Mountainside Cabin in Winter

Your brother has a cabin in the mountains.

He asked you to watch it while he goes on a cruise. It had been a while since you were there, and with bad weather approaching you stocked up on supplies and have your lover with you.

On the drive up, your lover asked you lots of questions about the cabin, and what you plan on doing. You explain that with the winter weather, your brother doesn’t want to take chances of something happening, such as power going out, waterlines freezing, etc. You two are just there to make sure that nothing goes wrong.

It was a good thing too. A heavy winter storm hits. You lost power but the backup generator kicked in, plus your brother left plenty of split firewood.

You spend the day, using his 4x4 with the plow attachment, and clearing the cabin driveway down to the main road. You had forgotten how good it feels vibrating between your legs. The vibrations feel so good against your pussy though the layers of clothing. After showing your lover how to ride it, you take turns. One uses the plow as the other uses the snow blower to make paths from the house, to the shed, to the garage, and of course to the woodpile.

You and he put away the plow and blower.

Both of you are damp from sweat as you pull off your parkas and snow pants. ‘I feel like a shower after that.’ you say, removing your shirt, your thermal top still covering your round breasts. ‘Do you want to join me, or start a fire in the fireplace?’ you ask. He walks closer to you, hugs and kisses you. “I’ll make the fire first. Don’t use up all of the hot water.” He teases.

You strip off the rest of your clothes and step into the shower. The water feels so good on your body and tired muscles. Slowly washing, and caressing your breasts, the soapy washcloth feels good as you rub it between your legs. ‘Damn, if he was in here, I would fuck him so hard.’ You mutter as you wash and rinse your body. Slowly you realize that you need to stop, or there won’t be any hot water left for him.

The bathroom is hazy with the steam, as you grab a thick towel and dry yourself off. Your hair feels wet and heavy as you rub the towel across and around it. Covering yourself with another towel, you go to the bedroom to grab your thick plush robe and a hairbrush.

You smell wood smoke coming from the living room. He is bent over the fireplace watching the fire as it slowly is growing. ‘Are you having problems with it?’ you ask. “It has been a while since I built a fire. I think I got it going.” He said as he rocks back on his heels, still squatting. You walk up behind him and give him a hug. Your wet hair falling over his face as you kiss the top of his head. “Mmmm, you smell good.” He says as he stands, turning and hugging you tightly. His arms feel strong and loving around you.

‘And you smell like smoke. But I like it. You smell “manly”.’ You respond as you kiss him. He opens your robe and slowly caresses your breasts. Between his hands and the warmth from the fire, it feels good on your skin, and your nipples harden. “Mmmm, you do like that?” He says with a smile before he bends forward and licks around your left nipple. You reach into his pants and grip his penis, which isn’t fully hard yet. ‘Get undressed, I want to try something.’ You say as you release him.

He straightens up and strips off his clothes. You look to the side of the room and find what you are looking for. A bear skin rug. You drag it over before the fireplace, remove your robe, and lie down on it. The fur feels soft on your back as you spread your legs.

He stands over you, “Where do you want me?” He asks, as his hardening dick swings back and forth. You reach up and pull his cock to your mouth, “Eat me, my love.’ You say before you lick the tip. He gets down, straddling your head. “Mmmm this feels soft on my knees.” and places his head between your waiting thighs.

His arms wrap around your thighs and you feel the tip of his tongue slowly licking around your pussy lips. You slowly lick and suck his cock. You enjoy the feeling of it in your mouth as take it deeper. He works his tongue from your pussy up to your clit, and it feels so good, but his cock would feel better. You stop sucking and say, ‘Come around and slide it in me.’

He moves off of you, and then crawls between your legs, slowly moving up your body. Hovering over you he moves down and kisses your mouth. You taste your pussy on his lips as you feel the tip of his cock slowly work into your open pussy. His chest brushing against your breasts, and your nipples feel the hair on his chest moving back and forth.

He thrusts into you and you wrap your legs around him. You slide a bit on the fur rug with each thrust. It feels good, but you want to switch again. ‘Lets do doggie,’ you say as you are breathing harder. He pulls out and moves off of you as you get on your hands and knees. ‘This is so soft on my knees.’ You think as get into position. Feeling him behind you slow push back against him and he goes into you. He grips your hips and fucks you harder. It feels so good, you grab handfuls of rug fur.

You feel him release a hip and reach down, rubbing your clit. Pushing back against him harder, you feel your orgasm flow through you. He then pulls out and jerks off on your ass. You feel his hot cum splash on your skin.

You are both sweating, from both the sex and the heat of the fire. He stands up, and pulls you to your feet, to kiss and hug you again. “I need a shower; do you want to join me?” he asks. ‘Sure. Hopefully the hot water tank refiled.’

You look down and see wet stains on the bear skin rug. ‘Let’s wipe that up first, or we’ll have to pay for the dry-cleaning.’ You say as you grab your towel from earlier, which is still damp. Naked, he goes to the kitchen to grab a wet wash cloth and some soap.

After a few minutes of wiping and scrubbing, you think you got it all. ‘Good. It should dry by the fire. Now let’s take that shower.’ He takes your hand and leads you to the bathroom. “I really am enjoying your brother’s cabin.” You kiss him. ‘I am too.’

Tied up on the Trail - A Cowboy Story

You are a cowboy. You used to work for a small outfit, but they were bought out and all of you're let go. You have your horse, a rifle, a pistol, and enough supplies to get you to the next town, so you make your way westward. You thought that you'd make it into town before it got dark, but the sun is setting and the shadows from the mountains and trees cover you.

You make camp for the night, building a small fire, tethering your horse, and eating some dried beef and fruit. Resting your head on your saddle, you look up at the starry night sky, and drift off to sleep.

When you wake, you find that your hands and feet are tied. You try to move your wrists, but they are tightly bound. The leather lariat is tight against your skin. You try to flex your wrists, but they are secure. Your ankles are tied tightly too. If you had slept with your boots on, you might be able to slide out, but you took them off and your ankles are secured with another lariat.

You realize that you were caught by another cowboy or rancher. The lariat is made from dried and stretched rawhide like yours.

“Oh, you’re awake” you hear a deep voice say. You look over to where the voice came from. You see a shape that is backlit as the sun rises behind him.  “How long did you think that you could escape justice?” the voice asks.

"What do you mean?" you answer. "I am just an out-of-work cowboy looking to get hired on somewhere. What do you think I’ve done?"

“I have a wanted poster that matches your description. Can you convince me that you aren’t the man on this poster?” he asks.

"What does it say about distinguishing marks?" you ask.

“It mentions that there is a scar on your backside.”

"Pull down my pants and check out my ass. I don’t have any scars or marks on my ass." You say in a defiant tone.

