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Pollyanna

By: MankoZ28



8:45 PM, the dressing room is buzzing, everyone is putting the finishing touches on their make-up. Most of the girls are already in costume, g-strings, pasties, and high heels or boots are standard for all the girls. They individualize their outfits from there, the usual stuff you see at a gentleman's club, cowgirl hats and vests, French Maid outfits, leather dominatrix corsets, and schoolgirl tops and skirts.

You decided to go with the schoolgirl look. Since your stage name is Pollyanna, you thought a schoolgirl theme was most fitting. 

Nervously, you look around the dressing room wondering, "What the fuck am I doing here?"

Everyone is at least 15 years younger than you are, at 39 you could be most of the girls' mother. How much had you been drinking when you let the club owner talk you into this? Was it really just the money? Things have been tight since the divorce and being a single mom in today's economy is so hard. Child support is practically nonexistent from your ex-husband. Everything in your marriage went downhill when your daughter was born. He wanted a boy so badly, and when she was born, he treated both of you like crap. He was already controlling, and after you had Rachel, he was verbally abusive and controlling. All he cared about was dealing crystal meth and his pitbulls. He couldn't keep a steady job, and when the police raided your home, you finally had enough, putting him out for good. 

But, how did you wind up in the dressing room of a strip club? After all, working for My Mortgage Inc. for over 15 years has had its advantages. The money is good and the benefits are excellent. Working as a loan officer when you first started and then in the underwriting department was actually fun. But, the move to the collections department has been inconvenient to say the least. The two-hour commute to the new office is really taking its toll on you. Mom and Dad have been helping a lot however, watching Rachel in the evenings until you get home, and filling up your fridge with groceries whenever they come over is a real big help as well. It just seems like the bills never stop coming though. Rachel is growing so fast, you're buying new clothes for her every month, and with dance class, soccer, and piano lessons on top of the usual bills, there's just not enough to make ends meet.

When he approached you three weeks ago, Marcus, the club owner, said, "On Friday nights you can make $500 easy, and Saturdays close to $1000 without having to spread your legs or suck a single cock. Of course, if you're willing to do that, you can make a lot more; just don't do that shit in my club. If I get shut down and lose my license because one of my girls is trying to make some extra cash on the side, they are a dead girl, is that clear?"

$1500 for a weekend of work could go a long way towards getting you out of your financial hole, even if it is only $700 a weekend, it will be a big help. It took you a week to decide to try it. Besides, your friend, Mary, had been begging you for weeks to take that pole dancing class with her last year. You took it just to get her to stop nagging you and now it looks like it's finally going to pay off. When you said yes, you told Marcus you were only going to commit to three months and re-evaluate the situation from there. You were surprised that he agreed to it and were actually hoping he would say no as your way out.

8:55 PM, the first girl goes on at 9, eight minutes of dancing, two minutes to work the crowd, then a five minute break before the next girl comes on. You are the fourth girl out tonight, Pollyanna. The soft lighting in the dressing room really brings out the beautiful features of your face. The green eye shadow matches your plaid skirt and the pink blush highlights your high cheekbones nicely. Putting on the pink lipstick and playfully pouting in the mirror, you move your head from side to side, your two ponytails, tied with pink ribbons start to swing freely.

Sitting there you think, "Yeah, a 39 year old school girl, who the fuck is going to give me any money to watch me shake my tits and ass tonight?"

Your nipples perk up as you tie your white blouse in a loose knot under your 34C breasts. Even after having Rachel, they are still pretty firm and perky, only dropping a little from breastfeeding and age. The pasties are glued on, you're not quite ready to bare it all on stage, and you can't risk being arrested either, it would cost you your real job if you did. The short plaid skirt barely covers your ass, which is still well toned even though your ex is always calling you, "lard ass," and telling you that you have a big butt. You briefly think about how long its been since a pair of strong hands cupped your ass. Ever since the divorce, you have been too focused to get involved with anyone. 

The white knee-high stockings cover your nice calves. Your legs have always been your strong suit, very shapely, and wearing heels for so long has really brought out your calves. Patrick at work is always checking them out. He doesn't know you see him, but whenever you wear a dress or a skirt he turns around from his computer a lot more than usual. Asking questions you know he knows the answers to, they're just an excuse for him to peek at your legs.

9:35 PM, you're up next in five minutes. Standing by the stage, you go over your routine in your head, a high-energy start, dancing to Bring Me to Life by Evanescence followed by a slow grind to Jezebel by Sade. Mary had a pole installed in her basement after the dance lessons the two of you took and you've been practicing for two weeks, getting everything down. The butterflies you used to get before playing with your band in college, years ago, are back. The DJ begins to introduce you as you wait.

"Gentleman, remember your childhood girlfriend from Catholic school, the one that wasn't scared of worms and could run just as fast as you? She knew how to throw a baseball and always wore her cap on backwards as if she was one of the guys? Well, she's all grown up now and filled out in all the right places, but she still loves to wear her outfit from school. Everyone, make some noise for, POLLYANNA, the hottest school girl to ever grace our stage."

Prancing onto the stage as the music starts you go through your routine flawlessly. Teasing the men as you dance to Bring Me to Life, shaking your ass and tits as you move, just giving them flashes of your breasts, setting them up for Jezebel. When Sade begins to sing, you drop your top and skirt and add the pole to your routine. Your moves are so slow and sensuous as you rub your pussy along the pole sliding up and down it, offering your tits to the crowd when you twirl around it. You get down on the floor and work your hips and ass as if you are giving some lucky guy the fuck of his life, and the money just flows onto the stage. A few men come up front to get a closer look while you dance and shout words of encouragement.

"I have a pole just like that one for you to fuck."

"You can ride my cock like that anytime baby."

"Damn you're hot! I want a lap dance when you're done."

"Shake that ass baby, and let me suck on those nice tits when you're done."

When the song ends all the men by the stage yell as you gather up the money they threw on it. Lap dances are $25 and you already had two requests before you leave the stage. A private lap dance in one of the back rooms is $75. The bouncers arrange them. Marcus said after you finished the $25 dances if someone wants a private dance one of the bouncers will escort you to a private room and stay with you during the dance. The no touching policy by the patrons is supposed to be enforced by the bouncer during the dance. With the money you collected from the stage and the two lap dances you guessed you had about $200 so far and you still had to dance two more times tonight.

Working the room, you pick up a third lap dance before a bouncer, Joey, comes to get you. Marcus meets you on the way as Joey leads you to the private room.

"Look sweetheart you're off to a good start, you did a good job on stage and you already have a request for a private dance, don't fuck it up. Do what ever you want in there as long as his dick stays in his pants and that g-string stays over your cunt. Too many clubs have been shut down since the Mayor started his holier than thou crack down on strip joints and I don't plan to be one of them. They got sting operations going on every night, don't know who's a cop and who's not anymore, you feel me?"

"Yes Marcus, I understand, and I won't fuck anything up."

Your palms are sweating as Joey leads you into the room; your nipples harden with anticipation in spite of your nervousness. Joey collects the $75 when you turn and see the man's face.

"Patrick! What the fuck are you doing here? Shit! No! I quit. What the fuck Patrick, what are you doing here? Oh, my god, I can't believe you saw me. What the fuck Patrick, Joey, give him his money back, I… I work with him. I can't dance… I won't give him a lap dance. No!"

"Michelle, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have," Patrick stammers, "I, I, its just that I, well I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I just, WOW, you were so hot dancing and I, well, I just wanted to… I'm sorry, please, you don't have to do it, it's OK. I just think you're so sexy, and seeing you dance, and I wanted to tell you so many times before, but I can't… because… well, you know why."

"Shit, Patrick, I'm so embarrassed that you saw me here. What are you doing here?"

"You're embarrassed? When I saw you come out, I almost ran out the door, I don't want anyone from work knowing that I go to strip clubs, especially you. I didn't know you worked here; I haven't been to a club in years and just wanted to get out of the house. I was so shocked when you were dancing on stage, but you were so hot, I couldn't leave. But, I should have just left after you danced, I don't know what I was thinking when I asked for a private lap dance. I'm so sorry."

Joey interrupts, "Look, are the two of you just going to talk or what? As long as I'm in here, you're on the clock so there will be no refunds no matter what happens. Mr. Marcus don't give no refunds. So don't even ask for one, OK buddy?"

"Sure, no problem, keep the money. Michelle, I had better go, I didn't mean for this to happen. I'm sorry. I um, I won't tell anyone at all about it. I won't, you have my word."

"Thanks Patrick, believe me, I don't want anyone to know either, this is my first night working here and it's such an out of the way place I never thought anyone from work would come here."

"Well, that's why I picked this club, it's so out of the way I didn't think anyone from work would be here either. I'd better go, have a good night, and I'll uh, I'll see you Monday."

You watch Patrick leave, thinking, "Shit, oh my god, what the fuck was he doing here? Damn, how can I go to work on Monday, what if he tells everyone, everyone will look at me like I'm white trash, like I'm some kind of slut, a single mom out there walking the streets."

But, Patrick has been so nice to me. "Ever since I moved to the new office he has been so kind, always offering me encouragement, a shoulder to cry on when I needed it, helping me whenever I asked. He's been so easy to talk to, to share stuff with. He has been safe. Now what? What's going to happen on Monday?"

You go through your next two sets in a daze. But still make $390 after giving Marcus his cut, not bad for a first night and you really were out of it the last two dances, if you had been focused while you danced you would have made much more. Your mind is a ball of confusion on the drive home. What if someone else comes to the club? Will Patrick come back tomorrow or another night? Will he tell anyone at work? However, as you continue to drive home, your worry slowly fades.

"Fuck it, I need the money and it's only for three months, what's the worst that can happen anyway? Well, Stan could show up, what a prick. It isn't bad enough that I have to drive two hours to get to work now; I have to work for Stan as well. I don't mind Patrick seeing me dancing almost naked, but not Stan. I'll walk right out if he shows up."

As you pull into your driveway, you think about Patrick watching you dance. Sitting in the car with the engine off closing your eyes, you struggle with your thoughts.

"Don't Michelle; don't think about him like that, you can't. Get out of the car and go into the house. But, he's a guy, he has to think about me that way, he's always checking out my legs, and he even told me he has a thing for my feet. No matter how nice they are, how polite, they are still just guys, and deep down, they can't help themselves."

You slide your hand up to your breast as you hit the button to close the garage door. Squeezing it gently, your hand slowly changes into Patrick's caramel colored hand. Lifting your breast, he rubs the area right under your tit, wiping the sweat away as he slowly moves his fingers back and forth. You lean back in the seat as he slides his hand over your nipple; his palm is sweaty as it brushes across it. Cupping your tit, he takes your nipple between his thumb and forefinger squeezing it, pulling on it gently. He rolls it between his fingers as it hardens, putting enough pressure on it to take you to the edge of pleasure and pain. He cups your tit again, then pinches and pulls your nipple, when he releases it, his thumb circles your areola only to repeat the cycle again.

As you rub his thick forearm, your white hand sliding along his dark skin, his other hand slides along your stomach, stopping at your belly button, pausing a moment to play with it. Not tickling you, his touch is so light it teases you just the way you like it. Spreading your thighs a bit, you move your hips up and down a little, encouraging him to move his hand lower.

"Stop it Michelle, get out the car, and don't think about him, it's not going to happen. Go into the house, get your vibrator and think about anyone but him as you get off."

Patrick's fingers pull your g-string to the side and part your pussy lips, you cover his hand with yours, forcing two of his fingers inside your slit. You shudder as he penetrates you. Guiding him, you work his fingers in and out of you; your wetness covers them. He rubs your g-spot each time you force him inside you. Closing your thighs, trapping his fingers, you grind your clit against the palm of his hand until you explode. Patrick smiles and kisses you gently as he fades away. Exhausted, you climb out of the car and head for bed. It's 3 AM and you have to pick Rachel up by ten in the morning.

Saturday night is even better than Friday. The club was so crowed, between the money you made on stage and all the lap dances you cleared $1,120. No one you knew showed up either. You were nervous that Patrick might come back, but he didn't and everything went well. 

Marcus said, "You're a natural sweetheart, a real natural," as you left, putting a smile on your face for the drive home.

Monday morning comes excessively soon. You haven't been this nervous on your morning drive in to work since your first day on the job. Your palms are sliding along the steering wheel and you hope your deodorant doesn't wash away before you get into the office. "What is Patrick going to say? Did he call and tell anyone over the weekend?"

You arrive an hour before Patrick does and watch the clock slowly tick towards 9 AM. Four new collection files are on your desk so you try to immerse yourself in them to make the time pass.

"Good morning, good morning," Patrick walks in with his usual greeting for everyone as he walks towards his desk.

