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Getting Ahead

By: SlightlyDivine



"..And last but not least, Professor Douglas White," I said, making a gagging gesture with my finger as Suzie and Jennifer exchanged glances. We were sitting on the floor of Suzie's room, discussing our classes which began tomorrow. We had always spent the night at each other's houses the night before the new school year started, and our senior year was no exception. Suzie let out a loud giggle, and Jennifer soon followed suit as I cocked an eyebrow, stopping the steady rhythm of the file against my nails.

"What the fuck is so humorous?" I retorted as they continued to giggle like mad hamsters. God, they could be so immature and childish sometimes...

Suzie took a puff off of her cigarette before tipping it into the little pink ashtray she kept hidden under her bed when her parents were around. Even though we were all eighteen, Suzie's parents thought she was little miss perfect-god forbid she be a smoker. She shot a glance over at Jennifer again before speaking up.

"I had Mr. White for American History last year, you haven't heard the rumors?" She smirked

I wrinkled my nose. How had a rumor about a teacher slipped by me? I was, by all accounts, the gossip queen.

"He's got the biggest dick in all of Clover County!" Jennifer practically screamed.

"Mr. White?" I snorted, "The clumsy, lanky guy in room 208?"

"That's him," Suzie replied, twirling her cigarette in her fingers. "And the rumors are true; I copped a feel on him last year."

"You did not," I said, rolling my eyes. Suzie just giggled again.

"You'll see Brianne," She grinned. "After all, you've sucked every dick in Clover County practically, I'm sure he'll be next on your list."

Most girls would have found such a statement offense, but I relished in my notoriety as not only a cocksucker, but THE cocksucker of Clover County. Boys at school knew the rumors, and some of them had been lucky enough to experience my talent; But the ones who hadn't viewed me as an untouchable legend. It wasn't as if I had to suck dick to be impressionable either. I was a 5'7 blonde bombshell with perky boobs and a killer body-and I knew it. The truth was that I just loved giving head, and anyone receiving my oral talents was like putty in my hands (or mouth) giving in to my every whim and command. A few guys I had even made tear up with the need to release their hot load in my mouth, only to quickly jerk them off and practically laugh in their faces. What could I say? I was just a blowjob loving bitch.

"We'll see girls, we'll see," I replied to Suzie's bold statement, having already made up my mind to see for myself what all the fuss was about when it came to Mr. White.

The first week of school passed by at a slow, fog-like pace; As usual, I had already been asked out on numerous dates by countless guys just drooling at the thoughts of seeing if the rumors they had heard about me were true, but I rejected them every time. I had my eye on the prize-even if that prize was incredibly dull on the exterior.

Mr. White was about as boring as they could be when it came to teachers; He was certainly no school girl fantasy in his khaki pants, plaid button up shirt and large glasses. He was tall and slender, with light brown hair and a very forgettable face. He was maybe dork-cute at best. But I found out soon enough that my girlfriends hadn't been lying about Mr. White's gift. Just to test their theory, I decided to come to class one day in a super tight mini skirt, having "accidently" forgotten to wear panties. I had sat in the front row, patiently awaiting the end of class. As the other students filed out, I grabbed my belongings and headed out the door, but not before clumsily dropping one of my notebooks on the floor. "Oops!" I exclaimed, as I bent over slowly to retrieve my notebook, making sure my ass and pouting, pink pussy lips were visible for my teacher. I even wiggled a little to give him an extra peek. I grabbed my notebook and spun around just in time to see Mr. White, wide-eyed and dumbfounded as he blinked rapidly, and wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, a red blush spreading across his face. I shot my eyes downward and saw exactly what Suzie and Jennifer had been going ga-ga about...in Mr. White's trousers, a thick erection was forming and man-oh-man what an erection it was! 

"Bye Mr. White!" I beamed before scurrying out of the room. I was practically giggling aloud with excitement as I planned exactly how to seduce my well-hung teacher.

The next day, after our last classes had ended, and most everyone had left for the day, I sauntered over to Mr. White's room. Peeking in the little door-window, I saw him rapidly scribbling on papers, probably grading our History reports. I smiled as I opened the door with a little creak and quickly shut it behind me with a loud SLAM!

Mr. White practically jumped out of his seat as I leaned against his door, folding my arms in front of my white tube top that emphasized my cleavage perfectly. I smiled as Mr. White looked at me with some confusion.

"Busy?" I asked. Mr. White adjusted his glasses, "Well...sort of Brianne...do you need something?"

I slowly walked over, raking my nails lightly against his chalkboard as I did. I had always wanted to do that. Finally, I stood only a foot away from him, as he sat in his swivel chair and watched my every move.

"As a matter of fact, I do need something Mr. White," I began in a sickeningly sweet, girly tone, "You see, I'm having trouble concentrating on your extremely educational lectures in class because I keep thinking about your big, hot dick."

Mr. White whipped around in his chair to face me directly, giving me a look of shock.

"Brianne!" He exclaimed, "You can't talk to me like that, I'm your teacher!" 

I took the opportunity to get down on my knees in front of him and grab his thighs so that he couldn't turn away from me. He gasped in surprise.

"Mr. White, I know you want me to suck your cock, and I want to sooo badly," I cooed, beginning to squeeze his thighs lightly. I looked up into his eyes, really laying it on thick as I practically whispered, "Please?"

He breathing had increased and he looked like he was sweating up a storm. I had to hold in my sheepish grin of delight, still giving him a pleading look. Slowly though, I let my gaze fall onto the enormous bulge growing in his pants. I could feel Mr. White trying to muster the words to tell me to back off, but his body was currently rebelling against his morals. I licked my lips as I unbutton his pants and quickly jerked them, along with his underwear down to his ankles. Then it was my turn to gasp in surprise...

My blue eyes grew wide and my mouth almost dropped to the floor as Mr. White's thick, throbbing, hard member sprang forth. It had to be nine inches, maybe ten, and definitely the biggest cock I had ever seen outside of a porno. I regained my composure as Mr. White tried to back away again, but my grip was firm on him, and about to get even firmer.

"Ooo, Mr. White...your dick looks so delicious, I can't wait to swallow your load," I smirked as I grabbed the base of his shaft and squeezed gently. He opened his mouth in protest, but all that came out was a horny groan.

I looked up at his face as I let my tongue drag slowly down the underside of my teacher's big dick, all the way to his warm balls which I flicked my tongue against as I slowly began to pump him with my fist. He jerked his head back in pure pleasure as I ran my tongue back up his hot shaft and gently began to suck his thick cockhead. The taste of his precum drove my wild, and I could feel my growing wetter. 

"B-Brianne...," Mr. White moaned as I slide my mouth further and further down his thick pole. I wanted to see if I could deep throat this monster, and the challenge excited the hell out of me.

I barely got to the base of my teacher's dick before feeling my reflexes give way, making me gag. This made Mr. White gasp in pure pleasure, as he finally gave in the inevitable and placed his hand on the back of my blonde head.

"Oh yeah, just a little further..," He urged me in a tone that was suddenly deep and smoky, as he gently pushed his hot cock further into my mouth. I bobbed up and down on his rod as he leaned watched me, and tangled his fingers in my yellow mane.

I pulled my mouth off his dick and smirked. This was the part I loved this most; pushing a guy to the edge and then making him suffer until I had my fill of his humiliation.

"You like having your dick in your student's mouth?" I asked in my girlish voice, barely stroking his engorged member.

"Mmm, oh yes Brianne..I love your hot little mouth..just keep going..," He groaned, as I delighted in hearing the urgency to cum in his voice. I licked my lips and popped my mouth open with a loud smack.

"I don't know, Mr. White...this feels kind of wrong..I mean I am your student...and what are you like, 40?" 

Mr. White glanced at me with a slightly annoyed look, "I'm 31...and you started this so-"

"Yeah, but...I wonder what all the other faculty and staff would think? Maybe I should stop while I'm ahead...I mean I'd hate for either of us to get in trouble."

I had expected Mr. White to return to that sweaty, fumbling, nervous state...begging me pathetically to never tell anyone, just let him have this one orgasm and that would be the end of it. But instead I saw an uncharacteristic grin spread across his face. He even let out a small chuckle as he took off his glasses and placed them on his desk.

"Oh Brianne, you must be aware by now that every member of this faculty and staff, along with every student at this school, knows you're a little cum loving whore."

I jerked my head up, gaping in shock as my mouth flew open in surprise. Mr. White took the opportunity to grab the back of my head and with a hard yank, pulling my hair as I yelped in both pain and disbelief.