The bounty hunter walks closer, and you feel his strong hands undo your belt, and unbutton your fly. He flips you over onto your stomach, and pulls down your jeans. You feel the texture of the denim as it's pulled down over your smooth bare ass.

His calloused  hands caress your ass. “Mmmm you are right I don’t see any scars. Your behind is smooth and clean.” You feel his fingers probing up and down your ass crack.

"What are you doing?" you ask nervously.

“I am checking you for anything hidden.” His finger works in and out of your tight ass. As it does, your cock starts to harden.

“Mmmmm that is really tight. You aren’t hiding anything in there.” He flips you over. He sees your hardening pecker. “Well look at that. Maybe I need to check that too.” He pulls your pants down further and he starts stroking your shaft.

 The texture of his hands feel so different, and it gets you harder. He grips you firmly and strokes you faster. "What are you doing?" You ask. You've only had one of your bunk mates do this to you before. 

“Be quiet or I will fill your mouth. You know what, I’ll do that regardless.”  He lets go of your dick. He unbuttons his fly and pulls out his thick cock. It isn’t fully hard yet, but you can tell it is getting there. You try to move back but he grabs your tied wrists.  “Now you stay there, so I don’t hurt you.” He pulls back the foreskin and rubs the tip of his cock against your lips.  It feels strange, sort of smooth and spongy. “Open your mouth.” He says in a low voice. You enjoy sucking another man, but you prefer have your hands free. 

As you open your mouth, he thrusts into you. It feels big, like you are going to gag. It is like taking a thick sausage, except you feel the foreskin on our lips. He's thicker than your last partner.

You try to pull your hands free, but the rope keeps you tightly bound. You feel his hand on your head as he works his member in and out of your mouth. It’s getting harder. “Your mouth feels so good. I like how your lips feel.” he says as he moves your head up and down on his shaft. You taste tangy and salty flavors as he works your mouth on him. “I might finish in your mouth.” He says, breathing harder. You try to get free.

He pulls from your mouth, and then his face is right next to your ear. “No. I am going to fuck your tight, sweet ass and fill you up.”

He moves behind you, grabbing your hips, and you feel his hard slick cock rubbing back and forth, along the crack of your ass.

You try to move your ankles, but they are tied as tightly as your wrists. You are on your elbows with your ass in the air as you hear him spit. You feel him rub spit into your asshole. His finger works in and out again, stretching you wider. Then you feel his hands on your ass cheeks, spreading them, as you feel a pressure against your asshole.

The tip presses in. "Oh God, it feels so big." you say. 

“Damn you are so tight” he swears and you feel him go in a bit more. He goes in and out. Thrusting a little deeper each time. You are surprised that you are still hard.

As his cock goes deeper in and out, your own cock is starting to twitch. "I am going to cum" you think. 

As he goes deeper, he leans all the way all the way over you. His mouth is by your ear. “You like how this feels.” he whispers, as he reaches and grabs your hard dick. You moan in pleasure. He fucks your ass slowly and deeply. As he does so, he strokes your prick in tempo.

His hand is moving more easily on your shaft as your pre-cum lubricates it. “Yea, you’re going to finish as I finish in you.” 

"Not in me. You can on me, but not in me." you say breathing hard too. 

“Ok.” You feel him pull you of your ass. One hand is still on your cock as you hear him behind you.

He is breathing and grunting. You feel him splash on your bare ass cheeks, as your shaft throbs and spurts in his hand.

He moves from behind you, takes the neckerchief from around his neck and wipes off his cock and hands. He drops it next to you as he unties your hands and feet. You take it and wipe yourself clean too.

You go to hand it back to him. “You can keep it.” he says with a smile. “You need to be careful being by yourself. If you continue down this road for another day or so, you will hit a small town. I have some friends there. You might find some work cowboying. Show them my kerchief, and they should hire you. I need to see if I can find the man who really is on this poster.”

He then saddles his horse and rides off in the opposite direction from where he pointed. You clean up your camp, get on your horse and head the direction he pointed. The kerchief, you keep in your saddle bags.

(This is the first of my "Gay Cowboy" stories. It was written as a suggestion by a reader a couple of years ago. I hope you enjoyed it. Look for the follow up story.)

Resting During a Road Trip - Part 2

 

As you walk to the hotel, you ask, “You are really a lawyer?”

He smiles, baring his fangs a bit. “Of course. Aren’t attorneys thought of as ‘greedy blood suckers’?” He winks and extends his hand for you to take.

When you do, you notice that it’s cool to the touch. “Wow, did the restaurant air conditioning chill you that much?”

“Betty really hasn’t taught you much about us has she?” He asks as he kisses the back of your hand. His cool lips feel strange but they seem to stir the sleeping wolf.

“When we get to my room, you can tell me more.” You say kissing the back of his hand and playfully licking it. You taste and smell the remnants of the sauce even though he wiped his hands clean. The wolf senses are keen tonight.

Once you are in your room, He lays the sportscoat he’s been carrying, across the back of a chair. His voice fills your mind. “Please sit on the bed. Before we do anything tonight, I want to help you with your mind speech.” It is a gentle request, like counselor or a therapist, asking you to take a seat. He pulls up the chair and sits on its edge as you sit on the bed, facing each other. “I want you to relax and open your mind.”

“Betty told me to think of a brick wall to keep out thoughts.”, you say aloud.

You feel his cold fingertips on your lips. “Shhh. No words only thoughts.” He silently says.

You nod and close your eyes. Imagining your mind to be open and that there is no more wall, you see him sitting in front of you completely naked. But your other senses tell you he hasn’t moved and is full clothed. For what seems to be hours, he teaches you how to more easily mind speak. He tries to have you create images and false memories, but that’s apparently only something that vampires do. At one point he tries to have you share true memories. That you can do, or maybe that was him pulling the memories, as he shared his with you. He wanted to know how you became a wolf and you shared those memories. In exchange, he shared how he became a vampire. It was sometime during the last century, when there was some sort of sickness going around. He was coughing and it was hard to breathe. You felt his heart almost stop, but an unfamiliar woman shared blood and brought him back to life. You see an old-time office with a plaque that says ‘Joshia Samuels, Attorney at Law’. “You were a lawyer in your previous life?” you mentally ask.

A warm chuckle fills your mind. “You caught me. Apparently, I’ve always been a greedy blood sucker.”

You open your eyes, and both of you are sitting exactly where you started. You on the bed, and him facing you in the chair. You glance at the clock in the room and about 30 minutes had gone by. “Wow! That’s more than I expected. I wonder why Betty never took time to show me any of this.” You stretch your legs, which feel like they have been in the same position for hours. He gets up and hands you a complementary bottled water from on the dresser.

“Here, slowly drink. We probably worked your mind harder than you thought possible. Betty might not be comfortable sharing her past. Opening your mind takes a lot of trust.” He slowly unbuttons his shirt, revealing a nicely toned chest. “Now that we exercised your mind, shall we exercise your body?” His voice is soft and husky as he slowly disrobes. 