He looks at you, smiles, and says, "Good morning," as he always does before he takes his seat. The day is just like any other Monday, chatter about the weekend. Some jokes that are on the cutting edge of political correctness that would make your HR rep cringe if she heard them, and customer's cussing when you call them to try to help them catch up on their payments, just another day at My Mortgage Inc. Tuesday and Wednesday are just the same.

Thursday morning you decide to wear your khaki skirt, it's a little too short for work but it will pass, who has money for a new wardrobe anyway. When Patrick walks in you're standing next to Jenny's desk. He walks by saying good morning and he's already noticed your legs. As the day progresses, you catch him checking them out a few times. Everything is going smoothly until 3:00 PM when it all hits the fan. Stan, your manager, is out all week and Patrick has been backing him up. He's been in meetings off and on all day and comes out of the last one very pissed. 

Patrick says to no one in particular, "I've got to run some numbers for Jack and I don't know where to begin to get them from. Other people's incompetence should not make more work for me; I'm going to be here all night."

He sits down and starts working just as a customer starts cussing you out. You've dealt with difficult customers before but this one has you rattled, calling you a fucking liar repeatedly. You know how to deal with difficult customers, and you covered everything with this one, but he just gets to you. By the time you hang up you're in tears and have no idea why. Tommy, who sits across from you, just stares at you trying to figure out what to say. 

Patrick walks over and says, "Come on, lets go for a walk."

He takes you by the arm to help you up and leads you off the floor away from everyone, his hand resting on your back as you walk. His words are so calming, he reassures you that you know what you are doing, that you are in control, not some jerk on the phone that can't pay his mortgage. Patrick talks to you for twenty minutes his hand rubbing your back as you get yourself together.

"I'm sorry Pat, I don't know why he got to me, he just kept calling me a liar. I know you have a ton of work to do and I'm taking up your time crying. I just have a lot going on right now. If you need help with anything let me know, I had planned on staying late to catch up anyway so just ask."

Smiling Patrick says, "Do you know how to run an audit so I can get 2008 over 90 day late pays for March -- June so I can compare it to 2009 for the same time period?"

Laughing, the two of you, head back to your desks. The hours fly by, when you look up at the clock its 7 PM. The cleaning lady is just starting to vacuum down your aisle, the last one in the building. Patrick is still at his desk working, but the rest of the office is empty. One more phone call and you're out of here. 

You wait for her to finish and turn off the vacuum then dial the last customer of the day just as Patrick yells, "Done!"

He spins around in his chair and looks at you just as you say hello to the customer. You can tell he's excited and wants to tell you about what he just finished. Rushing through the conversation with the customer, you hang up and spin your chair around only to catch Patrick looking at your legs.

"Michelle, come look at this, what do you think of this spreadsheet?"

He turns to look at his monitor as you get up to walk over to his desk. When he points at the screen to show you the numbers you lean over closer to him. Your right breast touches his shoulder and your long hair brushes against his cheek and clean-shaven head. You're so close to him, when he turns to explain the numbers to you, he's close enough to kiss your cheek. You pull back quickly and he shifts in his seat, dropping his hand in his lap. You see the outline of his hard cock underneath his khakis just before his wrist covers it. He must have gotten hard looking at your legs before you walked over.

"You see Michelle, each month the 90 day numbers have gone up over thirty percent from last year and our staffing has dropped ten percent, that's why we're getting killed in here each day. Look at this as well," you lean back next to him as he points at the screen, your hair brushing his cheek again, "When I graph these numbers, look at the chart."


Pollyanna Ch. 02



Patrick drove home in silence that wonderful night with the windows down and the radio off as he grappled with what just took place. The feeling in his loins was incredible, but the struggle in his mind was as equally intense. He wanted Michelle so much, but he could only offer her friendship, and hot, passionate sex. She deserves more than that. He held the fingers of his left hand just below his nose, enjoying Michelle's scent while he drove, licking his lips occasionally to taste her sweet nectar.

My god she is so hot...WOW! But...everything has to go back to the way it was, this can't happen again, he thought.

Patrick closes his eyes, she's seated on Carol's desk with her legs spread wide, he kneels before her and looks at her inner labia, remembering how the lips flared out and lay over her outer labia as he ate her. They turned dark pink when he sucked on them. The memory of the contrasting colors of his caramel skin against her pale white thighs as he sucked her dark pink lips brought a smile to his face. He could still see the cute little wrinkles and creases in the tiny folds of skin that he traced with the tip of his tongue. 

Realizing he was still driving Patrick quickly opens his eyes, fortunately, the road was straight and there isn't much traffic out at 9:30 PM on a weeknight. Another whiff of Michelle's scent on his fingers brings his cock to full attention again as he pulls into his driveway. Pausing a moment, he waits for his erection to subside before getting out of the car. As he sits there, he knows he has to have her again. Not in the office, no, somewhere private, somewhere he can make love to her...

Laying her on a bed and admiring her beautiful body, taking in every inch of it, before kissing her from her head to her toes. Rolling her over on her stomach and massaging her back. Starting at her neck and slowly working his way down to her firm ass. It has just enough curve to it that he can cup it in his hands, rubbing and spreading her cheeks, kissing them. He gently fingers Michelle's tiny rosebud, teasing her, before continuing down each leg, sliding his strong hands along her thighs. Squeezing and kneading each one before moving down to her tight calves, and then playing with her toes as he gives her a foot massage. Next, turning her over on her back and running his tongue from her neck down between her soft full breasts, to her tummy, pausing to suck her belly ring into his mouth and tugging on it gently with his lips before moving down to her shaved valley. Patrick slowly licks every inch of it before he slides his hard cock inside her to make love to her.

Getting out of the car he reminds himself, Everything back to the way it was, they both agreed. 


Once inside Patrick grabs a plate of leftovers and heads for his home theater, popping in a movie to kill time, and waiting for everyone else to go to bed. He doesn't even know what movie he put in as he sits and thinks, Is she thinking about me now on her way home? Does she even want me again? Is she regretting what we just did? Will she believe me when I tell her that I have never done this before? I'm not some guy going through a mid-life crisis looking for an easy fuck to feel young again. I'm not a dog out fucking any woman that I can, I'm really am not just looking to use her for sex. I want her friendship too, and I will accept that even if we never do it again. But I want her so bad, what we did in the office was so hot, I have to have her again."

He closes his eyes, remembering her taste, her smell, picturing her breasts; her hard pink nipples point up slightly and have a tiny dimple right in the center of each one. The areolas are light pink and cover a perfect mouth sized area of her breast with tiny bumps on them. 

What is it about her that attracts me so much? Patrick wonders, I've been around pretty women before, and have always been able to say, "She's attractive," and move on. Michelle is definitely pretty; not a supermodel, but I find her so attractive and I can't get her out of my mind. She's funny and sensitive, not afraid to show her emotions. Her breasts are the perfect size and she has a nice little ass, not flat like a lot of white women, just enough to grab and hold onto. Every time I look at her, I want her. I want her soft breasts in my hands, my face between her legs, eating her until she explodes. Then sliding my cock inside her, watching it slowly enter her, pushing her lips apart as it disappears, stroking her slowly until I fill her...

Patrick drifts off to sleep thinking of Michelle.

The days at work pass uneventfully; for the past two months Patrick and Michelle share knowing glances every now and then, but neither one mentions what took place between them. Carol caught them looking at each other once and suspects something. She'd be shocked as hell if she ever found out what they really did, but she wouldn't say anything to anyone. She's never mentioned that morning when she found their juices on her desk. Besides, both of them would deny it anyway. So, they each remember that special evening in their own private way. 

Whenever Michelle wears a dress or skirt Patrick imagines sitting her on Carol's desk a second time, lifting it up to her waist, exposing her, before getting on his knees between her legs. Next, he kisses her along her soft inner thighs, pleased with the simple beauty of her smooth white skin as he works his way up to her wet slit. Watching her pink lips swell and darken as they open like a flower for his tongue, stopping to look up at her smiling face before sucking on each petal, pulling on them with his lips, and stretching them. Then taking her swollen clit into his mouth and licking it with the tip of his tongue, tasting her juices as they cover his nose, mouth and chin... 


Michelle still catches Patrick staring at her legs now that she is wearing more dresses and skirts for him. She knows how hard he gets looking at her and wants to walk over to his chair and free his cock. Grabbing his shaft and taking his head into her mouth, gently sucking on it, and then tracing her tongue around the swollen rim. Eagerly, she licks up the drop of pre cum that oozes out of his tip, and then traces the veins that run along his hard dark shaft with her tongue, before taking him in her mouth, sucking as she works her way down to his pubes. Feeling his hands run through her long hair as she pleases him. Just before he squirts his load she straddles him and slides it deep inside her...

But, the phone always rings, or someone says something to snap them out of their private fantasies. No one knows his or her secret as the work continues to pile up at My Mortgage Inc. More and more customers are feeling the pinch of the economic down turn. Everyone is doing their best to focus on the customers and trying to help them even though the pressure is building from management to keep payments high. Unfortunately, Patrick and Michelle's co-workers begin taking out their frustrations on each other. 

They are snapping at one another, not bothering to help with questions on difficult workout packages. All the joking around they used to do has stopped. Everyone is on edge.

Things are just tense amongst them, until their manager Stan announces, "We need to have some fun, this work is really getting to everyone. We need to get out of the office and do something fun."

"Yeah," Tommy says, "let's go bowling that would be fun and a great team building activity."

"Shut up Tommy, who wants to leave work to go to some stupid bowling alley?" Jenny quips. "How about we leave early and all go home, we'll call it a sanity break from each other, lord knows I need one from you guys, that and a glass or two of wine." She ends her statement with her annoying laugh that she does after every comment she makes.

"Jenny, you know we can't do that," Stan says sarcastically.

Always the perky one, Carol says, "I know, we can have a crab feast at my house. I only live fifteen minutes from the office so it's not out of the way. We can all put in a few dollars and buy a couple of bushels of crabs and beer. My husband Bobby is home in the afternoons so he can grill some hot dogs and hamburgers as well. It will be a blast."


Stan agrees along with the rest of the team members and Carol begins making plans. Jenny loves to cook, a regular Julia Childs, cooking sherry and all, so Carol puts her in charge of the side dishes. Michelle and Ivan have the desserts, Tommy and Marcus the adult beverages, and Stan and Patrick will get the crabs, dogs, and burgers. The rest of the team will handle the condiments, non-alcoholic beverages, and any other miscellaneous items. Carol has a large house at the end of a cul de sac with a nice sized deck on the back. There is space for everyone to gather on the deck or you can slip off into the game room, shoot some pool, and play foosball. It's a perfect place for a small party. They plan it for Wednesday in two weeks...





Pollyanna Ch. 02



After a few minutes Michelle yelled, "Hey Pat, I'm going to grab another beer do you want me to bring you one?"

"Sure Michelle, I'd love to have another cold one."

Michelle joined Patrick at the end of the deck and leaned on the railing next to him. They sipped their beers in silence.

After a few minutes Patrick said, "I have to go to the bathroom," winking at Michelle he walked inside.

When he left, Michelle told Carol and Bobby she was going down to the game room for a few minutes to see what was going on.

While Patrick was washing his hands the bathroom door opened and Michelle slipped inside. Before it closed, Patrick had her back against it and his hands under her skirt grabbing her ass. It slammed shut as he pressed her against it, kissing her as if he just couldn't get enough of her. His hands were squeezing her ass, spreading her cheeks. They both knew that they didn't have much time and would have to settle for a quickie. Still kissing her, Patrick stepped back to drop his shorts, Michelle grabbed his cock and guided it towards her as he lifted her skirt. Placing Patrick's head on her opening, he lifted her off the floor holding her ass as he slid inside her. His first thrust slammed her against the door with a loud bang.


Patrick turned around and put Michelle's ass on the edge of the sink, she wrapped her legs around his waist as he slid inside her deeper. She bit her lower lip as his fucked her; she wanted to let him know how good it felt, having him inside her, but she had to be quiet. His head plowed in and out of her, his thighs hitting the front of the counter each time he thrust. He let out a soft moan as he came and continued to stroke her, keeping his cock inside her until he felt her walls contacting around it signaling her orgasm. He kept sliding in and out of her until her body relaxed and she put her feet on the floor.

When he caught his breath, Patrick grabbed a paper towel, and wiped his cock off before pulling up his pants. He smiled at Michelle, gave her a quick kiss and slipped out the bathroom. Quickly, he made his way back to the deck, while Michelle cleaned herself up, so he wouldn't be missed. When he got back, he asked Carol and Bobby where Michelle went.

"She went down to the game room," Carol said, "Did you bring your swim trunks with you?"

"Yes Carol, who else did you ask to hang out in the hot tub?"

