I started to feel tears prick my eyes, unsure of what to do next. I didn’t know if I would like this, and in truth, the pain almost made me stop right then and there. It hurt like hell, and I couldn’t help but let out a small squeak of pain as the cock soon pushed through my virginity. When it did, I felt my eyes bulge out of my head, feeling the pain of it all, and in truth, I wanted to stop.
Then, as soon as I felt that pain, it shortly went away. I then relaxed, feeling a bit shocked by everything and in truth, I loved it regardless. The passions that seemed to erupt from this man were obvious, and soon, he pushed his cock against me once more, this time in a much easier fashion. I began to moan, and soon, he started to move in and out, pressing harder and harder against me. I began to moan, aching for more, and that’s when he started to push in faster and faster. The thrusts were erratic, almost desperate, and I gripped the desk, trying my hardest to hold on.
By this point, it was becoming too slow to even hold onto the desk. He picked me up, still inside of me, and pushed me against the wall. His thrusts continued, and I cried out with every passing moment. This was heavenly, so wonderful, and I wanted this man to just be inside of me forever.
However, that wouldn’t be the case, because like all good things, it would soon come to an end. When he pressed his hips at an angle, I cried out, feeling the sudden warmth from before come back. This time, it was so much stronger though, and that’s when I came hard, feeling my pussy clench against this man as I screamed out, loving the way that it felt.
He immediately thrust hard into me, groaning out loud as he pressed in deeper and deeper. In truth, I loved how deep the man got, almost as if he was trying to get all the way inside of me. Finally, he groaned, pressing in deep as he let his seed fill me up.
I shuddered, feeling the liquid as deep as it could go inside of me. I loved how he filled me up, and after a few final thrusts, he then pulled away, smiling at me.
“Well” he asked.
“That was…amazing,” I said.
“Good my dear,” he told me with a smile.
I felt like passing out, and soon, I did so, lying in his arms. He dressed me once again, bringing me to the break room and plopping me down on the couch.
In truth, it was probably the best goddamn work day I’ve had in a long time. I felt happy, sexually satisfied, and in truth, I would totally do it again. My dreams were of happy things, things that I wanted to do once more, and in truth, I would be completely okay if I was taken to this place again, if I could play with his sausage once more, and if I could just indulge in these feelings again and again.
Chapter Four
I slept like a baby for what seemed to be hours. I didn’t know what in the world I was going to do next, but when I woke up, I realized I had a blanket on me. It was about an hour after I got off work, and immediately, I began to worry. Did my dad call? Is he pissed? Did Collin tell him what the hell we did? God I hope not, because that would be super embarrassing.
But then, as I got up, I felt that dull ache between my legs. I smiled, remembering immediately what in the world I was doing, and in truth, I began to feel a bit excited when I imagined what happened. I still thought that it was a dream, but it was a dream I didn’t want to wake up from, a dream that made me happy.
After the initial shock of the first movement, I made my way over to where he was. When I sat down next to him, he grinned.
“Well? Did you enjoy it?” he asked me with a smile.
“Yeah, but what the hell does this mean?” I asked him.
“It can mean whatever the hell you want it to be, my dear. I mean, if you want to do this again, maybe even make this a regular thing, I would certainly not be against it. You were very good, especially for your first time,” he told me with a smile.
Hearing that compliment totally boosted my confidence to new levels.
“Thank you, sir,” I said.
“Don’t be so formal, my dear. Remember it is me,” he said with a wink.
I nodded, feeling happy about the way he spoke to me, but of course, I felt scared of what might happen next.
“So what about us? I wouldn’t mind doing that again. I mean, I still want to work for you, but I wouldn’t mind that being an extra little bonus to working,” I said with a smile on my face.
He leaned in, capturing my lips with his own. The two of us shared a languid kiss, and soon, I felt like I was in heaven.
“We could definitely do that if you want. But I would suggest not telling your father,” he said to me.
“Why?” I asked him. I mean, I knew the obvious answers, but I also wanted to hear what he had to say.
“That should be obvious. I know for a fact that you’re probably worried about what he might think. I know that he’s definitely a good man, and he means well, but it’s obvious he won’t take the idea of you being with me very well. I know for sure he’s overprotective like no other, and I know that while you do mean well and want to do this, he’s probably going to be mad if he finds out you’re fucking me,” he said with a smile.
“True. Yeah, let’s keep this to ourselves. I don’t want him to find out. I mean, he’s happy for now, especially since I started the job, but he might not want to hear about that,” I said.
“True enough. He did call actually, about an hour ago. He’s wondering where the hell you are. I told him that you’ve been a good and busy little bee, so you might be staying a bit later than expected,” he told me with a wink.
