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Office Policy

By: tgirl_Mary



“Ok ladies and gentleman, please put your hands together for the beautiful and talented Erika!” the DJ’s voice rang out over the thumping alternative beat as the object of my lust strutted to the stage. Erika’s saucy red curls bounced on her head and on her soft porcelain white shoulders as she walked. The crowd was going ballistic with applause in anticipation. Erika climbed the four steps carefully in her outrageous platform shoes bringing all five feet two inches of her under the erratic stage lights. She spotted me right away in the front row with her glittering green eyes and winked at me. That brought a smile to my face. I wasn’t all too much to look at after all. I was bald and plain looking with the emotional scares of break-up etched on my face. Erika was always glad to see me probably because she knew I always brought a big roll of cash to club Private Eyes. The strip club had become a regular haunt for me since my girlfriend left me four months ago. We had lived together for three years until she caught me one day in a precarious position. Now I show up once a week with three hundred bucks with Erika’s name on every fifty-dollar bill. 

Erika danced and teased for the packed crowd who cheered from the dark room. The crowd was mostly guys, especially up front, but also had many women with their husbands and boyfriends or as part of a large party group. The couples usually kept further back. Erika liked to play with the ladies too. In fact she was very eager to get a girl to tip her or to go do private dances for the couples. 

After a standing ovation from the pact house after the third song Erika peeled her naked body from the stage and grabbed my wrist. By now she did not have to ask if I wanted a private dance, it was a given. Her perfect little tushy swayed in front of me as I basked in her sweet aroma of perfume and perspiration. We found ourselves a nice quiet couch in a very dim corner of the private room near the fireplace away from the loud speakers and even louder crowd. 

As usual, I would have to behave myself. Erika was very strict about her rules. No man could touch or lick her breasts, her crotch or her face. I tried to on many occasions but got a warning. She was good at keeping a space between us. Her rules did not apply however to females as I had observed once or twice before with her and another dancer and a female patron. It made me wish that I could be a girl and get that much closer to Erika. I know she liked me for my money but she always told me that she liked me more than most guys because I was a gentleman and always made her feel special. She would always leave me at the end of the night with a soft kiss on my barren forehead. I longed for a day when I could kiss her pert lips, her perky upturned breasts, her firm little bottom or her red trimmed love nest instead. 

As usual I ventured home with empty pockets, a raging hard-on, and of course, alone. The next day Friday, I always had trouble dragging my sorry ass into work for eight o’clock. The bags under my eyes were extra dark and I wouldn’t bother shaving. I never called in sick, no matter what. As a part owner in a company, I had a responsibility to the business. My two business partners, Donny and Kelly would always get a good laugh out of me at our Friday morning meetings. We were all very close and friendly with other. I had known Donny since high school. He was a business and marketing major in university and was the company’s key to getting our customers and accounts. He knew enough about our technology, fibre optic surveillance systems, to get by. He is slick and considered good looking. Donny is half Italian and has that charm that gets him a lot of female attention. He is a great talker and has managed to keep the accounts coming in. Kelly is Donny’s ex. She is blond, built and gorgeous. She had been a paralegal at the last company Donny and I worked for, a wireless provider, but was under appreciated and underestimated by the company brass. Donny was already dating her and they eventually moved in a common apartment. While we were there I had been working on a new idea that would transform video surveillance. As one of the junior engineers, I was often underestimated as well. The company simply took no interest in my ideas. When I discussed all this with my two friends Donny and Kelly, they suggested we start our own business. We scraped together the money and we all jumped ship together. My share at first was fifty percent with Donny and Kelly at twenty five percent each. Kelly is in charge of all business operations, and handles the fine details of the contracts. I am the brains behind our products and oversee all engineering and production. 

That was five years ago and since my break up I had sold an additional five percent of my share to Kelly and Donny. Their relationship didn’t last long after they moved in together. There were a few spats and they soon split up. I was terrified what it would do to our business but they were civil about it and managed to remain professional about our successful company. They get along great at the office, much better than when they were a couple. Neither one of them has any trouble attracting the opposite sex, and they don’t cater to jealous feelings when one or the other discusses a recent love interest. 

I had thought about asking out Kelly many times but remained aware of the trouble that could cause with Donny. Kelly was really out of my league anyway. Besides all that, she introduced an office policy to keep our company successful we should stay professional and keep out of each other’s pants. It made sense and it worked up to now.

“So, are you going to tell us about the girl or what?” Kelly blurted out.

“What girl?” I tactfully responded.

“The one keeping you up late every Thursday night,” she coyly responded.

“Come on stud, we want details,” Donny added.

“Oh well!” I figured. I might as well tell them what was happening. I proceeded to give the details of my private sessions with Erika, the dancer. I sounded pretty pathetic, and I figured they were about to erupt in laughter at any time. 

“Why don’t you just ask her out?” Kelly insisted.

“Hey, I’ve tried. Really, but she told me she doesn’t date guys, even the ones as nice as me. She said that she prefers girls,” I responded.

“How can you be sure that she isn’t telling you that just so that you will stay interested enough to keep coming back but giving up hope of a date,” Donny asked.

“Honestly, I don’t know for sure. You could be right,” I agreed. Then I added, “I do know for sure that she does like the ladies. I have seen her with some of the other girls there, and if she was acting, she deserves an Oscar.”

“Did you see her up close?” Donny pried.

I shook my head, “Not too close, I would have had to be at the same table.”

“What is it about guys and lesbians?” Kelly asked with an annoyed scowl. 

“Well, instead of one, hot, sexy woman in heat, you get two, it’s very visually stimulating…” I started.

“It was a rhetorical question,” Kelly answered. “This one here tried to get me to seduce another girl for a threesome,” she continued, pointing at Donny. Donny had a cheesy but guilty look on his face. I looked at him intensely as if waiting for a response. 

“The answer is no. I did not,” Kelly jumped in, sensing my curiosity. I knew better than to pry any further. For some reason, Kelly felt that she had to keep volunteering info. “It’s not that I have any thing against it. I don’t! I am pretty sure that I could be comfortable with another woman, if she was pretty cool. I admit that I have thought about from time to time. I just didn’t do it for you, because it was your threesome fantasy, not mine. We were a couple and that would have been totally about satisfying your ego,” she ranted towards Donny. He obviously did not want any more of that fight and thru his arms up in mock surrender. They still had some hidden issues, but I was still stuck on Kelly’s words about being comfortable with and thinking about having sex a woman.

We didn’t ride the subject too much longer and eventually got down to business. On the next Monday, Kelly interrupted me while I was over my drafting table. “So tell me more about this Erika chick. What does she look like? How old is she? Give me some details.”

I was a bit surprised at her interest, shocked even. I described Erika as best that I could as Kelly listened intently. The next day she asked me if I would mind some company on Thursday night. Kelly claimed to be interested in checking out my obsession. “You need the perspective of an outsider. I can tell you my thoughts on what your chances are when I see this girl in person,” she sold me.

“Yah, umm… that would be helpful, I guess,” I responded not certain what to make of all this. “Would you be comfortable? I mean…umm, ever been in a strip club before?” I blurted. 

“Oh, don’t worry, I’ll be fine! I’m totally cool with it,” Kelly reassured me. Her broad, beaming smile really had me worked up. This was the closest she had ever been with me and I was excited about it.

Thursday afternoon Kelly booked from work early to get her hair and nails done. She said that she also had to pick up a dress and some new shoes. She gave me instructions to pick her up at nine o’clock. She was really going to do this. I arrived on time to pick up Kelly. I decided to wear something better than I usually do since Kelly was apparently getting a new dress just for tonight. I picked out a silver suit jacket and pants with a black priest collar shirt. It wasn’t my normal style, but I didn’t want to disappoint Kelly. I nervously rang her doorbell and was soon greeted by my co-worker as I had never seen her before. I was used to seeing her in her conservative suits, pulled back hair, and glasses. Tonight she was dolled out to the nines, wearing a wispy little black chiffon number that was mid thigh in length, sleeveless, and cut low enough to show off some fabulous cleavage. She wore dark black stockings and four inch black velvet stilettos with an ankle strap. She accessorized with a gold chain around her hips, some wrist bangles and a black and gold choker. Kelly had her hair fluffed out in a wild, abandon look and she wore her makeup dark and slutty, with ruby red lipstick. She looked amazing and took my breath away. “Hey, you look great!” She told me, as I stood there with my jaw hanging open.

“So do you, Wow!” I somehow managed to spit out.

“Do I really look okay? Not too over the top?” she asked.

“No, really! Your perfect! I have never seen you like this before. You look amazing,” I stammered on.

“You clean up pretty good yourself,” she complimented while punching my arm like a school buddy. That was to remind me that she was not my date, just my friend. I was having a rough time concentrating on driving to the club, constantly being distracted by Kelly’s full cleavage and her sexy legs. Her scent was also very alluring. I was sweating.

I opened Kelly’s door and got a great leg show for my effort. She held my arm as we entered the dark, noisy, smoke filled room. Every guy we passed gave Kelly a thorough once over. She grinned politely at every one we passed. I was beginning to feel proud for a change. They must have all figured that she was wife or girlfriend. We found a table near the main stage but not too close. The cute waitress brought us our drinks quickly, and we made short work of them. We watched the parade of dancers go buy and enjoyed the lovely dark haired Russian girl on the stage. Kelly seemed perfectly at ease and completely comfortable in the unfamiliar surroundings. We ordered another round and as the drinks were arriving the DJ announced the next dancer, Erika!

Erika paraded in and did her strut to the stage with a huge grin and exuding electricity. Kelly paid close attention as the tiny little redhead bounced up onto the stage and began her routine to the tune of Wild Thing by Prozzak. My head went back and forth between Erika and looking at Kelly’s expression. Kelly had her eyes locked on the young dancer. Part way into her number Erika spotted me and made eye contact. She winked at me, as was her custom. Finally Kelly spoke, “Wow! She is cute! And a fantastic dancer.”

Erika’s second song started, Sex on Wheels by the Thrill Kill Cult. During this song, most of the laundry came off and Erika made a point of locking eyes with Kelly several times. I noticed Kelly beginning to blush. “I think she likes you,” I teased. She had no response.

The crowd roared their approval after the second song. During the third song, Justify My Love by Madonna, the customers traditionally start tipping the dancer. I pulled out a five-dollar bill and handed it to Kelly. “I usually tip a five for the floor show,” I told her. 

“You want me to give it to her?” Kelly asked with a tone of shock in her voice. I sheepishly nodded.

“I’m not going up on the stage!” she insisted.

“You don’t have to, just hand it to her, she’ll thank you, it’s simple,” I lied to her. The crowd suddenly got much loader and Kelly and I turned to see why. Erika was staring at our table and was pointing at Kelly. As Kelly acknowledged her, Erika crooked her finger and summoned my date to the stage. Felling the crowd pressure, Kelly nervously made her way to the side of the stage with the fiver in her hand. Kelly held the bill out in her outstretched hand. Erika shook her head, and pointed to Kelly’s breasts. Kelly looked back at me with confusion on her face. I made a gesture signalling for her to stuff the bill between her boobs. She turned back to the stage and did as instructed, shoving the lucky bill down between her heaving mounds. Erika signalled Kelly again to move closer. Standing inches away, Erika gently leaned forward and softly kissed Kelly on her breast. Kelly stayed still and Erika moved over to do the same on the other boob. She then took the bill between her teeth, and slowly removed it from its fleshy trap. Erika’s hands pushed up on Kelly’s breasts to accent the overflowing cleavage. She didn’t release her hold on Kelly and after turning her head to spit the bill out onto the stage; she pulled Kelly to her and planted her open mouth square on Kelly’s lips. Kelly was a bit shocked but with the overwhelming approval of the crowd, she allowed Erika to kiss her. It was no sisterly kiss either. Erika really was going to town and Kelly reciprocated by sucking the tongue of the pretty stripper. The make out session lasted nearly thirty seconds. When Kelly returned to the table her face was bright pink. I had never seen her so off her game. She was usually a pillar of control. The crowd really loved the show, as did I.

“Bastard!” she said with a smile. I tried to hold in my laugh. Erika made her way off the stage after her third number and immediately came over to our table. She was buck naked with the exception of her platform shoes and body glitter. She giggled as she started to apologize to Kelly for centring her out. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to embarrass you, my name is Erika,” she said, almost ignoring me. 

“Hi, I’m Kelly, a friend of Marty’s, he’s told me so much about you. You’re very pretty and your show was extremely sexy,” She started to ramble.

“You two want to go sit somewhere more private?” Erika asked Kelly, again barely acknowledging my presence. Kelly looked at me for an answer. The look in her eyes told me that she was still curious so I nodded and winked. 

“Ok, sounds good to me, it’s too loud in this room to talk,” Kelly justified. Erika held out her hands to each of us. We got up and walked hand in hand with Erika in the middle of us to the V.I.P. room. We found a nice comfortable couch and the waitress took our drink order.

“Two cranberry vodkas and a Keith’s please,” I asked.

“And two Sambuccas,” Erika added.

Erika had parked her butt beside Kelly and it was a rather tight squeeze. Her hand sat on Kelly’s stocking clad thigh as she asked, “So what has he told you about me?”

“Well, he did say that you were beautiful and sexy, but I had no idea…”

“Did he tell you how much I like girls?” Erika interrupted.

“Well, he did mention something, but I don’t know…” Kelly started rambling.

By that time a song had started and Erika slid herself out of her seat and straddled Kelly’s lap, rather aggressively. Our drinks had arrived and I paid for them. Erika handed Kelly the shot of Sambucca and they did a ‘cheers’ before downing the drinks. Erika’s hips gyrated and grinded and Kelly placed her hands on them to steady the young dancer. Erika slid forward a bit so that Kelly’s hands slipped onto her ass. Erika’s well-practiced move brought a smile to her face and a blush from Kelly. Kelly was going to take her hands away but Erika forced her to leave them there. Kelly then began taking the liberty to fondle that perfect little caboose. When Erika sensed that her prey was warming up, she gently placed a finger under Kelly’s chin and very closely whispered to her, “Now, where were we?”