The tingle from the sleeping wolf slowly moves through you. A sexual hunger grows as his scent gets stronger, Spiced wine and incense. You pull off your t-shirt, and show him your hard nipples. Stepping closer to him you want to kiss him, bite him, devour him.

Your body tingles with hunger and desire. You feel him in your mind, “That’s a powerful feeling.” Pulling him against you, your mouth presses hard against his. His lips are still cool against your skin, but desire has increased your heat, and as you hungrily kiss him, you feel him warming to your touch.

“You have no idea how powerful.” You think, as your tongue is his mouth. Spicy wing sauce adds a tang you hadn’t expected, but you like it. Reaching into his pants, you grip his hardening penis. It’s not fully hard. Not as hard as you want it, so you squeeze it. The wolf inside you is still asleep, but you feel wet with desire, the kind of desire you normally feel in full wolf form. You move from his mouth to his neck, nuzzling and nibbling on his skin. Your other hand grabs his bare back and slowly scratches down it.

He drops his pants. “Lie back on the bed. Let me lick your pussy so I get hard for you.”, and he puts the image of you lying on your back as he licks and suck you to an orgasm, an orgasm that you feel the echo of.

You grab a handful of his hair and pull his head back faster than he expects. “If you can use your mouth like that, then I’ll give you my hunger.” He kisses you hard, and pushes you onto the bed, and in one motion, pulls your shorts and panties off. His head is between your legs and you feel his mouth softly kiss your inner thigh. He is apparently trying to slow things down. Your mind is filled with his thoughts. His perspective. You smell your own damp pussy, and taste yourself on his tongue. At the same time you feel his teeth softly around your clit hood, in your mind you feel the clit between your teeth. Your head starts to spin. It’s like being two people at the same time. The feeling of his mouth, licking and sucking, working you to an orgasm, as you taste your excitement through him. You cum hard.

The wolf wakes. You pull him on you. “Fuck me now or I’ll eat you alive.” You smell surprise and fear on him. Your skin feels warm and starting to itch. “I’m not going to transform.” You say under your breath, as you feel him put his hard prick into you. The lust of the wolf fills your mind and blocks his shared thoughts. You wrap your legs around him and pull him tighter into you. His chest rubs against your nipples, as you scratch down his back again. He’s all the way in you and thrusting so he rubs your clit as he goes back and forth harder. You feel pleasure build again, and you grip his back as you cum this time. “On all fours” The wolf presses in your mind. “From behind. Like with the Pack.” You rarely feel the wolf inside of you fight so hard on a New Moon. But it is awake and horny. Joseph pulls out and helps you flip over. You don’t know if he climaxed. You don’t really care. You want him to fuck you from behind, hard and fast.

“Whatever you want.” You hear a distant voice say. The blood is pounding through your veins, as he grips your hips and thrusts deep and hard into you.

“Yes!” You scream. You squat down on your haunches so he has better access, pounding and trusting. You rock back and forth so hard, you don’t know he’s fucking you or you’re pleasuring yourself with him. It doesn’t matter. You feel teeth on the back of your neck as his fingers rub your clit. Both sensations push you over the edge again. The wolf howls in satisfaction.

Your breathing and heart rate slows, and you feel sweat on your skin. All good signs, as you roll over and sit up. The wolf is satisfied and drifting off to sleep.

“Is that what’s inside of you?” Joseph asks as he grabs a towel and wipes himself.

“Yes, what did you see and feel?” You ask, almost afraid of the answer. He gently flashes into your mind how you looked and felt to him. The physical image of you, mixes with the ghostly image of the wolf, clawing, biting, and howling.

“That’s why I bit the back of your neck. I didn’t draw blood, but put enough pressure for the wolf to enjoy.” He says with a wink and smile.

“Like the Pack does during our mating orgies.” You nod in understanding. “Did you finish? Or should I exert my humanity on you and focus on your pleasure?”

“This was a truly unique experience. Sharing a hot shower, wouldn’t be a bad way to finish, unless you are done with me and kicking me out?” He responds with another sly smile.

“The wolf is asleep, so a shower might do us both some good before I go to sleep too.” You say as you stand up, kiss him, and lead him to the bathroom.

The next morning you go to the hotel breakfast nook for the complimentary continental breakfast. Your senses are assaulted by eggs, French toast, bacon, and sausages, all in warming pans. There is fresh fruit, yogurt, and cold cereal too. You want something hot and full of protein, so you make up a plate with eggs, sausages, and bacon. You also grab some fruit too.

Betty is sitting by herself drinking a glass of juice, so you sit across from her. She smiles. “So you and Joseph had a good night?”

You get a slightly worried look, “Did he tell you…”

She reassuringly places her hand on yours. “No. You were both just mentally loud. Did you take down your wall?”

“Oh that’s why in the shower, he had me do the ‘think of a solid stone wall’ thing.” You say as you nibble on a strip of bacon.

“I enjoyed the howl. Both mentally and physically.” She winks and sips her juice.

Alice comes into the dining room, back in her blond teen aged girl form but looking sleepy and tired. She pours a tall cup of black coffee and slowly moves to your table.

On the television, the news is talking about the headlines. “In the latest update on the Billionaire Politician Pedophile scandal…”

“When we go ‘trolling for predators’ too bad we can’t take care of him.” You comment.

“Mmmmm. I know my kind tries to work quietly in the shadows but we could…” Betty starts to say.

“No. The Dark Lord says all politicians are off limits. They belong to him and we can’t touch them.” Alice says in a quiet tone as she sips her coffee. You don’t know if she is joking but both you and Betty look at each other and shrug.

“So why are you so tired?” you ask.

“Yes, where you were you all night?” Betty finishes

“In local news the police are searching for a man in a devil costume who terrorized teens last night.” The shaky cell phone images taken by teens playing a video game, show a large red demon with huge black horns scratching at a glass door, as his long, forked tongue licks it, and his groin area is pixelated. Another video shows him chasing screaming teens at a pool party. “Please contact the local police if you have any information about the incidents.”

Alice looks at the TV screen and wickedly smiles “I was a little busy. Some teens were trying to call a Demon, while playing a game. I thought I would give them what they wanted. After that, I just had a little more fun.”

“After breakfast, let’s check out and get back on the road.” Betty says like an irritated parent.

You nod, but smile “But if we need, I hear that Joseph Smith is a good local attorney.”

(I hope you enjoyed this next chapter of my Supernatural tales. If you want more, tell me in the comments. If you enjoy my writings, follow and subscribe. See you next time.)

Resting During a Road Trip - Part 1

How many months have you been on the road with them? Has it been two or three Moons? The Pack leaders would scold you for losing track of months, but in your defense, you can feel which time of the month it is. Between your natural body clock and the supernatural shifts with the full moon, you know what part of the month it is, you just have forgotten which month.