"Now you're gonna finish this job on my dick, and you're gonna like it," He growled before slamming my mouth back onto his throbbing rod. He then stood out of his chair, grabbing the back of my head with both hands and slamming his cock as hard as he could into my mouth. I cried out around his huge member as he jammed himself down my throat, causing me to gag against him repeatedly. I couldn't believe this was happening to me...I was being face-fucked against my will by my mild-mannered, nerdy History professor!

I slapped his thighs, trying to push him away from me as he continued to thrust his cock into my mouth and down my throat at full force. I felt myself fighting for air as Mr. White threw back his head, letting out a long groan as he released spurt after spurt of his hot man juice into me, filling my mouth completely. After he had shot every last glob of cum down my throat, He finally let go of me, watching as I coughed and gagged and spit and sputtered. I blinked away the rapid tears forming at the corners of my eyes, practically collapsing on the floor as Mr. White calmly pulled up his trousers, zipped them and returned to his desk. I looked at him in sheer disbelief.

"Now run along, Brianne...," He said calmly as I scrambled to my feet, still watching him with my mouth agape. He looked back at me with a sheepish grin.

"And be sure to come back anytime you need anything else," He called after me as I quickly bolted out the door, my cheeks still flustered in embarrassment.

Getting Ahead



Let me begin by telling you a little about me. I am in my twenties, married and have a 2 year old son. I am an administrative assistant in a corporate business office. I went to college at a large state university and was a cheerleader all four years. I exercise regularly and have kept my athletic, toned body. I'm 5'3, 105lbs; I have shoulder length wavy dark brown hair, brown eyes and small perky breasts. I'm a bit of a girly girl, I shave my honey hole every morning, and I tan regularly and keep a fresh French manicure on my fingers and toes.

When I was a little girl I always dreamed of meeting "prince charming" and being swept off my feet to live happily ever after. Well, that kind of happened, I met Jason while working a part time job during college. He was so cute; I loved his curly hair and muscular physique. Even with his good looks and popularity he was kind of shy and very easy going. I don't think I have ever seen him lose his temper; he always keeps cool and makes the most logical decisions. My perfect match, I tend to be excitable and make rash decisions, that's just one of the many ways that we complement each other.

The fall after I graduated Jason and I got married. It was the most amazing day of my life. I was so happy to be the wife of this beautiful man, to be his one and only and he mine. Growing up in a southern Baptist family I take my marital vows very serious, as does Jason. I knew that we would have the perfect life, cute house, babies, a dog, all the things a family should have.

I got hired at an entry level office job that wasn't what I wanted but did get my foot in the door of a large corporation with a lot of chances for promotion, with hard work and determination there was no limit to where I could end up. Jason on the other hand landed a great job as a sales associate's assistant. This allowed him to learn the ins and outs of computer equipment sales; he also made some great contacts that he would later use after being promoted to a junior sales associate position.

As a junior associate Jason worked his own deals under the guidance of a senior associate, while he did all the work the commission was split between both. Things were going great for us, I was advancing in my work, Jason was one of the fastest rising junior associates in the company and our home life was going fantastic. We had everything we could have wanted and we had only just begun our life together.

Jason got promoted to a senior sales position just before his 1 year anniversary at the company. His coworkers and superiors threw a big party in his honor and invited lots of clients and some potential clients as well. It was a good time, while Jason was making his rounds mingling with his potential future clients I made small talk with several people. One older gentleman introduced himself as peter. He was a tall handsome man with salt and pepper hair. He was very masculine and rather tall as well. We chatted for quite some time. He was so charming and witty. I really enjoyed his company being that I only knew a few of the other people there. Before I could introduce him to Jason he said he had to leave and thanked me for entertaining him.

The following week Jason came home from work with great news, he had been requested to make a pitch to the CEO of a rather large company. A meeting was scheduled for Friday afternoon and Jason had informed me to be ready for a celebratory night on the town. He was sure he would make the sale. All week long he was as happy as I had seen him since landing the job in the first place. It was contagious, I found myself in an especially giddee mood too.

Friday finally came; I waited all day to hear the good news from Jason. I left work early to have time to get all sexy for our night of celebration, about 6pm Jason called and told me he and Mr. Harris would be arriving soon. I later found out that the deal was tougher to land than Jason had anticipated, but he was giving it his all and he wouldn't let it slip through his fingers. Not only was he requested by Mr. Harris, this was a huge deal normally reserved for the top sales associates. Landing this deal would not only mean a commission in the tens of thousands of dollars, it would get him noticed by upper management.

Expecting to go out on the town I had dressed in a sexy black dress and open toed heels. The dress was very thin and clingy above the hips with a low cut v-neck and it hung loosely below the hips and stopped a little above my knees. If the light hit me just right it was see through so I didn't have on a bra. I must say it was a very sexy outfit, too sexy to be meeting a potential client of Jason's. As I was walking to the stairs the front door opened and in came Jason followed by peter from the party and a black man that I didn't recognize. I was a little shocked and embarrassed, I hadn't expected to see peter and I was still in my party dress and fuck me heels. 

Jason introduced peter as Mr. Harris and the black man as Mr. Johnson, Mr. Harris' assistant. Peter acted as if he hadn't met me before. I was thrown off by this a bit but didn't say anything; I didn't know what to say if I had wanted to. As I shook peter's hand he looked me in the eyes and smiled his friendly charming smile. As I stepped by and shook hands with Mr. Johnson he looked me in the eyes and then slowly down my body to my toes and back to my eyes briefly pausing at my breasts. He had a lusty look in his eyes that gave me goose bumps all over my body. Then I realized that my nipples were so hard they ached, with no bra Mr. Johnson could see everything, no need to imagine it.

As Jason led the guys to the living room inviting them to have a seat Jason asked me if I would grab them all a beer. Even though I really wanted to get out of that dress and put on something more appropriate I went to the kitchen and grabbed three beers. As I handed each a beer I noticed that each of them took an extended glance at my breasts. Now I really felt uncomfortable, then peter asked me to sit in on the talks. Damn, now I had no chance to get myself covered up.

With peter and Mr. Johnson sitting on the couch Jason and I sat in chairs on either side of the coffee table. when I sat down Mr. Johnson looked right up my dress, when he saw that I had seen him looking he just smiled that sly arrogant smile. It sent more goose bumps all over my body, which made my nipples harder yet. While I had been giving Mr. Johnson the I saw you looking look, peter had adjusted himself toward me and was now blatantly looking me over.

I was beginning to get aggravated but was biting my tongue so as to not cost Jason the deal. He had worked so hard on it, if I had to endure being drooled over by a couple of strangers then I would just deal with it. I looked at Jason, while he was still talking numbers and contracts he had noticed his clients ogling his wife, but he didn't seem upset or jealous in the least. I figured he was just biting his tongue like I was in the hopes of closing the deal.

As Jason was talking to Mr. Johnson, peter interrupted, "say Jason, this is your first big deal right?"

Jason "yes Mr. Harris, that's right. But I have been involved in several big deals as an assistant. Is there something wrong?"

"Yes, you are still talking numbers and blah blah blah. I was sold on that at your office."

"I'm sorry Mr. Harris, what do you mean? You said you weren't ready to sign the contract"

"Jason, this is the big time, it takes more than numbers and lunch to land a contract like this. What do you stand to gain from this deal? Huge commission? Getting on the fast track to management? You don't get far in this world without having a trick or two up your sleeve"

"I'm sorry sir but I don't have any tricks, I just have the best deal you are going to get and the best product on the market"

"Jason, Jason, Jason, don't play dumb with me; you didn't invite us to your house and have your sexy little wife dress like a high price slut unless you were planning on closing this deal and taking your reward"

I couldn't bite my tongue any longer, "look here peter, Jason didn't have me dress up or invite you here for any reason..."

Peter interrupted "so you have been planning this yourself then? You really are something else little lady"

I started "listen you..."

Jason interrupted "look everybody calm down, I think this is just a big misunderstanding, Mr. Harris we were going to go out to celebrate the closing of this deal. My wife is no whore and I wouldn't ask her to be a whore. I'm sorry if you got the wrong idea"

Peter stood "well then, I guess we are done here, thanks for your time. It was nice seeing you again Christy. Mike let's go."

As they were walking to the door Jason said "Mr. Harris, please wait, can't we work something out? Is there anything we can do?"

Without stopping or looking back they continued toward the door. I was happy to see them leave. I was so tired of that black bastard staring at me like a meal he was about to devour. 

As peter opened the door Jason said "Mr. Harris, Mr. Johnson, please don't leave. Let me talk with my wife in private. Maybe we can still come to an agreement of some sort."

"Ok Jason, you have ten minutes. If we don't understand each other by then the deal is off."

