"Okay, okay... slow down there. Look, I don't mind if you rub my feet, but you can't do that. It just isn't right."
I apologized over and over. Terrified that she was going to tell my parents what happened. I begged her not to tell my parents. Tina being the wonderful person she is wasn't angry with me.
She said, "Don't worry, this will stay our little secret. I was wrong because I knew you had a foot fetish a while back. I shouldn't of let you rub my feet knowing what it was doing to you. I thought it was all harmless, but sucking my toes is taking it way too far."
The next couple of days were weird between us. I didn't leave my room out of shame. Well that and the fact I couldn't quit masturbating to what had happened. Tina finally saw me in my backyard and told me to go get my suit and come over. I was nervous, but did as she asked me to. Her posture had changed and she was no longer using the float that showed her feet. She floated over and talked to me.
"Look, it's okay. I'm not mad at you. I think you have what's called a foot fetish and one day you'll meet a woman with whom you can do all of that stuff with. It's just not right for us to do it. Does that make sense?"
I nodded and tried my best to be good. We started hanging out with no foot contact whatsoever. That only fueled my desire for her. I HAD to have those feet. I HAD to tie her up and tickle her senseless.
Then one night I heard noises outside in Tina's back porch. I looked at my clock and saw that it was about one in the morning. She was sitting out back on the porch talking to someone. The lights were off but there was enough light to see that it wasn't her husband. It was a man and they both seemed to be drinking. My room was dark and they didn't hear me crack my window open. They were laughing and drinking.
Soon the laughing stopped and I saw that they were making out. I could see Tina out there bare foot and wearing jeans. His hands were all over her. They made out hot and heavy. Tina sank to her knees and I could see her kneeling between his legs as he sat there. Her head was bobbing up and down as he moaned and had his hands on her head. I heard him say,
"Ummm your are such a bad girl Tina. I'm going to cum in your mouth if you don't stop. Unless you'd like that, you naughty little slut." He chuckled.
"No sir, I want your cum inside me." I think I heard her say.
With that he picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. The bedroom window faced mine, but the shades were drawn and I couldn't see inside. I heard all I needed to as he fucked Tina for all she was worth.
Now my devious mind started hatching a plan. I'm sure Tina would be none too happy to know that I had seen her. I was equally sure that she wouldn't want her husband to find out!
The End.
Friends with Benefits
It started out like any other normal week day. Normally, I would get up dealt with the husband and kids. Go to work. Flirt with the guys at work. Go home; deal with the husband and kids again. Sounds boring right... It is normally. Today was different though.
I have been flirting with Keith for sometime now. We both are in marriages that aren't as sexual gratifying as we would like them to be. We both have deviant sexual thoughts. How would I know this you ask? Keith is my friend; he is the one person in this office that I actually trust. Since he is a guy, I have been sharing some of my sexual thoughts with him, just to see if he reacted like my husband, Derek, the prude. Keith has helped me to feel normal, or as he jokes with me maybe we are both just sexually deviants.
I have been saying to Keith that we should hook up. Friends with benefits I say. He keeps on telling me no, he would never do that to his wife. I keep on saying come on, please. He has held his ground. Well that is until today...
While I was out to clients, Keith texted me that his chocolate candy was not wrapped well. I texted back joking with him that I had tainted it. When I got back to work, I went in his office to joke some more about it with him. The next thing you know, he was daring me (or maybe I dared myself) to stick a miniature kit-kat in my pussy. I told him I would if he ate it. We laughed; I took a kit-kat and left his office.
I proceeded to go to the ladies room. I was horny as hell after talking to Keith. There is something about him that drives me sexually insane. I have imagined what his cock looks life for years now...is it normal length? Is it thick? Is it long? Oh god, all I have wanted to do is feel it in my hands. To hold his stiff strong cock.... I start to rub my nipples as I sit in the bathroom thinking about Keith. To just suck him, till he cums, would give me so much pleasure. As I am sitting there, I start to finger fuck myself. Oh it feels so good; I wish Keith was doing it to me instead of my self. I remember the kit-kat. I start to chuckle, and insert it into my warm moist pussy. I leave it there just a second as it is starting to melt. I remove it; put it back in the wrapper. I wash my hands and then return to my desk. I text Keith:
I did my dare are you going to do urs?
