Her New Employee, Pt. 1

There is a girl at my office, much younger than I, mid 20's, who Jay and I find mutually attractive. We joke about it from time to time. We were having such a conversation once in which Jay suggested I should ask B if I could wear her panties. We both laughed, then both stopped cold at the same time, and gasped, "That's hot!" From that exchange grew the following smutty story in my head...

She had been keeping an eye on her new employee for several weeks now. She observed her round little ass as it left her office, gazed discretely at her breasts as she bent over her desk, watched her full, pink lips move as she spoke.

One afternoon when she decided she had seen enough, she asked her new employee to accompany her to lunch. The girl was positively giddy as she accepted her offer. She saw her slip into the restroom 15 minutes before their agreed upon lunchtime, and emerge with fresly applied lipstick, and a well powered nose. She smiled to herself at how eager her new little employee was to impress. She looked forward to discovering just how far she could push her enthusiasm.

When lunchtime arrived, she packed the girl into her car and chauffered her to a mutually pleasing restaurant. They made chit chat on the way, discussing the weather, pets, weekend plans. Once they were seated, she made a few menu recommendations to her guest as they settled comfortably into further "girl talk."

At one point in the midst of this conversation she complimented her new employee on her beautiful green eyes to which she offered a self-concious "thank you." Another point in the conversation found her gazingly openly at the girl's ample breasts until she giggled and blushed. As they wound up their meal, she announced she did have an important reason for inviting her out to lunch today, and suggested they discuss it further in the car.

She paid the bill while the girl again retreated to the restroom to freshen up. She returned seeming anxious and apprehensive about the discussion looming in the car.

When they were seated in the car, the girl immediately blurted out,

"Ma'am I hope you are pleased with my work. I trust it is up to your standard."

To which she offered a soothing, "Oh yes, dear. Everything is fine in that department," as she patted her bare knee.

She then turned to her, her own cleavage spilling out the top of her blouse and said,

"I had simply hoped we might get better acquainted. You would like that, wouldn't you?"

"Ummm hmmm," came the girl's murmered reply.

"I've taken a special interest in you dear. You're a very pleasant addition to our team," she cooed as she leaned closer to the girl.

"I'm so glad you are pleased, ma'am," came the girl's response.

"I am, dear, very please," she agreed, her face inches away from the girl's, her hand resting lightly on her thigh.

She inhaled her cinnamon scented breath just before their lips met. The girl gave a surprised little "oh" as their tongues found each other. The kiss seemed to last an eternity, growing more and more hungry as she ran her hand up the girl's smooth thigh.

She pulled back, stroking the girl's hair and asked, "Shall I continue, dear?"

"Y, ye, ye, yesss ma'am," came her breathy reply.

Mental Images

This morning found me pressed against Jay with his very hard, very well lubed cock in my hand stroking slowly, firmly as these particular images played in my head...

A nameless stranger is pressed up behind me in a hotel room bed, he wraps a hand around my forehead, violently jerking my head back as he thrusts his hard cock inside me.

"This is what you've wanted all day, isn't it slut?" he whispers in my ear.

I nod my head as his hand holds my head firmly pressed back against his shoulder.

"Yes, I know it is. Do you know how I know?" I shake my head slightly. "Because your pussy is so goddamn wet," he grunts as he fucks me harder and harder.

He guides my hand down to my cunt. I rub my own swollen clit as he whispers, "Feel how wet you are. Only a whore gets that wet for her man. Are you a whore?"

"Yes," I whisper hoarsely.

"That's right, you are," he agrees as he thrusts my fingers slick with my own desire into my mouth.

"Taste what a greedy little whore you are."

He pumps harder and harder inside me, his hand goes around my throat, squeezing harder and harder. My pussy begins to pulse around him as I lose all ability to breathe.

"That's it, cum you little cunt," he snarls as I begin to claw at his hand around my throst, my lungs desperate for air even as my body writhes in orgasm.

He flips me over on my stomach as I cough and gasp for air.

I am pulled onto my knees as he presses my face into the mattress, enters me again, and violently fucks my throbbing cunt.