With that, Erika’s mouth closed in on Kelly’s and very softly planted a kiss. Kelly closed her eyes and relaxed her mouth as she allowed Erika’s tongue to explore her mouth. The kiss was as passionate and beautiful as any I had ever seen. The kiss began to get hot and heavy as Erika gyrated her naked body all over my business partner. Kelly let her hands explore deep into the crevasse of the Erika’s ass. I could see her manicured fingertips probing into the pussy and ass of the hot little vixen. Erika encouraged her by humping on her fingers and working her lip lock even more aggressively. Erika brushed Kelly’s long blond hair away from her face and held her head in her hands. They continued making out until the song ended. As the music died down Erika turned her face away from Kelly to look at me. Both hers and Kelly’s lipstick was smeared all over each other’s face. I had the most painful hard on of my entire life. She looked at me is if waiting for something. I realized what her dilemma was and produced a roll of fifty- dollar bills from my pocket. She smiled and reached to take Kelly’s hand from her crotch. During the break Erika held Kelly’s hand and slowly and seductively licked her fingers clean. Kelly never took her eyes off of the pretty seductress. 

When the music started up again, Erika returned Kelly’s hand to her bum. She leaned into Kelly again and once again shoved her tongue into the blond bombshell’s mouth. Kelly could taste Erika’s juices on her tongue and eagerly sucked it clean. Erika worked Kelly’s mouth for a while longer, then she pulled back to catch her breath as she raised herself up a bit so that her perky breasts were in Kelly’s face. Kelly instinctively licked the dancer’s titties and took a nipple into her mouth. She sweetly sucked on Erika’s nipples one at a time while at the same time she finger fucked her. Erika was enjoying her attention and also teasing me. She raised herself up higher and Kelly licked Erika’s belly. As Kelly licked Erika’s belly button the song ended.

Erika looked over at me and I signalled for her to continue. She smiled and continued humping Kelly’s fingers. While Erika had a sip of her drink Kelly took the opportunity to suck her own fingers clean in much the same way as Erika had done earlier. Erika asked, “Do you like it?” Kelly nodded. “Want some more?” Erika asked while stroking the Kelly’s blond hair. Kelly again nodded. I was so jealous of her at this point.

The next song started and Erika got up off her knees and stood on the couch. She took hold of Kelly’s head and pressed her face into her belly again. Kelly began licking down until she reached Erika’s pubic mound. Erika lifted her opposite leg and slid it over Kelly’s shoulder. Soon I could see Kelly’s tongue slip between the lips of Erika’s closely groomed snatch and bury itself deep inside. Erika groaned in ecstasy. Kelly tongued her dancer’s pussy as she continued fingering her tight ass. Erika held Kelly’s head in place as she humped her face. Her clit rode Kelly’s lip. Erika looked at me with drowsy eyes saying, “You girlfriend gives great face!” She was face fucking her more than anything and this went on during the entire song until Erika shuddered in orgasm, soaking Kelly’s face with her love juice.


Office Policy



Warning: This story does NOT include sex. It's an intro to a story that does include non-consensual sex. If either of those offend you, leave now or forever hold your peace.

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Janine liked temping. You got to meet new people, learn new things.. and just as easily, you were gone, on to the next place. That suited her. Too much time at any one place and she started getting that itchy gotta-go feeling.

Her temp agency paid about the going rate, although that wasn't much. But the way Janine figured it, inviting strangers to work for you meant you were practically asking them to help themselves to a few things around the office... paper clips, extra file folders and blank CDs.. company secrets... co-workers' boyfriends... so it all worked out in the end. Janine didn't care who ended up hating her because the next week she'd be working someplace else, sometimes another city.

Janine's favorite thing about new places wasn't just taking stuff. It was leaving a little piece of Janine behind, so to speak. As the rest of her co-workers would leave for the day, hardworking Janine would smile wearily and continue typing, or filing, or whatever she was doing. They admired her dedication, or else they felt sorry for her. Most of them smiled and waved as they left. As soon as she had the office to herself, though, it was playtime.

Everyone had something at their desk, a little something personal. Maybe a mug, maybe a stuffed animal, sometimes a picture of someone they loved. As soon as she made sure that no cameras were watching, Janine would wander through the maze of cubicles and offices, taking off her clothes as she went. Under her tight little business suit was a tight little body, usually in some slutty underwear. Bright red AND leopard print crotchless panties and a nipple-less bra were pretty much her usual. Every personal item she could find had its turn sliding against or into her hot, wet pussy. Teddy bears facedown against the edge of a desk were perfect for humping. Sometimes she would take a fancy pen set and slowly insert it into her ass, pushing it as far in as she could before dragging it out and putting it neatly back on the desk.

Usually, no one ever knew. A couple of times she had almost been caught, or someone would have a suspicion, but then they'd dismiss it as ridiculous.

This time was different.

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Ben had a bad habit. He really liked feeling up his secretaries, especially the young, hot ones. Sometimes they ignored it, sometimes they got upset and left immediately. He didn't care. He could always get another secretary. Those temp agencies poured them out by the dozen.

This new girl, Janine... she was a hot piece. As soon as she walked in to his office, swaying slightly on her high heels, he smiled to himself. This one wasn't a feeler-upper. This one was going to get what she deserved. Look at that suit! Next to nothing under it, he would bet, and the way it hugged her ass and dipped low over some impressive cleavage... well... she was just asking for it, wasn't she?

But he wasn't going to just jump all over her right away. That would really be a waste, because he had plans, and she wasn't going to just walk away from this one.

She was going to learn all about office policy.

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Janine smiled sweetly at her co-worker, Lucy. Lucy was so excited about her boyfriend's birthday party tonight, she just couldn't wait! And she couldn't shut up, either. Janine had some vivid pictures of slapping Lucy's gabbing mouth going through her head. But no... let the girl talk. It sounded like she had some terrific boyfriend there, didn't she?

"Um... Lucy?" Janine blushed and spoke hesitantly. Perfecting that blush had taken her years. "Would.. would you mind very much if I join you guys tonight? I'm... I don't know anyone here... I would really love to get out tonight."

Lucy stared at her. "Of course you can, Janine! Haven't you been listening?" Actually, Janine had been tuning out everything but the details about Le Boyfriend. "I want you to come out, we're going to have such a great time! We're going to sing karaoke and everything!"

"Oh... wow, Lucy. I love karaoke. I know just the song I'm going to sing."

Lucy giggled. "You probably want to have a few drinks to loosen up first, don't you?"

"No.. I really just love performing."

"Ok then Janine, you can go first. Everyone's always wanting someone else to go first! But it sounds like you wouldn't mind."

"Not at all... Lucy..."



Office Policy



She eventually flopped herself down trying to catch her breath. Kelly’s face was a sticky mess. “Wow, I haven’t came like that in like forever!” Erika moaned. With that she sat up and had a drink. Kelly had one too. Erika then began licking Kelly’s face and started working down toward her breasts. Erika cupped the very large puppies in her hands and pushed them up so that they spilled out of her bra. Erika licked her way to Kelly’s erect nipple and gave it a long suck before going over to the other one. She then looked into Kelly’s eyes and clearly said, “I want to eat your pussy!” Kelly nodded.

Erika positioned Kelly so that her dress was up over her hips. Kelly looked sexy with her stocking tops exposed and her black silk panties sucked up into her damp pussy. Erika got onto her knees on the carpeted floor and eased Kelly’s legs apart with her hands. Erika began kissing Kelly’s thighs and licked her pantied covered crotch. Kelly writhed in anticipation. Erika pulled Kelly’s panties to the side and revealed her wet lips.

“Wow, you’re a real blond,” Erika giggled. Kelly giggled too until she felt Erika’s tongue touching her clit. Kelly sucked in a deep breath and moaned out slowly. Erika’s long tongue knew its way around a pussy and she did her magic on Kelly. Kelly’s heels dug into Erika’s back and her fingers ran through the long red curls on top of her head. Kelly humped back at Erika’s tongue. Erika had obviously done this many times before because Kelly loved every second of it. My pants were about to split from excitement. I knew if I touched it, even just a little, it would explode. Kelly writhed and bucked as she came on Erika’s face. The little expert kept sucking my friend’s clit until she stopped shaking. If it weren’t for the music volume, everyone in the place would have heard Kelly scream. As the song ended, Erika released Kelly’s clit and sat up for a drink. A waitress appeared soon after and informed Erika that she was due on stage again in fifteen minutes. Erika said that she had to go and gave Kelly one more kiss. I slipped Erika three hundred. She smiled and kissed my cheek as she dashed from the room.

Now, I didn’t know what to say to Kelly, I was still in shock. It was a slightly awkward moment as I watched her straighten her dress and shove her boobs back into her bra. I just sipped my drink and sat there uncomfortably. Finally Kelly picked up her drink and chugged it down quickly. “Come on, let’s get out of here!” she told me with authority.

I knew our arrangement would be different from that moment on. I was at a loss for words as we found my car in the lot. As soon as we got in I looked over at her for some kind of communication. She was staring back at me with a devil’s eye. “Are you jealous?” was all she asked. 

“Well, yes…a bit. But wow, I am so impressed by…” I had started before Kelly stopped me by placing a finger on my mouth. I could still smell the sweet fragrance of Erika’s pussy on it. Kelly leaned over to me and replaced her finger with her lips. She kissed me softly and tenderly. I could taste Erika on her lips. Kelly allowed her tongue to drift into my mouth. I sucked on it softly. We kissed affectionately for a few minutes until she stopped it. Kelly turned in her seat and placed her ankles up on my shoulders. Her dress rode up onto her hips again and she placed her hand on my bald head. Kelly forced my head down between her thighs.

“I’m still really fucking horny baby, I hope you don’t mind,” Kelly confessed. Kelly’s little black panties were wet and party torn from inside. She grabbed hold of them and gave a tug, ripping the side and they came right off in her hand. It was a very sexy move. Her pink pussy had a glistening sheen on it as my mouth soon found it’s new home. She moaned as I eagerly started lapping at her snatch. I ate her as if she was my last meal. My tongue found the spots that Erika’s tongue had found just moments before. Kelly humped my face like she did with the stripper. She was hot and wet. I loved her flavour. Kelly began quaking and shaking and her thighs clamped tightly on my face. Her silky stockings brushed my head as I ate her through orgasm. 

Kelly didn’t miss a beat and pulled me up to her and planted her mouth on mine as she fumbled for my zipper. My cock was in pain and begging for relief. “Marty, I need you to fuck me, I need to fuck right now!” I had never heard her like this before but since I was being a gentleman, I had no choice but to grant the lady her request. Now, I had to concentrate on not blowing my load too quickly. I was a lit firecracker. I undid my pants and pushed them down to my knees. Kelly didn’t wait for me. She rolled me over and straddled me, placing her hot box onto my swollen member. She grunted as she impaled herself on me in one quick thrust. I almost lost it right away. Luckily, she grinded herself down on me for a minute or two, which allowed me to catch my breath and concentrate. Kelly then started bouncing up and down on my pole, using me as her personal fuck toy. She was wild with abandon. Kelly was unhinged, flailing all over the place. Her long blond locks whipped back and forth covering her face. Finally, I could hold it no longer and grunted as I thrust up into her and launched a massive load into Kelly’s womb. 

“Oh ya honey, I needed that!” Kelly panted. 

“Me too Kelly, me too,” I sighed.

After a few minutes of repose, we sat up and straightened our cloths. I started up my engine and we drove away. The ride back to Kelly’s place was very quiet, not from awkwardness but from a blissful contentment. I walked her to her door. “Do you want me to come in?” I asked.

“Better not. Don’t get me wrong. It’s not you personally, I just feel like we have to maintain our business relationship so we should call this what it was, an act of passion,” she answered logically. “It was a fucking awesome act of passion,” she added.

I smiled. Kelly was right. No matter how far over the office policy line we had stepped, we had to go back to our professional relationship. I kissed Kelly in a very sisterly way before heading back to the car. After everything, I had to say to myself, “Well, at least I had sex with Kelly.”

The next morning was as rough as any Friday morning yet. This time I could at least savour the fact that Kelly was in the same boat as me. My only dilemma would be Donny. What would I tell him about it? He would no doubt ask me. I decided to wait for a sign from Kelly or just try to brush it under the carpet. 

Kelly showed up looking fresh as daisies. She wore a white lace top and a grey business skirt with her three inch black heels. Her hair was back to its normal conservative style and she wore glasses but still looked radiant. I got the customary “Good morning,” as if nothing was any different.

Donny was eagerly waiting for the details with a hot coffee in his hand. “Well, spit it out! How was last night?” he pried. I didn’t know how to respond. I turned to look at Kelly for some support. I didn’t want to outright lye to my friend. 

“Donny, you should have been there! You would have had one of your fantasies fulfilled,” Kelly started. My mouth opened in shock. She was going to tell him! “Marty was right, Erika does love her ladies,” she went on acting like the cat who just caught a mouse.

“So she actually went through with it, eh?” Donny asked me red faced. “She told me that she was going with you last night but I was sure that she would chicken out,” he continued. “Did she really do anything with the dancer?” Donny asked again in disbelief.

“Oh ya! She was a real trooper!” I informed him. “I still can’t believe what I saw. I can’t describe it, you would have to have been there,” I teased.

“What about you? Did you get any action?” Donny pried, looking for more answers. I almost choked on my coffee, considering what Kelly and I had done in the car. I looked at Kelly again for some kind of signal. She was looking down at the papers on the table and bighting her tongue.

“Me? No, unfortunately it was the same old status quo for me. Erika only plays with the girls,” I told him. At least that much was the truth. I realized that Kelly did not want to tell Donny about our activity in the car afterwards.

“Oh ya, Erika is definitely only into girls!” Kelly emphasized again.

“Does this mean, your going to be lesbian from now on?” Donny joked with Kelly, ducking as he awaited her reply. She didn’t throw anything at him. 

“I had fun, she was cute, and it was a one time thing, that’s all!” Kelly replied.