No.
Please.
No.
The smell of chocolate smell and my pussy is driving me crazy.
No – besides I can't get out of my chair.
What if I cum to u?
No.
But, I want to. I really want to feel this chocolate melt more in my pussy. Will you be mad at me if I do it?
I could never be mad at you.
That was all I needed. I took that piece of chocolate and reinserted it in to my vagina. Oh, how I wished it was bigger. I could so get off on the feeling of the melting chocolate mixing with the juices inside my pussy. I walked down the hall and stood in his office door. "Keith, can you help me? I have a problem." I said as I shut his door and locked it behind me.
Do, I really have enough balls to do this, I think? All I have thought about every night for the last week was seeing him hard, touching him, and sucking him. "Did you just lock my door?," he said.
I tell him that I did. I sit in the chair, looking at him. I can feel the chocolate melting. So, I stand up, reach down and pull that melted kit-kat out of my pussy. I hold it to his lips. He doesn't respond. I then wipe the chocolate on his lips and as he opens them to lick the chocolate, I place it in his mouth. Oh, how I wish he was licking the chocolate off of my pussy. Instead, I lick my fingers enjoying the taste of chocolate and my juices.
I proceed to walk over to him and ask him if I can touch. He doesn't respond. All I want to do is feel that cock. Is it rock hard? Is it average size? I lean over his chair and start to touch. Groan, it is rock hard and at least average if not bigger. Oh, Lord I want to suck him right now.... I touch a minute longer. If I stay any longer, I am going to rape him as I know he doesn't want to be a willing participant. I then leave his office and go back to mine and text him.
I text to him:
I hope you r nt mad at me.
I told you I could never get mad at you.
I prop my feet up on my desk. And grab some Kleenexes wiping at my moist yummy chocolate pussy. I text Keith again:
I am down here cleaning up a chocolate mess. I am resisting the urge to lick my fingers.
Why are you resisting?
Location
As I inserted a finger into my pussy, out came a mixture of chocolate and wetness. I try to texting him another time:
Yummy... I couldn't resist any longer. U should cum down.
I can't.
Please it is delicious and I am going to eat it all myself.
Enjoy.
I sat there with my feet propped on my desk. Finger fucking and licking the chocolate mixed with my juices. I was sticky and wet and loving every minute of it. I sat there for 10 minutes enjoying myself and thinking about Keith. About all I can think about is his cock in my pussy; fucking each other. I don't allow myself to cum as I decided it was time to get back to work.
Everyone is gone in the office but me. Keith had a seminar to attend with a happy hour ending it. I hope he has something to drink, I thought. Maybe, I can convince him to stop by the office on his way home. I sent him a text:
I am alone in the offic
e.
No response.
Any chance u will stop by?
No response.
So u rnt going to talk to me?
No Response.
Fine whatever...
I sit there thinking about him. I wonder, does he want to fuck me and is just too devoted to Lisa to do it? Is it me that turns him on or is it the lack of attention from Lisa that makes him react to my flirting? Oh the head trash that I am dealing with. I hear a noise that brings me back to reality. I realize that someone came into the office. Probably the cleaning lady....
All of a sudden my office door flies open. It is Keith and he is looking at me with anger in his eyes. I look at him and stand up asking him "what is the matter?"
In a voice that I didn't recognize, he says, "I came to give you what you want."
He then reaches over shakes me and slaps me hard in the ass. I should be scare, but I am more turned on that I could have imagined. He pushes me hard and I slam into the desk. "I am going to fuck you now Jackie and you are going to scream for me to stop."
