Filthy Boss

by Amy Brent

  I took my mouth off of Brent long enough to tell Julian “I’m going to ask you very nicely to go slow. I’ve never done anything anal and the most that I’ve had back there is a couple of fingers. I’m not saying that I’m not curious, but I do think that you should do me the courtesy of making me want it that way. Tease me and please me and I’m sure that will get me to do practically anything you want.” The cock head that was ready to push against the resistance was now replaced with something more agile and wet.

  He was tongue fucking my ass and spreading me open by the cheeks to get a bird’s eye view of what he was doing. I might’ve been a bigger girl, but my stamina was above reproach. I could run for few miles and then return the same way and only feel a little winded. My lungs were in fantastic shape and my Dr. told me that my heart was that of a 20 year old.

  “When I told you to please me and to tease me, I didn’t exactly…mean that. You’re not seeing me…complaining… Ahhhh… Ahhh.” I wrapped my lips around Brent and I could feel that excitement in the air. I played with his joint, smoking on the top and drawing out that little bit that was soon to be followed by a whole lot more.

  The toy was still deep inside and the vibration had been turned up to close to the highest setting. I’d only had the guts to turn it up all the way to full blast one time. It left me comatose until morning.

  “Damn… Julian you really do need to fuck her ass. I want to see it and I’m sure from what Vivian has said that she’s ready to take that ride with you. I do believe that it might be time to slip in.” It was interesting they could do this together and not be even remotely shy around each other’s naked body. It showed they were comfortable in their own skin. That was a far cry from how most men would feel when they were crossing swords.

  “I do believe you might have a good idea for once, Brent.” Julian straddled me from behind. I looked over my shoulder to see that he was holding onto my ample hips. “You’re the kind of girl that knows what it takes to bring the boys to the yard.” He was nudging at my spit slippery entrance. He pushed it up against that dilated hole. I thought for a moment it was never going to happen. He was constantly applying more lube and squeezing the tip to get more of that sticky substance.

  “I don’t think that it’s going to go…INNNNNNN.” I had barely gotten the word out of my mouth when his knob finally made its way within that tight opening. I was breathing heavy and the hot air over top of Brent was certainly making him happy. “Ahhh…that is not exactly what I was…expecting.” I didn’t have to tell him to go slow, as I had already done it. He was taking my words at heart and he pulled out with a wet pop, before moving forward and doing it again with another inch firmly implanted within my ass.

  Before long, he was all the way in and I thought for sure that I was going to faint from the sheer pleasure. He was doing it nice and easy, but with long and determined strokes to take my breath away. I didn’t think that it was possible that I could do this, but I was happy to see my body had other ideas.

  “I thought that your pussy was something, but your ass is doing things to my cock that no one has ever done before. I’m glad that you were caught by us in the act. It makes what I’m doing right now, so damn good that I can hardly keep it contained.”

  “Somebody better start sucking my cock again.” I greedily devoured that piece, loving the feel of it on my tongue. I felt the distinct signs that it was ready to take things all the way home. “Well…you really do know how to suck a golf ball through a garden hose. I don’t want to share you with anybody other than Julian. I hope that we can depend on you to keep this a secret between the three of us.”

  “Don’t you mean the four of us?” We all turned at the same time to see Tina sitting there with her high heels in her hands. “Don’t mind me, I’m just going to sit here and enjoy the view.” They were looking to me for answers. I did the only thing that I could do under the circumstances. I worked them into a frenzy by driving Brent’s cock into my throat and Julian’s deep into my ass.

  “I think that we can forgive you…but you do need to be punished for speaking out of turn.” Brent’s knob was being spit shined and my drool was collecting down by his sack. I’d taken the opportunity to take both orbs into my mouth, but then I returned to the prize that was easily a delicious morsel that could satisfy my longing for quite some time.

  “I know exactly what you’re thinking, Brent and I wholeheartedly agree.” Julian’s strokes were getting more determined and I could tell from the sound of his breath that he was rapidly closing in on his own climax.

  Both cocks were going to spew their contents and both my holes were going to take them simultaneously.

  “I’m cumming…I’m fucking…CUMMMINGGGGGGGGG.” I didn’t know who was saying it in a baritone voice, but it could’ve been either one of them. It didn’t matter, because both of them went off and my mouth was filled. I was swallowing and taking the shot from behind in my ass.

  I moaned around the dipstick in my mouth, feeling that vibrator inside me being turned up full blast. I looked down underneath to see that Tina had taken the liberty of doing the honor. I was shaking, so badly that the cock in my ass was pulled out. I let go of Brent and he fired on long stream across my nose.

  I must’ve passed out. I woke up to find that they were all looking at me with great concern. They soon realized that I was perfectly fine and that I had no ill will towards what they had done. We agreed to bring Tina into this, but that was another story. The real deal was that I get to keep 1/3rd of the profits, have the pleasure of satisfying myself with two men and one woman, climax to my wildest fantasies and be a test subject for all their new sex toys and sexual fantasies.