"Ok, yes sir, just give us a few minutes. Thank you"

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. What was there to talk to me about? Both of those horny pricks had just told him that if he wanted to close the deal they wanted to use me like a common whore. I'm nobody's whore, so what the fuck was he going to have to say in private?"

as peter closed the door Jason turned to me and said "honey I'm so sorry about this, I had hoped that just having you dressed in that sexy dress would be enough, I never thought they would actually suggest that you let them do things to you"

"So what are you saying? Jason are you asking me to let those two dirty fucks touch me? Is that what you want? You want your loving, faithful wife to let strangers use me just to close a deal for your job?"

"It's not like that baby, it's not. I don't know what to do. I'm so sorry; I never thought this would have happened to us."

"What do you mean? Thought what?"

"Several of the other sales guys use prostitutes or girlfriends and wives to sleep with the clients to land the big deals. I thought I was good enough to do it without stooping to their level. Obviously I'm not."

"Well I'm not like your coworkers wives and I'm not a prostitute, so now what?"

Jason was fidgeting "Christy, I love you so much, it's your decision, it's your body and I can't ask you to do that, but if you did I know it would be for me and us not because you wanted to. I won't be mad or hold it against you if you did agree. But you need to know that if I don't close this deal I will be fired and black listed from all the firms in this area."

That's great, now I have to decide between keeping my vows and self respect and losing everything; or go against my beliefs and let myself be used as a live sex doll. How could Jason do this to me? 

After what seemed like only a minute or two at most peter opened the front door and poked his head in "have we come to an understanding?"

Jason didn't say a word, he looked at me with a defeated look in his eyes I hadn't seen in him before and then turned away. As peter was closing the door I didn't know what to do.

Just before the door shut I said "wait! Peter please come back in. we are willing to negotiate terms for closing the deal." I couldn't let my husband lose everything, I couldn't let all our hard work be for nothing, couldn't let our life be taken away from us.

As peter and Mr. Johnson came back in they both looked me up and down like they were inspecting a product they were considering purchasing. It turned my stomach inside out to think of either of these two jerks touching me, let alone doing whatever it was they were going to do to me.

As peter and Mr. Johnson sat on the couch I looked at them with as much disgust as possible and said "no sex, I won't let you inside me, with that said what are you going to do to me?"

Peter looked me in the eyes and with a smug smile he said "ok, I never planned on fucking your sweet little married pussy anyway."

I felt a little relieved, and then I almost passed out when a thought hit me. Before I could even grasp the concept of my thought, peter looking me up and down said "mike is going to fuck you." just like that my whole life changed forever. I was so stunned I couldn't even protest this new development. How could this be happening? Why would peter the boss have his assistant use me? Why wouldn't he want to take me himself?

As I somewhat regained my composure I said "hell no! I'm not letting him fuck me! No way! No!"

Peter stood and stepped closer to me "look slut, mike is going to fuck you and you are going to like it, you will beg for more, you will scream in ecstasy, you will take every inch of his long, fat dick until he busts nigga nut all up in your little white womb. Unless you would rather we leave and take your future with us?"

Jason still sat in the chair and had yet to say a word. I didn't know what to do or say. He was right, I had no other option. I had to let mike do whatever he wanted to me, it was terrible but at least we would have the means to continue our life together after it was all over.

Mike stood and ran his hand down the side of my face, then along my neck and shoulder, continuing to my left breast where he squeezed and pinched my nipple, and finally running his hand around my butt and under my dress to my shaved pussy. As he rubbed his thick finger between my lips he smiled a wicked smile at me and then looked toward Jason. "You ok with this white boy? You going to let a big black trouser snake slither its way up in your old lady?"

Jason just looked at him "if this is what it takes, and if this is what she chooses to do, then yes I'm ok with you sticking your dick wherever you fucking wanna stick it"

Peter stood and said "ok let's go to your bedroom, mike is going to fuck you on your marital bed. Jason come on, you are going to be there too. You are going to witness the change in your wife from prude stuck up goody goody bitch to dirty nigga loving black cock whore."

With that mike took my hand and told me to lead him to the bed. As I lead the procession of men to my bed, I was in another world; lost in thoughts of what was to come. As we reached the bedroom peter and Jason sat on the couch to the side of the bed opposite the dresser. Mike turned me around and reached for the bottom of my dress. As he pulled it up over my head I heard peter "take of your pants, I wanna see if you enjoy this as much as she is going to"

Once my dress was off I could see that Jason had stripped and sat back next to peter who had stripped as well. I kept looking at Jason's cock to see if he showed any sign of arousal but saw none. He wouldn't enjoy this; he looked to be more distressed than I was. Mike slid my g-string panties off to leave me with nothing but my open toed fuck me pumps on. ironic I thought, I wore Jason's favorite dress and pumps to turn him on for a night of passionate love making, as it turned out some black bastard I didn't even know stripped off my sexy dress and it was his back my pumps would be bouncing off of during a night of dirty meaningless fucking.

After stripping me naked mike undid his tie and took off his shirt to reveal his dark chiseled chest and large muscular arms. His suit had hidden his true build; he was very powerfully built with a shaved head and a goatee. As he undid his belt and then his zipper I looked him in the eyes. He knew I hated him and he loved it, it seemed like he got off on it. I refused to give him the satisfaction of watching him take out his cock. After his pants hit the floor he kicked them aside and stepped closer to me. I felt something hit me just above my belly button ring. I looked to see what it was; mike was not close enough to have touched me yet. When I looked down it looked like my forearm making a fist was sticking out of his ball sack.

I stepped back and just stared, his cock was longer and fatter than any I had ever seen by at least twice the length and girth. Mike reached for my chin and pulled my face up to look into his eyes. "It's beautiful isn't it?" I couldn't think of anything to say, I just stared at him. 

Peter "hey mike, turn around and show Jason what his cunt is going to be stretched around tonight." mike turned and Jason's eyes got wide and his jaw dropped. "Oh my god, Christy baby I'm sorry. I'm so sorry"

Mike "don't apologize, she's going to love it by the time we're done"

Mike turned back to me and pushed me to my knees. I knew what he wanted; I also knew I couldn't give it to him. He pressed his head through my lips and then he grabbed the back of my head with both hands. He began to slowly pump his cock in and out of my mouth going a little deeper each time. He was surprisingly gentle for such an asshole with such a big tool. As he got about two thirds of his cock in my mouth he was beginning to gag me a little, but after a few pumps I adjusted to it and he steadily fucked my mouth for about five minutes. Every time he pumped his black dick into my throat he told me "you got a pretty face with a black cock in it, take that bitch, deeper, yeah that's it, swallow my big ol dick, I'm going to train you right"

I had never been talked to like that before. I had never had a black guy fuck my face either, or seen a cock that big before. I could hear some noise coming from behind mike in the direction of the couch where Jason and peter were. I couldn't make out what it was though, and I couldn't see past mike's body. After getting my throat stretched for quite a while, mike pulled out and pulled me up by my chin.

As I stood I could see that peter was slowly stroking his cock. It was large but nothing like mike, he was thicker than Jason but about the same length. I couldn't help but think he would have been easier to accommodate than mike if he were the one to fuck me. Jason had started to get aroused, he wasn't fully erect and he wasn't stroking himself, but he was getting hard. This kind of freaked me out. I didn't understand how he could be sitting in our bedroom with a stranger jerking his cock next to him while watching a black guy face fuck his wife. Why was he getting turned on? Did he wanna watch me spread my legs and let this strong dark stranger in me?

Mike looked over his shoulder at Jason and smiled "you like watching that shit? Wanna see me stretch your wife's little pussy around this thing?" as he turned to stroke it at Jason with his superior attitude. Jason didn't respond he just looked at mike's cock in a daze.

as mike turned back around peter told him "to hurry and get up in her" with the encouragement of peter, mike pushed me back on the bed and knelt down in front of me and started to lick my slit. It was strange having another man licking me. I didn't want to enjoy it at all but mike was beginning to break through my body's resistance. No matter how much my head told my pussy that I didn't like it, my pussy was starting to betray me. The more mike licked the wetter I got. With every lap of his tongue my defiance faded a little. After what seemed like forever I started to wiggle my hips around under the constant lashing of my lips.

I held in a whimper, then a moan, but I was getting dangerously close to openly enjoying the oral display that mike was putting on. It was like he knew exactly what to do to break me down. That's why he had such a smug look on his face. He knew all along he would have me, he knew I wouldn't be able to withstand his assault on my love hole. Lick after lick I came closer to giving in, and then it happened. While massaging my clit with his tongue he slipped a finger in my ass and began rubbing my anus. I could no longer hold onto the hate and disgust I had for this arrogant son of a bitch.