He grabs me by the throat and pulls me to him. I whisper "Not to hard or you will bruise me." A chill races up my spine as my pussy beings to throb and ache. Oh fuck me, please now just take me, I think. He pulls me closer, shoving his tongue forcefully into my mouth. I try to keep up with him, but he has a hunger that I can't match. I pull away and look at him and ask him "Do you want me?"
"Shut up and bend over your desk," he says as he shoves me into my desk again. I bend over and he rips my pants and undies down. I can feel him rock hard as he reaches up and grabs my tits with his one hand. His other hand, I assume is on his cock, as I feel pressed against my body.
He kicks my legs farther apart and smacks me down again. I feel his cock approaching my pussy lips. I shiver with anticipation. The brutality of his forcefulness should be making me nervous. Instead, I am dripping juices from my eager pussy. He shoves his cock into my ready pussy as hard as possible. I groan. He says to me, "Is this what you want Jackie?"
I don't say anything. "Answer me Jackie", he says as he pounds me with anger and excitement.
"Yes, Keith, this is what I want.", I say as a tear rolls down my face. What is wrong with me?, I think as he is slamming into me. I moan as he reaches his hands to my anticipating clit. He starts rubbing it hard as I moan.
"Feel good?," he asks.
"Yes, I am about to cum." As I say this, he reaches up and grabs my nipple with so much force, I scream. It hurts yet feels so good at the same time. I can feel the orgasm starting as my vagina starts to shiver and throb with the much needed orgasm. I am panting as he pulls out. "What are you doing? You haven't cum yet."
"Who said I am done with you yet. Grab your goodie bag."
I keep a goodie bag at work, with lubes, jells and other stuff. I have been know to fuck Derek in my office on a weekend, so I just keep it there in case the rare chance that Derek will want to fuck if we are driving downtown. I showed it to Keith about a week ago. What the fuck can he want in the goodie bag? I think.
He looks at me and says, "Did you forget that you tell me everything? Did you forget how much we both think about anal sex?"
My heart starts to pound in nervousness. I could never convince Derek to have anal sex. The last time I had anything in my ass it was about three years ago. I love feeling a dildo in my ass. But, it has been so long ago, I have almost forgotten how much I love it.
He takes my goodie bag and looks at me. "Do you want to put it on?"
I take the lubricant out of my bag and squeeze a good amount into my hand. I place my hand on his hard shaft and rub it. He groans in need and shoves me back bending over the desk.
I am so scared and so eager at the same time. I feel the head of his dick at my puckered asshole. I can feel him pushing slowly and find myself backing up. His head starts to enter my ass. I breathe deeply. Oh, the pain. Try to relax I tell myself. His head is entering my ass as he is moaning. He continues to push as I try to relax my sphincter muscles.
This is so different then a dildo that I controlled going into my ass. It hurts so bad, yet feels so good. He enters his shaft all the way into my ass, moaning with delight. I think I am going to pass out from the pain, although my pussy is starting to quiver. He reaches and starts to massage my clitoris. The mixed feelings are too much to handle.
"Are you ready", he asks. I nod my head yes. He starts to pull his shaft out a couple of inches and then rams it hard back in. Oh, I scream. "Did you like it?," he asks.
I nod my head yes. I have never felt anything like this. He does it again removing it farther and slamming back into me. The force of it takes my breath away. Yet, it feels so good.
He is now really fucking my ass and I find myself matching his pace. I touch my clit and start stroking it. I moan as I begin to cum, my whole pussy throbbing as my ass tightens around his hard cock.
He starts to groan and I can feel him stiffen up to cum just as I reached my peak. He fills my ass with his load. I tighten myself against his dick and pull the last bit of cum from his shaft; I can feel myself starting to cum again. I scream in delight as we both collapse against my desk.
I am not sure if I am going to be able to walk anytime soon. He is still leaning against me. He leans up and kisses me on the cheek. "I am sorry I was so rough on you. I hate the fact that I want to fuck you. I hate the fact that I just cheated on Lisa."
