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06-23-2006, 9:45 PM
A quick spark ran through me when I first met Vanessa. It was only my first day on the job, but we clearly struck a chord with one another. Things really got interesting a couple of weeks later though, when I told her that I just don’t date co-workers anymore. She was all ears, and didn’t push the issue, but you could almost see the wheels spinning.
Vanessa came in Monday morning dressed to kill. She had a habit of wearing full-length skirts to work that always hugged her curves in just the right places. The turquoise knee-length piece on this day did all that and so much more. When she came by my office, I could fully admire her lean, dark calves for the first time. The pen that she dropped led my wandering eyes to her undeniably feminine feet. And when she leaned forward to pick it up, I was treated to the sweetest, softest cocoa cleavage imaginable.
My full-on gawking did not go unnoticed for long. But unlike my clumsy demeanor, Vanessa was brimming with confidence. Locking eyes with me, she casually picked her pen up and traced it along my chest and throat. With a perfect smile, she steered my slack jaw back to its proper place.
“You know, it’s really too bad you’re such a tight ass. We could have had a lot of fun together” she teased, while running her pen across my lips. “But I guess I do see your point. I wouldn’t want you to feel uncomfortable at work.” With that remark, Vanessa dropped the pen and grabbed ahold of my stiff cock. “Deanna” Vanessa directed to our shared secretary – another stunning ebony beauty, “Can you please pull Ronin’s door closed? I’ve got my hands full in here.”
As the clicks from Deanna’s heels drew near, my hard-on grew steadily. Vanessa’s seductive smile seemed to match my growth inch for inch. By the time Deanna reached the room I was on the verge of staining my slacks. Vanessa mercifully released her new toy and shuffled some papers in front of our assistant. “Is everything alright?” Deanna asked.
“Just fine sweety, we just have a lot of work to catch up on in here.” After Deanna left, Vanessa started to run some numbers on a joint account of ours, going about our day like nothing had happened. She instantly turned 180-degrees into 100% professional. I was left with nothing but a raging rocket and a curious libido. We worked together through the morning, just as any other day. Neither of us mentioned the early morning excitement for different reasons (mine: speechlessness, hers: supreme satisfaction).
In fact, it was business as usual for the next several weeks at the office. Although, Vanessa’s wardrobe did grow consistently shorter and tighter. Deanna also started to add a few skimpy tank tops and tight pants to her more casual wardrobe. The way her ass bounced with every step was simply hypnotic! She was finding more and more reasons to visit my office. The casual touches seemed to linger a bit longer. There was now the slightest hint of mischief spiced into Deanna’s sexy, innocent voice. In short, the girls guaranteed me two rock-solid erections every workday. Whether I liked it or not.
It was after one of these especially spicy Wednesdays that I returned home to an unexpected FedEx at my doorstep. I opened the package to find a post-it note stuck to a burned DVD. “Watch this tonight” was the brief message, signed by two pairs of perfect lips. The opening scene was beautiful, if not unexpected. Vanessa, wearing a baby blue teddy was passionately kissing the leather-clad Deanna. The camera zoomed in as Vanessa caressed her girl’s cheekbones down to her shoulder blades.
The lovely pair separated their lips, but not their tongues, which eagerly teased at each other. Deanna, obviously aroused, began to fondle Vanessa’s amazing breasts through the thin fabric. The leather vixen began working her partner’s firm, bouncy tits in simultaneous circles. Vanessa responded with a loving embrace, deeply penetrating Deanna’s mouth with her tongue, then tilting Deanna’s head back to taste her dark chocolate neck. The camera panned-out to reveal that the two goddesses were not alone. Beneath their straddled legs lay a prisoner, naked and handcuffed to the bedposts.
These girls certainly had my undivided attention now. Vanessa’s knees straddled the captive’s head, and left him staring straight up at her beautiful black ass. The camera came around to show just how lovely the blue lace highlighted her dominant curves and folds. Two leather gloves slowly found their way down Vanessa’s back to fondle her ass, and you could see the exotic ladies’ thighs rubbing together. With a quick flick of the wrist, Deanna sent jello waves through the queen’s humps. She massaged her lover’s backside much the same way as she did her tits – working it around and around in a perfect rhythm.
The torment apparently became too much for the poor man, as he began jerking helplessly against the restraints. With that, Deanna pulled tight against Vanessa and gazed down at the slave. “What’s the matter little bitch? Can’t you take a little teasing?”
SLAP! The leather glove left its stinging mark across his face.
SLAP! SLAP! The last backhand had the desired effect, as Deanna brought their boytoy to tears. “You know, some women show mercy when they see weakness like that. I don’t. So, you would be smart to stop crying and start kissing ass, slut.” SLAP-SLAP!!!
