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Who's the Boss

By: Cuckolded_BlK_Male



I opened the door and to my surprise, my boss Mr. Gibson was sprawled out on my living room couch with his hands behind his head. His eyes were closed. I realized, much in the way that one wakes from a deep sleep, that Mr. Gibson wasn't wearing any clothes. His white, hairy, muscular legs were spread wide, and my gorgeous black wife was struggling to take his impossibly thick white cock deeper into her mouth. A beautifully manicured brown hand was lovingly cradling his furry goose egg sized balls. Even as my anger swelled in my chest, I curiously thought that my wife had never looked sexier than at that moment, with her full dark red lips obscenely stretched around my boss' white horse cock. They still hadn't noticed me standing only ten feet away. Sheila was making gulping noises as Mr. Gibson held her by her long dark hair and forcefully fucked her pretty mouth. Sheila gagged and coughed, trying to pull away from the suffocating tree trunk lodged deep in her throat. But, My boss would have none of that. He was as hard on my wife, as he was on his employees. He growled "you'd better suck this cock," and held Sheila's head down on his cock until she stopped struggling. Sheila's big 38DDD breast swung back and forth pendulously, as Mr. Gibson began to fuck her mouth vigorously. "That's it baby" he said. "You ready for your dinner? You want Daddy's cum in your mouth?" Sheila's muffled reply was "mmmh mmmh."

"Here it comes gal, eat my white cum... ahhhhhh." Mr. Gibson's body arched up off the couch, impaling Sheila's face on his beer can thick cock. Sheila gulped greedily, swallowing the seed of the white man who signs my pay check. She kneaded his big nuts, milking them, with his big rapidly softening cock still in her mouth. 

How had she hidden the fact that she was a cock hungry slut. She had never treated me to the kind of oral worship that she'd just given my Boss. She rarely wanted to suck my black seven inch cock at all. She only gave it to me when I did something that especially please her. But there she was, on her knees with her big jiggly round booty up in the air, leaning across my Boss' lap. Her huge brown breast mashed against his thigh. 

Sheila let his heavy limp cock slip from her mouth. It lolled on his thigh, It was so large, that even flaccid and shiny with my wife's saliva, it hung down onto the couch. His cock was the size of a shampoo bottle. Sheila began to submissively lick the head which was as fat and swollen as a small apple. Then Mr. Gibson opened his eyes. 

He was looking right at me. I was snapped out of my trance like state. For some reason, I was filed with fear and apprehension. But why? Mr. Gibson was no where near my equal in size and strength. At 6' 6" tall and 265lb, I presented an intimidating sight. "What the fuck is this shit" I bellowed! "Get up off the floor Sheila"! She was startled into inaction. My wife just sat there, naked, on her knees in front of my boss. She looked terrified. 

Mr. Gibson got to his feet, buck naked. His huge cock swinging. "Jones," he said, "what we have here is a sticky situation."

"Situation!" I yelled, lunging for him. He backed up putting his hands up to ward off my attack. "Jackson, you prick, if you lay a hand on me, I'll see to it that you spend the next 20 years in prison." I instantly froze in my tracks. I was already on probation for assault, resulting from a drunken fight at a Football game. I was terrified but I didn't want to show it, especially in front of my wayward wife. Mr. Gibson must have realized that he had me under his thumb. "I see you aren't the dumb black bastard that I thought you were Jenkins. Do you have any idea how connected I am in this town? One phone call to the District attorney, and I could have you halled into jail, do you fucking understand me?" I stood silently, shaking with rage. "I said do you understand me? If you still give a shit about your job, car, or this house, you'll speak up." I was trapped. If I lost my job, I'd lose everything. "Yes," I said, tight lipped. "Yes who," snapped Mr. Gibson. Tears of impotent rage were running down my face, as I replied, "yes sir." 

Sheila was still on her knees, next to Mr. Gibson. Her eyes were tearing up too. "I'm sorry baby" was all that she said. Mr. Gibson laughed out loud. "Jordan, you might as well get used to the fact that I'm going to be fucking this fine black philly. I've always had a taste for sweet brown sugar, and since everything you have comes out of my pocket, I might as well enjoy it." He then picked up a set of keys off the coffee table. " You see that Range Rover outside? Well that is my wife's truck. I'm supposed to be having it detailed right now. Ha ha, at least that's what i told my wife, so that I could get out of the house. Anyway, I want you to take it to the dealer and have it cleaned up. Do you think that you can be a team player and do that for me?" Just when I thought that my humiliation could get no worse, I had to take my boss' wife's truck to get detailed, while he remained at my home enjoying my voluptuous wife's sexual favors. 

"Yes sir" was my defeated reply as I took the keys from his hand. "And make sure that you stay gone for at least two hours" He ordered. That asshole was standing there in my living room with his hands on his hips, and his huge white cock hanging between his legs. I wanted to knock that smug look right off his face, but instead I turned and headed for the front door. Tears were still in Sheila's eyes as she said "I love you Mike." I turned, on my way out the door and said "I love you too baby." Sheila was still looking at me, with a hurt confused look on her face. But her pretty fingers were gently stroking Mr. Gibson's semi hard 10½" white monster cock. 

As I walked to the driveway I peered through the window and saw Sheila bent over the arm of the couch. Her massive, chocolate areola capped, breasts were shaking as Mr. Gibson pounded his white beer-can-thick cock into the depths of her syrupy, sweet, hairy, black pussy from behind. My wife's face was contorted with lust. There were fresh tears running down her cheeks and mine.

Who's the Boss



Old Mrs. Cartwright was retiring. She had been my secretary for the past 5 years and my dad's for many years before that. We had a short Friday afternoon retirement party for her and Monday morning I started interviews for her replacement.

My name is Bill and I am the owner of HI-TECH COMPUTER SOFTWARE, a company started by my dad as an accounting, income tax business. I am very clever when it comes to computers and I rapidly expanded the business taking it in a new direction.

I understand computers very well but what I don't understand is women. I am 31 years old and not married. I don't even have a girlfriend, but that's not because of lack of trying. I admit I'm no jock. I am 5 feet six inches tall and weigh about one hundred and forty pounds, but I am a nice guy, I can't understand why girls don't like me. It started in college and with the exception of one fat girl, I couldn't get a date. I got used to rejection but the comment that hurt the most was when I asked this girl out she said, "What makes you think I am that desperate?"

After graduating, near the top of the class I might add, I tried a dating service. She sounded good over the phone but when I met her, what can I say, she was just plain ugly. I have my standards too you know. After that I poured my time and energy into the business and now it was about 3 times the size it was when my dad ran it.

Monday morning I was thinking about this when the first job applicant arrived. I was very impressed. She had graduated college with a degree in computer science and she was young and eager to learn. That was good because I was looking more for an assistant than just a secretary. I almost hired her on the spot, but I had scheduled four more interviews so I thought I might as well see them.

When the receptionist brought the second applicant into my office I just about dropped her resume. She was gorgeous. She didn't walk, she just kind of flowed. She had sparkling green eyes and a mischief smile. This was a dream come true. She had long honey blond hair that swirled about her like a halo. Her body looked like some of the Playboy models I jerked off to. She was wearing a black sweater and a black mini skirt with no stockings.

"You, you are Miss, Miss Andrews?" I asked as I motioned to the chair in front of my desk. Why was I stuttering and blushing like a school boy?

"Do you mind if I sit on the corner of your desk instead? I'll feel more comfortable than sitting on that hard old chair and you will be able to assess my qualifications better," she said in a voice that can only be described as sultry. Without waiting for an answer she sat on my desk allowing her skirt to slide up her thighs. As I stared at her beautiful legs she slowly rubbed her hand up and down on her bare leg.

While she did this she had a wicked smile on her face. "You are kind of cute for a little fellow; I think we will get along fine. I don't do filing, type letters, photocopy or run errands and you will have to make your own appointments. Now I know you want to see my pussy and lick it for me so call your receptionist, tell her the job has been filled, to cancel your remaining interviews and that you do not want to be disturbed.

Like a robot I did what she asked. I had never been so sexually excited in my life. It was like all my fantasies had come true and she was sitting on my desk Then she stood up, unzipped her miniskirt, let it fall on the carpet and sat back down completely nude below the waist. I tried not to look at her pussy, to try and maintain some measure of control.

"Look at my pussy," she demanded as she slowly caressed it with her long fingers. "I know you want to kiss it don't you?" she said this time with a smirk on her face. I didn't say anything but I could feel my head nodding up and down. "Get out of your chair so I can sit down on it; then you can show me how happy you are that I took the job by getting down on your knees and kissing and licking my pussy. I want you to try your best to get me off."

It was like I was in a dream, not wanting to be humiliated this way, yet wanting to please her if I could. My mind might be saying don't do this but my body was saying yes because I had an aching hard-on. I did as she demanded.

"You have not done this before have you because you are lousy at it. I see I am going to have to teach you everything. First stop kissing me. A few kisses on my pussy are enough to show your love for me. Now give me long slow licks starting at the bottom of my pussy and lick slowly up to the top. At first make sure your tongue is very wet with your saliva when you lick me. Later my juices will keep your tongue wet. Don't try and stick it in yet, keep your tongue as wide and flat as you can and keep repeating those long slow licks.

"When I start to hump your face that is the signal for you to start fucking me with your tongue. Now is the time for you to thrust your tongue in me as deep as you can. Match your speed to mine. Every time I fuck your face you thrust. If I speed up, you speed up and when I slow down you slow down. Later I'll give you a tongue stretcher and strengthener to wear at night so you can better satisfy me.

When I am ready to cum I'll grab your ears and pull you tight to me. That is when you will cover your teeth with your lips and bite my clit. That sends delicious chills up and down my body while it may cause you some discomfort as your teeth will probably make the inside of your lips bleed. I also like to dig my nails into your neck because it increases my pleasure if you are in pain while you give me satisfaction. When I release you, kiss my pussy a couple times to show me how much you adore me"

What was happening to my life? It was spinning out of control. She was controlling and humiliating me yet I lusted after her. From the very first day she embarrassed me in front of my own office staff as she insisted that I bring her a coffee each morning. Wasn't it supposed to be the other way around? Everyone else called me Mr. Denison, she called me Billie, yet she insisted that I call her Miss Andrews. She took long lunches, came in late and left early and I let her get away with it. Yet when she would walk into my office and say, "Close the door," I would be on my knees in no time while she lounged in my chair nude from the waist down. She was so erotic I could not help myself.

One of my many jobs as owner was sales manager. Sales were becoming too big a job for just Fred, my salesman and myself; that was one of the reason I hired an assistant instead of a secretary. Right from the start Miss Andrews and Fred could not get along. It soon became apparent one had to go. Now Fred was an experienced salesman, but I was under the spell of Miss Andrews, so I had to let him go, thanking him for his fifteen years service.

That night she invited me to her apartment. I thought she was going to reward me by letting me make love to her. "Bring a bottle of the most expensive cognac you can find and bring it to me at exactly 8 pm. Do not be late or early."

I told myself I would not go; to do so would mean I was giving her complete control. I was the boss and she had to realize that. I did buy a bottle of cognac but I intended to drink it myself in a show of defiance. That night as eight o'clock approached my resistance melted and I rushed to get dressed in my most expensive slacks and a white cashmere sweater. I got to her place as fast as I could. As I rang her buzzer I glanced at my watch; it was 8:04 I rang the buzzer 4 times before she let me in.

As soon as she opened her door I apologized to her for being late. "You know I am going to punish you for that but right now prepare my cognac. Put two ice cubes in it and a slice of lime on the glass. Get yourself a glass of water and bring them to the living room."

When I re-entered the living room I noticed how sexy she looked. She was wearing a short robe and I could tell at a glance she was nude underneath. I sat beside her on the sofa but she said I should sit on the floor by her feet. She leaned over and kissed me on the forehead, then told me she liked to have her feet massaged while she sipped her drink. A little later she said, "That's good Billie, now I want you to suck my toes and lick the bottom of my feet." She kept me at it for at least 15 minutes. "You are such a good boy Billie. Your sucking and kissing has got me in the mood so start kissing your way up my legs and start sucking when you reach my pussy." I got her off twice. It's easy for me to tell when she has an orgasm because she digs her nails in my neck.

After about twenty minutes she sighed," You are getting so much better at that Billie; maybe I should let you stay the night and sleep with me. Would you like that Billie?"

"Oh yes please."

"Well, if you are nice to me I can be nice to you."

"What do you mean?"

"I want you to make me sales manager and let me hire my own salesman. I took marketing courses in college so I am very well qualified."

"But you have no experience."

"I have all the experience I need. I thought you and I were going to become friends and have a good time together. I thought we would be having sex and maybe even get married some day, but I can see by your attitude that you don't see it that way so I don't think I have any choice but to quit my job and move on."

"No, please don't do that. You can be the sales manager and I'll give you a raise in pay and you can hire whoever you want."

"That's what I wanted to hear but I still must punish you for being late. Take off your belt and hand it to me, then strip and get down on your hands and knees." I did as she asked and she stood behind me and hit me with my belt as hard as she could. I could handle the first 3 or 4 hits but after that she really began to hurt me. I tried very hard not to cry or scream to show her I was a man and could take it but she started hitting me at the same place on my ass and the pain was bringing tears to my eyes. 

"Oh good, you are starting to cry; now beg me to stop hurting you. It turns me on to see your tears and hear your begging.

A little later she said, "I like you a lot but you have to learn to respect me. When I punish you it's mainly to teach you respect. If you respect me and go along with what I want; who knows we may get married someday because I like an obedient husband. However tonight you disappointed me so put on your clothes and go home. Remember the first thing you do in the morning after bringing my coffee is place my ad in the paper."

The next morning she moved into Fred's old office and threw out all his furniture and replaced it with new furniture. She said she would also need a secretary so I would no longer have to bring her morning coffee. She hired both people and I did not think much of either one. Her secretary was a sexy blond bimbo. She also called Kathy Miss Andrews and me Billie. She made appointments for Kathy at the beauty salon or the fitness club. She would also run errands like pick up her dry cleaning or get Kathy's lunch for her. She would massage Kathy's neck and shoulders when Kathy wanted it and sometimes she would go in her office and Kathy would close the door. Later she would come out looking embarrassed with her hair messed and clothes wrinkled. I bet I know what she was doing in there.

As much as I thought Linda her secretary was a poor choice; I disliked the salesman Frank even more. He was disrespectful to me and a braggart. I would have fired him if I could but I knew Kathy would not let me. Kathy liked him and that was all that mattered.

You would think they owned the company as they would tell me when a customer was coming in and at what time we would all meet in my office. They often visited our customers out of town staying overnight. I had to approve Kathy's expenses so I could not help but notice they always shared a room. It hurt me because I thought she liked me but I wondered if she had sex with her salesman while only allowing me to suck her. I started feeling jealous and neglected because she had not invited me to her apartment in two weeks. I would burn with jealously and heartache when I would see them come into the office laughing and talking or watch her give him a quick kiss on the lips at the end of the day. I couldn't take it any more; I had to talk to her. I went into her office and sat in her guest chair. "Kathy, I mean Miss Andrews I have to talk to you."

"Oh my, this sounds serious," she said with a smile on her face. She buzzed her secretary Linda into her office. "Bring us each a cup of coffee and then go and pick up two tickets for tonight's basketball game."

"Yes Miss Andrews."

"Isn't she cute Billie? I know a couple of our customers have already fucked her and a lot more would like to. Maybe I should start charging them $100 to do it. I would keep 75 and give her 25; after all she is the one having all the fun. So, unless you want to give me one hundred dollars what did you want to talk about? You are going to have to hurry because I am leaving the office early. Frank is taking me to dinner and then we are going to the basketball game."

"Frank is what I want to talk about. I think you sleep with him when you are out of town. I thought we were thinking about getting married, yet you have sex with him but only let me suck you."

I could see a flash of anger on her face. "First of all sucking me off is having sex with me, and yes Frank is fucking me. Now I see you getting all red in the face so just calm down and listen. The kind of sex Frank and I have is what you will get when and if we get married. I don't do it now so that you will have something to look forward to, besides good boys are supposed to wait until they are married for that kind of sex. What Frank and I do is nothing more than casual sex. It doesn't mean anything because it's you I intend to marry. What we do now is appropriate and proper until we get married."

I left her office feeling better, even though it didn't turn out the way I had hoped. A couple weeks later she called me into her office. "Would you like to come to my apartment tonight?"

"I would like that very much."

"OK, be there at eight and if you don't want another spanking be there on time. Oh. And bring another bottle of that cognac. Frank and I finished off the last bottle."

I was feeling jealous again to know she had been inviting Frank to her place instead of me. This time I got there promptly at eight. I made her drink the way she liked. Again she was wearing her short robe with nothing underneath "There is something I always wanted to do. I am going to relax and watch this X rated DVD I rented while I sip my drink and you suck my pussy. Now get busy and try your best to get me off. I want to look at you while you do it so strip completely before you get between my legs."

On my hands and knees I tried to pleasure her just the way she taught me. I felt a little annoyed because she barely looked at me while I licked and sucked her pussy but I was supposed to be always looking at her. She watched her movie like I was not even there. Sucking her was getting me so turned on that I had to give myself some relief so I started to jerk myself off as I licked her.

Suddenly I felt a blistering pain on my ass. I looked up to see she had a short leather whip in her hand as she slashed it down again. "How dare you touch yourself? All your concentration should be on my enjoyment. Go and get my 18 inch wooden ruler from my desk and bring it to me." I did as she asked. "Now take two fingers and push your cock down so it's pointing at me." I had such a stiff hard-on that it was slightly painful to push it down toward her.

Then I had a searing pain as she whacked me with the ruler on my cock. I could not help but cry out. My cock lost its erection immediately. "What happened to your stiffy Billie?" I jumped up and down in agony as I protected my cock with my hand and gently tried to rub away the pain. "Are you dancing for me Billie?" she said with a smirk. "Don't you see how disrespectful that is to me when you could care less about my pleasure and only be interested in satisfying your own lust? You should not get a hard-on when you suck me because you should be concentrating on my enjoyment. You annoy me when you get a stiffy because it means you are thinking about yourself not me. When we get married, that is the time for you to get hard; right now I want you to stay soft when you lick my pussy. Now let's try again."

I knelt between her legs again and licked her just the way she liked it. She got off at least twice humping my face and then to my great disappointment she sent me home.

Even though I was intoxicated with her beauty the humiliation was getting too much. At the last meeting with Deverone Industries, our largest account, she sat behind my desk while the rest of us sat on the other side. When it was break time she said, "Billie, why don't you run down to the coffee shop and bring us each a coffee." Later when it was getting down to the final negotiation for the new contract Kathy said, "Billie, thank you for your input but you can leave now while we work out the final details."

I decided it was time for me to break off this sick relationship. I was still in love with her but I don't think she loved me, she just used me.

Then she suddenly changed. It was like she knew she had pushed me too far. Now she invited me to her place every Friday. I still sucked her off of course but she stopped the beatings and let me jerk off. She also liked having massages. I enjoyed giving her pleasure that way until one time she said I was getting almost as good as her secretary was at massaging. We also went out to dinner and the theatre now and I enjoyed being seen in public with such a beautiful girl. She did one thing that annoyed me though because she would flirt with the waiter or bartender or any other guy we would run into. One guy even had the nerve to ask her out on a date right in front of me. Giggling she told him no.

She also said we could get engaged now and we could start planning wedding details. She said our engagement had to be secret so company sales would not drop. She told me many company orders were obtained because guys hoped a big order would get them a date with her. She repeated that in the office I still had to call her Miss Andrews but when we were alone I could call her Kathy.

One Friday she asked me to come early because we had work to do before we went out to dinner. When I got there she had 3 documents waiting for me to sign. The 1st was a will making her sole beneficiary. The 2nd was a Power of Attorney form giving her full control of all my assets should I become sick or otherwise incapacitated. The last was a prenuptial agreement which stated that in the event of a divorce she would become the sole owner of the company and the rest of my wealth would be split 50/50.

"Why should you become sole owner of the company in the event of a divorce?" I asked her

"Why, are you expecting to divorce me?"

"No, of course not."

"Then it doesn't matter does it?"

I guess she is right; it just seemed a little strange that's all. Anyway I was happy even if she would not set a date or allow me to tell anyone. She also gave me a clear plastic bottle full of pills. She made me blush when she said she wanted me to build up my strength by taking one of these super dosage vitamin pills each day so that we could fuck all the time when we were married. However until we were actually married I still had to use my tongue.

Things continued the same in the office except for rumors I started hearing about wild sex parties that Kathy, Linda and Frank had, sometimes with customers and sometimes just the 3 of them. I knew Kathy was in the office at the moment so I went to her office and opened the door. I was shocked to see Linda kneeling with her head under Kathy's skirt.




Who's the Boss?



I wake up because my right nipple hurts. I open my eyes and see Lucy's golden-brown pair staring back at me, those deep pools of coffee-coloured lust chaining me to her immediately. Her hand hides under my t-shirt, all the way under my bra. She squeezes my nipple again, her fingers cold against the delicate skin.

"Hey," she whispers, "Auntie Eleanor has gone to freshen up in her room, I reckon we have about fifteen minutes." Her free hand, the one not fondling my breast, fumbles with my jeans button.

"Whatever happened to Hello, how are you?" I ask.

"That's so overrated, anyway, I'm good." Her hand is about to cross the last barrier, my underpants. "And we have some unfinished business from this morning."

"Yeah, about that—" She doesn't let me finish. Her lips feel soft and wet on mine. My mind rewinds a couple of hours, to this morning after the staff meeting, when Lucy summoned me to her office, and kissed me hard against the shut door, until her phone rang. I grab her head and pull her closer. Down the hall, I hear Eleanor, my landlady and my boss's aunt, rummage in her bathroom. I fell asleep in the living room couch an hour ago, but this is not a dream. Lucy's hot mouth on mine is real, so is her hand on the skin of my breast, and her thumb on my nipple. She rolls it between her fingers now, it sends a jolt of pleasure through my veins. Then she retracts her hand and, while keeping her eyes locked on mine, pulls up my t-shirt over my breasts, exposing them to the cool air.

The fabric of my bra stretches under them, propping them up. Lucy must have pulled it down when I was still asleep. She moves her mouth down and covers my right nipple, the tortured one, with balmy saliva. I feel her teeth graze the edge. That nipple cannot be any harder, it reaches up and tugs at the surrounding dark skin. Her lips focus on the other one now, while her hand grips my breast, hard and hungry.

I tear at her shirt, I need it to come loose from her pants. I need to touch her skin, I need her nipples between my fingers. But Lucy doesn't give me any leeway, she's in charge. Her moist lips trace a path to my belly-button, her hands remain on my breasts, caressing them alternately with her fingertips and her bright red nails. I am ready for her to rip off my pants and throw them to the other side of the room.

I know Eleanor could walk in any minute, but I'm beyond caring. I only live to feel Lucy's fingers inside me now. I can't wait, and start pushing my jeans down, but Lucy shoves my hands aside, reminding me who's the boss.