We slowly part from being as one. I am so sore, but yet I feel complete and whole. I have never felt so wanted in all my life. So sexy and needed. I look at Keith and say. "I am sorry too. I am sorry that I pursued you so much that I make you want me."
"Don't be sorry. I have never experienced what we just did with anyone else. I think I am going to be okay with being friends with benefits."
The End.
The Secretary
The other girls in the office don't see what I see. You know the ones I mean, the young women who still call themselves secretaries as opposed to personal or executive assistants. The ones who want to work for the young, handsome executives or the dashing, successful older ones. The ones who dress in the clingy blouses and tight little pencil skirts. The ones who want the younger ones are looking for boyfriends or husbands. The ones who want the older ones want to become little pieces on the side, kept women whose bills get paid by virtue of their ability to make old men feel young again without pharmaceutical assistance.
They don't understand how happy I am to be working for you. To them, all they see is someone in middle management. Someone nearing middle age but without the company Cadillac or vacation house down the shore to show for it. Someone with grey hair and a little too much of a midsection. Someone who isn't a sugar daddy or the kind of husband you can brag about to sorority sisters.
That's because they don't get it. I don't want a new necklace and I don't want to start planning a wedding. I just want to get fucked. And I want to get fucked by you.
I didn't even understand it myself at first. I remember on my first day here, being all shy and nervous. I needed the job and didn't want to screw things up. People all seemed friendly at first, then I got introduced to you. You'd barely gotten done shaking my hand that you grumbled about having to waste time getting me up to speed and how you needed me to "hit the ground running". I didn't even understand it that night as I lay in bed, my hands under the waistband of my panties. I fucked myself for hours that night, until I was sore and raw and my sheets were soaked through.
I didn't really understand it until later that week. You looked constantly angry. Everything you said was always joined by some annoyed or exasperated remark. Anger at the "bootlickers" who'd been promoted ahead of you or the "morons" you supervised. Little remarks about how they don't pay you enough or how under appreciated you are. About how your wife and daughters were giving you hell. Finally, after one shouting match on the phone, I remember hearing you say the words that helped me put the heat I felt into words.
"One of these days," yo
u said, "I'm just going to explode."
I remember you saying those words and my mouth going dry and my panties getting soaked. One of these days all of your frustrations, the ones that had been building for 25 years at this job and 23 years of marriage, were going to bubble up and over. And I wanted to be the one you lost control around. The one that you lost your composure with. I wanted every little drop of resentment you'd ever felt as you climbed the corporate ladder, every little bit of energy you saved when you swallowed your tongue instead of telling your wife to fuck off, the rage at every incompetent employee or slow bank teller or speeding ticket. I wanted it all to just rush out of you as you used my body. To have all that accumulated tension channelled into your cock and pounded into my dripping pussy. To be a sort of human stress ball that just absorbed all of it when you, after fucking me with a savage intensity and roughness, blew a huge load of hot, sticky cum into the very depths of my cunt.
I'd cum, you know. You wouldn't notice or care but with my skirt hiked up, panties yanked to one side and bent over your desk I'd cum screaming as you fucked me. Cumming for me, well, it's a mental thing. And this fantasy has me more excited than any charming smile from a pretty boy ever has. I used to be like other girls, you know, I'd go to the movies or the beach and see a great looking guy with a well toned body and that would be in my fantasies for a while. But that's gone now. Now in my mind's eye I'm being angrily fucked by a middle aged man and my fingers are bringing me off faster and more often than ever before.
I can hear it, you know, the frustration in your voice. I hear it when you buzz me and say, in that gruff demanding voice, "Tara, get in here". I can really hear it when you have no use for familiarities and say "Ms. Devereaux, get in here now". I can feel myself get wet when you say that, feel it drip to my thighs as I walk into your office to take notes or be sent on an errand. Every time I hope you look at me with naked lust and let me know that the reason you called me in was so I could get on my knees and open my mouth wide as you stuff every inch of your cock into my throat but, no, so far it's just the usual stuff.
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