"Oh just a couple other people," Carol says coyly, "It's after six so more people should be leaving soon, grab another beer."

The rest of the team members started leaving as Patrick sipped his beer. 

Tommy says, "Come on Patrick lets go, I'm sure Carol and Bobby want their house back," as he stands by the door.

Carol replies laughing, "He's drinking another beer Tommy, he has to wait an hour before he leaves now."

Bobby takes the cover off the hot tub and turns it on after Tommy leaves, "Get your trunks Patrick, it will be just right by the time you get back."

When Patrick returns Bobby is already in the tub, Patrick grabs another beer and joins him, wondering who else Carol asked to stay. When he sits down Michelle and Carol walk out in two of the hottest bikinis he has ever seen. He stares at Michelle as she walks over to the tub taking in her beauty; Carol is watching him the whole time. Carol gets in the tub and snuggles up against Bobby, Michelle sits down next to Patrick, placing her hand on his thigh she rests her head on his shoulder. Patrick puts his arm around her and sips his beer.

Carol stares at them as a smile creeps across her face, "I knew it, I knew it, I knew it," she exclaims. "I knew something was up with you two. You two...wait...you two haven't...you didn't. Oh my god, oh my god," Carol puts her hand over her mouth. "Are you two fucking?"

Patrick and Michelle just smile as Michelle slides her hand along his thigh under his swim trunks.

"Oh no...NO" Carol says, "That morning in the office...Bobby you remember that day when I told you something smelled on my desk baby, did you two fuck on my desk? You didn't, did you? Tell me you weren't fucking on my desk," Carol drawls out the word "desk."

"I'm sorry Carol, I, we, we had to leave, it was late and we didn't have time to clean it off. We had to get home. I'm so sorry, but it was so funny when you said, 'this shit smells like pussy' that morning, I almost bit a hole in my tongue to keep from laughing," replied Patrick.

They all shared a laugh and had a great time talking in the hot tub. Carol didn't ask any more questions about what they were doing. Michelle and Patrick were so relieved, it's not that they wanted their secret out, they were both glad that Carol wasn't judging them and what they were doing and they knew she would keep her mouth shut. Time flew by and before anyone knew it, it was 10:00 PM.

"Listen," Carol said, "we're all adults here, what the two of you are doing is your business, but we all had a few drinks and it's late. Driving right now probably isn't a good idea. If the two of you want to, you can crash here for a little while before you go home; we have a guest bedroom you can use. I'm not trying to be funny, but it's on the other side of the house from our room, so if you make a little noise before you go to sleep that's your business. When you're ready to go, you can let yourselves out, that way I won't know how long you stayed. OK."

"Thanks Carol," they reply together. 

Getting out of the hot tub, they each grab a towel to wipe off a little. Holding hands, they head for the guest bedroom. Once inside they embrace in the middle of the room, their hands rubbing each other's back. Patrick initiates their kiss, tilting his head slightly to the side, pressing his lips against hers. Opening her lips and sliding his tongue in her mouth as his hands once again find her tight ass. They stand and kiss as Michelle moves her hips, swaying slightly, gently pressing against Patrick's growing cock.

He unties her bikini top and lets it fall to the floor, her breasts rest against his chest as they continue to embrace, each nipple hard and standing at attention. After kissing her neck, and teasing her with his tongue, Patrick leads her over to the bed, laying her down on it, Michelle lifts her hips and he slides her bottoms off. He stands over her as she lies on the bed, staring at her beautiful nakedness. Patrick wanted this. He wanted to admire her body, looking at every inch of her, as she offered it to him. He stared at her face, looking into her eyes, holding her gaze before moving down to her thin lips. She smiled as he took her in, feeling so good knowing that Patrick was admiring her beauty in that very moment.

His eyes follow her neck down to her breasts. He watches them rise and fall as she breathes. Her nipples are erect, waiting for his lips to suck on them. He continues down her body, across her flat stomach. The moonlight flashes off her belly ring with each breath. When his eyes reach the cleft between her legs, Patrick takes off his swim trunks. His cock is hard and points out at a 90-degree angle from his body. Her pink lips are staring to swell but are not full yet, closing his eyes briefly, he thinks about the pleasure he is going to have licking those lips.

He opens his eyes and continues his journey down her body, taking in her shapely toned legs, knowing they will soon be wrapped around his waist. When his eyes reach her feet, he sits on the edge of the bed beside her. 

Leaning over, brushing her hair from her face, Patrick says, "You are so beautiful Michelle, thank you for giving yourself to me," and kisses her gently.

Lying down next to her, his cock pressing on her thigh, he continues to kiss Michelle as his hand finds her breast. Covering her nipple with the palm of his hand, he massages her tit, squeezing and rubbing it lightly. Taking her nipple between his thumb and forefinger he rolls it, twisting it gently before letting go and massaging her breast again. Michelle reaches for his cock to stroke it but he tells her "no," moving her hand from it. Grabbing both her wrists Patrick pins her arms above her head, causing her breasts to rise on her ribcage.

He sucks one of her hard nipples into his mouth, licking it with his tongue before biting down on it. Moving his head back, he stretches her nipple, pulling her breast into a cone shape, letting his teeth rake across it before releasing it to suck on it again. Letting out a soft moan with each bite, Michelle tries to free her hands, to grab Patrick's head, but he tightens his grip on her wrists letting her know not to struggle against him. He continues to suck and softly bite her breast, not just the nipple now, all over it, biting her just hard enough to give pleasure and just a hint of pain.

"Pat, please stop teasing me," Michelle groans, "it feels so good, my nipples are so sensitive right now, suck them for me."

Releasing her wrists, he sits up beside her, pressing her tits together, he sucks each nipple, holding one in his mouth as he sucks and licks it before switching to the other nipple. Michelle grabs his head holding it as he sucks her breast, her hips slowly gyrating. 

"Do you want me Michelle? Do you want me inside of you?"

"Yes Pat, make love to me, make love to me now."


Patrick slides his hand between her legs; her juices are flowing freely as he spreads her lips. After parting them, he slides two fingers inside, opening her. He climbs between her legs; Michelle holds his cock guiding it inside her. He enters slowly, his head pushing its way between her pussy lips. When he's in down to his balls Patrick kisses Michelle before pulling back. Looking into her eyes he slowly strokes her. Every inch of his cock sliding in and out as Michelle wraps her legs around his waist, taking him in as deep as possible. Each stroke is long and slow, pulling out until just the tip of his cock is on her swollen lips. As he slides back in, Michelle can feel his head throbbing inside her, moaning each time he hits the bottom of her open cunt, pressing her ass into the bed.

"This is how I wanted you Michelle, to feel your legs wrapped around my waist as I made love to you, looking into your pretty eyes, kissing you as we fucked. I want you; I want all of you Michelle."

Michelle grabs the back of her knees, pulling them back next to her shoulders, rotating her pussy up, changing the angle, allowing Patrick to penetrate her even deeper. He lifts himself up on his knees, stroking her harder and faster, looking down at her breasts, watching them bounce with each thrust.

"Right there Pat, fuck me right there."

The animal side of Patrick takes over; he no longer takes her slowly and passionately. Nearing orgasm he pounds his cock in and out of Michelle's dripping tunnel. Their bodies slap together as his hard thrusts crash down on her. Patrick moves up higher on her so the tip of her clit rubs his shaft with each stroke. Now in a push-up position Patrick thrusts, then grinds his cock inside her before pulling back to do it again. His head expands and his balls tighten up as they prepare to release his cum.

"Yes, Pat, right there, oh my god yes, I'm going to cum. YEEEEESSSSSSS, oh god YES! AHHHHHHH! I'm cumming, fuck me harder Pat."

The flood of warm juices that squirt out of Michelle causes Patrick to cum instantly. 

"UHHHHHHHHHH," Patrick yells as he cums, thrusting his cock all the way in her as he squirts his load. He slams his cock in and out of her as they both cum together. Patrick grunts as he pumps her full of his hot seed.

Breathing heavily Patrick looks at Michelle with a huge grin on his face, "You squirted!" He says excitedly, "WOW, you are so awesome Michelle."

Shaking and gasping for breath, Michelle replies, "You made me feel so good Pat, I haven't done that in a long time, you feel so good inside me, I just let go, it felt so good baby."


Patrick collapses on top of her, his cock slowly softening inside her, twitching as he tries to force more cum out of it. After catching his breath, Patrick grabs one of the towels they dropped on the floor and puts it under her. Lying down next to her, in a spoon position, Patrick strokes her arm as they drift off to sleep...

Patrick's cell phone alarm goes off at 1 AM, after getting up to turn it off he crawls back in bed, his face between Michelle's legs. Her pussy is still wet, filled from their lovemaking. Using just the tip of his tongue Patrick licks her, and then slides his tongue inside her. Michelle moans and stretches, waking up as he eats her pussy. 

"Pat, that feels so good, but we have to go, we can't stay."

"I want you to cum again Michelle; I want to taste you when you squirt like that," Patrick says before he licks the sides of her clit, moving her hood up and down with his tongue.

Michelle presses herself against his mouth and says, "MMM, that feels so good baby, come here Pat, come up here with me. Pat you made me feel so good tonight; but, I can't handle another orgasm like that right now. I do want you again though, we'll be together again, and you can lick me until I squirt all over your face, OK baby. We have to go."

"OK, I just want you in my mouth; I want you to cum like that for me again, I want to taste you so badly when you squirt like that."

"You will Pat," Michelle says while looking into his eyes and stroking his face. "I'll cum for you whenever you want me to. You can eat my pussy anytime."

They get out of bed and get dressed. Patrick takes the sheets, wet from their time together, off and puts them with their towels in a pile at the foot of the bed. As Michelle opens the door, he pulls her to him and kisses her before they walk out. 

Once outside Patrick walks her to her car, kisses her again and says, "Thank you Michelle, thank you so much, that was so special," and watches her drive off. 

When he starts his car, Carol rolls over and smiles at Bobby, "I can't wait to see them at work tomorrow," she says to him, and then closes her eyes and goes to sleep...





Pollyanna Ch. 03



Patrick was devastated by the news. It hit him like a ton of bricks. He stood against the wall frozen as Stan made the announcement. Stan called the team together that morning for a quick meeting in his office. Everyone crowded inside; Jenny was annoyed her day was being interrupted so early. Tommy had that clueless look on his face that he always has, Patrick leaned against the wall by Stan's desk. Michelle and Carol stood together on the other side of the small office. The rest of the team members filled the room.

Stan said, "I'm pleased to announce that Michelle is being transferred back to her old office, she will be assuming a new role in the fraud department. I know we will all miss her but this is a challenging new opportunity for her and she will be closer to home again, it will make things a lot easier on her."

Everyone congratulated Michelle, they all new how hard the move to this office had been on her and Rachel, everyone but Patrick. He was numb; he couldn't even look at her. Patrick walked back to his desk in a daze; he sat down and began working, just going through the motions. The news spread through the office quickly and other co-workers came up to congratulate her, but Patrick just focused on his work, he didn't even turn around when someone told a joke or mentioned his name.

Patrick knew what they had, no matter how special, couldn't last. Their circumstances just wouldn't allow it, but for it to end already, after only two encounters, he wasn't ready for that. The passion that they shared when they made love was incredible. They consumed each other when they were together. It was so intense, so erotic when their bodies embraced. Michelle would wrap her legs around Patrick's waist, his caramel colored cock sliding in and out of her white pussy, slowly at first, then faster as their passion-intensified building to that ultimate release for both of them. Cumming together, then collapsing on the bed exhausted. But, why did it have to end so soon?

Maybe this was for the best, before things got out of hand or before they were caught. They kept their secret well, only Carol knew. Both were very careful with how they interacted in the office. Patrick did slip up once, pinching Michelle's ass when she was getting smart with him, but no one saw.

Finally, Patrick turned and looked at her, "Congratulations Michelle, this is great for you and Rachel; it will make things a lot better for you. Don't forget about us when you leave, make sure you keep in touch," he said with a forced laugh.

Michelle got up and walked over to Patrick's desk, "I'm so sorry Pat, I tried to call you to tell you yesterday, it all happened so fast. You know it really was a hard decision for me to make. I was torn with leaving you, leaving everyone here, but its been so hard on me. The drive everyday, making arrangements for Rachel, it has just been too much for me."

"It's ok Michelle," Patrick replied, "I understand, I would have been upset with you if you had made a different decision. I know what its like to drive almost 2 hours to get to work, it's very stressful, and it takes its toll on you."

Patrick wanted to hold her so badly right then, to take her in his arms and kiss her, pull her body against his, feel her breast pressed against his chest as his hands found her ass. However, all he could do is sit at his desk and look into her eyes. He hoped that she could feel exactly what he was feeling for her at that moment.

