41 comments/ 73126 views/ 6 favorites A Typical Day By: Chagrined This was inspired by a story written in the letter section called "Torn" written by Lits own Patricia51. I have to say that that she is one of several really good writers here and it is always a great pleasure to read her stuff. But reading the story "Torn" touched me (and from the response many others as well) where very few stories here do, somewhere north of the beltline. Before you read this, read her letter "Torn". It deserves reading and maybe a comment and vote or two. So, having been in a somewhat similar predicament as our Jim in the story, I felt I had to write a reply, from one man's perspective. Most of you won't like it. Some of you will. But I offer it to you…submitted for your approval… A typical day? Is there such a thing? Prior to reading the letter I certainly thought so. I remember going to work, arguing with Peter the Asshole about the delivery dates on an out-of-stock item and then taking lunch at the diner across the street from the shop. I even remember the heartburn hockey puck they tried to pass off as ground beef. But mostly I remember that antsy feeling in the pit of my stomach I always have when it's time to come home to you. Oh, its strength has ebbed and flowed during the years to be sure. We have had our ups and down, sweetheart, and never more so than this past year. But the feeling never really left, it was always with me just as you are. Just as the tappet noise in my truck is; the one that always lets you know I have come home. A typical, solid day as any other. But it ended torn. And my dear, sweet wife, I can't mend it, I can't fix it, I can't make it like it was. Dear God in heaven I wish I could! I knew that there was trouble. You don't hide things well. You never have and most especially from me. You met me at the door with a quick peck on the cheek just as you have done for almost a quarter of a century. Only the past year the peck has been a tad quicker each time. My dinner was ready just as you always, well, almost always have done since our joining as husband and wife. All the while you clutched at that folded up piece of paper in your hand as if drawing strength from it. Finally over coffee I had to ask. "Erica, what in the hell is that in your hand? You've been holding on to it all damn night." I said reaching out to take it from you. You jerked it out of my reach an tucked it into the hip pocket of your jeans. "No, no. It's nothing." You paused for a moment and looked at me. "Jim, we have to talk." "Oh, shit, Hon, not that again. Every time you start a conversation with that I know its about something I don't want to hear!" Prophet, thy name is James. You stumbled a bit. You wanted to find the right words but they were never there. How could they be? Finally, your eyes looked into mine, and said, "I wasn't going to do this. You deserve so much more than this." You reached back into your hip pocket and thrust the paper out to my hand like something you wanted desperately to be rid of; a bomb waiting to go off. Gingerly, I took it from your waiting hand. It was damp from your sweating palms. I opened it slowly, cautiously as if whatever evil living on its pages could reach out and grab me as it had you. I read. It wasn't long but it was honest. We have always had that. On its page I see a person in pain; a person torn. You watched my face looking for signs of my own pain, confusion, anger, understanding and, perhaps a bit of disgust. I am sure that you saw them all at some point. Finally, I set the letter down. I looked at you. Your eyes searched for some sign of reaction. I started to speak but nothing came. I cleared my throat and began again. "It took a lot of courage to write this. Is this the way you feel?" I croaked. My heart was beating 300 beats per minutes. My head was swimming. "Jim, I love you. I don't want to hurt you ever. But, you deserved to know what was going on with me." You searched my face again. I stood up. I knew if I didn't I may never rise to my feet again. You waited as I walked over to the mantle where we kept our memories. "This is a lot to take in." I said flatly. "Jim, darling, I.." you began "Do you hate me, now knowing that your wife is gay? That I desire a woman's touch?" You sounded like a child asking a parent for forgiveness. Still looking at the mantle, I replied. "Quit saying that! You aren't gay! Hate you? Of course not! I love you and always have; probably always will." You leapt up and threw your arms around me. I didn't mean for it to happen, but as your arms came around me I stepped back, wheeling from your embrace. In that moment, we knew things could never be the same. You staggered back, agony lining your features. "I revolt you, now?" your voice quivered. My mind still reeled from the letter. Yes, there was revulsion there, fighting with anger, compassion, love, and fear for dominance of my soul. Which one would win you couldn't guess and I didn't know. Still, I looked at the mantle. There in photos was our life together laid out. Our wedding photo, pictures of our children, bright and happy, your one "glamour shot", me in my uniform fresh home from my enlistment in the army. Our family photo that we used for Christmas cards two years past. A photo from the PTA. It was all there. Seventeen years. Seventeen years of lies? Seventeen years gone. I knew what you were feeling. The anger at God for doing this to us. The fear for the future, our future. "Jim.." I heard you but I couldn't respond. "Jim, what are you thinking? What are you feeling? Don't shut me out now, please." I could hear the sense of pleading in your voice. I turned and looked into your eyes, eyes I have seen scared, angry and filled with joy. I had to say something but I didn't know what to say. "Jim, please!" "Erica, what do you want me to say?" I asked. "Tell me everything will work out. Tell me …tell me things will be all right." I ran my hand through my thinning hair and signed. "Honey, I wish I could." I held up my hand cutting you off before you could speak. "Will you just listen?" You sat there looking at me, hands folded in your lap. Suddenly I saw the girl I fell in love with twenty-one years ago. The girl who stole my heart in "Pop" Withams algebra class. For her, I had to be strong, for her and for our children. "Baby," I began, "I don't know what to say. I am filled with all sorts of things right now. But, I want you to know this, love is the first. Love and a great deal of admiration. But there is pain and anger too. Not a certain lack of betrayal. Oh, I know you have always been true to your vows. You would never cheat on me. You would never jeopardize what we have built together. I don't mean going out and screwing someone else. That isn't you or me either for that matter. " I sat down before I fell down. "Erica, I wish it was a simple case of another man. Another man I could compete with. I would have some idea of what to do. But this isn't that, is it? This is a complete change in what and who you are. What you need and what you can give me, to our marriage. This hits at our core. To be fair, it hits me right where I live. This goes to the core of what I am as a man " "For the last year, I knew there was something different when we made love. Can we still call it that, I wonder? Making love?" "Jim.." you croaked your eyes filled with tears. "I knew it when you always wanted it doggie style even though I always liked it with either you or me on top. You know why?" "No" you mewed. "Because I could always see you that way, always touch you. Doggie only lets me grab your hips; only a small portion of us can touch. I like to feel your skin against mine. Your legs wrapped around me and the smoothness of your skin against mine. Did you know that humans are one of the only of God's creatures that can reproduce facing each other? It's true. We are one of maybe a handful that can see the partner we create life with. I love your face. I love looking at you. It hurt me to do it