“Damn! Now I’m never going to see it,” Donny kept up. He then turned back to me, “I’m sorry, I’m being insensitive, I know you really have a thing for this chick. You spent all this time and money on this girl and get nothing out of it. Kelly meets her for the first time and five minutes later they are lips to lips and lips to lips,” he continued to joke. “I guess the only way you’ll ever get to first base with this chick is if you magically turn into a broad somehow, right?”

It was like a light bulb going on over my head. I must not have been the only one thinking the same thought. “It might work you know,” Kelly answered. 

“Maybe with the right dress, shoes, and a wig…” Donny started.

“Oh, I know I could do his makeup to look real…” Kelly added.

“Hang on a minute! Wait one second. Are you suggesting that I dress up like a girl?” I gulped, knowing full well that I had done so in private on many occasions. Those times were private ones and they never involved going out in public. It was getting caught in Alyson’s lingerie and stockings that made her walk out on me. My hobby had cost me my only serious relationship that I ever had. Still, it was a brilliant idea.

“Seriously, you have nice full lips, big eyes, and a soft face. With the right makeup and wig in the dark light, I can make you look like a real woman,” Kelly exclaimed as if venturing onto a new project.

“Marty, you always have had a small frame, I’ve seen you at the gym. You have a round enough ass and hips, but a small upper body. Look how small your wrists are. You could pass as a woman,” Donny proclaimed, totally shattering my already self- conscious attitude about my own masculinity.

“Oh, I know the perfect dress for you to wear,” Kelly shouted enthusiastically.

“Hold on, I am not walking alone into that club dressed like a girl,” I stressed.

“Oh, I’m going with you, as your husband or boyfriend. I have to see this for myself now. You guys have had all the fun so far. I want to watch this girl in action up close,” Donny proclaimed.

“It’s settled then, Marty, I’ll arrange a manicure and pedicure appointment. We are taking Thursday afternoon off to get you ready. Be at my place at two and we’ll get started. I have to go shopping, what shoe size are you? I’ll get your measurements myself,” Kelly rambled.

“I can pick you up at nine o’clock at Kelly’s place. We’ll head to the club from there,” Donny added. It was done. They had made my decision for me. I quietly went about business for the rest of the day. All weekend, I did not sleep well in anticipation of what was coming up.

On Thursday, I had my nail appointment that Kelly set up. Two very pretty Chinese ladies worked for an hour on my fingernails and toes. They glued on long nails that looked magnificent, with airbrushed paint, a pink and purple pattern that looked very sharp. They worked hard on my rough feet, scraping away a layer of dry skin, massaging and moisturizing them and finally applying the same pink and purple polish on the nails. After everything had set, I made my way to Kelly’s place already feeling very feminine. 

Kelly had everything ready for me; first she inspected my nails, and was very pleased with the results. “Okay, first thing, into the tub, but keep your nails out of the water. I’ll be in with the razors,” Kelly told me. Razors meant that I was going to loose all my body hair. I was about to get even more feminine yet. Kelly was true to her word. She entered the bathroom while I lay naked in the hot bath water. She produced three razors. First she shaved my chest, armpits, and miscellaneous body hair. The second razor shaved my legs clean, including my ass and balls. By the time we got to my neck and face I had grown a thick hard on from all the attention. When we finished I felt extremely smooth.

“Oh, Marty, we can’t have that,” Kelly said while staring at my erection. “We can’t continue like this, we’ll just have to get rid of it,” Kelly sighed as she opened her mouth wide and engulfed my entire six inches in one swift motion. The girl had talent. I had never had a blowjob before and there I was, experiencing a deep throat massage from my blond college. Kelly backed her mouth off to the tip and massaged my shaft with her hand. She put her fingers into her mouth and got them nice and wet. Kelly then eased her mouth back onto my smooth cock again taking it very deep. Her fingers slipped under my balls and along my scrotum until they found my asshole. The tips of her fingers circled my rim and then very gently pushed inside. I was amazed how good it felt. Her fingers gradually spread me open until she was able to slide them in and out with ease. I was very close to cumming. Kelly’s mouth was very wet and very warm. She drew back again so that just the head was in her mouth and used her mouth like a vacuum to suck on it. At the same time Kelly buried her fingers deep into my bum and pressed them on my prostate gland. I looked down at her and she was staring back at me with her bright blue eyes opened wide. The sensations were overwhelming and I lost control, unleashing a torrent of hot cum into Kelly’s mouth. Eagerly, she swallowed it all without missing a beat. 

“MMM, that was quite a load,” Kelly remarked after her throat was clear.

I had no other response other than, “Wow!”

We then got serious about feminizing me again. Next came the painful task of plucking my eyebrows. Luckily for me, mine were pretty sparse and fair to start with. Then came a full moisturizing of my body and face followed by powder. Then Kelly started applying makeup. She was far more methodical then I ever was doing it on my own. First came a gel to smooth out the lines on my face, then a cover up foundation, mainly over my chin area to hide the bluish tint of my facial hair. She then added a colouring foundation and powder to give me the right overall look. Next, Kelly got out some very large and bold eyelashes and glued them securely to my eyelids. Eyeliner followed, then the eye shadowing began. Kelly used several different colours to blend a very erotic look to my eyes. She then used an eyebrow pencil to shape my brows in a very feminine bow. Blush was added to my cheekbones very softly.

“I’ll wait until your dressed to do the mascara and lipstick,” Kelly informed me, stating that it could get ruined by the cloths as well as marking the material. Kelly proceeded to pull out my wardrobe for the evening. First was the corset. I was already very slim in build but the corset gave my figure a more feminine shape by pulling in at my waist and adding flare to my hips. It was black and silky and even as tightly as it was laced to me, it felt very sexy. Next came the bra, a black silky number with padded push up cups. To stuff them, Kelly had purchased a pair of fake boobs made of silicone. They made me about a C cup. Next came the stockings; a beautiful pair of Cuban cut, seemed black stockings that attached to the garters on my corset. I told her how incredible they felt on my freshly shaved legs. Kelly then produced the shoes I would wear; a pair of black velvet stilettos with four-inch heels and open toes. They had wide straps that went around my ankles. When Kelly brought out the black silk panties for me to put on I had produced another erection. I felt embarrassed about it but Kelly didn’t seem to mind as once again she wrapped her mouth around it and gave me another unbelievable blowjob. She performed the same routine as before, pushing her wet fingers inside me and massaging my prostate while sucking on just the head. The results were the same too. I came down Kelly’s throat in only a few minutes. Once she licked it clean, Kelly pushed the head of my deflated member up between my legs and ‘tucked’ it away as she pulled up my panties, which were a snug fit. 

“That should help if you get excited later, at least it won’t show,” Kelly told me. “You can’t let Erika up under your skirt if you don’t want to get discovered. Tell her that you’re on your period, she’ll understand,” she added. Good advice. Kelly then pulled out my dress. It was a pretty mid thigh number, made of silk and lace. The top part had a scoop neck line but was snug enough to not show any cleavage. It had dark crimson coloured silk roses on black lace backing. The sleeves were loose, transparent black with button down cuffs. The lower part of the dress was a tight black lycra with a lace trim on the bottom. Kelly zipped me up in the back. I felt so incredibly pretty and sexy with it on. As I looked into the mirror, I saw the body of a hot woman. There was no trace of a man at all. Kelly had me walk around for a while to get used to the shoes and dress. She was surprised to see how skilled I was. Unaware of my private practicing, she must have thought that I was a natural. She did give me some pointers on acting, posturing, and talking more lady like. Finally we got to my wig. It was a strawberry blond, slightly longer than shoulder length and swept back. There were four tape lines inside the wig that Kelly applied glue to. The wig stuck firmly to my barren scalp. The bangs came down to my eyes and cut off my peripheral vision. Kelly got her brush, pick, and hairspray to touch up the details on the wig and hold everything in place. Final touches were next by placing mascara and doing my lips. She coated my lips with foundation, added liner, filled in a dark crimson base, highlighted with a softer rose and covered with clear gloss. We accessorized with a three strand pearl choker, cameo earrings, and a silver ankle bracelet. I looked fucking sexy!

“Your lips won’t smear with that on. If you get lipstick on your face it will be Erika’s,” Kelly informed me. She made the presumption that we would actually get that far. I could not get over how much of a woman I really looked like. “Let’s get some perfume on you. Alfred Sung’s Shi I think should work for you I think,” she said. Kelly spayed a whiff of perfume on me that smelled like fresh peaches. Kelly gave me a little purse with some essentials in it including; lip gloss, compact, glue, a spare pair of stockings and a tampon for effect. 

The doorbell rang moments later with the arrival of Donny. Time really flies when you’re having so much fun. Kelly let him in. He was wearing a sharp grey, Italian suit jacket and trousers with a black shirt. He gave Kelly a kiss on the cheek and handed her a red rose. He had another in his other hand that he had brought for me. When I walked into the foyer Donny’s jaw dropped. His eyes were as wide open as vice in Las Vegas. I suddenly had a feeling of power, one that women usually have over me most of the time. 

“Good evening sir,” I said in my most polished girly voice. Donny’s hand reached out with the rose. “For me?” I asked coyly with a big smile. Donny continued to stare and say nothing. I did a turn to give him a full look. 

Finally, he spoke, “Is that really you Marty?”

“I think from now on, we should call HER, Mary. What do you think?” Kelly implied.

“Right, Mary it is,” Donny complied. “I can’t believe my eyes! Wow!” Donny went on.

“Okay, quit drooling lover boy, time for you two to get going,” Kelly insisted. As we were heading out the door Kelly fussed with my hair a bit more saying, “you look beautiful, don’t worry, your going to be great, just have fun with it.”




Office Policy



“Make sure you have her home by midnight or she turns into a pumpkin!” Kelly yelled from the door as we got into Donny’s SUV. 

“Whatever Mom,” I yelled back.

Donny and I made it to the club with the entire trip consisting of him complimenting me on how good I looked. I was eating up the attention. Usually, I am hardly ever noticed. I never get complimented on my appearance. Donny had been a friend of mine for many years now, and I had never seen him act so vulnerable.

“So what are we, we can’t be married, or engaged,” I stated, showing my left hand void of any rings.

“Oh, I like your fingernails, very pretty,” he said absently. I looked back at him in disbelief. “Oh, I’m sorry, I guess we can be boyfriend and girlfriend. Let’s say we have been dating three months,” he answered.

“Make it six months, but we don’t live together,” I corrected him. That being settled, Donny parked and got out first so that he could come around and open my door. He held out his hand to help me down. I felt like a princess. I took his arm by the elbow to walk in but he instead wrapped his arm around my shoulder possessively so I put my arm around his waist.

Private Eyes was as dark, loud and smoke filled as usual. The place was packed and we had trouble finding a table. We must have done two full laps around the club before finding one. All the while I could feel the stares of the other men in the place. Their stares burned into my ass. I loved the feeling that I was the source of so much attention since I was so used to being so invisible. Donny and I eventually got a decent table. He surprised me by holding out my chair and helping me in; acting like a real gentleman. I almost blushed.

We sat through three dancer’s shows and consumed a few drinks in the process. I made sure to have a girly drink instead of a beer. I never knew vodka and cranberry tasted so nice. Most of the dancers acknowledged my presence but none made an effort to make me part of her show. 

Finally, the DJ announced, “Okay guys, and you ladies, please give a warm Private Eyes welcome for the lovely Erika!!!!” Erika strutted out wearing her customary white hot pants and halter-top, and silver platform sandals. As she approached the stage, her eyes searched the crowd. She had a look of disappointment on her face. I wondered if she was upset because ‘Marty’ was not there to see her. When Erika’s eyes made contact with mine, I turned away a little apprehensively. As I looked back I noticed a faint smile on her face. Erika worked the crowd as she usually did. Her show was as spectacular as ever. During the third song she was taking tips from the men who sat along the rail. She made eye contact with me; the only ‘female’ anywhere near the stage and made the summoning gesture with her finger as she had done the week before with Kelly.

“Give me five bucks!” I whispered to Donny. After a moment of hesitation, he produced a blue note that I quickly grabbed and took with me to the stage side. I pranced over in a practiced feminine walk. The crowd was getting excited in anticipation. The cheering grew louder as I placed the five-dollar bill between my teeth and awaited my fate. My dress was tight enough and the neckline was high enough that she could not make me place it in my cleavage like she did with Kelly. I had seen this move with the money in the mouth before and felt pretty safe that it would work. Erika slid herself to the edge of the stage and grabbed the back of my head. My wig was very secure and stuck tight thankfully. She forced my head between her firm breasts and rubbed them all over my face. She then raised herself up and lifted a leg over my shoulder and shoved her little red patch in my face. I could feel the little bristle pubic hairs tickling my nose. I had never been so close to her promise land before. She humped my face a few times for the crowd’s amusement. The crowd’s approval was off the Richter scale. She wasn’t quite done yet. Erika then slid herself down so that we were face to face. Her nose touched mine and her glimmering green eyes were only inches from mine. She plucked the money from my mouth with her teeth as I felt her soft warm lips graze against mine. It was the closest we had ever been together and I was paralysed with shock. Erika turned her head and spit the money out on the stage. By then the song had stopped playing I figured it was over but she had not released my head yet. She faced me again and without warning planted a firm kiss right on my open mouth. I immediately felt her tongue invade the inside and caress my tongue. For a moment I could not hear the crowd noise, I was in my own little heaven. After what felt like forever, but was really only thirty seconds, Erika released my head and smiled at me. She turned to collect her tips and clothes while I returned to my table. 

“Wow, you should see the look on your face,” Donny told me as I sat down. I pulled out my compact to check my face in the mirror, partly to see if there was any makeup damage and also to see what Donny was talking about. My makeup was fine other than some of Erika’s lipstick smudged on my face. He was right about the look however; an effervescent glow that you rarely see except on pregnant women.