Deanna guided Vanessa’s perfect posterior onto the punk’s face, jiggling it around until the crack finally formed the perfect seal around his nose and mouth. With the slave’s vision clouded by ass, Deanna reached forward to undo the cameraman’s belt and take control of it. With belt in hand, Deanna slid south and captured the captive’s cock beneath her coarse leather shorts. While Vanessa smeared her scent across the toy’s face, Deanna began roughly dry-humping his rigid cock. The camera soon captured nothing but glorious ass and desperate attempts to breathe.
The magical melody of Vanessa’s sweet cheeks made time stand still. I just watched, fully engulfed, as her hips rolled back and forth from chin to dome. Ohhhh, it was pure bliss. Each cheek just seemed to glide over his face like warm butter. Tiny beads of sweat formed the perfect lubricant as she slid gracefully across the mark; over and over and over again. Once Vanessa had marked her territory, and the slave lost all will to resist, she placed her fists on her hips and started bouncing up and down against his noggin. Slowly at first – she was clearly enjoying this – and then quicker and rougher.
Her sole purpose being to totally humiliate the bitch, Vanessa would drop her ass to within an inch of his face and then tap at him with one voluptuous cheek at a time. With globes giddily dancing all over the place, a full body shot of the scene showed a look of pure dominance on her face. She looked straight into the camera and said “You’ve been a bad *licks her lips* bad boy.”
On cue, Deanna unperched from her cock, and grabbed the toy by his ankles. She folded them upwards towards his face until Vanessa took hold of them. He was fully exposed now, just the way the goddess desired as she planted firmly on his face. A close-up showed him wholly entrenched by the baby blue Bitch. “Scream if you want to. In fact, I hope you do. I know you will bitch.”
“aaammmmmmmmppphhhhhh” was the response as I saw Deanna rain down a fearsome strike of the belt to the man’s vulnerable package. Deanna followed her initial attack with ten stern whips of the ass. All the while Vanessa was grinding that perfect pussy package all over his tear-streaked face.
Vanessa released the limp legs as the cameraman came into view for the first time. He and Vanessa wasted no time tearing each other’s clothes off. The wonderfully naked goddess started at the foot of the bed and slid her sweaty, curvy body up the length of the still-bound slave. Her steaming pussy came to rest on his aching balls, and Vanessa took her toy by the chin. “John’s gonna fuck me now. And you’re gonna watch.”
“What do you say bitch?” Vanessa chided as the well-hung stud began to take his position behind her.
“Ohh, thank you Goddess” the bitch replied just as John first penetrated Vanessa’s sweet hole. She responded simply by bucking her hips and spraying a spitwad across his face.
As John’s pace accelerated, Deanna came forward to taunt their victim a bit more. She leaned forward so that her bare tits were tantalizingly close to his face and grabbed a handful of hair. “Look at you. You’re fucking pathetic. You know, if your face wasn’t covered in spit I might actually let you taste these sweet tits.” Deanna followed up her humiliating taunt with a fresh spitwad fired at point blank.
“But you know, my ass could use a good spit-shine” Deanna added as she planted her leather-clad ass square on the slave’s face. The bed became a sea of wanton sex, as John pounded away at the beautiful Vanessa, whose full weight rested on the exhausted slave. Deanna was also grinding back and forth across the slave’s face while she admired John’s mighty thrusts. “Ohhh, yeah, big boy! Fuck that pussy! Make her cum! I wanna see her juices flowing all over that big thick cock. Lemme see it trickle all the way down your leg and onto this worthless piece of shit. Fuck her! Fuck her! Oh fuck yeah FUCK HER!”
Deanna’s encouragement was successful, as Vanessa rapidly neared her climax. She reached around to take hold of the leather shorts in front of her and really worked them into the slave’s face. Vanessa squeezed Deanna’s tight ass, as her tits rubbed up and down the captive’s chest, her pussy undulating up and down & left and right, across the bitch’s cock to eagerly meet John’s mighty tool. John and Vanessa had a war of the orgasms – each moaning in sheer ecstasy as they exploded into and onto the other.
Deanna hopped off of slave’s face with an audible ‘plop’ and giggled “Ooo, ooo, do me next, do me next.”
“Hold on baby” John responded as he went to retrieve the camcorder from the tripod. “I want to make sure this bitch cleans up my woman properly.”
Vanessa was clearly glowing from head to toe, as she coated the slave’s happy trail with a slippery one. Wasting no time, she pinned his shoulders and let the love juice drip onto bitch’s face. “Get it while it’s hot” the speakers chimed as Vanessa lowered her soaking, stinking, beautiful black pussy onto the poor toy’s mouth. The camera faded out.
After a stiff drink, I decided to watch the video one more time. You know, for educational purposes. Five minutes in, my cell started to vibrate.
“So, Ronin, who would you rather be? The bitch or the stud?”