with your turned away from me. I think in some perverse way, I knew why you did it, too. "You know me too well. I thought if I ignored this long enough it would go away. Deep down I knew it wouldn't. I love you, Erica, I need you. I need to touch you, feel you, be with you. For us, sex has always bee the best extension of our love. I can't live without that. But, I can't live with the knowledge that you don't want me, at least not that way anymore. I can't live in a sexless marriage. And sooner or later, I would go outside of our home to find that comfort you have given me. I would become the cheat. I would hate your and myself for making me do that." "I can still do that, Jim. I can still please you. I love you. I could never turn you away." "True, you wouldn't refuse me but you wouldn't seek me out either, or if you did, at some point you would resent it. I don't need a charity fuck, Erica," I said more cruelly than I intended. I continued. " A part of me wants to say that if this is what you are and who you are now, go and find yourself a lover. A woman who can give you what I no longer can. I love you enough to want you to be happy, no matter what brings that happiness. But we both know that won't work either. Cheating is cheating even with permission. We were married in a church before the eyes of God. We swore before God to forsake all others. There was no sex clause to it. And even if I give my permission, does that mean He," I said pointing to the ceiling, "has given His? Besides, it wouldn't be fair to you, me or your lover. You would go crazy spreading yourself too thin. You could never give me what I need, never be completely with her, either. Neither of us would have you. And you wouldn't have yourself." I sighed." And then there is the kids. We forgot about them. What do we tell them. ‘Oh, by the way, mommy has been living a lie. She really a lesbo!' Neither of us would want this. I feel at some point they would have to ask themselves; if Mom was lying about loving Dad all these years, maybe she was lying about us too?" "I would never let that happen!", you replied furiously. "Erica, I am sure that if you could control events you would have never let what is happening to us now happen. Events happen, as they happen." I said softly. You looked down. "Yes, you are right there. This isn't what I wanted, that is for sure." I came to my feet again and spun to face you, frustrated and angry. "Explain this to me! How the hell can you just be a lesbian all of a sudden? Sexual orientation is determined at birth, damn it! Isn't that what they always tell us? Ten percent of the population is gay. Was my cock so inept that you decided to go the other way?" "Jim, stop it! You know it wasn't like that! I didn't wake up one morning and say, ‘Today I'll become gay!'" you hissed angrily. "I can't explain this! You read my letter. Do you think this is easy for me?" I couldn't help myself, the anger was welling up inside me. How could she do this me? To us? To the kids? What was I going to do without her? But deep down I knew this wasn't a matter of choice. My head hung no longer supported it seemed. "No, baby. I know it isn't. It isn't easy for me, either. I don't believe easy comes into this at all.", I sighed. Suddenly I felt drained. Exhaustion set in and I felt all the energy drain away to be replaced with a fatigue that reached down into my soul. I looked at you. You were feeling it too. You looked like a dish rag. For the first time in our life together I wanted to reach out to you but was afraid. I was afraid you would step away as I had, afraid that you would misread my intention, afraid you would no longer want my arms around you. I started to speak and my hand started to reach out to you. But, the love was still there. You jumped to your feet and threw yourself into my arms nearly knocking me into the mantle. My arms circled you wrapping themselves around your waist. I was awash in a sense of permanence, of acceptance. I was like a child again, a child safe in a loved ones embrace. This was what I had lived for. This was what life meant for me. You held me tightly and sobbed in my ear, "Oh, Jim, darling, what are we going to do?" Then you began to cry uncontrollably, your fears and pain seeking release. I stroked your hair just as I had done the night your mother passed away. "I don't know what to do, babe. We can't stay where we are. Not now. And I don't know how to go forward. And we certainly can't go back!" I pulled you away and looked into your red, tear stained face. "Earlier I said you were very brave and I admired you. You have carried this for the past year all alone. I failed you. I can't fix this. I can't make it go away. But, I can do one thing. This isn't your burden anymore. It's ours." You pulled me back to you. "We'll solve this, baby" you sobbed into my neck. "No we won't, Erica. There may be no solution, only an ending to the pain we have. That may be the best we can do. A resolution but not a solution." I held you back away from me and kissed your face. "But we can't solve it tonight. I'm wiped and I need to think more on this. And so do you. But we are in this together. I love you very much, Erica." "Jim, I love you so much! You are my life!" you sobbed. As I held you my eyes roamed the room. Our house, the home we made together, the days we shared together. My gaze swept from the letter now lying on the floor to the photos on the mantle. No, we wouldn't resolve this tonight, but we would resolve it. And no matter how we did our home would be shattered by it. I stepped back. "I'm going to the bathroom and then to bed. Are you coming?" You wiped your eyes and looked up at me a moment, searching my face. Finally, you smile a small smile. "Jim, you know I can't sleep without you there." I took your hand and we walked up to the bedroom. Tomorrow we would begin looking for a resolution to this dilemma God or Fate had placed us in. I was angry still, and more than a little hurt. I felt confused and powerless. But I was happy and proud. Proud of my wife and her courage and the love which had allowed her to tell me what was wrong. I was proud of myself for being able to share this weight and take some small load from her shoulders. Tomorrow would be a new day, the beginning of many days to come. But it would never again be a typical day. Apologies to all you readers who wanted and ending to this. I feel that after reading "Torn" and "A Typical Day" you will come to agree with me that there is no single resolution. I wanted to leave this opened ended so that perhaps other writers, better ones than I could move forward with this, provide their perspective of what happens to these people next. In the story I wanted to show the love , the commitment and pain a revelation like this will cause. And I wanted to show that for some problems there are no easy answers in real life. So I leave it to someone else to take up the gauntlet if they will. Oh, you may be wondering that since I claimed some personal knowledge of this kind of dilemma, what I did. What was my "resolution"? Keep wondering and write your own ending to that as well. :-) A Typical Day "Don't move," sneered the man. His voice was familiar, but that menacing tone was not. I did what I was told so I would not upset the already frustrated man. He moved around me in fast pace and began fussing around in his pockets for something. A content breath was released from his lips when he found what he was looking for. "Move your hair," he barked. I picked up my hair in the way I would normally put it up into a ponytail. The man placed his cold hands upon my neck, a shiver went down my spine. He then placed a collar, his collar, around my neck and secured it into place. Even before I walked through the door to his apartment, I was his..but now, it was confirmed. "Kneel," was all he said. I immediately, yet elegantly, dropped to my knees awaiting my next order. As I do when I'm nervous, my head was bowed. After the man completed the circle around