"You're not good enough to look at me while I fuck you. A little whore like you needs her face shoved into the mattress while I fuck her," he spits at me.

"You're not even good enough to cum inside," he berates as he pounds his body against mine.

When his orgasm approaches, he pulls out, straddles my back, holds my head down against the mattress and unloads all over the side of my face.

As this all plays out in my head, my pussy grows more and more aroused until it is literally throbbing painfully as I stroke Jay's extremly firm erection. Finally, when I can stand it no longer, I moan that I need him to fuck me. Honestly, we are both so worked up, that it only takes a minute or two of me rubbing my clit as he fucks me until I cum. He follows seconds after, cumming like a freight train inside me.

I'm feeling so turned on as I type this, I think I may need to excuse myself upstairs for my third orgasm of the day!

The Halloween Frolic

I have been remiss in relating the details of our Halloween fun last weekend. It has been a very busy week compounded by caring for our sick son who somehow developed an ear infection at the age of 15!

I am finally here now with the details. It was, in short, a fun and sexy time! This is a very important point, as the last time we went out for Halloween two years ago, we had an awful time. Jay and I had gotten into an argument earlier in the day regarding, of all things, bumper stickers on our cars...LOL!! He had seen fit to purchase a bumper sticker endorsing Fred Thompson for President and place it on my car since mine is the family vehicle without even consulting me. I took this as free license to place bumper stickers of my own choosing on the vehicle as well. So, I purchased a Barack Obama for President bumper sticker and placed it on our vehicle. Well, a rather large battle of wills ensued which ended with me storming out of the house and ripping both bumper stickers from the car while yelling at him from the driveway!! It's a very funny story now, but at the time I was PISSED!!

So we started the evening off angry,and it just got worse from there. We were staying at a hotel downtown for the night, and I realized once we got there that I had forgotten my overnight bag which held all my make up and toiletries. We eventually made it to the party and it just wasn't our scene. It was, for lack of a better description, far too "vanilla." The music was lame Top 40's, the guests were all younger than us, and I wanted to leave almost as soon as we got there.

We were determined this year would be different,and I am pleased to say we succeeded! The party was held in a large warehouse that had been turned into a sort of a nightclub. There was a large fire breathing dragon erected outside. Inside, the music was loudly pumping with an Industrial/Goth sort of vibe. There were little snippets of a mishmash of scary movies being projected on one wall. The costumes adorning the bodies of the other guests were delightfully skimpy, erotic and/or exotic...Cleopatra with her ass all but hanging out, naughty witches, sexy kitty cats in latex, etc. Jay and I soon scouted out the area we were most interested in which was set up with a whipping cross, bench, and restraint chair as there was to be a demonstration later in the evening.

We sat and drank for a while, casually observing those around us. As the party began to liven up we began to move about until we found ourselves once again drawn to the demonstration area. We watched while a tiny little girl strapped a shirtless man to the whipping cross and began to expertly whip his back with both sensual and cruel strokes. Jay lifted my dress a bit and began to spank my bottom as we watched. I grew terribly turned on by it all. Eventually, I just bent over and told him to give me a good whack! One of the roving photgraphers for the event saw us and asked if he could photgraph us. We eventally wound up with me bent over the whipping bench, Jay behind me with the paddle he had brought in the hopes just such a spanking opportunity would arise, my skirt raised just enough to expose my bare ass sans panties as usual. I have posted one of these pics for your viewing pleasure below.

After our little spanking session, I was drawn to the dance floor by the pounding beat of the music. Somewhere in the midst of our dancing, Jay took my leash from his pocket and attached it to my collar. He used it to lead me about the dance floor as his whims saw fit. We had a great time letting loose and feeling sexy on the dance floor.

Eventually, my body began to remind me that it was late and it needed to be put to bed. We took our leave about 2 am, pleased to have had such a great time.

