotted with each other. If Donald was not seeking sex with her, Patience was almost demanding it from him. It was not always in bed they came together; twice during the week Donald took her from behind before breakfast as she bent over the kitchen sink. They were for the most part naked, or at least scantily dressed, and one morning Patience sat on the kitchen table and opened her legs, and without a word Donald came to stand in front of her and quickly filled her with his cum. 

If Patience had once doubted the ability of a man in his fifties to come more than once a day, Donald had corrected that view. He was insatiable and she was astonished at the rate that he could recuperate, and how quickly those large testes could fill up. 

She came to believe that she had found the perfect lover to meet her hitherto unsuspected sexual ardour. As their week together drew towards its close she began to make suggestion about how they might meet in the future, but Donald seemed to avoid discussing the matter. 

He had released things in Patience that she felt could only be satisfied by him. Adrian and the appointment of a CEO were now of no consequence, they were dismissed to some far distant part of her consciousness. All that mattered was this potent man and his ability to satisfy her sexually.

As he prepared to leave on the last day all pride deserted Patience. She begged him to take her with him. It was then that Donald, for the first time implied some possible future for them together. 

"My dear," he said smoothly, "It will take some thinking about, arrangements would have to be made, and I have responsibilities that I must attend to. He laughed and said, "Including this dammed matter of the new CEO. Let's give ourselves a bit of time and we can discuss how we might get together. Now I must go; there are things to be done.

Then he was gone.

Even though she tried to tell herself that she and Donald would get together, she couldn't help sensing a note of insincerity in what he had said. She asked herself, "I gave him all I could, wasn't that enough?" 

Adrian returned home, and his week away seemed to have revived his libido. That night he made love with Patience, but it was with a Patience who was unresponsive. His own need was so urgent that he did not notice this, and as soon as he had ejaculated into her he rolled away and fell asleep.

Patience long lay awake and her thoughts dwelt only on Donald. 

* * * * * * * *

The day when the final decision about the new CEO would be decided drew near. Adrian was so caught up in this that he failed to notice that Patience had become remote, seemingly wrapped in some inner reflection that she could never share with Adrian.

She called Donald on his mobile many time to find it turned off. She tried his office number and was told by a secretary that, "Mr. Montgomery is in a meeting," or simply, "Mr. Montgomery is unavailable." She tried his home number and got no answer. 

Remembering why she had first agreed to let Donald have sex with her, she tried to persuade herself that once the choice of CEO was made, she and Donald could get together.

The day arrived and the name of the new CEO was announced. That evening when Adrian arrived home Patience could see that something was seriously amiss.

"I didn't get it," Adrian said shortly. 

Patience, having been sure that Adrian would get the job, at first thought that Adrian was talking about something else that he hadn't for some reason been able to get.

"What didn't you get?" she asked mildly.

The job, the CEO job," Adrian said wretchedly.

Patience was aghast and she spluttered, "But...but he promised he'd..."

"Who promised?" Adrian asked. 

Patience ignored his question and said, "So Fred Hendricks got it."

"No," Adrian replied, "it was one of the outsiders, a guy called Lester Pierce." 

Patience was so confused she didn't hear what else Adrian said. The sex with Donald had been out of this world, but now she was mindful of how it come about, the promise that Adrian would get the job. It had been a lie, a trick to get her into bed. She had committed adultery for one reason only, and however enamoured she had become with Donald and his expertise as a lover, she had been deceived.

She might have imagined herself in love with Donald, but now that love, if it had ever really existed, turned to bitterness and hate. 

Over the next few days that hatred boiled within her. Adrian did not resign as he said he would, giving as his reason that at least Fred didn't get the job. He would continue to work for the company and that meant seeing Donald again at the social gatherings. 

Finally Patience decided to confront Donald, and she chose his office for the confrontation. She entered the annex where Donald's secretary sat and headed straight to the door of his office. The secretary tried to intervene but Patience stormed into the office.

"I'm sorry Mr. Montgomery, I tried to stop her but..."

Donald sighed and said, "It's all right Maureen I'll handle this, shut the door as you go out."

Donald was seated behind a large teak desk. He smiled at her and said, "It's nice to see you again Patience, can I do something for you."

"You bastard, you rotten filthy bastard, you liar, you promised me..."

Still speaking mildly Donald said, "I promised you what?"

"You promised me that if I let you make love with me you'd make sure Adrian got the job." 

"I can recall us talking about the job, but I don't recall making a promise that Adrian would get it."

"But you said..."

"Patience, my dear, you must have misunderstood me. All I said was that that if you and I enjoyed some...some pleasant sexual conviviality it might give him an edge. As it happened I and the board agreed that Mr. Pierce was the most suitable candidate."

"But I let you...let you..." 

"You let me fuck you, that's what you're trying to say isn't it? Well that's true, but I don't recall you complaining at the time, quite the contrary, you were begging me for it most of the time."

"You know you deliberately deceived me," Patience snapped.

"I did no such thing," Donald replied, "and as far as I can recall it was you who rang me to say that you'd agree to my suggestion."

Thus far Donald had been speaking soothingly, but now he changed. Grimly he said, "Look at it this way, you know I'm concerned about my managerial staff's families, its important that they have a satisfactory and stable home life, and this in my view applies especially to an important job like that of CEO."

"Confused," Patience said, "I don't understand."

"No, I don't suppose you do," Donald replied, "so let me spell it out for you. Why would I agree to have someone appointed as CEO whose wife is nothing but a slut, an adulterous whore who is prepared to sell herself to someone in order the get some imagined advantage, because that's exactly what you did."

"You rotten swine," Patience exploded, "I'll...I'll..."

"You'll what, tell your husband? I wouldn't advice that because I think he might take it rather badly. Now I've got work to do, so if you'd kindly leave me to get on with it."

Holding back tears of frustration and humiliated, and knowing she wouldn't dare tell Adrian what she'd done, Patience started to leave the office. Donald called after her, "Of course, the same standards might apply to a production manager as well."

With that threat ringing in her ears Patience crept out of the office.

The humiliation turned into guilt over the following days and Patience even thought of murdering Donald. He had not only deceived her but also ruined her sex life with Adrian. 

She still let Adrian have sex with her, but now it had become a duty, not a pleasure. For all that she now hated him, Donald had introduced her to sexual satisfaction that even in her fantasies she had never imagined. Even now, she thought, if he came to her and wanted her to go away with him she might agree. 

Adrian noticed the change in her and was constantly asking her if she was unwell and if she should see a doctor. Patience kept promising to see the doctor simply to satisfy Adrian, but she made no move to do so. 

Then came the time when she knew she would have to see a doctor. She had the first intimations that she was pregnant. 

She and Adrian had for some time been trying to get pregnant, and perhaps the coming child was his, but Patience doubted it. She was sure that her pregnancy was the result of her wild week with Donald. She thought of telling Donald, but before she could do so there was news that would change things dramatically. 

* * * * * * * * 

One evening about a month after the matter of the CEO was completed Adrian came home almost bursting with news.

"Montgomery's dead," he panted.

"Montgomery, you mean Donald Montgomery?" 

"Yes, shot...shot by Fred Hendricks. He blew half his head away with a shot gun, so they say."

Taken aback Patience said, "Fred...but why...?"

"Well there's a rumour that Montgomery promised Fred's wife Francesca that if she'd let him have sex with her he'd make sure that Fred got the CEO's job. Well we know what happened about that, and I suppose it might never have come out, but Fred's wife got pregnant."

Guilt flooded Patience as she said, "Well...well I suppose if might be Fred's."

"Impossible," Arian replied, "you see, Fred's had the little operation, you know, a vasectomy. There must have been an enormous row and Francesca finally owned up to what she'd done with Montgomery and Fred must have gone crazy. He went to Montgomery's house and blew his head off. Even if Fred could have denied it he didn't, I don't think he cared any more about what happened to him. Apparently when the police arrested him he simply told them he'd done it and why."

"What'll happen to him?" Patience asked. 

"To Fred? I suppose there'll be some sort of defence, a crime or passion or whatever they call it these days."

"What I do know is," Adrian went on, "If Montgomery had tried that with you I'd have killed him, preferably with my bare hands." 




The Job Applicant



Patience felt giddy and she leaned against Adrian for support. 

"What's the matter darling," Adrian asked, concerned."

"I...I think I shall have to see the doctor tomorrow, you see, I...I think I'm...I'm pregnant."

Before Adrian could respond she fainted.

* * * * * * * *

It is now six months into Patience's pregnancy and her worry now is colouring. Donald Montgomery had green eyes and dark hair which neither Adrian nor Patience have. 

She is trying to restore her relationship with Adrian to how it had once been. It is difficult because despite her bitter feelings toward the late Donald Montgomery, she still remembers that one week when he took her to paradise.

She sometimes wonders if she should have encouraged Adrian to apply for the CEO's job.