me, he grabbed a fist full of my blonde hair. "What have I told you. I want your eyes on me at all times," his voice meant business. "I'm sorry Sir," I whispered. "YOU'RE WHAT?!" he spat back, grabbing my face forcing my eyes to meet his deep brown ones. Sir hated apologizes more than he hated when I spoke without permission. His firm hand met my face. In a swift motion he grabbed the leash off of the bed and attached it to the front of the collar. He then sat on the bed and tugged at the leash for me to move forward. I found myself kneeling between his legs, staring up into his dark eyes. A sly smirk appeared on his perfectly shaped lips. He stood up in front of me. "Undress me," his orders rang in my ears for a couple of seconds. I began to unlace his shoes, one by one I took them off. Then his socks. I began to take his trousers off in an elegant fashion to make sure I didn't wrinkle them, however when I went to remove his boxers he stopped me. I then rose and began to unbutton his white dress shirt, and slipped his white undershirt over his head. He sat back on the bed with his pile of clothes to the left of him. "Good girl," he said as he patted me on the head. A smile ran across my face. Making my Sir happy is one of the greatest feelings in the world. We just starred into each others' eyes for a few seconds, until he rose again and moved towards his chest of treasures. He was digging around in there for a while when he pulled out one of our many canes and placed it on the bed. My eyes were fixated on the fine piece of craftsmanship that sat in front of me, but when Sir kept digging in the chest I began to wonder what he was up to. He then pulled out the long, hollow, wooden paddle I loathed so much. Sir threw that on the bed. He then walked back over and sat down in front of me. "Open," he said implying for me to open my mouth. I did so and with that he placed the cane horizontally in my mouth. "Each time you drop the cane, you're going to get 10 hits with it, understand?" his question was more of an order and less of something he wanted answered. I still nodded just to make sure. "Up. Place your hands on the bed, ass out." I did as I was told and braced myself for impact. His hands caressed my pale bottom, which was to soon be a shade of red. He warmed me up with some light taps from the paddle and then without warning the intensity increased and it didn't show any sign of letting up. I held the cane in my mouth for a decent amount of time, until one particular thwack caught me off guard and the bamboo implement fell onto the bed. Sir stopped, grabbed the cane with one hand and forced my jaw open with the other. "That's ten," he spat with a sly tone in his voice as he stuck the cane back into my mouth. Shit, was the thought that ran threw my mind. Sir was gearing up for another round with the paddle. Do not drop the cane was all I thought. I was bracing myself for the paddle, instead the thud of his fist met my ass. "You're going to be my punching bag," was all he said as the first blow came dead center on my right cheek. I'm not sure how much time passed until Sir got tired of punching me, but I know it was longer than his time with the paddle was. "Well my little slut you dropped the cane once, which means you get ten hits with the cane. Now drop it," I did as I was told and the cane plopped back onto the bed. Sir snatched it up quickly, grabbed me by the back of the collar and spun me around. "Sit," The soft bed stung my ass, but eventually that subsided. Oh no, not my thighs, was all I thought. As much as I knew that Sir was going to abuse my thighs, I tried to trick myself into thinking he wasn't, which made the first blow hurt a lot more than it should have. I yelped after the tenth strike and could feel the welts already developing from the previous nine. Sir cradled my fragile self in his arms while whispering what a good girl I was and how I should show my gratitude for Him not continuing. I nodded and knelt on the floor in front of Him. I pulled his erect cock out of his boxers and began to lick from the head all the way to the shaft before engulfing his large, thick member into my mouth. I began sucking his cock in a fairly steady pace, until Sir couldn't take it anymore and grabbed a chunk of my hair and began face fucking me, forcing me to take Him all the way down my throat. With his other hand, Sir grabbed my face and forced me to look at him. He loved the helpless look in my eyes mixed in with my smeared makeup, in fact it made him laugh a bit. It wasn't long before I felt him shoot his load down my throat. I enthusiastically swallowed every drop. "Such a good little pet I have," he said as he ran his fingers through my hair. I smiled, and blushed a bit. Sir patted the spot next to Him on the bed, which meant I could curl up with Him. He held me close to him as we took a nap, recharging for the next round. A Typical Day: Lunch I'd like to apologize for not having posted Part Two a long time ago. A post about series that don't get finished mentioned this story. So, I searched, found it on my PC. Part Two had already been started. I'm guessing I had encountered a writer's block or diverted to another project. Either way, here's Part Two, FINALLY! For those of you unfamiliar with this series, this is part two of A Typical Day, Not! (.)(.) I worked some on this and some on that. Answered umpteen phone calls. Salesmen that could save me millions of dollars on something I was spending only a few grand. Headhunters trying to push their latest, greatest whiz kid. Some were from users with problems, a few from my staff asking technical questions for what ever they were working on at the time. I was getting hungry and kept looking at my PC's clock, waiting for lunchtime. Finally, it was noon. I could have taken an early lunch. But with meeting Jack for lunch, I needed to eat at the same time he was. I took a few bills out of my purse and put the purse back in a desk drawer. I headed for the cafeteria. The lunch line was the first thing when entering the cafeteria. Jack was waiting for me at the line. We picked up our trays and silverware and went through this line. I picked out the chicken cordon blue and a salad. The cafeteria actually had pretty good food. It also had refrigerators and microwave ovens for those that brought their lunches. I paid for the meal and got a cup for my Diet Coke. Soda was self-serve. Leaving the kitchen area, I entered the table area. The middle area had a number of rectangular tables with two chairs on opposite sides. Along two of the walls were booths capable of seating four as well. Jack and I walked past the booths toward the middle of the cafeteria. Walking past the booths, I noticed a pair of men's pants down around a pair of ankles. They were sticking out and I had to walk around. Looking down at the seat, I saw one of the two young ladies that had said 'hello' to Dan earlier looking back up at me. "Hi, Jenny. Gonna fuck my boss again?" she asked me when she saw Jack. "I don't know. Just got a royal fucking earlier from Dan. He's the guy you saw earlier." "He was cute. Who was he, anyway?" "A new tech that I hired. Good fuck, too." "Cool! When do I get to fuck him?" "Monday. After me." Just then, the guy that was on top of her started cumming, so Jack and I went for a table. We sat down at one of the round ones. "So, Jenny. Do you fuck all your hires?" Jack asked me. "Only if they have the technical skills to get hired in the first place. It's the last test of the interview. I like to make sure they'll work well with the rest of the department before I make the actual job offer. Besides, are you really going to tell me that you didn't jump her bones?" Before he could answer, Matt and Wendy came to the table. Matt had brought his lunch, Wendy had gotten a cheese burger and fries from the cafeteria. Wendy ate like a pig, no diet anything, the greasiest and tastiest foods. Wendy was also pencil thin and I hated her for it. But it was really mild jealousy. I