Written By: Sebastien La Croix

There’s a lot people don’t know about Ontario. When a province is bigger than most countries that sort of thing can happen. Canadians really have no idea how spread out we are until we get out of our cities and into the country. Those long stretches between civilization and primordial being can do a lot to the human spirit. Two hours north of Toronto you can find yourself in all sorts or predicaments and delicate circumstances. Take, for example, a very wealthy family with a 5000 square foot home on a private island in Muskoka. An abode privy to neither comfort nor commodity and yet sooner or later the gods will smile down and put these feeble humans to the test. Such is the story of Mrs. Stacy Muller and young Wade Walker.

Most people’s weekend getaways consist of camping up north on the long weekend with good company and fully stocked kegs and portable coolers. The Muller’s had a summer home. Not just any summer home but a four-acre private island off the coast of Muskoka. They had a 5000 square foot family compound, fully equipped boating dock, a 1500 square foot guesthouse, a pool, a Jacuzzi,  sandy beaches, and an 80-foot waterfall. Mrs. Stacy Muller designed the extravaganza but it was her ever-absent husband Mark who picked up the bill.  So what could a rich housewife do with her time and money? She would entertain friends, family, and spend time with her children. Stacy was a very understanding mother and never put up much of a fuss when her son Eric wanted to invite friends up to the island-after all, not like space or cash was an issue.

Like every summer Stacy went up a week before to open the house up for the summer season. She had a bit of trouble with putting together summer staff and found herself doing most of the work herself this year. Her daughter Estelle was off in Europe and Eric was useless at anything domestic. Somehow she managed to put it all together in time for the kids to show up. Kids, hardly, Eric was 21 now and so were most of his friends. The only exception in the group was Wade Walker, 19, but grew up with Eric on account of them living on the same street since they were kids. Wade was an awkward youngster but really turned out to be quite the looker at 19. Wade was tall, dark hair, dark eyes, defined jaw and brow…not to mention he looked much older than the rest of Eric’s friends.

Boys, in true boy fashion, did what they normally after a long road trip: fight over shower time, sleeping arrangements, and who forgot to bring up the booze. First things first the showers and sleeping arrangements had to be taken care of. As for the booze luckily the Muller’s weren’t short on cash or resources. Eric decided after they’d all showered they’d boat it back to the shore and pick some up in town and be back to the island in time for dinner. One minor problem, all this was decided while good old Wade was in the shower…the shower in the guesthouse that is. Wade often got the short end of the stick in these situations, but, he really didn’t see it that way: in his eyes he had a 1500 square foot bachelor pad all to himself. Nonetheless, no one told poor Wade as he showered that they’d be leaving without him. So it was that as the other boys were half ways across the water Wade was just getting out of the shower. This left just he and Mrs. Stacy Muller on the island–alone. 

If anyone is truly honest with themselves they might be inclined to admit that given the right circumstances just about anyone is capable of anything-and that in itself does not make anyone person good or bad: it is simply what makes us human. Fate would have it that Stacy and Wade would find themselves alone on the island just, as perhaps the worst thunderstorm of the season would hit cottage country. Just as the skies darkened Stacy found herself closer to the guest house than to the main house and as the rain began to pour she ran around the pool and towards the guest house porch where she stayed for a few minutes hoping the storm would subside, but, it didn’t. The thunder and lightening made it hard for Stacy to hear what was going on inside the guesthouse. Not far from her was Wade, naked on the couch (she’d picked out herself) stroking a most swollen and engorged member that stood at attention from between his legs. He was oblivious to the fact that Stacy was just outside and she didn’t realize that he was left behind by the others to begin with. Soon after Stacy realized the storm wasn’t going to die down for quite some time she decided to walk through the front door of the guesthouse, well she tried, but it was locked. She could either stay out there and possibly catch her death or run round quickly to the back where she kept a spare key. The choice was clear-she ran round the back. Her t-shirt was white and under the water revealed her still supple body. Not quite like that of a young girl but something beautiful in and of itself. Her nipples hardened quickly and even at her age the thoughts of what she’d done as a young girl under rain much like this still excited her. As she opened the back door those happy thoughts would be taken over by anger and sadness, as it had been quite some time since she’d felt the touch of a lover on a stormy afternoon.

She walked inside and took off her shoes letting down her hair. Stacy had such long and beautiful hair but never wore it down. My grandfather used to say that women often feel ugly because men don’t know how to touch them…in Stacy’s case my grandpa was right. She still had no idea that she wasn’t alone in that guest-house, but, as she took a few steps forward after kicking her shoes off she heard heavy breathing and light moaning coming from the family room area. She knew those sounds. She hadn’t heard them in a long time but she could recognize them anywhere. Her heart began to beat as she took another step and another until she stopped right by the doorway. Her heart was in her throat as she watched Wade Walker on her couch with all his 7 inches of thick cut cock in his hand as his head was cocked back and his other hand was clasping his chest. She could feel herself turn flush as he breathed deeply while slowing down his stroke. She felt terrible looking at this young man she’d watched grow up with her own son, but, somehow the guilt was not enough to take her eyes off him. And just as she was ready to look away before she might do something stupid Wade lifted his head up straight and looked directly at her not stopping for even a second. His hand firmly around his shaft as he locked eyes with Mrs. Muller. Truth was he heard her come in and he could smell her perfume from miles away. Wade had never seen her hair down before and the sight of a very wet and messy Mrs. Muller excited him so much that he got up and walked over to her quickly.

