The Devil Wants More

by Sarah Westerly

  “Tell me what you’re doing or else I’ll say the word,” he anxiously yelled out. I couldn’t believe how much of a pussy he was.

  I lined the dildo up, outside of his precious hole and let it rest there for a moment. I felt him brace for what he knew was coming. With the gentleness of a bucking bronco, I thrust the rubber phallus inside of my rich boss, pushing through the resistance. While initially a tight squeeze, I felt his body release and give into it, relaxing the gatekeeper that tried to prevent entry. I fully withdrew the dildo and inserted it fully a few more times. I could see Mr. Steele’s fists clenched with each penetration. On my last entry, I pushed the rubber cock as far as I could get it inside of Mr. Steele and I let it stay there, a truly uncomfortable position for the wealthy man. He wiggled and squirmed as he worried because he didn’t know where I was.

  I picked up one of the candles I had lit, a puddle of hot liquid had formed underneath the flame. I tipped the candle over on a metal shelf above Mr. Steele, allowing it to still burn as wax dripped onto his back. The slow, steady drops of extreme heat caused him to yelp. I removed my mask and brought myself around the table so that I could be face to face with this prick. His eyes were closed tight, trying to get past the incredible pain he was in.

  With my face just inches from his, I spoke. “You should be careful who you fuck with,” I told him as a devilish grin lit up my face. When he finally looked up and saw who he had put himself in the mercy of, his eyes grew huge. A man of great wealth and power does not get to be so without being incredibly wise and careful. This was one of the only times he had made a mistake and it was a huge one.

  I collected my things and headed to the door. Knowing how much he cherished his privacy, I figured out the last punishment I could inflict. I opened the door and walked right through it, leaving it wide open for all to see. Mr. Steele continued to scream from the pain he was in, causing everyone in the hall to look in. There was one of the most powerful men in the world with his ass in the air and a rubber penis jammed inside. He was as helpless as a baby at this point and everyone was afraid to intervene in case this was his plan all along. I picked up my pace to get out of there; the organizers of the event would soon find out the truth about what happened.

  The cold fresh air outside hit me like a ton of bricks. I couldn’t believe how well the night had gone. I may be unemployed by tomorrow afternoon but nobody could ever take away what I was able to accomplish in that room. I would never allow myself to be treated like that again.

  *****

  The next morning I walked into the office early. I knew what was coming and hoped they had the decency to do it before the whole office arrived for the day. I put my feet up on the desk and ate my breakfast.

  People slowly began to file into the office and it was more of the same, I was barely acknowledged. Nobody wants to associate with a dead man. I watched Barbara sift through things that I assumed were my termination papers. She couldn't even look in my direction. I wished I could convince her to go to Reu. I sat quietly and waited for the deed to be done. I wasn't just going to walk out on my own, they were going to have to tell me to leave.

  Soon after the rest of the office arrived, they all stood up suddenly as Mr. Steele entered the office. Here we go. I remained in my seat. I saw where being a good soldier got me so fuck it, why bother?

  Chester Steele, the billionaire businessman, walked briskly without even a hint of the punishment that had been inflicted on him the night before. He didn't even look in my direction and disappeared behind his office's door. I sat and waited for the inevitable.

  I waited. And waited some more but nothing was happening. They were the ones torturing me now. Instead of feeling dread, I was reliving the previous night over and over in my head and laughing to myself.

  Shortly before lunch, I heard Mr. Steele use his intercom to call Barbara into his office. She came over and before going in, gave me a look of phony sympathy. She soon disappeared in the office, readying everything for my dismissal. I played with my nails, cool as a cucumber.

  I was startled when Mr. Steele's door suddenly opened. Barbara exited in a tizzy and gave me a look of pure disdain before returning to her desk. I was confused. Mr. Steele buzzed me on the intercom and asked me to come into his office. I went in to figure out what was going on.

  Mr. Steele sat at his desk, unable to look me in the eye. He had a stack of papers in his hand which he held out in my direction.

  "Copy these and make sure they get down to archives."

  I was frozen in place, unsure of what to make of it.

  "Now!" he yelled and I rushed to do as I was told before he stopped me. "And one more thing,” he finally looked me in the eye, “when we're in here, I'll fuck with whoever I damn well please."

  I was about to leave with his papers but wanted to establish that the paradigm had shifted. I turned back towards Mr. Steele. “Understood. If you need me, I’ll be in the elevator.”

  Mr. Steele flashed the smile I wasn’t used to seeing.

  *****

  We Shouldn't

  (Taboo Naughty Cheating)

  by Candy Socks

  © 2015 Candy Socks / 7 Inch Books

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  We Shouldn't

  ******

  Oh Kerry Damone!