Getting Ahead



I let out a low whimper followed by a deep sigh. Mike seemed to have expected it. He looked up and smiled that cocky jerk smile of his. I laid my head back and wrapped my legs around mike's shoulders hooking my ankles. It was now obvious to everyone in the room that I was mike's to do with what he pleased. Lost in my own world of orgasmic pleasure I forgot all about our situation, my life, and my vows, all of it. The only thing on my mind was how amazing I felt.

Me "oh god... oh mike.. Don't stop"

Mike "you like being my slut don't you?"

"Oh yeah...I'm your slut.. You make me feel so good baby... oh..."

"You want me to fuck you?"

"Uh...huh...fuck me... fuck me with that big nasty nigger dick..."

"How bad do you want it bitch? Tell me how bad to you want it?"

"I really want it baby... please put it in me... I need it... I need you in me now.... please baby..."

I was past the point of no return. I couldn't stop him from doing anything he wanted. I didn't want to stop him. I wanted to be used by him. I needed my pussy stretched around that big black cock.

Mike stood up and moved to the foot of the bed, he grabbed my ankles and pulled me around and slid me to the edge of the mattress. "I want your cuck husband to see this real good." he rubbed the head of his cock up and down my slit slapping my pussy several times with his cock. As he began to slide in me he looked right at Jason "she never going to be the same homie. She may love you with her heart but she going to love me with her pussy."

Then he shoved most of his cock up my love hole. It hurt so bad I screamed out in pain. He was so thick I felt like my guts were going to bust. He pulled out slowly to till the head was all that was in me. Then he pushed back in slowly till I thought I would bust again. He did this for several minutes, I loosened up and it became more comfortable with each slow steady pump into me. As I began to accommodate his size I relaxed and looked toward the couch, peter was steadily pumping his fist around his cock with a lusty smile on his face. Jason had also begun pumping his cock as well. I wish I were surprised but I wasn't, these two bastards had awakened something in both of us. Jason and I shared a long look, we understood each other's perspective.

Suddenly mike began to pump faster. "Yuh pussy is so tight...uhm...uhm... god yuh pussy is good..." "Don't stop baby...fuck me like a cheap whore... oh god!... oh.... oh.... umph...yea daddy like that"

I heard something toward the couch but couldn't take my eyes of mike's cock pistoning in and out of me. It was painful but it felt so good at the same time. He pumped and pounded, my feet were flailing around above his head, and his balls slapped my ass with thrust into my sex hole. I heard something from the couch again, so I looked, peter was on his back in the floor, Jason crouched between his legs sucking peters cock while watching mike pound my pussy into submission.

There was cum on the couch and floor where Jason had been sitting and watching. Now he was trying to get peter off. I was shocked but it also added to my arousal and I began to orgasm. My pussy felt like electricity was running through every nerve. Mike sped up even more. Now the bed was creaking and banging the wall with every thrust into me. "I'm coming baby... your cock is making me come... oh god... oh god... yes...! Yes...! uhm........" and with that I had just had the most powerful orgasm of my life. 

mike continued to fuck me for another ten minutes, he pumped harder and faster than I imagined possible before that night. I could feel him start to lose his rhythm, then I felt his cock start to swell. "I'm going to cum in your wife... I'm cummin in your wife.... oh god this pussy is great.... i'ma have to fuck you again.... uhm.... uhm.... uhm... yeah bitch this some good ass pussy...." 

"yeah fill my pussy with your black baby maker... don't pull out yet... fill me up baby.... it feels so good...."

"you feel that sperm getting in your womb.... yeah you feel it.... I'm going to make you a black baby mama.... how you going to explain that to you church friends...."

after shooting blast after blast of cum into my unprotected pussy mike relaxed and laid down on top of me. I looked over at Jason and peter, peter's cock was semi hard and Jason had a little cum on his face. we shared another look. things were different but we still had each other. we cleaned up and I cooked us some breakfast while the guys signed the contracts.

after breakfast peter asked "how did you enjoy last night dear?"

"it was amazing, the best sex I have ever had by far. I can't imagine taking that thing every night though. my cunt would fall out."

"I told you mike would change you forever. I'm not mike but I can swing a mean cock too, so what do you say? can I get some of that amazing slit? the deal is done, this is strictly for fun."

So I lay on the living room couch and let him get on top of me. he was very good, but only a couple of hours after having mikes huge cock in me I was sore and stretched and I couldn't cum. Jason and I have stayed together and our life is wonderful. we agreed after peter and mike that we would not allow that night to change us. I have let some other clients of Jason's fuck me to get the contracts signed. I even fucked a few of my bosses to help my chances to get promoted. 

Jason and I have beautiful little boy now. He is half black, and it was a bit awkward explaining it to our family and our church friends, but it's our life and we will live it how we want.



Getting Ahead



The pictures had come out well. Sparkling clear images with delightful crisp edges and smooth contours. The videos were even better.

My expert and I were a little concerned by the lighting in the dungeon, but the modern optics in the micro-cameras have improved considerably over the years and I had benefited.

The whole nation would benefit too.

I smiled as I zoomed on the pained expression of the man, kneeling on the cold, hard stone floor as Miss Katrina brought her savage whip against his prostrate body. His face a cocktail of agony; the silent yells of the still and pain-filled eyes told a story.

The story of a politician, hell-bent on climbing the greasy pole of politics, but just as eager in private to have the greasy pole of a dominatrix's strap-on rammed forcefully up his behind. The tale of a moral campaigner, eager to publicly denounce and eschew the sinful decadence of the modern age, but paying huge sums of misappropriated cash each week to be savagely beaten. A tangled web of deceit.

Yes, those pictures told a story, that an exposé by this top tabloid journalist would tell.

Miss Katrina helped; the high-cost dominatrix was keen to return home to Moscow, and an extra five-figure sum in her bank account was gratefully received; costs for her assistance, a pay-off for availing herself to my requirements.

She gave me many good shows for the camera. The lying politician smothered by his own lust as she ridiculed the size of his manhood, laughed at his naked frame and beat him within an inch of his life. The firm strokes of her gloved hand using an array of paddles, whips and crops turning his arse flame red.

She used her strap-on like she promised and it made for some great pictures; the part of his beaten buttocks sucking the big, black veiny cock of the petite Russian. It had to be a black cock, a realistic black cock: the contrast of his milky-white skin and the darkness of the dildo was pure circulation pornography.

But the Pièce de résistance was the blubbering at the end of the session; the pitiful squeals of mercy as she flogged him with her bullwhip, reducing the homophobic, racist, intolerant religious zealot to a smouldering mass of tears. The tearing through the air of the weapon as it landed on his pained skin with a ferocious crack.

He cried, begging for mercy. But she gave him none, torturing his backside with ever increasing pelts of savagery, slashing his skin with red stripes of agony. He cried, staring at my camera with pitiful sobs.

He had no power, no control, nothing: the beast of the Commons reduced to a snivelling, pathetic nobody enslaved by an immigrant he spent so much time rallying against.

The story would destroy his career; I would see to that.

But it was not my favourite front-page spread from Miss Katrina: she gave me a whole weeks worth of stories before leaving for Russia, and the Welsh football captain's visits gave me exceptional footage.

The married man, father to three kids and a legend to his legion of fans at his Sussex club, was kinky. He was seriously kinky, and the macho image of supreme midfield mastery was always a marketing ploy, the video of the spanking he received while dressed as a naughty school girl certainly wasn't!

He looked cute in a warped way: pigtails, plaid dress, stockings, and frilly knickers. All exposed as Miss Katrina pulled him across her knee and wrapped her hand over the transvestite.

He loved every minute of his torture: the slap of the hand on his silky underwear, the firm grip that the diminutive dominatrix had over his athletic body and the removal of his clothes to receive his torment while his little cock was locked away in chastity.

He was pathetic.

They'd all blame me for their demise: the television presenter who would be sacked from childrens television, the city CEO who would be submitting a midnight resignation, the film star who would find offers for work harder to come by, the union baron who'd stand down for "personal reasons" before his members could deliver their own spanking as well as my football captain and hypocritical politician.

But I am just a journalist: I have to expose their debauchery and their sin. I have to show the world what degrading treatments they enjoy, and I have to highlight their hypocrisy. It's my job to tell the truth.

And it is rampant debauchery of the worst kind. Middle England will be appalled that their sexual perversion is so prevalent.

I smiled as I closed the laptop lid: those stories would cause the sales of our newspaper to surge in the coming days as we made headlines around the world; I was in line for a five-figure bonus myself.