liked Wendy. They sat down, keeping boy, girl, boy, girl. "No, she doesn't fuck all her hires," Wendy said, answering Jack's question. "She had me eating her out for half an hour before she would offer me the job. But she did have me sit up on her desk afterwards and she thanked me for accepting." Jack gave me a smug smile with raised eyebrows. I just shrugged back, guilty. Besides, I still wasn't sure if Jack to screw the little bimbo we had past. We continued to chit chat about hiring and such. But Jack must have realized that I was distracted. "What's up, Jen?" Jack asked. "Just looking at Paul. He is such dweeb," I replied. Jack turned his gaze to see what I was looking at. "Yeah, he's certainly a brown dicker," Jack said. Brown dicker was what we called guys that would offer their ass to their boss, just to get ahead or keep their job. We watched as Paul sucked on Nolan Farnsworth IV's cock. Paul's official title was Special Assistant to the President. What it really meant was that Paul fetched Farnsworth's coffee and sucked him off when ever Farnsworth felt he had the need. Not that Farnsworth was particularly gay. In fact, he had allowed most of the women at Farnsworth suck up to him by sucking him off. "So, do you think Farnsworth will have Paul finish, or turn his ass around?" Jack asked. Wendy and Matt turned around to see. Farnsworth answered Jack's question by reaching for the dispenser on the table and took a condom. He handed the condom to Paul. Paul put the condom on Farnsworth and stood up. Paul took some lube that was also supplied on the table and handed it to Farnsworth. Standing, Farnsworth lubed Paul's ass, and then pointed his cock to it. Slowly, he inserted about half of his cock in. Suddenly, he rammed it all the way. Paul yelped and the other two suits sitting at the table giggled. Farnsworth fucked Paul hard, smacking his ass occasionally. "That's disgusting," Wendy said. "Paul is such a suck up. What wouldn't he do?" Matt and Wendy both turned back around, facing Jack and I. Changing the subject, Matt asked us, "Did you hear about what some company is doing in New York? They're banning sex in the work place!" "Eeww! Now that's DISGUSTING!" I exclaimed. "Yeah," Matt continued. "Said something about it taking away from productivity. People are spending too much time sucking and fucking, not enough time working." "But what about lunch? I wouldn't know what to do if I couldn't suck a dick at lunch." I reached over, playing with Jack's cock through his pants. Then with just the one hand, slowly unbuttoned his pants and unzipped them. A quick tug on the front of his boxers had the one snap open and I soon was stoking Jack to a good hard on. "No kidding," Wendy added. "Makes me want to fuck right now, just in case Farnsworth does something stupid like that." Wendy slipped off her shoes and stood up. It didn't take long for her slacks and panties to be draped on her chair. Being the analytical one, Jack commented, "I doubt that will happen. Not after seeing what we just saw." Matt pushed his now empty lunch bag and trash to the center of the table. Patting the table in front him, he told Wendy, "Have a sit, Dessert!" Wendy sat on the table in front of Matt. Being careful where she put her hands, she leaned back. Matt lifted her legs and put them on his shoulders just before leaning his face into her twat. I quickly finished my chicken. Looking at Jack, I told him, "I could use a little something to wash this down." I bent down and took his cock in my mouth with a soft moan. I sucked on the circumcised head, taking it out only to kiss the tip. Then went down again. I had been sucking Jack off for a few minutes when a pair of ladies legs walked up. I heard a kiss above me. "Hi, Jenny," Robyn said to me. Robyn, Jack's wife, worked in HR. "Mi, Momyn," I muttered, my mouth full of Jack's cock. I wasn't going to take his cock out of my mouth just to say 'hi' to his wife. I saw Jack slip his near hand up his wife's skirt. "Now here's a fresh fucked pussy," Jack commented. He took the finger that had been in her pussy and licked it. "So who's cum am I tasting?" "It's John's. He works in Operations. He needed a change in his payroll direct deposit and offered to screw me at lunch for my trouble," Robyn explained to him. I knew John. He was at least twenty years younger than Robyn. I met John when I had to work on his network connection. I had sucked my way from under his desk where the connection was located. Jack put his finger back in his wife's pussy and fingered her as I sucked him. I could hear more kissing above me, and Robyn's breathing getting quicker. Jack took his other hand and slid it up the back of my blouse. His fingers had a lot of experience undoing my bra and quickly unfastened it. He then slid his hand around and played with my tits. I'm sure Jack was enjoying us two women. His wife's lips were on his, my lips on his cock. One hand in her cunt, the other hand on my tits. Having recently been screwed, Robyn quickly orgasmed. She took Jack's hand from her sensitive clit and licked his finger clean. "Now, Jenny. I don't want to hear anything about sexual harassment. Be sure he pleasures you when his done," Robyn said to the back of my bobbing head. I knew she wasn't serious and giggled. I took Jack's dick out of my mouth and looked up at her. "Don't worry, Robyn. I'll be sure to have him eat his dessert! Just like Matt's eating his." "Don't forget, Jenny. I need to have those people moved this evening," Robyn reminded me. She was moving some of her staff from one set of cubicles to another. Not that she wanted to, but Operations was adding more people and need the row of cubes that were adjacent to theirs. "Not a problem," I lied. I had forgotten about it and didn't have anyone scheduled to work late this evening to do the moves. Robyn said her goodbye's, nodding to Wendy and the top of Matt's head, still between Wendy's legs. I wondered if Wendy was using her legs to hold Matt in place. I had already heard her enjoy a few orgasms. I also wondered if Robyn's words might have also been meant for Wendy. I took to sucking off Jack in earnest. Pleasuring Jack while he pleasured his wife had gotten me horny. My pussy needed attention. Jack must have been turned on by it as well. Only a minute later, he was squeezing my tit hard and trying to hump my face. I lifted my head, swallowing the load he had shot into my mouth and went back down. I sucked hard and squeezed his cock with my hand as I slowly brought my head back off. I milked his cum from his cock a few more times. Sitting back up, I noticed that Matt and Wendy had traded places. "My turn," I told Jack and I joined Matt on the table. "So this is a fresh fucked pussy as well," Jack commented as he lifted my skirt. "Yes, it is a well fucked pussy. But don't worry, we used a condom." "Why's that?" Jack asked. "I wanted his cock in me, but I also wanted to taste his cum. Couldn't very well taste it if his cum was in my pussy," I explained. "That's my Jenny," he said with half a grin. Then he kissed the inside of my left thigh and started his way up. Sitting next to Matt, I decided to ask him. "Matt, we need to move a bunch of patch cables tonight. Can you stay late to do it?" "No, I'm going to my Mom's for dinner tonight," Matt replied. "You can eat dinner at your Mother's anytime. I need to get these cables moved." "Sorry," was Matt's only reply. "Tell you what," I offered, placing his hand on my tit for emphasis. I caught my breath for a second as Jack reached my pussy. "If you stay and help me move the cables, we can fuck when we're done." Matt continued to play with my tit as he looked at me. I could tell he had visions of fucking me running through his mind. Suddenly, he leaned over and kissed me. "Deal!" he agreed. "Careful," I told him. "I said you could fuck me. I didn't say you could kiss me." But I was glad that he'd help with the network work. We couldn't do it during the day. That would bring down the PCs as users were working. I leaned against Matt, letting him play with my tit, as I enjoyed Jack's tongue. Without realizing it at the time, I hugged Matt as Jack brought me to orgasm. Jack continued to work over my pussy. Matt hugged me as he came into Wendy's mouth. After Wendy finished Matt's cock, we all stood up to straighten or put on our clothing. Wendy took the longest, putting her panties, slacks, and shoes back on. The four of us walked out of the cafeteria together. Jack rested a hand on my ass as we walked. He gave it a pat, "see you later, Jen." Then he had to turn down another hallway to his area of the building. (.)