Her tongue is close to the waistband of my underpants, and traces it with a burning line, her breath sizzling on my skin. Lucy lets her tongue dance over the fabric of my panties, soaking them even more. How much time has passed since I woke up? A clock tick-tocks in the distance. Is that Eleanor humming in the background?

"Aah," I moan. Through the thin material of my undies, Lucy's tongue finds my clit. She only leaves it there for a split second, but it's long enough to make me crave more. I run my fingers through her hair and dig my nails in her skull. I want to be completely naked for her. Finally, she takes off my pants, allowing me to spread my legs comfortably. With one finger she draws small circles around my clit. My panties are drenched.

"Please, take them off," I beg. She thrusts a finger in my mouth to shut me up. I lick it feverishly, like it's the last thing my tongue will ever taste. Then she sits up, stabilises her position, her fully-clothed body heavily contrasting with my bare, craving flesh. She brings the wet finger from my mouth to my nipples, causing them to stretch their dark-pink skin even more. Bang, Eleanor drops something heavy in her room.

My eyes lock with Lucy's and she knows it's now or never. Slowly, she runs a finger under the lining of my wet underpants, her touch scorches my skin, making my blood speed through my veins until my heart throbs. Then, at last, she pulls them down. I lift myself up from the couch to make it go faster. Before she buries her face between my legs, she shoots me a sly smile, one that says, I'll take care of you. I'll show you who's the boss.

The first touch of her tongue lands directly on my clit, I flinch as the unexpected heat courses through me, like an electrical circuit ready to blow. She sucks me between her warm lips, then lets her tongue venture down, I feel it inside me now, then it's out again, licking my aching lips. Suddenly, the old hallway clock strikes once, indicating it's half past the hour. The abrupt, intrusive sound almost makes me come, but Lucy draws her tongue back and gives me a second to catch my breath. The next thing I feel is a finger floating just above my raw, wanting flesh, barely touching, hovering over the rim of my pussy.

"Oh yes," I groan, "fuck me." Gradually, she lets it slide inside me. Her other hand rests just above my clit, gently pulling my skin upwards, exposing my clitoris as much as possible to the cold air around my sweaty, damp body. Her finger fucks me now, with slow deep thrusts. My pussy is on fire, wetness oozing out, onto Lucy's hand and Eleanor's couch. I shift my hips up to meet her thrusts, I want more, deeper, harder. Her tongue flicks over my clit in short sharp movements, then she pulls her finger out only to replace the one with three.

This is it, I think, as I feel my pussy stretch around them, and my clit dance under her tongue. Oh yes, this is it. The fire starts in my belly, spreading out through my veins, blistering my skin. My pussy throbs violently around her fingers and my clit aches. A hot wave, coming from inside of me, lifts me up and dips me under. The heat explodes on her fingers, drenches them. Bam, down the hall a door falls in the lock.

"Auntie Eleanor's coming," Lucy says, "quickly, get dressed." Footsteps approach. I quickly slip into my jeans and t-shirt and hide my underwear under the cushions. Just before Eleanor walks into the living room, I whisper into Lucy's ear, "You're the best boss I've ever had." 



Who's the Boss



"It's just something I want to try out. Penny was talking about it at the party last night." 

I was laying on my side in bed, looking at her, mirroring me.

Our "Talks", when they were in bed, usually involved something about our sex life. They were admittedly, until this very moment, also usually brought up by me. It's not that I was unsatisfied with our sex life. Actually, quite far from it. I loved having sex with my wife. She was game for pretty much anything, and we had a pretty good schedule going. Once usually somewhere midweek, then again on Saturday or Sunday. I guess I craved a little more... desire... aggression maybe, on her part. 

"Out of everything you guys talked about, this is the thing you latched onto?" I didn't want to seem angry, though I was kind of irritated and a little bit excited, though I was playing it slow. I'd been trying to get her to take a more controlling role in our bed for years, and here she goes to a sex toy party and brings home one of the topics they talked about (along with some fun toys, made even better since she picked them out). 

"So, you'd be in control of sex all the time?"

She shook her head. I could tell she was borderline embarrassed. This kind of stuff was kind of strange for her to be talking about. Like I said, she was game for lots of stuff I'd introduced over the years, but we'd really seldom discussed specifics. Here she was suggesting being in control of our sex lives. It was something I've wanted for years, and was totally excited. Though secretly I was worried she'd just forget about me because it'd be too strange for her.

"No, no. They were talking about instructing your man to do things, so he'd anticipate sexy times with you. They said it'd also have the effect of having the woman think about it also. Get our motors running too. She said something about it not working as well when the man was giving the instruction, if he had the higher drive, because it'd seem like an imposition."

"Sounds great, where do I sign." I leaned in and kissed her. This had potential.

She smiled. "Well, actually I was thinking tomorrow." She reached down and stroked me softly. "Tonight, I think I'll have you lead..." We kissed deeply, teasing tongues and lips. My hand fell to her thigh and ass. I squeezed it and kneaded it. She continued to stroke me until I was hard. 

I rolled over and grabbed the lube from the nightstand. Her hand never left me, and her soft hands gently teased me. I pumped a couple squirts into my hand and she put her hand out too. I knelt on the bed and obliged her. 

My fingers found her soft folds and I worked the lube in. I teased up and down, fingers barely touching her clit and then diving my index and middle fingers into her. I curved them up as I slid them in, enjoying the feeling of the spongy tissue there. She was horny, I could tell.

Suddenly, her hand found me, and her slick fingers wrapped around it, stroking it from base to head. She stopped at the glans and teased the crown just so. I loved it, and it made my breath catch. 

My thumb found her clit and I worked my fingers back and forth inside her. This time, her breath caught, and her motions stopped on me. My other hand found a nipple, and I worked it in small circles using the rest of my hand to massage the rest of her breast.

We exchanged teases until she squeezed me and pulled my hardness between her legs where my hand had been working. I moved between her thighs and positioned my glans at her opening. She smiled her beautiful smile and I slid my self all the way in. She closed her eyes and her face screwed up a little as I got all the way in. My thumb found her button and circled it slowly. At first I didn't move, then slowly I moved in and out. My hand resumed its actions on her nipple while the other hand performed its magic on her clit.

I increased my speed, and alternated between fast thrusts with slow clit strokes, and slow strokes with faster work on her sensitive button. 

"Stoop.." she breathed out. Her breath had been getting quick, and I could tell she had been close. Usually we do a little edging. Normally it made the final orgasm so much better for each of us, but not tonight. 

"You're not the boss now," I said playfully, speeding up my thrusts and my thumb to match.

The sounds she made when she came were always wonderful, and between it and her squeezing muscles pulled mine from me.

Afterwards, I lay in her arms content and happy. Loved. 

She was the first to speak. "I love you." Her fingers traced abstract patterns on my head.

"I love you too."

"Think you can take me being in charge?"

I fixed her with a smirk. "Take it, hell... Before now, I'da paid for it."

Her Perspective 

The familiar chime of a text rang on my phone.

-Martin- Whatcha doin?

-Libby- Finishing things up, finally.

-Martin- And then what?

-Libby-I dunno, you?

-Martin- Just lookin on the inter-webs

My heart started to beat fast. I was supposed to be in control, I reminded myself. The kids were at friend's houses, and I'd just finished some overtime at work. He'd been home for a couple hours.

-Libby-Watch some Porn, when you get hard, go take a shower. Put your plug in. Tease yourself 4 times but don't finish. Rinse off, wear something nice. Leave it in, we're going to dinner. See you in 45.

It took a while for him to text back.

-OK. :)

My groin was tingling constantly as I finished my paper work there was no question that I was wet just thinking about tonight. I closed my office door and headed to the car. I had 30 minutes before I said I'd see him and we lived 10 away. There was a store near our house and I decided to stop there. 

A quick trip into the women's section and I picked up a simple skirt that went with the nice blouse I was already wearing. I could have worn the capris I had on to dinner, but I had evil plans.

I arrived in 40 minutes, and he was just getting out of the bedroom, fixing the buttons on a white button down linen shirt. It made his broad shoulders look very yummy, and he was wearing a pair of dark blue jeans and cowboy boots. God I liked that look, and he knew it. 

We exchanged pleasantries that I could barely tell you the details of and a quick kiss. We both had wide smiles, but neither was willing to break character. He complimented me on my new skirt and rubbed his strong hands over my ass just how I like. He smelled great, and I soaked in his warmth as he hugged me tightly and kissed my neck.

I reached down and grabbed his package through his jeans, stroking it gently until I felt it lengthen under my fingers. I guided it up towards his waist band as it grew. 

"Is this for me?" I asked sweetly, face still nestled in his neck.

"Mmm Hmm," he replied. I could feel the rumble of his voice in his chest. 

Carefully, I unzipped his jeans and coaxed his member from it's hiding place. I gave it a few soft slow strokes. He sucked his breath in through clenched teeth. Quickly, I knelt before him and in one motion took him deep into my mouth. I worked my tongue on the underside of him, feeling the thick vein there and working the back of my tongue on the edge of the head. Immediately he put his fingers into my hair. I could feel his hips move involuntarily. I'd never really thought about the control aspect of this act. Me on my knees seemed like a submission, but in reality, I was in total control of his pleasure.

Back and forth I worked him. Hard and hot, I knew this would split me in two if I put him into me. He moved his hips with my movements, nearly begging me to finish him. I could feel the head get larger in my mouth. I sucked hard onto it, and then kissed it, resting my lips on it for a few seconds. 

Briskly, I got up and walked to the bathroom, shutting the door, not once looking back. I turned on the water and snuck my hand into my panties, not surprised at the moisture there. I circled my hard button a few times, and with my own hips bucking stopped and took a breather. 

In my mind, he opened the door, turned me around, drew up my dress, tore at my panties and fucked me like he owned me, taking what he needed, what I'd teased him about. I shook my head, sweating a little and flush with the thought.

I needed to get control of my self. I took a drink of cool water, and then put some on my face, working a little into my hair before drying. I applied just the barest makeup and fixed my hair with a little hair spray. The burning in my panties was eventually replaced by a hungry ache and I opened the door.

He was sitting at the dining room table, his tablet in his hands. He turned to me, "Ready?" Like nothing had happened.

I smiled, this was going to be fun.

The car ride was short, I knew what I wanted to do to him, and didn't want to be far from home. Lucky for me, there was a sushi place close, so we went there. 

We asked to be seated in an out of the way corner and chatted quietly while we looked over the menu. I wanted more of what I had in my mouth earlier and told him so.

"That sounds good to me too," he said with a smile. He reached for my hand and I grabbed it and squeezed. "I can think of something I'd love to have in my mouth as well." 

We ordered drinks and a couple appetizers. We talked at length about turn on's and turn offs. Things we'd seen on porn or stories and what we liked or didn't like. I had recently been looking at that kind of stuff more on the internet, mainly to get ideas for what to do to him, but also partly to see what I liked. I'd relied on him bringing things up, but part of me wanted to find things I liked for myself. Not for masturbatory purposes, though I was thinking more about that. No, I just wanted to be more in tuned with what I liked sexually.

Up until now I was very happy with what he brought to the table with a few exceptions. Neither of us really ever got into role play, but some of the porn I'd watched was titillating at least. Not necessarily what I'd want to act out, but as I'd come to find out, my taste in porn only sometimes mimicked what I liked in my bed.

We were sitting side by side in a high backed booth. I was sure no one could hear, but still we talked quietly.

He put his napkin onto the table. "I need to go to the bathroom, I'll be right back."

"OK," I said. "And when you come back, put your underwear in my purse." I kissed him quickly, and found something interesting to look at on my phone while he stood and walked away.

He returned with a sheepish look on his face and his hand grasped around something. He shoved his hand into my purse at my side and sat down. I made a point to look into it.

"Good boy," I said sweetly. I reached for his package and found it already hard. Absently I stroked it while I pretended to look at Facebook on my phone. God I loved it when it was hard for me like this. This was all my doing. There was no other reason, and I loved it. 

When I slowly worked his zipper down, I was pretty sure it could be heard across the noisy restaurant. Slowly I freed him. I held it in my hands for a long few seconds, then began stroking him up and down. The tables were long, but with only two people at ours, there was little chance someone could see what I was doing. Still, as I noticed someone walking toward us, I kept stroking even though I could feel his thick things tense up.

The waitress brought us our food while I teased some precum from the rock hard head of him. When she left, I brought up the moisture to my lips and popped it into my mouth. "Mmm," I said. He sat wide eyed and silent. Then I reached for a piece of sushi. We ate in silence for a few minutes. Eventually I reached back down to his semi hard length and placed it back where it belonged.

"You know, my panties are in my purse, too." I was quiet and sounded more, 'by the way' than I intended it to be. I wanted his fingers in me, but I wanted to be in control. "Maybe you should see if you've made me wet yet."

He wiped his hands onto his napkin and placed his hand on my thigh. It nearly burned with heat. Tortuously slow his hand moved to the center of me. Unconsciously, my thighs parted for him. His finger dipped in slowly, as if he'd never touched me before. I was soaking wet, my eyes half closed, my breath short. He expertly found my nub and circled it. I could feel my ass move forward independent of my control, begging from him more contact. He fluttered around it, once dipping inside. I could feel myself get close and placed my hand on his and pushing it away.

"How about you go pay, and I'll meet you in the car."

The drive home was a blur and I stroked him the whole way, his thick length sticking through his zipper lewdly. Hurriedly, we put it away as we parked in the garage and walked into the house.

Inside the front door we were all over each other. Hands caressed everything. My breasts pressed against him and I could feel his rock solid length against my belly as we kissed with a hot lust that we only occasionally got to see. I broke our kiss, and once again fished him out through his zipper. I gave him a few strokes. "God you are sexy," he said. You could hear the lust in his voice.

"Go get naked and get on the massage table. I'll go pick out some toys and meet you down there." I watched him walk to the down stairs, hard member wagging comically and all I could think of was getting it into me.

I picked out some toys from our sex toy drawer and threw on a nighty I knew he liked. In the kitchen I tossed the coconut oil into the microwave for a few seconds, then took everything to the basement. 

A few years ago we'd bought a massage table. It was the best investment EVER, both for massages, and as the perfect sex table. When I opened the door to the room, he was laying on the table, member half hard and totally naked. I walked in and placed my haul on the coffee table next to him.

I didn't say a word and walked over to him. I placed our black scarf onto his eyes and gave his member a gentle stroke. It jerked in my hand and began to grow again. I dove back into my goodies and retrieved our restraints. One went on each ankle, and I raised his arms above his head placing one on each wrist. He wasn't terribly secure, but it wasn't supposed to be. I stepped out of my nighty and stood beside him.

I pressed a hand in between his legs and pushed on the plug there. He bucked and I watched his penis jump wildly. Even now there was a drip of precum on the head. I put my hands in the coconut oil and ran them over his body. As often as I could reach, I kept a hand on his hardness. When I was close to his hands, I stood so his fingers could find me. I let him get me close, making my legs weak and stepped away. 

I moved to his side and focused on him. My hand worked him firmly, but not too firm. Performing long strokes, sometimes with my other hand tightly grasping him other times not. He slowly bucked his hips and I love the sounds coming from his lips. I kept stroking him with one hand and began to press in on his plug with the other in time with my stroking. After just a few seconds I could tell he was close. I stopped, removing my hands. "Relax," I said softly. I could see the precum dribbling out of him. God I wanted that in me. He regained himself and I reached under and slowly pulled the plug from him. I could feel him jerk with the loss, so I stroked him to say I was sorry. When he was close, I stopped again. This time I moved to his restraints. "Keep your blindfold on." I unclipped his bonds, but didn't remove them. I guided him to a standing position.

I turned my back to him bending myself over the massage table and placed his hand on my hip. "Fuck me good, but stop before you cum."

He gripped my hips with such need. It almost hurt, but I wanted him so bad. I could feel the glans on my folds. It was so hot and hard as granite. He entered me half way with a gentle push. I was going to ask for more, but before I could he began fucking me. Long hard strokes. I could feel his balls on me, slapping with every thrust. His need apparent and as bad as mine. I rocked against the table. I saw lights with every stroke and as suddenly as it started it stopped and he pulled all the way out. I mourned the loss for a second, but I wanted more.

I turned around, and laid back on the table. I lifted my legs to his arms. "Lick me."

My god, did he. His tongue was hungry and everywhere. He even managed to get a finger in me. I was right on the verge, every muscle contracting, begging for release. "Ssstop.." I hissed.

Immediately he stopped. "Good Boy," I said not wanting him to stop. "Let my...legs down..." I was out of breath and in such need. He did as asked. I pulled him to the ground, between my legs. "Lick me, then when I ask, fuck me, but god, don't cum."

His mouth found me again and those delicious fingers found my g-spot. For a few seconds he warmed me up before he began working those fingers in and out. My hips were bucking, I could barely think. "God, now, Please fuck me, Martin." I felt empty for a second as the fingers and tongue left me, but then that wonderful cock dove into me again. It fucked into me, his thumb furiously circling my clit as the fireworks started behind my eyes. When I started cumming, he impaled me on his cock but kept his thumb working. The words and sounds that came from my mouth can't be explained or well written down, but god was it glorious. 

When I came down, I was aware of a particularly hard cock in me. I felt bad, but only for a second. Out of breath again, I huskily said,"OK, baby, back onto the table." He hopped up again. I could see the ache in his face, but I knew he would enjoy this.

Again I affixed his arms above his head, but this time, I did his thighs so they were parted slightly. I squirted some Lube onto him and put my other hand into the coconut oil. I slid a coconut oil whetted finger into his tight butt, then thought about it again and removed it only to add a second. His gasps were wonderful, and I stroked his prostate gently as I even more gently stroked his hardness. His hips bucked and his moans got me wet again. I stopped stroking him, only to lean over him and place my mouth onto his glans. It was hot and sweet from the lube. I flicked it with my tongue for a few seconds. Then suckled on it gently. His hips bucked and I added my hand, stroking it under my mouth, the fingers of my other hand still pressing and teasing his prostate.

"Oh god, Stop," he begged.

I lifted my mouth from him for a second. "Oh baby, You aren't the Boss now." 

I again suckled his glans and felt the first twitch and raised my head so I could see him cum. It spurted up and onto his chest, over and over, it pumped, covering my slowly moving hand in a sticky white mess as sounds and incomprehensible words poured from his mouth. I kept stroking him, the pleasure bordering on torture before finally removing my hand and fingers from his thrashing body.

"I think I'm going to enjoy being in charge from time to time."



Who's The Boss?



"What?!" I half yell as I turn around to see who keeps calling my name. I should have known it was HIM. We had gotten off to a bad start when he started at my parent's medical practice a year ago and we had never tried to make peace with each other. Things were...well...tense when we were around each other so we tried to stay out of each other's way as much as possible. It was really hard though when we worked together all week. 

I was the office manager at my parent's medical practice and I was in control of everything but the medical aspects so my days were pretty hectic. Both of my parents are doctors, along with my sister and brother, so I was a black sheep of sorts when I chose to go down another path in college and entered the business world. I had been a double major with a 4.0 GPA but that had never been good enough for my family. If you didn't have a medical degree, you were not accomplished or good enough to be called a Callette. Five years ago my parent's had opened this practice and had asked me to run the office. Eventually my sister and brother had joined on and last year four more doctors had joined to expand the practice even further. Needless to say, I was very busy and frequently worked from home on my days off. That left little time for romance or a sex life so I had spent the past five years alone with my trusty blue vibrator to tide me over. Not a glamorous life, but I actually enjoyed what I did and looked forward to work. That was until Dr. Michael Davies had joined the practice as a Cardiologist. 

At 49, he was established in his career and was very good at what he did. Patients came from across the country to see him and word was that he had an excellent bedside manner and was extremely patient with even the most difficult patients. The same couldn't be said for how he acted out of the exam rooms or in my office. The first day we had met he had to come in to see me to complete his paperwork and to get him situated into his new office and with his new staff. He somehow assumed that I was there to serve him and had waved me away when I was showing him around. "I can figure it out. Now, be a peach, and get me some coffee. No cream, a dash of sugar," he said while waving one hand as if to dismiss me and using the other to check his phone. 

"Excuse me?" I said sarcastically. 

When he looked up at my tone of voice and saw me standing there with my hip cocked out and my eyebrows raised, he simply smirked. "I said, get me some coffee," his gaze slowly working its way down my body. How dare he treat me this way!! 

"You listen to me, doctor," I had snapped. "I don't work for you, you work for us. Go get your own damn coffee and I better not ever hear you talk to my girls the way you just talked to me or I'll make sure that you don't stay here very long. Got it?" 

I could see his throat working to keep from saying something back at me when he saw my dad step out of his office to see what all the fuss was. "Everything good out here, Amy? Dr. Davies?" 

"Everything's good, dad. I was just showing Dr. Davies the ropes around here. Right, doctor?" I asked, my voice dripping with sweetness. 

Without taking his eyes off of me he quickly backed me up, saving face with my dad. "Everything's good, Dr. Callette. Amy is very professional. I'm sure we'll get along just fine." 

"Good, good. I heard something about coffee. I was just heading down to grab a cup. Care to join me, Michael?" 

"Sure. I'd love to." I rolled my eyes at his retreating back but caught his gaze when he glanced back at me as if to say this wasn't over. I quickly forgot about him when Vanessa, my assistant, found me and asked me to go over some numbers. 

// 

"Amy!" 

"What!!" I exclaimed when he finally found me. "I'm busy, and thought that you were too. Oh, don't tell me. You're printer ran out of paper and you need me to fill it for you, is that it? No...wait. You need your shoes tied. No...I know...you need a fresh cup of coffee." I say, straightening up from Vanessa's desk when I glance over and catch sight of his flashing blue eyes and lips pressed together so tightly they almost disappeared. 

"Can we speak? Alone?" The last word is almost growled at me when I wave my hand at him to continue. 

My gaze holds his for a minute before I turn away, "Fine. You think you got it from here, Vanessa?" 

"I think so, Miss Callette. Thanks again!" 

"No problem." I smile back at her and watch her cheeks flush and her shy smile bloom. She is easily embarrassed but was sweet and caught on really fast. She had been a lifesaver when I had hired her on a few years ago. 

My heels click on the tiles as I make my way to my office, not waiting to see if Michael will follow me or not. I sit behind my desk and wait for him to close the door behind him, gesturing towards the red leather chair that I keep in front of my desk. I liked color and my office was loaded with pops of blues and yellows and reds. 

I scoot my chair up to my desk, silently slipping my heels off for some much needed relief and sigh quietly. I look up when he comes around to my side and props one hip on the corner, arms crossed over his green scrubs and white lab coat, face set in a glower. 

"I need help." This was the last thing that I had expected to hear from him. 

"Excuse me? The almighty Dr. Michael Davies is asking for help from me? What do you need? Somebody else to boss around? I don't think so. You've got plenty of staff." I start to turn my attention back to the papers on my desk when I see his hand placed directly in front of me, on top of the papers I am trying to look at. I look up to see that he has shifted and is leaning towards me, one hand on a knee while bracing himself on my desk. I cock one eye brow, silently asking what the hell is he doing? 

