Van walked over to the group and started stroking Heidi's bottom. She sighed appreciatively. He started to knead her ass cheeks, and she responded with grateful moans in between her cries of lust. Van looked down at his steel-hard cock, soft and spent just 20 minutes earlier. It was throbbing with need for Heidi's tight ass. Van licked his thumb, and while squeezing the cheek hard with his fingers, and on her down stroke onto Bren, he stuck the thumb into Heidi's puckered brown hole up to the first knuckle.
Heidi froze. Her whole world froze. She stopped moving. She stopped breathing. Brendan's cock was buried in her twitching pussy to the hilt, her hands full of Gia's sweet ass, and she was in the middle of a rocking orgasm. But she stopped and a wild desire overcame her. She had felt nothing like it before. There were no thoughts in her head at all. She was all sensation and need. And she needed Van there now! She needed to be filled! Somehow her raw desire bypassed her clouded hot brain and moved her vocal cords:
"Yes...god, yes... please... fuck me there, Van. Please. Please."
Again, such a polite request! Van lifted her hips so that Bren's heavy cock fell out of her. Van dipped his own dick into Heidi's dripping cunt a couple times. She remained still with anticipation, but quivering. Van then lowered Heidi back onto Bren as deep as he would go. She shifted her hips back toward Van, splaying that tight little goal.
Van positioned his now-lubricated and throbbing cock at her anus and pushed. There was a little resistance, and he thrust harder. This time, he buried himself in her. She was so tight and hot and pulsing there! The sensations were indescribable!
A primal, guttural sound escaped from Heidi's throat. Filled. Full. Hot. Yes, yes, yes, yes. Fuck fuck fuck fuck!! The words weren't words but pure lust racking her body. She thrust back her ass and in so doing leaned forward, her hands finding Gia's breasts and kneading them. Gia groaned and bucked, enjoying Heidi's hands and Brendan's fingers, lips, and tongue. Heidi was barely aware of Gia or anything but the raw passion filling her lower body. Heidi's body screamed that it was at the very height of lust. She was proven wrong when Bren and Van started moving inside of her. One in, one out, then switch. The thrusting seesawed inside of her, stroking her into orgasm after orgasm. The orgasms were coming hard, one after another, and Heidi was bursting with ecstasy.
Van was doing almost as well. Heidi was so tight and hot and pulsating. He could feel his come rising through his stimulated balls and his rock-hard and squeezed-oh-so-perfectly cock. The rhythm shifted and suddenly and Van was pounding Heidi's ass in time with Bren pounding her cunt. She was so full and tight! Van couldn't tell anymore whose cries and moans and screams were whose. Nor did he care to. He was coming good and hard! Van gritted his teeth and shot his third and best load of the night into Heidi's throbbing, pulsing ass.
Heidi's body was pushed to the edge of oblivion when they started to thrust together. So full! She felt Van and Bren's cocks swell and pulse in her at nearly the same time. They were both coming inside her! Their hot loads shot into her wet holes, and with a cry of sheer, pure ecstasy, she tumbled into unconsciousness.
The four collapsed into a satiated, sweaty heap. Voices moaning, breath ragged, skin tingling, and nerves raw and happy. Brendan looked at his sleeping wife and chuckled.
"Well, looks like she enjoyed our attentions, too!"
Van looked over to Gia, whose contented, post-orgasm smile lit up his world. "I think we all enjoyed each other."
Later, Heidi woke up to smells of bacon and waffles. She was clean and nude and cuddling, limbs entwined, with Gia and Van in their king-sized bed. Bright light was streaming in the windows, and she could hear the percolating coffee pot. The electricity must have come on sometime in the wee hours of the morning. Brendan was cooking one of his famous breakfasts for them, it sounded like. He was the only person she knew that would cook bacon naked! Her mouth started to water.
Van's consciousness melted awake between two lovely, soft women. Their breasts were pressed into his flesh, and their hands were resting lightly on his cock, fingers intertwined. He woke to the smell of coffee and bacon, and to one lady licking his neck and the other gently biting his chest and shoulders. That is the way for a man to wake up! Van kissed them both soundly and they went to the kitchen to eat.
They were all quite hungry after last night. Heidi seemed quiet at breakfast and when Gia asked what was wrong, she said, "I just don't want to go home!"
Brendan looked at his wife and smiled. "Have you looked outside? There's five feet of snow! It'll take days for them to dig us out. We're snowed in!"
This was going to be an enjoyable few days, indeed!
The End.
The Headhunter Mistress
It had started with a phone call. I was at work when my office line rang.
"This is John."
"Hey John, this is Miss Sinclaire. I was recently referred to you. I'm just calling to introduce myself."
"Oh, uhm hello."
"Full disclosure," she laughed. "I'm part of an executive search firm. I'm sure you're happy and successful and not actively looking for a change. But, I wonder.... Would you ever consider making a move for the right reasons?"
I said no.
She said coyly, "tell me you wouldn't consider making a move for the wrong reasons?"
I laughed, "actually I'm at work."
"Of course," she said. "give me a better number to reach you after work."
I hesitated for just one second... but there was something about the way she asked. But she didn't ask. She just spoke, expecting me to comply. I thought about hanging up right then, but there was something about this woman's voice on the other line. After all, I perhaps I could use a job change. This job was fine. But, what if there was another job that suited me better... I gave her my cell phone number.
"Good boy," she purred. "I'll call you after work sometime. And she hung up.
Once five o'clock hit, I was staring at my phone just waiting for it to ring. But it didn't. It didn't ring that night, and it didn't ring the following night. It was a whole week before I got a call from her office. It wasn't her, but a man from her office. He was calling to set up a time for me to meet Miss Sinclaire in her office. I was irritated that she didn't call me herself. Why was another man calling me? Why didn't she call me? It didn't take that long. I couldn't believe my anxiety. What had happened that I wanted to speak to the woman on the other end of the line so desperately. I took a breath, trying to calm myself down, and then set a time with the man.
Two days later I was in her office.
The male secretary out front told me to wait in the front area. He asked if I'd like any coffee, water? I politely declined and sat down in the waiting room. I waited for fifteen minutes. I thought about asking the secretary if Miss Sinclaire was out, wondering if I should come back. But I decided to give Miss Sinclaire a few more minutes. Perhaps she was busy. I sat in the plush leather chairs, waiting.
Fifteen minutes later Miss Sinclaire emerged from the hallway, reaching out her hand.
"Mr. Smith?" She said. "Pleasure to meet you."
"Thank you," I said shaking her hand.
"Follow me."
She took the lead down the hallway. I tried not to notice her incredible figure, as she walked down the length of the hallway to the executive suite towards the back. She opened the door, gestured for me to sit.
She stood over me, waiting for me to sit. I sat down. She walked behind my desk, almost inspecting me, and then she sat down across from me, on the other side of a large mahogany desk.
"I'm glad you could make it," she said.
I looked up, as if caught off guard. "Yes," I said. Was I stammering? If I wasn't careful, I'd be hypnotized by her figure. Something about the way she demanded attention.
"Vice President of Operations," she said.
"That's me."
"Do you make over two hundred thousand dollars?"
"Not yet."
"Why not?"
"I... well,
I don't know."
"Perhaps that's part of the problem."
"What do you mean?"
"If you're going to rise, you have to be able to make decisions... but it doesn't seem like you can."
"I can, I do. I think I do a pretty good job of managing everything I need to do."
"Perhaps it would be better if you managed less."
"I don't understand."
"Perhaps if you could focus your efforts on just one thing, you'd be able to get more done."
" That would be great."
"Then it's settled. I have the perfect job for you."
"Really? Don't you want to know what I do."
"Not really. "
I hesitated. "What kind of job."
"You're going to be my new Executive Assistant."
"Excuse me?"
"You just said it yourself, you have far too many things to focus on. Now I'm going to give you one thing to focus on. Me."
"I'm an executive Vice President, I'm not going to quit my job to become an executive assistant."
"You don't think you would like serving me?"
The way she said it. I was getting hard. I couldn't believe it. I had to retain my focus.
"It's not that I don't like... I mean... it's not that..."
"Did I say quit your job?"
"No...." I stammered.
"No you're going to have two jobs. Your first job is to be my executive assistant, and your second job is to be the executive vice president."
"I have responsibilities..."
"What if I could promise you that you would achieve more at your current job, if you could make more money than you've every made, if you would just do what I say?"
"I don't... know."
"You can feel it. This is what you've been looking for hasn't it?"
I tried to look away from her eyes. "Uhm... I don't..."
"You've been searching for something to submit to.... To serve, haven't you?"
"I..."
And then she turned off the seductive charm. "I'm thirsty. Be a good boy and fetch me some water over there."
I instinctively got up and walked across the office and returned to her with a glass of water.
"Set it down," she said. And I did. "There... do you see how easy it was?"
I couldn't believe I just went and did it without question.
"You see how every part of you wants to give up control, and just serve?"
I wanted to argue with her. I wanted to step back into my role as the big man, as the Vice President... but something just felt so warm and comfortable around me.
She got up and walked towards me, sitting on the desk in front of me. Her nylon stockings stretched over her fantastic legs. She crossed them in front of me. I felt entranced. Like a dog just waiting for his master to drop down a treat.
"What if all I ever asked you to do was something that brought you pleasure?"
"I don't understand."
"What if, by serving me, you experienced more pleasure than you had ever experienced in your life. As if.... You became the thing you were destined to be. Like a child coming home."
"More money than I've ever made?"
"Infinitely more."
"What would you have me do?"
"All sorts of things. Things that brought me pleasure. And because they brought me pleasure, they would bring you pleasure."
"What if I told you to unzip your pants and start stroking?"
"Excuse me?"
"You don't find me attractive?"
"Yes, but..."
"Then do it," she said. "Take it out and stroke it."
For a moment I hesitated, but my hands involuntarily were reaching for my zipper. "Wait," she snapped. "Not there... do it properly. Get on your knees."
She touched the top of my head. Her touch was like getting a high. She put just the tiniest amount of pressure on my head and I slid off the chair and dropped to my knees.
"There you go, that's a good boy. Stroke it for me."
I sat there, on my knees, stroking myself, looking up at her.
"This is where you belong, you realize."
"Yes," I grunted.
"You feel good?"
Looking up at her tall legs, wishing I could see underneath her skirt, looking up at her figure from below, towering over me, how could I not feel good. "Yes!" I said, with a loud sound that surprised even myself.
"You realize that once you come, you'll stop being a man. When you come here, and offer your cum to me, you'll stop being a man. You'll just be a boy. My good boy. You understand?"
I wanted to stop. I wanted to have control. But something was slipping away from me. A warm haze took over my body and all I wanted was to keep going. To keep stroking. To keep obeying.
"Yes," I said.
"You're not a man, are you?"
"No," I grunted.
"But you're my good boy."
"Yes."
"Now cum," she said.
And instantly, as if I had no control over my body, I ejaculated onto the floor at her feet. This must be what heroin addicts feel like when they get a hit. My eyes rolled back up into my head, my vision cloudy. I felt Miss Sinclaire put her hand next to my face and whisper softly,
"You belong to me now."
The following morning I was emailed a conference number to call into and I called in at 7:30am, sharp. I was the fourth person to enter the conference line. Moments later, after there were ten or so people on the line I realized that I wasn't alone. This was a weekly conference call with all of Miss Sinclaire's Executive Assistants from around the world calling to report in, give status updates, and take orders. During the call I was given an assignment to perform that day before the next conference call. I hung up the phone with a mixture of anxiety, terror, and excitement. What had I done? What world was I entering. I could barely contain myself as I went about my day with clarity and purpose.
The End.
Boss's Orders
It felt good to be on top of him, my knees resting against the bed, the weight of my body on him, forcing him deep into my back entrance. My ass feels deliciously full as I lift and drop myself onto him. The sensation of floating floods from the back of my eyes as my body looses itself in pleasure. His size feels incredible as I stretch around him, the very presence of him being in me giving a sense of wicked completion.
I speed up; feeling myself begin to ride him harder as my body prepares to take yet another orgasm from him. My hands press down against him, my arms pushing my breasts together as I stroke his length within my ass. My empty vagina shivers as orgasmic bliss rushes into my very being, I scream out in utter joy and excitement as I rub myself against his body, completely lost in the moment.
I collapse forward onto him, his shaft exiting and resting between my cheeks, as I pant deeply, resting my head between his own and his shoulder. He strokes my hair sweetly as I rest, my body gently returning from some higher plain.
Lifting myself I let my breasts dangle in his face, feeling the sensation of his over-grown stubble dance across my skin, allowing him to play with them. I smile as he sucks my un-pierced nipple into his mouth before squeezing my breasts together and pushing his face between them. I feel his cock jump in excitement against my rear cheek. It was time to allow his own orgasm.
I sit back so my feet are against the bed, lifting myself to squat onto him as my hand holds his bulging cock at the base. I look into his eyes as I lower myself onto him, his large head popping into my rear, but his eyes are elsewhere -- staring in amazement as my ass slowly engulfs him. My cheeks rest against him as I completely take him, removing my hand, and letting out a sigh of satisfaction. Lifting myself slowly with my knees I allow him to watch as every inch of him exits and re-enters me. He begins to groan and grunt. I know he can't last long in this position and I love how easily I can make him cum with it.
His body dampens with sweat as I feel him expand inside me. I lift myself so only the head of his cock is inside my a
nus, his face twisting with frustrated pleasure as I deny the rest of him entry. Moving my ass slowly up and down the tip of his cock I feel him pulse, as he shoots his first spurt of cum into my bowels I lower myself onto him, filling myself with all of him, lost in the sensations of his trembling cock as he fills me with his seed. I smile, and we rest, his still hard penis trapping his cum inside me.
Time passes, a minute, a year, one can never say. The moment of blissful oneness after such pleasures of the flesh have been fulfilled is immeasurable, like a dreamer waking whom has been somewhere else for so long, yet has risen within in same hour that sleep had taken them. His now softening penis glides out of me as I roll off him onto all fours, my used hole still wide from his departure, glistening with his ejaculate.
"Go on then" I smirk, as he rises towards me, pushing the large purple butt-plug into me, trapping part of him inside me for the rest of the day. I smile, as it fills me, my ass shrinking round the neck of the plug, as my cheeks close around it's flared-base. I enjoy taking his cum to work with me. Recently it has become the greatest of my many naughty little pleasures.
I kissed him good-bye and got ready for work, throwing on my loose tartan skirt and a black top (casual dress was work policy) being sure not to wear any knickers. Today was going to be another fun day at the office where only I would know my secret.
The day started fine, with the easy task of updating a few records to meet some new policies that had been introduced. I was happily sat at my desk, the plug filling me, as every now and again a very small amount of him bubbled out around it as I moved in my seat. I loved the feeling of having him in me at work; it kept my body buzzing lustfully through out the day. Just as my mind was drifting to naughtier thoughts the phone rang.
"Goey" spoke the stern female voice, "It's Samantha. Can we have a word in my office please?"
An invitation to your bosses' office is never a fun thing, but having had my mind suddenly pulled from my own fantasies set an extra level of nervousness off inside me.
I timidly knock on her office door.
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