  Colin’s mind had gone off the plantation since he read the email sent by old unrequited crush. It had been years since they had seen each other and this simple email flooded Colin’s mind with all of the old lustful thoughts that had lay dormant for years.

  Those tits, testing the limits of her shirt, ready to burst out at anytime. That ass. Oh that magnificent ass that swayed as she walked.

  He writhed around on his bed, not in control of his body’s reaction to this over stimulation. Thinking about the low cut shirts she used to wear, Colin’s body let him know he would have to take matters into his own hands soon. If not, he’d be walking around with a massive erection for the rest of the day. As he prepared for the relieving procedure, a knock at the door.

  Caught completely off-guard, Colin quietly scrambled to put his clothes back in place and tucked his rock-hard throbbing member into the waistband of his boxers. Casually he strode to the door and opened it in the suavest way possible. It was his mother standing in the hallway.

  “Hey, again, welcome back. It’s good to have you home, even if it’s just for a few weeks.” She had a knack for arriving at his door at the worst possible moments. He had moved out of his parents’ house years ago but to this day, still anticipated someone interrupting him whenever he would try and jerk off.

  “Your father and I really appreciate you taking your only vacation time to come down here and help us get the house ready.” Colin only heard some of her words as he was closely monitoring the boner he hoped would go down. The one that was alarming him by staying firm.

  “Yeah mom, no problem.” Colin didn’t want to extend this conversation past where it had to be.

  “That being said, it would be great to start moving things out of the basement today. Your father is down there now.”

  “Ok, I’ll be down in a few minutes.” Colin attempted to close the door with those words.

  “Oh and Colin?” she had stopped herself mid-stride. He just looked at
her, waiting for a response.

  “It’s almost noon. Put some pants on.” And with that, she let Colin close his door and go back to whatever it was he was doing in there, rock hard at 11:45am on a Saturday.

  Colin retreated back to his computer monitor to reread the email that had excited him so.

  “Colin! How’ve you been? I heard you were in town for awhile. Welcome back! I’m not sure how long you’ll be around but we should totally hang out. It’s been forever. Let me know if you want to get a drink, :) Kerry.”

  How was he supposed to respond to that? Of course he wanted to get a drink. Colin and Kerry had been very flirty with each other in their younger days but nothing ever happened. There was always some funky sexual tension between them though. Colin was only home for a short trip, his first visit in years. He had anticipated hearing from old friends but ill equipped to handle interacting with a girl he so wanted to pin up against the wall and bang the hell out of.

  Mainly because of the girlfriend he had back home.

  Well too eager, he began typing a response without thinking it through:

  “Kerry! Great to hear from you. Yes, I’m back for about a month before I head back out west. I’m staying at my parents’ place. Do you remember where that is? I’d love to hang out. I’m at 511-2180, let me know what’s good. Colin.”

  He left out the part where he would tell her that he spent hours, days even, imagining how great her curves must look naked. How he dreamed of thrusting into her, sending her soft parts moving with each push while she moaned in pleasure. Remembering these elaborate fantasies that kept his mind busy so many years ago, he wondered if meeting for an innocent drink was a good idea. He would certainly be tempted. He wondered if he had made a mistake by sending an email back. Before he could over think it, he heard an alert from his phone. He had a text message. Looking at the screen, he could make out:

  “Hi, it’s Kerry. Tonight?”

  Well, he was in it now. He typed back:

  “Sonny Fitzpatrick’s? 8 o’clock?”

  Almost immediately, he received a response:

  “;)”

  No turning back now. There were an angel and a devil on his shoulders giving him advice and he was trying to listen to both of them.

  *****

  There’s a type of cold that makes a normal human being question the existence of God. Tonight it was that cold. The snow piled in the street keeping the air outside quite frigid. Colin maneuvered his trusty car around the powder covered parking lot and found an isolated spot. This spot selected because parking lines lost all meaning in these conditions and alcohol combined with ice patches made for poor drivers.

  Colin bundled up for the short walk into the bar. Opening the door, he was greeted by a welcome blast of warm air being pushed by the roaring fire at the center of the lounge. He scanned the bar and all of the booths for a sign of Kerry but didn’t see her. Removing his jacket, Colin sat at the bar and pretended to be searching for something on his phone. He ordered a manhattan, keeping an eye on the door.

  Putting his phone to use, he searched Kerry’s online profile and scanned through her pictures. There wasn’t a steady man in any of the pictures, instead just a long line of men professing their love for her on her profile’s “wall”. Maybe she was single? Better look at her bikini pictures again. How old were these? If these are recent, g’damn she's looking good.