"You need to hire another Cardiologist, Amy. I can't help them all and this practice could use another one." 

"Where did you get the idea that we'd hire another doctor to help you and who told you that I do the hiring? That's my dad's job, not mine. Go talk to him." I said while rising from my chair, attention shifting to the other tasks that I still have to deal with today. 

His hand snakes out to grab my wrist, pulling me in front of him before I can retreat across the room. I stare up into his face, seeing the fresh lines etched on either side of his mouth, the fatigue evident in the way his shoulders are slouching down and the deep purple bags under his eyes. I can see more silver in his hair than there used to be and I know that he is not putting me on this time. He needs help and I start to wonder why we have two gynecologists but only one heart doctor? 

"Amy, I know I've been a jackass but I care about my patients. The longer they have to wait to get in to see me, the chances that they can lead a full life greatly decrease. I know a great cardiothoracic surgeon in Dallas that is looking to move here. I went to school with him and he's one of the best." 

I yank my arm away from him but his words follow me while I start pacing across the room, trying to release some of my stress. What he said makes sense but I just don't know if I can get the other doctors to approve the hiring of another doctor and where would I find the money in the budget? 

Michael stands and walks over to stand against the wall, crossing his arms and legs. I know he's waiting on my response but for once I am speechless. I just don't know what to do or say because he has a valid point and for once I can't argue with him. 

I stop mid pace to look up and find him staring at my bare legs and feet, eyebrows raised. "I thought this was a no shoes, no shirt, no service type of place." 

"Yeah well, mind your own business." I know I'm blushing at having been caught. I always take pride in my appearance, my strawberry blonde hair always up in a bun, make-up done and clothing professional. I had never liked heels though and as soon as I had a chance I always slipped them off. At 5'10" I am pretty tall and heels have always made me feel like a giant, but my mother had instilled manners into my sister and I and we were taught to dress like a lady, and that always included high heels. 

I catch his smile before he wipes it off his face but my thoughts are already racing at what needs to be done and how we are going to do it. I'm going to need to talk to my dad and then make a presentation to the other doctors in the practice to get a vote on adding another one into our fold. 

"How sure are you about this?" I ask as I stop and stand in front of him. At 6'5" he towers over me and I find myself looking up at him. 

"I'm positive. I'll even take a pay cut if it will help." 

"Let me talk to everybody and crunch some numbers and I'll get back to you. Give me a week and I'll have an answer." His gaze tells me that he is skeptical of my promises so I lay my hand on his arm to reassure him. 

"I'm good at my job. I'm not a magician though and if the numbers aren't there, then you'll just have to refer new patients to somebody else. I'm sorry, but that's how it is." 

"Whatever. I've got a patient to get to. Keep me posted." When he pushes himself off of the wall and shrugs my hand off, I know that I am dismissed and somehow that just pisses me off again. I don't know what it is about this man but he pushes every single button I have to set me off. I blow my breath out and get to work on writing emails to the other doctors and making a list of what needs to be done. 

// 

I glance over at Michael while he maneuvers the car through downtown Dallas traffic. It had been a long month to get to this point, but we now had another heart doctor. I had found myself having to work with Michael more than I ever had before during the whole process, and while he still infuriated me, he actually wasn't that bad. He genuinely cared for others and backed everything I said and did to get to this point. Our meeting with Dr. Carl Shepard had gone off without a hitch and next month we expected to add him to the practice. He was a short, bald man with sparkling brown eyes and a quick wit and we had instantly hit it off at dinner earlier this evening. I had had one glass of wine too many and had enjoyed myself immensely. It wasn't often I got to travel and I was loving being free from the office. 

We hadn't said a word to each other since parting ways with Dr. Shepard but for once it was a comfortable silence and not one full of tension. Michael had been funny and charming tonight and I found myself actually enjoying being around him. He was very good looking in his black sports jacket and pale blue Oxford shirt, opened at the collar with just a hint of black chest hair showing. His salt and pepper hair was perfectly messed up, curling slightly at the ends around his ears and collar and his strong jaw had a hint of stubble. He had smelled good with some musky cologne that I couldn't place and I had caught myself more than once smiling or laughing at one of his jokes. 

With my head leaning against the head rest, I close my eyes and listen to the wheels gently bumping along the road and the rain softly hitting the windshield as we make our way back to the hotel. I had decided to stay an extra day instead of leaving tomorrow. I had arranged for Michael to leave first thing in the morning so I'd have an entire day by myself to just relax and do nothing. 

When the engine shuts down I glance over to find him staring at me and my face instantly reddens. I'm normally not a bashful person so it is frustrating that he can do this to me. 

"What?" I ask, gathering my purse and jacket to exit the car. 

"Nothing. I just wanted to say that you did great tonight. Thank you." Before I can say anything he is out the door and walking towards the hotel entrance. 

I roll my eyes and mutter "you're welcome" under my breath and move to catch up with him, holding my jacket up over my head to keep from getting wet. 

He's holding the door for me when I catch up so I slip around him to enter the air conditioned lobby of the hotel. The cool air hits me and sends goose bumps dancing across exposed skin and I let out a tiny shiver, digging though my bag to find the key card to my room as I walk to the elevators. On a whim, I decide to ask him up to my room for a nightcap. I was feeling generous and a bit buzzed from the two glasses of wine at dinner and figured I could overcome my animosity and continue the pleasant evening we were having. 

I tuck myself into the corner of the elevator, far enough away from Michael so I can see his reaction, "Would you like to come to my room for a nightcap?" His head turns, his eyes finding mine and I wonder what he sees when he looks at me. "You know what? Never mind. You have an early morning and it's pretty late already," backpedaling before he can answer me. 

"Yes." His voice is deeper than usual when he speaks. "He knows this is just a drink, right?" I think to myself. While he is a good looking man, I don't mix business with pleasure and wasn't about to start now. 

I glance over as the doors open on our floor and know that he is right behind me as I walk towards my room, passing his as we pad across the carpet. I hear the faint click of the lock giving way when I slip my key into the slot and open the door for us both, cold air sweeping over me. Geez, it's freezing in here! "The wine is on the dresser and there's some whiskey in the mini-fridge. I'm going to turn the air up. Be back in a second. Make yourself at home." I say, slipping my heels off and kicking them across the room. 

He is holding a glass of Merlot out to me when I come back and take a sip, tasting the deep richness sliding across my tongue and slipping down my throat. I start to wonder if this was a bad idea. Why did I invite him in? What was it I wanted from him that hadn't already been said? 

"What are you thinking about?" he asks me. I watch him raise his glass of whiskey to his lips to take a sip. 

"Amy?" 

I look back up into his eyes and see a small smile tugging at his lips. "I was thinking that maybe I was drunk when I asked you here." 

"Do you want me to go?" 

I pause, thinking about his question and realize that I don't want him to go just yet. "No. I want you to stay." I watch him stride over so he can sit in the chair across the room, giving me my space while I perch myself on the edge of the king-sized bed. 

"Can I ask you something?" 

"Depends on what it is," I reply taking another sip of wine. 

"Why are you the only one in your family that's not a doctor?" 

"Why did you become a doctor?" I counter, not ready to answer his question yet. 

"I wanted to help people. I was good at science and math in school and I've always liked learning about how the human body works. It just made sense to go to medical school. You didn't answer my question, Amy. Why are you content to work in the office while everyone else holds PhD's?" 

"You're getting pretty personal, don't you think?" I start pacing the floor, a habit I picked up from my mom when she worried about something or was deep in thought. 

"I don't think so. I want to know why you are the way you are." 

"Why should I follow in everyone else's footsteps? Why can't I be different?" Michael's hands are up in the air in front of him as if he's warding off my verbal attack, but he settles deeper into the chair, legs spreading as he slouches down to make himself more comfortable. 

"You know what? This was a mistake. Maybe you should just leave and I'll see you back in the office." 

"What are you scared of?" 

"What the hell? I'm not scared. I just don't want to talk about my personal life. You can be such an ass, you know that?" I've stopped pacing and am standing directly in front of him now. 

"You know what I think?" he stands up so we are mere inches apart and takes my wineglass from me to set it on the table next to his empty whiskey glass. 

"I don't care what you think about me. I'm good at my job and I'm not going to apologize..." 

He continues as if I never even said a word, "I think that you were going to be a doctor but your parents always told you that you weren't good enough so you gave up on your dreams. You thought that if you studied hard and were the perfect student that you could win their approval but it never happened, did it?" He slowly walks towards me, forcing me to step backwards as he continued his verbal assault. 

"You don't know anything about me." 

"I do. I see the way they treat you, like a piece of trash, but you're the first one they come to when they get into a jam at work, and even at home. You're so smart and beautiful and talented but they've never told you that have they?" 

My cheeks are burning at his words and I only faintly hear his beautiful comment as we slowly make our way across the room. 

"You let them walk all over you every single day. Why? I see the look in your eyes and I know that I'm right, aren't I? Why didn't you start your own business? I know that it's you that runs the practice and you're extremely talented at what you do. Why, Amy?" I jump when I feel my back hit the cold wall behind me. He is standing directly in front of me and I can barely swallow because my throat is so tight. I want to cry but I'll be damned if I do it in front of him. 

"It's none of your damn business." I hiss through clenched teeth, fighting the urge to punch him. 

"Oh, I think it is." I stare at him when I feel his hand brush down my arm, sending goose bumps through me. "You stood up to me that first day and you still do. You give me hell on a daily basis, which I happen to thoroughly enjoy, but you back down and take it when your brother berates you in front of everyone else when something doesn't go his way. I want to beat the shit out of him but yet you just take it and move on. Why?" 

"Get away from me before I make you." I'm ready to explode at this point. 

"Make me, Amy. Take it out on me. You've let it all build up for years and you're so tightly wound you're ready to snap." 

"Stop it. Just stop it." 

"Come on. Let it out, honey. What happened to you?" 

"Get out!" I scream while shoving him as hard as I can, making him stumble backwards in surprise. 

"No! You're going to talk to me and I don't care how long it takes." 

"Fine! You know what? I'm nothing but a screw-up. Okay?" I yell at him. 

"Come on, baby. Let it out." 

I'm sliding down the wall and sit on the floor, feeling the soft carpet under my bare legs and resting my head in my hands. I'm so tired but now that the door is open, I think that I want to let out my demons and Michael is the perfect punching bag right now. 

"I got pregnant at 16," I say glancing up to see his reaction. He is silent now but sits down across from me and pulls my hands from my face so he can see me. 

"He was my brother's best friend and his dad was my dad's best friend so the two families were pretty close. Steve was two years older than me and so good looking while I was such a tomboy. I guess they were all trying to play match-maker but all I wanted to do was study and read my books like the nerd everybody said I was. My parents said that I was lucky to have somebody like Steve dating me and I just let him take control of everything. I guess I shouldn't have been so surprised when he hit me for the first time." 

Michael's warm hands are holding my now cold ones as I tell my story for the first time. I still can't look at him though because I'm afraid that I'll see the blame and disgust that was always on my family's faces at the scandal I had caused. His thumbs are rubbing circles on my wrists when he softly tells me to go on. 

"I got pregnant when I finally gave in to him. I told my parents and they said that I was a disgrace to the family and that I'd never amount to anything. I was three months along when Steve came home from college for a visit. Both of our families knew I was pregnant but our parents were able to keep it pretty quiet. I guess he wasn't feeling up to being a dad because he started calling me a slut and pushed me down the stairs. He was still there when my parents came home from work to find me bleeding on the floor. I was told to keep my mouth shut after I came home from the hospital with three broken ribs. No questions were ever asked and it was just swept under the rug like it had never happened. They said that I was a disgrace to the family and that I had just proved that I would never amount to anything. After that, I kept my nose clean and became Valedictorian before moving across country to go to college. I thought that if I kept up my 4.0 GPA and double majored that I'd win their love back but I never did." 




Who's The Boss?



I still won't look at him so he scoots closer and uses one hand to lift my chin so I am forced to look at him. "It wasn't your fault. You know that right?" 

"You became the scapegoat for all that went wrong and you were blamed for something that was not your fault. Have you talked to anybody else about this?" When I shake my head no he just sighs and rests his forehead against mine, moving to press his hand against the back of my neck so I won't move away at his touch. 

"Well, I'm glad you did. I always knew that there was more to you and I always wanted to know what it was. Have you mentioned anything to any of your other boyfriends about the abuse or miscarriage?" 

"I only had one other one but it lasted six months before he broke it off because I wouldn't have sex with him. I never told him anything though." 

"I'm the only other one who knows besides your family and Steve's?" 

This time he pulls me closer to him so I'm almost in his lap, my head resting against his chest. I nod my head against him and just let him hold me. It had been so long since I had been touched and I found myself enjoying it and him. He wasn't quite so bad when he wasn't at work and I liked this side of him. 

"Please believe me when I tell you that you are incredibly smart and sexy and to hell with anybody who thinks otherwise." 

"Thank you, Michael. I appreciate that." I raise my head to find that his face is close enough to kiss. My eyes search his and when I find nothing but kindness, I raise my hand to rest it against his stubbled cheek. 

"Take what you want from me, Amy," he whispers as he cradles the back of my head with his hand while pulling me closer. His lips are so soft and warm when they gently touch mine and I hear myself gasp in surprise before I tentatively kiss him back. 

"I won't hurt you, I promise," he whispers against my lips. I want to believe him but I'm still not sure what I want to do. If things went any further, I'd be breaking my rule of mixing business with pleasure. 

My thoughts are whirling through my mind as I try to absorb all that has happened. I'm still not sure why I told Michael about the baby or my ex but I feel closer to him than I ever had with any other man and I want to feel good again. I'd had sex a handful of times over the years but the guys had always done what they wanted and didn't really care if I got off or not. At 32, I was still fairly inexperienced with men and sex and had never found my voice to express what I wanted in bed. 

"Stand up," I whisper. He takes my hands in his as he does so we are both standing. I glance down at his suit jacket and he realizes what I want before I say anything, slipping it off of his shoulders and down his arms before tossing it across a nearby table. I'm biting my lip, wondering what to do next when he takes my hands and lays them on his chest, his warm hands staying on top of my cold ones. 

I stand on my toes, glancing up at his eyes before I look at his lips, pressing mine to his. My breath catches in my throat as my eyes drift close, enjoying the simple touch. Michael doesn't make a move so I decide that I'm going to just go for it, moving my lips against his and feeling his response. I pull back briefly to look at him again, and when I don't see hate or even sympathy, I close my eyes and press my lips back against his. My tongue flicks out to run across his bottom lip as I reach one hand up to run it through his thick hair, pressing his head closer to me so I can deepen the kiss. When our tongues finally meet, I feel his arms slip around me to press me closer to him so there is no space between us. 

"I want you," I whisper against his lips. 

"Then take me," he whispers back, pulling away to look at me. In an instant I know what I want and pull him with me to the bed, pushing him back so he is sitting on the edge and I'm standing between his spread legs. His hands are resting on my hips, waiting for my next move when I move back to kiss him. My hands find the buttons of his shirt and I work my way down until I have to pull the tails out of his pants. I make quick work of his shirt until he is sitting there bare chested. My hands roam, feeling his coarse chest hair and working lower to his flat stomach. While he is not muscular, it is obvious that he keeps himself in shape. 

My hand brushes against his erection so I pull back from his lips to glance down. I can see that his pants are tented and decide that I want to taste him. Dropping to my knees I work to unbuckle him and get him freed from his pants and underwear, then make quick work of his shoes and socks before tugging everything off of him so he is left naked in front of me. 

My thoughts try to intrude but I quickly push them aside and just think about what is going to happen. I move to get closer to his cock, looking at the way it juts up from his body at an angle, the tip glistening with precum and his balls hanging low and full. It's not large but it's slightly thicker than the scant few that I've had and my pussy gives a pulse at the thought of him entering me. 

Without a word being spoken, he leans back on one hand he has placed on the bed behind him while the other gently pushes into my bun. I realize what he wants and reach up to pull the pins out, letting my curls cascade down my back and over his hand then focus my attention back on his cock. I'm not good at giving blowjobs but I think that he won't mind so I run my tongue from the base up to the head, tasting him as I move back down. Michael spreads his legs wider so I can move closer and I repeat the process, moving my tongue up one side of his cock and over to the other, tracing veins as I go. 

My tongue flicks over his balls, making him groan, so I do it again. Over and over I run my tongue up around his rubbery head then back down to suck his balls before I sit up on my knees to take him into my mouth. I want to feel him slide down my throat and I slowly work my way down, holding him with one hand while I brace myself on his leg with the other. I feel my hair being pulled back into a loose ponytail so he can watch me suck his cock. I glance up and meet his gaze as I move up and down, coating him with my saliva so I can slowly jack him off while I suck him. His eyes close as he throws his head back and groans. 

My pussy pulses and I feel myself getting wet but I'm still not sure what I want and I keep thinking about what we are doing and how wrong it is. I'm breaking my own rule and I think that things could get very complicated if we go much further. But then again, it was going to be pretty hard ignoring the fact that I had seen him naked and I was kneeling in front of him, sucking his cock. I stop moving my head and hand and sit back but he seems to know where my thoughts are headed and untangles his hand from my hair to cup my chin so I am forced to look at him. 

"Stop thinking and just feel, Amy." I stare at him until he cups my head in his hands, gently pulling me up as he stands with me. I very rarely get this unsure of myself and just wish that I had never asked him to my room because I wouldn't have put myself in this situation. 

"I won't hurt you...I promise. But if you want to stop, we will, okay?" I nod but still say nothing and look into his eyes. I trust him but I can't get out of my head to let myself enjoy anything and find it ironic that even now I'm a disappointment. 

"I have an idea," he says, leaning down to kiss my forehead. 

"What?" I finally manage to say. 

"You trust me, right?" 

I answer without hesitation, "Yes, but..." 

"No but's. You trust me and I think you know that I'm not going to hurt you." 

He pauses until I nod my head before he continues. 

"What do you think about being blind folded? I want you to feel but I don't think that you will if you can see me. Make sense?" 

I consider what he offered and find that the idea is growing on me. I'd never done anything like it but I had heard that it was incredibly erotic. 

"Okay," I say. 

"Yeah?" 

"Yes." 

Michael kisses my forehead again before moving away to my open suitcase. I watch him sift through until he finds a silk scarf I had planned on wearing tomorrow, striding back over to step behind me. His arms brush mine as he moves until I see the scarf in front of my face. I take a deep breath, eyes closing, briefly nodding to let him know that I am ready before he ties it around me head. 

"Are you still okay?" he asks. 

"Yes." 

His fingers trail down my arms and I feel him lean down to kiss my bare shoulder as his fingers travel back up, sending goosebumps dancing across my skin. "Trust me," he says into my ear before moving away from me. I don't know where he went and turn my head, trying to hear his movements before I feel his hands on my shoulders again, making me jump in surprise. 

He pushes me back until I feel the bed hit the back of my legs and I'm forced to sit back on it. I scoot myself up further and feel the bed dip a second before he straddles my thighs. I reach behind me to brace myself and feel my dress and bra being slipped off of my shoulders and down my arms, forcing me to lay back on the bed with the restriction of not being able to move. 

His mouth finds my neck and lightly sucks before biting me, making me yelp in surprise. His tongue leaves a wet trail up to my ear and traces the edge of it before moving back down my neck to my shoulder, biting down again. He repeats the process on the other side and I feel my pussy getting wetter. 

He lifts me up enough to slip my dress and bra completely down my arms before pushing me back onto the bed. The force takes me by surprise before I feel his mouth sucking on my left nipple. His tongue swirls and his teeth nip while he holds my arms out to the sides so I can't move to stop him but each pull on my hard nipple is making me forget why I was so reluctant to continue before. The pleasure is mixing with pain as he sucks harder and bites down. My heart is pounding and my breaths are coming out in pants, not knowing what he's going to do to me but not caring while he continues to work on my breasts. He finally moves to the other one and treats it like its twin while he slowly releases my arms, testing to see if I'll move away from him. 

When he realizes that I'm not going to move, he moves to roll my nipples between his fingers and works his way lower, trailing kisses and bites down my stomach. He pauses long enough to loop his fingers into the waistband of my panties and I lift my hips so he can pull them down my legs with my dress. 

He settles between my legs and when I move to put my legs over his shoulders, he stops me by pressing my legs apart and again says, "Trust me." I keep my arms where they are but my hands clutch the bedspread and my hips buck up when he sucks my clit into his mouth and I let out a loud groan. 

His tongue runs from my clit down to my ass and back again and I know that he is tasting my juices. His teeth sink into my clit and I let out a loud "Fuck", my back leaving the bed with my hips. I've had my pussy sucked before but he is pushing me farther than I've been sexually and I am more turned on than I've ever been in my life. 

Michael continues his assault on my pussy, alternating between sucking my clit and lapping at my pussy. I feel his fingers push all the way into me and his tongue tracing circles around my clit, my orgasm getting closer and closer. His fingers thrust up into me hard and fast now and I can actually hear how wet I am with each thrust. 

He surprises me when he pulls back and I feel my face turning red in shame and disappointment, thinking that I had managed to turn him off when I feel his lips touch mine and his tongue pushing into my mouth to kiss me. "You taste so good," he says before kissing me again and this time I concentrate on how I taste. It's a bit tangy but sweet at the same time and I am finding myself getting turned on even further. 

His fingers continue to dip into my pussy and to pinch my clit while his other finds my neck and lightly squeezes. I know he's not going to hurt me but his touch scares me and I try to pull away. "Trust me," he says again and I know that I have to at this point because I have no idea what he can do. 

He kisses me again and I feel his cock brush against me when he moves, my senses on high alert at not being able to see what he is doing. 

He moves lower to my breasts and bites down on one, and then the other just as my pussy explodes. My breath catches but I can hear my heart pounding in my ears when he presses harder on my throat and I start to see stars before he lets up on the pressure and I scream his name, not caring who can hear at this point. It feels like my whole body is cumming and my pussy is on fire as I gasp for air and thrash around, seeking relief from his relentless fingers but wanting more at the same time. 

This time he doesn't stop me when I wrap my arms around him and pull him to me for a wet kiss as my pussy slowly returns to normal and my screams turn to pants. 

Still not saying a word he moves so he can position his cock at my pussy entrance and in one thrust sinks all the way into me. "Fuck!" My pussy is still sensitive and each thrust makes me groan and call out his name in pleasure. 

"Michael...please..." I beg, not knowing what I want but knowing that I want more of his cock. 

"What do you want?" he asks, nipping at my ear lobe and then sucking on my neck. 

"I want to suck you," I manage to get out in between particularly hard thrusts. 

"Then suck me," he says and pulls out of me, rolling over next to me. I still have the scarf tied around my head so I have to feel with my hands where he's at and then work my way down his body so I can kneel between his legs without crushing his cock and balls. 