Michelle smiled knowingly at him and walked back to her desk. She was close to tears but had to keep it together. So much and gone on the past few months, from the move to the new office, dancing as Pollyanna at the Wild Italian to the affair with Patrick. It's no wonder that there have been health issues to deal with, emotional issues to deal with, and Patrick issues to deal with. He has been so kind, not just a fuck buddy, but a lover, a comforter, and an encourager. The sex has been fantastic Michelle thought; Patrick loves to eat my pussy, to suck on my lips and clit, making me cum before he slides his cock in me. Then stroking me so slowly, feeling every inch of him sliding in and out me before pumping me full of his cum...

The next few days were uneventful, just the usual work, everyone was very busy. People were trying to squeeze in vacation days before year-end so the phones were ringing non-stop. It was uneventful that is, until Patrick stopped Michelle in the copier room Wednesday afternoon.

"Michelle, can I go you home after the Holiday Party Friday night?"

"What?" Michelle replied, the question totally unexpected. "Um...I um, I don't know Patrick. I don't know if that's, if that's a good idea," she stammered after being caught off guard.

"Well, think about it and let me know Michelle. I want to be with you before you leave to go back to your old office. Let me know after you have thought about it, please."

Friday came and Michelle still had not given Patrick an answer. Neither of them was sure if it was the right thing, but they both knew that they wanted each other, even if it was going to be for the last time. Michelle left the office without giving him reply. At home, she showered and put on her black skirt, stockings, garter belt, and a black g-string. A black lace bra and a silk lavender blouse completed her ensemble. It was sexy but conservative enough for an office party.

At his home, Patrick showered and put on his dark blue Hickey Freeman suit and a light blue shirt. A red tie completed his outfit. As he drove to the banquet hall, he thought about Michelle, wondered what she would wear to the party. Was he going to go home with her that evening? Luther was playing on the radio as he drove; ironically, the DJ selected If Only for One Night. 

They sat next to each other at the team table. The drinks were flowing and the music was jumping, everyone was having a great time. When dinner was served and everyone was focused on eating Patrick placed his hand on Michelle's thigh, sliding it along her leg under her skirt. He paused when his fingers reached the top of her stocking and touched her soft flesh just inches away for her V. Michelle discretely spread her legs a little inviting his fingers to continue their journey. When they reached their destination, he found the material of her g-string damp.

Michelle leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Follow me home tonight Pat, I want you to make love to me."

Patrick smiled as they finished their dinner. After dessert, they go up and mingled with everyone, making sure to say hello and chat with people in different parts of the room. They had agreed that Michelle would leave first, wait in the parking lot for five minutes then drive down the road to the shopping plaza. Patrick would meet her there 10 minutes later and follow her home. After the dancing started and a few people left Michelle said her good byes. Fifteen minutes later Patrick met her at the shopping plaza and trailed her to her home.

Patrick followed Michelle into the house and closed the door behind him. His palms were sweaty, a nervous smile on his face as he watched Michelle walk. It had been three months since they made love at Carol's house, Patrick felt as if it was going to be their first time all over again. He could feel his cock starting to harden as he walked behind Michelle. Her ass swayed with each step. Patrick's eyes moved down from her ass to admire her legs, the black stocking accentuating her calves as the muscles contacted and relaxed with each step.

Michelle led him into the living room and stood by the sofa. Patrick sat down and she straddled him, her breast level with his mouth. Placing his hands on the back of her thighs, Patrick slowly slid them up her legs under her skirt. Michelle shivered a little as his hands slid over the top of her stockings onto her skin. They were still cold from the outside air. When they reached her soft ass, she lowered herself onto his lap. Patrick titled his head back and their lips met. A soft short kiss at first, then Patrick cupped her ass, his fingers sliding between her cheeks, the tips pressing against her g-sting. Michelle responded with a long passionate kiss, her lips opening his as she slid her tongue into his mouth. Michelle's hands held the back of Patrick's shaved head, pulling him into her kiss.

They both wanted the moment to last forever. Michelle broke their embrace pulling her head back and placing her hands on his shoulders. They stared at each other for a moment, both realizing how hot and passionate the rest of the night was going to be. But, they weren't going to tear each others clothes off and fuck like rabbits; it was going to be slow and sensual, each offering their body to the other. They were going to savor every minute as they made love.

"Unbutton your blouse Michelle."

Michelle's hands moved to the buttons of her lavender blouse, slowly unbuttoning each one. Patrick held her ass as he watched, smiling as more of her milky white skin was revealed before him. After she unbuttoned the last button, she unhooked the front of her bra and leaned forward. Patrick's tongue slid along her skin between her breast, then he used his lips to pull one of the cups off her tit. The nipple was hard and waiting for his mouth. Patrick took it gently between his lips, her silk blouse brushing his face. Michelle lifted her breast and pushed it into his open mouth offering it to him. He sucked the areola, the tip of his tongue pressing against her nipple. Michelle grabbed the back of his head again, pushed herself against his lips and closed her eyes. She leaned her head back and enjoyed the moment. Michelle new that Patrick was going to take his time with her, explore every inch of her body before he would finally slide his cock into her secret garden, filling her with his manhood.

Patrick alternated between her tits, sucking one, raking his teeth across her nipple as he released it to take the other one into his mouth. All the while, his hands explored her ass, parting her cheeks, sliding his fingers along her crack. Pulling her g-string to the side, he let his fingers brush her tight rosebud. Michelle's body stiffened when he placed the pad of his finger on her hole. She arched her back, squeezing her cheeks together trapping it between them. Some of her juices had run down from her soaking wet pussy, Patrick used them as a lubricant as he teased the rim of her ass. Michelle tried to push back, to get him to slide his finger inside her but he pulled it away. Moaning softly, Michelle expressed her disappointment that he would not probe her ass. 

Releasing her nipple Patrick looked up at her and smiled, "Soon Michelle, but not yet. Take me to your bedroom."

Taking his hand Michelle led Patrick to the bedroom. After lighting a small candle that is sitting on her dresser she walks over to the bed where Patrick is standing. He is loosening his tie as she walks up; grabbing it, she smiles and pulls him to her. As they kiss, he pushes his leg between hers and Michelle rubs against his thigh. Patrick removes her blouse and bra and lets them fall to the floor. Next, he unzips the back of her skirt and lets it fall as well. Michelle reaches for his belt to undue his pants but he stops her. 

"Please Patrick," begs Michelle, "I want to feel your hard cock in my hands, I want to cup your balls as I massage them. I want you in my mouth Pat, I want to please you baby."

"You will Michelle, just surrender yourself to me tonight and you will please me."

Michelle whispers in his ear, "I'm yours baby, take me where ever you want to go tonight."

Laying her down on the bed Patrick kneels on the floor between her legs. He unhooks the stocking on her right leg from her garter belt. Kissing her inner thigh just above the top of it he slowly rolls it down. His lips caress each inch of her leg as it is uncovered. Sliding it off her foot his fingers gently tickle her sole. Then he works his way back up her leg with his lips and tongue, stopping just as he reaches the triangle of cloth covering her special place. He unclips the stocking on her left leg and repeats the process. This time he slides her g-string off when his lips reach it, revealing her shaved pussy. Her inner labia have swollen and the lips have flared out over her outer labia. The tip of her clit has become engorged and is protruding from under its protective hood waiting for his lips to kiss and suck it.

Patrick lets the tip of his tongue slide along her wet slit just barely touching her clit. He savors her taste on his tongue before lifting Michelle's legs and turning her on the bed. Taking one of Michelle's stockings, he ties it around her wrist. A nervous smile creeps across her face as he ties the other end to the bedpost. Walking around to the other side of the bed, he ties her other wrist to the other bedpost. Subconsciously Michelle crosses her legs, Patrick smiles at her modesty as he takes off his necktie. Using it as a blindfold, he lays it across Michelle's eyes and ties it behind her head. Standing beside the bed Patrick quietly removes his clothes admiring her gorgeous body.

Michelle strains to hear what he is doing, her skin crawls with anticipation as she waits for Patrick's touch. But he just stares at her, watching her breast rise and fall with each breath, her pink nipples moving in unison. His eyes follow the curves of her beautiful body, stopping at her belly piercing shining in the candle light.

"Uncross your legs Michelle and spread them for me."

Michelle obeys, uncrossing her legs, opening them for Patrick. Her pussy lips swollen and full move in unison with her breathing.

"Patrick...lick my pussy...make me cum Pat...Please...I need you...I want to feel your tongue inside me eating my pussy," Michelle pleads with him.

She struggles against her restraints, wanting to grab him and force his face between her legs. But Patrick sits on the bed beside her and kisses her. 

"Do you want me Michelle? Do you want me to make love to you?"

"Yes."

"Tell me how much you want me."

"Please Patrick...stop. Stop teasing me baby." Michelle again pulls against her restraints trying the grab him, "Take me Patrick, my pussy is yours tonight."

Patrick gets up and slips out of the room. He makes his way to the kitchen and begins looking through the cabinets. Michelle calls for him from the bedroom. Patrick can hear the nervousness in her voice. He finds a small jar of honey, pours some in a cup, and heats it in the microwave. He puts a couple of ice cubes in anther cup and makes his way back to the bedroom.

"Patrick...Patrick, where are you?" Michelle asks, her voice trembling.

"I'm here Michelle," he replies as he sits on the bed next to her.

"Where did you go? What are you doing?" Her voice cracking slightly this time.

Her palms begin sweating, she tugs on the stockings and rolls her hips slowly from side to side as she waits for Patrick, wondering what he is about to do. He pours a small amount of the warm honey on her right breast covering her nipple. A soft moan escapes her lips when his mouth sucks on her tit cleaning the honey off. As soon as he releases it from his mouth, he places a piece of ice on the left one. Michelle's body jerks as she shrieks, the cold sensation causes her nipple to stand at attention. She tries to roll away but the stockings keep her from moving far, he follows her tit, keeping the ice on it. 

"Take it off, take it off Patrick," she pleads with him. "It's so cold."

He removes the ice and pours the honey on it warming it back up, letting some drizzle down between her breasts. Michelle waits to feel his warm tongue licking it up but he puts ice on her right nipple instead. He continues the ritual of ice and warm honey alternating between her tits. Michelle squirms and shrieks or moans as the sensations change, begging him to stop one moment, pleading with him to suck her tits harder the next. Her pussy aches for attention as he continues to play with her breasts, her juices flowing freely down her slit.

Leaving her nipples red and puffy Patrick places the palm of his hand on her mons. He uses his fingers to part her lips sliding one inside her. Michelle immediately bucks her hips; she had been waiting for months for his fingers to enter her again. He quickly finds her g-spot and begins to stroke it using a come-hither motion. 

"Yes baby, stroke my pussy, I want to squirt for you. You have me so horny Pat, I'm ready to cum"

Patrick slides a second finger inside her as he climbs between her legs lowering his mouth to her swollen clit. Pressing up on her g-spot with his fingers, he sucks her clit into his mouth sending her over the edge when his tongue touches the sensitive tip. Michelle's body trembles as the first orgasmic wave flows through her. Patrick continues to stroke her g-spot applying a little more pressure to it before spreading his fingers apart to stroke the outer edges of it. 

Releasing her clit from his lips he presses down on her g-spot from the outside with one hand and strokes it rhythmically from the inside with the other. A second wave begins to build, this one from deep inside her body, much more intense as it begins to sweep through her. Michelle grinds her hips against his fingers as they work her spot, her breathing turns to short pants matching his strokes along the inside of her pussy wall. Her juices cover his fingers as she nears her second orgasm of the night.

Arching her back, her pussy begins to spasm forcing Patrick's fingers out; she explodes in ecstasy squirting her warm juices on his hand, soaking the bed. Her legs shake uncontrollably as she cums, squirting even more of her sweet nectar on Patrick, they open and close involuntarily prolonging the tidal wave flowing through her like a tsunami.

"Fuck me Pat, fuck me hard now," Michelle says her voice full of passion.

Patrick plows his cock deep into her pussy, he feels it still contacting as he slides in down to his balls. Michelle locks her legs around his waist trying to pull him in even deeper. Patrick begins to stroke her as the pleasure of being inside her send warm sensations through his loins.

"Harder baby, it's your pussy, fuck me harder," Michelle implores.

Pulling back until just his tip is resting on her lips Patrick slams his cock back inside her, pressing her ass into he bed before pulling back and ramming her cunt again and again.

"Oh my god yes Patrick fuck me."

Patrick raises his body off her tits and looks down between them, watching his cock slide in and out of her lips. Michelle's juices cause his cock to shine in the flickering candle light as he pounds her pussy. Grabbing her legs, he puts them over his shoulders, and continues to ram his cock in and out of her. Michelle pulls against the stockings trying to free her self to grab him. Feeling his orgasm start to build in his balls Patrick slows down his strokes wanting to make love to Michelle as long as possible.

