Workman Chapter 2
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Note : This story is completely fictional!
My first experience with sexual harassment on the job just occurred and
I can tell you I thorough enjoyed every harassing minute of it. It all
started when I changed jobs joining a large company and working for a
female boss. This was new to me but since she was fairly young and very
good looking with a great figure my mind went into its flights of
fantasy from my first day. Mary my boss is about 38 and stands 5' 10"
and has a figure that runs 36 26 37. She is blond and has a way of
putting men at ease immediately. Mary wears fashionable clothing which
while not flaunting her obvious charms is quite seductive and sometimes
a bit revealing.
As soon as I was hired I was put in charge of the implementation of a
major accounting system with deadlines like tomorrow which meant plenty
of overtime and lots of problems. In addition management was overseeing
all aspects of the project with a microscope. One day while going to
corporate headquarters with Mary I noticed her deeply slit skirt had
opened up while she was driving and exposed her legs to her upper thigh.
I was delighted by the site of her creamy thighs and was quick to notice
she wore a garter belt and nylons rather than the conventional pantyhose
worn by most business women. As we drove along her skirt opened more
and more reveling her legs further and further. I could not resist the
temptation to stare and eventually Mary caught me ogling her great legs.
Looking directly at me Mary asked how she measured up, Stammering a bit
I replied great from where I was sitting, Mary smiled but made no
attempt to cover herself. By the time we had reached our destination I
had developed quit a hard-on which as I am fairly well endowed was very
visible as we walked across the crowed parking area. I could tell Mary
had checked me out and was at least comfortable with my excitement
because she made no effort to rebuke me for my voyeuristic enjoyment.
The meeting went well and Mary complemented me for my hard work and
skill full handling of the interminable questions which arose during the
meeting. I was a bit nervous about the drive back and the meeting was
the last thing on my mind. When we reached the car Mary handed me the
keys and asked me to drive as we left the parking lot Mary was adjusting
her position so she could face me and began to discuss the meeting, as
there was lots of traffic and I was driving a strange car I did not look
at Mary as she spoke. Once I was out on the highway I turned to answer
her and saw that she was sitting half facing me with her left leg tucked
under her right leg. Her dress was wide open and Mary wasn't wearing
any panties. I almost lost it as I gazed at her bushy cunt which was
opened slightly showing her deep pink cunt lips and the hint of her
erect clit. Moving my gaze up I could see her erect nipples outlined in
her white silk blouse and finally a look of lust as her eyes met mine in
a long stare. Not wanting to seem upset I remarked that she was very
attractive and that we should go to more meetings together. Mary asked
me if I had a problem with what she was doing and if it bothered me to
see her like this being as she was my boss. I told Mary outside of
giving me a raging hard-on I didn't have any discomfort in looking at
naked willing women boss or no boss. I continued saying that I didn't
want any special treatment at work but would like to continue seeing her
on a private basis.
As we chatted I found out Mary had three children like myself and was
divorced and lonely. By the time we had reached our destination Mary
had cum twice once by her own hand and once by mine. As we were getting
back very late it was dark when we pulled into the company parking lot
and Mary asked me to sit a while with her. Moving my hand to her breast
Mary pulled up her blouse and undid her bra as I fondled her full tits
and pulled at her hard erect nipples. Working her hand to my cock Mary
undid my pants and puled out my stiff prick. Mary was very pleased at
my thick 10" dick and moved over taking the entire length down her hot
throat. Mary sucked my cock as I fondled her full swollen tits and
rammed my fingers up her sopping pussy finally I could not hold out any
longer and began to shoot my load deep into her throat filling her mouth
and throat with my sperm. Mary really loved it swallowing my entire
load deep in her throat. Not withdrawing Mary continued to suck my cock
while guiding my hand further between her legs and forcing two of my
fingers up her hot slippery anus. Mary reached her third climax as she
was drinking my sperm for the second time while I was wantonly pumping
my fingers up her slippery slit and asshole. Resting a minute Mary
suggested we needed to go home but asked me to come to her house on
Saturday to get better acquainted. I quickly agreed we needed to meet
on a more private basis and told her I would be there Saturday.