His legs spread wider so I have more room to work and his hands find my head to guide it to his cock. I can smell myself on him as I get closer and then my lips are on his cock head. I suck it in and swirl my tongue around then sink my mouth all the way down, my lips flaring to take him all in. His low "Fuck" tells me I'm on the right track and I repeat my movements, moving up then all the way back down. 

My fingers move lower to tickle underneath his balls and I realize that he's letting me do what I want to him so I move my fingers lower to his ass and then back up. I'm listening to his moans and looking for direction as to how far I can go. I want to please him like he did me and, while I'm not sure he'll like his ass played with, I decide to go with it. 

I reach underneath me to gather up some of my own juices to coat my fingers then bring them back to his ass and lightly rub them around his puckered hole, feeling his feet come up to rest on my back to give me better access to his ass. I continue sucking his cock while one finger starts to probe his ass, feeling the resistance give way at each gentle push. 

I slowly work my finger in and out, every so often reaching up to catch some of my saliva that's dripping down his cock and balls for some lubrication so I don't hurt him. "Fuck, Amy. That feels so good. Keep sucking my cock, baby." 

His hands work to loosen the knot at the back of my head and the scarf comes off, making me blink at the bright light before I glance up at his face. His eyes are slammed shut, his mouth forming silent words at each push of my finger and swirl of my tongue on his cock. 

I work to add a second finger and pump his ass, concentrating on moving my fingers with my mouth in tandem. I feel his balls tightening against his body and know that he is close to cumming. 

My mouth lets out an audible pop when he pulls me off of him and my fingers are released from his tight ass a second before he pulls me up his body, crushing my mouth to his before rolling me over onto my back. 

"Get on your stomach," he says and he is on top of me before I can fully extend my limbs. His knees slip between my legs as he settles on top of me. His cock finds my pussy and again he sinks all the way in with one thrust, making me gasp in pleasure. He buries his head in my neck and his arms wrap around my chest while he pumps into my pussy. I know he won't last long so I let him go at his own pace and hear his pants in my ear as he gets closer and closer. 

At the last minute he raises his torso off of me and braces himself on his arms to really get into his thrusts. I glance behind me and see the sweat running down his face, his eyes find mine and I feel him start to cum inside of me, sending another small orgasm through my pussy. 

His thrusts slow down until he is barely moving at all and I feel a kiss on my shoulder before he rolls off of me and collapses besides me. 

I'm still on my stomach but rest my head on my folded arms and turn my head to look at him. He catches my look and rolls over onto his side, propping his head on his hand and running his fingers down my spine, sending goose bumps across my skin. 

"Did I hurt you?" he asks me, holding my gaze to judge my reaction. 

"No." 

"Are you sure? I got pretty rough." 

I think for a minute before answering, "I think that I was scared at not knowing what you were going to do but, no, you didn't hurt me. I never thought sex could feel that intense. Thank you, Michael." 

"Sex feels as good as the partner you're with. If you have a bad partner, which I know you've had, then it isn't good. But, if you find somebody that respects you and wants only to make sure that you experience all the pleasures they can give, then sex can be incredibly intense and intimate. By the way, I never would have thought you were into anal play with a man. You continue to surprise me, Amy," he says with a wink. 

I smile back at him but I know that my cheeks are burning at his words. I had never thought about anal play but after what he had done for me tonight, I had only wanted to give him the same amount of pleasure. 

"What time are you leaving in the morning?" I ask. 

"I actually changed my flight to match yours," he says and then laughs when I jump up in surprise. 

"You did what?" I ask. 

"I'm on the same flight. Don't look so offended, Amy." 

"I'm not. I just thought that I had planned this trip out but apparently nothing is going like I planned," I say and sit up so I'm sitting with my legs crossed, naked as the day I was born but not caring. 

"Who's the boss now?" he says before pouncing on me, making me laugh.



Who's the Boss



"How dare you enter my office without knocking first? I am going to blister your ass for this."

"I am so sorry Miss Andrews, I didn't know you were err, busy."

"Linda, you can go back to your desk now."

When she stood up I could see her face was wet. "I guess it's your turn now Billie," Linda said with a saucy smile on her face.

"What is so important that you would barge into my office like that?"

"Now I know it's probably not true but I have been hearing rumors about sex parties you Frank and Linda are having with customers."

"Don't worry your little head about silly rumors. Hasn't sales gone up about 35% since Frank and I started running the company?"

I don't know where she got the idea they were running the company but I had to admit there had been a nice sales increase.

"Now why don't you get back to what Linda was doing before you interrupted us?"

I was taking the pill every day like Kathy wanted but I was starting to feel sick more and more often. Maybe it was anxiety over my coming wedding or the uneasy feeling about the relationship between Kathy and Frank. Several times I had to call in sick.

After one period when I was sick for three days Kathy called me into her office. "You being sick all the time is hurting the company. Since I have the Power of Attorney to make decisions when you are sick and unable to do so, I am taking over the company until you get better. I will take your office and you can sit at the empty desk outside my door. You are relieved of all your duties except programming and writing software. Since you sit right outside my door I will also use you as my secretary and Frank can keep Linda. So clean out your things this afternoon and your first duty tomorrow morning is to bring me my coffee. You do remember how I like it don't you sweetie?"

I didn't think I was that sick but I had signed the form and she was being extra nice to me on our Friday night dates. She said this was just a temporary thing and that I could go back to being boss when I was well again. That night after I sucked her off she let me watch while she masturbated. "Just imagine how good this is going to feel when I allow you to put it in. Would you like a free sample of what married life is like?"

"Yes, I have wanted to do it for so long."

"Then strip off your pants and shorts." It did not take long before I was nude below the waist. She took my penis in her hand and rubbed it lightly up and down her pussy. This was the first time she had touched my penis and it felt so good I was already on the verge of cuming.

"Billie I just remembered Frank is coming over tonight. We are going to discuss how much our salary should be raised and how much yours should be lowered because now you are just a secretary. Hurry and get dressed because Frank will be annoyed if he finds you here. Go home and jerk yourself off because I know you were ohhh so close."

Damn that Frank I know he is fucking her and he just ruined my best chance to do the same. That brief touch of my penis on her pussy lips and her soft hand had me fantasizing about how good it would be when we were married.

Several days later she told me she had found our dream house. I had told her that when we were married I would sell my condo and buy a house. She wanted me to buy it now because her lease was up and this way she could get a head start living in our new home. It was a nice house, a four bedroom bungalow with an outdoor pool, so I bought it for her. On closing day she told me I needed to stay in the office because I was behind in my work and Frank would help her move in. 

One sunny afternoon shortly before our wedding, I thought I would leave work early and drop in and see Kathy at our new home. She had taken the day off to do stuff at our house and Frank was away somewhere so it was a perfect time to surprise her. When I drove up I could see Kathy's car parked in the driveway and Frank's truck parked in the garage. The house was empty so I walked through to the back and there they were by the pool. Frank was in swim trunks and Kathy was wearing bikini bottoms but no top.

"What is going on here?" I demanded angrily.

"Now Billie, just calm down and I will explain it all to you, Frank's apartment is being renovated and he needed a place to stay for a little while. It just made sense that since we work together this would be the ideal place for him. I didn't mention it to you because I knew that you and your stupid jealously would just get you all upset. Look Billie, I know you don't like Frank and you are jealous of him because he is fucking me while I deny you, but you need to worry about other things. The Peterson contract is overdue and you have not finished doing the software so why don't you go back to the office and finish it. Let me know how many hours of overtime you have to work and I'll add something to your paycheck." 

We had a small wedding. Most of the guests were friends of Kathy's with a few from work. I didn't know who to ask to be my best man so Kathy choose Frank for me. Her maid of honor was Linda, that blond bimbo from work.

I started feeling worse after the wedding. We were supposed to leave on our honeymoon in two days and Kathy suggested I see her doctor. Her doctor said I had a virus that was giving me an upset stomach and diarrhea and I should not do any traveling for at least two weeks.

Kathy was very upset when I told her. "The airfare, hotel and meals are already paid for and it's too late to cancel."

I was still living in my condo; the game plan was I would move into the house when we returned. Kathy saw me the following day all smiles. "This morning on our way to work Frank had a wonderful idea. He is due two weeks holiday anyway so he is going to go with me to Jamaica. This way I don't lose all that money I paid and Frank gets his holidays out of the way for this year."

"There is no way I am letting Frank go with you on my honeymoon."

"But sweetie, the doctor has said you can't travel and this trip is not our honeymoon it's just vacation. We will still go on our honeymoon when you are better."

"I would be the laughing stock of the office if you go with Frank."

"You worry too much about what other people think. I have tried to reason with you but it's not working because you are too stubborn and unreasonable and jealous of Frank to think straight. Now you are just making me mad. I should give you a thrashing to beat some sense into you. If I get one more complaint out of you, that's exactly what I am going to do.

"Now I am going to tell you how it is. Frank and I are going to enjoy 2 weeks in the Jamaican sun. You are going to stay in the office and work. Since Frank and I are away, you are back in charge and you can get caught up on your work."

That was the last time we spoke before she left. She was angry at me and I was angry with her. While they were gone it occurred to me that I never used to be sick like I am now, before I started taking those pills so this time I went to my doctor and took the pills with me. When he came back from his examination he said, "You had better sit down for this one. Those pills contain tectroacimede, a slow acting poison. Taken over a long enough period of time it will probably kill you. You said your wife gave you these pills? It would appear she has a hidden agenda."

Back in the office the accountant brought me the company checks for signing because both Frank and Kathy were away. One was for forty two thousand dollars, payable to Ridgeway Motors for a new Cadillac ordered by Frank. "What is this?" I asked the accountant.

"You should know because you signed the authorization." He replied.

"I never signed any such thing. Show me the authorization."

When he brought in the form it was easy to see Frank had made a clumsy attempt to forge my signature. This was not only forgery but embezzlement of company funds. It was time to bring in the police. They were going to arrest both Frank and Kathy the moment they stepped off the plane from Jamaica. They estimated Frank would get 5 years in the state penitentiary and Kathy would get 2 years.

About a week before the trial I got a phone call from Kathy, calling from the women's jail. She started out by saying she thought they were vitamin pills, that she would never do anything to hurt me. She said she knew she had been a bad girl but now she was ready to be the loving wife I wanted. "My lawyer says that if you drop the charges against me I can be released. Then we can go on our honeymoon and I'll let you fuck me as much as you want; so can I send him to your office with the papers to sign?"

"I don't think so. You lied, cheated and humiliated me from day one, so now it's time you paid the price. I will do one thing for you though. I know it's hard for ex cons to get a job when they get out, especially someone with your limited skills, so I will give you a job as the office cleaning lady when you get out."



Who's the Boss



"I'm your boss and you will do as I say," Jackson said raising his voice. He stood right in front of her, crowding her in the tiny office.

Jackson and Terry worked in the same office together in the design department. They started off like partners. Recently the big boss made Jackson the supervisor of the design department. Now Terry answered directly to him. 

"Go to hell Jackson," Terry fired back. She refused to be cowed by her new "boss". She looked up into his angry brown eyes and had to crane her neck back to do so. Jackson was tall, around 6'2". He had a trim athletic build, dark brown hair that he kept cut low and those dreamy brown eyes. All the girls at work were ga-ga for him. He liked the attention but didn't take it too seriously and he never got involved with anyone from work. She admired him for that.

During their first year at the office they merely got to know each other. By the second year they were fast friends and starting to flirt quite a bit. Terry had a huge crush on him and thought he liked her too. Neither did much about it not wanting to risk their relationship as friends or make an awkward situation at work. She was beginning to wonder if she should go ahead and make a play for him – then found out the corporate office made him her boss. That was three weeks ago.

In short, it sucked. Her buddy and not so secret crush now had the power to tell her what to do, veto all her design ideas, keep her late at work and ruin her weekends. She was so angry about it that she had been fighting him every step of the way since he took over the department. She knew it was wrong but couldn't help herself. She hoped he took his big fat raise and choked on it!

Jackson looked down at the angry little woman. He wanted to shake her! Since they met no one has been able to get under his skin the way she did. He knew she was angry about his promotion, knew that they had both been vying for the same position. Everyone expected it to take a couple more years before there was an opening though. It surprised everyone, him included. It was tough being the new boss and he thought he would have his buddy on his side. He'd also begun to have deeper feelings for Terry over the last several months. Her nasty attitude towards him now hurt on a whole other level that he refused to admit to. 

He took in her big brown eyes...so pretty. They were wide and innocent looking, fringed with thick lashes. She was a lot shorter than him, barely over five feet tall. She had gorgeous curves packed in that 5 foot frame though. Her pretty brown face was screwed into a mask of anger. Her kissable full mouth pouted petulantly. Well, he guess all those fantasies about kissing said mouth while running his hands through that thick shoulder length black hair would remain just that – fantasies. So be it. He WAS the boss now and she WOULD do what he asked or else. He started with trying to intimidate her. He thought it would be easy given their size difference but it wasn't working. It was time to up the ante.

"Look Terry, your design is great and I know the original plan was to give you artistic lead but the plan has changed. So you can either get with that plan or else." Jackson finished his little speech by planting his fists on his hips and waited for her response. 

Terry stepped back in shock. Well, she stepped back as far as she could. The old office they were standing in was small and filled with books, boxes, a sizable desk, drafting table and three computers. There really was no more space.

"Are you threatening me, Jackson?" She really hoped not. She hoped he was just trying to scare her like he did by getting all up in her face. Maybe she had finally gone too far. She watched him, searching for some clue. She knew she had been pretty nasty the last few weeks but figured she could get away with it. Jackie, as she had started to call him when they were alone, was always so nice to her. She didn't realize he could be nasty too until it was too late.

"It is not a threat Terry. It's the truth. You have to learn to accept my authority right now or there will be major consequences." Jackson turned to walk toward the shelf were the latest printouts were. Everyone else had left for the evening but he wanted to take a final look at the preliminary designs before leaving for the weekend. He had planned to go over them with Terry the way he always did. But she was being difficult as usual.

Accept his authority? Terry thought to herself. Has he lost his mind? Her temper flared again. "Who the hell do you think you are Jackson Kapfhammer? You are not the boss of me and I don't have to accept anything from you, you bastar-."

Terry didn't finish the word bastard because at the sound of it Jackson swung around took the two big steps back in front of her grabbing her upper arms. He jerked her close and said through gritted teeth, "Stop calling me that. That's all I've heard from you for weeks. I haven't done shit too you, you spoiled little bitch."

At first Terry was surprised and scared. Jackson had never behaved like this even when she was at her worst. She even felt bad knowing she must have been hurting his feelings...that is, until she heard the b-word. She jerked out of his grasp and drew her hand back.

CRACK. The sound her little brown hand made against his creamy cheek was loud and ringing. They both stood there frozen for a moment staring at each other in shock. Terry didn't know she was going to hit him until she'd already done it. It just made her so angry, him calling her bitch and if she were completely honest it hurt. He called her spoiled too. Did he really think she had no reason to be upset? She had started to think of Jackie as special, not just her friend or coworker. Then this happened and everything got so ugly.

An ugly red mark was starting to well up on Jackson's face. He couldn't believe she struck him. He knew she was angry, maybe even hurt about getting passed over for promotion but...damn. She must not care about him at all. He stared at her getting angrier by the second and if he were honest with himself he would admit to being hurt as well. He had been lusting after his friend's delectable little body for a while now. But it was more than that. He genuinely liked her. He thought they could still get together – after this work stuff blew over. But still she called him bastard. Jackson put a hand to his stinging cheek, knowing his passions were getting all confused but not caring. Well, if she insisted he was a bastard, he'd show her one.

Terry, who had been quietly watching Jackson the entire time, knew exactly when his mood changed. She saw the expression in his eyes switch from shock to anger and then to something else. Something she was sure she didn't want to name. It was time to get out of there. Since the company was empty now, being well after 6pm, they left the office door open. Terry made a dash for it. She could make it. It was no more than four or five steps to the door from where she stood against the drafting table.

Unfortunately it was terribly hard to move nimbly in the black pencil skirt and heels she wore. Before Terry made it past the computer desk Jackson caught her arm and flung her back against the drafting table. He walked over to the door and slammed it closed. Then he advanced on her.

Terry was trapped and she knew it. Was it too late to appeal to their sense of friendship? Would Jackie listen? Or would he make her pay for being so mean to him these last three weeks?

Jackson stopped when he towered right over Terry. Her eyes went large with fear. Good. She deserved it. He grabbed her upper arms again and leaned down to her, face to face. "So I'm a bastard am I," he snarled? I'll show you a bastard." With that Jackson began to move his hands over her body. Her blouse was ivory silk and felt nice against his hands. But his hands were cruel, rubbing and squeezing to hard. He covered her breast. They were full and heavy, large C cups maybe? Jackson squeezed just hard enough to hurt. 

Terry yelped and tried to push his hands away but he would just put them back somewhere else.

"Jackson...Jackie..." Terry gasped. "What are you doing? Don't."

He pushed forward until her bottom butted up against the table. She was pinned between a big hot angry Jackson and the hard cold drafting table.

He said nothing but started to tug at her blouse. What the hell am I doing Jackson thought to himself? I'm supposed to be angry right? He was angry yet all he could think about was fucking Terry. He would take her hard and rough right here in the old office they used to share – right here against the drafting table. He didn't know why now. He had been holding in his feeling for months. Now he couldn't hold it anymore? And why like this? He didn't know and he decided he didn't care. He pulled Terry's blouse out of the skirt and tried to undo the buttons.

Terry slapped at his hands and tried her best to push him away. Of course Jackie outweighed her by about 80 pounds so it was useless. She couldn't believe how out of control he suddenly was. What was more unbelievable was the way her body responded to his rough handling. She did not like being dominated...right? Sure she read some pretty kinky erotica and even watched hard core porn on occasion. That didn't mean she wanted it hardcore herself though. Right? But her body betrayed her. Her nipples poked against the silk of her blouse. Her breathing quickened. And an exciting tingle started at the juncture of her thighs. No damn it, Terry screamed in her head. It was not supposed to go down like this. Not for them, not the first time.

"Jackie, wait," Terry exclaimed. "We're both getting a little out of control, don't you think? She used his nick name hoping to appeal to their friendship.

Amazingly he stopped. His hands dropped to his sides and he stood straight but used his lower body to keep her pinned to the table.

"Wait for what," he growled? He paused, waiting for an answer.

Terry could think of nothing to say. She wracked her brain for a way to diffuse his anger but came up short. She was still a little scared and still turned on. As much as she wanted to have sex with Jackie she didn't want it to be angry and up against an old drafting table - at least not unless she asked for it that way. She opened her mouth to say just that but when she did Jackson swooped down to claim her lips.

He kissed her thoroughly, roughly and for the first time Terry felt his growing erection pressing against her stomach. Goodness, it was big. She hoped she could calm him down before he tried to use that thing. 

Suddenly breaking the kiss, Jackson lifted his head. "To late," he said and ripped her blouse open. Terry tried to cover herself but Jackson captured her wrists and pinned them to her sides while he ran his hot open mouth over her creamy brown flesh. 

Terry whimpered not wanting to like it but unable to help herself. She was still incredibly attracted to him and couldn't just turn it off. When he got close to her black lace clad breasts she moaned. At the sound Jackson looked up and gave her an evil grin. 

"So, you like it when I'm a bastard." He said it as fact, not a question.

Terry shook her head no but found she could not speak. Jackson had closed his mouth around her right nipple and sucked right through the lace. He teased her for a moment then went to the other breast and tugged the cup down with his teeth exposing her left breast to the cool air. He licked all around that nipple making it pebble hard. Terry squeezed her thighs together simultaneously fighting and trying to relieve the sweet pressure his actions caused. She knew he was trying to get a reaction out of her but she denied him.

Jackson knew she was fighting it. He looked at her face. Her eyes were squeezed shut and her mouth was open. She made funny little noises, not a moan and not quite a gasp. Smiling evilly, he wouldn't give her any quarter. He wrapped his arms around her, further trapping her own arms and held her tightly. Then he opened his mouth wide and took in as much of her nipple and breast as he could and sucked hard.

Terry's eye flew open and her body jerked. She couldn't hold in her cries this time. She looked down at Jackson's dark head and trembled. He continued to suck almost to the point of causing pain. Her poor breast was getting so sensitive. When she couldn't stand anymore she begged him to stop.

"Jackson...Ja-Jackie...please...stop it," she gasped out.

Jackson did stop sucking but started to nibble and bite. He nibbled around her breasts and bit her dark distended nipples. By now they looked like wet chocolate nubbins and he just couldn't keep his mouth off them. He switched between the bare one and the one still covered by lace, biting it right through the fabric. In his excitement he began to nibble a little too hard. He knew it but didn't stop. When Terry started making those yelping sounds again he let her go and straightened up.

Terry sagged back against the table shaking with need. She crossed her arms over her exposed breasts. Looking at Jackson but not quite meeting his eyes, she whispered, "Why are you doing this?"

"Because I'm a bastard," he quipped harshly. He took off his shirt and undid his belt buckle. Terry watched silently. She felt a myriad of conflicting emotions. The strongest was definitely lust. Her breasts felt heavy and tender. Her breathing hadn't slowed down a bit. Between her legs there was a slick wetness and a throbbing like she had never known. Who knew she would get turned on by this rough stuff? That led to her other feelings. She was shocked at herself for liking it and angry with Jackson for trying it. Yet, as he continued to disrobe she couldn't take her eyes off him. He had removed his undershirt and his fly was undone. His chest was broad and well defined. It was covered in thick dark hair that trailed down over his flat abs and into his waistband.

When she looked up at him she realized he had been watching her. He smiled smugly. He knew she wanted him in spite of everything. He moved towards her and Terry froze, caught between wanting to run and wanting to know what he would do next. He crowded her like earlier and caught her arms pulling them down to expose her upper body.

"Jackie, wait," she said softly.

"NO," he replied firmly.

He kissed her, softly this time. His tongue stroked hers. He sucked at her lips and didn't let up until she returned the favor. When she caught his lower lip between her own she ran her tongue over it then sucked. Jackson groaned and ground his cock against her. Terry stroked his chest, found his flat nipples and teased them with her finger tips. He let her explore while kissing her neck and kneading her breasts. Terry's hands dipped lower over his stomach, which jerked where she touched and lower still. When she ducked her hand inside his open trousers and grasped his erection through his boxers, Jackson hissed. He straightened and yanked her hand away. 

"Bad girl" he said seriously. Damn, Jackson thought. When Terry's little hand wrapped around his engorged cock he felt pure fire. It was delicious but this was his show. He was in charge and he was going to punish her for being so bad.

"Turn around," he told her.

Terry paused looking up at his tense face, wondering what she did wrong. Jackson grabbed her shoulders and spun her.

"I said turn around," he snapped.

Terry let him turn her and planted her hands on the table top. She looked over her shoulder to see what he was doing but Jackson turned her head forward.

He stood close rubbing her body and grinding his groin against her round ass. Next he placed a hand on her back and forced her down against the table. Terry wasn't so sure she liked this anymore. Jackson was getting aggressive again. The table was cold against her bare breast and tummy. He had her pinned good so she waited.