The air is still warm and pleasant as Betty continues to drive from small town to small town. You hadn’t been to this part of the country. When you left the mountains and forests, you came onto mostly straight ribbons of highway, cutting through farms, ranches, and orchards. It feels so good lying your head back on the seat, with the top down, letting your hair flow behind you. It’s almost like running in wolf form, but you cautiously guard your thoughts so Alice nor Betty scold you again about ‘thinking too loudly’.

It’s the New Moon. when have the most control over shifting. This week you can stay human if you want and even sleep in a bed. Maybe that’s what you need tonight? When Betty pulls into a truck-stop to refuel, and let Alice get some snacks, you ask her. “Betty? Do you have plans on where to stop for the night?”

She watches the readout on the pump and also keeps an eye on Alice. “Not Really. There is a good-sized town up ahead. I thought about calling ‘Al’ to see if there are any of my people here. I don’t want grab snacks in someone else’s territory.”

At that point Alice dances out of the convenience story with an armload of sugary drinks, candy, and beef sticks. She is dancing like a little kid, which with her blond hair and small frame, she could pass as, or maybe she shifted again to look younger and smaller?

“Alice. Did you pay for all that?” Betty asks as she finishes and puts away the nozzle.

“Yes, Mama Leech” she responds like a spoiled brat, and showing a hand full of bills and change. You look at her with a skeptical eye. “Where did you get the money?”

Before Alice can answer, Betty says. “Don’t ask, let’s just go.”

“Yes. I ha-ve my snacks! No-thing for the Leech and no-thing for the Wolf-ie.” Alice sings as she hops in the front passenger seat. You realize that Alice probably conjured up money. You aren’t sure how long a demon’s magic money lasts, but you agree with Betty and climb in back.

As the sun is going down, you see it shimmering on the wide river as you cross. You remembered that rivers were the economic lifeblood of countries in the past century but you had never crossed over one so wide. Looking out, you see small boats and barges moving up and down, but then you realize they must be huge because they are so far away on the river.

As much as you enjoy wolf form, you also enjoy evenings when you don’t have that hunger burning, nor the itching of your skin. When those feelings happen, transformation is the only thing that makes it better. But transforming is painful as it happens. Your bones snap and repair, your muscles stretch and rip, and hair grows everywhere. When the transformation is done, the pain is gone, but the hunger is there. It is nice to have a night without it. The Pack leaders taught you that as you age, you will control it better, and deal with it easier. But on Full Moon nights, you almost lose all control. No sleeping in a bed on those nights.

The sky goes from blue, to light orange, and eventually to purple as the almost invisible circle of moon sets on the horizon along with the sun.

Betty pulls up to a chain motel. Not too fancy and not too cheap. “Do they have any available rooms?” you ask. 

Betty smiles. “You really weren’t paying attention while I was driving, were you?”

You shake your head as you grab your backpack.

“I called ‘Al’ while I was driving and asked him for a hotel and some local contacts. He made the reservations, and would get back to me later with the rest.”

“Do you trust Alice in a room of her own?” you ask looking to the demon who now looks like a 10-year old boy eating a chocolate bar.

‘He’ holds out his hand to Betty. “I want to stay in your room Mommy. Big Sister smells funny, like a wet dog.” ‘He’ then sticks his tongue out at you, which is still long and forked. You shake your head following them in. Betty gives the front desk her information, and confirms two room, next to each other. One with two double beds and one with a single queen. “I wanna be a queen.” Alice says like a spoiled brat.

You look at ‘him’. “Little Brother, only girls can be queens, you would have to be a king.” As the woman behind the front desk smiles and hands Betty the room keys.

In your head you hear very loudly “I know all about Queens. I’ve known many a boy or man who was a queen.”

You take your card from Betty and go to your room. Alice starts skipping still holding on to Betty’s hand “I’m gonna be a Queen, I’m gonna be a Queen.” ‘He’ sings.

As you get to your room, you look at them, “So shall we meet up for dinner?”

“Not tonight Lucy. When ‘Al’ calls me back, I might be busy.”

“And what about ‘Little Brother’” you ask.

“I’m going out to pla-y and you’re not in-vi-ted.” ‘He’ sings.

“Whatever.” You respond.

Your room is the standard hotel room, with a queen bed, small bath room, mini-fridge, and other amenities. You sniff the air, smelling cleanser, and fresh laundry. As you put your pack on the bed, you notice the small binder, with the hotel’s name on the cover. Aside from the TV channel list and miscellaneous phone numbers, you find a list of local restaurants and a strip-map. Apparently there is a national chain wing place, and the usual other fast food restaurants all within walking distance. “Chicken wings and a beer. I like the sound of that.” You say aloud to yourself. “But let’s grab a shower first.”

Stripping off your t-shirt, jeans, and underwear, you throw them into a laundry bag. “I’ll ask Betty about hitting a laundromat again.” There are times when you wished you had Alice’s powers. She creates whatever clothing she wants to wear, and changes her looks to fit her mood. Tonight a 10-year old boy, tomorrow a 65-year old woman, or whatever she thinks will be the most fun.

The water in the shower feels so good. It’s nice and hot as it flows down your body. The water pressure isn’t great but you’ve had much worse on this road trip, and it is much better than bathing in mountain stream with members of your Pack.

You lather up the washcloth and scrub all over. Your face, your neck, around your breasts, your stomach, between your legs, and then down your legs. Truck-stop showers have better water pressure, but this feels more private. Using the complimentary shampoo, you thoroughly wash your hair. Your fingernails scratching your scalp as you work the lather. You silently chuckle at that, thanking whatever Higher Power there is, that you don’t have your claws.

After you rinse and dry off, you look in the mirror. Life on the road hasn’t been bad. You’ve encountered runaways and drifters who look so much worse. Thankfully you have Betty and Alice. If you would have stayed with the Pack, you’d probably look the same. Maybe have a little of that “biker slut” look that so many of the Pack bitches eventually develop. No, you look like a hiker, toned, healthy, and slightly tanned.

Pulling on a pair of denim shorts, a t-shirt, and your sneakers, you grab your wallet, cellphone, and room key. Time for some chicken wings.

As you get closer, you smell deep fried chicken and old beer. This place looks just like in the commercials, with large screen TVs showing various ball games and sports. Most of the customers look to be other people staying at the hotel. You sit at a small table, and look at the menu as you take a quick glance at the truckers, tourists, and travelers. “Blend in with the Three T’s.” your Pack leaders once told you.

The waitress comes up “What can I get for ya’?” She asks. You sniff the scent of sweat, perfume, and hair spray. She has apparently been working all day.

“I’ll have a plate of wings, extra spicy, a glass of dark beer.” Thinking that will help block the various scents you are starting to pick up.

“Be right back” She says, turning and checking on the family at the next table over. “Are you folks doing alright?”