Erika put on her clothes and started searching the room. She ignored guys who tried to get her attention. She was like a hound dog on a fixed scent. As I adjusted my face, Erika approached our table. She looked a little disappointed at first but she quickly warmed up to us. Donny introduced himself and me as his girlfriend Mary. “Shall we go somewhere less noisy and more comfortable,” the young dancer invited. Of course we were going to follow, that was our plan. Erika grabbed our hands and we walked back to the couch where a week previous I had witnessed the greatest display of my life. So far, I felt very confident about passing as a woman. In the dark bar, no one gave me reason to think otherwise. Erika’s moves were a polished routine. We had drinks and as we received our order, Donny paid the waitress and produced a roll of fifties that I had instructed him to bring. Erika leaned close to Donny and whispered in his ear. He looked at the money in his hand and nodded at her instructions. She was obviously giving him the financial details of the private dances. She then turned her attention to me. She sat with her leg rubbing against mine and her hand softly stroked my arm. “Would you like me to dance for you Mary?” I smiled devilishly and nodded. Erika straddled my lap and began gyrating to the music. She leaned forward and pressed her body into mine. She lifted her hair to expose the ties on her halter-top.

“Want to undo me honey?” Erika breathed into my ear. My shaking hands carefully untied the two knots holding her top on. She danced some more before climbing off my lap and standing in front of me. She presented her backside to me and invited me to take hold of her shorts. I grabbed them at the hips and slowly peeled them down off of her ass and to the floor. The pretty smell of her legs hypnotized me. Erika carefully backed up a little so that as I raised my head, my face bumped into her firm round bum. I took the liberty to give it a soft, loving kiss. Erika giggled and swiftly turned around, pushed me back on the couch. The now naked girl climbed back onto my nylon-covered lap and started gyrating again. Every once and a while part of Erika’s body would touch my face and would use the opportunity to kiss her exposed flesh. She made no effort to stop me. Near the end of the song she moved her mouth close to my ear and whispered, “Did you like the kiss I gave you before?”

I anxiously murmured a reply, “Uh-huh, yes!” With that, Erika took hold of my face and brought her mouth to meet mine. Gently I reached for her lips with my own. I kissed her softly, like a woman and she responded eagerly. I had wanted to kiss her for months. It seemed so different as a girl. Erika was the aggressive one, while I sucked on her tongue like a porn star would on a huge cock.

As the music faded away, Erika turned to Donny to ask if we should continue. I looked over at him for the first time since we started. He looked flushed with excitement. His eyes were as wide as a bug’s. He gave Erika the signal and she quickly returned to our little make out session even before the music started up again. I allowed my hands to softly scratch Erika’s back as they slid down to her rump. I firmly grasped her cheeks and squeezed them as I had wanted to for such a long time. She moaned her approval into my mouth as we kissed. The music started up again and my private dancer wiggled on my lap while we kissed. I could feel the heat being generated by her crotch on my legs. She was really getting excited. So was I. I was glad that I was firmly tucked away in my panties or I would have made a real display of myself. We continued kissing for a minute or two until Erika lifted herself up so that her breasts were squarely in my face. I didn’t hesitate to scoop her upturned nipple into my mouth and suck on it like a newborn. She really liked it. I could feel the dampness of her pussy on my finger that had ‘accidentally’ slipped between her thighs from the back. She loved that too and began humping my finger. I switched to Erika’s other tit and gave it a nice long tongue bath as well. When the song ended, I pulled my finger from her soaking wet crotch and brought it to my lips. Erika watched my eyes closely as I slowly inserted my finger into my mouth and licked it clean. I never diverted my eyes from hers. Erika grinned wide like a Cheshire cat.

“Do you like it?” she asked. I nodded. “Want some more?” she grinned. I nodded more emphatically. The music started again and Erica kissed me hard. She ran her tongue deep inside my mouth and pulled my tongue out with her lips. She sucked it up and down like a cock. She pressed her body into my face as she climbed up. I licked every inch of her that my tongue could reach. Soon her pretty little pussy was brushing against my nose. Her leg was over my shoulder like it was earlier. This time my mouth was free to lick her as much as I wanted. She had the tastiest, sweet little honey pot I could ever imagine. I lost myself sucking and licking her clit. My tongue dove deep inside her, fucking her. She was unbelievably hot inside and so very wet. When I returned to sucking her proud little clit, Erika grabbed the back of my blond head and forced herself hard against my chin. I could feel her body shake and quiver and knew that I was giving her a fantastic orgasm. I could hear her moaning and shrieking over the music. I was afraid the entire bar would hear her. The music had died down long before Erika’s body finally went limp and slouched down into my waiting arms. We nuzzled and snuggled for a moment.

“Sweetie, thank you! I really enjoyed that,” Erika told me with a trance like expression. “I want to do the same for you baby,” she purred while softly licking my ear.

“I’d love that too, but the timing isn’t right,” I pleaded in my best female voice while showing her the tampon wrapper in my purse. She seemed genuinely disappointed. My hand softly stroked her hair while my other hand rubbed her bum. I kissed her sweaty forehead. “Let me do you again, okay?” I asked. 

Erika began kissing me aggressively on the mouth, tasting her own juices. We necked until the music started up again and prompted my muse to begin moving. She lay back and let me kiss her legs from her hip to her toes. I allowed my tongue to lick her tiny toes, one at a time. I made a real show of sucking on her big toe, bobbing up and down on it. After that, Erika rolled over onto all fours on the couch. She was facing Donny. I kissed her round butt that was displayed before me and licked my way to her crack. She pushed her bum back towards my face and I licked little circles around her pink rosebud. She moaned her approval so I licked a bit deeper. While I rimmed Erika’s ass I used my fingers to play with her clit, massaging it gently. “Dude, your girlfriend really likes my ass, her tongue is way up inside it,” she teasingly told Donny. Donny had that shocked expression on his face again. I enjoyed teasing him so I made a big show of probing my long tongue in and out of Erika’s asshole. I was having the time of my life.

We continued our escapades for the next two songs. We did so much more kissing, rimming, and toe sucking and I ate Erika out to another ear splitting orgasm. The waitress then came with the inevitable news for Erika that she had fifteen minutes to get ready for the stage. She peeled herself off of my lap and waited for Donny to pay her. He held out two hundred for her but I reached into his pocket and pulled out another two hundred to add to the stack. Erika kissed me on the cheek and told me to come back and see her any time we wanted. “Make sure that you take care of your boyfriend tonight, he is as hard as polished oak,” she added.

While Donny finished his drink, I worked on my makeup, fixing the mess that Erika’s pussy had made. It wasn’t perfect but it would be passable enough. As I was working on it, I looked over and noticed what Erika was talking about. Donny’s loose trousers were stretched tightly over a large object on his leg. I could tell how big it was as well as how thick, which was much bigger and thicker than mine. I moved my eyes back to my mirror to avoid getting caught staring at his unit. I too would have trouble standing and walking out but together we made it. Donny had his arm tight around my waist as we walked to his truck.

“Holy fucking fuck Mary, what the fuck happened in there?” he finally asked in utter disbelief. 

“I know, pretty wild wasn’t it,” I responded keeping my fem voice. I could say nothing else; I could only smile. After helping me in, Donny got in as well but didn’t start the engine right away. 

“That was so fucking sexy, do you realize how fucking sexy you are?” he began rambling. I made a mental note that he said, “I was fucking sexy.” I was a bit of a loss about how to respond to that. Now a nervous habit, I opened a mirror and started working on my makeup again. After a very long pause, Donny started up the truck and pulled away. We headed back into the city. The silence was uncomfortable like it was the week before. 

“I’m still wired, how about we stop for a drink? I think this Marriott has a lounge,” Donny said as we approached the hotel. Truth was he was right. The adrenaline was still in my system. I agreed. By now I was feeling very confident about passing as a woman and I played the part. I held onto my date closely as we entered the quiet hotel lounge. There were a small number of tourists spread out through the bar. We found a couple stools to sit on and ordered. I was still buzzing from the strip club, my heart racing a mile a minute. Donny stayed very close to me, keeping an arm around me protectively. I was a bit paranoid about my look and kept checking my mirror.

“You look fine babe, really!” Donny assured me. “In fact, I think you look beautiful, and sexy!” he added while kissing me on the cheek. I was a little weirded out by that but it did help my confidence. The DJ put on a slow Sarah McLaughlin song and Donny encouraged me out to the dance floor. I tried to resist, but his mind was made up. I slowly sauntered out in order to avoid a scene. I had to walk much slower than usual with high heels and a tight dress on. It was unusual to dance with a man, but Donny pulled me close to his body and wrapped his arms tightly around me. We were very quiet as we swayed back and forth to the music. I relaxed and just let the music move me. I thought about things to say, but chose to keep my mouth shut and just enjoy the dance. Donny was really into it, pulling me tight and letting his hands roam over my backside. I was suddenly aware that he was seriously groping my ass. I opened my eyes to see some of the other people staring at us. Donny didn’t seem to care, he kept squeezing my bum and breathing heavy into my ear. It was then that I noticed the sizable lump on Donny’s leg that was pressing into my hip. I could not believe that he was still hard as a rock. I wanted to say something to him about it and turned to whisper something to him like, “hey, your drilling a hole into my leg,” or something like that. As I turned my head and opened my mouth I was met by Donny’s mouth pressing on mine. He kissed me!

It was a very intense kiss and I decided to let him finish before giving him shit. I had to admit that he was a great kisser. He wasn’t as rough as I thought he would be. His lips were surprising smooth and his tongue tenderly danced with mine. I was getting lost in it. When the song ended, Donny let loose his lip lock. I was dazed. “Were you going to say something?” he asked.

“Huh, oh ya, I forgot, your uh, I mean my leg, I mean your, your hard on, I can feel it,” I stammered out. Donny smiled and instead of pulling away he grabbed my hand and placed it on his pants where the tent was forming. 

“Nice, isn’t it?” Donny sniggered. I blushed as I squeezed it softly.

“It’s really big!” I replied. 

“Oh, get a room!” we heard someone yell from not too far away. Half laughing I looked into Donny’s brown eyes. He wasn’t laughing. He looked very serious. His stare was going right threw me. 

“What do you think, should we?” he finally broke. I knew he wasn’t kidding. I was in stunned silence. Our bodies were still moving to a now unknown song. My breathing was heavy and my silence was deafening. I could see the sweat forming on Donny’s brow. 

Softly I muttered, “Okay.” Donny placed his mouth on mine more forcefully this time and I eagerly began making out with him. It was a wet sloppy kiss and we finally broke it after a minute. I grabbed his hand and lead him from the dance floor and away from all the prying eyes. We grabbed our stuff and ran from the bar to the hotel lobby. I ran into the ladies room to straighten myself up while Donny booked a room. For a moment I was afraid I couldn’t go through it because I was, “on my period” but had to shake my head. I was getting lost in the fantasy and forgetting that under all this makeup and the girly cloths I was still a man. The reality could not replace the feeling inside me that I was a girl for at least this one night. Besides, I was under strict orders from Erika to, “take care of my boyfriend.” As I viewed my perfect lipstick in the mirror, I left the ladies room and waited for my date.

Donny and I shuffled off very quickly to the elevator and stood silently on the ride up. We rushed to our room as fast as possible. Trying not to trip in my heels, I finally caught up to Donny as he opened the door to our room. Once inside we were like a couple of animals. He pinned me to the wall and kissed me fiercely. His hands were all over my body, squeezing my ass and my fake boobs. I helped pull off his jacket and started ripping at his shirt. My nails scratched his chest as the buttons flew in all directions. He forced my dress up so that the hem was at my hips. The naked skin of my thighs above the tops of my stockings grew goose bumps. I could feel Donny’s hand’s exploring over the nylons and skin of my legs up to the silk panties covering my bum. As I eagerly sucked his tongue, my fingers fumbled with his belt and zipper of Donny’s pants. I eventually got them opened and Donny struggled to kick off his shoes and socks. He had to break our kiss for a second to finish taking them off and removing his pants and underwear. He stood before me wearing just his open shirt. Donny’s body was flawless for a male, tone, fit, and smooth with a medium tan. Donny waited patiently for me to make a move. 

I leaned forward delicately and softly kissed his lips. I moved to his neck and licked my way to ear. I sucked gently on his earlobe. I could feel his protrusion pressing into my belly. I kissed his broad chest and stopped to bite his hard nipples. My tongue then traced a line down Donny’s body through his navel to the top of his pubic hair. I had to lower myself to my knees to get where I was going. As I kissed here I felt the long, hard piece of meat bouncing against the bottom of my chin. I leaned back on my heels to get a look at it. His cock was much bigger than mine, longer and thicker. It was smooth looking and circumcised with a fat pink head. I was breathing heavily, anxiously deciding if I should commit to what I had started. I looked up at Donny and could see him smiling in anticipation. “What the fuck,” I thought to myself and opened my mouth. I started by taking in just the head and sucking gently on it. Donny groaned with delight. After swirling my tongue around it I took hold of his pole and ran my wet tongue down the underside of it. When I reached his balls, I softly took them one at a time into my mouth and licked them all over. They felt very hard and full like they were ready to explode. He loved this treatment.




Office Politics



It was a hot hot day in the middle of a hot hot summer and it was nearing the end of the working shift. Lindsay stretched her legs under her desk, thinking about getting out of there. She had been feeling horny all afternoon, ever since reading about the 2 teachers who got sacked for having sex in the classroom after school. 

'Where was the harm in it?' she thought – two consenting adults making love. It wasn't as if it was in front of the kids – it was only the janitor who had seen them. But those tabloid papers always love going into too much detail – saying how they did it, when, where, how they were caught and how 'he was the only man who has ever made me so happy'! Thinking about them having hot, naked, spur-of-the-moment sex made Lindsay horny. Its exactly the sort of thing she would never do, but the thought of it got her repressed libido racing. To make matters worse, shortly after that she had gone on a buying trip with Josh, the new young guy from administration that she had been working with closely for the last few weeks. He was a swimmer and very cute and funny. Probably 10 years younger than she was, and full of himself. But not too cocky, just the type who made all the girls swoon. Of course, as a happily married woman, she was above all that…

He had flirted with her and that made her feel good. She was in her early 30s, but could pass for mid 20s. Her body was in very good shape thanks to hours in the gym, and her long brown hair framed a pretty face still harbouring those girlish freckles. He was a big guy, about 6'4", and clearly worked out. He had a cheeky broad smile and his short mousy hair made him seem even younger than he was. Although she had never cheated on Neal, her husband, she had been thinking about what it would be like to be with a young, strong man. Neal was in his mid-40s, and a good man who offered security, he made her laugh and she loved him, but she was in her sexual prime and her mind wandered from time to time.