Jackson surveyed Terry and decided he liked what he saw. She was completely submissive, bent over the table awaiting his next move. Her hair spread out across her shoulders, upper back and part of the table. Her silk blouse was open and he knew the cold metal was biting into her skin. He could see the outline of her narrow waist and the flare of her hips and buttocks were encased in the black wool of her skirt. He couldn't really see her legs and decided to rectify that. Keeping a hand on her back in case she got feisty again, Jackson bent low to grasp the hem of Terry's skirt. He dragged it up, yanking when it would get stuck in places. When it was level with her bottom he smoothed it up over her hips so that his hand made contact with her flesh.

Terry tried not to moan as Jackson's rough handling continued to excite her. She felt the cool air on the backs of her thighs and on her bottom. When he had her bare she tried not to feel embarrassed. She had a great body and knew she must look spectacular in her black pumps, sheer black thigh highs and black thong panty.

Jackson paused to gawk at the treasure before him. His cock actually got harder. Slowly, gently, he ran his hand over her creamy brown cheeks. He bent low to cover each fleshy mound with kisses. All the while he kept one hand on her back. He noticed that her flesh was a little paler here as were her breasts and stomach. Guess she didn't get much sun. He straightened and looked at the back of Terry's head.

"Terry," he called.

"Hmmm?" she answered.

"You have been a very bad girl. Ridiculously so." He paused and idly rubbed his hand over her right cheek. Terry was quiet so he continued.

"We really can't allow this to go on. So I have decided to nip this in the bud now. I'm going to teach you a lesson. You will learn to behave. You will accept my authority." Jackson paused again. He captured her hips, pressing against her unable to help it and leaning over her back to say in her ear, "You are going to take your punishment and you are going to like it!"

Terry had been wondering where he was going with this speech. She had started to relax. When Jackson started talking again, though, about lessons and authority she went on high alert. That last bit certainly caught her attention and she think she finally understood what he meant by "punishment". 

Jackson stepped to her side and started rubbing her bottom, as if getting warmed up. Knowing exactly what was about to happen Terry squealed and tried to stand up. Jackson leaned into the hand he'd kept on her back exerting enough pressure to keep her from moving. She heard him laughing softly and felt desperate. She kicked out with her legs but that was futile as well. 

"Stop it," she shrieked! "Stop it, Jackson. Don't you dare!" Terry hadn't been spanked since she was 8 years old and she would not suffer that indignity for Jackie or anyone else. She wiggled and squirmed but to no avail.

Jackson stopped rubbing her delectable little tush and drew back his hand. He thought of the way she had smacked him earlier and knew this was payback time. His hand came down with a loud "WHACK" and Jackson watched in delight as Terry's ass cheeks jiggled from the force of it. 

Terry went stiff as a board. Outrage traveled along every nerve ending. As she felt two more stinging whacks against her exposed bottom she began to struggle in earnest. This only made Jackson laugh as he pressed down with his whole arm to hold her in place. One of his big pale hands wrapped around her shoulder. His elbow jabbed her back a bit just above the curve of her hips. She was stuck good and cursed him for it.

"Jackson, you fucker! Let me up this instant!"

His response was to spank her two more times only harder than before.

Terry screamed. That really hurt! She felt so vulnerable. So why was she getting so wet? Each time Jackson's hard hand came into contact with her stinging bottom her pussy tingled. If this kept up she would have juices running down her leg and over her hose. She'd never hear the end of it. God, she loved it and she hated it...hated that she loved what he was doing to her.




Who's the Boss



Jackson continued to spank Terry's round jiggly bottom. He watched in wonder as each cheek turned angry red. He guessed he hadn't expected her darker skin to show the abuse so evidently. Much to his pleasure, it did. He gave each cheek two more whacks.

"You fucking bastard," Terry exclaimed shakily. "I'll get you for this." She had tears pooling in her eyes. It was as much from frustration and embarrassment as pain.

Jackson heard the tears in her voice and stopped. Good God, he didn't really want to hurt her; he just wanted to muss her up a bit, show her whose boss. 

She sniffled a bit and it pulled at his heart strings. He wasn't about to let her off the hook but thought she had had enough. Surely she had learned her lesson. He took his hand off her back and grabbed her hips. Kneeling behind her, he kissed her sore red derrière all over. He licked and kissed at the stinging red marks until she quieted down. He stroked her hips where he held her and nuzzled the crack of her ass. Terry started to moan.

Jackson sat back on his hunches and stared at the plump mound between her cheeks. The lace of her panties was completely damp. She even had a few streaks on her thighs where her juices had overflowed. He nuzzled her there, first with his nose then with his mouth. Terry moaned again.

Getting on his knees Jackson spoke, his voice husky, "Since you have been so good and took your punishment like a big girl, I'm going to give you a reward." 

Terry held her head up at this. Her tears had dried up several moments ago and now curious excitement filled her. 

Jackson hooked his fingers into her thong and pulled it aside. "God" he ground out when her womanly flesh was exposed. She was mostly shaven. Some hair was left in a wide strip on the front of her mons. Her pussy had fleshy outer lips that were plumped up and covered in moisture. The scent of her sex was intoxicating. Her inner lips must be really small because he couldn't see them. 

Jackson took out his now aching cock and stroked it. Then he leaned forward and licked Terry's wet slit. Her body jerked but she didn't try to pull away. Encouraged, Jackson planted his face between her cheeks and eagerly licked and sucked at Terry's sweet wet flesh. His tongue found its way between her nether lips and searched out her clit. When he found it he put all his focus there.

If anyone were to walk into their office right now they would find the most erotic sight. There in the small office a beautiful young black woman lay bent over a table, her shirt open and skirt pushed up around her waist. Her ass was bare and from the waist down the only thing covering her was her sheer thigh highs. Behind her on the floor a young, attractive brown haired white man kneeled. His large hands holding her hips, his face buried between her ass cheeks and his mouth firmly planted against her wet pussy. The young man, who was naked from the waist up, had his pants on and his cock out. He stroked it furiously as he licked at the woman's moist folds.

Terry moaned and gasped, pushing her hips backwards against Jackson's face. Her eyes open, she stared unseeingly at the bookshelf that lined the wall. Her body was on fire. 

Jackson's hands slipped from her hips to her thighs. With one hand in front and the other in back he spread her open. He licked at her exposed core groaning. Terry trembled.

Leaning back a bit Jackson said against her hot flesh, "I'm going to make you cum Terry. I want you to cum for me." He went back to licking her clit. He made furious circles over the turgid flesh. Moaning Terry bucked against him. She wanted release. Her orgasm was building but oh, so slowly. 

Sensing her dilemma, Jackson took the two middle fingers of his right hand and pushed them into her sex. Latching his lips firmly around her clitoris he sucked rhythmically while shoving his fingers in and out of her wet pussy.

Terry cried out. "Ah! Oh, oh, oh," She hovered for the briefest of moments then wave after delicious wave crashed over her. The spasms that started from her core caused the inner walls to clamp down and clench at the fingers stroking her. Her clit pulsed with the same rhythm. Terry's entire body bucked and shook. Jackson groaned against her, reveling in her excitement. 

When her orgasm ended Terry collapsed against the table. Jackson slowly removed his fingers but continued to lick her, gently and softly – the tip of his tongue making butterfly light contact with her sensitive flesh.

Terry whimpered quietly her eyes shut. Jackson got to his feet behind her and let his pants fall to the floor. Terry wanted to turn, say something to him. She felt limp as over cooked spaghetti and just lay on the table.

Jackson once again took her by the hips. He leaned forward and brushing her hair aside kissed her cheek. He whispered, "It's not over yet," and straightened.

Terry's eyes flew open. She was excited and nervous. This was it. He was going to fuck her. Would he be rough? Gentle? A little of both? She held her breath.

Jackson grasped his swollen cock and rubbed the huge purple mushroomed head against Tamara's wetness. He made some growly sound and when he found her opening pushed all the way in with one stroke.

"Aaaaaaa," Terry cried. His entry was so forceful. He gave her no time to adjust. His thrusts forced her open. Her pussy was still a little clenched from that first orgasm. God he was big! Thank goodness she was so wet and aroused. 

Jackson held her hips tightly, moaning as he pumped in and out of her. She felt so good, so right. When she started to push back at him he couldn't remain stoic.

"Ah! Oh, oh fuck," he exclaimed in a gravely voice. "Oh Terry, you feel so good." He grunted, thrusting. "So...damn...good.

Terry moaned too. Her body was adjusting to his length and thickness. It felt so good the way he spread her open, the way he filled her. She was wetter now than before and moisture ran down her legs. She arched her back causing her shoulders and butt to lift while her stomach stayed in contact with the table, pushing into his thrusts.

Jackson leaned over her back to whisper to her. "You are so good Terry. Your pussy is so fucking hot." He gasped feeling her inner walls suck at him. "And so tight!" Jackson lifted her a bit angling her hips for deeper penetration.

His entire length plunged in and out of her. His balls slapped against her clit. Terry felt her self getting close and told him so. "Oh, oh Ja-Jackie. Keep fucking me. It's sooo gooood. Your hard cock is so good." Jackson grunted in response. Terry started to moan, louder and louder. Jackson, seeing she was about to reach climax offered encouragement. 

"You gonna cum for me baby," he gasped? "Terry? My Terry...cum for me. Cum all over my dick."

Terry did. Her pussy suddenly squeezed down on Jackie's cock and clenched and unclenched spastically. Her entire body shook. She was so out of control she couldn't meet his thrusts anymore. So she lay there groaning while he pounded her orgasming pussy.

Watching Terry climax for the first time was too much. She was so hot and wet and tight. She seemed to fit him perfectly. When she started to cum and her womanly core grabbed at him like a wet fist he lost it. He thrust into her furiously groaning and gasping the whole while. Soon he felt himself hovering on the brink. He called out to her. "Terry! Oh...ah, ah, ah...Terry." His cocked swelled, twitched and then exploded deep inside her. He sucked in his breath between his teeth and released it with a gasp over and over as his orgasm shook him. He continued to pump seed into her until it was running out and down her thighs, mingling with her own juices.

When he was spent he collapsed on top of her. If he tried to stand he was sure his legs would give out. When he could breathe again he stood, grabbed a desk chair and plopped down into it. He grabbed Terry about the waist and pulled her onto his lap. He cuddled her there and she curled up against him. They both thought about what had happened and how it happened. For sometime now they wanted each other. Neither would have guessed that the first time would be like this: inspired by anger and filled with BDSM overtones. It did end well though. During the latter half both had forgotten their hurt feelings and focused solely on the pleasure.

Terry spoke up first.

"Jackson?"

"Hmm?"

"What happens now?"

He had been stroking her back. Her head rested on his shoulder. She sat up and looked at him. What could he tell her? Sorry I practically raped you in our office? It's back to business as usual? Marry me?

Searching for the right words, he spoke carefully. "Well, I guess it depends on what you want to happen." When she just stared at him he continued. "I really like you Terry. I want to keep seeing you...only you. I guess that is what we had been moving toward before the changes around here."

Terry smiled a little and nodded.

"But...," Jackson paused, at a loss for words.

Terry chimed in, "But it wasn't supposed to happen like this?"

Jackson had the grace to look sheepish. She didn't seem angry so he kissed her. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean for this to happen. Not like this anyway. I just got so damn angry. I'm really sorry. He wrapped his arms around her. "I didn't hurt you too badly did I?"

"Well," Terry answered glibly, "aside from my butt I'm fine." She shifted in his lap to rub her hiney. Now that the sex was over the soreness was returning.

Jackson squeezed her close. "I'm sorry about that. I promise you nothing like this will ever happen again." He kissed her cheek.

"Well," Terry said looking up at him from under her lashes. "You don't have to go that far. I actually liked some of it."

Jackson grinned. Apparently he already knew that.

"And," she continued "I think you kinda like being in control. How bout next time we do it because it's fun and not because we're angry?"

'That's a deal," Jackson grinned. He was already anticipating the next time. He wondered what Terry would look like tied to his bed, spread eagle, helpless and at his mercy.

Terry eyed him suspiciously. "I don't think I like that look in your eye." 

Jackson stood scooping her up as he went. He nuzzled her neck. "Don't you?"

She giggled and he laughed. They would be okay. He put her down on the floor and they searched for their clothes and got dressed. Then they sat down to go over the preliminary designs. Terry definitely did not want to take any work home. Her new boss didn't want to give her any. They would need the weekend free.



Who's the Boss?



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After my first wife and I divorced, I had a need to find another place to live. I stayed with a friend for awhile, but didn't feel comfortable imposing on he and his wife. I contacted a local Real Estate Broker and he assigned his best agent to help me find something suitable. The agent's name was Liz, and she was a wet dream come true, forceful, dynamic, beautiful and sexy, and a recent divorcee herself. We hit it off immediately, and within six months, we were married. That was 8 years ago.

After we had married, Liz placed her Real Estate License in escrow, to devote herself to the children that we still had at home. She, in combination with her forceful, and my 'laid back' personality, took immediate control of our household, which included our sex life. I didn't mind, as I was busy attempting to build my commercial construction business. I worked long hours and had very little time for everyday family problems and decisions. That isn't to say I didn't care, I merely appreciated Liz's willingness and ability to take control of our home life. She took a great deal of the pressure off of me. I didn't particularly like the fact that her control extended into the bedroom, but I accepted it as part of the package. The situation in the bedroom made me feel somewhat less masculine, but the fact was, compared to what I had become accustomed to in my first marriage, sex with Liz was very good, even with she being in control.

Liz found out early in our relationship that she could maintain control as long as she avoided getting me angry, and she quickly became very good at keeping me happy, or content, at least. As soon as my anger surfaced, which it rarely did, she backed off and smoothed things over. She avoided conflict by conceding to me on those rare occasions.

After a few years, the last of the children had moved out on his own, and Liz took her Real Estate License out of escrow, mostly to give her something to do. We really didn't need the money as my business had begun to flourish. She soon found out that her new broker, a small, skinny, older man named Carl, was extremely overbearing and difficult to take. She described him as an obnoxious, overbearing weasel. He had a forceful personality of his own and the two of them clashed frequently. Liz constantly complained about Carl and how she was ready to move her license to another Broker. I had had limited contact with Carl, but had to agree with Liz, he was an obnoxious weasel.

In spite of Carl, it didn't take long before she had resumed her position as the top agent in her office. This achievement came at the price of putting in longer hours at her profession than she had originally planned.

As my business grew, I was able to hire competent people and began to spend more time at home. Unfortunately, Liz spent more time away from home. I had hoped that we would be able to spend more time together, but it wasn't to be at that point in our marriage.

Our relationship remained unchanged, and even with our conflicting schedules, Liz maintained control of the home and our sex lives. Old habits were hard to break.

When Liz worked late, she left me on my own for dinner. One evening, she was working late, and I, being in a particularly good mood, decided to get a take-out pizza and surprise her with it at the real estate office. As I pulled into the office parking lot with the pizza, I noticed only two cars, and one was Liz's.

With pizza in hand, I entered the front door, and immediately heard loud, angry male and female voices cascading down the stairwell from the second floor. I made my way upstairs and noticed light emanating from an open door at the end of the hall. From my vantage point, I could tell that the female voice was Liz's, she and the man were arguing vociferously. I hesitated, pondering whether it would be prudent to interrupt, but then proceeded down the hall anyway. As I neared the door, I could make out that they were in a heated discussion over some real estate issue, something about whom deserved what percentage commission on a sale.

As I approached the open door, I had decided that it would be best if I waited for the conclusion of the argument before entering the room. I got to the door, looked in, and saw the two of them practically nose to nose. I remained out of sight as I watched and waited for the right moment to interrupt.

I could see that Liz was getting very frustrated with the discussion, and she surprisingly turned it into a personal affront. "You little-dicked weasel, if you were a decent human being, you'd admit that I'm right and deserve a larger percentage of that commission."

He was stunned by her 'little-dick' comment and came back at her. "You bitch, you should be so lucky as to feel my dick in your sloppy cunt."

He then surprised her (and me) by unzipping his pants and pulling his cock out. I could see it clearly, it was fully erect and about average for a man his size, somewhere around 5 inches, I guessed. Liz was stunned, stepped back a few paces and stared at his erect cock.

Carl saw her reaction and immediately tried to take control of her and the situation. "OK, bitch, get on your knees and suck my cock. Show me what a good little whore you are."

"W-what! I'll never..."

"I said get on your knees, NOW!" He demanded again, as he stepped closer to her and forcefully pushed down on her shoulders.

I couldn't believe what I witnessed next, her resistance melted, and she dropped to her knees in front of him. Carl's expression immediately changed to a self satisfied, knowing smirk. Liz had never sucked my cock, told me was disgusting, yet there she was, about to suck Carl's, a man she detested.

'She's submitting to him, and so easily! I don't believe that this is my dominant wife that I'm watching. Not only that, but she's about to do something to Carl that she had refused to do for me,' I thought to myself, as my emotions cycled through anger, jealousy, hurt and self pity.

"I knew it all along, you're nothing but a slut. Take it in your mouth, cunt! SUCK IT!"

She slowly reached over with her hand and wrapped it around his dick, started stroking, and pulled it to her lips. She only hesitated a moment, seemingly admiring the swollen purple head, before she took it into her mouth. Carl moaned as his eyes rolled back in their sockets, obviously enjoying the sensation of Liz's wet hungry mouth on his cock.

She began sucking it in earnest, Carl looked down at her bobbing head and said, "Suck it you fucking, cheating whore. Isn't that what you are? A cheating whore and a slut?"

She grunted something unintelligible and nodded her head as best she could with his cock in her mouth.

I was flabbergasted! Here, right before my eyes, was my always-in-control wife being sexually dominated by a man she disliked, and obviously loving it! There was no doubt, in my mind, that she would have done anything he wanted at that point. Her eyes were glazed with lust and she was sucking on him like his was the last cock left on this earth.

Carl continued his verbal abuse. "Suck it slut. Suck it good! What would your husband think of his cheating whore if he saw you now? Answer me slut! What would your husband think?" His verbal onslaught turned her on even more as she quickened her pace.

If Carl only knew what I was thinking! I was thinking of how much my sex life was going to improve now that I had become aware of her submissive tendencies. I was upset with myself because I hadn't been able to find this submissive side of Liz on my own, and yet somewhat euphoric because, now that I knew about it, I intended to take full advantage. I was also thinking of how I was going to bust Carl up a bit, being almost a foot taller and 75 LBS heavier than he is.

Before she could remove his cock from her mouth and answer, I stepped into the room. "I think a lot less of you than her," I stated calmly, but with an unmistakable forcefulness.

Carl pulled his cock out of Liz's mouth, jumped back and tried to get it back into his pants, while Liz let out a blood-curdling shriek.

She calmed down quickly, snapped out of her daze, rose to her feet and attempted to resume her dominant role with me, "Jeff! What are you doing here? You have a lot of nerve busting in on me like this. I..."

The time was ripe for me to take control, my anger surfaced, as I interrupted her, "SHUT UP, YOU CHEATING WHORE! I'll take care of you as soon as I'm finished with this disgusting weasel."

She stopped in mid sentence, looked at me with an astonished expression that I hadn't seen before, and lowered her head in submission. She realized from my tone, that I was both angry and serious, and wisely chose not to argue.

I turned to Carl, and commanded, "OK, needle dick. Take off all your clothes."

"B-but..."

"But, my ass. Off with the clothes, NOW!"

He looked at me with fear in his eyes and decided that I meant business as he slowly removed his suit.

"Don't stop there, take everything off."

He eventually removed everything, and stood naked in front of us. His dick was as limp as a wet noodle.

"OK, now hand me your clothes and get out."

"B-but, I can't go anywhere like this."

"You not only can, but if you don't want to be hauled out of here in an ambulance, you will. Consider yourself lucky that I don't bust you in two for sexually abusing my wife."

I chuckled to myself as I thought about how he was going to explain his lack of clothes to his wife. 'I wish I could be there to see it,' I thought.

He crept out of the room and down the stairs. I looked out the window and saw him stealthily moving toward his car. When he got to the car, he stopped, looked around, and realized that he didn't have his keys. He ran back into the building and up the stairs.

He re-entered the room and meekly stated, "I-I need my keys."

"Where are they?"

"I-in my pants pocket."

"Your pants are here in my hands. If you think you're man enough, come and get them."

He looked at me with a pleading, puppy dog look, decided that any attempt to forcibly take the keys from me was futile, turned around and departed once again.

I didn't know where he lived, but I'm sure that he had an interesting and embarrassing trip home.

I turned my attention to Liz. She apparently was enjoying Carl's plight, as she had a self-satisfied smirk on her face.

"Well, you took care of that son-of-a-bitch. Let's get out of here," Liz said, totally recomposed, as she again attempted to take control of the situation and gloss over her involvement with Carl.

"Not yet, bitch. You're so hot to suck cock, get over her and suck mine," I commanded, as I took my cock out of my pants.

It was the second time that evening that I had given her an order, and she wasn't accustomed to it. With her mouth agape, she looked directly into my eyes and tried to determine her next move. This time she saw, not anger, but a sternly serious glare, without saying another word, she got down on her knees in front of me and began sucking away on my hard cock.

"That's it my fine cheating slut, suck it good. If you're lucky, I'll even let you swallow my cum." She sucked with even more vigor. It only took a few minutes of her vigorous sucking before I just couldn't hold back anymore, and shot my man juices into her mouth, spurt after spurt after spurt. When I finished, she looked up at me, licked her chops and smiled.

"OK woman, get your clothes off, pronto!"

She got to her feet, removed her clothes and turned back to face me. "Now, get me hard again."

She knelt back down in front of me and began sucking again. It didn't take long, as I had another heretofore forbidden sex act in mind.

OK, now get up and bend over that desk."

She obeyed, exposing me to the luscious sight of her finely shaped ass and rear view of her succulent pussy. 'Fantastic,' I thought, as I took in the sight.

I moved over behind her and stuck my middle finger into her pussy. It was sopping wet, wetter than I had ever remembered it being. I lubed up two of my fingers with her juices and proceeded to insert them, one at a time, into her cute little puckered ass hole. She moaned continuously as I massaged both her pussy and her ass. It took 5 or 10 minutes to finally get her to relax enough for the main event.

"Have you ever been fucked in the ass, cunt?"

"N-no, never."

"You realize that you're about to lose your ass hole cherry?"

"Y-yes."

She understood what was about to happen, but offered no resistance. With two fingers still in her ass, I lubed up my cock in her pussy. I rammed it in several times, and she moaned each time. Finally, I was ready, as I positioned my cock head at the entrance to her ass and began to insert it. I proceeded slowly, but she still screamed in pain several times, as I forced it in.

Once fully inserted, I asked her, "What do you want now, slut?"

"I want you to do it," she replied.

"What do you want me to do?"

"Fuck me," she said in a barely audible tone.

"Tell me what you want, only louder this time."

"I want you to fuck me in my virgin ass hole, please. PLEASE FUCK ME, NOW!"