"It feels so good inside you Michelle, your pussy is so good baby" he whispers.

Patrick's strokes become slow and deliberate, letting her legs down off his shoulders he moves up higher so his shaft slides along her clit. His balls slap the bottom of her slit. He makes love to her slowly, letting his orgasm build, kissing her face and neck while he takes her pussy. 

"Squeeze my cock baby," Patrick whispers in Michelle's ear, "make me cum now,"

Michelle grips his cock, squeezing her walls around his shaft, and Patrick explodes inside her. His hot cum filling her soaking wet pussy. He collapses on top of her still squirting cum deep into her cunt. Pressing his face against her, his breath warms her neck as he breathes deeply. The smell of there lovemaking filling the air is intoxicating. After a few minutes he slides her blindfold off, Patrick stares into Michelle's eyes before kissing her, his cock slowly softening and popping out of her.




Pollyanna Ch. 03



"Untie me Pat; I want to hold you in my arms."

Removing her restraints, they embrace each other kissing softly. No words are spoken between them as they bask in the glow of their lovemaking. Moving into a spoon position Patrick traces the curves of her breast as the lay together; time seems to standstill for them on this night. After awhile Michelle gets up and goes to the kitchen, she returns with a glass of wine for each of them. They sit on the edge of the bed sipping their drinks, Michelle's hand in Patrick's lap, stroking him gently her head resting on his strong shoulder.

Finishing their wine, Patrick puts the glasses on the night stand. Michelle kneels before him, taking him into her mouth. Sucking the head of his cock, she milks a few drops of cum out before sliding him all the way in. Her head bobs up and down, as her lips slide along his shaft coxing him to a full erection.

"Hold my balls while you suck it Michelle that feels so good."

Michelle cups his balls, massaging them as she sucks his cock. Placing his hands behind her head Patrick guides her mouth down his shaft until her nose touches his pubic hair. His head throbs against her warm tongue as she pulls her head back before taking him down her throat again.

Lying back on the bed Patrick says, "I want to eat you Michelle, come up on the bed."

Michelle climbs on the bed and straddles his face before taking him back into her mouth. Patrick slides his tongue in her as they 69 on the bed. He alternates between sucking and licking her clit then fucking her with his tongue. When she can't take it anymore Michelle turns around and sits on his face. Grabbing the headboard, she grinds her pussy into his mouth and nose. Patrick plunges his tongue in and out of her cunt as she rides his face. When she presses down on him, he sucks her clit hard sending her to another orgasm. Rubbing her pussy on his face, covering his nose, mouth and chin Patrick struggles to breathe but keeps her clit between his lips until the orgasm finally subsides.

Patrick guides Michelle onto her hands and knees. Pushing her face onto the bed and pulling her ass up Patrick mounts her from behind, sliding his cock in her. Holding her hips to steady her, he fucks her with long hard strokes. Instead of slow and deliberate, Patrick pounds her cunt, Michelle struggles to stay up on her knees, her tits bouncing with each jolt as he thrusts in and out of her.

"Oh my god yes, Michelle, give me all of your hot pussy, push back on my cock, I'm going to cum," Patrick yells.

Reaching back between her legs Michelle grabs his balls and squeezes them. Patrick grunts as he cums inside her, his final thrust knocks her off her knees. He rides her down onto the bed continuing to stroke her pussy while laying on top of her ass, his cock twitching, pushing out the last drops of his cum.

Exhausted Patrick rolls on his side and wraps his arms around Michelle. She snuggles up against him smiling as they drift off to sleep...

Patrick awakens with a start. Sitting up he watches Michelle sleep, gently brushing her hair from her face. He doesn't want to leave, wanting the night to last forever, but knows that he has to go. He wakes Michelle with a gentle kiss.

"I have to go Michelle."

Stretching to finish waking up, Michelle asks, "Can you stay? I don't want you to go yet; I want to sleep in your arms a little longer. I like being close to you."

"If I stay Michelle I'll want you again and I'll be here all night."

"I know Pat; I know you have to go, but..."

Michelle reaches her hand behind his neck and pulls him to her, kissing him while lying on her back. Patrick doesn't resist his cock pressing against her thigh, he cups her breast and she reaches for him, grabbing his shaft helping his erection grow.

When he is fully erect Michelle straddles him and guides him inside. Closing her eyes, loosing her self in the pleasure of Patrick's hard cock, Michelle works her pussy like she never has. Patrick reaches up and holds her breast, pinching and twisting the nipples, enjoying the expression of pleasure on her face. Rotating her hips she grinds on his cock then starts moving up and down, his head piercing her cunt stretching it open as she tries to take him deeper.

Leaning forward Michelle reaches down and holds his shaft pulling his cock out of her. She guides his head to her asshole and slowly rocks back on it. Letting the head enter her tight hole she pauses a moment, relaxing, before pushing back a little more taking him a little deeper. She pauses again; Patrick tries hard not to focus on what he's feeling, her hot tight ass taking his cock. Repeating to himself don't cum, don't cum. Michelle sits up and slides the rest of his cock into her ass letting all her weight rest on his loins.

Grabbing her hips, Patrick gasps, "Don't move baby."

Michelle freezes not wanting Patrick to cum yet.

After a minute or two she begins to move her ass up and down on his cock. His thick head stretching her as it slides in and out of her tight rosebud. Reaching down Michelle takes her clit between her thumb and finger and strokes it, moving her hood up and down along the sides. Placing his feet flat on the bed Patrick starts thrusting; grabbing her hips he forces his cock in her. 

"I'm going to cum Michelle, I can't hold it baby."

Michelle plunges her fingers inside her cunt as Patrick cums. Her fingers slide in and out of her pussy as he fucks her ass, she cums with him, her pussy exploding in orgasmic pleasure. Both of their bodies writhing with pleasure as the collapse together on the bed exhausted. 

When he can finally move again, Patrick gets up and dressed. It has been a long time since he has had three orgasms in one night. Putting on a robe, Michelle walks him to the front door.

"Michelle, I want to see you again, I don't want this to end."

Opening the door, Michelle kisses him good bye, whispering in his ear, "Me either Pat."

***

Disclaimer: "The events and people depicted in this story are fictitious. Any similarity to any person living or dead is merely coincidental."



Pollyanna Ch. 04



It has been several months since Michelle left the loan modification department at My Mortgage Inc. and it hasn't been the same without her. The spark is missing; everyone is just going through the motions and snapping at each other. Naturally, management didn't replace her. Her work was just redistributed to the remaining team members. Patrick did his best to stay on top of the added workload, and Michelle was adjusting to her new position in the fraud department. Their affair had ended with her move back to her old office. They still exchange e-mails, text messages and an occasional phone call, but the physical aspect of their relationship stopped.

The Regional Vice President of My Mortgage Inc., Marley, was a season ticket holder of the Baltimore Orioles. She decided to offer her tickets in her luxury suite for one game to the rep that modified and closed the most loans in May. Considering how poorly the Orioles were playing it wasn't much of an incentive, but it was a chance to go to Camden Yards, one of the best ballparks in the country, and enjoy a luxury suite.

Patrick worked hard and won the tickets by closing two loans on the last day of the month to finish with 16. The suite held 20 people so Patrick invited all of his team members, Michelle, Nina, who worked with Michelle in the fraud department, and a few of his friends from outside work. It was the start of inter-league play so the Phillies were in town for a four game series. The tickets in the luxury suite were for the first game on Friday evening. Everyone arrived at the suite about an hour before first pitch and had a great time. The food, beer, wine, and liquor were all top shelf.

Patrick was the only Phillies fan in the group and was talking a lot of trash as the game went on.

"Hey Michelle, I keep a broom in my car to brush the snow off in the winter but you can have it when we sweep you this series," Patrick yelled across the room.

"We'll see," Michelle yelled back, "wanna put your money where your mouth is?"

Patrick made his way across the room to Michelle, "Sure, what do you have in mind?"

"Just a little friendly wager since you think your team is so good," Michelle replied.

"OK" Patrick smiled, "let me think about it and I'll come up with something."

The evening progressed and Patrick thought about Michelle and the times they were together. He knew that they couldn't have a long-term physical relationship, but his desire for her was still so strong. During their brief affair, he never thought of her as just a piece of ass or booty calls, his feelings for her are much deeper than that. He really hoped Michelle understood how he felt. He tried to tell her as often as he could. But, that aside, he knew they were both fulfilling a primal need to be fucked, exploring sexual desires in ways they just weren't able to in the past.

By the 8th inning, the Phillies were up 6-2 and most of the people had left. Carol and Tommy were having conversation at the front of the suite and laughing a lot, Nina was trapped talking to Stan by the door. Patrick smiled at the pained look of desperation Nina had on her face. He thought about walking over and rescuing her but Michelle was alone by the bar so he walked over to her.

"I tell you what Michelle, if the Phillies sweep the Orioles you have to be my slave for a weekend, but if the Orioles win two games I'll be your slave for a weekend."

"Let me get this straight, the Phillies have to sweep us, but all we have to do is win two out of the four?" Michelle asked with a big grin. "You're on Patrick; you'll be kissing my ass real soon. Are you sure you want to do this Patrick? I'll be a wicked slave owner."

"Don't worry Michelle, when I win I'll only make you get on your knees to suck my cock, every couple of hours" Patrick whispered back.

The Phillies went on to win game one 7--3 and Patrick drove home with a smile. He missed Michelle so much, not just the incredible sex they had during their affair, but the day-to-day interactions in the office. Work was so much more fun with Michelle joking and clowning around. She got everyone going. Carol let so much more slip, and even Tommy joined in on the fun. She made the daily grind easier to deal with.

Game two went the same as game one, a 6-1 win for the Phillies. They were, after all, the World Series Champs and the Orioles hadn't been over .500 in years. Patrick began looking at his calendar to see what weekend he could have Michelle, making plans for what she would have to do for him. But, a two out, two run, home run in the bottom of the 9th on Sunday spoiled everything. The O's took game three 4-3.

Monday morning Patrick got a text from Michelle, "We win tonight and your ass is mine."

It was a 7:05 PM start for game four and Patrick was in front of the TV at 7:00 PM. It was like game seven of the World Series; his palms were sweating as he watched nervously. It was over early, the Orioles scored three in the first, two in the second and four more in the third. The text from Michelle came with two out in the top of the ninth, "MINE," it read. Both nervous and excited Patrick sent a text back, "Yes Mistress Michelle."

They planned to get together in two weeks. Dinner after work on Friday then off to Michelle's house for the weekend. Michelle arranged to have her parents' watch Rachelle and Patrick's family was going to his brother's house for the weekend. The days passed surprisingly quickly and they talked about ground rules and boundaries throughout the two weeks leading up to the big weekend. They came up with a "safe" word but Patrick trusted Michelle completely. He knew he wouldn't have to use it, she knew his boundaries. In the end, Patrick was under the complete command of Michelle.

Friday came and Patrick packed a small bag for the weekend, a pair of slacks and shirt in case they went out on Saturday and shorts and a couple of t-shirts for the time in the house. The clock ticked slowly throughout the day. They both were looking forward to their time together, each with their own thoughts.

Michelle was a white southern belle, and Patrick a black man from the north. The concept of "slavery" and the role-play was intriguing. Patrick's thoughts were along the lines of a field slave sneaking into the big house while the Master was away. Making love to the forbidden white woman who would sneak peeks from her bedroom window at the slaves in the field. She would daydream of a taboo encounter, being taken forcibly by a Mandingo warrior. However, Michelle's thoughts were completely different, she thought of a dominatrix forcing her slave to submit to her will. The fact that Patrick was black didn't cross her mind. She just wanted complete submission from her man, total control of his every action. Patrick was in for a surprise awakening from his daydream.

Patrick left work early to meet Michelle at a small Italian restaurant not too far from her house. He waited in the parking lot for her to arrive. When she pulled up Patrick met her at her car and opened the door, he took her hand, and helped her out. He was the consummate gentleman, opening doors, pulling out her chair, choosing the wine and ordering her dinner for her. The conversation was light and full of laughs as they ate. Each of them was hiding their nervous anticipation about what was to come.

The drive to Michelle's house was short; they arrived in about ten minutes. After parking, Patrick hopped out of his car and once again opened Michelle's door and helped her out. His palms were sweaty and he could feel an erection beginning as they walked into the house. When the door closed behind them, Patrick slid his arms around Michelle, pulled her close, and kissed her.

Pushing him away Michelle said, "Oh no, it's not going to be that easy, your ass is mine, I'm in charge and you'd better not forget it."