You turn your attention to the game. It’s baseball. You’re not really sure who’s playing, but the announcer is just rattling off game statistics. Before the change, you probably couldn’t have heard any of it, nor smelled the sunscreen coming from the family at the nearby table.

That was one of the nice things about traveling with Betty and Alice. Betty has a scent like spiced wine or incense, along with whatever expensive cologne she wears, and Alice has a light smell of sulfur. At first it was a little off putting, but you think that’s why Betty keeps the top down.

A tall, dark beer is set down in front of you. You say “Thank you” to the waitress and take a sip. The roasted malt smell is what you really wanted. The flavor is good too, but the smell is a good distraction until the wings arrive.

A moment later, you notice Betty and a man walk in. He’s dressed like a businessman or a banker, just getting off of work, with the neck of his shirt unbuttoned and his sportscoat over his shoulder. Both of them have that spicy wine scent.

“Can we join you or should we get our own table?” a thought loudly enters your mind. Instead of thinking back at her, you stand up and wave them over. You still aren’t practiced at using ‘mind speech’.

They come over. “Lucy, this is Joseph. Joseph, this is Lucy, one of my two traveling companions.”

He reaches for your hand and kisses the back of it. “Happy to meet you.” When he smiles you see his long canines. Sharp enough to cut skin.

“I ordered a plate of wings. Would you two like something?”

When the waitress shows up, and they both get the boneless wings with extra spicy sauce. Instead of beer, they both order bottled water. “I might get a snack later, and most of them already have alcohol in their blood.” She thinks at you, as Joseph nods and smiles.

“So, are you both going for ‘snacks’ together?” you ask, aloud. This is the first time you’ve had two vampires together.

“We might. Truckers are always easy. We have to be a little more cautious about tourists, especially families.” He says as he sips his water.

Betty places her hand on Joseph’s “He’s local and his territory covers this and the next county. I told him we are just passing through, and with the New Moon, you won’t need any special arrangements tonight.”

When the food arrives the discussion continues about “life on the road” but Joseph is really curious about being a werewolf. He doesn’t know any in the area and you are the first one he has encountered. He compliments you on your clean, woodsy scent. He then blushes. Apparently Betty thought to him that all werewolves have a faint smell of forest to them. “I didn’t mean anything by it. It’s just that..”

You nod, “Compared to the smell of deodorant, sweat, and sunscreen, it’s a pleasant scent. You don’t have to apologize. Both of you have that incense, spicy wine scent.”

After eating, Betty excuses herself and heads towards the rest rooms.

“I know that we just met, and I know that it’s very forward of me, but I would like to take you somewhere and make love to you. Not drink from you, but feel the animal passion within you during sex.”

“What about Betty? Weren’t both of you going to get a ‘snack’?”

He nods towards the restrooms. “She’s already found one. Has she shared her mental projections with you?”

You slowly nod. “She has done it a couple of times. I’m not really good with this telepathy thing.”

He softly places his hand on yours, “I could teach you more about Mind Speech.” The voice in your head is soft and musical. It feels warm and inviting. You feel a gentile tingling, almost like the wolf is stirring. Not enough to wake up, but enough to make you hungry again, and not for food. “Oh, so should we continue this back at your hotel room?” His voice silently asks you. Nodding, you take his hand, and pick up the check. He shakes his head. “Betty will take care of it. If she wanted you to pay, she wouldn’t have picked up a snack before we left.” He says aloud with a wink and a smile.

An impassioned grunting fills your head along with the feeling of your pussy being filled. Not your vagina, but obviously Betty’s. “Yes, I’ll pay the bill. I’m almost done.” Her voice moans in your head, and then silence. 

The waitress sees you and Joseph get up. He quietly says to her, “Our friend in the restroom said she will pay. If she doesn’t, call my office and we’ll settle up tomorrow.” And he hands her his business card. 

She smiles and winks at him. “I know who you are Joseph. I’ve seen your ads in town.”

Outside, you ask “Your ads?” 

He hands you a business card. “Joseph Smith, Esq. Attorney”. “Now shall we go to your room?”

(Come back tomorrow for Part 2.)

Mistress and Her Servant - Part 7 - Changing Jobs

 

The rest of that week, you got into a new routine. After work, instead of picking up strange guys, or going to the club, you joined your husband for a workout at the local gym. You wore yoga pants and an exercise bra that accented your shape. It wasn’t that you were out of shape, like your husband had been months ago, but you could use a little toning and shaping.

After the first few sessions, you felt better, more in control of yourself. There were a few times when you watched your husband on the machines. His muscles were flexing and pumping in ways you hadn’t noticed. You drew a few stares and glances from men working out, but that was expected. What you hadn’t expected, was a few women and men watching your husband. This turned you on a little. “He’s mine. All mine.” You thought.

Also during the week you also examined your outfits for work. Yes, they looked professional but they didn’t make you feel strong and powerful. During your lunch breaks, you went the high-end stores downtown, to try on and get new dresses and outfits for work. The one that you enjoyed the most was a form fitting pencil skirt, with a slit up the back, and a matching blazer. You found a silk top in a contrasting color. The whole thing accented your shape and made you feel like you could do anything.

One other thing you wanted, was something that you already had in the works. You wanted financial security to do whatever you wanted. It was the easiest to do, because when you first joined the company, you were offered employee stock purchases, and the company 401K. With every promotion you received and every annual bonus, you bought more of the company stock, and added to your 401K. You pulled up a spreadsheet showing what was in your ‘nest egg’. It was already over $1 million. If you cashed out and paid everything off, you’d have find another job, but if you simply kept most of it invested, and cashed out what you needed, you could live comfortably. That didn’t include your husband’s income from his warehouse job. “It’s not ‘Fuck you’ money, but it is getting there.” You told yourself.

You felt better, stronger, and more confident. The clients noticed it too because, during meetings they listened to and acted on your ideas and suggestions. Your coworkers noticed the change, including Evan, the guy you had the affair with, so many months ago. One day he came up behind you and caressed your ass. “Mmmm That feels firm. Firmer than the last time I touched it.”

Without stopping what you were doing, you replied. “Too bad you are such a bad lay, or I’d take you in the storeroom and ride you until I got tired. Go back to your wife, she seems to enjoy you.”

He had never heard you respond so directly to him. In the past you would have swatted his hand away, or looked around nervously, hoping that others didn’t see the two of you, but that was the old you. A weaker you, whose reactions would have just given him power. This time he walked away in stunned silence.

All of this was going really well for you until “The Meeting”. It was a supposed to be proposal meeting for a new client. As always, you and your coworkers gathered in the conference room, to review the proposal documents and discuss strategies, prior to the client’s arrival. While most of them were sitting at the table, you walked around and used the remote to advance copies of the documents on the screens. You explained that, “This is a new company, and we should see where they plan on expanding and growing. We have the contacts who might be able to help this company penetrate into markets they previously hadn’t.”