Enough to fund my visits to Miss Svetlana; she's a friend of Miss Katrina's and excellent with her evil sadistic ways. My arse still glowing red-raw from the lunchtime beating it had received, nestling against the soft, smooth fabric of my pink lacy briefs. It was exciting: the thrill of no-one knowing about my secret desires was intoxicating, and the underwear felt good, very good!

As did my confidence: I had exposed the private life of six kinky people. Who said there's no honour in tabloid journalism? And don't judge us, we just hold a mirror to society. We only write but you want to read.



Getting Ahead in Business



I was an average student at an excellent High School who didn't get good enough grades to get into a top notch college. I lucked into a university that had a top fifty (49th according to one national magazine) rated undergraduate business school and continued to get average grades there. My education turned out to be exceptional, however, but not because of what I learned in business school classes; it was what I learned during the summer.

Perhaps my two most outstanding features are that I'm cute and friendly. This especially plays well with women - and most particularly with women older than I am. During summer internships and jobs I got along very well with female employees and bosses including some that almost no one else got along with. One mid-level boss in particular in my summer job between my junior and senior years, when I was twenty one and she was thirty three, was particularly nasty. The lessons I learned in dealing with her were the most valuable in learning how to succeed in business - my way.

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Lilith was in charge of all summer employees for a large general services company. Why the management of KYZ Corp. put her in charge I'll never know - maybe they were just trying to turn all summer employees off on applying for permanent jobs, which of course doesn't make any sense. Anyway, one of the more educated and clever of my summer co-workers advised the rest of us that in the Bible and in religious mythology "Lilith" is variously described as a demon-goddess and the female personification of the devil. The name fit her perfectly, and behind her back all summer employees - male and female - referred to her as "She-Devil."

Lilith/She-Devil busted everyone's butts, never finding anything good in their work, and loudly and publicly criticizing them for any error, no matter how trivial. I was the only one who always took her shit with a smile on my face, remained friendly toward her despite the fact that it wasn't reciprocated, and actually said non-work related things to her.

In addition to being a She-Devil, Lilith was not particularly good looking, at least not on first glance. After carefully studying her - I chose my desk so that I had the best view of her when she was at hers - however, I postulated that in fact her lack of attractiveness was primarily because she didn't take care of herself. I think that she had low self-esteem and that was the reason that she acted the way that she did, and didn't bother with her appearance.

For whatever reason, the projects that Lilith assigned to me appeared to be much more difficult than they really were. Also, I was very lucky in that the best professor that I had my junior year had everyone in the class participate in teams on a project that was very similar to the most important project [known as "the Vitale Project"] that Lilith had assigned to me. This gave me a significant amount of free time to investigate Lilith thoroughly.

I guess maybe at this juncture I should tell you one of my personality traits for you to believe what happened next. I'm BOLD. Some would call my manifestation of boldness courageous, others would call it foolhardy, some would call it criminal, others admirable, others immoral - you get the picture.

After hours, or really early in the morning, I'd look through Lilith's desk, review things on her computer that weren't password protected, and once I found her main password in her purse when she went to the bathroom without it one day, I hacked into her Facebook and other social media accounts and reviewed an on-line journal that she kept. I also found out that she wrote a blog related to dogs - her biggest passion but one that she kept secret from everyone at work. She wrote the blog anonymously under the name "Aspiring Dog Whisperer."

On a morning when I knew that she would be coming by my desk to bust my balls about the Vitale Project, for which I intentionally had not recently submitted progress reports, but which I had finished, I had her blog on my computer screen and the finished, bound, project final report on my desk. I saw her coming and smiled to myself.

"Simpleton," she snarled - my name is Brian Simpson but she had insulting nicknames for all the summer employees that were perversions of either their first or last name - "you haven't gotten me any progress reports on the Vitale project for more than a week. What the hell are you doing?"

"Oh, sorry, Lilith," I subserviently replied. "I...I...really am sorry, especially since you caught me reading my favorite blog. But please don't get too mad - even though I've failed on the progress reports I do have the Vitale project completed."

With that I held the bound report up next to the computer screen so that she would have to look at it, and had enlarged the print so that the "Aspiring Dog Whisperer" blog title could not be missed.

It was the first time during the summer that she was at a loss for words. Other summer employees sitting nearby were steeling themselves for the explosion - which never came.

After a long pause, in a normal voice, she said "Oh; let me have that binder, will you."

I handed the binder to her by moving it slowly in front of the screen. When it reached her hand she instinctively grasped it but it was clear that she was looking at the blog. "Why are you reading a blog about dogs?" she calmly asked.

"Oh - well first of all because I love them - I just lost my childhood dog, my best friend - at the very end of last school year - and also because even if I didn't like dogs I find this blog very entertaining." Complete bullshit, of course, but delivered so convincingly that her jaw actually dropped.

"Do you like dogs Lilith? Have you ever seen this blog?" I asked with an innocent look on my face.

"Uh...I kind of like them; I...don't...uh think I've read that blog," she got out in a pleasant, though hesitant, voice since she was still startled. Then she either saw or sensed that the other summer employees were staring at her dumbfounded, so she quickly changed back to her normal tone. "You shouldn't be reading blogs on office time, Brian," she scolded. "If you were reading a blog before finishing the Vitale report," she fumed - most likely pretend fuming - while shaking the report in her hand "I would have your ass on a platter." Then she stomped off.

It was not lost on me that she had called me "Brian" instead of "Simpleton."

Her handling of the report allowed me to take the next important step in my process of learning how to succeed, one way or another, in business.

The next morning she stomped over to my desk and said "Simpson," not "Brian," but also not "Simpleton" either, "Let's go to the conference room to review your report." I brought the magazine page that I had clipped the night before with me under my copy of the report.

Of course she found fault in the report - one error I made on purpose, and a couple of picayune things that she obviously didn't really care about but just wanted a reason to let me think that she really didn't like it. After I apologized profusely and promised to fix the report, pursuant to my plan when I picked up my copy of the report the magazine page was easily visible still on the table. She saw it immediately.

"What's that?" she snapped.

"Oh...shit; I'm really sorry, Lilith. I saw this and I thought that one of the models looked so much like you that she might be related. I...I...I never would have the nerve to ask you, though. I'm SOOO sorry."

As I slowly reached for the magazine page with a completely chagrined look on my face, she beat me to it. "Which one is it?" she scowled.

"Uh...the one in the paisley skirt. I hope that you're not insulted, but if you had on a nice outfit like that instead of normal work clothes I think you'd look a lot like her. Is she related?"

Of course Lilith on her best day never compared to the model on the magazine page, but there was enough resemblance in hair color and general style and general body type that it didn't make my statement totally ridiculous - especially if one wanted to believe it, which she clearly did.

She stared at the magazine page for a while, with a wane smile crossing her lips; then she caught herself and half-blustered "No, no relation. Get those changes in the Vitale report to me by the end of the day." Then she got up and left, with an obvious spring to her step.

For the next two weeks I'd make nice comments to Lilith whenever I thought that I had any chance to get away with them - and like I said I am BOLD - and I did get away with them. On several occasions I brought a printout of her blog to her and asked something like "I know that you said that you have only a minor interest in dogs, but I want to share this blog post with you - if it's not too much trouble."

On several days I left a single flower on her desk in a small vase before anyone else got there.

Then, when I was to the point where if I got fired I had made enough money to tough it out my last year at school I pulled THE bold move. I knew from spying on her and hacking into various accounts that her husband was going out of town that night but they were supposed to meet at a local hangout for a quick dinner and some drinks before he left. I called up his office, gave a false name to his secretary, said that I was calling on Lilith's behalf and said that a real emergency came up at work and that she couldn't meet him after all and just to go right to the airport and that she'd make it up to him when he got back.

I also removed the battery from her cellphone while she was reaming out another staffer in the conference room and replaced it with a dead one.

I showed up with two friends at the hangout Lilith thought that she was meeting her husband at. I pretended to be surprised to see her. I introduced her to my friends as "The woman who makes KYZ Corp. purr."

She raised her eyebrows and got a devilish smile on her face.

As per our arrangement one of my friends said "Hey, there's Joanie and Sybil - let's go talk to them."

I begged off, said "Don't you dare tell Joanie that I'm here;" they called me a wimp but promised not to, and took off. "Lilith do you mind if I sit with you for a second. I really need to avoid Joanie; a bad situation."

"Well, my husband is joining me soon," she replied although not with a dismissive tone.

"Do you mind if I just have a drink with you until he gets here?"

"No...sure..." she replied.

"What are you drinking?" I asked.

"A mango mojito."

I got two of them from the bar, mine virgin, hers with double rum.

We actually had a pleasant conversation including me telling her that I thought that she was more of a dog lover than she let on. After I got her her second double she started wondering where her husband was. She got out her cell phone and cursed the dead battery.