As Saturday approached I grew more and more excited at the prospect of
screwing Mary and by the time I was knocking at her door I already had a
raging erection. To my surprise I was greeted not by Mary but by her 18
year old daughter who put Mary to shame as far as desirability was
concerned. To my further amazement Nancy, Mary's daughter was dressed
in a short white silk nightgown which showed off her full ripe tits and
firm nipples and barely covered her slim hips. Nancy asked me in and
lead me thru the house to the kitchen where Mary was. During journey I
could not take my eyes off Nancy's slim smooth legs and fantastic tits.
As I entered the room Mary came to me and put her arm around my waist
and gave me a kiss forcing her tongue into my mouth. A little surprized
I just stood there as her daughter looked me over. To my amazement
Nancy joined us and gave me a kiss followed by kissing her mother while
she placed her hand on my now rock hard cock. Nancy pulled back and
complement her mother on finding a good stud as she bent down to unzip
my pants. As Nancy pulled out my 10" cock and proceeded to give me head
as she pushed her hand up under Mary's skirt and began to finger her
mothers cunt. Not wanting to be a wet blanket I opened Mary's blouse
and began to suck her tits and her stiff pink nipples. The combination
of events had me totally stimulated and I began to shoot a massive load
of sperm in Nancy's mouth and throat. Nancy gulped down my first two
spurts and then signaled her mother who bend down never letting her
daughters fingers slip from her pussy and forced my cock deep into her
throat milking the rest of my load from my straining prick. After I had
been totally drained by Mary she and Nancy kissed smearing my load on
their faces. Quickly understanding the situation I asked Mary if we
three were alone and if we could move to somewhere I could fuck them
both. Mary replied that her son was away at college but her 16 year old
daughter Tracy was due back any minute and was planning to join us. I
though I had died and gone to heaven as we moved our party to Mary's
bedroom.
The girls led the way as I followed close behind, going up the stairs I
noticed both Mary and Nancy had no panties on and both their pussies
were dripping wet. I moved quickly pushing two fingers up their cunts
as we ascended the stairs to Mary's bedroom. Once inside I suggested
the girls let me strip each of them one by one and then they could gang
up on me. Both Mary and Nancy liked that idea and Mary asked me to
start with her daughter first and hoped her other daughter Traci would
be back before their turn to strip me. I had not put my cock back in my
pants and it was now standing at attention its full 10" stiff as a board
waiting to fuck mother and daughters. Mary layed back on the bed as I
moved Nancy to the center of the room to strip her. Mary looked great
as she relaxed on the bed with her skirt hiked up and blouse open fully
exposing her pink cunt lips erect clit and nipples. Mary began to
stimulate herself by ramming two fingers into her cunt and squeezing her
right tit and pulling the erect nipple. I began with Nancy by kissing
her and fondling her full tits through the thin silk of her nightgown,
her erect nipples were stiff and hot even thru the material of the gown
and I moved one hand down to caress her firm ass and bushy cunt.
Reaching down I grabbed the hem of her gown and slowly raised it above
her head exposing her slim voluptuous figure. She was beautiful and I
quickly took her firm tit in my mouth circling her stiff nipple with my
tongue as I ran my hand down her lith torso to her flat belly. Nancy
reached down and took my throbbing cock in her hand as I slowly pushed
two fingers up her juicy cunt and began to bite and suck her stiff
nipples as I rubbed her erect clit with my thumb and probed her tight
slit with my fingers. I felt her shake as her first orgasm hit her and
I move down her belly kissing and tonguing as I descended to her sweet
slit. Nancy began to squeeze her own breasts and pull her erect nipples
as I spread her pink cunt lips exposing her hardened clit to my tongue.
Finally I buried my mouth in her sweet cunt and began to lick and suck
her clit as I rammed my fingers up her cunt and inserted a finger into
her throbbing anus. This was too much for her and Nancy began to come
again flooding my face with her sweet juices. This was all Nancy could
take and she began to collapse in my arms. Moving her to the bed Mary
helped me lay her naked daughter next to her and began to fondle her
daughter moving down to tongue Nancy's slippery snatch.
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XXVII. Just south of normal. For the next month, they very much resembled a real family. In the meantime, peace talks with Claire continued, though they were touch-and- go. Grace had gently offered to help mediate and Marcia gratefully accepted her offer. Grace was making progress, working her indelible magic, but it was magic in slow motion. In Claire, she'd met her match, a woman as resistant to miracles as they come. Marcia's ex was angry and would likely remain so, on some level,...