I slowly pulled my cock back, almost all the way out, then thrust it in again. She screamed, then moaned. I pulled it back and held it there, with just the head buried in her hole.

"DON"T STOP! PLEASE FUCK ME! I NEED YOU TO FUCK ME, NOW!"

Fuck her I did, ramming it in and out of her bung hole with animalistic zeal. She moaned loudly, and finally convulsed in a loud and shimmering orgasm. I, too, shot my load deep into her bowel as she was climaxing. Our orgasms were more intense than we had ever experienced together.

Eventually, my limp cock slithered out of her hole, and I tucked it back into my pants. She remained sprawled over the desk as I strolled over to pick up her clothes.

"Give me ten minutes, then come right home. I left her purse behind as I carried hers and Carl's clothes out of the building.

I arrived home and waited for her to show up. Sure enough, ten minutes later she pulled into the garage.

She stepped into the house, still nude, looked at me, and meekly said, "I'm sorry for what I did tonight. I hope that you can forgive me. I don't know what came over me, just thinking about Carl's cock in my mouth makes me want to puke."

"You're forgiven, but things will be different around here from now on."

She smiled affectionately, moved closer, embraced me tightly and responded, "Yes, I know."

I kissed her on the forehead, and ordered, "Up to the bedroom with you."

She scurried up the stairs with me right behind her. Her bare, jiggling ass provided me with another exquisite view, as she bounded up the steps.

"On the bed, on all fours."

She positioned herself on the bed, as I removed my clothes and knelt behind her. I had gotten hard again in anticipation of another rare event, fucking her pussy doggy style. I proceeded to do just that with the same zeal as I had fucked her ass hole earlier, and we both experienced intense climaxes, once again.

We collapsed on the bed, and lay next to one another. Liz leaned her head over and gave me a peck on the cheek, and whispered in my ear, "I love your."

"I love you too."

With a satisfied smile on her face, she added, "I like the new you, lover boy. Where have you been all these years?"

I smiled in return, and replied, "In the closet, baby, but I'm out to stay now."

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Any and all comments are appreciated.



Who's The Boss?



I'm your secretary, and I'm the reason you get out of bed every morning. Sure, your job is well-paid, and not too taxing, but could you handle sitting in that office everyday from 9 to 5 if it wasn't for my hot little body wandering around?

You certainly don't need me for the work - Our office is pretty small, and I'm not very good at typing. Sometimes I make so many mistakes you seriously consider letting me go. But then you look up, and see me sitting at my desk, immaculate hair and make-up, a tight white shirt stretched to its limits by my delicious tits. I stand and walk to the photocopier machine, your eyes transfixed on my long slender legs. Are they tights or stockings you wonder? I lean forward, reaching for something behind the machine. Your eyes move up my legs, over my tight little ass-hugging black skirt. You sit in your office imagining the feel of that ass in your hand, so smooth, so pert.

I turn and smile at you, you sit up, lulled from your daydream and smile back, embarrased. You curse silently as you remember I'm married. that's how I got the job, an acquience of yours said his wife needed work, you said yes without thinking. You sit and imagine what it must be like to have a woman like me come home everyday, watch me undress, get into bed. Damn! You have to get some work done!

Recently though, I've been kind of different haven't I? Not as friendly and bubbly as usual, alot quieter, almost sullen at times. You watch me in your office now at the end of the day, tidying up. There just isn't that spark that's usually there. I still look great, you're still desperate to fuck me, smell my hair up close, reach round and grab these heavenly tits from behind. What am I anyway, you wonder, 24-32-26? You've never been exactly sure what those numbers mean anyway, have you? But my tits are definately more than a handful.

You call my name as I'm about to leave.

"Oh, God, what is it this time." I snap.

Startled, you stare back at me, I've never got angry before, did I catch you looking?

Quickly the anger in my face melts away, my whole face drops into the saddest expression you've ever seen.

"Oh, I'm so sorry Mr.______, I really am." I sob. I drop down onto the sofa, head in my hands.

Interesting....

You come around your desk, stand over me, not sure what to do.

"What is it Emma?" You ask awkwardly, "What's wrong?"

I look up at you, and you concentrate on holding eye contact with me, as usual, a couple of my shirt buttons seem to have come undone.

"You don't want to hear my problems, it won't happen again, I...."

"Emmma" You interrrupt authoratively. I look up, a little surprised. "Tell me." you say gently.

So I sit and tell you about how things have been a little difficult of late. Greg, my husband, has lost his job, money is tight, and there's something else. You listen attentively to all this, hoping that I'll start crying again, so you'll have an excuse to put your arms around me.

"Something else?" You ask.

I talk around the subject for a while, feeling uncomfortable, but I have to tell someone. I make you promise not to breathe a word of this to anyone.

You stand directly above me, looking down at me, so small and delicate on the sofa. How old am I anyway? 22? 23? You never did find out.

"You can trust me Emma" you say, trying to visualise what my pussy might look like, imagining the sweet scent.

"Well..." I begin slowly, "What with all the stress and everything recently, Greg has been having, a few problems, he can't...well, he tries but he's finding it difficult to...you know..." 

You look at me for a moment, I stare back. "Get hard." I whisper.

I talk a little faster, relieved to have revealed this secret to someone. It's been months since anything happened in the bedroom. It's affected Gregs whole personality, he doesn't even want to touch me anymore, it just reminds him of his inadequacy. You listen closely to everything, a deeply concerned look on your face. It's masking delight! What an idiot! To have this hot piece of pussy in your bed, dying to be fucked, and he can't even get hard? You check out my body discreetly as I talk, this divine beauty who's been so morose because she needs a good fucking.

"He won't look for work, he just sits at home, and I feel so useless. I feel like it's my fault." 

I break down, sobbing, head in my hands again. You're not going to miss this opportunity, are you? You sit down next to me, put your arm around my shoulder, start to rub my back gently. You can feel the strap of my bra under the thin material of the shirt. You put your head against mine, whispering inanities about how things will be fine, your cock growing harder as you speak.

"It'll be ok," You whisper, kissing my hair delicately as you do. "Things'll be ok." Kiss. "It's not your fault." Kiss. "You've done nothing wrong." You're rubbing my shoulders, the back of my neck, your mouth is almost upon my ear.

"You're beautiful." You say, as your tongue darts out, licking the inside of my ear for the briefest of moments. It sends a shiver through my entire body. Your hand grips my shoulder as your head moves down over my neck, sucking on my lily white skin. My body is tense for a moment, half a moment, before i exhale, a low moan of pleasure. my body relaxes into yours. I feel your arm come around my waist, grab my side, move stealthily up over my breast. Mmmm, to feel a mans' hand there again, squeezing me, holding me.

This is so easy, you think, I'm gonna fuck this tight little bitch right here on the sofa. You squeeze my tit, your cock throbbing, as your tongue trails down my neck. Your other hand runs down my back, you're trying to push it under my skirt, but the skirt is too tight. No matter, I raise my ass up a little, your hand runs underneath, fondling my asscheeks through the skirt.

I turn to face you, pulling your head up, kissing you deeply on the lips, my hands on the back of your head. You push me down on the sofa, onto my back. I stare up at you, nervous, confused.

"I can't Mr.______, it wouldn't be right." I whisper.

"Emma, Emma," You whisper. You're trying to hide your panic, it would be a disaster to get so close and miss out. "Greg won't know, you'll just be getting rid of the tension." 

You run your fingers over my thong, feeling my pussy underneath. 

"You're such a beautiful woman, Emma," You say. "Let me help you." 

I close my eyes as you finger me, you grin smugly. You finger me until I'm lost in pleasure, thinking only bad thoughts. Confident now, you rip open my shirt, buttons go flying, and you hungrily suck on my flat stomach, moving up over the crevice between my breasts. I'm under your control now, aren't I? I hold the back of your head there, my neck arched, feeling your tongue twirl over my skin, delving between my tits.

I open my legs wider, I can feel your cock prodding my thigh through your trousers, God, you must be big, i think, and so hard. I want it so bad, you tear down one of the cups of my bra, the sight of my engorged nipple drives you wild. This hot slut you've dreamed about so many times is lying here, panting, ready to be fucked! You suck on the nipple as your hand glides up my thigh.

They're stockings! They're stockings! You want to scream out in joy as you feel the edge of the stockings, and the cool, soft skin of the top of my thighs. You gently glide your fingers over my pussy.

"Oh, Mr._______, fuck me please" I whimper...I watch you tear off your jacket, and loosen your tie. You looking down at me, me looking up at you. The sound of my cell phone ringing on the floor distracts us both.

"It's Greg," I say absent-mindedly. "He must be wondering where I am."

"Answer it Emma", You growl, "While I take your panties off."

A naughty smile runs across my lips, it's been so long since a man talked to me like that, and my pussy needs that kind of action. You run your hand under my stomach, rolling me over like a ragdoll. I lie on my stomach, you straddling me, and answer the call.

"Hi Greg," You unclip my bra.

"Yeah, I know...I have to work late tonight."

You pull the zip down on the skirt, gently tugging it down over my ass. My delicious, tight little ass comes into view, the thong matching the bra. I wiggle my butt for you as you pull it down. 

"Mr._____ says i may have to stay here for most of the night." 

I look over my shoulder at you, grinning. You slap my ass gently. Your cock somewhere between ecstacsy and agony, desperate to penetrate me. There's a pause on the phone. 

"Sure, you can speak to him if you like, but I think he'll say no."

I pass you the phone, you sit up on the sofa to take it, still facing me.

"Oh, hey Greg, how's it going?"

I sit up straight opposite you, my gorgeous tits in full view. I massage them with my hands. I stand up in front of you, toss my hair back, slowly, uncliping my suspender belt.

"Yeah, we're really snowed under here..." 

I lean forward, slowly opening the buttons on your shirt, pulling it down over your shoulders, running my hands over your chest.

"I wish i could help you buddy, but I need your wife here right now." 

I get down on all-fours in front of you, on the flor, eye level with your waist. Slowly opening your flies, pulling down your trousers. You stroke my long straight hair, gently rubbing my cheek, as my husband pleads with you.

"She's gonna be a few hours yet, I should think."

You look down, I'm smiling up at you. I pull down your boxer shorts, your cock bouncing out, inches from my face. You struggle to suppress a sigh of delight as I edge towards your cock, still looking into your eyes. My tongue darts out, the warmth of my tongue like electricity on the side of your shaft.

"Listen, you're wife's a great secretary, I need her here tonight." 

You look down at me. 

"I'll make sure she has fun tonight, and give her a little extra for the trouble." 

Dumb fucker, you think to yourself, as my tongue trails down your shaft, over your big balls, lapping at them like a kitten.

"I gotta go Greg, see you around." You slam the phone shut, fling it across the room, and pull my head down over your cock. 

I bet she sucks like a demon, you think.

God, I love the feel of your cock in my mouth, it's so hot, and thick. I feel like a rodeo rider, having to hold it at the base to stop it bucking around. You watch me take long slow sucks, taking you almost completely in and releashing, repeating it over and over.

"Good girl." you tell me, "God, your mouth feels so hot."

I release you. Leaning back, spreading my legs wide.

"My pussy feels even hotter," I breathe, my hair and make up messed up a little now, a dirty, horny look on my face.

I let you pull my thong down aggressively. You're like an animal now. You rub the thong over my soaking wet pussy, as i squeeze my tits together for you. Squeezing my nipples.

"You want a nice hard cock in you Emma?"

"Yes, so bad." 

I'm staring at your rockhard member, precum glistening on the head.

"Fuck me Mr______, please."

You hold my legs up in the air by the calves, keeping them a good distance apart, as you drive your meat slowly into me. I'm gritting my teeth, stifling a scream as it powers into me like a powertool through plywood. You rock back and forth, teasing me, not giving me everything just yet. I start whimpering, almost sobbing, I need that meat so much.

You drop my legs, drop down on top of me, licking my cheeks, drooling over my neck, my soft tits pushing against your chest.

"Mmmmmmm, you're gonna be my little whore from now on aren't you?" You ask.

"God, yeah. Mmmm, I'm your whore...."

You drive into me harder, rocking the sofa.

"Yessssss, cum in me."

"You're gonna let me fuck you whenever I want, ain't you?" You moan.

"Mmmmmmm, God yes, you BIG-DICKED bastard, yes, come in me, fill me up please."

I'm gonna enjoy this little hotty, you think. You squeeze my tit as your juices shoot deep inside me, so much cum, drowning my insides. An animalistic wail of pure joy escapes your lips, as you cum and collapse on top of me.

My body full of lust, my pussy full of juice.

I knew getting him would be easy.....



Who's The Boss?



"How STUPID can you be?" she screeched across the desk at him. "How FUCKING stupid can you be?" He just stood there not knowing what to say. She had verbally abused him before, but this time it was in front of Robert, a co-worker. That really pissed him off.

"A simple spreadsheet. Jesus Christ, Jason; a simple fucking spreadsheet and you blew it! Get out of my office. NOW!"

Jason turned on his heels and walked out, being careful not to slam the door behind him. That would have just resulted in more berating and he couldn't take much more today. He went and sat down in his little cubicle, rested his head on his hands and closed his eyes. 

When he'd started here five years ago he thought he'd found his dream job. He was 23 then, just out of university with an accounting diploma clutched in his fist. Mr. Dickson had hired him and under his watchful eye Jason had advanced quickly in the company and he was generally referred to as "The Golden Boy". 

Then came Mr. Dickson's unexpected retirement and with that the placing of Jennifer Harding into the vacant position. She was 40 then and an attractive bundle of energy. She stood 5 foot 3 inches tall in the business pumps she wore daily. She had shapely legs displayed beneath the just-above-the-knee length skirts she favored. Her thick auburn hair was cut short; probably easier to take care of Jason had thought, and framed well-defined cheekbones and brilliant blue eyes. She wore loose-fitting blouses, always, and Jason couldn't help but wonder what was hidden under them.

But any hope of finding out was dashed shortly after she started. Jason reported to her, as he had to Mr. Dickson, but with her nothing he submitted was good enough the first time. His golden boy status quickly tarnished and he was beginning to wonder if he had any future with the company at all. 

But that was before tonight.

When he opened his eyes he realized he must have dozed off. All the overhead fluorescent lights were off and only the emergency lights strategically placed illuminated the office. He thought he heard voices coming from one of the private offices and debated if he should make his presence known to avoid overhearing something he shouldn't. He identified the female voice as Jennifer Harding but couldn't quite recognize the male's. He couldn't make out the words but she certainly seemed to be enjoying herself. The sound of her laughter slipped through the open door of her office and echoed throughout.

Jason quietly made his way towards Jennifer's office and couldn't believe what he saw as he approached. Parked outside the office door was the cleaning cart and inside the office was Manny, the twenty year old janitor, openly displaying his erect cock to a scantily clad Ms. Harding. She was lounging in her leather chair, her black fishnet stocking clad legs stretched out across her desk, her ankles daintily crossed. She tapped her "hooker heels" on the desktop as a naked Manny leaned against it, facing her, stroking his growing cock. 

Jason knew there was an opportunity here, he just wasn't sure how to harvest it. Should he walk in and surprise them and watch her flush in embarrassment. He wondered where the stockings and stilettos came from. They were definitely not what she had been wearing in the office all day. Apparently her meet with Manny had been planned. He wondered if she'd been wearing the black lace thong with the matching bra all day. The things you see when you don't have a camera he thought and then he remembered the video camera kept in the conference room for taping presentations. He smiled to himself as he quietly made his way there and located the camera in one of the side cupboards. But now the question was how was he going to get them on film. As he reached her office it was like his prayers had been answered. 

Jennifer was bent over the side of her desk. Her bare breasts pressed onto the wood surface her face turned to the door with her eyes tightly closed. Manny, standing behind her with his 9-inch cock buried up to his balls in her pussy, had his eyes closed as well. If he stood to the side of the doorway, he would be out of their line of vision yet being able to see them through the viewfinder. Jason turned the cam on, focused and smiled to himself as the tape caught not only every sight but every sound, too. 

Jennifer begged Manny to fuck her hard, to pound her pussy. She moaned, whimpered, screamed. Manny groaned and grunted loudly. Suddenly he pulled his cock out and shot cum all over her ass. She cried out "Yes you bastard yesssssssss feels soooooooooo good mmmmmmmmmm." 

Jason stepped back into the shadows as Jennifer raised herself off the desk. He had to control the loud moan that almost escaped his lips when he finally got a view of her tits. They were magnificent he thought to himself, a perfect 38C he was sure; firm and almost perky with large protruding nipples. Manny's thick cum was dripping over her plump, round ass cheeks then down the back of her shapely legs. She turned around and faced Manny, pressing her body tight against him. "You're a bad boy, aren't you baby?" she whispered. Manny's reply was lost as their mouths crashed together. They held the kiss for what seemed like forever to Jason. When they were finally able to pull away from each other she dropped down on to her knees in front of him and took his limp cock into her hands. 

She looked up into his deep brown eyes. "Lets get his bad boy hard again so Manny can fuck his mamma's ass." And with that she began to lick his cock to attention. 

Jason filmed a little longer, more so because the erection that had grown in his pants prevented him from moving. He wanted to burst into the office and take Manny's place in front of the little whore, formerly known as Ms. Jennifer Harding. He was mesmerized by the expertise at which she sucked cock. Teasing the head with the tip of her tongue, pressing it into the slit. She licked up and down his shaft. When she began to lick Manny's balls, Jason almost dropped the camera. With a loud slurping noise she sucked one of the huge testicles into her mouth then the other. After they had been sufficiently bathed in her saliva, she sucked just the head of his cock into her hungry mouth. But it appeared Manny wanted more and he began to buck his hips towards her, his cock going deeper and deeper into her mouth. She tried to pull back, probably yearning the ass-fucking she had requested earlier, but he wasn't having any of it as his grip on her head held her in place and he shot his cum into her mouth and down her throat. She sucked and swallowed like the good little whore she was, not one drop escaping those full, ruby lips. 

Manny reached out his hand to her and helped her to her feet. As they embraced and kissed once again, Jason thought this might be a good time to head out. As he entered the boardroom he popped the tape out before he placed the camera back into the cupboard. He thought about the fun he was going to have watching it later that night and even more fun revealing its existence to Jennifer (do you mind if I call you "slut") Harding. 

Jason just knew tomorrow was going to be a better day. 



Who's The Boss?



"Mornin' Ruth," I said to the receptionist, pausing briefly to take the small stack of those pink phone message slips she was holding up for me. A quick glance showed that there weren't any that needed a call-back anytime soon; more fodder for File 13.

"Good morning Mr. Lentz!" she replied in that irritating oh-so-cheerful and perky voice.

Christ, how can someone be so cheerful this early in the morning, I thought. Considering she's past retirement age, with grandchildren... well, I guess even old ladies get laid once in awhile. And how many times do I have to tell people 'my name is Todd! Mr. Lentz is my father!'

"She's expecting you," Ruth said, "and she's in one of her moods."

"Great," I sighed. Boss Lady on the rag again... so what else is new? is what I wanted to say, but knowing that this particular little old lady has quite a big mouth, I figured it was best to just keep that thought to myself. "Yeah, okay Ruth... thanks." Well, Boss Lady can just wait a fuckin' minute 'til I get my coffee! is what I really wanted to say...

"Oh, this is going to be a bee-u-ti-ful day!" I groaned aloud when I noticed that someone else had beat me to the last cup and didn't bother making a fresh pot.

"TODD! YOUR ASS, MY OFFICE. NOW!!"

"Huh?" I nearly dropped the empty carafe when I heard her familiar bark. "Oh, yeah, okay Pam... I'm, I was just..."

"FORGET THE FUCKING COFFEE! WHAT PART OF THE WORD 'NOW' DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND?!?" the Regional Manager roared again as she stormed out of the little kitchen.

Shit! Now what did I do? My mind scrambled to try and figure it out. All my stores turned in good numbers this week; all above target, good cash, inventories all good. (Ever get those paranoid thoughts running around in your head when you're about to get your ass chewed and you don't know why?)

I followed her down the hall to her office. Hmmm... wonder why I've never noticed 'til now how nice her ass looks when she's wearing a dress. GET AWAY FROM THESE THOUGHTS, NOW! Okay... I'm okay now. Just a little nervous, that's all. What the fuck did I do? A dress? She's wearing a dress? She never wears a dress... mostly a suit, with pants... but a dress? Pam held the door for me, then closed it gently once I was inside. What? No slamming? What the hell is going on here?

"Please, have a seat. Care for some coffee? Just brewed it," my boss smiled as she sat on the edge of her desk, taking her time to cross her legs.

"Todd," she started.

Did she just now wink at me? Nah... must've gotten something in her eye.

"Or, should I call you..." she paused.

There is definitely something not right about this picture!

"ZZ Todd."

OH SHIT!

"What?" she cooed when she bounced her butt off the desk and sashayed toward me. "Nothing to say? What's that one pet name that one girl calls you... 'Stud Muffin'?"

"Uh, I can explain, Pam," I started, wiping a sudden stream of sweat from my brow. "It's just something I like to do... I like to write and, well, it's just harmless flirting. I mean, I um, well, you know..."

"Oh pul-leeze!" she laughed as she bent over in front of me and put her hands on the back of the chair I was squirming in.

Hmmm... wonder why I didn't notice before how low-cut that dress is.

Standing up, her legs apart and hands on her hips, she looked at me again with that weird look of hers. "You do know that this is grounds for immediate discharge, don't you?"

"Pam! You can't do that! What I do in my private life is my business... that's... that's... you just can't..."

Before I could finish speaking though, she was straddling my lap, her arms around my neck and her tongue doing one hellava tango inside my mouth. She pushed her bosom into my chest, her tits rubbing me like a sponge. She grabbed my hands and put them on her thighs, forcing me to put my hands under her dress... forcing my fingers to a place that I never, EVER, thought they'd be... My God! She's not wearing panties!

"You do know that this is grounds for a sexual harassment case, don't you?" I whispered.

"Shut up!" she whispered back, as she unbuckled my belt and yanked the zipper down.

And in a second flash, she was on her knees with my leaking throbber in her hands. An index finger found its way to the slit and gently moved around the rim of my knob, grazing the opening ever so lightly with each pass. The thumb and remaining fingers of that hand encircled my pulsating pole, squeezing it with each up and down pull while her other hand's fingers stroked my sac and bounced my balls. I tried to take her hands away, wanting to carry her to the sofa on the other side of her office where I could do what a gentleman does best... to lay her down softly and...

"PAM!!"

Too late. In a third flash, my pants were down to my ankles and the tip of her tongue was dancing its way from my balls to my boner. Feather-like kisses... slowly licking all the way up to sip the pre-cum drops. Then, just as slowly, she licked all the way down the other side of my shaft... all the way down to my tightened sac. Then another slow lick back to the tip where her lips just lingered, kissing me there... quick pecks, like I'd wanted to do to her cheeks since the first time I saw her.