"What's his number?" I asked, pulling out mine. I had copied his cell phone's "Can't come to the phone right now" message a few days earlier and put it on my land line - which is the number that I called. As soon as it rang the first time I gave the phone to her. "He's not answering," she mused, then handed the phone back to me.

"I'm sure that something just came up at work," I said, and then immediately started talking about pleasant things.

When we left the bar/restaurant at 10:00 p.m. Lilith was feeling no pain. "Lilith, do you want me to drive you home in your car? I can get a taxi back; I don't want you to ruin your career with a DUI."

She put up a half-hearted argument, then gave me the keys to her car and took my arm as I walked her to it, opened the door for her, and helped her in.

When we got to her house I asked if it was OK to call the cab from her house and wait inside.

"Sure," she smiled. "Want a drink?"

"If it's not too much trouble; anything will do," I replied.

As she brought me what looked like a Scotch, neat, I made her stumble into me, and then kissed her. I broke quickly but stared into her eyes. She kissed me back. I then gave her a passionate kiss, fondled her ass, and fondled her tits and she ran her hand over my crotch. 

"Lilith, I want to fuck you more than anything else in life," I snarled after breaking a two minute long kiss. "I'm going to take you now!"

I laid her down on the couch, quickly lifted her skirt and removed her panties, and finger fucked her while sucking on her clit. She came like a freight train, so hard that I thought that she was going to break my digits.

After her first orgasm I undressed her completely - with her active cooperation - and then started sucking her tits. I was pleasantly surprised that she actually did have a nice body - a small slit and bigger tits than ever were noticeable in the work clothes that she wore - and I really got into feeling her up. After a while, though, she started moaning "fuck me - please fuck me." I was happy to oblige.

I buried my cock in her tight but very wet pussy in once stroke. She had a small orgasm just from the penetration alone. I mauled her tits as best that I could while pounding her pussy with my cock. I came quickly - so did she, with a banshee yell as soon as my cum started jettisoning into her snatch.

To make a long story short, we showered together, I fucked her in her bed again that night, and when we woke up the next morning she had a big grin on her face. "You're a stud Brian; you fucked me really well!"

"You're a sex goddess, Lilith," I shot back with a diabolical grin; obviously that was an overstatement, although I had to admit that she was a good fuck.

Then a look of concern crossed her face. "I suppose that you'll be bragging to everyone at work how you fucked the She-Devil, huh?"

I was surprised that she knew her nickname, but didn't try to play dumb. "To me you're much more sex goddess than She-Devil, and I sure as hell am not going to tell anyone else for many reasons - not the least of which is that I want a repeat."

She got a big smile; her face didn't look very good in the morning, but her tits and pussy did.

"But I have a confession to make. You'll probably be pissed at me, but I had the most fun ever last night so I'm going to come clean. I called your husband's office and told his secretary that you couldn't make it to the bar, and I put a dead battery in your cellphone and pulled a trick when you used mine."

She got a really pissed look on her face. "Why in the Hell would you do that?"

"Because I had to see if you were the best piece of ass that I had ever seen; and I was rewarded that you were."

"You bastard, you probably fed me doubles too, didn't you?" she rhetorically asked as she tried to push me away.

"I don't care if you hate me for it, but I'm fucking you again," I growled, holding her hands above her head with one of mine and climbing on top of her.

She swore and twisted and chomped in the air trying to get me off, but I was too strong for her. I slowly slid my rock-hard cock over her pussy lips as I squeezed a tit with the hand that wasn't holding hers above her head. When I felt her snatch start to secrete juices, I buried my dong in one stroke and started pumping.

Her protests shortly turned into moans and sighs. I let go of her hands and stimulated her clit with a finger while I was pounding away. She shortly had the mother of all orgasms as I ejaculated another full load into her impatient pussy. I do believe that her orgasm was even more intense than the four that she had the previous night.

After we both recovered I looked her in the eye and said "Please don't be mad at me Lilith; please can we establish a friends with benefits relationship - make my life's dream a reality!"

She bought it hook, line, and sinker!

To make a long story short, the last three weeks of the summer Lilith and I fucked three sessions a week, twice each session, and spent the night together one more time. She started paying more attention to her appearance, and got more passionate as time went on, so it turned out that ultimately she was actually a desirably looking woman even when clothed, and an excellent fuck. I especially liked fucking her tits, which I did four times. 

During these fuck sessions and the pillow talk afterwards I got her admission that she authored the dog blog, and also got out of her every secret that she knew about KYZ Corp. I had no intention of using the information - I just wanted to see if I could get it. I never burst her bubble by telling her that I had just been using her to see if I could perfect "my way" of succeeding in business, and even gave her a $50.00 necklace, one that an old girlfriend had thrown back at me when we broke up, as a going away present. It was like I had given her the Hope Diamond she was so thrilled, and resulted in me getting one of the best blowjobs of my life in one of the conference rooms at work an hour before I left to go back to school.

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Even though I graduated business school with mediocre grades, I lucked out again when applying for a permanent job with the U S subsidiary of China Ten Corp. [usually known simply as "CT"], a big Hi-Tech firm - luck and a glowing recommendation from Lilith. I had a great interview with a female HR person, and even though I originally didn't get the job since I was competing with cum laudes from top ten schools, when one of their hires canceled the day before she was supposed to come to work, since I lived in town and was the person most readily available for a position that they had to fill - and had that good recommendation and interview - I got the job.

My supervisor and co-workers were skeptical that I could cut it when I started working at CT, but I was able to keep my head above water by doing extensive research on all of its competitors. Its two biggest competitors, which I'll call AB, a Korean company, and ZY, an American company, had specialty products that CT didn't have, and CT had specialty products that AB and ZY didn't have. All were after the others' products, which instead of being protected by patents were held as trade secrets, and all three companies had very secure intranets (not connected to any outside computers) where the information about how to make the specialty proprietary products was kept.

In view of the knowledge that I had gained of our competitors, which is the only area where I had a competitive advantage over my co-workers since most were smarter than I was (but not wilier), after I had been at CT for three years I was given the option to develop a plan for the clandestine job of getting the trade secrets related to AB's and ZY's specialty products. I spent two months researching and developing my plan, and when I presented it to the Vice President in charge of research (VPR) he received it enthusiastically and I was told to implement the plan.

I was essentially my own boss, and only had to report to the VPR once every month, and I was given a generous expense account. I had our top computer geek working for me, and could enlist the help of others for a particularly big project as long as I got the approval of the VPR.

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Again, Lady Luck smiled on me - who needs brains when you're as lucky as I am? 

When attending a charity fundraiser, comped by CT but not identifying my affiliation, I came across a seemingly unhappy situation; unhappy for the people involved, happy for me. John Braxton, the Director of Research for ZY was there with his apparently near-drunk, obnoxious, and despondent wife Brittany, who he was barely able to disguise his contempt for. I knew Braxton very well from my research - almost everything about his personal life and history, maybe more that Brittany knew. I also knew all about her personal life and some of her history.

John Braxton was fifty five years old, with a PhD in Electrical Engineering, with a keen analytical mind, and only enough social skills to just get by in the corporate world. He never would have attained the lofty status and income that he had without the aid of his long time personal assistant, Jeremy Watkins. Watkins only had a B. S., in political science, but he was very articulate, got along well with almost everyone, and was completely trusted by Braxton and kept him from making a faux pas that could torpedo his career.




Getting Ahead in Business



Brittany Braxton was a trophy wife, if an atypical one. She was, at the time of the charity ball, thirty two years old (I was twenty six). She was only slightly atypical because of her looks, because she wasn't flashy; she was understated (except for her dress and behavior that night). She had a beautiful face but wore little makeup; she normally wore her brown hair with auburn highlights loose and shoulder length, although that night it was half-up and half-down. She had a nice body, the highlight of which - at least according to my tastes - was a pair of world class thighs, which were almost completely on display depending upon how she moved in her slinky black and red dress with multiple slits.

After John gave up trying to placate his wife, and she was sitting at her table drinking while everyone else from her table was either on the dance floor or avoiding her, I decided to "go for it!"

I put a scowl on my face as I approached her from the front - so that she could see me coming from ten meters away. When I was right next to her I chimed "You look like you're the second most miserable person here tonight."

"Who's first?" she snarled after sipping her drink and then giving me the evil eye.

"Me; and I'll bet that I have more reason to be that you do," I replied with an enhanced scowl.

"Bullshit!" she bellowed.

"If you're so confident let's wager. If you admit that my reason for having a fucking miserable time is better than yours, you dance a slow dance with me. If you honestly don't think that it is I do anything that you want me to do tonight - as long as it's legal - including spilling a drink on your husband, fetching drinks for you from the bar all night, whatever!" I responded with my arms cross and staring intensely into her eyes.