(.) The rest of the day was fairly uneventful. I verified just which patch cables we would need to move. A few of them would have to be replaced with longer cables. I wished we had newer switches for the network. It would have eliminated the need to move anything. On the other hand, I would have a chance to fuck Matt and make him happy for a while. It's good to keep your staff happy. The day must have moved quickly. It seemed as if Matt was in my office just an hour after lunch. "So, are we ready to get started?" Matt asked me. I looked at the time on my PC. "Not yet, it's only five now. We'll give them until 5:30. That way anybody that's finishing anything up can actually finish it." "I wasn't referring to the patch cables," he told me as he started rubbing his cock through his pants. "Sorry, Tiger," I told him. I used both hands to lift and rub my tits. "You'll have to wait until we're finished with the project. Besides, it'll give us more time to play." Matt smiled at that and continued to rub his cock, looking at me. His cock was stiffening and I sat watching it grow in his pants. Matt played it to the hilt, teasing me by sensuously rubbing himself, pushing on his pants next to it to define it for me. The tip of his cock slid under his belt. Matt's cock was what I liked about him. Matt was my first hire. And, I'll admit, I hired him for his cock. Luckily, he worked out well technically. For whatever reason, Matt seemed to like me in much the same way. I enjoyed teasing him about having sex. I liked turning him down repeatedly, only to fuck his brains out later. And there was always a later. I made sure of that. Deciding to go back to the task at hand, I opened the spreadsheet I had created with a list of port numbers to be moved. I printed it and asked Matt, "you wanna get this off the printer and meet me in the wiring closet?" He answered by leaving, headed for the printer. I closed the file and shut down my PC. I had no intention of going back to it. I picked out a couple of patch cords I had in a desk drawer, grabbed my purse, and turned out the office light as I left. At the wiring closet, I had to fish out my keys from my purse. Because of some of the expensive equipment we stored in it, the door was kept locked. Opening the door, I blocked it open with an old file server. Setting the cables and my purse on a stack of equipment, I turned the light on in the closet. The wiring closet was larger than any closet in my house. Technically, it was a 12x12 office that was converted to be used as the main distribution point for the entire network. I went over to the patch panels and started removing the covers over the cable management trays. "Alright, let's get this over with," Matt commented as he walked in. "What's first?" "Here," I said as I took the print out from him. "I'll read off the jack numbers. You can move the patch cables." I took a pen from my purse to mark off the jacks on the spreadsheet as we completed them. Most of the moves were fairly simple. Take the patch cord out of jack 123 and put it in jack 169. A couple of times, Matt had to tug on one end of a cable while I tried to find the other end. That way, we could pull it through the many cables in the cable tray to redirect it to a different patch panel. This was especially true for the few 7 foot cables that we had to replace with the fourteen foot ones I had brought from my office. Sometimes, it made for close work. Matt never missed a chance to brush up against a tit. As it was, he usually worked with only one hand. The other hand was on my ass. I wanted to tell him to pay attention to the work. Instead, I was turned on by all the attention. After almost an hour, we had everything moved. I put my pen back in the purse. Matt came up behind, placing a hand on both tits. "Now we get to play," he said to me. "Damn, you must be pretty horny," I complained. "Been thinking of this ever since lunch. Stacey had a question about Excel that she couldn't really explain over the phone. So I went to her desk and helped her out. She was so happy, she wanted to blow me. But, I begged off, wanting to be fresh for you." As Matt explained, he reached behind me and up my blouse to unclasp my bra. "I feel honored. You saving yourself just for me," I replied as he pulled my blouse over my head. After he removed my bra, I turned around to let him see my tits. He tossed my blouse and bra behind me. With his arms around me, he unzipped my skirt. I watched in anticipation as he knelt down. Matt pulled down my skirt. He waited for me to step out of them before tossing them behind me again. He left my thigh highs and heels on. "Although," I objected mildly, "I thought maybe we could have used one of the conference rooms. It would be a little more comfortable than here." Matt and I had used the locked wiring closet before for a quickie in the middle of the day. But this wasn't in the middle of the day. "Okay," Matt conceded. He picked up some of the short patch cords we just took out. "What's with those?" I asked him. "Glad you asked." Matt took both my hands and stepped close. He put his hands around me to hug me, taking my hands with his. Then I felt one of the patch cords being looped around my wrists. "O-oh," I cooed. "A little bondage today?" I rubbed my tits side to side, against his chest. Matt just gave me a naughty grin as he finished tying my hands behind my back. Taking another patch cord, he looped it around my neck, tying it into a leash. With a slight tug, I followed him. Reaching the door, he motioned me ahead of him. Pushing the file server with his foot, the closet door swung shut and automatically locked. Walking down the hallway, looking for the nearest conference room with a sofa, we were stopped by Dorothy, one of the cleaning ladies. She's a little shorter, a little plumper than I am. "What do you have here, a dangerous terrorist?" she asked Matt as she looked at how I was tied up. She reached up and pinched my nipple. "Need any help with the interrogation?" I really wasn't in the mood for a three-way. I was glad when Matt answered, "No, I think I can handle this one myself." With a tug of his leash, we continued past her. We got to the conference room without any further encounters. Matt locked the door as he closed it. He even closed the blinds to the windows facing the hallway. We would have some privacy. "Kneel", he commanded. I obeyed. Stepping about two paces away from me, Matt deliberately took his clothes off. He carefully laid them on the conference table. I smiled in anticipation when he finally pulled down his underwear. Matt's dick wasn't the biggest I ever had. But it was the biggest I had with any regularity. Stepping closer to me, Matt commanded, "suck." It was a little difficult sucking him with my hands behind my back. I like to stroke the dick, play with his balls. Besides, it gives me a little stability and balance. Still, Matt must have liked seeing his boss tied up, on her knees, and sucking him off. It wasn't long and he started rocking his hips. I felt like he was going to push me over. When he pushed forward and held it, I was barely able to finish him off without landing on my ass. "Feel any better now?" I asked when I finished cleaning him up. "Oh, I'm just getting started," Matt informed has he stepped behind me. Taking a remaining patch cord, he tied it to my left ankle. Then he untied my wrists, keeping