“I mean, you know, if we didn’t work together…”
>>Not sure where I'm going with this one. May be continued, or I might leave it in short form. Guess we'll see what happens next week...:beer:
Vanessa came in Monday morning dressed to kill. She had a habit of wearing full-length skirts to work that always hugged her curves in just the right places. The turquoise knee-length piece on this day did all that and so much more. When she came by my office, I could fully admire her lean, dark calves for the first time. The pen that she dropped led my wandering eyes to her undeniably feminine feet. And when she leaned forward to pick it up, I was treated to the sweetest, softest cocoa cleavage imaginable.
My full-on gawking did not go unnoticed for long. But unlike my clumsy demeanor, Vanessa was brimming with confidence. Locking eyes with me, she casually picked her pen up and traced it along my chest and throat. With a perfect smile, she steered my slack jaw back to its proper place.
“You know, it’s really too bad you’re such a tight ass. We could have had a lot of fun together” she teased, while running her pen across my lips. “But I guess I do see your point. I wouldn’t want you to feel uncomfortable at work.” With that remark, Vanessa dropped the pen and grabbed ahold of my stiff cock. “Deanna” Vanessa directed to our shared secretary – another stunning ebony beauty, “Can you please pull Ronin’s door closed? I’ve got my hands full in here.”
As the clicks from Deanna’s heels drew near, my hard-on grew steadily. Vanessa’s seductive smile seemed to match my growth inch for inch. By the time Deanna reached the room I was on the verge of staining my slacks. Vanessa mercifully released her new toy and shuffled some papers in front of our assistant. “Is everything alright?” Deanna asked.
“Just fine sweety, we just have a lot of work to catch up on in here.” After Deanna left, Vanessa started to run some numbers on a joint account of ours, going about our day like nothing had happened. She instantly turned 180-degrees into 100% professional. I was left with nothing but a raging rocket and a curious libido. We worked together through the morning, just as any other day. Neither of us mentioned the early morning excitement for different reasons (mine: speechlessness, hers: supreme satisfaction).
In fact, it was business as usual for the next several weeks at the office. Although, Vanessa’s wardrobe did grow consistently shorter and tighter. Deanna also started to add a few skimpy tank tops and tight pants to her more casual wardrobe. The way her ass bounced with every step was simply hypnotic! She was finding more and more reasons to visit my office. The casual touches seemed to linger a bit longer. There was now the slightest hint of mischief spiced into Deanna’s sexy, innocent voice. In short, the girls guaranteed me two rock-solid erections every workday. Whether I liked it or not.
It was after one of these especially spicy Wednesdays that I returned home to an unexpected FedEx at my doorstep. I opened the package to find a post-it note stuck to a burned DVD. “Watch this tonight” was the brief message, signed by two pairs of perfect lips. The opening scene was beautiful, if not unexpected. Vanessa, wearing a baby blue teddy was passionately kissing the leather-clad Deanna. The camera zoomed in as Vanessa caressed her girl’s cheekbones down to her shoulder blades.
The lovely pair separated their lips, but not their tongues, which eagerly teased at each other. Deanna, obviously aroused, began to fondle Vanessa’s amazing breasts through the thin fabric. The leather vixen began working her partner’s firm, bouncy tits in simultaneous circles. Vanessa responded with a loving embrace, deeply penetrating Deanna’s mouth with her tongue, then tilting Deanna’s head back to taste her dark chocolate neck. The camera panned-out to reveal that the two goddesses were not alone. Beneath their straddled legs lay a prisoner, naked and handcuffed to the bedposts.
These girls certainly had my undivided attention now. Vanessa’s knees straddled the captive’s head, and left him staring straight up at her beautiful black ass. The camera came around to show just how lovely the blue lace highlighted her dominant curves and folds. Two leather gloves slowly found their way down Vanessa’s back to fondle her ass, and you could see the exotic ladies’ thighs rubbing together. With a quick flick of the wrist, Deanna sent jello waves through the queen’s humps. She massaged her lover’s backside much the same way as she did her tits – working it around and around in a perfect rhythm.
The torment apparently became too much for the poor man, as he began jerking helplessly against the restraints. With that, Deanna pulled tight against Vanessa and gazed down at the slave. “What’s the matter little bitch? Can’t you take a little teasing?”
SLAP! The leather glove left its stinging mark across his face.
SLAP! SLAP! The last backhand had the desired effect, as Deanna brought their boytoy to tears. “You know, some women show mercy when they see weakness like that. I don’t. So, you would be smart to stop crying and start kissing ass, slut.” SLAP-SLAP!!!