"OK Michelle," Patrick replied with a smile.

"Mistress Michelle, and wipe that fucking smile off your face before I wipe it off for you Patrick."

Her seriousness and tone of voice caught Patrick off guard, he stammered, "Yes...yes M-Mistress Michelle."

Handing him a small bag Michelle commanded, "Strip and put these clothes on, now."

Patrick did as he was told, stripping off all his clothes and boxer briefs. He took the bag from Michelle and pulled out a black Under Armour muscle shirt and a black thong. He put them on, as Michelle looked him over.

"I look like one of the Village People in this, how long do I have to wear this stuff?" Patrick asked.

While he was changing Patrick didn't see Michelle pick up the riding crop she had left by the door, but he certainly felt it sting his left ass cheek when Michelle hit him with it.

"You will wear it as long as I tell you Patrick, now shut up and get on your knees," Michelle ordered, striking him a second time on the ass.

Patrick grabbed his left cheek to try to stop the sting from the second tap with the crop that Michelle gave him as he slowly dropped to his knees.

Michelle left him there by the door and went upstairs. Once in her bedroom she took her time changing into a purple corset, black g-string, black stockings and her favorite black heels. After changing, she opened her mail and checked her messages. She then called her parents to check on Rachel. Michelle looked at herself in the mirror before leaving the bedroom. The corset lifted her breast nicely and really shaped her waist. The black garter straps from the corset really stood out against her white thighs. The stockings were very sexy covering her calves and thighs and the heels really brought out how shapely her legs are. She paused a moment to adjust the front of her g-string before leaving the room and smiled at how wet it already was.

Patrick's knees and back had begun to hurt as he waited by the door. He could hear Michelle come downstairs and walk into the kitchen, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor. He continued to wait patiently, was that a cork from a bottle of wine opening, he thought he heard?

Finally, Michelle yelled, "Come here slave."

When Patrick got to the living room Michelle was walking toward the sofa, a glass of wine in one hand and the riding crop tucked under her arm in the other. Patrick stared at her ass as she walked the black string from her g disappeared between her cheeks, each one rising and falling with each step. Her stockings came up a little past her mid-thigh making her already sexy legs even more so.

When she sat down Michelle told Patrick, "There are twelve candles in the room, you have one match to light them all, do not use one candle to light another. When you are done, come over here and sit at my feet."

Patrick struck the matchstick and worked his way around the room. On the ninth candle, the flame from the match burnt the tip of his thumb.

"Shit! Oww that hurts," Patrick said putting his thumb in his mouth.

"How many candles did you light Patrick?"

"Only nine candles Mistress Michelle."

"You know what Patrick you are worthless, your first assignment and you can't even complete it, this is going to be a long weekend for you. Come over here and grab your ankles."

Patrick walked slowly over to Michelle, turned his back to her and grabbed his ankles. His ass was right in front of her. The crop struck his ass once, twice, three times for the three unlit candles. Patrick winced with each stroke biting his lip. After the third stroke, Michelle told him to finish lighting the candles and sit at her feet. She held the wine glass to his lips to give him a sip, as a sly smile crossed her lips. Patrick took a big gulp rather than a small sip. His mind was racing trying to process what was happening. This was not what he had envisioned; this was a side of Michelle that he didn't know existed. She seemed really enjoy the role of dominatrix and the weekend was just getting started. How much of this was he going to put up with?

"Uh, Michelle...don't you think you're taking this a bit too..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Michelle placed the end of the crop on his lips silencing Patrick.

Replacing the end of the crop with the bottom of her shoe on his lips, she stated, "It's Mistress Michelle, if you get it wrong again you will be punished and no, I'm not taking this too far, you lost the bet, deal with it. Now my feet are tired from a long day, take off my heels and massage them."

"Yes Mistress Michelle."

Patrick removed her heels and began massaging her feet, starting with her toes he worked his way down to her heel and slowly back to her toes again. After massaging one for about ten minutes, he switched to the other foot and did the same. Chris Botti played in the background as Michelle sipped her wine and melted into the sofa. When he finished the second one Patrick lifted her foot up to his mouth and began kissing and sucking on her toes through her stocking.

"Does this please you Mistress?" He asked.

The smile on her face and look in her eyes was all the approval that Patrick needed. He began working his way to her ankle and up her leg, kissing and massaging as he went. We he got to the top of her stocking where her soft white thigh was exposed he switched to the other foot, kissing it and worked his way back up her other leg. This time when he got to the top of her stocking, Patrick used his tongue along her inner thigh up to the front of Michelle's g-string. He licked her through the thin material, pushing the fabric between her lips as he worked his tongue up and down along her slit. Michelle's aroma filled his nostrils and Patrick could taste her wetness through her g-string.

Patrick slid his hands under Michelle's thighs and back to her ass; he yanked her forward to the edge of the sofa and pulled her g-string off. Smiling, he buried his face into her wet cunt. Her inner lips were already swollen and protruding, Patrick licked and sucked on them holding one between his lips and pulling his head back then taking the other and doing the same. He knew if he touched Michelle's clit, it would send her over the edge so he purposefully avoided it, focusing on working his tongue just inside her opening, that first half inch of sensitive flesh. Several times Michelle grabbed the back of his head and tried to guide him to her clit. Each time Patrick pulled away, looked up at her as smiled.

The words, "LICK IT," from Michelle's mouth and the sting of the crop on Patrick's ass occurred simultaneously.

In shock, Patrick uttered, "Yes Mistress," then slid the tip of his tongue up to Michelle's clit, lifted it and sucked it into his mouth. Michelle grabbed the back of his head pulling him into her and bucked her hips, grinding her clit against his tongue. He licked and sucked her clit, using the tip of his tongue to slide her hood up and down along the shaft, and then sucked it back between his lips. With her eyes closed and head back, Michelle guided Patrick, controlling his head so he would put his tongue just where she wanted it.

Michelle clamped her thighs around Patrick's head then thrust her cunt hard against his lips and tongue when her orgasm hit her. Sitting up on the sofa, arching her back she came all over his nose and mouth. It had been months since she and Patrick had been together, Michelle had been waiting for him to make her cum again, day dreaming about how good he made her feel and it was better than any of her dreams. When Patrick felt her orgasm begin he thrust his tongue inside her as far as he could, he could feel her contractions, her body trembling as it washed over her. He held his tongue in her until Michelle's body went limp, and her thighs released his head. Michelle fell back on the sofa with her eyes closed and a look of pure pleasure on her face.   

Patrick stood up in front of Michelle, his cock hard and at full attention. He waited for her to open her eyes, for her to finish basking in the glow of her orgasm. Michelle opened her eyes with a smile; Patrick's body looked good in the flickering candle light. He waited for Michelle to reach out and stroke his cock, for her to take it into her mouth and make him cum. Michelle loosened her corset and lifted her breast out, pushing them together she ordered Patrick to cum on them.

"What? How...how am I going to cum on your tits Mistress Michelle?"

"How do you think Patrick, use your hand and cum on my tits."

After eating Michelle, Patrick need relief, he needed to cum and cum now. Grabbing his shaft, he began stroking his cock. Starting at the base, he moved along the shaft up to the head, covering it with his palm before sliding his hand back down to his balls. He was so excited it didn't take long. His balls pulled up tight, his body tensed and he shot his first load hitting Michelle on her chin and tits. Patrick kept stroking his cock until his second load squirted out on her tits. Leaning forward, holding his cock over her tits, he squeezed the head milking out more of his cum letting it drip on one of her nipples.

Disappointed that he had to jerk off Patrick stood in front of Michelle. The orgasm felt good but not as good as if he came in her mouth or pussy. A thought raced through Patrick's head and his eyes widened, no; she's not going to make me...

"Clean them off, you got them all messy now lick them clean like a good boy," Michelle tapped the crop on the sofa as she spoke in a stern voice.

Kneeling on the sofa, Patrick licked Michelle's tits clean. Paying close attention to her nipples, sucking on them as he cleaned up his cum, Patrick did as he was told.

When he was done, Michelle told him, "Go in the kitchen and bring the bottle of wine and a glass, fill my glass then you may pour yourself and glass and sit on the floor at my feet."

"Yes Mistress Michelle."

Patrick went to the kitchen and brought back the bottle of wine. He filled Michelle's glass, then his and sat at her feet. They talked quietly. While they sipped their wine, smooth jazz played softly in the background. Time flew by and they opened a second bottle while they chatted.

Around midnight Michelle slipped her heels back on, stood up and "model walked" around the living room.

"How do I look Patrick?" she asked.

Patrick eyes followed her as she strutted, the candle light created a sensuous glow around her. She carried the riding crop in one hand and cradled the wine glass in the other. She looked like a true dominatrix.

"You look beautiful Mistress Michelle, simply beautiful," he replied.

"Come," Michelle beckoned, "follow me."

Patrick stood up and followed Michelle up the stairs. Her ass swayed right in front of his face as they climbed the steps. About halfway up, he reached out, sliding two fingers between her legs, and touched her lips. Michelle paused and allowed him to finger her. Her g-string was on the floor by the sofa so Patrick had full access to her. She was still wet and his fingers slid into her easily. He turned his hand so his palm was facing down and used the pads of his two fingers to find and stroke her g-spot. After a minute or two, Michelle forced herself to continue up the steps and to her bedroom.

Once inside Michelle turned to Patrick and said, "Please your Mistress, make me cum again."

Patrick sat Michelle down on the edge of the bed, "Lay back," he told her.

He removed his thong and stood between her legs. Grabbing the backs of Michelle's thighs, he lifted her legs and put them around his waist. Holding his shaft he guided his hard cock to her pussy and slid the head along her slit covering it with her juices. Sliding his strong hands under her ass, Patrick thrust his hips and pulled Michelle to him ramming his cock deep inside her. Repeatedly he slid in and out of her. With each stroke, he stretched her cunt forcing her to take all of him. He watched her tits bouncing under her corset each time he pounded her.




Pollyanna Ch. 04



Biting her bottom lip Michelle reached down and started to rub the hood covering her swollen clit and Patrick continued to stroke her. Rubbing the shaft of her clit, she closed her eyes and arched her back trying to take even more of him.

Feeling her orgasm start to build Michelle grunted, "Fuck me Patrick, fuck me harder."

Patrick leaned forward placing his hands on the bed beside her and Michelle locked her legs around his waist.

Slamming her harder Patrick whispered, "Cum for me Mistress, show your slave that he can please you."

When Patrick said, "slave" Michelle exploded. Her body shook violently as she came. Her pussy contracted on Patrick's cock causing him to cum, squirting his load inside her. After a few more hard thrust Patrick collapsed on top of Michelle, he could feel her walls contracting in rhythm with his cock pulsing inside her. When his orgasm subsided, he rolled onto the bed beside her, the two of them panting as they savored the wave.

They laid together in silence, drifting in and out of sleep. At some point, they crawled under the covers, cuddled, and slept the night away.

**

Patrick awoke Saturday morning with his usual morning hard on. He looked over at Michelle sleeping so peacefully. She was beautiful; her hair cascaded down her cheeks, a faint smile on her lips. He wanted to touch her, to wake her gently with kisses and make love to her. But, she was Mistress Michelle for the weekend; he was there to serve her not take care of his morning hard on. Patrick slipped quietly out of bed and went to the kitchen. A few minutes later a pot of coffee was brewing, bacon was cooking and the eggs were cracked and stirred, ready to make omelets for breakfast in bed.

Michelle smiled and stretched when Patrick entered the room carrying a tray with her breakfast. The smell of food cooking awoke her earlier but she just lay in bed with her eyes closed thinking about Patrick. He was playing his role of slave so well, she wasn't sure about the riding crop when she got it but he has been going along with it. Who ever thought she would be playing a dominatrix but ever since she and Patrick met he has opened her sexual horizons. He was the only person to ever to make her squirt, the only one she let have her ass, and the only one to have analingus with her. His tongue worked magic with her asshole; it was instant orgasm when he licked it. She opened her eyes and sat up as he walked toward the bed, then took off her corset and stockings and waited for Patrick bring her food.

"Good morning Mistress Michelle. I have coffee, bacon, toast and an omelet for you, please enjoy."

Patrick set the tray down and put two pillows behind Michelle's back then moved the tray to her lap. Patrick's morning hard on came back as he watched Michelle eat. His eyes started with the top of her head and worked their way down her face, down to her breasts, which he thought were just perfect, the nipples were slightly erect. The gold charm in her belly piercing caught the morning sunlight streaming in between the blinds then disappeared behind the breakfast tray.