"Aw, Gaaawd!" I moaned when her lips opened and I felt myself inside her hungry mouth. Slowly, ever so slowly, she swallowed me... all the way down... as far as she could... then slowly, ever so slowly, she let me slide out, but only to the rim. And again, and again... and again... until... finally, I groaned louder when I felt my release. My heart raced inside my chest; I couldn't gasp air fast enough.

An hour later, we awoke on the sofa. We kissed then, and cuddled some more, and then that sad moment came when we knew we had better get some work done! As she smoothed out the wrinkles in her dress and walked back to her desk, as I was walking to the door, she ever so calmly said:

"By the way... if this is going to end up as another chapter in ZZ_Todd's blog, could you at least not use my real name?"

"Not a problem, uh, 'Pam' ... provided of course that we write the next chapter soon!"



Who's the Boss?



I had just gotten back to my cubicle after taking a much shorter than normal lunch. But that was typical for most Fridays, especially lately. I still had a lot of work remaining to do for the weekly reports that "Beth" expected to have turned in before end of day. I had barely sat down when I heard her voice as she reprimanded one of my best friends and co-workers in the cubicle next to me, though thankfully I wasn't able to see her as she did so. Bad enough I could hear it.

Rob hadn't even gone to lunch with me because he was so far behind. Something that I knew wasn't honestly his fault either. Just like me, Rob couldn't complete his portion of those reports until all the documentation had been compiled from several other departments. The last of which had been delayed from the department head, an asshole that very few liked, save for Beth herself, a guy named Mason.  Everyone called him "Jar" behind his back, which he was just dumb enough not to figure out why. The fact that Beth seemed to tolerate his lateness in gathering the information the rest of us needed was a mystery. Even more so when she then got after everyone else for not compiling it, and getting it back to her by Friday afternoon in what she considered a professional and timely manner.

I knew Rob was going to be pissed. Having to sit there while Beth went off on him for struggling to get his portion of the report completed when we both knew it was due to Mason's laziness wasn't very easy to take. And trying to blame him for the delay only seemed to make things worse when either he or I had tried doing that before, so we gave up trying.  I sat looking busy because I was busy as Beth passed by my cubicle a moment later, taking an extra moment to peer in looking at me, though I didn't bother looking up to even acknowledge her presence. I wondered briefly if she was going to say something, but managed to see her decide not to for whatever reason, turning and then walking off back to her own spacious private little office.

Not too surprisingly, Rob entered my cube only moments after she'd left.

"You hear what that cunt said to me?" he stated. I told Rob to tone it down, even though I agreed with him. There were too many spies around the office the way I saw it. Too many people trying to brown nose their way up the corporate ladder, and willing to do whatever was necessary to anyone else in order to achieve that.

"I don't give a shit!" He continued more angry and frustrated than I'd seen him in quite some time. "It's not my fucking fault that it's going to be late before I can get my portion of the report finished, and you know it. If I didn't know better, I'd swear Betty Boobs was banging the fucking prick!"

Once again, I cautioned Rob into lowering his voice, though grateful that most everyone else around us was still out to lunch. We'd given Beth the nickname of "Betty Boobs", evil or not, she was one hell of an attractive looking woman with a great pair of tits. She could even look beautiful and sincerely attractive when she smiled, laughed, or sometimes joked around with all of us. Provided she wasn't in one of her pissed off moods of course. Tits or no tits, when she was like that, no one wanted to have anything to do with her.

I only had about an hour's worth of work remaining to do and told Rob I'd give him a hand with his end of it once I was done. With luck, between the two of us, we wouldn't have to end up working too late on it, getting it finished so that Beth would have it in hand first thing Monday morning for the weekly review with the other department managers.

We were doing just that, when I looked up and noticed Beth leaving her office heading our way. She had her coat in hand along with her purse, and I glanced up at the clock over her head near the wall as she approached. It was just then four-forty five. Beth had obviously called it a day fifteen minutes early and was going home. As expected, she stopped by Rob's cubicle.

"I have plans this evening," she announced haughtily, "when you're finished with it...if you even get finished with it tonight," she added with even more obvious disdain, "Fax it to me at home...you have my number. Just slide the completed report under the door of my office before you leave. If I find anything wrong with what you fax over, you can fix it first thing Monday morning before the meeting."  She then smiled, tossing her coat back over her arm, turning and headed off towards the fourth floor elevators. "Have a nice weekend," she added without looking back at us, though even that sounded sarcastic when she said it.

"Bitch!" Rob said just under his breath not loud enough for Beth to have overheard him, though I quickly glanced up and about wondering if anyone else had.

Not once in the two years that Rob and I had been working here had either one of us had to revise the finalized report once we had finished it. Beth's comment about it being correct was nothing more than a reminder that she enjoyed throwing her weight around.

"Yeah, but you do have to admit, she's an attractive Bitch," I said trying to ease the sudden tension.

At least Rob did smile at that. "Yeah, she is...but I'd still have to probably gag her before fucking her," he told me. "I couldn't even expect her to give me a decent blowjob, she'd no doubt be yapping at me the entire time she was sucking my prick! Hell Dave, she's the kind of cunt that would give you a written list of instructions before allowing you to stick your dick in her. And even then, she'd still tell you what the hell you were doing wrong, even if you weren't."

That made me laugh, because he was right about that. And I could just see her doing it to. Handing you a big bulky print out, laying it on the bed while she lay next to you all nice and naked, and then going over what she expected from you step by step. 

It was then that we both noticed Mason Jar heading towards her office.  Rob laughed, "He's going to be disappointed to find she's left early," he stated. "I bet he was hoping to cop a feel or something before going home." I nearly responded to that, but then watched as Mason looked nervously around before pulling something out of his coat pocket and sliding it beneath the door of her office.

"What the fuck's he doing?" I wondered aloud for the both of us. We both ducked back down behind the wall not willing to risk being seen.

"You thinking what I'm thinking?" Rob asked. I grinned. Obviously I was.

"Is he gone?"

Rob peeked over the top of the cubicle wall once again. "Yeah, looks like he went out through the other door." Rob stated. "Come on...let's go see if we can see what he left."

Not at all surprisingly, the moment Beth had left, five minutes after that, so did most of everyone else who could do so. That meant that the office was pretty well empty except for Rob and myself, along with one or two others though they were well off and away from where we were. We nonchalantly walked over towards Beth's office, Rob holding onto a steel ruler, which he'd brought along with him, that and a fairly large sized paper clip.

"You keep an eye out," he told me unnecessarily, and then got down onto the floor attaching the paper clip to one end of the ruler. "Saw them do this in a movie once," he explained.

I nervously stood waiting while Rob fished beneath the door, he looked up towards me smiling, and then began to cautiously remove the steel ruler he was holding onto. Low and behold, the paperclip had indeed snagged whatever it was that Mason had slid underneath for her to read.

Unfortunately, it was a sealed envelope. "Not to worry," he added. "That's what exacto knives are for!"

Taking our mysterious envelope with us, we quickly headed back to Rob's cubicle. I watched as he gingerly peeled away the flap of the envelope with the expertise of a skilled surgeon. Luckily for us, Mason Jar must not have worried too much, or perhaps cared too much for the glue. He'd only licked the very tip of it when sealing it. Seconds later, we had it open.

"What's it say?" I asked as Rob first read it to himself, twice...before handing it to me. He was grinning when he did. "Pretty much what we've suspected all the time, though obviously Betty Boob's husband certainly doesn't know anything about it," he added.

I began reading Mason's note to Beth.

"Oh baby, I am so fucking horny for you..." The letter began. "I loved jerking off into the panties you left for me earlier today. It was so hot imagining you wearing them, and then taking them off, leaving them for me so that I could do so. And you might enjoy knowing this too, I was in the men's room, pleasuring myself with your soiled, dirty panties when someone came in just when I was cumming into them. I think it was that shit-head Michael, the one you said is constantly flirting with you, even though he used to be your boss, and is now only your mere equal. I so wanted to tell him right then and there that I was doing something he'd never be able to do, tempted...yes, but of course you know I would never jeopardize anything so foolish as that even though I wanted to.

Anyway my love, I will be jealous of you being home with your husband this weekend, wondering if he's fucking you, filling you with his sperm, wishing it were mine instead. I have left your now cum-filled panties in my bottom drawer of the desk, just where they always are. And am looking forward to your note telling me where we're to meet next week when you cum to get them," I read seeing that Mason had purposely emphasized the word "cum" in his written wording to her.

"Fucking idiot," I thought, continuing to read.

"Don't forget though, I won't be in until later on in the afternoon as I have that presentation to make with the new clients first thing in the morning. I'll leave the door unlocked for you when you get in. So leave me your answer and put it inside the drawer where you're panties are. I'll be thinking of you, and waiting to hear your response, when and where we're to meet this next time, and what it is you'd specifically like me to do to you when we finally do meet my darling."  He'd signed it, "Facin, Mason," including a crude stick man drawing of Betty down on her knees, an exaggerated little stick-cock in her mouth, the female stick figure with two massively likewise exaggerated boobs drawn on her as she knelt there sucking him off.

"Can you believe this?" I asked once again pointing at the elementary drawn porn on the letter. "And this guys our design engineer? Are you kidding me? Hell, even I can draw porn better than that...with my dick!"

Rob wasn't really looking at the letter any more though, he was thinking. And by the look on his face as he suddenly grinned looking up towards me, I knew then he was up to something. "I have an idea for getting back at Miss stick up her ass," he informed me. "Wanna hear it?"

I did...and I didn't. Whatever it was, I knew it was going to be dangerous, if not downright impossible. But I was also admittedly intrigued.  "Sure...why not. If nothing else, it will give me something to laugh about," I told my friend. "So, spill it."

"Well first thing, we put the letter back beneath the door of her office. Come Monday, we'll take turns keeping an eye out for her to head off towards his office. As soon as she does, we go in, grab the note she left for him, and then read it. After that...we'll figure out how to fuck over the two of them. Maybe if nothing else, we'll learn something we can use," he told me.

I shook my head, I was half expecting that, but it sounded a bit too risky to me with far too little to be gained by it. "I don't know Rob...sounds a bit dangerous, what if we get caught?"

"Oh come on man, this is too fucking good to pass up! Come on, admit it! Wouldn't you love to know the where and when of their next meet? Hell, maybe we can even show up and get pictures of them going into some seedy hotel together or something."

That actually sounded worthwhile. Push come to shove, we'd have something to use against Miss Smarty tight assed pants if we ever really needed it.

"Ok, let's do it!" I finally agreed. We immediately headed back to Beth's office where he again slipped the re-sealed envelope back under her door. I noticed he had also brought along his scotch tape dispenser with him when he'd done that. "What's that for?"

"Watch," he smiled as we then headed down the hallway to Mason's private office. Sure enough upon trying the door, it opened. Mason was true to his word in leaving it unlocked. "Just in case," he told me, and then peeled off a small bit of tape, placing it in such a way as to keep the lock from engaging, even should she turn the little knob on the door intending to do so. Once again Rob turned towards me, now all we have to do is figure out a way to get in here again after she's left him her note without being seen."

"Well, with luck, if she does it early enough on Monday, we might just pull that off. The only other person in this area that might see us was Mason's assistant, Diane. And only then if she came in early herself, which wasn't very damn likely with Mason being gone most of the day. Usually whenever he was, she came in much later, taking advantage of whatever time that she could in sleeping in whenever he had done that. Though additionally, if we had to, we might even convince her to help us out. Diane hated his guts, especially since he was always flirting with her, though never suggestively enough to land his ass in trouble over it. Never-the-less, Diane hated it whenever he asked her to do anything for him, as he was constantly trying to peer down the front of her blouse, or admiring her legs or staring at her ass whenever he could get away with it.

"If we have to," I admitted. "But I'd prefer not. Better the fewer know about this if you know what I mean," I told my friend.

For the first time since we'd both been working there, Monday morning couldn't come soon enough. We'd agreed to show up early ourselves, something we likewise knew that Beth would. Another one of her management traits, setting an example, always early to work on Mondays, which is something, she'd been doing for quite some time now, ever since her promotion and new status. But it was the only time she ever did, most other days, she got there when she got there, always having some sort of excuse for coming in later, though she never seemed to have to explain herself to anyone or justifying herself. But never late on Monday, which we were both banking on her doing again.

"Just like clockwork!" Rob said nodding in the direction of the elevators as they opened down the hall. Sure enough, it was twenty minutes to eight, when Beth walked in. She even stopped by our cubicles on the way to her office, surprised to see the two of us there so early.

"Nice to see the two of you getting an early start on the week," she said pleased and appreciative, though her demeanor once again changed in the opposite direction just as quickly. "Let's just hope you can show that kind of determination and team spirit during the rest of the week so we don't have any missed deadlines the way we did last Friday." And with that, she turned heading back to her office.

Rob flipped her off, which didn't surprise me. He was always doing that whenever she walked by our cubicles, though most of the time she didn't stay and say anything to us unless it was to demand something, or chastise us for one thing or another. Admittedly however, she was looking downright sexy again too. We knew she had long hair, though she never did wear it down at work. Always up on her head in some sort of a more "professional" looking style, or pinned up, sometimes even braided. We'd often both wondered what she'd look like with that dark auburn hair of hers naturally down. She was also wearing another one of her almost too short of skirts today to, though they perhaps looked that way because of her exceptionally fine looking long legs. At six feet, she was taller than either one of us, which proportionately helped with her rather large and equally fine tits. Another feature she quite often displayed without being too obvious about it. An additional button undone here or there perhaps, just enough to hint at all that lovely soft breast flesh hidden beneath. Something she seemed to enjoy showing as though she wasn't during meetings when she'd lean over the conference table, pointing out something to one of us. It was almost a game with her, everyone looking, and then pretending they hadn't been when she suddenly looked up at you, trying as we thought...to actually catch you doing it. So far, neither Rob nor I had been caught doing it, which I think, sort of pissed her off some too.

"Look...there she goes, she's heading back to Mason's office!" Rob said confirming that she was as I stood following her movement down the hall. We waited, watched her return, and then saw her go back down to his office again a few minutes later. This time she was carrying a folded sheet of paper in her hand.

"That's got to be her answer!" I told Rob excitedly as we once again ducked back down in our cubicles waiting for her to again head back to her own office.

We'd already discussed how we were going to do this. As soon as she returned, Rob would race down to Mason's office and see if she left him anything, which we were fairly certain she had.  I'd head into her office on the pretense of talking to her about the faxed report we'd sent over to see if indeed she had any changes that needed to be made to it. We both knew there wouldn't be, but she'd see it as our sucking up to her, and we knew she'd like that. Especially if I approached her worriedly, concernedly about it. I'd probably have to endure a two or three minute speech or something, but that would buy Rob just enough time to get in and out of Mason's office. I would then meet him in the small little coffee room afterwards before work was to officially get started.

It went perfectly.

"Well? Did she?"

Rob was grinning, he'd obviously already read it, handing it to me.

"Oh my funky monkey, what a bad...bad boy you truly are. You've already got me all juicy and wet, thinking about you jerking yourself off in the men's room. I might just have to do the same thing myself here in a little while, and you know...I always, always have my pink precious naughty little girl toy with me in order to do that.  It makes me all hot and naughty just thinking about it, getting myself off, knowing that you too will soon be tossing off another hot juicy load for me in my panties so I can wear them with your hot fresh cream sitting in the bottom of them when I do."

"Eww" I said reading that. Rob chuckled.

"Keep reading."

"And yes...I too am anxious to see you and be with you again this week, and am feeling rather naughty wicked if I don't mind telling you either. I have this fantasy you see...of being ravished, taken without being able to do anything about it. So what I'd like, is for you to meet me at the Marriott on Tuesday, at noon. We'll take a nice long pleasured lunch together. I'll be in room 302, as I've already arranged it. And I'll leave word at the desk to have them give you an extra key, check in under the name Bob Edwards when you do. You'll find me naked on the bed waiting for you, blind-folded. I want you to pretend I'm already bound and tied when you get there, so when you do, do exactly that. I'll leave some scarves and those fluffy naughty handcuffs you gave me. After you've secured me, I want you to ravish me, in any way, in every way you can imagine. Do whatever it is you'd like to do to me you naughty, naughty boy you. I'll be looking forward to it."

She hadn't written it by hand, nor had she signed it either. She was obviously being cautious, something numb nuts wasn't quite as careful or cautious in doing.




Who's the Boss?



"Fuck, this is great!" I said laughing. "So what's the plan? We go there, hide out, and see if we can get some photos of the two of them going in together?"

"Better than that," Rob said, his look deadly serious. "How about the two of us have some fun with Miss Bitch ourselves?"

"Excuse me?"

"Don't you see? This is perfect Dave! She said in her note, she'll be waiting for him, naked...blindfolded, and waiting to be tied up and bound on the bed."

"So? Aren't you forgetting something? So will Mason be, and I don't think he'd much care our being there with him."

"He won't be," Rob continued. "We type up a new note. Only in that one, we tell him to go to an entirely different hotel, clear across town, away from the one she'll really be at, though we will be."

"You're not serious...are you?"

"Oh yeah...I am. Deadly serious. We take Mason's place, and if we do this right, she'll never know. In fact, after we're done, we leave. We'll even notify room service or something anonymously that there's a woman that's tied to the bed naked in her room, though I'm pretty sure when we finally do leave and she realizes we're leaving her like that, she'll make quite a fuss anyway. Regardless, we get a little revenge on her, and a bit of pleasure for ourselves. If we do it right, there's no reason for her to figure out that there is two of us there. We'll take turns with her, drive her nuts, tease her wildly, make her cum, and us too for that matter...and then just leave her there. Oh, but I am going to take a few pictures too...just for insurance in case we ever need them for any reason. We can always claim she invited us to meet her there, which we did, and then show how she calmly allowed herself to be tied up and fucked if she later claims anything else, or ever finds out it was really us that was there. But like I said, there's no reason that she should if we do this right."

"I don't know Rob, taking pictures is one thing, maybe even tying her to the bed and then taking pictures of her...I might be willing to do that at least. But actually fucking her? Not sure about that one."

"Well then don't, but I'm sure as hell going to," he told me. "And we'll use condoms of course too...take them with us. No evidence at the scene afterwards.  But even if you decide not to fuck her yourself, at least you can be there to take pictures of her at the very least. So? What do you say? You in?"

Against my better judgment, I agreed. We hurriedly ran back to Rob's desk, typed up a new letter for Mason, and then returned it back into his desk drawer where he'd found the other one.

"Don't forget the tape," I reminded him, which he hadn't. Peeling it away from the lock, letting it close now, locking as we both smiled and walked away.

**

There was still a lot that could go wrong, and that made me nervous. I had half decided not to go along with Rob's scheme no matter how much I'd have loved to get something on Betty Boobs. Taking a few photos of her was one thing, though even that in my mind was bad enough, but actually fucking her? Against her will? That was something else entirely. Had it not been for the fact that Rob was determined to go through with it one way or the other, with or without my help, I might have backed out. Instead, we found ourselves leaving only minutes after Beth did, with Mason having left nearly twenty minutes before that.

Though we kept her in sight, we didn't drive too closely to her car, following her the short distance to the Marriott hotel where she'd booked the room. We waited outside in the car for another ten minutes, and then went inside where I immediately headed off towards the elevators as Rob went up to the desk to tell them that Bob Edwards had arrived and wanted his key for room 302. By the time he reached me I was standing in the hall just outside the door listening. At first, I could hear Beth rummaging around inside the room no doubt getting things ready, expecting Mason to be arriving at any moment. I nodded at Rob as he approached grinning at me, key in hand.

"I think she's in bed waiting," I whispered nervously. "Fuck Rob...what if we walk in and she doesn't have her blindfold on?" I asked. Rob suddenly reached in to his coat pocket pulling out two ski masks handing me one.

"Yeah, I thought about that too," he told me. "Put it on. When we walk in, if she's not on the bed as she said she would be, and not blindfolded, we run!"

"Great plan!" I said taking the mask, putting it on. My heart was up somewhere in my throat as Rob inserted the key card, the door opening. I stood behind him prepared to run like hell as he stepped in, quickly surveying the scene in case he too needed to bolt. At least if he did, I wouldn't be in the way. I stood holding my breath as he turned back to look at me, giving me a thumbs up signal as he stepped further into the room.

Sure enough, Beth lay upon the enormous sized bed, the sleeping mask over her eyes, pretending to sleep just as she'd said she would be as part of the fantasy. As Rob approached the bed, I stood far behind close to the door, not wanting to alert her to the fact there was actually two of us inside the room with her. She was expecting only one, Mason. Though I smiled at the thought he was no doubt at this very moment wondering where the hell Beth was.

Beth continued the silly game, allowing Rob to secure her hands to the headboard of the bed with the handcuffs she'd provided him, and then likewise secured her feet, spread-eagling her body on the bed in a rather decadent looking fashion. After he'd done that, he slipped her purse off the dresser handing it to me, and then showing me his cell phone. I understood the message, looking inside her bag, quickly locating Beth's and promptly turned hers off.

When I turned back around to face him, Rob had now produced what appeared to be a ball gag. When I saw that...I thought he had lost his mind. And for a second as he reached over preparing to insert it into Beth's mouth, even Beth seemed surprised by this, obviously not having expected it, even from Mason. To my amazement however, as Rob forced it gently into her mouth, she accepted it, though squirming on the bed now as though having just woken up from sleep. It was evident she was still playing, still fantasizing her sudden unexpected binding to the bed as Rob finished securing the ball gag. Once he had, he stepped back to admire his handwork, checking her bindings, only then pulling off the ski mask as he likewise began to undress. The sounds of his clothes coming off were easily heard by Beth of course, and she moaned against the ball gag, muffled sounds, though they were far less than concerned ones as she did so. I could actually hear the excitement in her voice. Seeing her displayed the way she was began having an effect on me as well, and certainly on Rob as he now stood naked before her, his cock hard stiff and straight.

I had to admit, even though I didn't much care for Beth personally, truly finding her to be an antagonizing bitch, seeing her lying in the bed naked as she was, was quite a sight. Beth truly did have gorgeous tits, which were now of course openly displayed. And though they lay a bit flatter against her ribcage as full as they were, they were beautifully so. Two very large, surprisingly large dark tan areolas capped each one. Her nipples about the size of twin gumdrops, which even now began to harden, lengthening in size. I watched Rob leaning over, his lips capturing one of those magnificent little protrusions as he gingerly began sucking it, all the while fondling her free tit with his other hand. Beth squirmed, moving upon the bed as though struggling, pretending still to be fighting against the fear of having been bound, and now being violated by some unknown assailant.

Little did she know.

Rob nodded towards me, mouthing the words, "Take your clothes off!" Still nervous as hell, unsure if I wanted to go much farther with this myself, I finally relented and quietly began taking them off. Beth's bare pink pussy had convinced me. Her lips so full and inviting as she lay there, legs spread so obscenely wide. I could even see the glistening wetness of her split, she was obviously very aroused and very, very horny.  I continued to stand there watching Rob as he enjoyed himself fondling her breasts, then motioned towards me, moving back as I moved forward as though crossing in front of the bed to go to the other side, which I now did taking his place.