Fuck. So he was already asking me where the hell I was.
“Did he believe it?” I asked him. I immediately felt scared, especially since I didn’t know if my father would ask me barbed questions the second I got home.
“He did. He’s surprised you enjoy the job as much as you do but I told him straight up that this was for the best, and that this was indeed what you needed. I told him that it builds character, so you’re in the clear,” he said.
Wow, I couldn’t believe that this man went to such lengths to help protect me. The fact that he did was nice, and while I didn’t know what to say initially, I simply smiled.
“Thank you. For everything,” I said.
“You’re welcome. Now, I do suggest that you head back soon. He’s probably going to ask you where you’ve been. Just tell him that you’ve been helping me pack meat,” he told me.
I immediately blushed when I realized he was meaning something else. I waved goodbye, heading back as fast as I could. It was a bit hard to actually run when you’re like this, but I took it with stride. I definitely was happier than before, and when I got to my dad’s place, I saw him there. When I walked in, he looked at me with a shocked expression.
“There you are. I’ve been worried,” he said.
“Sorry dad. I’ve been helping Collin pack meat. It’s a hard job, and I was in the middle of a job and was doing so well that I wanted to stay and finish up. Extra money, right?” I said with a smile. It was so fake, but that was surely enough for him to believe me.
He then nodded, listening to my words. “I see. Well, that’s certainly good for me to hear. I’ve been worried. It sounds like this job was the right one for you,” he said.
“It was dad. Trust me, I’ve never been happier,” I said. Of course, dick also helped with that.
“Good. W ell, I’m glad that you’re starting to learn character. I was worried you were going to end up being some wild girl who ended up having sex left and right until something bad happened. But you’ve mellowed out,” he told me.
That’s what he thought. I simply agreed with my father, trying to hide the lie as best as I could, and soon, I was heading back to where my room was. When I got there I closed the door, sighing in relief.
My dad didn’t know shit, which was how I was going to keep it. He didn’t need to know about my little secret with the meat man, the butcher I’ve grown to lie. I mean, he’s cute, and he’s got a nice cock. This would certainly help pass the time until I was back at school. Of course,
I kind of wanted more of this man, and I did ponder the idea of a relationship with him. In truth, it was something I thought about, but something I didn’t really know for sure.
Would a relationship work? Or was I totally biting off more than I could chew. He was about five years older than me, so it wasn’t anything too terrible, but I don’t want my dad to find out or anything. Nevertheless, I knew that there was one aspect of this relationship that was already true, and something that I would keep there.
The relationship was a secret between the two of us, a secret I would keep with me no matter what the odds. I couldn’t wait for the next time I would get to go to the butcher shop and do some work, because while I knew I would get to have some fun with actual meat, I couldn’t wait to play with that man’s meat once more and truly become the best that I could be at handling his large and hefty sausage.
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TEMPTATION TALES
Story 37
Eva set the next dish aside. There was something rough crusted on it. She could feel it with her thumb through the slippery film of rinse water. She wasn’t sure if she had gotten all the soap off. Eva didn’t care much about leftover invisible soap or left over food stuffs. When she set the table next, she’d just be sure that Seth got that plate.
She wore a tight black dress. She wore a thong and no bra so no lines showed through the material. She wore low heels, but black shoes that matched her dress. It was not dish washing clothes, she knew, but she wanted to feel special, so she tried to wear nice things even during ordinary chores.
Eva was not new to washing dishes. She could do better and her father would not have tolerated soap or crust on his dishes, but Seth was a bit of a slob and even Eva’s half-hearted work was better than how he had taken care of himself before he paid her way over to the States.
She had washed dishes ever since she was old enough to stand before sneaking away to America. Back in Freedonia in Eastern Europe, she had three sisters and seven brothers. Most of her brothers, even the younger ones, had gone off to fight in one civil war or another along one disputed border or another. Some of them came back. The ones that did, even the younger ones, married whatever daughter of whatever family they wanted. In Freedonia, eligible surviving men were scarce. They came back from the fighting mean and cold. She did not want to marry one of them even if they did choose her. So, she came to America to marry Seth and poorly wash his dishes.
Seth was not mean or cold. He was a little gross and puffy around the middle. He needed to shower more instead of spraying on deodorant to cover up his stink. He had an odd combination of being fat and skinny at the same time. His belly was fat, but his arms and legs were skinny. His chest was all bone and very little muscle. He had no ass. Sex with him wasn’t exactly terrible, but she had better behind barns and over barrels with horny young men back in the home country.