Michelle gave Patrick instructions as she ate, "The lawn needs cutting then we have some errands to run. We need to go by HD and pick up a grill, and I have a pair of shoes to return to Nordstrom's. For dinner tonight, we need a couple of steaks and some more wine. Dinner will be out on the patio so you will have to clean all the pollen off the table and chairs. After you cut the grass check and make sure there is enough wood for the fire pit, it may get a little cool in the evening so I want it going during dinner."

"Yes Mistress Michelle," Patrick said with a smile, "you really are enjoying this aren't you? Is there anything else you want me to do?" He said sarcastically.

"Watch it slave, go get me my crop, a few taps on that nice ass will help with that tone in your voice."

Michelle bit her lip to try to hold it back; she tried to keep a straight face but couldn't and burst out laughing. She laughed so hard she snorted almost causing the tray to fall on the floor. Patrick grabbed it and took it to the kitchen laughing as he went. He ate a couple slices of bacon, a piece of toast and poured himself a cup of coffee before heading back up stairs.

When he returned to the bedroom, Michelle was lying on the bed; she was naked and had one leg up with her foot flat on the bed. Her left arm was out perpendicular to her head, bent at her elbow and the index finger of her left hand was on her lips, her right arm stretched out with her hand hanging off the bed making for one very erotic image. Patrick stared at her as he walked over beside the bed.

"You have been a very good slave Patrick," Michelle reached out and cupped his balls as she spoke, "I am so pleased with you."

Michelle slid off the bed and onto her knees taking Patrick into her mouth. Just the head at first, tracing the rim with her tongue, one hand held his balls and the other was around his shaft. She slowly took him in, pausing so she didn't gag as she worked her way down his cock. Patrick gently held the back of her head and began to move his hips, his cock sliding in and out of her mouth. Michelle pushed her tongue up so it slid along the base of his shaft. She would pull his cock out of her mouth and lick from the head down to the base before taking him back in. Patrick looked down at her as she pleased him. When she traced her tongue down his shaft to his balls on took one into her mouth he knew he wasn't going to last much longer.

"Mistress, I'm going to..."

Michelle interrupted him with a "Shhhh" then sucked his cock hard and fast. Patrick grabbed her head and with a few hard thrust forcing his cock down her throat, he came in her mouth.

"Thank you Mistress, thank you for letting me cum this morning," Patrick said as he lifted Michelle up to her feet and kissed her passionately.

Patrick threw on a pair of shorts and mowed the lawn while Michelle showered and got ready to go out. When he was done with the lawn, he washed down the table, chairs, and everything else on the patio, and got the fire pit ready for the evening.

After a quick shower, Patrick was ready to go. Before they walked out the door, Michelle handed Patrick a collar.

"What's this?" Patrick asked with surprise in his voice, "You don't expect me to wear this out in public do you? I'm not wearing that thing."

"Let me remind you of the terms of our bet," raising her voice, Michelle stated emphatically, "You are MY SLAVE and as my slave you WILL be obedient. Now put the collar on and drop your shorts."

"Yes Mistress Michelle."

Patrick snapped the black leather collar around his neck. Michelle had told him earlier that he was to go commando when they went out so he was fully exposed when he dropped his shorts. Michelle reached out and grabbed his ass, squeezing one of his cheeks hard. When she removed her hand Patrick felt the sting of her crop where her hand was.

"I'm sorry Mistress, I will be obedient," Patrick yelped.

He felt the sting of a second tap as soon as he finished speaking.

"Please Mistress Michelle; I will obey you without question."

The crop hit his ass a third and fourth time. After the fifth tap, Michelle told Patrick to pull up his shorts. He pulled them up then opened the door for her and followed her to the car. Their first stop was the big box store to get a grill.

An interracial couple in this area was a head turner. A couple, with one person wearing a collar, will always cause second looks. An interracial couple with a black man wearing a collar following a white woman around a big box store caused people to stop dead in their tracks. As they walked though the store all eyes were on them. The looks ran the gamut from pure hate all the way to smiles of approval.

A woman walked over to Michelle and said, "I want one, where did you get him?"

With a sly grin Michelle replied, "You mean my pet here? I found him about a year ago but I'm still training him."

They talked about Patrick for a few as if he was, well, as if he was a slave, there to serve Michelle.

Finishing their conversation Michelle said, "Give me your number, and let's talk about it some more later."

Patrick stood there in disbelief as they exchanged numbers.

"Come along Patrick we have shopping to do," Michelle said loud enough so several people around her could hear.

"Yes Mistress Michelle," Patrick responded equally as loud.

Michelle walked with pride as she led Patrick through the store. All the positive looks pushed aside all of the hate filled ones and the stares of disgust. Patrick picked out a Weber charcoal grill and carried it out to the car. Their next stop was Nordstrom's and for over an hour Patrick held Michelle's purse as she tried on pair after pair of shoes to replace the ones she was returning. It was worse than being hit with the crop, that pain was over quick and Michelle knew she couldn't hit him hard enough to leave any marks on his ass so they stung rather than hurt. However, this was torture, she made Patrick follow her around the shoe department and he had to comment on every pair she tried on. Michelle and the sales woman had so much fun with him the entire time they were there. Finally, Michelle picked out a pair of tan high-heeled pumps, completed the return and they left.

By the time they picked up the steaks and wine and returned home it was 4 PM. Michelle told Patrick that dinner will be at 7 PM on the patio. Patrick quickly seasoned the steaks and put them in the fridge. It took about an hour to assemble the grill, load it with charcoal and have it ready for the steaks. Patrick wanted to light it around 6 PM so the coals would be the perfect glowing red when it was time to put the steaks on. When Patrick went in the house at 5:30, Michelle had put together two place settings and had opened the bottles of wine to let them breathe.

Laughing Michelle said, "Come take a shower with me Patrick, you smell like you have been working in the fields."

The warm water felt good on Patrick's body. He pulled Michelle under the stream of water and kissed her. Her breasts pressed against his chest and he pushed his thigh between her legs. Michelle leaned her head back and Patrick attacked her neck, kissing and nipping it as the water ran over them. Michelle felt so comfortable in Patrick's arms; no man had held her with such passion and desire. She felt safe; she wished the weekend wouldn't end. Patrick worked his way down her neck and lifted one of her breasts up to his lips. As he sucked her nipple into his mouth and began to tease it, Michelle pushed him away and handed him a bar of soap.

"There will be time for that later Patrick now wash up, you have dinner to fix."

Patrick washed Michelle first, lathering her up, paying close attention to her nice tits and ass. Then he washed himself. After getting out of the shower, he started the coals in the grill and lit the wood in the fire pit. At 6:30, he put two ears of corn wrapped in foil on the edge of the grill and took the steaks out of the fridge. Slicing up two potatoes he put them in a small cast iron frying pan with a couple slices of butter, he sat the pan on the back corner of the grill.

Michelle came out asked, "How are you going to cook the steaks?"

"Just put them on the center of the grill where it's the hottest let them sit to sear the side. After a minute flip them on the other side to sear it for a minute then move them from the center of the grill and leave them on for 4-5 minutes per side. The corn, steak and potatoes should all be done at the same time."

Michelle responded with a quiet, "MMM" then told Patrick to come inside, she led him up to the bedroom and said "Strip."

Patrick undressed and Michelle pulled out a pair of handcuffs. She cuffed his hands and told him to lie on the bed. Michelle straddled him and pulled his arms up over his head. Taking a black sash, she tied the handcuffs to the headboard then slipped a blindfold over his eyes. Next, she wrapped each ankle and tied them to the footboard leaving him naked, blindfolded and tied spread-eagle to the bed. He heard the door close as she left the room.

Patrick laid there straining to try to hear what was happening in the house. Was that the doorbell? Is Michelle talking to someone? Soon, Patrick could smell the steaks cooking on the grill. He was starving; he only had a couple slices of bacon and some toast the whole day. Patrick lay there forever trying to hear something, anything. He thought he could her Michelle talking to someone. She had to be on the patio enjoying dinner, drinking wine and having a good time.

After what seemed like an eternity the bedroom door opened, "Mistress?" Patrick asked nervously. She climbed on the bed, straddled Patrick's head and arms and lowered her pussy down on Patrick's face. He responded by pushing his tongue into an already wet cunt. When Patrick tasted her, his whole body stiffened.

That's not Michelle, that's not her taste, her sweet aroma, he thought. The woman began rubbing her pussy on his mouth; Patrick responded by pushing his tongue in her then licking and sucking her clit and she rode his tongue. The woman reached down and grabbed his head pulling him into her. Her pussy was flowing all over his mouth, Patrick focused on her clit, every time she rocked forward he sucked it, when she rocked back he would release it and let his tongue slide along the tip. She began a slow sensuous grind on Patrick's mouth; rotating her hips in a circle then back and forth, he could tell she was nearing orgasm. He tried to reach up and grab her tits but Michelle had him securely tied to the headboard. The slow grind turn to quick short humps and she started cum.

"Oh my god, YES!" She screamed, "ahhhhhhhhhhh, yeessssssss!"

Her pussy covered Patrick's nose and mouth and he could barely breathe. Her thighs were clamped over his ears but Patrick could recognize Nina's voice. Nina worked with Michelle and Patrick; she sat across from Michelle in the fraud department.

Nina's body trembled as she came; it felt like her heart was beating in her clit. Patrick just held his tongue on it as best he could. Nina was breathing heavy, trying to catch her breath. She sat on his face and moved her hips in a slow circular motion again, savoring the feeling of Patrick's tongue on her clit. After a few minutes, without saying a word, she got up and left the room.

Patrick lay on the bed waiting; his cock was rock hard, just a touch away from exploding. The door opened and someone walked over to the bed, they straddled Patrick's face and lowered their pussy onto his mouth. This time he tasted the familiar taste of Michelle. He lapped at her pussy eagerly, using his tongue to play with her familiar lips. She rode his face hard. Michelle leaned forward grabbing the headboard to rotate her hips to give Patrick better access to her clit when a hand cupped Patrick's balls. Nina had come back in the room and was giving Patrick the relief that he need.

With Michelle sitting on Patrick's face Nina took his cock in her mouth, sliding her lips down his shaft halfway then back up to the head. She licked the head, pushing the tip of her tongue into the pee hole then took it back in her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down on his cock twice and Patrick shot his load down her throat. Nina squeezed his balls as he came while Patrick thrust his hips pumping his cum in her. After milking all the cum out of him Nina released his cock and sat on the edge of the bed watching him eat Michelle's pussy.

It took a couple of minutes before Patrick could focus on Michelle, his mind was spinning, the orgasm he just had was mind blowing. Having Michelle sitting on his face and Nina sucking his cock felt incredible. Michelle gave him the time he needed to collect himself, kneeling over Patrick's she played with her clit masturbating until he was ready. She leaned back placing her palms and feet on the bed in a crab position, she moved forward a little and Patrick's tongue slid between her cheeks along her crack to her tight asshole. He knew that pushing the tip of his tongue into her hole would make her cum instantly. He forced it in as deep as he could. Michelle let out a loud wail as she came, opening and closing her thighs. She quickly sat up on Patrick's face rocking back and forth rubbing her pussy and clit on his nose and mouth.

When Michelle climbed off him, Nina whispered in Patrick's ear, "Thank you so much Patrick, I haven't cum like that in a long time, my pussy is still quivering."

She kissed him softly on the lips and she and Michelle left the room. Patrick lay on the bed waiting as Michelle walked Nina to the door and let her out. Michelle came back and untied Patrick, taking off his blindfold and unlocking the handcuffs.   

Patrick stared at Michelle with a huge grin as they sat on the bed together, "Wow Michelle that was awesome. How long had you been planning that? How much did you tell Nina about us? I know it had to be everything to get her to come here tonight but WOW that was so hot. I didn't know it was her until she started to cum. Once she said something I could recognize her voice anywhere."

"I thought you might like that," Michelle said. "Nina told me she wanted you a while ago when I went back to the other office. I wasn't sure how much to tell her at first but I trust her. We went out one day after work for drinks and it started out as just girl talk. But, I told her everything. She was so surprised I had been with you, and jealous too. She always thought you were hot and has never been with a black guy either and was curious. When you lost the bet, I came up with a plan. She was excited when I shared it with her but not sure, if she wanted to do it. You know she is divorced to so she had to come to terms with the whole affair thing. It didn't take much convincing though when I suggested just having oral sex and not trying intercourse until later if she was comfortable."

Laughing Patrick said, "Oh so you're pimping me out now, first the woman and the store and now Nina?"

Michelle leaned toward him, put her hand on her cheek and kissed him, "Maybe, there are a lot of white women out there that would love to have a sexy black slave for an evening."

Patrick laughed, "I'm starving Michelle, I have to eat something."

Michelle put two fingers in her pussy then put them in Patrick's mouth. He sucked her cum off them.

"MMM, thanks Mistress, but I need real food."