"Why is dancing a slow dance with me a prize?" she asked with a scowl.

"Because even though you're miserable, you're the best looking person here," I matter-of-factly replied.

She got this really evil grin. "OK, sit down; I'll give you three minutes to tell me your tale of woe."

"Deal then?" I asked, holding out my hand.

"Deal," she replied, giving me a perfunctory hand shake while she remained seated.

The story that I laid on her was a complete fabrication. It included me catching my drunk date being finger-fucked by some random big guy at the event, having the person sitting next to me at dinner puke on my place setting at the table, losing my ticket for the raffle and having the person who found it win, and a bunch of other shit. As I piled it on I'm sure that Brittany figured out that it was a lie but she didn't call me on it. After I had been going on for about five minutes, and the band started playing a slow song, she held up her hand in a stop motion and said "You win," and stood up.

I led her to the dance floor. She glommed onto me and whispered "I hope that your story doesn't end with me stepping on your feet dancing." Then after a few more seconds she continued with "Or me kicking you in the balls - which is what will occur if you don't get your hand off my ass."

"How long do I have to get it off?" I asked as I moved my chest away from her and looked her in the eye.

She laughed, and then said "Six seconds."

I counted aloud "One Mississippi, Two Mississippi,..." then removed it when I hit "Six Mississippi."

She laughed again.

After the dance we went back to her table, had a normal conversation considering that she was apparently near-drunk (although I was beginning to believe that her intoxication was an act), and by the time that John came to collect her to take her home she was in a good mood. She introduced me to John as "This is Brian Simpson - the formerly most despondent guy at the party."

John looked confused, gruffly shook my hand, and escorted Brittany away. As she walked past me she pinched my ass.

I smiled broadly. She didn't look back, but did provocatively wiggle her ass as she walked away.

That was the first episode in my plan "The Seduction of Brittany Braxton for Fun & Profit." From the research I had done I came to the conclusion that I could obtain information about ZY's specialty products through Brittany since she had worked in ZY's research department before marrying John Braxton and was intimately familiar with procedures.

I had a different plan to obtain information about AB's specialty products through someone I had identified there, by the name of Kyu Kim, who could be blackmailed. That would not be nearly as much fun as seducing Brittany Braxton, however, and would have to be timed properly to coincide with information from ZY.

I had identified all of the places where I could "just happen" to run into Brittany Braxton. They included a charity that she worked for two days a week (the same charity that had hosted the fund-raiser that I met her at), the health club that she belonged to, and the piéce de résistance, a country club that I was already a member of (paid for by CT, of course) that I knew that she and John had recently submitted an application to join. The latter was the best since she would be running into me rather than me running into her.

I started volunteering at the charity on one of the same days that she did, but not both since that might make it too suspicious. The Executive Director was happy to have me as a volunteer who expressed interest in the same area that Brittany worked in. When the Director took me around my first day and introduced me to the volunteers I got a wry smile from Brittany. "We've met," she brusquely told the Director as she gave me a fist bump rather than a handshake.

Once I started work, I interacted with Brittany every fifteen minutes or so. At lunchtime she invited me to a nearby cafeteria. As soon as we sat down after getting our food she stared directly into my eyes and asked "So did you start volunteering here because you knew that I did?"

"Why would you ask that?" I inquired, "Pretty presumptuous of you, isn't it?"

"Not really," she replied between mouthfuls, "you seemed to really like my ass and thighs."

"And you didn't pinch my ass?" I laughed.

"Yeah, but I didn't stare at your thighs like you'd never seen female legs before," she responded with a glint in her eyes.

"If you don't like men staring at your thighs I suggest two courses of action," I snickered between bites of my BLT. "First, don't wear dresses with 

multiple slits that expose your thighs, and second, get so fat that you no longer have world class thighs."

"You think that my thighs are world class?" she asked with a twinkle in her eye.

"Like you don't already know," I chuckled. "You wouldn't wear a dress like you did at the fundraiser, or the shorts that you have on today, if you didn't know that you have world class thighs," I nonchalantly continued. Then I quickly changed the subject. 

"So how often do you volunteer here?" I asked.

"Why do you ask - so that you can adjust your schedule to ogle my thighs some more?" she playfully responded.

"No - I can only volunteer on Tuesday; I was just trying to change the subject away from your thighs so that I could try to minimize my embarrassment at being caught ogling them," I retorted.

"I work Tuesday and Thursday. However, I might have to change my Thursday schedule once I get accepted to Brentwood Country Club."

"That's my club," I snickered. "Are you following me there?"

"Touché," she chuckled.

"Want to play a round of golf on Friday?" I asked.

"I always play with my former co-worker Angela," she replied.

"Well I usually play with my friend Bill. We can have a foursome."

"What time on Friday?"

"Bill and I have a ten o'clock tee time."

"Don't you work?" she asked.

"I have an easy, well-paying, flexible job. I'll pay the green fees but if you lose, you and Angela buy lunch and drinks," I responded.

"I'll talk to Angela. What's your cell phone number?"

"Want me to program it into your phone?" I asked, holding out my hand.

"Presumptuous bastard, aren't you? What makes you think that I'll ever call you except for this one golf outing?" Brittany queried, with that twinkle in her eye again.

"You enjoy having someone around who unabashedly worships your thighs and ass so you'll keep me around to boost your ego," I responded, holding out my hand for her phone.

With a smile I took her phone, punched the necessary buttons, and returned it to her. "My number is under 'TAW' in your directory."

She got a puzzled look on her face.

"That means 'Thigh and Ass Worshipper,' clueless," I chortled.

"You're so fucking bad I should just cancel it out," she responded as she got up from her seat, in a tone that indicated that that was the last thing that she would do. We deposited our refuse in either the trash or recycle containers in the cafeteria, and went back to work. All of our afternoon interactions were pleasant.

Wednesday late morning I got a call from Brittany. It didn't start out with "Hi," or any other greeting. "I checked you out and shockingly you are a member at Brentwood. That makes me think that their standards are so low that John and I should withdraw our application for membership," she started out, with a lilt in her voice.

"Nice to talk to you too, Brittany," I responded with a chuckle.

"Yeah; whatever. So Angela says that even though you are kind of creepy since you're paying the greens fees we'll play you and your buddy Friday at ten; and she thinks that you'll be buying us lunch too," she snickered.

"Well I'm glad that you have a positive attitude, even if it's totally unrealistic. See you at the pro shop at 9:45 - unless you have some more insulting things to say to me before then," I chuckled.

"No - I think I've properly humbled you," she snorted. "See you at 9:45, Friday."

Brittany's single friend Angela is almost as much of a fox as Brittany is, although not with the same consummate ass and thighs. My single friend Bill was very pleased with the foursome. I would have been too except that Brittany ripped off her skirt at the first tee, revealing the shortest shorts that I'd ever seen outside of a whorehouse (actually I've only seen documentaries about whores - never saw the need to use one). 

After the four of us teed off on #1 I pulled her aside. "You play dirty, don't you?" I rhetorically asked.

"Whatever do you mean, Brian-dear?" she replied while batting her eyes in an exaggerated manner.

"Your short-shorts," I said pointing at her exposed thighs.

"Oh, you noticed," she snickered, and then turned to go to her cart.

In addition to her shorts she played dirty by wiggling her ass just before every tee shot and putt; either that or she had the most unusual body language of any golfer that I had ever seen.

Since Bill and Angela were getting along so well, as were Brittany and I, after four holes Bill asked "since Angela and I seem to be always slicing and Brian and Brittany are hooking why don't we switch carts so that Angela and I are in one cart and Brian and Brittany in the other?"

"Just because Brittany has the shortest shorts in the history of mankind on doesn't mean that you can call her a hooker," I deadpanned, getting me a poke in the ribs from Brittany's putter.

After some crude comments were exchanged, we did switch carts allowing me to scrutinize Brittany's thighs at all times.

Brittany turned out to be very competitive. In fact her competitiveness was rivaled only by her sleek thighs. We were scoring match play (taking into account handicaps), and on the 17th they were one up. I had about a 6 foot putt to tie the hole so that we had a chance to tie the match on the 18th. Brittany stood on the opposite side of the hole from where I was lining up my putt. Just as I was about to strike the ball she pulled down her shorts, mooning me. Obviously I missed the putt but I did get to view the nicest ass that I had ever seen.

