by A. Anders
She heard cheers and applause, and, startled, looked over to see that the members of the other teams had been so impressed by what her team had accomplished that they didn’t even care they had lost. As the VP stepped off the last pallet and crossed the finish line, officially qualifying their team as completing the race, Theresa stepped onto the first pallet to cross the bridge as well.
As she crossed the lake, the last of her team to do so, she wondered if Mr. Cortez was watching on his monitors. Would he be proud of her?
This bridge was so much more than wood, plastic, nylon and bamboo. It was still more than a creative solution she’d come up with for a problem. It was nothing less than her way to prove to Mr. Cortez that he was right and that she was indeed the leader he had thought she could be.
As each member of her team reached the finish line the cheering got louder. The first members from some of the other teams were arriving as well, but they cheered right along with the others.
Theresa paused before stepping off the last pallet and onto the shore, savoring her moment. One of the event organizers was there, the camera capturing everything, and she wanted to wave to Mr. Cortez but satisfied herself with simply lifting her chin slightly as she stepped to shore.
She crossed the finish line at a leisurely walk that was almost a proud strut as her team cheered wildly. They gathered around her, everyone offering her congratulatory remarks and praise for her idea. As more participants arrived, it was agreed that their team had won the weekend, and Theresa was the team’s most valuable player.
She was nearly overwhelmed, but blinked back the tears and cheerfully suggested everyone use the bridge to return to the other side of the lake. It wasn’t intended for much use, and the high spirits of everyone soon had it breaking apart, but no one minded. People fell or were pushed into the water. The pallets were pulled apart and an impromptu swimming party ensued.
Theresa watched from the shore then started walking back along the marked path. This was what victory felt like. She had gone from being an outsider that no one wanted around to the most valuable member of the team. And it was because Mr. Cortez had insisted she not continue on as she had been, but push herself to be what he saw in her.
Even as she thought about this, one of the organizers hurried up the path to her. “Mr. Cortez would like to speak with you,” she said, nearly out of breath.
“Of course,” Theresa said. “I’ll be right there.”
The organizer nodded, speaking low then let Theresa hurry past. As she made her way around the lake, she knew that there would be no punishment waiting for her this time. Mr. Cortez would have to be pleased. She had found her voice. She had become a true leader.
Everyone was still at the lake as she followed the path into the pines. Her heart began to pound, but it had nothing to do with how quickly she was moving. Likewise the heat rising within her was unrelated to her exertion.
As she neared the cabin, she saw him standing on the porch. He said nothing, simply watching her approach, but unlike previously his expression was not stern.
“Miss McGovern,” he greeted as she climbed the step.
“Mr. Cortez,” she said, trying to bring herself under control. “We won, did you see?”
“I did indeed,” he acknowledged. “Come inside.”
With confidence and pride she followed him inside. A small table had been set for two, and the laptops and monitor screens had all been shut off. The chair was again in the center of the floor and after closing the door the consultant stepped over to it.
“You have done well, Miss McGovern,” he said, “As I knew you would, with the proper motivation.”
“Thank you, Mr. Cortez.” She watched as he sat and began rolling up his sleeves in that methodical way. “It means a lot to me that you believed in me, and were willing to take a chance on me.”
“It was a small chance, Miss McGovern,” he replied. “Are you ready for your reward?”
“Yes,” she answered.
“Come here, then,” he said, gesturing as he had before. “Kneel down.”
Theresa was confused for a bare moment. He may have called the spankings a punishment, but they had never really been so and he knew it. They were certainly motivational. Unorthodox, absolutely. And now she was free to have it for what it really was, what they both knew it to be, a reward.
She stepped quickly over to his side and knelt. She lay across his lap with a small happy sigh. His hand on her back was more a caress now, and she didn’t doubt at all he could feel the thunder of her heart.
The first swat made her moan, closing her eyes as he spoke softly. “I am proud of you.”
“Thank you, sir,” she murmured in return.
“I expect you to continue to impress,” he continued, spanking her harder the second time. She gasped, feeling her pussy throb eagerly as her nipples tightened.
“I will, sir,” she promised.
“Good girl,” he said, swatting her a third time. She moaned again, quivering as her panties became wet. Unable to hold still, and remembering the last spanking, she began to squirm, and again her arm brushed his hard cock. His hand on her back pressed down harder a moment then lifted away. “On your feet, Miss McGovern,” he directed.
For a moment she feared that she had crossed a line, but as they got up and faced each other, she saw that his gaze was expectant rather than angry or disgusted. And he had just told her that he expected her to continue to impress.
Taking a mental breath to steady her nerves, Theresa took the half-step forward and proved herself a leader again. Stretching up, she kissed him firmly on the mouth.
As she began to withdraw, he put his arms around her, pulling her up against him, kissing her back with surprising heat. He could tell she was a bit startled by his ferocity, but she responded at once, lifting her arms to circle his neck, pressing up against him. His cock throbbed against her stomach, pulsing fire into her even through their clothes.
When he released her mouth, he murmured against her lips, “Successful people are not afraid to take risks.”
She shivered, and felt how the movement of her body affected him. Emboldened, she brought a hand down between them and closed her fingers over his erection. He let out a soft breath that was a low moan and pressed his forehead to hers, closing his eyes. Encouraged, she released his cock long enough to undo his belt and open his pants.
As she pulled his cock free he moaned again then pressed his mouth to her neck and began kissing her. She squeezed and began to stroke him, moaning softly at the thick weight in her hand and the eager throbbing against her fingers. As he began unbuttoning her shirt, she felt her pussy throb in answer and a surge of dampness between her legs.
She squeezed him harder and his reply was to bite her lightly, making her gasp. He chuckled then lifted his head to look at her as he pushed the shirt off her smooth, round shoulders. Her full breasts in their lace bra beckoned him with their stiff nipples. He bent his head to kiss them, flicking his tongue across the creamy skin as he cupped them in his hands and rubbed his thumbs across the nipples.
Theresa moaned, feeling giddy, and continued to squeeze and stroke his cock rhythmically as she brought her free hand up to finish loosening his tie and then start unbuttoning his shirt in return. As she slid her hand up over his shoulder, he only stopped attending her breast long enough to let each sleeve fall free of his arm before returning to what he had been doing.
His body was trim and tight beneath his professional attire, and she ran her fingers hungrily across his warm skin, delighting in the feel of the hard bone and firm muscle, taking deep breaths of his intoxicating scent. As he lifted a breast free of her bra, and flicked his tongue across the nipple, he slid his other hand down her body, opening her shorts and slipping his strong hand down into the front of her panties.
She nearly cried out as his fingers found her clit, her hand tightening around his cock, and instead she let out a long, shaking moan of pleasure, rocking her hips f
orward to meet his hand. He began to rub her clit in firm circles as he worked her nipple with lips and tongue, and she felt an orgasm almost instantly upon her.
Gasping, she pulled back, taking hold of both of his hands with a wicked grin. He was breathing hard as well, his thick cock bobbing eagerly before him, and in the first moment he seemed almost annoyed to have been interrupted.
“Are you ready for your reward for making a leader out of me?” she asked.
He shivered, his fingers in hers tightening. “Yes.”
She led him to the chair and gently pushed him down into it then slid her shorts and panties down and off as she bent to kiss him again. His hands lifted to cup her face then he trailed his fingertips along her neck and down her back as she straddled his lap and lowered herself onto him.
Theresa reached down between them and grasped his cock again, firmly rubbing the head against her clit and watching his face even as she moaned. He moaned too, eyes shutting for a moment before opening again to watch her. His hands were tight on her full hips as she used his cock to bring herself to the verge of orgasm again.
She moaned as her hips jerked and the wet warmth slid down his shaft, making him groan and grip her tighter. Finally, she could hold off no longer, and shifted her hips up, pressing the head of his cock against her throbbing pussy as she leaned forward.
Her full tits pressing against his chest, and she breathed across his ear. “Now my reward, please.”
He groaned, nodding, and pressed up into her. She gasped, gripping his shoulders tight. He was so thick…she had known he was big when she grabbed his cock, but hadn’t realized how it would feel sliding in. But he seemed aware of how big he was, and pushed slowly. She eased herself onto him rather than him thrusting up into her, until he was all the way in and she was on the verge of orgasm again just from the thick shaft filling her.
Then he held her round ass and started pumping slowly in time with their throbbing, and Theresa realized that what she had thought of as orgasms before were only preludes. Her pussy tightened, quivered, tightened again. She moaned as he pumped, gasped as he began to thrust faster. When he began pounding, lifting her and pulling her down to meet him, she was panting and crying out in pleasure, beyond words, lost in the union of their sex.
When she came, she clawed at his shoulders and chest, heedless and wild. Her orgasm triggered his, and it was powerful, pulsing out of his cock with such force it made her cum again, arching her back and quivering so that he had to catch her in his arms and hold her as she gasped and moaned.
As their bodies calmed, he pulled her forward and cradled her against his chest, stroking her hair back from her face as they caught their breaths. She listened to the thunder in his chest and knew that she would never again be afraid to stand out, take a risk, be a leader with her own voice. He had shown her what she was made of.
“From the moment I saw you,” he told her, stroking his hand down her back, “I saw potential in you I have never seen in anyone else. If you listen to me, I can make you the greatest CEO the company has ever had.” He lifted her chin on his fingertips and kissed the tip of her nose. “But I must warn you, some of my techniques are unorthodox.”
She giggled softly. “Considering the great experience with your last program, I’m willing to give it a try.”
“I am happy to hear you say that,” he replied, stroking her cheek. “In more ways than one.”
She put her arms around his neck and kissed him. “How long does this program of yours take?”
“Well,” he said, trailing his other hand down her back. “Commitment to excellence is a lifelong pursuit, really. So you could expect me to be around for a very long time.”
Theresa nodded, solemn, not taking her gaze from his. “I understand. And I’m happy to hear you say that, in more ways than one.”
The End.
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Goodbye from Theresa
This is where the stories start to get really steamy. My ‘While My Family Sleeps’ series was a best seller in three languages. These stories weren’t available on Amazon for a long time because they were considered too hot for their collection. I think you’ll see what I mean once you start reading. You can say that I was pushing the boundaries with this series, but believe me, you haven’t read anything yet.
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While My Family Sleeps 1-4
Four taboo MMF bisexual threesome stories where girls encourage their boyfriend to take advantage of their hot brothers while they sleep.
While My Family Sleeps
Izzie invites her gorgeous boyfriend, Tye, to her family’s annual lake house vacation. After Tye disappears from their bed, Izzie finds him standing over her hot twin brother as he sleeps on the couch. Aroused by what she sees, Izzie hides in the shadows and watches as her masculine boyfriend vulnerably explores his secret desire for hot, hung men while her family sleep.
While My Family Sleeps 2
Brin forces her hot boyfriend Luke, to “play” with her sexy little brother while her brother sleeps. Fighting to contain her lust as each night she watches Luke go further than she ever imagined, Brin struggles to hide the titillating secret that led to their wild nights.
While My Family Sleeps 3
Violet takes her gorgeous boyfriend Kel on her family’s camping trip and finds him sleepwalking into her hot stepbrother’s tent at night. Jealous of what her boyfriend is doing with the sleeping marine, Violet comes up with a plan that awakens all of their forbidden fantasies and changes their lives forever.
While My Family Sleeps 4
Jaime, who has always had feelings for Kyle, his sister’s boyfriend, is compelled to play with his sleeping body when their hotel reservations are lost and Jaime’s entire family has to share one room during their vacation. And when Kyle wakes and encourages him further, the two explore their forbidden feelings with Jaime’s entire family sleeping in the same room and his sister inches away from them both.
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While My Family Sleeps
Izzie slowly leaned her head into the hallway. She was in search of her boyfriend, Tye. Twenty minutes after Izzie had pretended to be asleep, he had left their bed. Izzie assumed that he had gone to the bathroom or to get water, but when he didn’t return she became curious.
Now 24 years old, Izzie had brought two other boyfriends with her on this, her family’s annual vacation, but Tye was the first one that any of them liked. For reasons she couldn’t explain, her family’s acceptance combined with the copious amounts of alcohol they drank that night, made Izzie suspicious. Her mom’s embarrassing stories from Izzie’s childhood was one possible outcome, but knowing her family as she did, absolutely anything was possible.
The wood-lined walls of the hallway glowed softly from the light from the first floor TV. The open ceiling design of the two-story redwood vacation home allowed the flickering light over the second-floor balcony and down the long corridor. Finding the hallway empty, she entered and took a step toward the master bedroom at the end of the hall. Seeing that the shared bathroom was empty, she then looked at each of the 3 other doors. They were all dark and closed.
Now headed toward the stairs, she left the enclosed hallway and entered the balcony. Taking a quick look at the living room below she froze at what she saw. Illuminated by the TV was Tye. Standing between the TV and the couch, he peered down at the couch with his mouth hanging open.
Tye’s deep olive complexion glowed in the light. His thick dark hair and manly features threw shadows across his face that made him look beautiful. So standing there with a loose fitting tee shirt over his built chest, and thin boxers hiding his hefty cock, it was easy to see that he was on edge.
Unsure of what was going on, Izzie backed into the hallway. Peeking out from behind the wall she looked down again. Staring at the couch he was transfixed by what lay beside him. Izzie slid down the wall to get a better look. Examining the body on the couch, she determined it was her twin brother Ian. Looking him over a fe
w more times, she couldn’t imagine why her boyfriend was staring at her brother so intensely.
Izzie quickly searched her mind for anything that Ian could have said to upset Tye and found nothing. Ian had been nothing but friendly to Tye. In fact, in the two days that they had been at the lake cabin, the two had developed a rapport that was great to see. From childhood, Ian had carried a negative outlook on life; but in Tye’s presence, he almost seemed optimistic. And the funny thing was that Tye seemed equally as happy.
Izzie sat on her knees hiding her body in the shadows cast by the edge of the balcony. With only her eyes exposed, she got comfortable knowing that something was about to happen though she didn’t know what. Her heart raced.
Tye looked down at Ian who lay on his side with his head on his hands. The light from the TV lit his smooth tanned face casting a shadow from his sharp delicate nose onto his cheek. Ian wasn’t wearing a shirt and his chiseled, lean, smooth 24-year-old body looked like that of a statue’s.
Ian wore soft boxers that topped his strong legs, and within them was a bulge that Tye couldn’t ignore. Ian was obviously erect. Tye hadn’t ever been so captivated by an erection before, but there was something about the way that his girlfriend’s twin made him feel that challenged his sexuality. And further encouraged by Ian’s whispered after dinner statement, “I’ll be on the couch tonight and I won’t mind,” Tye was confused even more.
Tye continued to stare endlessly trying to figure out what he was feeling. He examined Ian’s body one part at a time. Was it that he envied Ian’s softly blond hair? Possibly. Could it be that Ian had pink lips that he had only previously seen on girls? Maybe. Could it be that he took as much care with his body as Tye did? Perhaps. Or could it be the large bulge in his soft boxers?