Michelle laughed, "I left some of my steak for you and there are some potatoes left but we killed the two ears of corn."

Michelle pulled the blanket off the bed, wrapped it around them and they walked out to the patio. Patrick put some more wood on the fire and wolfed down the left over steak and potatoes. Michelle poured them some wine and they curled up on a lounge chair by the fire pit wrapped in the blanket. Patrick found one of Michelle's breasts and held it in his hand lightly teasing her nipple. They drank their wine in silence. It was a clear spring night with a light breeze, Michelle cuddled up to him with her head resting on his chest. She would look up at him on occasion and Patrick would kiss her on her forehead. They each thought about the weekend and the excitement it brought, as they lay naked under the blanket.

"Have I been a good slave Mistress Michelle?" Patrick asked.

"A great slave Patrick, but the weekend is not over. We still have tomorrow for you to serve me."

"Yes Mistress Michelle, I will serve you tomorrow as well."

They feel asleep cuddled together in the chair both looking forward to what Sunday would bring.

*****

Disclaimer: "The events and people depicted in this story are fictitious. Any similarity to any person living or dead is merely coincidental."



Pollyanna



You can sense him tense up and his hand is shaking as he points to the screen. His shaved head shines in the florescent light, probably from a very light sweat that he seems to be breaking out in as you stand so close to him.

"Patrick, you did a good job with the numbers, Jack will be happy with them, and I want to tell you that you fill in for Stan so well when he is out, all of the team members like it. You really are doing a good job."

You don't move as you talk to him, you're so close, that you're almost whispering in his ear. It has been a long day but you can still smell a slight hint of his after-shave lotion on him. 

Patrick stares at the screen as he talks to you now, he seems afraid to turn his head and look at you, and his hand is still in his lap, you wonder if he's still hiding a hard on.

"Michelle…" Patrick trails off after he says your name.

"Michelle." This time Patrick turns and looks at you, your faces just inches apart, you don't pull back this time. 

"Michelle, I…" Patrick leans closer, places his hand on your cheek and kisses you. 

Closing your eyes you accept his kiss, his lips embrace yours as you rest your hand on his shoulder. The kiss feels so good you don't want it to stop. You stare at each other when he finally pulls away. 

"Oh my god," you think, "I'm at work kissing a married black man, what the fuck am I doing?"

Before you can say anything Patrick stands up, wraps his arms around your waist and kisses you again. His hands slide down to your ass as he pulls you to him. You can feel him though his pants as he presses his crotch against you. Opening your lips with his he slides his tongue into your mouth as his hands grip your ass. This kiss is long, and so sensual.

"Patrick, we can't," you say to him when you stop kissing. "I want to, I really want to, but we can't."

"I know Michelle, but I had to kiss you, I needed to do that, I just… I just needed to kiss you. We'd better go, it's late, and we should go."

Patrick looks you in the eyes and says, "Michelle… may I… ah… may I kiss you goodnight… please? I just…I have to kiss you again. "

You want him as much as he wants you, his hands felt so good on your ass. You move closer to him placing your hands behind his neck, holding the back of his bald head. His hands slide back around your waist as your lips meet again. The kiss is long and passionate. Patrick slides his hands back down to your ass as you kiss, but this time he slides them under your skirt, gripping your soft cheeks in both of his strong hands. You melt in his arms, forcing your tongue into his mouth as you kiss; you stand together in a passionate embrace. The kiss lasts forever; his hands massage your ass before his fingers slide under your thong pulling it to the side. When he slides his fingers along your crack, brushing your rose bud, your knees almost buckle.

At the point of no return, rather than stopping, the two of you silently choose to offer your bodies to each other. Patrick sits you on the edge of Carol's desk lifting your skirt as he gets down on his knees. You help him slide your thong off, his face inches from your shaved pussy. He starts kissing the inside of your left thigh working his way towards your special place. When he gets to the crack between your thigh and lips, he spends an eternity licking and sucking you there. You grab his head pushing him, trying to make him slide his tongue along your slit but Patrick skips it completely and starts kissing your right inner thigh. Again, working his way along your soft skin to that crack between your thigh and outer lip, he licks and sucks until you can't take it anymore.

Your pussy lips are swollen and throbbing, covered with your juices, and your clit has peeked out from under its hood, waiting for his tongue. When he finally buries his face in your love nest, his tongue starts at the bottom of your slit, the tip spreading your lips as he slowly moves it up to your little button. You put your legs on his broad shoulders, resting them on his back as you grab his head. 

When Patrick reaches your clit with his tongue, he uses his fingers to pull your hood back, exposing it even more before he sucks it into his mouth. He presses on it with his lips and uses his tongue to circle the sensitive tip causing your thighs to jerk closed around his head. Leaning back on the cubicle wall, you push yourself into his mouth. He releases you and slides his tongue inside your opening moving it in and out of your wet tunnel. He alternates between sucking your clit and fucking you with his tongue. Just when you're about to cum from him licking and sucking your clit he stops and starts working his tongue in and out of you. He knows how to hold you on the edge of your orgasm, torturing you, not letting you cum. When he finally lets you, your orgasm hits you hard; your abs contract as it flows through your whole body, wave after wave causing you to squeeze his head tightly with your thighs. You hold the back of his head pressing his mouth on your pussy until your orgasm stops. Patrick continues to lick and suck your clit until you finally release him.

When he stands, Patrick unbuckles his pants and pulls his boxers down freeing his hard cock. Wrapping your legs around his waist, he guides his head into your waiting pussy. He enters you slowly, looking into your eyes as he moves his hips closer sliding his full length inside you, down to his balls. He pauses a moment, his manhood surrounded by your walls before pulling back, leaving his head inside your open lips. With each thrust, your ass slides back on Carol's desk, but Patrick grabs it and pulls you back to the edge after each stroke.

"Unbutton your shirt Michelle; I want your tits."

You undo your blouse and unhook your bra, leaning back slightly you lift both tits, offering them to Patrick. He sucks your hard nipple into his mouth as he strokes your pussy. His tongue licking your nipple as his lips surrounds it. Switching from one tit to the other, he continues to fuck you. Feeling his head throbbing inside you, you know he'll explode soon. Releasing your tit from his mouth, he puts one hand under your ass and wraps his other arm around your back lifting you off the desk. Wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs tightly around his waist, you ride his cock hard. When he is about to cum Patrick slides the tip of his finger into your ass pushing you over the edge with his final thrusts. You feel him explode inside you while your walls contract around his length, orgasming together, and his cock filling you with his cum…

Placing your feet on the floor as he softens inside you, Patrick holds you in a tight embrace. His whole body is shaking, trembling as he stands with you in his arms. 

His voice cracking as he speaks, "Michelle…I'm sorry, I…"

You put your finger to his lips silencing him, whispering softly in his ear "Shhhh."

The emotional gravity of what just happened has hit him and it's your turn to hold him and comfort him. For five minutes, you stand together, Patrick's face buried in your neck, your arms around him, rubbing his back. When he stops shaking, his body relaxing, he lets you go and waddles over to this seat, his pants and boxers around his ankles, keeping him from walking. You sit in Carol's chair, grabbing some tissues from the box on her desk, wiping up his cum, mixed with your juices that are slowing trickling down your thighs. You see your thong on the floor under her desk but don't bend over to pick it up.

"Michelle, I'm sorry, I, I shouldn't have… I never…"

You hear the sincere anguish in his voice as he speaks. He is clearly struggling with what has happened.

"Michelle, I've wanted you for months, thought about being with you, holding you in my arms, making love to you over and over again, but I shouldn't have done this to you. I'm so sorry, I have so much respect for you and I've taken advantage of you. I…I don't want you to think I've used you. I'm not like that Michelle, I'm not like that."

"Patrick, I'm an adult, you didn't take advantage of me, I wanted you too, and I respect you as well. I've thought about you, about making love to you, but never thought we would be in this position. To be honest with you, I never had a guy eat my pussy like you just did, to tease me for so long before letting me cum. I would love for you to go down on me like that whenever I wanted you too. But, I can't… and I won't be…'the other woman.' I'm not going to give you some crazy ultimatum or turn into a fatal attraction stalking you. When we leave here tonight, everything has to go back to the way it was, everything."

"You're right Michelle; I agree with you, we have to go back to the way it was. But, being with you just now was everything I dreamed it would be. I felt so good inside you, stroking you, feeling your walls sliding on the head of my cock, and if you said to me "eat me" anytime, anywhere I would drop to my knees and lick your pussy 'til you came all over my face, your pussy was that good." 

The two of you continue to sit and talk about what just took place and you notice Patrick is slowly going from soft to semi-erect. 

"I see you need some more attention over there," you tell him smiling, "Take your pants off Pat."

Patrick removes his shoes and pulls his pants and boxers off as you move over to him. Getting on your knees in front of him, you take his cock into your mouth holding the base of his shaft in one of your hands. Focusing just on the head, you play with the rim and his hole with your tongue. When he becomes fully erect, you take him all the way into your mouth, your lips sliding along his shaft, sucking as you work your way slowly down his length. When you come back up, you look up to see Patrick smiling, looking down at you before you go back down on him. Cupping his balls, you move your head up and down, slowly making love to his cock with your mouth.

Patrick moans softly as you take care of him, moving his hips up and down in time with your head. He runs his fingers through your long hair holding the back of your head as you move it along his shaft.

"Michelle, I'm going to cum, but I want you baby, I want to be inside you."

Releasing him, you suck a drop of pre-cum off his tip before standing up. He turns you around, bending you over Carol's desk. Placing the side of your face on the desk, Patrick lifts your skirt, exposing your soft ass. You spread your legs and bend your knees slightly as he moves in behind you. Placing the head of his cock on your open pussy lips, you push back a little as he plows his way deep inside you.

Grunting, Patrick fucks you with long hard strokes. His balls tap your cunt with each thrust, "Michelle, I can't hold it, I'm going to cum."

Grabbing your hips Patrick slams into you one more time, his body tenses up when you feel his cum squirt into your pussy as he presses against your ass,

"Oh my god, yes Michelle, your pussy is so hot," Patrick says as you feel him squirt more cum into you.

He keeps thrusting until you feel his cock go soft inside you. When he pulls out of you, Patrick drops to his knees, spreading your ass cheeks. 

Before putting his mouth on your dripping pussy he says, "Rub your clit while I eat you Michelle, I want you to cum."

Reaching between your legs, you slide your fingers onto your clit; Patrick sucks your swollen pussy lips into his mouth, pulling on them with his lips, he stretches them as he sucks. Then sliding his tongue in and out of you, he fucks you with his mouth bringing you closer to the edge.

"Yes Pat, eat my pussy, make me cum, I want to cum for you so bad, eat me baby."

You feel Patrick grip your ass tighter with his strong hands, spreading your cheeks open even wider. When he slides the tip of his tongue onto your asshole, your whole body jerks violently. He forces the tip inside you and your orgasm washes over you like a tidal wave.

"Oh yes baby," you scream as you cum, your thighs shaking, clit and pussy lips throbbing as he holds his tongue in your ass.

Your body goes limp on the desk when your orgasm subsides and Patrick moves from behind you. He rolls Carol's chair over so you can sit down; a big grin covers his face. Slumping down in the chair, you lean back exhausted enjoying the waves of pleasure Patrick has given you. He grabs some tissues out of the box and hands them to you before sitting in his chair and wiping off his nose and mouth. You laugh as he wipes his nose, the thought of "brown nose" flashes through your mind, and Patrick's nose is brown, but not from being buried in your ass moments ago. You wipe his cum from your slit and try to wipe up the stain on Carol's chair that you left from sitting on it, but the tissue just disintegrates.

Patrick puts his pants back on then crawls under the desk to get your thong for you. It's 9 PM as the two of you walk out of the office together, Patrick walking you to your car. Leaning into the car, he kisses you one last time before you drive off, headed for home.

Its business as usual the next morning, Patrick walks in saying his good mornings, the phones are ringing and customers are complaining.

That is until Carol says, "What is that smell? Patrick, do you smell anything? There's some sticky stuff on my desk too."

You see Patrick bite his lip to keep from laughing when Carol runs her fingers across her desk.

Turning and smiling at you, Patrick says, "Jenny has some 409 in her file cabinet, I'll get it and wipe off your desk for you Carol, maybe one of the cleaning people spilled some soda on it."

"Soda?" Carol says as she moves her fingers by her nose, "This shit smells like pussy."

You and Patrick laugh as he gets up to get the 409, he winks at you as he walks by your desk smiling. Looking at the bulge in his pants, you know he is thinking about yesterday, and the special time you shared, just as the wetness between your legs reminds you of the same…

*

Disclaimer: "The events and people depicted in this story are fictitious. Any similarity to any person living or dead is merely coincidental."