After Brittany put her skirt back on, Bill and I paid for lunch and drinks and the four of us spent the entire afternoon thoroughly enjoying each other's company. I found Brittany to be the most stimulating woman that I had ever met in my life. During our conversation the subject of what health club Brittany belonged to came up. "You're going to think that I'm stalking you, Brittany, but I just signed up for that health club last week. Tell me what your schedule is so that I can avoid running into you there," I chuckled.

"If I'm not around how are your eyes going to get exercise?" She snickered.

"What do you mean?" I inquired.

"If you don't have my thighs and ass to stare at, how are your eyes going to get any exercise?" She asked with a diabolical smile.

Bill and Angela broke out laughing. Brittany just continued to smile. I simply mumbled "busted," as I turned red, then got as bold as I usually get. "Okay, what are your normal workout hours then?"

"Monday, Wednesday, and Saturday, 8 AM to 10 AM. Do you get up that early?"

"I can get it up - I mean I can get up," I snickered, "for you!"

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And so my pursuit of Brittany Braxton began in earnest. After the second time we worked out together at the health club I made out with her in her car. After our second round of golf with her, Bill, and Angela, I massaged her tits. We were proceeding almost like we were a couple of seniors in high school.

Throughout my pursuit of Brittany, I subtly pumped her for information. She actually seemed to be quite forthcoming, but to my surprise she also asked me lots of questions about my company's procedures, having identified through her research of me - at least that's what she said - that I worked for CT. I knew that I would not be able to get all the information that I needed, however, until I started fucking her; plus I was hotter for this woman than any other woman I've ever met in my life. However that turned out to be a real problem. While she eventually had no issue with mutual oral sex, and loved for me to finger fuck her almost any time, and anywhere, my penis was not getting close to her vagina.

It was clear during my interactions with Brittany that there really was no love lost between her and her husband John. She gave various reasons for why she married him, none of which made much sense to me. She also gave various reasons for why she didn't want to fuck, the most common of which was that John was shooting blanks, she hated birth-control pills, she was allergic to latex, and she didn't want to get pregnant.

As time wore on, despite the lack of penile penetration, I started having feelings for her like I had had for no other woman in my life, and unless she was a great actress it appeared that she felt the same way about me. She certainly lit up whenever she saw me; maybe it was because I tented my pants every time that I saw her.

A change occurred when one Monday, as we worked out at the health club, it was apparent that she was in a nasty mood. I asked her what was wrong. "Let's get rip-roaring drunk, then maybe I'll tell you," was her surprising response to my question, especially since I'd gotten to know her over the last five months she was drinking less and less alcohol.

"Okay," I replied. "How do we go about doing that?"

"John is out of town, and the servants have the day off," she quickly replied. "Plus, John stocks just about every type of booze that there is in his bar. Let's go to my house."

That was the first time that she ever invited me to her house. I followed her there, parked on the street about a block away from her mini mansion, then walked around to the back door, where she let me in. I had no intention of getting drunk myself, but I thought that if she got wasted enough I could get some very worthwhile information from her.

It took about an hour of hard drinking for her to tell me why she was in such a nasty mood. I won't attempt to mimic her slurring or misuse of words, in relating what she said; nor will I attempt to repeat my fake slurring and misuse.

"We're now rip-roaring drunk, Brittany; so tell me why you were in such a nasty mood at the health club."

"My bastard husband has been pushing me to get confidential information from you about your company CT's products so that he can either steal the information or reproduce it. He's pestered me that I haven't gotten more information so far, and this weekend he told me I should go ahead and fuck you to get the information. I always thought that his business was much more important to him than any personal relationships, but to now be starkly confronted with the information that that is true is a little hard to take. That's why I am in a shitty mood."

I was floored. I was glad that I was sober. Finally I mumbled "don't you have any feelings for me?"

"I'm in love with you dipshit, can't you tell?"

"I'm in love with you too Brittany, but your marriage is a substantial impediment to a long-term relationship."

"Ha; my marriage is a sham. I've always been just a trophy wife to John, and his total lack of respect for me by telling me to fuck you for business purposes makes that crystal clear."

After that statement, she started to slowly undress while giving me a look that left no doubt what she had in mind.

"I don't want our first fuck to be because you're drunk, or because John told you to fuck me."

"I assure you that drunk or not I wanted to do this since the first day that I met you, and I also assure you that I do not take orders from John. This is what I want and it is clear that it is what your little friend wants too," she snickered as she stared at my crotch.

Brittany was a sex dynamo. The way that she wrapped those sculptured thighs around me while pulsating her pussy, wrapping her arms around my neck, and alternating deep kissing me and swearing a blue streak, had me more excited than at any other time in my life. She let out a banshee scream as we came simultaneously. When we recovered we moved from the couch in the bar area to the guest bedroom. Between fucks I massaged and kissed her thighs and ass, which she really loved. "It's nice to be worshipped," she giggled.

When we woke up the next morning in each other's arms, and I looked at her in the morning light streaming through the window, I knew without a doubt that I was in love with her. There was no way that she could fake her feelings for me either, so I resolved to come clean.

"Brittany, do you remember what you told me when you were drunk last night?"

"I was hoping that when I woke up this morning that I hadn't told you what I think I did. I want you to know, however, Brian, that even though my first meeting with you was a set up that my husband orchestrated to get confidential information about your company CT's proprietary products, that I fell in love with you. You have to know that last night was real," she timidly concluded, with a small tear forming in her right eye as she stared into mine.

I got a big smile on my face.

"What's so funny?" She asked.

"What you just said makes what I have to tell you so, so much easier," I chuckled. "I initially started out trying to seduce you for the same reason; I wanted information about ZY's products. It was a great assignment since you have the best thighs and ass in the world; what I did not expect, however, was that I fell in love with you also. To repeat what you just said you have to know that last night was real!"

At first there was a funny look in her eye, then she got a smile as broad as mine. "So what are we going to do you little seducer and trade secrets thief?"

"Well, the first thing that we are going to do is to make love; then try to figure out how we can make enough money to run off together. How does that sound?" I rhetorically asked as I started fingering her clit and placing kisses on her neck and cheeks. While the three times that we fucked the previous night were beyond great, making love in the morning was even better. It was the most emotionally and physically satisfied that I'd ever been in my life up to that point.




Getting Ahead in Business



By the end of the day, we had a plan in place that we thought could work. She would tell John, and I would tell my boss, the VPR of CT company, that we could buy all of the trade secret information about the other company's proprietary products for $1 million cash. We would also tell them that we could buy all the trade secret information from the Korean company competitor AB for another $800,000. When we got the money, we would provide each company with the information, and then take off. Brittany swore that she knew of a way that we could get new identities for $50,000 each, and she had always wanted to travel to the Italian Riviera and to New Zealand, and I was up for that as long as I was with her.

It was surprising how gullible both John and my boss were, and how anxious that Kim, the employee I was blackmailing at AB, was to be able to get rid of his problem. I guess when you really want to believe something that you close other things out of your mind. In order to provide the trade secret information from each of ZY and CT to the other, we told John and my boss that we also had to give our trade secret information to the other company, but of course we would doctor it so that it was useless. Both ZY and CT are large enough that they could easily hide $1.8 million in their research budgets and get the cash over a three-month period.

Brittany and I used the three-month hiatus to plan everything in excruciating detail regarding our escape from our present lives. We both made sure that our parents were taken care of by transferring to them our own money before we got the $3.6 million. Our new false identities, so good that I do believe that they would fool almost anyone, were done a month early. We made love every day during that three-month period, and our affection for each other grew more intense every hour.

I never did find out why Brittany married John in the first place. I surmised that it had something to do with a mistake that she made in her past, however I wasn't interested in her past. I was interested in the future as long as it was with her.

Within two hours after receipt of the $3.6 million in cash and the exchange of both the fake (in the case of CT's and ZY's) and real (in the case of the Korean company AB) trade secret information, we were on a private plane with our new identities on our way to the Cayman Islands. We each put $100,000 cash in each of 16 bank accounts at different banks, and kept $200,000 as ready spending money. After a very pleasant year on the Italian Riviera, we went to New Zealand and fell in love with the country. By buying a small business in Christchurch we were able to establish permanent residency within two years. We hope to parlay our business acumen into a success in New Zealand also, but utilizing entirely different - much more conventional - means.

Although it didn't really make any difference to us since we were living our new identities, we did keep track of John's activities in the United States. He had filed for divorce for abandonment about three months after we left, and the divorce was granted a year later. Therefore, we weren't even bigamists when we did get married, and have our first child.

With Brittany pregnant with our second child, I marvel at how her thighs and ass are still as spectacular as when I first met her. I do have one complaint, however. During her second pregnancy her libido has skyrocketed and it's all that I can do to keep up with her. I have to stroke her consummate ass and thighs twice each day, while fucking her doggy style.

Woe is me.