The clock was ticking over to 5.30, and she hadn't done a thing for the last hour since getting back from the trip. She was hot and flustered. Then the phone rang – external call. 

"Hello – its neal, I just called to see how you are"

"Hey there – I was just thinking about you", then in a whisper "I'm so hot, can you get off work soon so we can go home and screw?"

"Whoa baby, I don't know what you've got on your mind, but it sounds exhausting!"

"I just got a little horny and lonely and want to get with my big guy"

"Oh Linds I'd love to, but you know this project cant wait – I've got to finish it this week, and that means ploughing through this for a long time yet tonight"

She put on her spoilt little girl voice: "pleeeaaassseee – you know how horny I get!"

"Look, I'd love to, but you know I have to do this. Sorry baby" came his curt reply.

"OK forget it then, but get home as soon as you can!" She put down the receiver.

Lindsay sat there for a couple of minutes, feeling frustrated but not getting rid of the heat between her legs. What to do? She could go home and pull out the dildo Neal bought her last Christmas and spend half an hour by herself on the bed, or maybe put one of their porno films on, but that meant sitting on the stinking hot bus for half an hour, cramped in by strangers.

So instead she did something she had never done before. Whilst her computer was hidden from the view of people in the corridor, anyone walking into her corner could see it. She clicked opened her internet explorer, through to yahoo, and searched for 'big cocks'. She flicked through to one that took her fancy. Sure enough pictures of massive cocks filled her screen, and set her pulse racing. Whilst Lindsay was no easy lay, she had been with enough men in her time to know a big cock and how good it felt. She flicked from image to image. 

A tiny redhead eyes closed, being shafted from behind by a huge cock; whilst barely getting her mouth round a thick black rod. 

A beautiful blond staring into his eyes as the head of a huge black cock nudged her pussy lips open. 

A pretty little Asian girl getting reamed by a monster cock, eyes shut and her head hanging back over a table. 

Lindsay could feel the heat rise between her thighs, could feel the moisture building in her pussy as she shut the computer down. There were beads of perspiration running down her back, under her bra strap. She was so hot, she couldn't settle. What to do? Her hand moved from the desk to rub her shoulders. Her skin felt so alive, she traced her fingers down her chest to her breasts. She only had on a thin white silk bra underneath her cream blouse. The nipples were rock hard. She slowly dragged her finger over the curves of her breast, over the top of the nipple, and gave a little sigh as it sprung back into place. 

Her fingers continued down, over her taut tummy as she reclined in her chair, with her back to the corridor. The soft exploration of her body continued, past her navel and down over her belly. Onto her legs, a little ticklish, but as her skirt had hiked up her thighs, she could soon run her fingers past the hem and up the smooth skin of her thighs. She spread her legs, just slightly to get better access to her panties. With one finger, she traced a line along her inner thigh, then over the elastic of her panties and across her hairs, then down, following the dampening line of her slit.

No one could see what she was doing. Could they?

God; she was dripping wet, she leant even further back in the chair, spreading her legs wider, the smell of her sex wafting to her nose. Her fingers worked down, between her thighs. She could feel the heat coming from her pussy lips, it was on fire. As she rubbed softly, her touch brushed past her clit and a little gasp of excitement escaped her mouth.

Suddenly she heard a sound behind her and shot her head around, but it was people walking down the corridor to the front door, their backs to her. She had forgotten where she was for a minute. How could she do this at work? But could she stop? – she was so horny, she was past caring. She wouldn't be in this job forever, so if someone saw her, so what? She was planning on quitting soon anyway, she had few friends there, and no one ever came to see her in her little office off the main corridor.

So she continued, her fingers not so soft now, rubbing her soft flesh through her white panties, the moisture building up and making the material damp. She could feel her thighs getting wet as her finger spread her juices. Then Lindsay drew her fingers up, inside her skirt and down the front of her knickers. They worked their way down inside the material, over her mound and found her burning slit. She worked a finger inside herself, slowly pushing it in, then drawing it out, brushing past her clitoris; making her nipples strain against her bra. She worked another finger into her hole, and moved them faster as her heart beat raced. Her juices were soaking her fingers and the odour filled her nostrils. There were beads of sweat building on her forehead, and she could feel her face get flushed.

Her left hand, holding on to the arm of the chair until now, moved across her chest and undid the top buttons of her blouse. Her hand slid in and down the front of her bra, homing in towards her engorged nipple. She pulled at it as the fingers in her panties worked overtime. Backwards and forewords they slid. Behind her eyelids she formed a picture of a man's thick fingers pleasuring her pussy, and the man was young and strong. As this fantasy man took more shape, she could see it was Josh, his face flushed with desire as he brought Lindsay closer and closer to an orgasm. 

Every time the finger entered her pussy they slipped past her sensitive lips, pushing them in a little, slick with her moisture. Then she could feel the fingers inside her, filling her pussy and exciting the nerves inside. As they pulled out, the fingers again rubbed her lips in a different way, and brushed past her clit sending her head spinning with desire.

She kept flicking her eyes open as she pleasured herself, checking the reflection in the window for people walking past, ready to sit up straight if anyone looked her way.

But as she got more and more into it, her eyes remained closed, and she concentrated on the sensations building up inside her soaking pussy. As her fingers kept pushing past her lips, then rubbing her clit, she could feel the hairs on her arms start to rise, and the blood rushing to her head, her passion rising. Her breath was coming in short spurts, her chest rising and falling. Her left hand was pulling on her nipple now, cupping her breast and heightening her sensations. Still, behind those lids, she saw Josh making her feel so good, immersing herself in the intoxication of his touch.

She was totally lost in the sensuality of it all, concentrating on the sensations taking over her body. Then slowly she realised there was something else. She could feel another hand, rubbing over her shoulder, sliding down her chest. In panic for a split second, she opened her eyes and leant her head back to see who it was, only to have a soft pair of lips meet hers and kiss her deeply. The natural reaction was to kiss back, she was feeling so good. But her breath stopped for a moment as she pulled away to see what was happening, and span round to see Josh standing there, his eyes wide.

"Oh my god" he whispered, "you look so hot. I've been thinking about you all afternoon……Maybe you were thinking about me too!"

Her mind was spinning, someone had seen her! But despite the shock, he saw Lindsay didn't make any effort to cover herself up, her blouse undone, the skirt hiked up round her thighs and her soaking panties completely see though. 

Lindsay was on fire, the shock of someone seeing her had been replaced by relief it wasn't her boss or someone she had known for a long time, and by desire, because the one man she wanted more than any other at that time was there, seeing her in all her sexual glory.

Her mind was racing with thoughts. Would he tell her colleagues? Would he want her? Could she cheat on her husband? Why wasn't she covering herself up?

"Josh, you wont tell anyone will you? I just got so horny, I lost my head." She was clearly a little shocked at being found in such a state, but Josh could tell that there was something stopping her going crazy with embarrassment or anger.

"Don't worry about it, I'm not going to tell anyone about anything" he whispered. "In fact I haven't been able to take my mind off you since we got back this afternoon". 

He looked down at her and saw she hadn't made any attempt to cover herself up, her legs we still spread and her butt cheeks were barely on the chair. Her dark green skirt not covering her sopping wet panties. She made no attempt to cover herself up, and as Josh looked at her, he saw the lust in Lindsay's eyes. He knew if he played it right he might soon be doing just what he had been thinking about all afternoon. But she clearly wasn't the kind of lady who did this sort of thing every day.

"So what were you thinking about?" he said suggestively as he reached his hand out again to touch the shoulder of her blouse.

Josh's touch felt so good, it was like electricity passing through her skin. "Oh, nothing really, well, actually, I was thinking about that story of the 2 teachers who got fired for being court making love in the classroom." 

'Oh yes, and what do you think about sex in public places', he inquired as his hand slowly slid down her chest to the top of her rising breast, his fingertips now touching the hot skin underneath her unbuttoned blouse.

"I couldn't do it – I'm no prude but I couldn't risk people seeing me making love, not people I work with" Lindsay said.

"But I have seen you like this" Josh replied.

"I know". She didn't bow her head, but kept eye contact, the passion still burning in her eyes. "But that's different, naked sex is one thing, touching is another".

"Maybe it would be OK if I touched you a little more Lindsay" he replied and moved a little closer, dwarfing her as she still lay back in her chair. His hand now moved inside her blouse, and round her breast. She let a little sigh escape her lips as she closed her eyes.

With his other hand he undid the next button on her blouse. Then one more, and then the final one, her blouse spilling open revealing her taut tummy, full breasts and rib cage pushing out as she reclined.

"Josh, we cant. Not here. What if someone might see?" But she kept her eyes closed and made no attempt to push him away. 

"Its OK – we can stop whenever if you don't want to go on." Josh was now down on his knees, and his hands reached behind her back to undo her bra strap. It sprang free and he ran his hands under the cups, following the curve of her firm breasts. She might be in her 30s but her body was so fine. Josh knew he had to have her, whether or not she was feeling nervous. Her nipples stood proud, hard as bullets, and as his fingers dragged softly over them, he heard her emit a low moan.

He pushed her blouse over her shoulder and let it fall off her arms. Lindsay suddenly seemed a bit nervous

"What if someone should walk by? What if someone should see?" 

Josh knew that people could see if only they turned their heads as they walked to the front door, and that any unusual noise might draw their attention, but Lindsay was looking so hot, and Josh wanted her so badly that there was no way he was backing out.


"No one can see Lindsay, just go with it, everyone has left for the day". As she made no attempt to cover herself up, and with Josh blocking her view of the corridor, she seemed to forget about the chance of people seeing them.

He now pushed her bra off her shoulders and that too fell to the floor, revealing her breasts in all their glory. They were wide and firm, a soft tan that matched her face, and dark brown nipples framed in a small dark brown ring. 'Perfect' josh whispered as his fingers grazed over her exposed skin.

Her nipples, rock hard were obviously very sensitive as he circled them with his fingers, giving her goose bumps all over. He lowered his head to her right breast and flicked his tongue against the nipple, just lightly, then he licked from the bottom curve of her breast up, over the areola and brushing over the top of the nipple, up over her chest, up her neck and to her mouth. 

Her lips felt so soft, but so warm, he opened his mouth and found her tongue coming at his feverishly. They tasted every part of each other's mouths, and he could feel her breath coming in short bursts as he held her head. 

After a minute of passionate embrace he pulled away. He began kissing her breasts again, whilst massaging her head with his hands.

She loved the feeling of him holding her head, of being dominated by this strong young man and their kissing and the touch on her breasts was sending her dizzy. She just kept her eyes closed and focused on the amazing sensations he was giving her.

She blacked out the outside world, forgetting who and where she was and for a moment gave into the pleasure Josh was giving her.

Then she felt Josh pulling down the zipper on her skirt and she came to her senses for a second. "No don't – what if someone can see?"

Josh was beginning to get a little frustrated by this stopping, so used his brains. "Well, scoot round here, no one can see you then." he said, pushing her chair behind the filing cabinet, so only her legs (and him) could possibly be seen by people walking past.

Satisfied for the moment, she got back into it, helping him push her skirt down over her hips, falling next to her blouse and bra. She sat there, eyes closed, reclining on the chair with this gorgeous hunk leaning over her, making her horny as hell. Josh kissed her stomach, her abdomen, building the sensitivity between her legs.

He could smell her pussy juices, filling his nostrils with an intoxicating scent, and as he kissed her stomach and breasts, his hands wondered down, over the top of her panties, and between her spread thighs. He rubbed around her pussy, purposely avoiding it, touching her inner thighs, her mound and up to her belly button. His fingers traced up, over her breasts, and again down to the centre of her arousal. She could feel the pressure building in her stomach, her pussy aching for fingers; or something. Then his touch moved for the centre, straight down, still softly, tracing along the line of her slit. They raised the juices out from her lips again.

Then a little firmer. Lindsay gasped as his fingers split her lips, through the sodden material of her panties. He could feel the moisture soak his fingers. She was so wet, her juices were running down between her legs and onto the chair.

Josh placed his fingers in the band of her panties and pulled them down over her thighs too, giving him free access to her pussy in all its glory. She kept her hair trimmed short, so he could see her lips, full and flushed, glistening with her juices. His finger worked harder now, less subtly, and delved between her thighs. He pushed them wider and inserted just one finger into her dripping hole. She moaned, a little more audibly now, her head falling backwards over the back of the chair, her eyes closed. He worked another finger into her and built up a rhythm. Her breathing was coming in fits and starts, and Josh knew he had her where he wanted her.

Lindsay could feel the pressure building between her legs. Josh was being just rough enough with her to make her feel dirty, sluttish, and she was loving it. If he went on much longer, she knew she would lose control and come for the first time in weeks. She bit down on her lip to stop herself moaning. Then suddenly there was something else.

She looked down for a second to see Josh's head between her legs. There he was, holding her lips open with his fingers, spreading the nerve endings in her pussy and he began licking up along her gash, setting her pink flesh on fire. He lapped at her like a cat for a short while, then pushed his tongue into her hole. This was too much. She lost her self restraint again and a long guttural moan come from her throat, letting Josh know how well he was doing. 

With his fingers spreading her lips and his tongue in her pussy, Lindsay knew her orgasm would come soon, but then she felt one hand move off, whilst his other hand and tongue continued their work. She felt Josh shifting position in front of her for a few minutes, but kept her eyes closed, blissfully concentrating on the fire in her loins. Then she felt 2 hands on her again, and she knew she was close to cumming. His tongue circled her clit as his fingers continued to piston in and out of her pussy.