Most of the men around the table read their pages or wrote notes, but Evan leaned back in his chair turned his crotch towards you. “You know all about having new areas penetrated. Maybe you should just dazzle them with your oral skills?”

A couple of the men were shocked by Evan, and one even blushed. Evan had a broad smile on his face like he had just scored. You walked closer, and leaned over him, showing him more of your cleavage. “You have no idea what my skills are now days. And as far as penetrating new areas, just because you think you’ve got the biggest dick in the room, you have no idea how to use it. I could give your wife a better night without even trying.” At that point your Boss walked in. Evan looked white as a sheet as your Boss called you to his office.

He sat behind his desk, had you close the door, and had you take a seat. “You have been with us for a number of years and done well. Recently you had some wonderful proposals and ideas. I’m not sure what I heard in there between you and Evan. Would you care to explain?”

As you sat in the chair, you crossed your legs in a way that raised the hemline, showing off more of them. He glanced down for a moment, then concentrated on your face. You softly smiled at that, knowing that he was checking you out too. “No sir. That was a private matter between me and him. I’m sorry that it was brought up in front of others. I could say something like ‘He started it’ or ‘he asked for it’. But I know better.”

He steepled his fingers. “What should we do? I can’t have you and Evan on the same contracts anymore.”

You uncrossed your legs and leaned forward on his desk. “Sir, according to company policy, I need to attend ‘Sexual Harassment Training’ and ‘Conflict Resolution’. I believe both are required before you can assign me to any new clients.”

Still steepling his fingers he leaned back in his chair, looked at the ceiling. “Go down to HR. Sign up for the classes. If any of your coworkers file a complaint, you know I will have to act on it?”

“Yes sir. Is there anything else?” You asked as you stood up. He shook his head and called down to HR to tell them you were on your way.

During the classes, you realized that you were being penalized for standing up for yourself. Apparently none of your other coworkers filed a complaint, so your comments and reaction didn’t rise to the level of ‘harassment’ or ‘hostile work environment’. Yes, you should have used different words, but knowing Evan, he wouldn’t have stopped. You had to shock him. He was punished too. He also had to take the classes, but you could see that he wasn’t changing. He was just “checking the box” and then he’d go back to being his same old self. Heck, he’d already had lined up a new contract. That was when you gave them your two-weeks notice.

When you told your husband about your decision, he held you in his arms. “I’ll support any decision you make.” You kissed him and told him about your ‘nest egg’. You cashed out some of it, paid off the house, cars, and other major bills. You never felt stronger and more free.

That weekend, you dressed up in a black wrap-around that made you look like a lawyer. Your husband gave you a slight smile, as he held the door for you. You kissed him on the cheek, “You are my good boy. Stay close.”

Madam Shade saw both of you. “Damn Girl, that’s what I was talking about. Are you sure you want to be here tonight?”

“Yes, Madam Shade. I think I’ll find someone to use, toss him back tonight.” You responded. Then you looked around and found a guy, with is “servant girl”. He fucked you in front of your husband before, but this night you want to use him and then leave.

You led them to one of the circular loveseats, and had his girl remove his pants. “Now suck him so he is hard.” You commanded her while your servant slowly removed your dress. You had nothing on underneath and it felt great. As she sucked her master’s hardening cock, you grabbed his head and pressed it against your crotch. “Lick me.” You commanded. Then you motioned for your servant to suck your nipples. It all felt so good. “He’s hard for you Mistress.” A small voice said below you.

You grabbed his hair and pulled his head back. Then you slowly lowered yourself onto him. “Use your talented mouth on my man.” You said to the servant girl. She smiled and did as you commanded. Soon you bounced up and down hard, and rubbed your clit so you came with a fierce intensity as you watched your husband’s smooth dick being sucked. You then stood up, turned and faced her master. You grabbed his cock and stroked it. “Do you want to cum?” you asked in a low seductive tone. 

“Yes.” He responded. 

You gripped him firmly. “Yes, Mistress, you mean.” You corrected him. 

He nodded “Yes, Mistress.” 

You stroked him until it shot and dripped all over your hand. Instead of wiping it, you turned his servant girl to you and said “Lick it clean.” She smiled and did it. You then dressed and left the Club.

As you entered the car, your husband asked, “Are you sure that was all you wanted?”

You winked and smiled. “You are going to take me home, and you are going to give me the rest of what I want tonight.”

“Very good, Mistress”

A short time later, you heard about “The Dungeon” and that they were looking for Dominatrixes. You signed up and set your persona, as “Mistress Monica”, specializing in role playing a Boss, a Lawyer, a Doctor, or other business professionals. You work primarily in a room set up as an office, but you also requested that they set up the room next door like a boardroom, with a sturdy table and optional restraints. What you enjoy most is many of your clients don’t even want to have sex with you. They need you to order them around and when necessary, punish them. It turns you on and when you go home, your own Servant is happy to give you the pleasure you need.

“What a long, strange trip it’s been.” You sing to yourself as you check the time and prepare for your next client. 

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Mistress and Her Servant - Part 6 - Making Changes

 

You are at “The Dungeon”, making minor adjustments to your room before your client arrives. The room is set up like an office, with a sturdy wooden desk and a rolling chair. You recommended some cheap bookshelves with expendable knickknacks, that way the room looks professional and can be used as “The Boss’s Office”, “The Principal’s Office” or any other office where the client wants an office setting. It reminds you of the office of your manager, before you left your business consulting job. You would probably still be there if you hadn’t decided that you needed to make major changes in your life.

About 6 months ago, you brought your husband to The Club, and he was celebrated for being a finalist in the “No Nut Month” competition. He looked so sexy both in and out of his butler’s outfit. Sometimes you don’t know which turns you on more, knowing that he does as you command, getting fucked while he watches, or the pleasure you get from him lovingly cleaning you up afterwards.

At first, going to The Club, and picking up guys, who were longer and thicker than your Servant was a turn on. But after a while, you realized that they weren’t really fucking you, they were just fucking any hole that they could. You were giving your power and control over to them.

One night, you brought your Servant, in his full butler’s outfit. You think he looks sexy in it, but you never tell him that. You love watching him stand, rigid, awaiting your command. Ignoring women and some men, trying to get his attention, for a dance, a drink, or sex. He is loyal to you in a way that you don’t see with the other Female Led Relationships and their partners. 

On this night, before the main event started, you found Madam Shade and asked her if she will join you for a drink so you could ask a few questions. She smiled broadly, led you to her table and had her ever-present slave, always clad in only a leather G-string and spiked collar, bring you drinks. You talked with her about being “in charge”, explained that your husband encouraged you to be the dominant one in the marriage. You liked that feeling, the control, and the respect. She listened attentively, as you continued explaining that in your “day job”, you weren’t really respected. Management knew your work and liked it, but as often as not, your male coworkers took credit for ideas . You took a drink and paused for a moment.