It was a small stretch of corridor to the back door of the guesthouse and the family room. Wade made over to Stacy rather quickly and boxed her in gently against the wall without touching her. He just put his arms up so that she couldn’t move left right or forward. She avoided eye contact and had her eyes down but still looking at the most beautiful part of him that grazed her ever so slightly. There’s never anything anyone can say in these moments that is the right or wrong thing: it’s much more like anything is the catalyst for bad choices. Wade was breathing very hard now, his chest moving up and down as he got closer to her, so close she could feel his breath on her as he spoke.

“I really like your hair like that Mrs. Muller”. He said pushing his cock on her just a little bit while running his hand up her stomach until he cupped her breast and when she didn’t move or say a word he squeezed it just a little. He could feel her heart racing.

“This is wrong Wade, I’m old enough to be your mother.” Suddenly, the guilt was over whelming for Stacy. She covered her face with her hands and became very emotional. She was so ashamed for having watched for so long and for having let this go so far. She could feel the warmth between her legs begging for that young man to fill her up but still she could not go through with it.

“But you’re not my mother Mrs. Muller.” Wade said as he pulled her face up by the chin so he could look at her in the eyes. “This storm’s going to last a long time and Eric won’t be crossing that lake unless he’s got clear sky and waters.” He slid his had off her breast and up her thigh until he planted it between her legs watching her bite her lip. “No one has to know.” He whispered while getting closer to her lips. “No one but you and me ever has to know”.

Just like a moth to a flame Stacy kissed Wade long and hard as he pushed her up on the wall feeling every inch of her body. He pulled her damp shirt clean off and kissed all up and down her neck. He was a strong young man and picked her up effortlessly taking her to the bedroom. He tossed her on the bed and crawled up on top of her sliding his hands up under her skirt. She was trembling slightly as he peeled them down thighs, past her knees, over the calves and right off. The sight of her shaking knees turned him on even more. Wade licked and kissed his way up the inside of her inner thigh pulling her skirt up until it became annoying and troublesome to his work and the simply pulled it right off her. He spread her legs and took hold of her hips as he took the first long lick over her, and then just like in a movie the lightening lit up the room and the thunder felt as though it might rip the roof right off. He ate at her and watched as her pelvis began to move and how slowly Mrs. Muller tense and tight demeanor loosed up just enough for her to begin to enjoy this spectacular moment. She began to moan and move until her hands found their way to her breasts and clasped on them squeezing hard. Wade dipped his tongue inside her and she liked it, he could feel how tight she was and knew he’d have to really work her up if he wanted to feel that warm wet spot with something other than his mouth. Sucking and licking her Wade was amazed at how bare her mound was. He was expected the exact opposite from Mrs. Stacy Muller. She didn’t seem like the type to be so exposed as it were. Just as she was oozing all over his mouth Wade saw it was safe to slip his finger in and play with her a while. She closed her eyes and buried her face in the pillow as she hung on to the sheets for dear life it seemed. He couldn’t stop smiling as he felt her so tight around his two fingers. He wanted to put another one in and just as he did she looked up at him and instantly he knew to get up and kiss her while sinking his three fingers in as deep as he could.

Just as he put his tongue in her mouth he could feel her hand on his balls squeezing hard. It hurt almost but excited Wade so much he didn’t bother to complain. Soon she let go and stroked him softly feeling every vein with her fingertips softly. She was so soft to the touch Wade cocked his head back letting out a sigh while leaving this three drenched fingers deep insider her. She’d loosen up this way…and he could just lean back a bit and enjoy her hand working his cock. So thick Stacy thought to herself. She no longer felt any kind of shame at all. She looked at Wade much like she’d wanted to look at a man for quite some time now. He was strong and agile. He felt every graze of her fingertips along his shaft and enjoyed her touch. And Stacy enjoyed his. She hadn’t felt anything fill her up like that in what seemed to be ages. She kept staring at his cock as the rain and wind hit the windows. The sound of the constant storming rhythm outside excited her so much that after stroking him for a few moments she dove down and swallowed his cock whole almost. She sucked just enough that Wade took his fingers out and had to lay back. He pulled her hair back so he could watch her suck and lick her way up and down his cock. Sucking a little on the head as she squeezed and held his balls. She filled her mouth with saliva and took his cock in as far as she could and just held it there as she moved her tongue around just a bit. Wade couldn’t believe it. Mrs. Muller was a deep throater…who’d have guessed it…who could have ever even fathomed it. The idea that the lady who used to watch him when his parents went away for the weekend was now taking care of his penis drove him crazy. And just like a dog that caught a whiff of the cat’s ass Wade stopped Stacy in mid blow job and put her on her back. He pulled her up towards him as he got on his knees between her legs. He leaned over and kissed her cupping her breast for a few moments. Wade then held his cock to the mouth of her pussy and put it in just an inch, just enough to feel her wetness. He put it in and took it out a few times until it seemed she really was wet enough to take all of him inside her. And one inch at a time he filled her up. Slowly he moved in side and out of her using his hands for support so that he made sure not to hurt her. He could feel her clenching at him from the inside.

“Don’t do that Mrs. Muller, I’ll come”. He said trying his best not to.