hold of my left one. Pulling it down, he tied it to my ankle. Using the patch cord that was around my wrists, he tied my right wrist to my right ankle. "I hope you don't expect me to get up," I advised him. But Matt was way ahead of me. Placing one arm under my ass, he threaded his other arm behind my back and in front of my back stretched arms. He lifted me with little effort and gently placed me on the sofa. The pleather made clean ups easier, but stuck to me. I rocked back and forth a little to get my arms out from under me. The way he had me tied up had my knees bent, my ankles spread. I could have held my knees together, but it was a little hard. Besides, I sure as hell didn't want to. A Typical Day: Lunch Matt sat down at the end of the sofa, by my feet. He turned to me, smiled, and looked me over. He just smiled and looked, not making any kind of move. "Well, are you going to do something or just look at me?" I asked. Matt chuckled, "I could always just leave you here. Dorothy will be in here after awhile. She'll probably untie you. But I'm sure she'd have her own fun with you first." "You better, fucking not! I'd get a goddamn strap on. The next time at lunch, I'd compete against Farnsworth to see which of us could humiliate better than the other." "Ouch!" Matt said, shocked I would even come up with such a thing. He started to rub the inside of my thighs, hold one against the back of the sofa, the other laid flat. "Don't worry, like I said before, I haven't really started on you yet." Matt bent down and kissed just inside my knee. He kissed down to my crotch, then kissed a circle around me. He kissed his way up the other leg, back down, and more circles around me. I squirmed, trying to get my pussy on his lips. But he kept away from it. "Come on, dammit!" I complained. "We haven't got all night." "We've got as much time as I've got you tied up," Matt answered. I tugged on my restraints, but they wouldn't budge. Who would have thought that Cat 5 cable could be so versatile? I quit tugging when Matt finally kissed my pussy. Ever so slowly, he began to eat me. It was as if he was trying to see how long he could torture me. I glanced at the clock. It was already 6 o'clock. Matt's tongue flat against my clit, making slow strokes, caused me to just relax and enjoy. In spite of being tied up, I was able to rock my hips in an attempt to rub my clit harder against his tongue. I arched my back, raising my ass up in the air as I came hard. Matt kept up with me, continuing to tongue my pussy with is slow, gentle tongue. It made my clit super sensitive and I started to giggle. Rocking back and forth, I tried to get my pussy away from him for a moment. Matt pinned my knees in place, reducing the rocking. Before too long, his tongue quit tickling and felt good again. I came again. My ass was bouncing on the sofa, I screamed loudly. I was sure that Dorothy could probably hear me. No doubt, she would be upset that she wasn't part of the fun. Matt turned up the heat on my pussy. His nose rubbed my clit as his tongue fucked my hole. Then he would suck my lips into his mouth. He moved to my clit and sucked it in as the tip of his tongue did a number on it. I was nearly convulsing through the next orgasm. Matt stopped for the moment, letting me catch my breath. He gently blew on my sopping wet pussy. It caused it to cool some, sending a shiver up my spine. Then he leaned back into my crotch and went to work again. I lost count of the number of orgasms I had. He would eat me to a few, give a few moments rest, and then start again. At first, I was enjoying the hell out of it. But eventually, I needed to have his cock shoved up my cunt. "Come on, Matt," I pleaded. "We really don't have all night." "In a little bit," Matt replied, reinforcing his power over me. By now, he had added a few fingers to my pussy. Again, he brought me to orgasm. "Please, Matt. I really need your cock in me," I begged. "Now that's what I've been waiting to hear. If you'd said that an hour ago, we could have been done by now." I looked again at the clock. It was a little after 7 o'clock. Matt had been eating me for an hour. Now, he was tonguing my belly button as he wiped my juices off his face. Moving up, he kissed and sucked each nipple. Then he slowly slipped inside me. "Oh, yes. That's what I've been waiting for," I murmured. I adjusted my hips to give him easier access. Matt slowly stroked in and out of me. It was one of the things I liked about Matt fucking me. He could slowly and gently fuck me the whole time, even when he came. It always made for one hell of an orgasm. I wished I could have put my arms around him. It wouldn't have been too intimate for boss and staff. Just made things more comfortable. Then Matt kissed me. "Matt! I told you, no kissing. What if somebody saw me kissing one of my staff?" I asked, surprised by his forward act. Matt turned his head toward the door and I followed his gaze. The door was locked and the blinds were closed. No one would see us. We looked at each other again. "No, Matt. It still wouldn't be right for us to kiss. It's just not approp..." I was stopped mid-sentence as he put his tongue in my mouth. It was wrong. Matt and I enjoyed a good fucking. But we weren't intimate. We didn't kiss. Sure, Jack and I kissed. But we didn't even work in the same department. Intimacy between Jack and I wasn't against the rules. But damn, Matt's dick felt so wonderful inside me. I closed my eyes and kissed him back. True to form, and every other time Matt fucked me, he maintained a slow, steady action. His dick both teased and excited my pussy. We finally broke the kiss when I came yet again. After it washed through me, I opened my eyes to see Matt smiling down at me. For some stupid reason, I lifted my head and we resumed our lip lock. Soon, I could feel Matt's muscles tense. I knew he was close. He parted the kiss to grunt softly. Feeling the warmth of his cum and the added lubrication was the only other signals that he had cum. Relaxed, he kissed me again. We entwined tongues for a few moments before he lifted himself up. Smiling, he looked at me. "That's what I like best about fucking you. You always have this great, contended, just fucked look when we're done." Then Matt got up off the sofa. He looked at me laying on the sofa, tied up and freshly fucked as he dressed as deliberately as he had undressed. "You are going to untie me aren't you?" I asked, wondering how long he would leave me like I was. "Don't worry. Dorothy will be in here to clean after awhile." "You better not!" Matt said nothing as he tucked in his shirt and zipped his pants. I began to feel fearful, when Matt finally chuckled at me. Then he knelt down to untie me. When he finished untying the near side, I pushed up and turned to bring the leg and wrist against the back of the sofa closer to him. "Matt, you do know that you can't tell anyone we kissed. Right?" Matt looked up from his work and smiled. "I promise not to tell a soul, so long as I get another kiss." Matt was blackmailing me into kissing him again. I told him, "not right now. Maybe later." I was just trying to stall it, hoping he wouldn't ask about it again. But for reason, I pictured us standing in the locked wiring closet, arms wrapped around each other, lips pressed lustfully against the other's. He finished untying me and I rubbed my wrists. He hadn't tied the loops tightly, but my tugging had caused the wire to dig into my wrists. "Thanks, Jenny. See you tomorrow," Matt said as he paused at the door. "Thanks for helping me move the patch cords," I replied as I untied the patch cord around my neck. Matt opened the door and left, leaving the door open. I checked the sofa. It was normal courtesy to clean up after using it. But I decided that since Dorothy hadn't cleaned in here yet, I could just leave it. I picked up the patch cords and put them in the trash. After being tied in knots, they weren't any good as patch cords. Leaving the conference room, I headed first to the