Seth liked sex with her. He usually came very fast. That was part of what made it tolerable. She had large, natural double D breasts. Her hair was a pinkish strawberry blend between red and blond. People thought it was from a bottle, but that was natural too. She had kept it up in a kerchief before coming to America, but then began wearing it down. She had an ass that men back in her home country thought was too big. Here in America though she noticed men turning in the streets and at the shopping malls to stare. Sometimes Seth asked her to shake it up and down for him. It seemed silly to her, but she was getting quite good at the twerking that Seth showed her in videos. If she twerked for him before they fucked, then he usually came even faster, so she usually put on the bouncy booty dance show for him while he stroked his tiny, hard cock.
Seth gave her credit cards and let her roam freely during the day. Keeping her happy was a priority for him. He just didn’t know much about how to do so in the bedroom nor did he have the equipment to get the job done. Eva used her credit cards and allowance to buy dildos and vibrators to use in secret when Seth was distracted with his online business which was most of the day. She had them hidden around the house. As time went on, she was getting bigger and bigger models. She had a large, veiny black one. She had a purple one that was large enough to fight off a burglar.
Eva leaned on the edge of the sink and tried to remember which one she had in the kitchen. She thought there was a clear, double-headed one stowed away behind the Tupperware. She used that one on her pussy and bent it around to tease her ass. The angle worked the G spot she had read about online.
Seth had hinted that he wanted to take her in the ass. He sometimes rubbed his little cock between her cheeks and shot cum up her back. When he started bringing up sex with her ass, she pretended she didn’t understand what he was saying and he would back off the idea. She liked teasing her own ass, but she didn’t want Seth getting used to taking her that way. He was already obsessed with her plump ass as it was just like all American men. She did not want to feed that particular obsession. She kept her ass play secret from him then. She thought about sneaking a little play in the kitchen to deal with her horny feelings. Knowing that Seth was a couple rooms away at his computer made it seem that much dirtier.
Seth called from the other side of the house. “Eva? Are you in the house?”
She sighed and was tempted to sneak out the back door. She had a pack of cigarettes hidden on top of the rafters of the mud room attached to the back of the house. She could hide back on the blind spot on the back corner of the house and lot to smoke away some of her stress. Like the ass play, she did not do it often, but sometimes doing something dirty let out the negative energy. That and shopping usually did the trick.
She gave the escape plan another moment of thought and then she called back. “I am. What do you need, Seth?”
She was worried that her words came off too harsh. The only thing that was worse than him trying to hint at fucking her in the ass was him apologizing for offending her. Usually the times he really pissed her off by leaving clothes on the floor or leaving dishes under the bed to mold, he had no clue that he was making her miserable. When she had noticed nothing at all, he would patter on about how sorry he was and would keep asking her why she was mad. He would keep it up until she really was mad. Most of the time it was her accent. It turned him on, but it also sounded angry to him and other Americans even when she was just stating something plainly with no emotion at all. For all their bluster and tough talk, American men were very sensitive in private. They were annoyingly emotional.
Seth came back with a voice that sounded occupied instead of sensitive. That she could live with. “Do you speak German?”
Eva sighed. “Yes, I told you that I do. You know that. I speak German, Russian, Belarusian, and French. I also speak and read a little Italian, Ukrainian, Rusyn, and Polish.”
“So you do speak German, right?”
Eva growled and closed her eyes. She did not try to hide the harshness in her voice as she shouted. “Yes, I speak German, you trottel dummkopf.”
“Great. Great. Can you come here, please, Eva. I need your help.”
Again he was not reading when she was actually angry.
She pulled off her rubber gloves and dropped them inside out on the counter beside the sink.
“What do you need in German?” she asked as she walked through the dining room.
The dining room table was stacked with file boxes. Papers spilled out from under the bent cardboard lids. Most were yellow and pink carbon paper from visa applications from countries all across Europe and Asia.
“I’m working here, babe. Hurry up, please. I need to know what this says.”
“I’m coming, Seth. Why don’t you use the Google translate like you did from before you knew me?”
“It’s giving me a weird translation. I don’t think it’s right. Come on and help me. It will be quick.”
Everything with him was quick, she thought.
“I’m coming,” she said as she went down the short flight of steps into the den Seth used as an offic
e.
She thought of the den as the lair of some weird skinny and fat bear. It smelled even more musty than the rest of the house. There was a thick orange shag carpet that always caught in and clogged the vacuum cleaner. She had given up on trying to get out all the stains and popcorn kernels he left ground down into the shag. The wood paneling was dark and gave the bear’s lair more of a cave like feel. There were old, water-stained posters of half naked women along the walls. Most of them were busty women in red bathing suits. Their boobs were not real and were from something called the Baywatch.
Seth sat at the computer desk in the darkest corner of the room. His sallow, rat-like face looked sharper in the dull, green glow of the computer screen.
“Babe?” He yelled again without turning around.
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