Stacy stopped and realized that despite his eagerness to please Wade really wasn’t all that experienced. She put her hands on his chest and worked her way around to his back digging her nails into them. Sometimes a little pain takes the mind off coming and it worked because Wade Walker soon got his vigor back. He sunk his cock deep inside her and for some reason he couldn’t control himself now. He was harder and pounding away at Stacy just like a young buck should.

“Like that Wade…” She said as she held her legs back close to her chest so he could penetrate deeper. “Fuck me harder.” She said softly. Wade couldn’t believe his ears; he was convinced it was the wind hitting the windows or the thunder messing with his mind. “I said fuck me harder!” She shouted grabbing on to his butt cheeks and pulling him into her hard as she thrust upward.

Wade was beside himself in shock. Mrs. Stacy Muller, the sweetest mom his side of the suburbs was asking him for “dirty fuck me sex”. All of this kept turning him on, especially her nails digging in to his skin. Mrs. Muller wanted dirty fuck me sex…Wade was going to give it to her. He pulled out quickly and turned her over on to her stomach holding her shoulders down as he straddled over her legs and assaulted her already salivating orifice. The storm outside wasn’t clearing up and actually began to sound like it was taking a turn for the worse. Could it be the gods smiling down at Stacy as the young thing moving between her legs was vexing her so viciously? She felt so nasty inside but she liked it, she missed it, and soon she began to think how long she’d been going with out it. She felt so vulnerable for a moment as she clasped the sheets feeling all the strength in young Wade’s hands holding her shoulders down.

“I want to feel you on me.” Stacy murmured softly.

Something so tender in her voice prompted Wade to slow down his pace and just lay his chest ever so slightly on her back as he pushed an pulled himself inside and out of her with his thighs over the side of her hips. She let out a big sigh as he penetrated deeply and just kept pushing in and out just a little. She was spread almost perfectly. Wade put his hand around and pulled her up towards him so she was bent ever so slightly. He could feel her wrapped tight around him so tight his shaft was totally immersed in her wetness. He slid his palm and fingers over her bare mound as he lingered inside her, applying pressure now and then just enough to watch her bite her lip or kick up her heals. He was in awe of this gorgeous creature beneath him. She moved in ways he couldn’t ever have imagined. Her cunt so hungry for his cock it just ached to be filled. Wade could feel her coming as he played with her just enough to quicken his pace again. He resisted just a little more as she started to move a little just begging for him to surrender the rapture his loins promised.

“Mrs. Muller..” He sighed.

“Call me Stacy, please, call me Stacy.” She answered while he kissed the side of her neck and shoulders.

“Stacy…” Wade whispered in her ear as he thrust into her sharply planting his knees firmly on the bed.

“Yes…” She answered as her eyes rolled to the back of her head.

“Do you like it when I do this.” He asked pounding on her again hard as he planted his had firmly on her clit.

“Yes…” She said as he moved just a little faster and harder.

“Do you want me to stop?” He teased while picking up the pace just a little.

“No…” She gasped fervid and grabbing the pillow hard as she bit into it.

“Tell me what you want then.” He said taking his hand off her clit and grabbing on to her hair. He was ready to come and fighting it. He could feel he’d found the spot and that she was coming.

“Don’t stop, Wade, I’m going to come, don’t stop, please.” She begged as the thunder seemed to get louder and louder, or was it her heart beating so loudly she couldn’t tell the difference between the two.

With his lips along the side of her face and breathing hard on her he fucked hard, deep, and fast. He was so tired as it became harder and harder to move in and out of her as she clenched from with in at his thickness. Mrs. Stacy Muller reached for her own clit as she howled loudly spending all her essence. Her back so sweaty from Wade’s chest, and Wade’s brow and hair soaked from how hard he’d been thrusting. It seemed they’d been fucking as long as the storm had been going outside, and that was a very long time. Just as he thrust hard for the last time he felt himself immersed inside her deep in his own come and her juices. He just lay on her moving slowly with his cock soft enjoying how it felt to come inside a woman. He’d never done that before. He liked how it felt and wanted to savor the moment while feeling her heart beat fast as she tried to regain her breath. He’d never felt so finished in his young life.

Stacy covered her eyes when the reality of what just happened started to find it’s way into her consciousness. She started to cry. She’d just had sex with her son’s long time friend and the son of a lady she’d known for 20 years. The reality was killing her. What was killing her more was that this same young boy had just given her something she’d been missing for what seemed forever, and, the prospect of not having this again was much worse than having experienced it at all. She didn’t have the heart to feel him pull out and she didn’t have the nerve to look him in the face either. It seemed in just a few moments everything had gone terribly awry. Sooner or later the storm would be over and this would have to end.

“Stacy.” Wade whispered while pulling her hand from her face. “They’re forecasting a very rainy season. Probably the worst one in 20 years.”

She suddenly smiled uncontrollably. He rubber her arms and kissed her face and shoulder tenderly only to turn her over and neck with her a while longer until the rain stopped finally. And just as the rain stopped they knew it would be only 20 minutes till Eric and the other boys made their way back to the house. Stacy picked up her cloths putting them on one at a time until she reached the back door where her shoes were. Just as she was about to open it Wade stopped her.

“We don’t have to stop. I mean, we can do this again. We can do it when ever you want.” He said tot her sincerely. Stacy looked down at the ground for just a moment and before she could answer he spoke. “I really want to be with you again.”

And with those eight words the rainiest season of the year became the best summer of Mrs. Stacy Muller’s life, not to mention, the most educational summer for Wade.

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The first days of summer are always the hardest to survive.  It’s the initial heat that gets right under the skin lingering there all day and night.  The problem arises when that lingering and most anxious feeling spills over into the following day…all the worse when the particular day in question consists of stress, conflict, and an overall unsavory feeling.  So it was in this sad state of affairs that Ryan left his office on a hot and hazy Friday evening.    There’s nothing quite like the sun setting over water in Austin.  Not sure if it’s because it shines through the city or if it’s because it makes the city shine a million shades of gorgeous.  Not even that sunset could sort Ryan out before he got home.  Every mile seemed to drag on forever between traffic lights and traffic jams.  All he could think of were all the ways he planned to bend and turn his wife when he walked through the door.  As he imagined it he got even more pissed off and bit-by-bit his body filled with adrenaline fueled by bad day at the office memories.  Just as he pulled into the driveway his teeth started to grind ever so slightly and all his senses suddenly became heightened and irritated.  Ryan put the car in park and clasped at his steering wheel while staring at his front door for about half a second before ripping the keys out of the ignition, getting out of the car, and slamming the door.  He took about three brisk steps before hitting the auto lock button on his key chain.  Walking fast turned into jogging up the front pathway not giving a damn about his brief case, wallet, or cell phone that were all sitting on the passengers seat.  He could smell dinner through the door as he unlocked it whipped it open only to slam it back shut.  Ryan slammed the door so loud he heard his wife drop something in the kitchen from how startled she was.  

“God damn it Ryan!” A sweet voice with a little bit of southern twang at the end of it.  The kind that comes out when someone gets upset or flustered.

All it took was those four words and all of Ryan’s frustration manifested into a bulge pulsating from under his work cloths.  He made his way over to the kitchen and took one look at the table that was set, the dirty dishes in the sink, and his wife’s round ass.  She was on all fours as she wiped gravy off the tiles.  Her ass just waiting for him under that cotton knit dress that hung on her just so perfectly.  Ryan could feel his mouth salivating as he walked over feeling his cock from over his pants.  He crept up on her not making a sound and knelt down behind her putting his hand around her waist as he hung over her with his chest to her back.  She could feel his breath on the side of her face as he moved her hair out of the way only to drag his lips over her cheek. He pushed himself up on her hard while finding his way up her thigh and inside her French lingerie full bottom panties and venturing inside them with great haste and force.  Ryan pulled his hand out and put it right up to his wife’s mouth forcing his fingers in it while she licked and sucked her essence off him.  

A lot of people wondered why he married her in the first place.  In order to understand it you would have to know Ryan, and the only one who gets close to doing that is his wife.  He was a very well liked young man growing up, sporty, smart, had everything going for him.  In high school he had a nice build, athletic, nice height, people generally like him, girls especially.  He wasn’t particularly popular but had access to all sorts of people and it’s one of the many personality traits he’s managed to hang on to since.  One of the other things he kept coming back to was Alex, his now wife.  Alex wasn’t much to look at in high school.  She wasn’t a cheerleader or interested in anything that girlie.  She was a bookworm of sorts who tutored football and soccer players for extra credit, and sometimes, extra cash depending on how much help they needed.  One of these students she tutored was a friend of Ryan’s.  And so it was that the socially apt and socially not so apt came to meet in junior year, well Ryan’s junior year Alex’s senior year.  She was tutoring his friend on a Saturday when Ryan dropped by.  That evening they were having a party at Ryan’s friends house.  Alex didn’t plan on staying but somehow the two managed to convince her to stick around for a beer.  One beer turned to two and three and before Ryan or Alex knew it they were in the guest house making it on every square inch of the place.  He’d been with girls before but none like her.  Nobody knew how to make him come like she did.  Soon after that night Ryan was sneaking off to see her every chance he got and they’d do it where ever and when ever they could.  When Alex left for college Ryan tried with other girls, just about any girl he could find he tried it with.  But, nobody could fuck him like Alex could.  For a man like Ryan that was important.  To be inside someone who knows how to satisfy and tire you out to the point where you can’t be with out being inside her.  That’s what Alex was for him: the perfect culmination of pleasure and satisfaction. 

Every time he tasted or touched her he never got tired.  Alex was no push over either.  She knew how to please.   She knew how to suck on his fingers to get him harder, so hard that he would undo his pants right there on the floor as he pushed her shoulders down and pulled her panties to the side.  She was always wet for him and he knew it.   Being with the same person over and over again has a few givens if the sex is good.  One of which is every time is the right time for a good fucking.  Ryan pushed his cock right in to her full force while pushing down on her shoulders.  As he fucked her steady as he loosened his tie then placing his hands on her hips as he moved faster and as she pushed back up on him meeting his thrust.  She was as wet as he was hard.  Ryan breathed heavily lost in her warmth.  They didn’t even have to speak they were so in tune.  He pushed deeper and deeper as he reached around to feel her breasts.  Unable to get the full feel of them he ripped at her dress until he got what he wanted.  How many of Alex’s outfits did he ruin for his own pleasure time and time again.  She got off on it and he knew it.  It drove her wild when he did it.  So wild he could feel your pussy tighten up on his throbbing cock as it tried to spread her over and over again.  He could hear her sighs turning into moans as she reached for her clit.  Ryan stopped her.  All of his days frustrations he put into every thrust, so hard his balls would smack her almost in the right spot just not long enough.  He fucked harder and harder.  The sun still setting through the shutters hinting just the right combination of burnt orange and shadow over their sweat ridden bodies.  He could feel his knees hurting from the strain the tiles were putting on them.  The idea of how much his wife’s hurt only made him harder.  It seemed he wouldn’t be coming for a long time but when he did it would be hard tonight.  He sunk himself in deep and held his cock their pulling Alex up by the back of her dress.  He took his left arm and hooked hers behind her while reaching around for her breast.  His cock just firmly sunken into her pussy as her thighs trembled and she tried to breath.  Sweat down her face and the gravy all over her dress.  Ryan kissed her neck as he squeezed her nipple just a little while taking an inch out and sticking her again hard.  Alex bit her lip and tried to move with him but it was so hard with her arms held back like that. She let out an exasperated gasp, half because she was at a breaking point and half because she knew it was just what he needed to slide this hand over her clit and fuck her right.  And that’s just what he did.  Surely that right hand made it’s way over her slippery clit and rubbed it as he held her arms back and began to rip into her again.  He loved the feeling of being in his wife while her pussy weighed down on him. When she was on top he loved it.  But when he was behind her and her pelvis was tilted just the right way the pressure was magic.   Was almost like being swallowed whole by that pussy.  So tight and wet over his hard member as he played with her until she squirmed and screamed his name.  Sometimes it’s when cock moves just a little but hard in and out of a woman that hits the spot for her.  He knew all the spots to hit and how to hit them.

The last bit of sun was gracing the kitchen and Ryan’s hand was drenched from Alex’s juices pouring over them as he played and dipped into his wife in more than one way.  He suddenly was taken over by a surge of energy like lightening through his body.   He let go of her arms and took his hand off her clit. He pushed her down on her side.  She hit the tiles hard and he was sorry because of the way she looked up at him for a second.  She knew what was coming.  He spread his wife’s legs as she lay on her side and straddles her leg on the floor while placing the other over his hips so that he was still the dominant one.  He put his cock in her again only this position allowed him to look her right in the eye while he fucked her harder and harder.  She locked his eyes as he pounded on her already ravaged pleasure spot.  She was so tired she couldn’t play with herself.  She just lay there as he put his hands on each side of her face and looked at her while having his way with her every time feeling like it sank deeper and almost hitting a spot that would be the end of her.  She spread wider for him.  She knew what it meant when he pushed inside her that way.  Ryan looked deep in her eyes slipping his tongue in her mouth slightly as he put one hand on her breast and slipped the other to the back of her head getting a grip on her hair just in case she looked away.  He looked at her both their pupils dilated, both dripping with sweat, both finding it hard to breath and neither having it in them to let go of this moment.  Never have a wife or husband been so happy for the bad mood their spouse came home with from work.  She secretly wished he’d come home like this more often.  Sex is always good but this was phenomenal.  She could feel it coming and her breathing grew short.  He held her by the hair and pulled it gently as she tried to look away.  He quickened his pace now because she was there, right there and he could feel it spilling over him as she moaned and her legs gave out completely.  Alex had nothing left to work with, totally used up and done with for the night.  Just as Ryan pulled out a small puddle followed and spilt on to the floor and all over him.  He was still hard and put it back in her.  She put her hand to her head and totally lost control pawing and clawing at his cloths.  She held on to his back and his ass cheeks as he had his final go.  She could feel herself come again as he was still quick in pace and then just like clock work she could feel his warmth fill her up until he slowly stopped moving all together.  

The only thing better than coming on her was coming in her.  He loved her.  No one else could understand why.  Men need a lot from a woman.  They need a wife, a friend, and a mother for their kids, and a whore—monogamous whore in Ryan’s case but a whore nonetheless.  She could do all the things he needed her to do and she could go anywhere with him no questions asked.  Alex was all of this for him.  She was a home in ever sense of the word.  She was the only home his cock knew and he couldn’t be with out her.  As he lay there on her he knew she could have stayed that way as long as he wanted and that in and of itself made him happy.  She could take his cock all night if she had too and she’d love it too.  More than anything a man need to know he’s wanted and welcome home…and home isn’t always where the heart is…cock needs a home too you know. 

Late Night at The Office   My uncle Jake would often remark: “Just because things ain’t hard, that don’t make’em easy”.  I never understood what he meant by that growing up.  I guess when the old folks tell you what to expect from life you really can’t grasp what they mean till the expected walks up and knocks the daylights out of you. I’m sure everyone has that moment where they wish they could rewind a pinnacle moment of life and do it over again.  I often do when I think of all the times I should have gone left instead of right.  I picture going left in my mind on a regular basis these days.  When I picture it, it usually goes something like this.  Days are monotonous…that shade of gray we all come to see and despise.  You wear the same suit to the same job on the same day of your dreaded life.  It would seem that the ninth ring of hell is a coveted vacation spot compared to the confines of a three by three cubicle plastered with post-it’s.  The various and never changing days of my life where I started and ended up going right all looked like this; all except for one.  I rarely stayed late at the office.  But, I was a friendly gal and the cleaners used to let me in and out whenever I need to stay a little later. The winters are always the hardest to stay late.  You dread the cold outside so much you don’t want to leave after a certain hour.  Seven turns to eight which turns to nine and before you know it, it’s eleven p.m. on a Friday night and you’re still at the office. What I need is to get out of these cloths and into a hot bath…what I’ll settle for is some freshly brewed coffee.  So what do you do? You stretch, you walk around your cubicle, you shift your bra around because you can…because there’s no one else there to notice.  It’s just you and the computer screen.  Of all the things lacking in your life at this very moment you reconcile the fact that there is only one you can actually remedy; despite your lazy and sluggish demeanor you get up to go and make some.  After a short stretch down the corridor you notice there are absolutely no remnants of the cleaners.  They left earlier than they should but then again Friday night is Friday night—even for the illegals.  At that very moment your eye’s attention is caught.  You take a step back.    A low-lit desk lamp barely shines in a corner office.  Must have been left on by the cleaners accidentally.  You continue your walk towards the lunchroom still adjusting your breasts in your bra all the while thinking it must be nice for anorexic girls…they know not the pains of under wire digging into flesh after 14 hours of bra hell.  Your thoughts are jolted by the voice of a man coming from the lunchroom…a voice in a heated argument.  You slowly creep closer and realize no one is answering him.  You start to wonder maybe you’ve had one coffee too many today, maybe your life has become the intro to some poorly written scary movie, or maybe that six hours of overtime really wasn’t worth it.  And at the moment of your ludicrous contemplation you take a few more steps and hear an angry “Goodbye” followed by the click of a flip phone closing.  You can smell the freshly brewed coffee and after all you didn’t walk all this way to go back empty handed now did you?  So you take the plunge after 30 seconds of contemplation and walk yourself right in there.  Now, although you got the gist a man would be in there you never once fathomed that you’d find the Executive from that corner office you just passed to be sitting in the lunchroom with one hand on his coffee mug and the other in his pants.  But what you really couldn’t imagine was that same Executive making eye contact when you walked through the door hand still in his pants choking on that freshly brewed coffee he was downing the exact instant you waltzed in.  Torn between helping the office pervert and running away as fast as is humanly possible.  Quickly turning beat red the inner good takes over and you run for some Kleenex and pass it to the office pervert who’s lame attempt to regain his bearings inspires sheer laughter, but, you opt to grab a bottle of water out of the lunchroom fridge instead;  all the while making sure never to look down at the hard on you can see bulging through Italian silk from the corner of your eye.  You’d think that in light of recently transpired events stiffness and rigidity would somehow dissipate…to the contrary he seemed completely unaffected by me or the situation.It made me angry.  I was angry he was there when I was there.  I was angry he still had a hard on.  I was angry at his aloof and uninhibited attitude.  I was angry that he could be that way with out shame or interest in what the next person may or may not be thinking. 

“I guess it went down the wrong way”.  He uttered in a calm collected voice.

God damned fucking Executives: condescending pricks to the end.  I could smell the cologne mixing with coffee.  I hated that guy.  I was so repulsed by him.  His assistant always hogged the copy machine and was always in everyone’s face.  Typical blond with purchased tits that must give a great blowjob because it’s the only reason she’s holding a job that pays better and requires less education than mine.  My blood pressure was rising and in a few seconds I quickly lost sight of my place in this company.

 “Maybe if you didn’t jerk off while drinking coffee you wouldn’t have that problem”.  I couldn’t believe the words lashing off the tip of my tongue. 

 I quickly poured my coffee, added milk and one packet of artificial sweetener all the while feeling eyes piercing the back of my skull.  Like a bat out of hell I fucked off right out of there.  I walked faster than I thought my soar feet could every carry me and sat back down in front of my computer screen sipping coffee trying to figure out how to function after what just happened.  What in the hell was I thinking?  This nervous tick took over my leg and I could feel myself get up.  I didn’t want to get up but for some reason I got up coffee mug in hand and seemed to be going back to the lunchroom.  Just as I turned I found Mr. Executive at my cubicle, and could feel him perfectly rigid against my stomach.  I could feel how anatomically correct he was because I had started walking before looking and walked right into him…getting coffee all over the both of us.  I couldn’t move when all I heard was…

 “I really liked this suit.  How do you suppose to make it up to me?” 

I dropped back down in my rolling chair with the mug dropping on the carpet floor next to me.  After a few hard long breathes and just as the coffee on the front of my blouse starts to feel cool and sticky I looked up.  I’m not like that little blond assistant.  My tits aren’t bought and that’s why they match my ass and thighs.  I’m not like the women he parades around with…but I am something…something unlike anything else he’s every experienced.  Just like an out of body experience I could see my hands sliding down the front of my blouse.

 “I really liked this outfit,” I said looking up as my hands made their way to my skirt and hiked it up ever so slightly.  “I think you should start making it up to me”.   There are many pleasures this life has to offer.  None quite like the site of a million dollar paycheck in the form of an attractive, intelligent, and powerful man dropping to his knees at light speed as he crawls over to you smiling much like you’d imagine God does.  Always the wiser and never letting on he’s beat.  He slowly trailed his finger up the inside of my calf and once he reached my knee I felt the entire warmth of his palm.  My instinct was to cross my legs as I cringed and that’s what I did.  But, you can’t start and not finish because men like him don’t start and not finish in life.  I could feel his palms prying my legs open.  I was getting an urge just like back in the lunchroom and was taken over by a very angered and hateful feeling again.  I didn’t know why but I quickly took my hand to the back of his hair and pulled ever so gently…the funny thing was he didn’t seem to mind at all.  Interesting set of events…one million kneeled before forty two thousand.  I slouched down a bit and put my calves over his shoulder revealing my thigh high stockings.  He looked a bit shocked…after all the over garments of life never really match the undergarments.  Especially when his little bombshell assistant wore granny pantyhose…my French lingerie may have been a little more provocative…but then again I was the only one who saw it…until now that is.  He put his hands on the front of my panties but I stopped him from taking them off.

 “You have to make me come without tasting me.” I said cruelly.  “That’s going to take forever.” He replied disappointed and confused.

 “I’m a patient woman.”  I answered while digging my heels into his shoulders.

I could feel his breath over my panties as he massaged my clit gently.  I was so wet but didn’t want to let on.  I could see he was excited as he looked up at me hoping for a reaction.  I tried not to give him anything at all.  Just as I didn’t he pulled me down on the floor.  I struggled with him but it was useless.  I could feel him finding his place between my legs.  I could feel his swollen cock through those pants as they tried to find a way out of there.

 “You ever been dry fucked on cheap carpet sweetie?”

 And just before I could answer his question I could feel him moving over me fully clothed.  All of his weight on me as he tried to kiss me on the mouth, but, I resisted, he settled for my face and neck as he pushed and rubbed himself on me harder and faster.  I clawed at his shirt and tried to push him off me.  I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of making me come so quickly.  There was no stopping him so I moved towards the Achilles heal of all men…I put my hand on his belt and undid it.  I got a quick response from that and he eased up and stood in front of me on his knees.  I undid his pants and watched his throbbing cock poking out of a whole in his boxer briefs.  He was so big.  Big man, big pay day, huge cock…some people are just born lucky I guess. I leaned back on my elbows and just looked at him breathing hard.  He could hardly contain himself as he pulled it out and stroked it.  I’d never seen one so big before.  Long thick and perfectly cut cock.  I tried not to look impressed but I could feel my clit pulsating.  He came in closer and tried to kiss me again.  Just as he was almost there I stopped him.

“I want you to slide your cock all over my pussy.  I want to feel the tip of your cock hard on my clit and then when I’m about to come I want you to fuck me.”

He looked at me as though I’d said something he’d never heard before in his life.  He turned flush for just a moment.  As though he felt the need to negotiate.  But, it wasn’t that at all.  I’d never seen a man genuinely need anything before. 

“I’ll do what ever you want just let me kiss you.” He said with fueled exasperation and yearning.   And I did, I let him kiss me.  I could feel his breath more relaxed now, his heart rate steady.  He kissed passionately.  Just a little bit of tongue at the end of each kiss.  He peeked his eyes open every time he caressed my breast.  This coffee stains were becoming so disgusting.  He didn’t mind it at all as he slid his hand into the cup of my bra.  I could feel him pulling down his pants with his hand.  He stopped pulling my panties down for an instant and put his fingers inside me.  

“Why’d you stop pulling them down?” I said enthralled with pleasure. 

“I like the way the fabric feels on the back of my hand when my fingers fuck you.” He answered putting them deeper inside me.   “This wasn’t a part of the deal”. I answered putting my hand on his cock.

 “I felt the need to renegotiate.” He answered cocking his head back just before he kissed me. 

I quickly pulled him closer to me with his cock.  I knew it hurt him just a little.  He took my panties off and pulled me closer to him.  He pulled me by my ankles.  I could feel a little burn underneath me but I didn’t care.  He rested my ankles on his chest as he placed his cock on my pussy.  He put his hand over the top where I left hair.  I liked it to be clean inside and underneath…but I still wanted to look like an adult.  He caressed the hair for just a second then slid the head of his penis over my clit all the way down to wet crevice of my little opening.  I could see he wanted to put it inside.  He ran his free hand through his hair.  I could see the anticipation was killing him.  The more I saw him suffer in silence the wetter I got.  He could feel it as he worked on me.  I knew he knew because I saw a sudden smile as he looked down on me.  He could see I was starting to move with him, my hips in sink with him.  It made him happy I could tell because with ever stroke over my clit he pressed just a little harder.  I could feel myself coming because I pulled my ankles off his chest and spread my legs wider.  He moved closer and was on top of me still massaging me with his hard cock only now he was licking and biting my neck.  I could feel him put an inch in, just an inch.  I was dieing.  I kept moving with him and he loved it.  He didn’t need to say anything.  We just lightly moaned and made quiet noises only animals could understand.  I put my hand on his cock and put it in a little more.  He got up on hands and I could see his back arching a bit. He tried to resist.  I could see he tried.  I didn’t want him to.  I just wanted to be devoured.  I knew he wouldn’t do anything unless I told him to.  He just looked down watching the tip of his cock inside and outside of me.   

“Fuck, oh fuck.” He gasped whilst looking down at me.  You rarely here women tell a story about fucking where eye locking is involved.  But, his eyes locked mine.  It was so intense that I pushed my pelvis up quickly.  I had all of him in me.  It was amazing.  He dropped all of his lower body into me.  I could feel him in side me for a short while just stalled there.  He watched my eyes and just stayed inside me not movie at all.  He kissed me a few short kisses and sank himself deeper.  He started moving and had perfect rhythm.  He filled me up.  I never wanted it to end.  He knew how to move and I moved with him.  Occasionally he’d take it out half way and watch my expression when he sunk it back in deep.  The fourth of fifth time he did it I put my hand on my clit and began massaging it.  

“Do that again.”  I said as my voice cracked.   It must have driven him wild because he took it all out this time and slid it back in slowly.  

“Again.” I said massaging my clit faster with my other arm over my face.  He quickly pulled my hand off my clit and put it over my head.  He then took my other hand and pried it from over my eyes and face.  I was tearing up and flushed with adrenaline.  He saw this and entered me while holding my arms over my head so he could watch me.  I sighed and moaned as I tried to be quiet.  He quickened his pace and kept sinking deeper.  It seemed like we’d be fucking all night at this rate.  He was insatiable.  He loved to kiss between obscenities.  He’d say something awful and kiss me.  

“You like my big cock between your legs don’t you.  Spread wider for me baby I want to fill your warm cunt.”   He took my left thigh and pushed it closer to the ground.  He pushed harder and kissed me hard as he thrust.  I could feel my thighs quiver and so could he.  He knew I was going to come and he picked up the pace.  He let go of my harms and I grabbed on to his back clawing and wrapping my legs around him.  He used his arms as leverage and fucked hard into me with that huge cock.  I knew he was ready to come when he ripped open my blouse.  At that moment I came hard and could feel my insides trembling along with my legs until I couldn’t move as I bit into his shoulder.  He pushed in to me a few more times exhausted and complete.  He pulled out of me and could barely move.  

 “Can I…”  

“Come on me.”  I said with very little breath left.He did.  He came on my stomach and then cleaned it off with a handkerchief he pulled out from his pocket.  I couldn’t breath.  I just lay there with my legs frozen and spread.  I closed my eyes just for a second when I felt a tongue licking the juices from my inner thigh and then that same tongue sinking deep in my pussy licking all the inside of it. I couldn’t move anymore.  I couldn’t even say stop.  But he did on his own.  “I just wanted to taste you.”  He said as he made his way back to my face.   He kissed me and was very tender.  Not at all like you’d imagine a man like him to be.  He kissed me for a long while after we’d finished.  Not just my mouth but my face, neck, and breasts.  He caressed every inch of me with his hands and occasionally pet my pussy after putting my panties back on.  Yes, he even put them back on for me.  When we finally managed to stand up he pulled up his pants and just stared at me.  I could see he was lost for words.  I was lost for words too.  The awkwardness of an after intimate moment is more about filling up the silence with something stupid than anything else.  

“I’m Jason.”  He said with a sheepish grin. 

“I know.  I work here.”  I answered doing up my blouse. 

“Well, I work here too, but I don’t know your name.”  He said standing closer.  “Really? You interviewed me.”  I said looking up with a very serious look on my face.  I was clearly lying, but I could tell he bought it as the holy look of terror consumed him.  

“Well, I am responsible for a lot of people, I can’t remember everyone.” In that moment he realized it wasn’t going well.  He realized he’d said something very wrong and was looking for an out.  

“I understand Jason.” I was finished doing up my blouse and moved on to my shoes. 

“So, will you tell me your name?”  He asked in the most needy way.

“Why?” I answered. “I don’t do this often.”  He paused and rephrased.  “I do this often but just not what we did.  What we did was something, well it was something, wasn’t it?”  

“Okay?” I gave him nothing to go on.  I could clearly tell that a man like him wasn’t used to working at women.  Having a woman once isn’t like keeping her.  And considering the expression on his face, I’m not sure once was enough.  He stood looking down at me and walked closer.  Jason put his hands on my face and made me look up at him.  I wanted to run out of there.  I don’t do this.  I don’t have sex with random people.  I don’t give over the edge. I do not pursue obviously impossible and insane emotional attachments.  I do not have a problem saying NO.

“We don’t have to do this again.  We just have to go for dinner and talk a bit.  Maybe see a movie. I need to put a name on the card when I send you flowers.  You follow me?”  He said getting closer to my lips. “Who says I want to see you again?”  I whispered.

“I do.”  He said just before kissing me. I stopped him. Against my better judgment, reason, and rational, I stopped him. “Amanda.”  I whispered.  Fighting every syllable from escaping my lips. 

He picked me up hugging me and looked around my cubicle.  “Amanda, where’s your purse?”  “Under the desk.” Suddenly I was being put down.

 “Grab your stuff.”  He said suddenly.

 “Excuse me.”  I retorted at the order. 

He was not amused in the least and went over to my desk and got it himself along with my coat.  He put my coat around my shoulders and handed me my purse.  I felt so wrong in that moment.  As though something had gone categorically wrong in my life.  I could see he saw this because he quickly remedied the situation.  He pulled me close and grinned sheepishly. 

“You need a shower, I need a shower…I’m taking you home, to my place that is.”  I just shook my head at this.  “Do you ever just say yes?”

“No.”  I answered. 

He couldn’t stop himself from laughing as he hugged me.  “I didn’t think so.” He kissed the top of my head as he hugged me.  “You’re a piece of work.”  He said while pulling me out of my cubicle.  As we left the pungent aroma of sweet and spilt coffee lingered.  Neither of us seemed to mind.  For once, I didn’t seem to mind…and that never happens.