restroom. Sitting on the toilet, I peed and wiped the juices of sex from my legs. I stopped at the mirror and realized that I didn't have my purse and it's brush. As I turned to leave, Bob walked in. Bob paused and looked at me, surprised to find me standing there naked. I shrugged my shoulders, "I left my clothes somewhere." As I left the restroom, Bob turned to the urinals, laughing. I knew where my clothes were. They were in the locked wiring closet, along with my keys. And, Matt had already left. Luckily, the guys in PC Support sometimes needed access to the wiring closet. That was why there was always an extra key in my top desk drawer. I walked to my office and opened the drawer. Sitting where they key was kept was a note. Jenny, what are you going to wear home? Matt "You son of a bitch!" I yelled. At least I still had a card up my sleeve. I opened a file drawer and flipped through to the P's. I pulled out a pair of panties. The card wasn't an ace, but sometimes a deuce will help. After I put the panties on, I looked up and saw an arm in my office doorway. My extra key was held in its hand. "Matt," I said with exasperation. "Just give me the key. You can let me in the damn closet." Smiling smugly, Matt stepped to the doorway. He tossed me the key and I put it in its place. As I stepped out of my office, Matt put his arm around me, and then slid it down to my ass. Arm in arm, we walked to the wiring closet. When we got to the door, I put my hand in his pocket and fished out his keys. I opened the door, leaving the keys in the doorknob. It occupied Matt while I went for my clothes. I had to shake of the dust that they picked up from the old equipment they were tossed onto. I dressed with my back to Matt. When I turned around, he stepped closer. I looked to the door, it was shut. Then Matt held up his keys a moment before putting them in his pocket. Knowing it was wrong, I put my arms around Matt and kissed him. (.)(.) Again, I'm sorry it took so long for me to post the rest of the story. Please be nice to me. A Typical Day, NOT! What if? What if sex was normal? Not normal like it really is. I mean normal as in accepted as something we all enjoy? What if people used sex as a way to show appreciation, given as simple favor? What if after the neighbor mowed my grass, I gave him a bath, then fucked on the living room couch? When my husband came home, his only response was, "thanks Bob." And then he grabs two beers from the fridge for himself and Bob. What if we as a society decided that shaking hands was so Neanderthal? It's not like we go around carrying clubs. What if we just gently placed our hands on the other's genitals instead? Regardless of gender, we simple gave each other pleasure. Sex is just another way to please other people. (.)(.) RING I quickly finished entering the number in the spreadsheet I was working on. RING "Hello, this is Jenny," I said after picking it up. "Hi, Jenny. Yolanda. Dan Williams is here to see you." Yolanda was the receptionist here at Farnsworth Medical Supply. Dan would be the guy that I was to interview at 9:00. "Okay, Yolanda. I'll be there in a minute." "I'll let him know. Bye." "Thanks. Bye, bye." I hung up the receiver and looked back at the spreadsheet. I was in the middle of documenting the IP addresses I would assign to the devices at a new sales office. I quickly added one more address and saved the file. That done, I stood up to leave. "Hey, Jenny!" Matt shouted from his cubicle as I left my office. "Can I do you for lunch today?" "Not today," I replied. "I'll be doing Jack at lunch today. But if you and Wendy want to sit with us, that's fine." "Okay, we will. Doing anything special right now?" Matt asked. "Going to get Dan Williams. I'm interviewing him for the new opening." Matt let out a soft sigh. "See you at lunch." I walked down the hallway formed by more cubicles and down an actual hallway to the lobby. Other than Yolanda, there was only one other person in the lobby. Dan was about 5'6", dark brown hair, looked to be about 23. There was nothing really remarkable about his appearance. He nervously held a small portfolio in his left hand. "Hi, I'm Jenny Raven. You must be Dan Williams." "Yes, I am. Thank you for meeting with me." Dan and I extended our hands. Just as my right hand cupped his balls, his right cupped my left boob. He gently hefted it as if gauging its weight as I ran my hand up the length of his cock. I gently squeezed and rubbed his cock as Dan did likewise to my tits. He kept his fingers spread a little to increase the sensations my nipple felt. It was a warm, late spring day, the first day since last fall that the temperature was above 80. I wore a sheer, tan colored bra under a blue lace blouse. My nipple could easily feel Dan's attentions. Dan's cock started to stiffen and so did my nipple. I let go of Dan's cock. We didn't kiss. This was a formal meeting and so we weren't so forward. "My office is this way," I stated. I took a quick glance at Dan's crotch just before I turned away. His pants tented quite obviously. Walking down the hall, Dan was on my right. So he switch his portfolio to his right hand, then placed his left hand on the small of my back. He slid it down to my ass as we walked and played with the zipper. He didn't unzip my skirt. He just ran his fingernail over it to let me know that if I wanted him to, he was willing to unzip me and let my skirt fall to the floor. It was a subtle way for an interviewee to suck up to the interviewer. Two of the younger accounting clerks walked by and both said "hi" to the tent in Dan's pants. Jack stopped us. "Jenny, don't forget lunch today." Jack placed his hand on my tit. "Not a problem," I replied, slipping the fingers of one hand down his waistband. My fingertips could feel the head of his cock, unimpeded by his pants. "Matt and Wendy will be eating with us, also." "That's fine," Jack replied as he looked down to give me a quick kiss. I took my hand out of his pants and Dan and I continued toward my office. "Jack and I have been at Farnsworth for a lot of years," I said to Dan as a way of explaining the kiss. I didn't want him to think I would kiss just anybody. Just before we reached my office, Wendy walked by. She said a real sweet "Hi" to Dan but wasn't talking to the tent in his pants. Instead, she held out her hand and rubbed his cock as she walked past. I wasn't sure if she actually liked Dan's looks or if she was thinking "fresh meat". Knowing Wendy, it was probably "fresh meat". Reaching my office, I motioned Dan to one of the chairs opposite my desk. Walking around, I sat in my chair. Picking his resume off my desk, I looked it over one more time. I leaned back, resting my elbows on the chair arms. I put my heels where the wheels were, which had the effect of raising my knees some. Instinctively, I parted my legs. With the desk between us, there was no way for him to see the tops of my thigh high hosiery, the lack of panties. "So, tell me about yourself, Dan?" I asked him. He proceeded to give me the standard biography in short form. Next came a half hour of technical questions. He had a little bit of experience in Linux servers, a little experience in remote networking. "And why are you leaving your current job?" I asked. "I've been dating my boss's daughter. Betty's a junior in college. My boss is okay with it, but there is a problem. He has another daughter named Kim, 19, senior in high school. I don't care for Kim. But, my boss makes me fuck Kim every time I take out Betty. I have to do her in the living room as the boss and his wife watch. Like I said, I don't care for the younger daughter." "Preferring the older one..." I paused, and then asked, "What about his wife?" "She's definitely good lookin'. And she has the sexiest, pouty lips. She keeps promising me a blow job "if I'm a good boy", but I haven't gotten one yet." I realized that he wasn't afraid of an older woman. I wondered if the 12 years that I had on him would be close enough. "Okay, Dan, let's talk some