  As he nursed the last sip of his drink, Colin was still unaccompanied. The bar was fairly empty so there was little competition for the empty seat next to him that was blanketed by the fire’s warmth. The bartender, noticing his glass, approached him.

  “Another drink, sir?”

  “Sure, manhattan.”

  As the bartender got to work preparing his drink, he kept close to Colin.

  “Just stopping in for a nightcap?”

  “No, supposed to be meeting someone. She’s late. I’m going to give her until I finish this drink.”

  “Ah, take your time. Just curious.”

  Colin laid some money on the bar and the bartender returned to whatever it is that bartenders do on slow nights.

  Somewhere around the 2nd or 3rd sip of his drink, Colin was greeted by a very unwelcome blast of cold air from the bar’s door. Standing in the doorway was a huddled mass of warm clothing. A winter hat, a large, black down coat, gloves, snow boots all wrapped around the reddest face he had ever seen. It was her. She stomped her boots on the mat outside as someone from inside yelled at her to close the door. She removed her hat and came inside.

  Instead of desperately waving his arms to get her attention, Colin remained cool in his seat, trying to make eye contact with her. With a furrowed brow, she scanned the whole place before landing on his face. Though miserably cold, her face lit up as she recognized him. Kerry fought to remove her jacket as she approached his seats at the bar. She smiled kindly and said “Co-lin” accentuating both syllables, as she extended her arms for a hug. Since she had removed her coat, Colin felt two huge melons press into his chest as she brought herself closer to him. Hopefully she wouldn’t feel his erection which had stubbornly returned. They both took seats as Kerry removed her gloves and scarf.

  With the winter’s accoutrements removed, Colin was able to see all of Kerry. She had on a tight sweater that complimented her shape. Tight blue denim that didn’t look painful but instead took all of her body, lifted it and shaped it into the form of a woman. A real woman, not some ditzy waif.

  “Ugh, I am so, so sorry I am late. I had to walk here and...” Kerry interrupted Colin’s lust filled daydream.

  “You walked here?!” Colin interrupted.

  “Yeah. Snow, alcohol, driving...bad.”

  “Jesus. I had no idea. I could’ve picked you up.”

  “If you came to get me, we might not have ever left my house,” Kerry landed the first of several heavily flirtatious comments of the night. Shy Colin just passed over them. He couldn’t get over her body. She may have had a few more pounds than the average girl but she put them all to use perfectly. Curves that begged to be touched, to be nestled in, especially on a cold night like tonight. She utilized the gifts God gave her perfectly and it would be a crime if they were to ever go away.

  As she ordered a drink, Kerry grabbed Colin’s knee with her hand and exclaimed “it’s so good to see you! What have you been up to all of these years?” Her cute, adorable ears managing to poke out of her shoulder length brown hair. Studying her features, he realized that he had been chasing girls with similar features for years. Colin gave her the details of the successful life and career he had made for himself, skillfully leaving out any mention of his girlfriend back home. It just hadn’t come up so he wasn’t lying, per se. When asked about her life, Kerry told Colin all about what she had been doing with her life. No mention of a man though Colin acknowledged to himself she could be playing the same game he was.

  The two continued to talk, drink and laugh, completely enamored with each other. At one point between rounds, while they were arguing about whose turn it was to pay, Kerry rested her hand on his thigh. She had done it to get his attention but the hand lingered there. Sensing that she had just changed the game and it wasn’t reciprocated, Kerry withdrew her hand and felt embarrassed. Colin paid for the drinks.

  The lightheartedness of the previous conversation had left and they were now left to struggle desperately to get it back. It an attempt to slay the elephant in the room, Kerry passively asked Colin “the” question.

  “So do you have a girl back in California?”

  Colin had about half a second to decide how to play this. Does he lie and risk her anger when she found out (social media makes it nearly impossible to hide that sort of thing)? Or does he tell the truth and end the night by going home and jacking off to the thoughts of what would’ve happened if he had lied instead?

  Figuring it was best to be upfront, Colin responded with “Yeah, there’s a girl there.”

  They both deflated as the air wa
s sucked right out of the room. All a disappointed Kerry could offer was a quiet “oh, that’s nice,” as she focused on her drink’s glass.

  “But it’s nothing that serious,” Colin hurried that lie out in an attempt to save the excitement of potential. Colin turned and asked her about a man in her life. Kerry humbly responded “Nope, I’m single.”

  The conversation shifted away from finding out more about each other to instead catching each other up on the lives of their former friends. Not nearly as fun as it had been, Kerry yawned.

  “Oh, I’m sorry. Are you tired?”

  “No, no, no,” Kerry tried to reassure him. “Who else have you seen recently?”