  It was quite a deal and I couldn’t say no! Who says that you cannot have your cake and eat it too!

  Secret Baby Sports Romance

  His Secret Baby

  “You can’t be serious. This is something that only the guys should be involved in. We don’t need the embarrassment of a woman deciding that she can do something like this. Do yourself a favor and bow out now, before you become a laughingstock of the office.” Leslie Spencer was always considered the ugly duckling, but she had learned to love who she was in the mirror. She might’ve been a little bigger in the hips, but her natural D cup breasts really did draw the boy’s eyes to her like a moth to a flame. That was never more evident than when Evan came into the office and started to flirt with her shamelessly.

  “You’d think after all of these years that people would be more progressive in their thinking. Today, there are many sportscasters that are women, where it was primarily a male dominated profession. You see women screaming for their home team. It’s not just the man who gets to enjoy the spectacle of competition.” Evan was a man that grew up in an old fashioned household. If his father ever found that one of his children was dating a woman of color or even considered playing for the other team, then he would most likely be disowned and thrown from the house.

  “Think about what you are doing. The guys don’t know yet, but it’s just a matter of time. Once they get a look at the list of those that are competing, they’ll know that you were going against them. They don’t like you much anyway.” Leslie was the one that either made their life miserable, or gave them a moment of reprieve. She was the manager of the office and it was beholden to her to make sure that everything was run in tiptop efficiency. She had learned the hard way that she couldn’t be their friend and their boss at the same time.

  “I’m just a little sick and tired of all of these preconceived notions that men need something for themselves. You don’t see women complaining that men can’t be in the kitchen. You would think that a woman’s enthusiasm for sports might actually be a turn on.” Leslie had never done the conventional thing. There were times that she shocked just for the sake of putting people on notice. Men in particular walked round in their own bubble and sometimes she had to burst it to get their attention. Whether it was with her stylish and seductive clothing, o
r even the way that she wore her hair, she was never considered normal by today’s standards.

  “For a girl that likes to dress like you are in the fifties, you would think that you would have the same kind of mentality.” Evan was upset and now he was lashing out for the sake of getting his pound of flesh. Leslie was not only in the sports pool, but she had even started to play fantasy football with some remarkable success. Evan knew that if his father was here he would be rolling around in his grave.

  Even though Leslie knew that Evan was not happy, it didn’t stop him from ogling her otherwise prominent assets. She never claimed to be pure, as the driven snow. There were guys that found her to be quite attractive, but there were also times that she felt like they were looking at her with distaste. Her curves were her best feature, but it was her attitude that made most men think that she wasn’t worth the effort. Outside the office, she was a little different, but still standoffish when it came to men and their advances.

  The posting would be on the board in a few minutes and she could almost hear the gasp of disapproval from those men that were still living in the Stone Age. The girls would most likely think that she was doing them a favor, but there would be others that would believe that she was only doing it to get underneath the skin of the men.

  Being an only child, Leslie had never had what she considered to be a normal upbringing. Her parents were scientists and they believed that anything that was worth doing was worth doing right. She felt like they were helicopter parents. Anything that she did, she felt like she could do better. It was their accusing eyes and disappointment that made her strive for excellence. She did not settle for second best in her life or personal life. It was the reason why her relationships never lasted more than a couple of months. She always found some kind of fault that would lead to the man in her life to walk out that door and never look back.

  It almost was like music to her ears, as the posting was made. The collective gasp and the murmurs in the crowd were not unexpected. She got some dirty looks from the guys and some thumbs up from the girls. There were a couple of guys that started to laugh at her expense and she knew exactly how to exact some sort of revenge. Somebody was going to have to work weekends and overtime and apparently Steven and Joseph had just volunteered.

  It was nice to be in a position of power. It was the one aspect of her life that she believed that she had control over, even though her personal life was dismal at best. She could never get over how men constantly stared at her like a piece of meat or tried these lame come ons that sounded too ridiculous to even mention in public. There were those cheesy ones that made her shake her head and there were those that were creative, but still just as sleazy. They would’ve gotten more flies with honey. Asking her out for a drink or going to dinner or a movie would’ve been a good first step.

  She was tall at 5’9, 180 pounds and there was no substitute for her flaming red hair. What most people didn’t realize was that the carpet didn’t match the drapes. Nobody really knew much about her and the fact that she really didn’t like sports had never come up in conversation.

  She got this little giddy thrill out of knowing that she was making people uncomfortable. The guys in particular were not exactly happy and showed their displeasure by turning a blind eye to her. It was only after she called them on the carpet that they would have to abide by her wishes or hit the highway.

  Leslie took her love of the fifties and turned her drab clothing into a fashion forward. She especially loved wearing pants suits. It made her feel like she was literally wearing the pants in the company. She did like to flaunt what god gave her and didn’t mind showing off the boulders on her chest. She kind of found it to be a wicked release of endorphins to make the men stumble all over themselves in her presence. At first, she blushed at their awkward attempts to see down her blouse. After a while, she started to make a game out of how to make them squirm in their seats.