These folks put on events at different locations reguarly throughout the city. Jay and I used to enjoy a club here in Atlanta called The Chamber which closed about 6 years ago or so. We have been unable to find anywhere to go for a fun time ever since. I am pleased to announce this party had the same sort of feel as The Chamber, and Jay and I are so excited to have found a place to have fun again for those extremly rare evenings when we are free to go out together.

All Hallow's Eve...

Jay and I are looking forward to a spooktacular evening! I couldn't resist sharing this extremely spooky looking picture he took last night in our bathroom with our daughter's Halloween glow stick..LOL. Happy Halloween!

HNT: French Maid

So Jay and I are excited about Halloween night. After taking our daughter trick or treating, she is going to her grandparents, her brother is going to a friend's house and Jay and I are heading off to a Halloween "event." This is not just any event. It is billed as "Erotic Evil," with the overriding theme being BDSM oriented.

Below is the costume I have purchased for the evening's debauchery. Jay will be a "refined gentleman" attired in suit, bow tie and monocle. He plans to affix my collar around my neck and lead his little french maid around by a leash. He also tells me he will be carrying his paddle with him so that he may swat my wayward little ass periodically throughout the evening.

Oohh, I'm so excited just thinking about it. I can't wait!!

The Present

Daddy presented me with the most wonderful present Saturday night. As you can see in the picture below, it is a tack bra made just for me. For those of you who may not be able to decipher the picture very well, it is a bra with many tacks distributed evenly throughout the cups. I had actually read about such a thing recently and was very turned on by the idea, but didn't have the nerve to actually ask him for such a bizarre thing. He had apparently also had the same idea planted in his head by another source and had been kicking around the idea of making one for me for some time. He admitted that he didn't actually think I would be willing to wear it. He was most decidely mistaken!

He made a trip out Saturday afternoon indicating he needed to procure something for this evening, then spent an inordinate amount of time in his office "preparing" the items he had purchased. I assumed it was something for me and something sexual in nature as our son had plans to spend the night at a friend's which generally means we are free to engage in all manner of spanking and debauchery once our daughter is asleep.

Once I had the little one down, I went to our bedroom where he had an outfit laid out for me...bra, panties and silk robe. For some strange reason, I had a sense/hope that he was making just such an item for me even though we had never had any discussions about our mutual desire for me to wear a tack bra for him. When I saw a brand new bra laid out on the bed, my hopes grew. I literally squealed with delight when I picked it up and confirmed my suspicions.

I carefully strapped it on, and well, it was uncomfortable, but in a very erotic sort of way. The tacks pricked my breasts deliciously. I felt them bite into me as I gingerly moved about.

"You know I'm going to make you wear that all day one of these days." Daddy announced with an evil little smirk on his face.

"Ok," I agreed hesitantly.




The evening continued in a most erotic fashion. Jay was free to spank me as he saw fit... he chose his hand and a paddle this particular evening. He pressed me down into the bed with one hand as he paddled me with the other. I moaned in sheer ectasy as the tacks bit into the delicate flesh of my breasts as he set my ass on fire.

Somewhere in the midst of the session, Daddy paused to snap the picture of my red ass that you see below. The bruise is actually left over from our play session in the closet earlier in the week.

I was such a happy little girl afterwards!

In the Closet

Last Tuesday Jay messaged me saying simply that I ws to pick out some panties to wear under my PJ's after my shower that evening. I replied back in agreement, and did just as I had been instructed.

After getting the 6 year old in bed, and observing that our son was engaged in video games in his room after completing his homework, I returned to our bedroom and locked the door as I had been directed to do. I found Jay busily arranging rope on the closet door, and knew I was in for a deviant evening.

When his preparations were complete in the closet, he came to me in the bedroom waiting for him in nothing but my black panties. He carefully fastened my ankle and wrist cuffs before leading me into the closet. There, he buckled my collar tightly around my neck before lashing me face first to the door by both collar and wrist cuffs, suspending my arms overhead.

He began with a few slaps to my ass with his bare hand. He soon moved to a more effective tool...the crop. He began with short, soft little slaps giving me time to sink down into that "place." The blows built in intensity, the sharp "crack" of the crop meeting the flesh of my ass growing louder and louder in the tiny closet. I felt myself sinking down into my "happy place" where I would gladly do anything for him if only he would continue to beat me black and blue.

He lowered his pants behind me and began to rub his hard cock against my panties. I pushed back into him with my growing need to be filled.

"You like that? You want that inside you?"

"Yes, Sir," I mewed.

He slapped my ass a few more times before slipping my panties off as he bent down to attach a spreader bar to my ankle cuffs. as he did this he spoke to me,

"Do you know what stuffing is, little girl?"

"No, Sir," I answered apprehensively.

"Well you are going to learn. Daddy's going to teach you," he replied.

I began to grow a bit nervous. I knew he must mean to stuff my pussy with something; it was the not knowing with what that had me worried.

When he had my legs properly restrained and parted, he took my panties in his hand and proceeded to stuff them inside my cunt until they hung there between my spread legs. He then went back to his work on my ass...spanking ever louder and harder.

When the panties eventually fell out of me, he took them and stuffed them into my mouth. The crop continued it's assault on my ass. I moaned with each delicious, stinging blow. My arms grew more and more uncomfortable suspended over my head. I began to squirm about, seeking relief. I complained around the gag of panties in my mouth, hoping he would release me.

"Did you just ask me to let you go?" he bellowed.

I nodded my head silently and mumbled, "Yes, Sir," around the gag.

"I can't fucking believe you just did that," he hissed.

He reached into his bad and I heard a distinctive "click" behind me that I knew almost immediately was a knife being opened. I had expressed my desire for knife play to him several times long ago, but had accepted that it was something he was just too uncomfortable with. I shivered with a mixture of genuine fear and arousal at the thought of a knife in his hands behind me.

He drug the edge of the knife across my burning ass, tracing it over my vulnerable skin. I believed he might have cut me, but was uncertain if it was simply the stinging of my welts I felt.

My breathing grew more labored as my arousal increased. I felt my pussy going slippery with my excitement. He lifted my breast and began to run the blade underneath it. I tried to remain very still to avoid being cut, yet my whole body shook as I snorted air in and out of my nostrils like a spooked horse.

The knife moved to my upper back as he tapped the point of the blade against me. When he had had enough, he jerked my head back by my hair, laid the smooth, cold side of the knifeblade against my throat and whispered against my ear,

"Are you ever going to ask me to let you go again?"

"No, Sir," came my obedient reply.

With that he took mercy on me, removing all my restraints. He had me step back into my panties, wet in places from my mouth.

"I'm going to fuck you in these panties and you're going to eat my cum from them," he asserted.

"Get on your knees," he ordered.

When I had complied, he told me,

"When I open this door, you are to crawl on your hands and knees to the bed. Do you understand?"

I nodded that I did.

He opened the door and I crawled as instructed with him behind me swatting my bottom with the crop as if urging a stupid animal in the right direction.

He directed me up onto the bed (he had been thoughtful enough to light a scented candle giving the bedroom a sexy aura) where he immediately pulled me to him, shoved my panties to the side and began to fuck me.

We fucked furiously, both of us sexually charged with the scene that had just played out in the closet. When he came, it was hot and sticky and messy.

We lay next to each other only for moments before he instructed me to take off the panties. I hesitantly removed my underwear knowing what was coming.

He propped himself up on an elbow and said with an evil gleam in his eye,

"Do it, baby. Eat my cum."

Now I have no problem swallowing cum as it explodes into my mouth. I have no problem holding it in my mouth for a few moments before swallowing, but somehow once it has left the body and landed on another suface to grow cold with dying sperm, it becomes less than desirable to me. Jay knows this since we've had conversations about it in the past. Which is exactly why he asked me to the lick his cum from my panties.

Ever longing to play the game with him, I did as I was told. I brought my underwear to my mouth, stuck out my tongue as he watched and slurped his cum into my mouth. I quickly swallowed lest I gag on the already cooling fluid as my pussy stirred again with the humiliation of the act.

"Good girl," he cooed as he kissed my cheek.

And that's the story of what happened in our closet on Tuesday night!