more technical. What's the first octet of a class A private IP address?" "Ten, like you." Dan was quick with the flattery. "What's the first octet of a class C private address?" I asked rapidly. "One ninety two," Dan replied confidently. "Good." I thought for a moment on what to do next. Then I thought of the spreadsheet I had been working on before Dan came in. I opened the file back up. "We're opening up a new sales office in Toledo. I'm working on the new IP address ranges for the location. Could you come over here and take a look with me?" Dan stood and set his portfolio on the chair. He came around on my left side. I was still looking at the screen, but could see his head bob down, then up in my side vision. From his vantage point, all he could see was the top of the thigh highs. Dan bent down some to see the screen better and placed his right hand on my knee. As we talked about the technical aspects, Dan rubbed my hosiery covered leg. Then he caressed me a little higher, playing with the top edge of the hosiery. I was pointing to a number with my right hand, and put my left hand between his legs from behind. Curling my hand up, I grasped his hardon. By this time, Dan was rubbing my whole thigh, including the bare part. But he kept a respectable distance from my pussy. As he was rubbing towards it, I scooted my ass forward in the chair and his hand brushed my pussy. Taking it as a cue, he slipped a finger between my very wet lips. I placed my hand on his to hold his hand on my pussy. "Well. It seems you have a very good grasp on things," I looked up at him. "But, I need to improve my grasp." I took my hands from between his legs and off of his hand. Using both hands, I unbuckled, unbuttoned, and unzipped Dan's pants. They dropped to his ankles. Dan had gone commando that morning and his cock stood straight out. I had a good profile view of him. The head had a purplish hue and the whole thing was extremely stiff. It was a decent seven inches of delicious looking cock. I swiveled my chair to face him. Cupping his nuts in one hand and stroking his cock with the other, I looked up and smiled. Dan faced me and looked down, smiling as well. He probably thought that my stroking him was a good sign that he'd be hired. He reached down and started to rub my tits. Neither of us said anything. Every stroke upward that Dan made on my tits raised the blue lace top a little higher. It wasn't long and Dan was rubbing my tits through the thin material of the sheer bra. I leaned forward a little and Dan bent down more. Resting his head on my shoulder, he wrapped his hands around me. In a hoarse, lustful whisper, Dan said to me, "I love your perfume." By the time he finished saying that, he had the clasp of my bra undone. Dan straightened up some and looked down at me, his hands on my bare tits. "Eat me." I ordered. Dan was quick to obey. He didn't even take his hands off my tits. He just knelt and buried his head between my legs. You can learn a lot about a person by the way they go down on you. Are they quick to get you off so that they can then have their own pleasure? Or, do they tease in a masochistic way, never getting you off? Dan's oral skills were well balanced and well appreciated. He lapped at my juices, teased my clit, pulled on my cunt lips. His hands caressed, kneaded, and pinched my tits. After the third orgasm, I needed a cock. "Dan, you can have the job on one condition," I told him. He looked up at me with raised eyebrows. I reached into a desk drawer and took out a condom. "Fuck me. Fuck me right now and you can have the job." Dan stood up, his hard cock pointed right at my face. I quickly leaned forward and went down on it hungrily. His cock was hot in my mouth and I loved it. But I didn't want to give him a blowjob. I wanted to get fucked. Keeping one hand on his cock, I tore open the condom with my teeth. I took it out with my teeth as well, and tossed the empty wrapper. I deftly rolled the condom down Dan's cock. Pulling Dan by his cock, I wheeled my chair back until it was against the wall. I slid my ass to the very edge of the seat and leaned back. "Fuck me, now." Dan wasted no time in squatting down and sliding his cock into me. He put his hands on the chair back for support and started to slowly fuck me. I wrapped my legs around him. "Fuck me. Fuck me hard and fast," I demanded. Dan quickened his pace. We fucked hot and heavy for about five minutes when a huge orgasm hit me. It started in my pussy, shot to the top of my head and then dropped all the down to my curled toes. "Oh fuck. Oh fuck, harder. Fuck me harder! Fuck. Fuck me. Oh shit! OH FUCK ME!" I panted hard and quickly as the orgasm washed over me. Even as I relaxed my legs around Dan, he began to stiffen and really fuck me hard. "That's it, honey. Fuck me. Cum deep in my pussy. Give it to me, honey. Make your new boss happy." Dan finally pushed himself as deep into me as he could, pushing me back against the wall. After a brief pause, he slowly pumped my cunt, coming down from his own orgasm. I watched Matt walk past my office, giving me a wistful grin. I winked at him and gave him my 'just fucked' smile. Dan pulled out of me and stood up. "Thank you," I told him. "I think you'll work out nicely here." He was about to pull the condom off when I stopped him. "I don't like to waste things around here," I told him. I sat up and took his cock in my hand. I went down on the slowly shrinking cock. Then on the way up, I stopped at the tip. I bit the very tip of the condom and broke it. I sucked most of his cum from the condom. Dan leaned against my desk and I leaned back again. My legs were still spread, displaying my fresh fucked cunt. My blouse and bra pushed up above my tits. With a foot on either side of him, I propped them on my desk. I began to go over the compensation, vacation, and benefits. Dan looked and nodded at various things. When I finished, he looked down at my tits, then said to my fresh fucked pussy, "I think I'll like the benefits here just fine." "Okay, you can fix yourself now." I stood up and went about fixing my bra as Dan tossed the used condom in the trash. I unzipped the skirt to tuck the blouse in and when I zipped it up, Dan finished zipping himself up. On the way back to the lobby, I asked Dan, "So when can you start? Do you have to give two weeks notice?" Which really meant, how long do I have to wait to fuck you again. Dan was half a step behind me, his hand rubbing my ass, occasionally cupping a cheek. This time, I had a hand on the front of his crotch, holding his limp cock. "I probably should give two weeks notice," Dan replied. "But, I don't really want to. I could start Monday." Dan gave my ass a good, firm squeeze. We reached the lobby and stopped. "Great!" We both turned some, my other hand could play with his crotch better. Dan had one hand on my ass, the other hand on my tit. "Can you come in early? Say about 6:30? It will give us time to fuck before we get started." Dan broke out in a big grin. "I would love that!" he said as he gave both my ass and my tit a squeeze. I gave his cock a final squeeze of my own. "Okay then, see you Monday morning." We both turned and Dan left the building, I headed back to my office. I looked at my watch. It was only 10:30. That meant that there was still an hour and a half until lunch. Back at my office, I noticed that Dan's portfolio was still in my office. Curious, I opened it to see what kind of notes he may have taken. There was only one sentence written. "She is so hot, my dick hurts." I smiled at his sentiment, glad I was able to ease his pain. I incorporated some of the suggestions Dan had made. They didn't really matter, but when he saw them on Monday morning, it would help give him a little confidence. And something made me want to please Dan. (_|_) Please, don't ask me for an interview. And no, I didn't have sex with Dan when I did interview him. I will be putting up a 'Part 2' fairly soon. It will continue the day starting with lunch. Thanks for reading!