  “You really don’t have any boundaries, Leslie. I applaud you for throwing your name into the hat, but these guys are not exactly happy with you. It has always been one of them that wins every year and now you have the possibility of taking what they think is theirs. I think it’s a damn shame that they still don’t understand that women can do what men can and maybe better. Every time that you do something like this, I have to bow down. You’re paving the way for the rest of us. You’re breaking those glass ceilings, not unlike those women that found a way to vote.” Tammy Marx had seen a real shift in attitude around here. It all came from Leslie stepping on some toes and making herself the one that everybody feared.

  “I’m doing this for all of womankind. There has to be a time and place where we can stand and say that we’ve had enough. Do you think that I got where I am by giggling at some owners joke. I live on my talent and I let my credentials speak for themselves. I’m not saying that I don’t like the attention. Every woman dresses to impress and we would be lying to ourselves if we said that we didn’t want them to look.” Leslie had never wanted to be in a position of power, but her parents had taught her that life was about making statements.

  Two weeks went by with people walking around on eggshells. Those that dared to speak up in defiance for what she had done by entering into the pool was made an example out of. Leslie had no problems teaching that lesson with long hours and very little pay. It became a matter of a dare amongst the men to see who was going to say something. Those that were made an example certainly did make others take a step back and rethink their strategy.

  After the first week, they started to realize that the chances of her winning were astronomical. She was one woman in a pool of 50 men. For her name to be chosen at random would’ve been tantamount to lightning striking some place twice. They decided that they would let the chips fall where they may. It was sound thinking. They were beginning to see that Leslie was not a woman to be messed with.

  It was the big day and everyone was going to have the chance to have a VIP experience with the local NFL football team. To her credit, Leslie had begun to do her own research on the sport. It was kind of barbaric, but the very first time that she sat down to watch a game, she became mesmerized by the strategy of the sport. It didn’t hurt that those hot little bodies were encased in the tightest uniforms known to man. They definitely didn’t have a shy bone in their body and the uniform really was appealing to her eye.

  At the end of the day, everybody crowded around to see who was going to have the honor this year. While they really didn’t believe that she would win, but the very fact that she was in the pool was a big step forward. Hopefully next year a few other women would follow suit and before you know it there would be a contingent of 50% men and 50% women. She had lofty goals of changing the world one stereotype at a time.

  “As always to avoid any kind of suspicion the janitor from the next building over will be responsible for choosing a name at random.” The guys were begging the gods to step in on their behalf. They had their lucky rabbit’s foot and even deals with the devil, but in the end Leslie’s name was chosen. People were in shock and walked around in a daze like they couldn’t believe that this had really happened.

  Leslie was congratulated on her big win, but it was mostly to save face. The girls were elated and they made a spectacle out of taking her to her office and getting her ready. A new dress, makeup and a hairstyle was exactly what was needed.

  Giggles of enthusiasm were followed by Leslie walking from the office in her business attire. She made sure to shake what her mom gave her all the way down to the limo that was waiting at the front door. The driver was slightly taken back by the fact that there was a woman in the seat in behind him. She was beautiful. In his home country, she would’ve been a sought after commodity.

  She had the dress beside her, but she didn’t want to feed into the egos of the players. To show up like some hooker from the street would be sending a bad message.

  “In all the years that I’ve driven the winner to the stadium, I’ve never had anyth
ing like a beauty like you. I have to admit that you bring a certain class and style to all of this. You’re certainly not going to scratch yourself or belch and that itself is a step up in my opinion.” Carlos was hired by the stadium to bring the winner into the locker room personally. He bypassed security and went directly into the main parking lot “Don’t let those boys intimidate you, miss. We all put our pants on one leg at a time.” Being a gentleman, Carlos opened the door and escorted her through the security measures put in place to make sure that the players were safe from scrutiny.

  “Oh no…there’s no way that I can allow you to go back there. It’s unheard of for a woman to see the men in their current state of undress.”

  “I’m afraid that I have to insist. This is not any different than when a female reporter goes back to interview after a big game. They may not like it, but they do tend to play along for the sake of appearances. They’re just going to have to get used to the fact that I’m the one that they’re going to have to impress. If you don’t want a lawsuit, you will stand down and let me pass without any further interruptions.” Giving a sigh of resignation, the guard moved away from the entrance to the hallway.

  Carlos gave her a round of applause that was met by her turning with a crimson expression on her face. She was embarrassed, but she was secretly happy that this man had found her to be charming. Leslie had already seen the wedding ring on his finger and knew that he was considered off the market.

  “Brock, you should be more careful about what you say. We do have feelings and if you’re not careful, you might find yourself alone out there on the field. You may think that you are special, but to us you’re nothing. It would be good for you to remember that there is no I in team” Brock stood at his gigantic 6’5 statue and stared with a smirk on his face. The players hadn’t exactly welcoming him with a glad hand. He had just finished shaving his head and putting himself through the paces in the weight room to make his black body that much more appealing to those women groupies.