Lindsay could feel herself running like a river, and all she could do was try not to scream out. He moved one finger from her pussy and traced a line to her anus, leaving a trail of her juices. With his finger dripping, her pushed it slowly into her virgin hole. The sensations were amazing as she felt her hole expanding and taking him in. She bit her lip again as Josh's mouth moved a little closer to her clit, whilst his fingers kept working back and forth into her love tunnel. His tongue flicked round the sides of her clit, back and forth, and she could feel his breath on her, increasing the heat. Then, suddenly he put both lips around and sucked hard.

"Ooohh, oh my God!"

Lindsay's head went spinning and she felt her back arch and the muscles tensed in her butt. She felt herself go over the edge. 

"yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah" she panted.

Her pussy contracted around his fingers, its walls and lips pulsating as she came. She felt her eyes roll into the back of her head and her stomach muscles fluttered as Josh felt her juices gush from her pussy, over his chin and soaking his fingers. Lindsay tried to keep her voice down, but he could hear her grunt.




Office Politics



We work together.

We have interoffice messenger that we use internally to communicate to each other about work related issues. We work on opposite ends of the building. There has been some noticeable electricity between us, bumping into each other entering or exiting the ladies room, one catching the other staring at a silk stocking covered leg at a staff meeting, a discreet innuendo in passing, or just the smell of your perfume. I am tall and brunette, curvy with 36c breasts and long strong legs. You are a brunette also, your hair is cut in a short, sexy, flirty style. You have smaller breasts and a petite build.

One afternoon I head to the ladies room. When I enter, I see you hastily dabbing a paper towel against your white blouse, you've gotten water all over it. You look pretty upset, apparently because you don't want to leave the ladies room and show your nipples off to the entire world since they are showing right through the thin wet fabric. 

I approach you and stand at the next sink, I look over towards you, "Boy that's a bummer. Can I help? Do you have a spare blouse I can get for you?"

You frown at me, "No I don't, but it will be ok this thin material will dry quickly." 

While I walk into a stall and close the door behind me, you thank me for being so kind and tell me you'd like to get to know me better because you sense we have some things in common. I smile behind the door, finish my business, button up, and exit to wash my hands. 

Your blouse is nearly dry, when you excuse yourself and leave the ladies room, you purposely walk close behind me and rub your breasts across my back, "Oh, excuse me, I lost my balance there for a moment."

My face is as red and hot as a chili pepper. I feel that rush of tingly sexual energy surge through my body. I smile and tell you, "No problem." Of course it isn't a problem, I loved it!

Business continues as usual without a word spoken about the bathroom incident, though I've spent many a night touching myself thinking about those soft breasts as you 'accidentally' pressed them against my back.

A short few weeks later it's late on a Friday afternoon before a holiday weekend. The office is a ghost town, a few die hards working here and there. It's about 2:30 in the afternoon. In an effort to refresh myself for the rest of the afternoon, and banish the sleepiness, I walk to the ladies room to splash some cold water on my face, and imagine who I see? You're leaning against the sink, arms folded across your chest. 

"What's up?" I ask.

"The man in the cube next to me is fighting with his wife, and I really just needed a break, so I'm taking an extra-long pee break." You explain to me.

We begin to chit chat about the crazy week, and holiday plans. I can't help but notice that you're wearing that same sheer white blouse again, which makes me ache to touch your nipples. You also have on a short black skirt and black heels, you look SO hot and sexy I can hardly stand it. Something unexplainable comes over me. I take a few steps backward and lock the ladies room door. I walk towards you. You know what I want and you want it too. You are smiling at me in an evil HOT way. I press your shoulder blades against the wall and kiss your mouth deeply, with my tongue roaming all over your mouth and nibbling at your bottom lip, sucking on it, pulling it towards me. You lipstick is sweet to the taste.

As we kiss I loosen the buttons on your blouse. I lean towards you and bite one nipple, HARD, and then the next one, hard again. You suck in your breath and lift your leg up, rubbing it along mine, curling it around me like you're going to climb a tree. We both want more, but I pull away from you, kiss your sweet mouth again, and as I'm unlocking the bathroom door to leave, I tell you to meet me back in the bathroom at 5pm after everyone has gone home. I leave you speechless and looking a little bit shaky

I want to give you some time to think about how it felt, and what you want, and quite frankly, I need some time to steel my nerves enough to make love to you properly.

The clock moves so slowly as I wrap up my day. I check my email, send a text home to my husband that I'm running late, clean up my desk trying not to think about what's about to happen, but I know for sure that my pussy is buzzing and wet.

I hear the last worker shout "Have a great holiday!" and the lights all go out but mine...I head to the ladies room. You couldn't even wait until 5, you're already there. You have that same smile of knowing lust on your face. Your blouse mostly unbuttoned. I lock the door again. It's on. 

"Are you as wet as me?" I ask. 

You respond with breathless words, "Why don't you tell me?"

I take your hand, and lead you to the small locker room off the end of the bathroom area. There is a bench there, built into the wall on one end, a shower on the other.

It's then that you begin to strip for me, swaying your lovely hips to imaginary music, running your hands over your breasts, still covered by your camisole and your blouse, though partially unbuttoned. Your nipples would have popped out at that point but they've probably been rock hard since 2:30. When you unzip and wriggle out of your skirt, I see modest black lacy bikinis with your cute cheeks peeking out. Your blouse drops, your creamy tanned shoulders gleaming in the fluorescent lights. You reach for my hand, for balance, and step up onto the bench, toes pointed at the wall. 

You bend over just enough that your puffy pussy lips jut out from between your legs. "For the love of god, please just touch me, kiss me, lick me, slap me, something, just do it quick!" you gasp.

I don't want to disappoint such a sweet girl. I move forward placing my hands on your hips. I spend a few moments lavishing some attention on your butt, slapping, stroking, kissing, licking, you are moaning and whimpering, breathing heavier by the minute. I reach up, and grab your breasts, gently pulling on them, forcing you to lean over further, 

"That's a good girl" I whisper, "give me better access to that sweet split peach that I'm about to devour."

When I begin, I gently run my tongue over your lips, so gently you could barely feel it, yet you can feel it VERY intensely (I know you know that feeling) The next stroke is deeper, I push my tongue deeper, tasting your juices, you begin to grind your hips a little bit, wanting more I'm sure. I kneel on the bench between your feet, holding your legs I tip my head back, and tickle your clit with the tip of my tongue.

The one tickle to your clit had you bucking against my face, you smell and taste so good, I stand again, and continue to deliver soft slow gentle laps to the length of your pretty peachy pussy making sure to pay attention to your cheeks, perineum and anus making you shriek. I slide two fingers deep inside of you. There is resistance because you are so dripping wet. I start to fuck you slowly but firmly, I feel your muscles begin to tighten around my fingers, your breathing quickens. I reach my free hand around again to squeeze your breast, your hand closes over mine, and you squeeze hard, 

"I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming" is all that I can hear from you. Your cheek is pressed against the cool wall. Your legs are quivering when as your orgasm subsides. I help you down, and you collapse against me, glistening with dewy sweat, panting and smiling.

I'm still completely dressed, I just want to work on you over and over again all night, but I lower both of us to sit on the bench for a few minutes to gather ourselves. We kiss sweetly and softly, you tell me how much you like the taste of yourself on my mouth. I have to agree the taste was intoxicating. We continue to kiss and I touch your breasts while the final shudders of post orgasm ripple through you.

Till next time...



Office Politics



My boss was young and nice, always having a little flirt with the ladies in the office. I was new, and one of the girls told me how easy it was to get a day off or to get away with not meeting a deadline - all you had to do was pop a button on your shirt, flutter your eyelashes, and say you were sorry, sir.

I'd gone out drinking in celebration of my new job with some friends the night before, and was late into work with a dodgy hangover. I was a little nervous that the boss would catch me, but he didn't say anything all day. I powered through the day, pushing away the pestering headache as best I could. 

Just as I was getting up to leave, he called me into his office.

"You were late today," he said, simply.

"Yes sir, I'm sorry. The traffic was horrible."

"You're supposed to call ahead, in case of being late."

"I'm sorry, sir," i said, fluttering my eyelashes, and leaning forward so he could get a few of my cleavage. 

Suddenly he was standing up, marching over to me.

"You think I can be so easily bought? I am your boss, and how dare you try and use your feminine charms to get you out of trouble."

"I...um...I'm sorry, sir...I...uh...forgot myself."

"Well you won't forget yourself again, I can promise you that. Now, stand up."

I stood.

"Get undressed."

"Excuse me, sir?"

"You heard me. You think you can get away with using your body to get out of trouble? Fine, i have no problems with it. So go on, show me your naked body."

Unsure as what I should do, I decided doing what the boss said would be a good idea. So i slowly took off my skirt and blouse, then my bra and panties, until i was just standing in my heels.

"Sit on the desk." He instructs, and I do as I'm told.

He pushes me legs apart, sticking two fingers inside me, making me gasp. He laughs, pushing even deeper, finding my g-spot. I moan in pleasure.

"You like that?" he asks.

"Oh yes,"

"Oh yes, what?"

"Oh yes, sir."

He smiles again at that, wiggling his fingers, making me pant. 

"You're like a bitch in heat, desperate for it." He remarks, gloating at the power his has over me because of the pleasure he is bringing me.

I start restricting around his fingers, feeling my own orgasm coming along, and he stops. 

"No, no Ellie, you don't get to come unless I say so. And you must ask permission before you come, too. Understand, pet?"

I'm not sure when I became his pet, but right that moment, I did not care one little bit. Sure, everything had escalated a little quickly, but when a man is pushing against your g-spot, you kind of forget how to think.

"Yes, sir."

He grins, but takes his fingers out of me anyway. He stands up, and I see he is rock hard. I might be in for a long night.

"On your knees, pet." 

I get on my knees, still on the brink of an orgasm, I can still feel it sitting there, just waiting to be taken over the edge. 

He pulls on my hair, makes me look up at him. This smirk on his face, he says, "You please me, and maybe I'll please you. Make sense?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good. Open your mouth and stick out your tongue."

I do as I'm told, and he puts his cock on my tongue, still pulling on my hair so I'm looking up at him. 

"Do not close your mouth, and do no put your tongue back in your mouth."

And with that, he starts jamming his cock in and out of my mouth. I have saliva running out of the corners of my mouth and off the tip of my tongue, dribbling onto my naked chest. I can barely breathe with his cock continuously being forced down my throat. 

He stops for a moment, and I try my hardest to catch breath. He just looks at me, trying to figure out what to do next.

He leads me by the hair to a chair, which he sits in, spreading his legs so his balls and cock are in my face.

"Stay on all fours, and suck on my balls – lick them, play with them, roll them around your mouth. Do a good job, and I might just please you."

With a promise of a potential orgasm, I am quick to comply, "Yes, sir."

I take his balls in my mouth, still looking up at him, his hand still in my hair, and try my best to please him. He either smirks at me or smiles in pleasure, but never loses eye contact. 

"Do not take my balls out of your mouth when you answer my questions. Do you like having my balls in your mouth?"

"Yes sir," I try to say, but of course, it comes out all muffled.

"Did you like having my cock down your throat?"

"Yes sir,"

"Are you enjoying being treated like a whore?"

"Yes, sir."

He pulls my head back, my mouth now empty, and he asks, "And who's whore are you?"

"I'm your whore, sir."

And there is the smirk again. He lets go of my hair, and tells me to stand up and turn around. 

"Bend at your hips, legs spread apart, hands behind your back."

My pussy and arsehole are completely exposed to him like this, and I can't decide if I'm nervous or excited. Either way, I am dripping wet, which he notices.

"God, you really do enjoy being my whore," he says, upon running one finger along my slit. 

"Yes sir."

He sticks two fingers inside me again, but on this angle, he can't hit my g-spot. 

"I love how tight this cunt is...who's cunt is this?"

"Your cunt, sir."

"That's right, it's mine. And I can do whatever I like to it, can't I, little whore?"

"Yes sir."

He is finger-fucking me as fast as he can, and I am moaning with pleasure, getting close to orgasm, my muscles spasm-ing in anticipation. 

"Remember to ask before you come, little whore," he reminds me, continuing to drive his fingers in and out of my pussy. 

Just as I start to tighten I ask between pants, "Please sir, can I come?"

"No,"

"Please sir!"

"No – you have to beg better than that if you want an orgasm, little whore."

"Sir, please, I need to come, I really need to come. Let me come, please, let me come!"

"No."

"Sir, I will do everything you ever ask, I will please you every single day, I will do whatever you ask, please just let me come! I need to come! Please, sir! Please!"

"Alright, come then."

From the effort of holding back an orgasm and forming coherent sentences, the power behind my orgasm doubled, and I almost collapsed on the floor from weak knees and convulsions. 

"Now what do you say?"

"Thank you sir, thank you so much sir."

He is standing in front of me, and holds his two fingers in front of my face. 

"Suck them clean, now, little whore."

I do so, with my legs shaking and my chest heaving with heavy breaths, trying to get back to normal breathing.

He pulls my forward by the hair, so that my chest is on the desk, my cheek pushed against it. 

"Count out loud, then say 'thank you, sir'," he instructs, right before he spanks me hard on the arse, so hard that the sound echoes in the room.

"One – thank you, sir," I manage to squeak out, tears already stinging my eyes.

Another one. "Two – thank you, sir."

And so it goes on, ten on each cheek, tears streaming down my face, and my are red raw and hot with pain.

"Now that is what a whore's bum should look like," he says, quite proud of himself. He jiggles it, smacking my cheeks together, and laughs.

It is that laugh that leaves me feeling so degraded. 

He pulls an elastic band around my hands, tight, so now they are tied together and I cannot move them. 

"Spread your legs further apart."

I do as I'm told, not even questioning him anymore. 

"Same thing as before, my little whore; count and say thank you."

I expect more arse spanks, but what happens is his hand lands on my pussy, stinging me, and without thinking I shut my legs together.

He pulls my head back by my hair, making me look up at him. There is a smirk on his face, but anger in his blue eyes now.

"That was very silly, whore,"

"Sir, I am so sorry. It won't happen again. You just...you took me by surprise. I'm sorry, sir!"

"Your apologies mean nothing to me. Get on your knees." 

He shoves me down, facing him, and I'm nervous as to what is going to happen now.