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The bell announced the completion of my second week as a teacher. It was not my intent to teach high school students, but with the times being what they are, I accepted the only job I could find. ‘Miss Parker?’ The voice made me jump. I must have phased out there for a bit. When did the door to my room get closed? Why did the school seem so empty? The voice belonged to Darren Sloop. He sat in the middle desk of the third row. Aside from roll, I don’t think I’d ever heard him talk. ‘Miss...
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Chris woke up at around 11 and was surprised when he saw the time. He hadn’t slept that late since… well he couldn’t remember. He checked his phone and was again surprised by the number of messages left on his voicemail. He checked his missed calls list didn’t recognize most of the numbers. Most of the messages were news outlets begging for an interview to tell his story. One was from his buddy Mike Williams, an younger ex Delta guy he had helped bring up and train. Mike had seen him on the...
Outside the mall Chris was sat in a squad car, while the SWAT captain was talking to the police chief. A detective was in the conversation and Chris saw the older man nod and walk away from the captain and the chief. He made his way to Chris and pulled out a set of keys and undid the cuffs. ‘I’m Detective Sill I’m the one who’ll be investigating this mess. Several witnesses said you were not the shooter, at least the shooter of the innocents. Your not under arrest but your still gunna have to...
Chapter 4 Chris stood in Sarah’s kitchen as she looked at him. She was taking the news fairly well seeing as how he had just told her he was going to Chicago for a while, and an NSA agent would be following her while he was gone. He also was leaving his pistol with her. For one he couldn’t get it through the airport, and also he wanted her to have some form of protection. She had nodded through his whole explanation, not quite getting the whole story, but he was able to tell her the gist of...
Weekends were the hardest, neither of us could get together, I with my wife and family, Jim with his fiancé. It was Friday, I was on my way to the gym to work out, and, I hoped, going to his place afterward for a good fucking. Arriving at the gym, I found that I had arrived first, Jim usually getting here before me. I began my work out, and was almost half done with my routine when Jim came in. He walked straight over to me, and stood nearby while I finished my set. Sitting up, I said...
With local University connections, I am able to make use of the 5 different gyms and work-out centers on campus, in addition to the 3 pools they have. I admit, that at the pools I spend way more time looking at the co-eds, than anything or anyone else. I tend to use the gyms either early in the morning, arriving well before 8am, or later after dinner, close to 8pm. I try to pick on certain days when they are less crowded. After my workouts, I always shower before going home. Of course, in...
pretended he was the boss. I was ok with him telling me what to do though, maybe it's because I'm submissive. It was 11:50Pm, I had counted down my till, put the cash in the safe and clocked out at 12. I watched Kris drive off. It was time to walk home. After being on my feet for nine hours, I was tired. My aching feet made me decide to walk in the grass on the way home. The grass path takes you away from the road. A group of trees blocks the view from the road. I crossed the street and...
I grab her arm then close and lock the door. Then forcing her into the back storage room. I force her aganist the wall. I stare at her; she was lovely. Long black hair, silky tan skin. Wearing a white sleeveless button down blouse and khaki shorts, I stroked her legs while my cock grew rock hard. I just smiled as I knew that sweet pussy of hers was going to be all mine tonight.... I quickly undressed, standing there naked and my tool throbbing achingly. Stroking my cock, giving her time to...
Jenny's family are super-rich real estate investors, and as long as I've known her she's sped around town in a flashy sports car. On this saturday morning, Jenny came roaring into the shop. I was just about to leave for the day, when I noticed the sizable dent in Jenny's car. "Mr. Malone!" Jenny hopped out of the convertible without opening her door. Her cute pleated skirt flew up on her thigh as she vaulted the distance. Her breasts rose and fell beneath her sweater provocatively due...
Please help me. They’ve left me alone-for now. But they’ll be back. And they’ll do something even worse, even more horrible. I don’t know how that’s possible, after all they’ve done to me, to my body. But I know they’ll find a way. Find something even more terrible to drive into my pussy, to shove cruelly ups my bleeding ass. Please help me. I am so ashamed. So humiliated. He seemed so nice, you know? Trainer at the gym, handsome, buff, funny. David. His name is David. Gentle in his guidance,...