She placed her dark hand with dagger-like fingernails on yours and asked “So what do you really want, Honey? I’ve seen some of the men who fuck you here. If that’s what you want, that’s on you. But your man,” she nods towards your servant, “he’s something special. Remember, getting railed by some big dick is fun, but if you want to command and be respected, then…”

“I want to be more like you.” You blurted out. She looked at your dress, which was another of your evening gowns with matching panties.

“Honey, everyone has their style. You don’t have to wear leather and fishnets. I just happen to like them. Wear what makes you feel confident and strong.” She looked at her watch, as her slave quietly moved behind her. “It’s show time. Take your servant home. Think about what you really want, then come back and pick which losers you wanna use.” She then got up, moving her hips in a way that is sexy to everyone watching, and walked to the stage, where her slave waited with the microphone.

You finished your drink before Madam Shade could announce whatever that night’s feature was, “Hot Wife Free for All”, “Couples Swap Spectacular”, or some other activity to get the crowd going. You walked up to your husband, took his hand and left the Club.

Silently he opened the car door and waited for you to enter. Once he was behind the steering wheel, he asked “Straight back to the house, Mistress?” You nodded, lost in thought. Once you got home, he undressed you, and then sat on the bed, “What’s a matter, my love?”

You looked at yourself in the mirror, naked except for your G-string. “I’m not sure.” You paused and turned to him. He immediately stood up and at attention. “Slowly undress for me.” You commanded. He did as he always does, carefully getting out of his tux, and laying it flat before hanging it up. His arms are more toned than you remember, as are his abs and thighs. After hanging up his butler’s tux, he is wearing only a pair of silk panties that you bought for him. There is something about seeing him like that, that turned you on. “Why are you wearing the panties?” you ask almost conversationally.

“Because you told me to, and I enjoy the feeling of them.” He responded still standing at attention. It reminded you of a scene from a war movie, the almost naked soldier standing at attention as a sergeant inspects him. 

You walked directly in front of him, reached down and started stroking him through the panties. “Is this what you like?” you asked. 

“Yes Mistress.” He responded, as he got hard in your hand. 

You gripped him firmly. “Do you enjoy watching me getting fucked by guys with big cocks?”

“Watching you, no Mistress. I enjoy seeing you orgasm. I prefer helping you climax. I wish I had what you want. But I don’t so I understand my place. And you always return to me, for which I am grateful.” As you stroked him, you looked at his waxed chest, and his belly which was flatter than you remembered.

“You have continued working out?” you asked.

“Of course, my Love. You told me I was to get in shape, keep myself smooth, use the soap and aftershave that you liked.” His dick was nice and hard in your hand.

It had been a while since you sucked him, but when you pulled him free from his panties, his smoothly waxed dick looked so tasty and ready. That night you sucked him off, then had him eat you, and then rode him again until you were sweaty and exhausted. You used him.

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Co-workers - Chapter 5 - "While the Boss is Away"

It has been a couple of weeks since you took me into the bathroom stall.

You did it a couple of times. Once in the middle of the day, and then at the end of the day. Both times were fun. The end of the day one felt just as risky as the mid-day encounter, because so many people came in to quickly use the facilities before driving home.

It was exciting and you seemed so close to getting caught. I convinced you to follow me into the Men’s room another day. The handicapped stall was the same size, but you noticed the row of urinals that you passed to get to the stalls. You mentally calculated how many people could use the facility at the same time while you both occupied the last stall. You bit your lower lip in anticipation, as you imagined four of our coworkers, standing with their flaccid pricks in their hands, and two more sitting on the porcelain thrones, as you are in the last one having your pussy licked, or riding my hard cock.

But that was a couple of weeks ago. I said that if we held off, I would find another place to try it that is completely unexpected. You agreed, but during the work week you alternated days from dressing boringly professional, to daringly casual, depending on your mood. On the days that you wore your most professional slacks, or long skirts and tops, you wore very sexy underwear underneath to hint at and tease me with. On the daringly casual days, you wore boring, almost athletic underwear, which seemed to tease and frustrate me too.

Mid-week I send you a DM “I have a plan for tomorrow afternoon. I think it will meet all of your expectations.” 

You respond. “Should I make things convenient, or complicated?”

After a few moments I type “Convenient. Time will be a factor.”

“Understood. Do you want to give me a hint?”

“No. Any hint will spoil the surprise.”

Right before lunch you walk over to my desk, your summer dress is almost see-through in the right light. “Do you want to have lunch with me?” you ask, sliding the hem of your skirt up a bit, showing your pantyhose covered leg.

I’m working on my latest project, focusing on the screen. I stop, glance at your leg, then look up at you. “I can’t have lunch with you today. The boss is still on his business trip all week, so I have to have this done and on his desk by Friday.”

You look around to make sure that no one is watching, lean forward, exaggerating your cleavage. “Are you sure I don’t have anything that you want?” You almost wish you were wearing a sexier bra instead of the sports bra.

I look into your eyes, giving you that little smile that you like so much. “I wish I could take you up on your offer, but I’m busy. I’ll make it up to you tomorrow afternoon.”

You straighten up, “So not even after-work tonight?”

I shake my head. “Not this time. But tomorrow will be special and unexpected.”

You let me focus on what I’m doing. You were hoping for a quickie or at least getting your pussy licked. But now you are curious what I have in mind for tomorrow.

You grab lunch at the snack bar, and as you do you look at all of the places you haven’t tried. Elevators, but they are way to unpredictable. The education center and library, but it’s too open, and the desks are too small. “He said something different and exciting, so it won’t be a stairway, bathroom, or conference room.” You mutter to yourself.

Joan sees you sitting alone. “No lunch partner today?” she asks.

You shake your head and motion to an empty seat. “He’s busy working on whatever the boss left him.”

Joan sets down her soda, and veggie wrap. “I thought it might be something like that. On Monday when the assignments were given, I noticed you were given separate tasks.”

You really hadn’t given it much thought. Tasks are assigned to who can best complete them whether jointly or separately. You take a bite of your sandwich. After you swallow you ask her, “When is yours’ due? Mine isn’t until later in the month.”

She wipes her mouth with a napkin. “Same here.”

“So why is his due by Friday?” you ask almost to yourself. You continue chatting about it and then change the subject, “So how are things with you and your family?”

The rest of lunch is spent listening to Joan talk about her husband, kids, and pets. You think to yourself “I’m not ready for that kind of life.”

When you both finish, she says with a friendly smile, “We should chat like this more often.”

You give her a non-committal response. You tell her you want to walk around the building for a moment, to stretch your legs. You spend a few more minutes walking around and thinking of all the places that you could have sex, but nothing really jumps out at you as the obvious answer.