"Before I resume smacking your cunt, you are going to lick my arsehole, like the whore that you are. That is what dirty, naughty whores do – they lick their owners arsehole's to show their obedience."

I am disgusted. 

"What if I don't do that, sir?" I ask, trying to figure out something else. "I'll suck your cock, put it all the way down my throat. I'll lick your balls. I'll have you slap my face with your cock. I'll get on top and fuck you in such a way that will not cause me any pleasure. Please, sir, let me do one of those things, or all of those things, instead of lick your arsehole. Please, sir, anything but that."

He laughs, and I know that I will not be allowed to get out of doing it.

"My little whore, just for pleading to get out of it, I'll have to find another way to punish you. And I have just the thing. Come now," he pulls on my hair, and I half-crawl with him to the bathroom. 

he lifts the lid to the men's toilet, and looks between it and myself.

"My whore has become a dog, and dog's drink out of the toilet. So go on now, my slut, drink."

I expect him to force me to do it, to force my head into that bowel, but he doesn't. He just waits, waiting for me to do it myself. This shows his real control – by getting me to do something so vulgar without being forced. And because I don't want to make it worse for myself, I slowly approach the bowel.

"That's a good bitch. Now, drink up." 

I lean my head in, and I lick the water. I try desperately not to think about what I am doing. I am so fiercely ashamed, my face red and hot with embarrassment. 

He pulls me up by the hair, and I have toilet water dripping down my chin and onto my chest. 

"Good girl," he smirks at me, before leading my by the hair back out into the office. 

On my knees, he stands in front of me, his cock hard, and smacks my face with it, whilst saying, "You disgusting dog, drinking out of the toilet. You're a feral little mutt, and I will train you properly. Are you ready to do everything I say now, my little whore?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good." The slapping of his cock stops, "stick out your tongue."

I do so, and he turns around, his arse in my face. 

"Now, lick my arsehole, mutt."

And I do. I bury my tongue between his cheeks, and search around with it until I find his hole, and I lick it. I continue to lick it, with him giving the occasional moan, until he forces my head to stay against his cheeks, and asks me, "Do you like licking my arsehole, whore?"

"Yes sir," I try to say, but my tongue is still between his crack, so it is barely audible.

"Good, because whenever I have not given you an instruction, this is what you will be doing. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir."

"Now...what was I doing before I had to punish you?"

"You were spanking my pussy, sir."

"Oh yes," he chuckles, pulling my by the hair, to sit in a chair. He hooks each of my legs over an arm of the chair, and ties them there with his tie and shirt. My pussy is exposed to him, and I cannot move.

"So, let's try this again – count, and say thank you."

The pain as he slaps my pussy is barely tolerable, but nevertheless, I do as I am told.

"One – thank you sir. Two – thank you sir. Three – thank you sir." Until he gets to ten, and I am crying all over again, my pussy stinging and red with pain.

He pushes his thumb against my clit which is so sensitive from the spanks, the I catch my breath.

"Who's cunt is this?"

"It is your cunt, sir."

Out of nowhere, his thumb still pressed against my sore clit, he pushes his hard cock inside me. I gasp, shocked.

"Now move your hips so that you are fucking me, whore. I do not do the work here, unless I feel like it."

"Yes, sir."

It is difficult, with my legs tied to the arm of the chair, but I manage to wiggle enough that it causes him pleasure. I do this until he is bored, and thankfully that wasn't long, because my legs and abdomen were shaking from the effort. 

He unties my legs and pushes me onto the floor, so I fall in a mess. He sits himself down in the chair, spreads his legs, and pulls my by the hair so that my face is lying next to his cock. 

"Repeat after me – I am a little whore."

"I am a little whore."

"I am a filthy mutt. Repeat."

"I am a filthy mutt."

"You are my owner. Repeat."

"You are my owner."

"I live to serve and please you. Repeat."

"I live to serve and please you."

He chuckles, and his cock jerks with it, hitting my in the face.

"My whore, you will continue to work for me every day, making me money, and whatever you earn will go towards keeping me happy, whether that is lingerie or handcuffs or toys. You will come home with me each night, and please me until I am satisfied. Then we will start the day again. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good. Now suck my cock, get it all nice and wet."

He lets go of my hair so that I have better control to manipulate his cock in my mouth. I push my saliva out onto it, letting it dribble down the sides, making it wet, just like he asked. When it is basically dripping with my saliva, he pulls me by the hair, stands me up, and walks me over to the desk, bending me down at the hips so my chest is, once again, on the desktop.

Pulling my hair back, so that I'm almost standing upright, he whispers in my ear, "Do you know how to make sure a whore knows who her master is?"

"No sir."

"You fuck her virgin arsehole."

I panic, trying to struggle against him.

"No sir! Please don't! You don't need to do that! I know you are my master! I will never disobey you! Please sir, please! Please, do not fuck my arsehole! I promise to be a good whore! I promise! Please sir!"

He chuckles at my pleading, pushing me down again.

I continue to struggle, fear taking over. I'd never been fucked in the arse before, and I didn't ever want to be. I heard the stories of how painful it is, and I had been through enough pain that evening.

"Sir please! Don't do it! I'm your good whore! I'm your good little mutt! I promise! Please don't!" I continued to beg him, but the tip of his cock was already pushing against my hole. It was slippery from all my saliva from sucking it just before.

"Stop your pleading, slut. This is going to happen. I am your master, and after I am done, you will god damn fucking never forget it!"

And with that, he forced his cock deep into my arsehole. I screamed in pain, and he moaned in pleasure simultaneously. Slowly, he pulled back, until his cock was almost out, and then slammed straight back in. Again and again, until my hole was stretched enough, that he could quicken the pace. 

He fucked my arsehole, all the while listening to me begging him to stop, sobbing against the desktop.

Suddenly he stopped, pulled me quickly by the hair and onto my knees, and sprayed his come all over my face. 

Panting, he stood back and looked at me.

"Look at my fucking little whore. Sobbing with a red cunt, a stretched arsehole, a pink bum, and cum all over her face. What do you have to say, mutt?"

"Thank you master for fucking my arsehole."

He chuckled.

And this was to be my new life.



Office Politics



He was sitting alone at the corner table, waiting for Randy, a work colleague, to arrive. He wasn't sure how to broach the subject as he was going to present him with the opportunity he knew Randy had been waiting for. All it needed was for him to spread the rumour that Thomas knew to be true (as he had a photo on his cell phone) that the arrogant bitch "Miss James" - as she insisted being called - was screwing Bill Tyson, a company Vice President, to get a promotion.

If the little weasel did his job properly, the bitch would be gone, Thomas would get her job and Randy would be promoted to a position Thomas knew he would screw up sooner, rather than later. In that event he was aware that Randy's immediate supervisor (who was one of Thomas's oldest friends and had no tolerance for failure) would fire his ass in a heartbeat. That would tie up the loose ends and no one would be any the wiser. As an added bonus, Bill Tyson would be compromised as well.

Not a bad plan, Thomas thought, getting rid of both that stuck-up bitch and ruining Bill Tyson.

Bill Tyson, who had been screwing his wife before she was injured in the car crash that left her a vegetable.

Bill Tyson, who she was on her way to meet when it happened.

Bill Tyson, who hadn't the decency to even send flowers to the hospital.

Thomas was not usually a vindictive person but in this case both revenge and greed had played its part in bringing out the very worst in him. While it was going to work in his favour and he revelled in their downfall, he still despised himself for doing it. The only upside was that Bill Tyson's reputation would be in tatters and he would probably be fired too.

He was just musing this over when he was interrupted by the waitress.

"More coffee?"

He was about to say no without looking up when he caught sight of her in a mirror. He saw a plain girl, about his own age, with the body of a goddess.

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Linda Hunt had been a successful underwear model until her drunken bully of a husband had started beating her soon after they were married and no one wanted to employ a body model with bruises.

He had been an Army sergeant and a bully, killed in a training 'accident' nearly three years ago. Foul play was suspected but the Army couldn't find enough evidence to bring charges so the men under his command were dispersed to other units.

She now earned a living with her meagre army pension and this shitty waitress job, as being out of it for so long, she couldn't get any modelling work.

Thomas read her name tag.

"Yes please Linda. Can I call you Linda?"

Linda thought - Cheek, still not too bad on the eye.

"That's my name, use it if you wish."

"Hi Linda, I'm Thomas - Tom to my friends, please call me Tom."

At this point Randy walked in and the conversation turned to normal customer/waitress banter.

Thomas outlined his plan to Randy for the removal of "Miss James" and the reward of a promotion for him. As expected, he was being blinded by the chance of more prestige and a bigger salary. Of course, Tom told Randy, the picture didn't come from me - if anybody asks, tell them it was sent anonymously.

Over the next couple of weeks, while 'The plan' was being put into play, Tom visited the cafe regularly. He got to know Linda better and, finding out she was a widow, finally asked her out. At first she put him off but after the third time he asked, she accepted.

As she got to know Tom they exchanged life stories.

Linda had married young. It wasn't until after they were married that she found out that her hansom soldier, like most bullies, liked to be dominated when sober. It was only when he came home drunk the beatings would happen.

Tom seemed nice. He told her about his wife's accident and how she was now in a care home unable to recognise him or do anything for herself. As she would never recover, Tom had decided he would never divorce her, even though her family thought he should and move on with his life.

Linda for her part told Tom about Hank and how she had changed since her marriage, getting to enjoy being dominant in bed. Tom found this intriguing.

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It was after the Halloween party arranged by some of her friends from the modelling world that things really changed. They arrived back at her place and as the door shut he kissed her as usual, only this time she placed his hand on her breast. She whispered, "It's been so long, Stay." Tom could feel her soft warm flesh, topped with a firm bud as he started to massage the needy part. She led his hand under her top and then kissed him with an intensity she had not shown before. He moved his hand back to her breast only to find it naked, as he had suspected all evening. All he could think of now was how much he wanted to fuck her brains out.

She practically dragged him into the bedroom and with a wild look in her eyes whispered "Take me, big boy." Tom, who by now was rampant, needed no second invitation. He threw her on the bed, lifted her skirt to find she had no panties on either, dropped his pants (he had gone commando too) and roughly entered her.

He thrust away, every move matched by her until he could hold out no longer. He started to pull out but she grabbed his ass and squealed "In me you dirty bastaaaaaaaaad, in meeee."

With several enormous thrusts he shot his load as she shuddered to her climax, dragging her nails across his butt, drawing blood.

As they lay there panting from the exertion she looked at him and sighed "I needed that, what took you so long?"

As his cum leaked out, she scooped some of it up and sucked it into her mouth, rolling it around before swallowing it, then she savagely kissed him. He tasted the mixture of both of them on her lips and was surprised how good it was. He wanted more, so started down her body to the source, sucking on her tits on the way down. There was no love or finesse; it was pure lust on both their parts. As he reached her pussy she drew up her knees again and opened her legs to allow access.

He teased her clit then went in for the kill, sucking and slurping until she was empty. Before moving away he pushed a finger into her backdoor, to be greeted with a loud "Oh God, that's goooooood, stick another in." He did as he was told and started moving them in and out as she squirmed, shouting "Your cock, your cock, I want your cock, fuck my arse, right now."

Tom, now rampant again, took out his fingers, flipped her over, dragged her to her knees and stuck his cock all the way in with one mighty thrust. Pumping in and out he soon felt his nuts tighten and a second load was sent on its way to coat the inside of her back passage.

As he pulled out she moaned "I'll get you for that, you dirty, dirty, lovely bastard!!"and flopped down, legs apart, now utterly exhausted.

Tom couldn't resist, he dived for her pussy and started to tongue fuck her.

"STOP IT!"

Her voice had a hard edge he hadn't heard before.

"LEAVE ME ALONE!"

Her voice even harder.

Tom didn't like taking orders so as he stopped he slapped her butt hard, leaving a red hand mark.

All he heard was a soft "Yeah, oh yeah."

He lay beside her and she hugged him so tight it almost crushed his ribs.

When he woke next morning they were still partially dressed. The look on her sleeping face was one of utter contentment.

As he got up to go to the bathroom she stirred. Opening her eyes - she has beautiful eyes he thought, she let out a soft sigh and said quietly "You took advantage of me last night you dirty pig; when are you going to do it again?" then "Do you want some coffee, or more of the same?"

Tom replied sharply "Me...? Me? Took advantage of you? I don't think so, you dirty cow!"

Then, in a softer tone, "More of the same I hope. I'll call in sick; we'll have that coffee and see what develops."

She looked at his cock, now rampant again and giggled.

After the coffee and a light breakfast he told her he needed to go home to change but would be back inside an hour. At the door she whispered "Hurry back, last night was the wonderful, I want to do it again - soon."

"You're insatiable: I like it! Just keep it warm for me."

With that he left.

Linda thought Tom would be a good fuck but she didn't realise how good until she had him inside her. She was going to make him pull out but when it came to it she got so carried away, she lost it. Luckily her pills were still in date.

She felt the happiest she had ever been, especially after he slapped her butt. Remembering the sudden sting and the pleasure it gave her she thought - I'll show him something today he'll never forget.

She got the tightly stopped bottle down from the cupboard and noted it was half full thinking, I must get some more. She had used it on Hank to 'help' him sleep whenever he came home drunk. It made the beatings shorter. This time she only needed a small amount as she wanted Tom to come round fairly quickly.

True to his word, Tom arrived back within the hour and was greeted by the sight of Linda in a simple shift dress. She suggested they go to the local supermarket as she needed some things to make lunch for them both. In reality she wanted Tom to get cold so she could make him a nice hot cup of coffee.

They walked hand-in-hand to the shop, bought the goods and walked back. The snow was almost ankle deep and it was bitterly cold, so when they got back Linda made the coffee, putting some of the liquid from her bottle into Tom's cup.

Ten minutes later Tom started to feel dizzy. Linda suggested he lay down until it passed. She helped him onto her bed and as he looked up at her everything went black. When he came round, he realised he was gagged, tied hand and foot to the bed and stark naked.

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Linda was standing next to him dressed in a black and pink Basque, a matching black lace mini thong, suspenders, black stockings and thigh-high leather boots.