Rob stood behind, now taking photos of her there on the bed with his camera. His "insurance" as he'd called it earlier against Beth's doing anything against it if that were indeed to even happen. I had already done the same when he'd just barely began tying her arms and legs to the bed, getting a really good one of him as he was just putting the ball gag in her mouth. There could be no mistake that she'd accepted all this quite willingly, fantasy play or not.

I likewise began sucking those incredible nipples of hers, pulling on them and then rolling them between my fingers playfully. I turned grinning at Rob as I did so, Beth's continued squirming beneath me, pleasured, somewhat muffled moans of delight forced around the ball gag in her mouth. It was clearly evident, she was enjoying this too. I reached down now, running my fingers around and near her wide-open cunt, Beth again straining against her bindings, though I saw a sudden surge of lubrication suddenly pooling between her lips. I placed my finger just inside the puffy sweet folds of her sex, felt the heat of her, not to mention all that silky moisture and ran my finger up towards her extremely hard clit, teasing her with it. Beth's ass came up off the bed as she arched her back joyfully, moaning around the ball gag once again.

Like a tag team in a wrestling match, as I again stepped around the bed, Rob and I switched positions with him now tickling her cunt in much the same way I had been, though he soon slipped his fingers inside her, fucking her with them for a few moments before returning back to once again kiss, suck and play with her breasts. After a few more minutes of that, leaving her to squirm even more violently on the bed than she already was, Rob moved down on the bed between her legs. I watched him as he began to tickle that extended hard little clit of hers with his tongue, his fingers and hands once again reaching up to pleasure and toy with her breasts simultaneously as he did so. Just watching that, soon had me standing there stroking my own cock, Beth's sweet succulent looking pussy, her magnificent fat tits, had me drooling and watering at the mouth. So much so, that when I again looked up towards her, it took a moment for me to realize, she was looking back at me as I stood there, her eyes wide open in shock and surprise.

"Oh fuck...ah Rob?" I said speaking aloud, which immediately of course caused him to look up when I said that.

With all the thrashing about, Beth tossing her head back and forth against the pillows, it had somehow managed to loosen the fitting on her mask, enough so, that it had uncovered her eyes. She now lay there looking at the two of us in shock, her eyes wild for a moment as she lay there, unmoving now, her thoughts no doubt jumbled as she lay looking at the two of us in disbelief.

"Now what?" I asked worriedly. "I fucking knew something like this was going to happen," I then added.

Beth finally tried talking around her ball gag, even attempting to yell at that moment, but to no avail.

"We're in deep shit here, you know that?" I stated as Rob sat silently finally sitting up, though he licked his lips as he sat there thinking.

"Not if we treat her right, we won't be," he said as though that made perfect sense.

"Excuse me? Rob? What the hell are you thinking?" I then asked.

But all Rob did was to lay right back between her legs, his fingers now sliding inside her cunt. "Might as well come over here and suck on her tits, she seems to enjoy that a lot anyway." He then looked up towards her, she'd quit struggling, and even trying to yell as it was obviously not doing her any good to do so. But she was glaring at him, her eyes looking as though she could kill him with them if she could.

"Look, Beth. We'll explain all this to you after you've had a chance to calm down some. We'll even take the ball gag out of your mouth so you can speak, provided of course you promise not to yell when we do. But...before we do any of that, you're going to cum for us first. At least that way it will help to relax you, calm you down even more. So...the sooner you just give into the pleasure, and enjoy a nice little climax, the sooner we can sit down calmly like adults, and talk about it. Ok?"

I couldn't believe I was hearing this, but by the look on Beth's face, she couldn't either. Once again she started to protest, though quickly giving up when it became obvious she couldn't make herself clear, and Rob wasn't about to remove the ball gag from her mouth until she had done what he'd requested of her.

"And trust me Beth, I'll know if you try and fake it too. So seriously, relax...enjoy it, have a nice little cum while we tease you a bit, and then after that...we'll talk."

Having said that, I watched as Rob went back to sucking her clit, fingering her pussy. She struggled only for a moment more, and then gave up, seemingly beginning to relax and actually enjoy it. I walked over then..."In for a penny," I thought as I did so. Sitting on the bed, I began caressing and playing with her breasts, tweaking her hard extended nipples, hearing her gasp as I did so, shuddering pleasurably.

"Go ahead, Dave, remove the gag," he indicated. "But be ready to shove it back in if she makes a fuss!"

I did, though carefully, prepared to replace it if I had to. To my surprise however, Beth made no effort to cry out, though she did finally speak, wondering I'm sure how this could have possibly happened.

"How?" she managed somewhat calmly, working the somewhat stiff muscles in her mouth, though she obviously now looked slightly embarrassed at finding herself in this position to begin with.

"Mason has a big mouth," Rob lied. Which wasn't a total lie, as he really did. Causing me to look up towards him, wondering where the hell he was going with this. "Dave and I overheard him telling someone about meeting you here," he went on, making it up as he went along. "Telling whoever it was, what a great piece of ass you are...things like that."

I looked at him wild-eyed. "Was this his idea of calming her down? Relaxing her? If anything, she seemed to be getting angry all over again...though thankfully not at us. At least not for the moment anyway.

He was still fingering her cunt as he went on, which did seem to have a bit of a calming effect on her as he did so. "So we heard him telling someone, though we never did figure out who, about his meeting you here, and what he was going to do to you, shit like that, and how you'd left him a note telling him where and when, etc. So then Dave and I decided to intervene, send Mason off on a wild goose-chase, and then come here, tell you what Mason had been telling everyone, and warn you. Anyway, that was our intent when we got here, but then seeing you blindfolded and so wonderfully naked on the bed, well Beth...to be honest with you, I just couldn't help myself. But...we did send Mason off to another hotel instead where he's no doubt waiting for you to show up. Just thought you'd like to know."

If she actually bought any of this, I'd be damn fucking surprised.

"Thank you," she actually said gratefully by the tone of her voice. "I should have known better with Mason," she then admitted. "He really does have a big mouth, and I knew I shouldn't have trusted him because of it. I've even overheard him myself, talking to someone else over the phone as to how he'd like to fuck his assistant. He didn't know I'd overheard him saying that then either, and I nearly decided to end things with him because of it. Guess I should have."

"Well, we might not always see eye to eye on things Beth," Rob went on, "But neither Dave nor I are all that fond of Mason, or what he's doing to you by telling everyone about his afternoons with you, or how he got fucked over for not getting your job when it came open. Shit like that. And he really IS the one responsible for delaying the information on the weekly reports we do for you Beth, he really is. If it wasn't for him doing that, we never would be late in getting them to you. But...it's up to you as to whether you believe us or not."

She lay there thinking about what Rob had just told her. "Take these off me if you would please," she asked.

Rob looked at me, winking though ensuring that Beth hadn't seen him do that. "Go ahead Dave, I trust her, and it looks like she's willing to trust us as well."

My heart was once again in the top of my throat, but I did as Rob asked, releasing her hands moments later as he untied her feet. To my relief, Beth made no move to run off, scream or do anything else but sit there in bed looking at the two of us, and then at our still reasonably hard cocks.

"Well, since we're all here," she grinned. "Might as well make the best of it now, and besides..." she grinned. "I'm still damn fucking horny!"

I couldn't believe this was actually happening, though it appeared to be. And I now knew, whatever excuse that Mason tried giving her afterwards back at the office, Beth would be in no mood to listen to, especially after she now believed we had actually tried to intercede in her behalf, sending Mason purposely off elsewhere so we could get to her and warn her about him.

Farfetched as the story was, she had bought it. And knowing Beth as we well did, once she had her mind set in a particular direction, there was no turning her back.

"So...which one of you would like to fuck my ass while the other one fuck's my pussy?" she asked lustily.

"Heads? Tails?" Rob chuckled as he tossed a coin.  "Hmm, looks like I get tails this time," he grinned delightedly.

"There should be some condoms in my purse," Beth told us. "Though I'm on the pill, I'd still rather be safe than sorry."

That at least saved us from having to explain why we'd brought some too. Moments later after having put them on, Beth sat lubricating our dicks as well as herself with some lubricant she had also brought along with her. Lying down on the bed, I watched as Beth mounted me, her incredible breasts dangling just inches away from my face. I reached up, holding onto them and began playing with them again as she slowly gyrated herself down onto me. Once she was comfortable with the fullness of me inside her, she looked back over her shoulder towards Rob.

"Whenever you're ready," she said wickedly. "I certainly am!"

I felt it when Rob placed the head of his prick at her opening. Admittedly, he was a little larger than I was, so I was also surprised when Beth hadn't balked at his shoving his prick up her ass. It was obvious she had done this before, and now waited expectantly, excitedly as I sat there still playing with her incredible tits.

"Hmm, nice," he purred closing her eyes as Rob slowly eased himself inside her. I waited, holding still, but I could feel his cock pressing next to mine as he finally hilted himself balls deep inside that tight little passage. "Yeah baby...fuck me now...fuck me you two, fuck me!"

Beth began grinding her cunt against me, my prick slipping in and out of that juicy wet opening, the sensation of my best friend's cock doing the exact same thing to her ass. It was a first for me, and likewise for Rob when we later discussed it, but we both knew afterwards, it wouldn't be the last time either. By now Beth was half delirious with pleasure, crying out, moaning and groaning as the two of us picked up the pace a little.




Who's the Boss?



"Oh yeah, fuck my ass...my cunt!" She squealed over and over again. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"

Beth really was going nuts at this point, tossing her head from side to side, her long gorgeous auburn hair fully down now, flailing away back and forth, caressing my hands as they continued caressing her tits, I even gathered up lengths of it, placing it against her breasts and then using that to further tease and stimulate herself with.

Beth really didn't state she was going to cum or anything, she just seemed to suddenly stiffen for no apparent reason, suddenly holding her breath though I watched as her eyes opened wide as she looked down towards me. Moments later she began to shudder and shake, only then this deep throaty rich cry of release suddenly bubbling up from her depths as she climaxed in an earth-shattering display of pure unadulterated pleasure.

"Oh...fuck!" She then screamed.

I felt my own prick exploding, felt the surge of pleasure racing up my shaft as I began spewing my spunk, filling the condom, half hoping it wouldn't burst from the sheer intensity of my orgasm. Rob too seemed to lose it seconds later, still thrusting deeply into her ass, his movements slowing gradually however, finally weak in the knees and eventually pulling his prick out with a juicy sounding plop.

Beth rolled off and away from me back onto the bed. She was smiling, her lust filled look already returning. "Give me your cream boys," she told us. "Here...right here...pour it onto my tits for me."

I removed my condom, filled to the brim with my spunk and did as she asked, just as Rob began doing. We knelt on either side of her, condoms held, dripping out our individual essence onto her breasts as she giddily began smearing our cream into her tits, massaging it in, toying with her nipples.

"You two capable of getting it up again?" she asked hopefully.

"In a few minutes perhaps," I told her speaking for myself, though Rob likewise nodded his head.

"Good, then we'll take a bit longer lunch together before heading back," she informed us. "Mean while, you two can watch me get myself off until you're ready again," she stated. Unbeknownst to either of us, Beth had slipped the pink little girl toy she had mentioned in her letter to Mason beneath the pillow on the bed. She grinned almost bashfully as she retrieved it, turning it on, as it began to hum and vibrate within the palm of her hand. Seconds later, she began using it between her lips, teasing herself along with her clit as Rob and I sat there fascinated, watching her do so.

"So...you two enjoying this?" she asked as we sat there nodding our heads yes. "And you'd enjoy doing this once a week perhaps?" she pressed further, "And promise, promise, promise that you won't ever tell anyone else that we are? Not ever?" she asked continuing to tease herself as we sat there, cocks already starting to show renewed interest.

"As long as you likewise treat the two of us decently in the future," Rob stated surprising me to some extent, and do something about that asshole Mason...then yes, I think we'd both enjoy doing that with you from time to time," he responded back to her for the two of us.

"Don't worry about Mason...he's finished," she said easily. "I've been preparing for this for quite some time, just in case. And I really am sorry about the way I've been treating you both. I've known all along it's been Mason's inaptitude that's been causing the delays, I just couldn't do anything about it before now, but I've got more than enough to pass along to his superiors to show them that he's not been doing his job either. Not to mention not getting the account he swore up and down we'd be getting, nor the fact that he has in fact been flirting with and making rather obvious sexual suggestions towards Diane. I've already gathered enough information to help her out on that end too," she then told us smiling.

"Now then...you two getting interested again?" She asked. I know I certainly was, and Rob's prick had likewise began to stiffen again as well.

"Hmm, yes, I can see that they are. Why don't the two of you come over here then where I can suck you together," she told us.

She soon was, lapping at, and sucking our pricks side by side, the humming, vibrating toy still sandwiched between her legs.

"Oh God, please, please, someone fuck me again," she half begged looking at us. Content with the blowjob she continued giving me, Rob happily moved down between her legs, placing his prick now at her opening, teasing her with it.

"This what you want?" he asked working the head of his dick against her split, rubbing her clit with it.

"Yes, yes!" she begged mouthing the words around my cock as she said it.

"What is it you want?" He asked her again.

"I want you to fuck me."

"With what?" he said grinning.

"Your prick, your cock!"

Rob teased her some more, putting just the tip of it inside her.

"So...Who's the boss now?" he asked.

"You are!"

"And what is it you want me to do again?" He asked.

"Fuck me!"

"And when can I fuck you?"

"Any time!"

"And where?"

"Any where!"

"And that raise we didn't get last time?" He said out of nowhere.

"Yes, yes...you'll get it, I promise. Both of you," she stated once again. "Just shut up and fuck me!"

"Who's the boss?"

"You are," she near whimpered.

And then Rob and I showed her who truly was.



Who's The Boss?



Author's Note: This is a work of fiction. The events within this story never happened and are solely created for the reading pleasure of this website.

*

Her name was Kathy. She was one of three supervisors at the call center where I was employed. She was a very beautiful woman. Brown hair halfway down her back, slender body and medium sized but very firm breasts that would make any man drool. Yet despite her amazing exterior Kathy was a horrible supervisor. She was mean, spiteful and very angry person who pretty much took out any of her frustrations on her employees who were working hard to make her look good to her bosses. I was a hard worker, one of the best sales agents on the floor but for some reason Kathy just had it out for me. She would nit pick every mistake and I would take the brunt of her anger even though I made 10% of the entire workforces stats. It upset me to no end because I didn't think it was deserved, but I took it anyway. She was in charge and I needed the job. I accepted that life wasn't fair and people like Kathy I had to tolerate to get by. She was a power hungry bitch and loved to force her power over people to make herself feel better. No one liked her, but still men couldn't help but get hard whenever she walked by. She was still a very hot woman. 

One night I was at a house party with a handful of friends, when I saw something out of the corner of my eye. Kathy was in a very tight one piece outfit and partying with her own people. I didn't like her very much so the idea of talking to her or even interacting with her outside the workplace revolted me. I didn't even know she was going to be there, but there she was in her own corner talking to people and chatting it up. That's when a friend of mine came over and whispered in my ear. "Dude, I have something for you." I looked over and he had a pill in his hand, a small pink one and I had no idea what it was. 

"What's this?" I asked. 

"It's something that will knock that bitch out." he said. "I was saving it for something else, but I can see how much you'd love to use it on her. For all the riding she's done to you, give her a little back. Toss it into her drink and it will knock her out. She'll be awake but unable to fight back, if you know what I mean. When she wakes up in the morning, she won't remember a damn thing so don't worry about her trying to get back at you." 

I looked down at the pill in my hand, and thought why the fuck not. After all the bullshit Kathy had given me... she deserved a little payback. I walked over to where Kathy was standing and greeted her with a smile, "Can I get you a refill?" 

She looked back at me and then down at her empty drink. "Sure Peter, thanks." 

I took her glass to the kitchen and put together a new drink for her, and without hesitation I tossed the pill into her drink and gave it a moment to fuzz out. When it looked normal, I grabbed a new drink for myself and walked back out. I handed the drink to Kathy and she quickly took a huge sip. "Thank you Peter, that was very nice of you." 

"Not a problem." I said as I sipped my drink. 

"This really is a nice place. It's huge." 

Kathy nodded in agreement. "The place is owned by a close friend of mine. Have you seen the backyard?"

"I haven't the pleasure." I replied. 

"You have to see the garden. It's amazing." Kathy said as she took my hand. She led me to the back door and we exited to the back patio. She was being semi-nice to be so I started to feel a little bad about what I was doing. Yet thinking to all the mean things she said to me on the floor, all the crap she gave me for little or no reason gave me all the incentive I needed to be patient and wait for the drug to kick in. 

We walked about fifty feet from the house into the back area, and the garden did look amazing. There was even a small structure near the back. 

"What is that?" I quietly asked. 

"That's the guest house. A small place for visitors to stay." she answered and then she put her hand to her head and I knew what was going on. "I'm feeling very dizzy. I may have had too much to drink." 

"Is there a bathroom in that guest house?" I asked. 

"Yes, I think I might need to use it." Kathy replied. 

We walk over to the guest house and the door was unlocked, and there was no one there as well. it was perfect. I watched her stumble and I quickly reached out and grabbed her. I took what was left of the drink and placed it on the table. She suddenly became very limp and I knew the drug was really kicking in. I picked her up and slowly dragged her into the small bedroom that was in the guest house. I laid her down on the bed and she was very confused. "You all right, Kathy?" 

"I think I've been drugged!" she replied, "Did you see anyone put something in my drink?" 

"As a matter of fact I did." I calmly replied. 

"Who did it?" she asked, "I'm so drunk I can't move!" 

"I did, you fucking little cunt." 

"What?" 

"I did it, and that's not all I'm going to do to you." as I said that I started to undo my fly and take my pants off. 

"No, please, don't." she said as I could see the tears in her eyes. She knew what I wanted to do to her and based on her condition there was nothing she could do about it. 

"Too late for begging now, bitch." I said as I slowly climbed on top of her. "I'm going to cum in every orfice of your body, and there isn't a fucking thing you can do about it!" 

"No... please..." 

I didn't listen to her as I started to tear the dress from her body. She wasn't wearing a bra but as I tore more away I could see a red thongs clinging to her pussy. She started to cry louder and I responded by slapping her across the face. She was still crying but not as loudly now, and that was much better. With her entire dress off, I took the pleasure of feeling and licking her beautiful breasts. The same ones I had stared from my cubicle for years. I even made her yelp when I bit into one of her nipples, not too hard but hard enough. Speaking of hard... my cock was rock hard and ready to go. I worked my way down and slowly slipped off her panties. I held them up for her to look at, "I'm going to keep this. A trophy for what I am about to do to you." 

"No peter, please don't... please..." 

"Fuck you, you little cunt! You think I was going to take your abuse forever!" I forced her legs apart, and I could see the look on her face which was one of absolute fear. "This is for all the bullshit you rolled my way." just after I said that, I slammed my hard cock into her body. I could see by the look on her face that it was her nightmare come true. I grabbed both her wrists and pinned her to the bed and started to fuck her pussy as hard as I could. I rocked her body as hard as I could, and each time I pumped my cock into her, I could feel her pussy getting wetter. She was trying to squirm but the drug left her weak and unable to fight back. "No, please stop!" Every time she called out for help, it just made my cock harder and I kept pounding the shit out of her, trying to go deeper and deeper with each thrust. I had so much resentment, so much hatred for this woman. I looked down at her, "Who is in control here?" 

"What?" she said through clinched teeth. 

"I said who is in control here, bitch?" 

"You are, Peter. You are." 

"That's right cunt, I'm in charge here." I said as I kept thrusting into her tight pussy. "And I'm going to spread my seed inside you, and you're going to take it all in." 

"No, don't... please don't!" 

I didn't care what she said, I kept fucking her as hard as I could, and the more she cried the more turned on I was about being in control of her. I was the one with the power, and I exercised that power without hesitation. With one more thrust, I shoved my cock as deep into her as I could, just in time to blow a huge load of sperm into her unwilling body. I could feel her body squirm as she tried to fight back but there was nothing she could do. I unloaded everything I had into her, and grinned down at her with complete satisfaction. I was in control, and I was just getting warmed up. I turned her over on her back and started to finger her. After playing with her pussy for a few moments, I used her juices to lubricate her ass. She started to squirm again, but I responded by holding her down as I took my index finger and slid it into her tight asshole. 

"No peter, not my ass. not there!" 

I didn't care what she said, and kept fingering her asshole, going a little deeper with each thrust. After doing that for about ten minutes, I started to get hard again and was ready for round two. I got back on top of her and held her down with all my weight. I could feel her fight back as I put the head of my cock into her tight asshole, and she wailed in pain as her tight ass took the first few inches of my cock. With each thrust I went deeper into her and I could tell by how fucking tight she was that she had never let any man into her ass before. She was an ass virgin. Just that thought made my cock harden even more and I started to pump her ass almost as hard as I did her pussy. I could see by the look on Kathy's face that she was in pain, and I didn't give a shit. I wanted to make her feel the pain, and I kept fucking her virgin ass as hard as I could. 

"Please peter, it hurts!" 

Her ass was very tight, I knew it wouldn't take long for my cock to unload again and it did. I could hear her whine as I let loose another wave of sperm into her body. After that I crawled off her limp and defeated body, and admired the view. She was broken, hurt and feeling just about as bad as many people feel when she abused them. I took out my cell phone and took a few pictures of her amazing body. I even grabbed a handful of hair and forced her to take my cum covered cock into her mouth. I took an amazing picture of my cock in her mouth and forced her to suck the cum off my cock before finally tossing her back on the bed to cry in the feetle position. "How could you do that to me?" she said as she cried on the bed. 

"It's easier than you think." I replied, "You hurt us so much we didn't care what happened to you. This was the best fun I've had in forever. Forcing you was better than many women I've had willingly. I was in control and I loved it." I could still hear her crying as I put my pants back on. 

A few seconds later it was quiet. I walked over and checked on her. She had passed out. She was all right, just sleeping. Like my buddy said, when she woke up the next morning, she'll remember nothing. I had a feeling she would know something happened based on the ripped clothes and her very sore ass with my cum dripping out of it but she would likely not tell anyone out of embarrassment that it was an affair she couldn't remember. To be fair, I rolled Kathy on her side, just in case she vomited. As much as I hated her, choking to death on her own puke was not part of the plan and I wanted her to wake up and live with this. Knowing that she was safe to leave, I went to the bathroom and freshened up before returning to the party. 

I went back to the party and had a few more drinks and mingled before leaving with my friends. I never told my friend who gave me the pill what happened, but when he looked my way, I gave him a nod and he understood. I didn't see Kathy again at work until at least a few months later. She was a changed woman, based on her attitude and posture. She was talking to people in our center rather than at them, and there was a small bump in her belly that I couldn't help but notice. I guess I wasn't the only person who took something home that night. I took the time to walk up and welcome her back. "It's great to see you again." I said with a warm smile. 

"Thanks Peter," she said with a warm smile. "It's good to see you too."