You try to tease me in the afternoon, but I’m really focused on my work. At one point you come over, grab a nearby chair and sit next to me. “Is there anything I can help with?”

You slowly rub your leg against my pant leg.

I release the mouse and place my hand on your knee. “I really wish there was. I really need to finish this. Tomorrow, I promise I will make it up with something really special.” I then go back to the document I’m editing. It looks like a new contract proposal, but for a company you aren’t familiar with.

You sigh, roll the chair back along the wall, and go back to your desk. Joan looks over to you. “So what’s he working on?”

“Some new contract proposal.” You say, returning to your assignment. Joan nods and goes back to her spreadsheet.

At quitting time, everyone is logging off, except me. You walk over. “It’s quitting time. Do you wanna go get a drink or something?”

I look at my watch. “I wish I could. I’ve got more to do, including a conference call in another 30 minutes.” I stand up, look around to make sure no one is still around, and I give you a quick kiss. “Get yourself some dinner. Tomorrow wear something sexy and simple. I’ll do my best to make it up to you.”

I pull up a message with the call information, and put on my headset.

Once you are home, you look in your closet. You pull out a simple skirt that goes below the knees, and a plain blouse. Simple and easy access. You also lay out your lacy yellow half-cup bra and crotchless panties. I liked the black set so much I had bought you more, in red, light blue, dark blue, and yellow. Trying to get colors that went well with your outfits.

The next morning, you feel sexy walking into the building. You are wearing your calf high boots, which you know turn me on. I’m already in the office. I have on different clothes so I didn’t work all night.

Walking slowly and seductively towards me, you ask, “So when do I get my surprise?”

I look around and quietly respond, “At the end of the day, when everyone is gone. I’m almost done.” You watch me assemble a large report with spreadsheets and data charts.

All day you try not to think about it, but you have a nervous energy, trying to focus on work but also wondering where we are going to go. When the day ends, you power down your computer and gather your purse. Joan is also leaving. She looks at you, then glances towards me and whispers “Good luck.” You give her a quick smile. You aren’t sure if she knows what I have planned or if she just thinks you are taking me out on a date. Either way, it gives you a little tingle of anticipation, knowing that Joan might know, and could even come back and catch you.

Lost in thought, you don’t notice me coming up behind you. A large binder under my arm. “Are you ready?” I ask.

You quickly look around and notice that the lights in the office are being turned off as folks leave. You look around “We aren’t going to do it here?” you quietly ask.

I smile, shake my head, and take your hand. “Follow me.”

I lead you to the executive offices. The doors are closed and have cypher locks. You watch as I punch the code for our boss’s door and open it. The office is dark. I turn on the tall but weak floor lamp, and have you close and lock the door behind you. “The boss wanted this proposal on his desk before he returns on Monday. I already emailed it to him, but he wants a hardcopy version to show upper management.”

You watch as I carefully clean off the desk. “Even if he comes back early, he won’t be back today. This is a once on a lifetime opportunity.” I say as I motion for to sit on his desk and raise up your skirt. You do and quickly look around to make sure there aren’t any security cameras in the room. As I get on my knees and part your legs, I say “I checked with security. I told them I would be here tonight finishing the report. They told me they appreciate it, but don’t have cameras or alarms in this room.” You feel my hands on your thighs. “Mmmm Wearing the yellow ones today. A good choice.” I softly kiss your bare inner thigh. As I kiss and lick closer to your damp pussy, you unbutton your top and play with your nipples. The lace on the top of the half cup bra has been rubbing against your nipples all day. Now you roll and pull them. My hands slide under your ass as I lick up and down your wet cunt lips. This is what you have wanted all week. I lick and suck your clit as you pull your nipples and enjoy your first orgasm.

I smile and stand up, kissing you. “Now that you are fully wet and ready, I want to fulfill my fantasy.” I pull you to your feet, turn you around, and bend you over the desk. The polished wood top feels cool against your chest. You feel me raise your skirt up over your ass, hear me unzip my pants, and they drop to the floor. My hands knead your firm butt cheeks as I move my hard cock along your waiting pussy lips. You feel me slide it in, then I hold you down. I start fucking you slowly, but then speed up. Going deeper and harder. “Tell me how much you love getting fucked on the Boss’s desk. How you wish I was your boss. You are my little cumslut secretary, getting used by me.”

I rarely talk like this. You find it different. You imagine all the movie scenes of a boss and his secretary having sex. It is arousing. I release one hand, and you feel it on your clit, rubbing as I keep thrusting into you. You are enjoying it, so you moan loudly in pleasure.

You hear the ding of the elevator. We both stop. My cock buried deep inside of you.

We listen as we hear footsteps and a voice. “This is roving patrol, checking the executive offices.”

“Good Copy. Call when you finish.” The security desk answers.

Your heart is beating faster with excitement as footsteps get closer. You feel my other hand cover your mouth, as I slowly and deliberately piston in and out of you. While my cock works in and out of you, and my fingers continue rubbing your clit, you hear the doorknob of another office rattle. My hand is tight over your mouth as I thrust harder. Another doorknob rattles. You imagine how it will be, the door will open, your chest pressed on the desk, and my cock deep in your cunt. You imagine the beam of a flashlight on you. It excites you so much and another wave of pleasure moves through you. You feel me thrust and hold it, as my hard prick floods your hungry pussy.

The doorknob rattles. “All the offices are secure.” You hear. “Moving down to the next floor.”

“Good Copy. Call when you get there.” The security desk answers again.

You hear the elevator ding. A moment later, you feel my softening prick slide from you, as cum drips on the floor.

I pull up my pants and then you straighten up. My lips are warm and damp with sweat as I kiss you. You put your arms around my neck, as I hug you. “Was that everything I promised?” I ask in a whisper. 

You press your forehead against mine. I am wringing wet with sweat. “Let’s go to my place, clean up, and have dinner.”

I nod. “Let’s put the office back the way it’s supposed to be, first.”

We quickly put everything back on the desk, wipe up the spooge stains on the carpet with napkins found in a drawer, and place the presentation binder on the center of the desk. We both check each other to make sure our clothes are straight, and then leave, ensuring the door locks behind us. Stepping from the elevator, we see the security desk. He nods as we head for the exit. “Were you able to finish what you needed?”

We both smile. I answer “Yes, It’s all done, and on the boss’s desk for when he returns.”

You take my hand. “He worked so hard, I told him I would treat him to dinner.” You realize it is the same security guard who talked to you after the incident in the emergency stairs. 

He smiles and winks. “You have a nice night. We’ll see you in the morning.”

I kiss the back of your hand. “Thanks. Hopefully you have an uneventful night.”

We go to the parking lot which is mostly empty. You look toward the building and see a few office lights on. “I wonder if they are doing what we did?”

“You never know.” I respond as we get to our cars and drive to your place.

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