"Oh, awake now are we? And who said you could go to sleep?"

He had heard that hard tone in her voice last night.

"Afraid are we?"

Tom decided to play along and nodded.

"Well, you need to be!"

She drew from behind her back a plaited leather riding whip.

Tickling his balls with it, she said "It took you too long to ravish me. For that you get six strokes. Do you agree?"

Tom shook his head.

"Wrong answer - for that you get nine strokes."

Tom put on his best frightened face as she raised her whip and brought it down softly on his thigh. The next three strokes were also on his thighs. Stroke number five landed on his flaccid cock and he flinched. She moved on to his nipples, slapping them once each and the last two strokes falling on his balls.

"Now, for trying to tongue fuck me, I'll take the gag off and you will eat me out. If you refuse, cry out or if you don't do a good job you'll get more of the same!"

Tom nodded.

With that she removed the gag and moving her thong to one side, straddled him and lowered herself down on his face.

He licked, kissed and nibbled all along her slit. He teased her clit until she shuddered and came violently. After that he started again, only on her rosebud, rimming it until she came again.

She climbed off saying "You can do much better than that!"

Untying him she ordered "Turn over worm!"

Tom did as ordered and she re-tied him. Picking up her whip she laid it on his back.

"What are you going to do now?"

"Don't speak to me, slimeball. Only speak when I tell you and then only Yes Mistress or No Mistress!"

"And if I refuse?" Tom said in a defiant tone.

"Then it will be the worst for you slimeball, understand?"

"Yes Mistress."

He lay there, in mock submission and she went to her draw and took out a butt plug, inserting it into Tom's rectum.

"What the hell?"

"I told you not to speak, worm"

She picked up the whip and brought it down on his buttock with a sharp 'Thwack'.

"Ouch, that hurt!"

"Don't be a coward - take your punishment like a man."

Linda brought the whip down again and again, harder each time.

Suddenly, and for no reason, she stopped. Removing the plug, she untied his hands and pointed to his clothes saying "You can get dressed now."

He did as he was told, expecting this to be another twist in her game but she led him back into the living room and sat him down. Disappearing into the bedroom, she re-appeared a couple of minutes later back in her shift dress.

Sitting down next to Tom, she slipped her hand in his and asked softly

"Take me, gently please."

He was starting to get used to the double life Linda seemed to be leading, at first domineering and then utterly submissive.

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Tom started to lead her back to the bedroom but she didn't move. Remembering how her husband treated her he thought perhaps she is waiting for him to be rougher, so he pulled her sharply and she started to follow him meekly.

He kissed her and as the parted she had the same wild look in her eyes but just stood there. Tom read this as submission and pushed her back onto the bed, clawing at her dress.

She took it off and underneath was still dressed in her dominant clothes, only without the thong.

She lay there, knees drawn up, legs apart, waiting for him.

All she said was "Please."

He undressed and as he turned to put his clothes on the chair she must have seen the welts on his buttocks and legs.

"Did 'she' do that?"

Tom played along.

"Yes"

"Come over here, I'll kiss it better."

She sat up and started lightly kissing all along the welts whilst her hand snaked round the front caressing his cock. When she finished 'making it better' she turned him round, kissed his cock from crown to balls then laid back on the bed again and waited.

Tom wanted her, she could see that, so why wasn't he taking his pleasure with her? It was there for the taking. All she wanted now was to make it right for what that other vicious bitch had done to him. Instead of just ramming his cock in and 'having his way' he was standing there looking at her strangely. This was unnerving her. Eventually - it seemed like ages - he lay down beside her and cuddling her, kissed her ear. This made her even more perplexed.

Then it became clear, he wanted to give her as much pleasure as she wanted to give him. She started to sob, uncontrollably.

"There there now. Stop that, I'm not going to hurt you"

This had the opposite effect, she just sobbed more.

He held her tight until she stopped and when she did he kissed her, his tongue seeking hers as she opened up to him. They lay there kissing and cuddling for the longest time until he was sure she had calmed down.

He then planted little kisses all over her face and neck, starting down towards her breasts. Undoing the first pink bow he slipped his hand under her Basque to where her tit lay in waiting. Hank was never this gentle she thought then decided not to think of him again. Tom had replaced him now and she would give all of herself to him, if he would have her.

Sucking, nibbling and caressing her breasts he continued playing until, try as she might - she couldn't help herself - she started to squirm with pleasure, moaning and panting, as if she had run a marathon.

"More, More, I want more"

Tom took this as his cue. Undoing each bow one at a time, slowly he made his way to her womanhood nipping at her navel on the way down.

Letting go of her tits and holding on to her hips, he kissed all the way down her slit then, easing his tongue between her outer lips started to massage her inner lips.

Moving Oh so slowly upward, he lapped his way to the top. Linda had never felt the sensations Tom was giving her and she climaxed, even before he reached her clit. By now she was almost frantic for him to enter her but he didn't. Instead he teased her clit sending stronger and stronger shock waves up her body to her brain. Again she climaxed, leaking copious amounts of fluid onto the sheet as she screamed out his name. This is what Tom had been waiting for. He stopped playing with her clit, moved down to taste her offering and then entered her with his tongue. There was no rejection now, just wild thrashing about.

Removing his tongue he placed the tip of his cock where his tongue had been moments earlier and with a slight push he was in. This was like an electric jolt to Linda. She clamped her legs round his waist and drew him all the way in, grabbing his hands and putting them back on her tits, where they belonged. When he was fully in she rubbed her clit against his body before he started to withdraw.

Fiercely she wrapped her arms around him and held on for dear life. She knew she was getting the best sex she had ever had! She also knew, for her, this was not just any old fuck. This was something she had needed since losing her virginity to that other prick. This was something the bastard had never been able to make her feel. For her, this was love.

They started off slow and deep, gradually speeding up until they were lost in a cloud of pure sexual passion. Linda was yelling at the top of her lungs, "Omygod, fuck, fuck, Omygod, screw me deeper, nail me to the bed, screw me to the floor, don't stop, give it to meeee." then "I love it, I love it you dirty fucker."

Then as she came the words just tumbled out, "Oh Tom I love you."

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Tom looked down at her lying on the bed knees drawn up and legs open wide. He knew she expected him to 'use' her in retaliation for what her alto-ego did to him, regardless of what she said earlier. His cock was throbbing and he should have just shoved it in and enjoyed the short term thrill. For some strange reason he decided he couldn't do it. The wild look in her eyes had gone and had been replaced with a look of resignation.

He lay next to her and started kissing her ear. At first she lay there trembling. Then she started to sob.

He said something like "Don't cry, I won't hurt you."

Tom thought she was frightened he was going to hurt her. Nothing was further from the truth. She expected him to take his revenge for what the 'other' Linda did to him. At the least she expected a severe slapping or a sexual attack, almost rape, as that's what Hank would have done.

When she calmed down Tom wanted to show her that he wasn't angry at her, even if he was still smarting from the whipping.

He also wanted to show her what a 'good' sex life could be like. He set out to give her the best time he could.

After they came down from their sexual highs, they cuddled together until they fell asleep in each other's arms.

Tom woke first and glanced at the sleeping form next to him. She lay there looking utterly serene. Tom decided he needed to lay some ground rules as he was growing very close to Linda but he had resolved he wasn't going to be struck with a whip again.

It was now Saturday. Linda explained it was their busiest day so she had to go to work. Tom arranged to pick her up after her shift and bring her home to change. He was going to take her to a restaurant and then on to his apartment where he wanted to talk to her on 'his' territory.

He wanted to tell her that while he enjoyed some of their play but he was not into the whipping thing and wouldn't be playing that game again. If she wanted to keep the relationship going she would have to lose that aspect of it.

His stance would be - Domineering Yes, Masochism No.

He would also tell her that treating her roughly was not really in his nature so he would not be slapping her in anger, but only in a playful way and he would NOT be beating her.

Then he would tell her bluntly - Take it or leave it.




Office Politics



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She came out of her bedroom looking stunning. They had their meal and drove back to his. He almost lost his resolve because she looked so small and vulnerable in the unfamiliar surroundings but he remembered how she could be and carried on.

After their talk Linda was practically in tears. He told her that he wouldn't call her for a week, to give her time to think it over. To reinforce his point he called her a cab to take her home.

In the cab Linda knew she was going to agree to his terms, as not agreeing meant losing him. She would keep him guessing for a few days though; she still had a little pride, after all.

On Tuesday evening she rang.

"Hello Tom, I agree."

Before he could answer she put the phone down.

He tried to ring back but she had taken it off the hook.

He called back the following evening and asked if he could come round to see her.

She let him in and he saw the riding whip and the butt plug on the table.

"Take them away, I never want to see them again." was all she said. Tom only picked up the whip and they drove with it to the local river. He gave it back to her and she threw it in.

To meet her half way Tom said "I don't mind if you use your hand sometimes."

"Take me to your home - and do with me as you please." she whispered lovingly, "I want you to stay with me."

Tom said "Think about moving in then."

Linda was quiet all the way back to his place. When they got in he sat her on the couch and went to pour them both a drink.

"Hank and I had a 'safe' word." started Linda, "We would use it if the other one was going too far and hurting too much. Hank never used it and I never used it when Hank was sober. When he was drunk, even if I used it he would ignore it and carry on hitting me. I don't want to use Hank's word, so you choose one."

"I won't."

"Why?"

"I've told you, we won't need one. I'll never hurt you that badly; that's a promise."

Linda started to cry.

"Hey, what's all this about?"

Linda stood up, tears cascading down her face.

"Stop talking and take me to bed."

Tom scooped her into his arms and led her to the bedroom, a place no other woman had been in since the accident. He undressed Linda, led her to the bed and she kissed him with a passion she had never shown, even in the midst of their sex. Then she said "I am a horrid person, I need a spanking."

Tom slapped her butt and Linda said "Call that a spank: Leave hand marks - Please."

"Are you sure?"

"If you love me, yes."

Tom brought his hand down and left a mark; he didn't like it but it was what she wanted. She yelped at the blow then said softly "Again." Tom did it again, leaving another hand print. Linda yelped again then murmured "Once more."

Tom did as she wanted and with the last blow she turned to him saying "Now love me."

Tom started by turning her on her front and kissing the now fading hand prints, with sounds of encouragement from her. He remarked that if he had a camera he could turn the prints on her perfect butt into a work of art. Turning her over he kissed her face tracing where her tears had run. Kissing her jaw, throat and neck he continued to her heaving breast. Softly caressing one nipple he suckled on the other while she mewed like a contented cat. He then moved on to the other nipple and gave it a light nip between his teeth. Linda let out a low moan, grabbed Tom by the hair and moved him away, pushing him down towards where she really wanted him to be.

He started by licking down her outer lips then at the bottom gently parted them with his tongue, moved towards her clit drew it from its hiding place and flicked it several times. This triggered her first orgasm, the first of many. All Linda could do was squirm with pleasure, forcing him into even more intimate contact as her insides melted and leaked away onto his face. Tom stopped lapping and put the head of his cock at her entrance. Linda dug her heels into the bed, drawing herself onto him. He took the hint and slowly eased in. Linda was in exquisite need; she wanted him to be fully inside her but loved the way he was making her wait. At last he was fully in. She ground her hips against his, sending electric shocks from her clit all the way to her brain and back again. She had never felt like this before and never wanted it to end. If she died now, she would die the happiest woman in the world.

Tom pulled back until he was almost out, and then eased slowly in again. Linda lost it. She abandoned herself to her feelings. The world no longer mattered; all that mattered now was what Tom was doing to her and her emotions. Wrapping herself round him she just let him do as he wanted.

Everything seemed to be centred between her legs, the heat, the wetness, the throbbing intruder that felt as if it belonged in her and the feel of their two bodies in perfect unison. She knew she would do anything to ensure it never ended.

"Harder." she cried.

Tom withdrew slightly and then slammed back in, withdrew even further and slammed in again, repeating this until he was almost fully out then ramming himself against her hips with all the force he could muster, banging the bed against the wall with each stroke. His balls felt as if they were on fire and he needed to cum soon. As if she could read his mind Linda screamed "Faster, Faster, Ohmygod, Faster, aaagh, aaaghhh!"

Tom sped up and within a few strokes his seed made its final journey, shooting from his cock and into her waiting, welcoming womb, setting off her last orgasm. Both of them just shuddered and collapsed, still joined, in complete exhaustion.

As they recovered, Linda asked Tom if he meant what he said about the camera. Tom said he was half joking. Linda however was serious. She and wanted Tom to do it next time she was in that mood and she wanted the photo blown up, framed, and hung on his bedroom wall, next to one with her hand prints on his butt.

"You're kinky." said Tom.

"I know" she replied, "don't you just love it."

Thinking for a second Tom replied "Yes, and I love you too."

Linda just burst into tears.

They sold their respective apartments, as they held too many memories for them, bought a house and moved in together.

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His master plan worked even better than he expected, not that he knew that at first. Not only did "Miss James" get her arse fired, so did Bill Tyson. Randy went soon after and in the reshuffle Tom's friend, not Tom, got Miss James's job.

Tom was aware that his company was old fashioned and had a strict unwritten rule about not considering people for promotion to the executive level that 'Lived in Sin'. What he didn't know was that in his case the board, knowing his circumstances, had chosen to overlook it.

He thought his plan had all gone wrong - not that he cared now. When, two months later, he was called into the boardroom and told he had been recommended to replace Bill Tyson if he wanted it, it came as a complete shock. With a huge increase in salary, accompanied by a better car and a rise in status, of course he wanted it.

He told them at the formal interview about his "affair" with Linda - they told him they already knew about it and were glad he had been open and honest with them. He also told them he wouldn't divorce his wife and would be paying for her care for as long as she lived.

When asked what Linda felt about it, he told them that she knew about his situation and what he planned to do from the start and was 100% behind him.

That was the end of the matter as far as his company was concerned.

They gave him the job.

Tom's wife died of a stroke, brought on by the accident, less than a year later. After a suitable period of mourning and with the blessing of his wife's family, Tom and Linda were married.