Deanna guided Vanessa’s perfect posterior onto the punk’s face, jiggling it around until the crack finally formed the perfect seal around his nose and mouth. With the slave’s vision clouded by ass, Deanna reached forward to undo the cameraman’s belt and take control of it. With belt in hand, Deanna slid south and captured the captive’s cock beneath her coarse leather shorts. While Vanessa smeared her scent across the toy’s face, Deanna began roughly dry-humping his rigid cock. The camera soon captured nothing but glorious ass and desperate attempts to breathe.
The magical melody of Vanessa’s sweet cheeks made time stand still. I just watched, fully engulfed, as her hips rolled back and forth from chin to dome. Ohhhh, it was pure bliss. Each cheek just seemed to glide over his face like warm butter. Tiny beads of sweat formed the perfect lubricant as she slid gracefully across the mark; over and over and over again. Once Vanessa had marked her territory, and the slave lost all will to resist, she placed her fists on her hips and started bouncing up and down against his noggin. Slowly at first – she was clearly enjoying this – and then quicker and rougher.
Her sole purpose being to totally humiliate the bitch, Vanessa would drop her ass to within an inch of his face and then tap at him with one voluptuous cheek at a time. With globes giddily dancing all over the place, a full body shot of the scene showed a look of pure dominance on her face. She looked straight into the camera and said “You’ve been a bad *licks her lips* bad boy.”
On cue, Deanna unperched from her cock, and grabbed the toy by his ankles. She folded them upwards towards his face until Vanessa took hold of them. He was fully exposed now, just the way the goddess desired as she planted firmly on his face. A close-up showed him wholly entrenched by the baby blue Bitch. “Scream if you want to. In fact, I hope you do. I know you will bitch.”
“aaammmmmmmmppphhhhhh” was the response as I saw Deanna rain down a fearsome strike of the belt to the man’s vulnerable package. Deanna followed her initial attack with ten stern whips of the ass. All the while Vanessa was grinding that perfect pussy package all over his tear-streaked face.
Vanessa released the limp legs as the cameraman came into view for the first time. He and Vanessa wasted no time tearing each other’s clothes off. The wonderfully naked goddess started at the foot of the bed and slid her sweaty, curvy body up the length of the still-bound slave. Her steaming pussy came to rest on his aching balls, and Vanessa took her toy by the chin. “John’s gonna fuck me now. And you’re gonna watch.”
“What do you say bitch?” Vanessa chided as the well-hung stud began to take his position behind her.
“Ohh, thank you Goddess” the bitch replied just as John first penetrated Vanessa’s sweet hole. She responded simply by bucking her hips and spraying a spitwad across his face.
As John’s pace accelerated, Deanna came forward to taunt their victim a bit more. She leaned forward so that her bare tits were tantalizingly close to his face and grabbed a handful of hair. “Look at you. You’re fucking pathetic. You know, if your face wasn’t covered in spit I might actually let you taste these sweet tits.” Deanna followed up her humiliating taunt with a fresh spitwad fired at point blank.
“But you know, my ass could use a good spit-shine” Deanna added as she planted her leather-clad ass square on the slave’s face. The bed became a sea of wanton sex, as John pounded away at the beautiful Vanessa, whose full weight rested on the exhausted slave. Deanna was also grinding back and forth across the slave’s face while she admired John’s mighty thrusts. “Ohhh, yeah, big boy! Fuck that pussy! Make her cum! I wanna see her juices flowing all over that big thick cock. Lemme see it trickle all the way down your leg and onto this worthless piece of shit. Fuck her! Fuck her! Oh fuck yeah FUCK HER!”
Deanna’s encouragement was successful, as Vanessa rapidly neared her climax. She reached around to take hold of the leather shorts in front of her and really worked them into the slave’s face. Vanessa squeezed Deanna’s tight ass, as her tits rubbed up and down the captive’s chest, her pussy undulating up and down & left and right, across the bitch’s cock to eagerly meet John’s mighty tool. John and Vanessa had a war of the orgasms – each moaning in sheer ecstasy as they exploded into and onto the other.
Deanna hopped off of slave’s face with an audible ‘plop’ and giggled “Ooo, ooo, do me next, do me next.”
“Hold on baby” John responded as he went to retrieve the camcorder from the tripod. “I want to make sure this bitch cleans up my woman properly.”
Vanessa was clearly glowing from head to toe, as she coated the slave’s happy trail with a slippery one. Wasting no time, she pinned his shoulders and let the love juice drip onto bitch’s face. “Get it while it’s hot” the speakers chimed as Vanessa lowered her soaking, stinking, beautiful black pussy onto the poor toy’s mouth. The camera faded out.
After a stiff drink, I decided to watch the video one more time. You know, for educational purposes. Five minutes in, my cell started to vibrate.
“So, Ronin, who would you rather be? The bitch or the stud?”
“I mean, you know, if we didn’t work together…”
>>Not sure where I'm going with this one. May be continued, or I might leave it in short form. Guess we'll see what happens next week...:beer: