Thursday evening, Bret was back at his club again, working. He'd taken Wednesday off -- it was really getting quite hard working all day, first at Falkner and Foster and now here -- but his conscience had forced him back tonight.
"Hey Boss!" a well-known voice exclaimed as his door opened and a peroxide-blonde looked inside, "you busy?"
Without waiting for an answer, Stacey sauntered into the room, looking good enough to eat. Her impressive tits had somehow been forced into a black top that -- from the looks of it -- should have impaired her breathing severely as it was much too small... which of course only made her oversized bombs look even bigger. The top ended just above her navel, showing off her slim stomach. Her skirt was plaited in red, dark green and black and combined with her heavy, black make-up and knee-high black vinyl boots and black stockings she seemed like an evil schoolgirl. Tuesday, she had been an 'innocent' little girl, today she was a blown-out dark minor. Bret loved it! Just like she knew the audience would...
"Eh..." he said, staring a bit at her before finding his words, "depends... what... what did you have in mind?"
"Well," she flashed her dirty smile, so full of promise, "I'm going on-stage in fifteen minutes..."
"Okay..." Bret said, not comprehending.
"And I was thinking... how
hot
it would be to go out there and dance for all the guys... right after you'd fucked me." She looked into his eyes, her own dark and inviting. One look at her, and Bret's ability to resist was sapped, and he could only nod his compliant acceptance, his dick already hard in his pants.
"I..." he began, not even knowing what he was going to say. He didn't seriously think he'd be able to turn down one of the hottest girls he knew -- even if he wanted to. And he certainly didn't want to!
"Hmm..." she didn't pay any attention to his weak attempt at protesting and walked further into the room, running her hand across the surface of his desk, "Tom's desk... I've always wanted to do it on it." She smiled down at him, the challenge clear in her eyes.
Bret nodded slowly and stood up, pushing his chair back. Her smile widened as she walked around the desk and stood in front of her boss. She snapped his laptop shut, pushed it aside, freeing space for... other activities. With a quick jump, she sat on his desk, looking oh, so tempting. Her skirt had ridden up, showing off her sexy thighs. While staring into his eyes, she slowly licked her lips and pulled the hem further up, revealing her completely naked pussy.
"Oooh," she breathed, "she's missed you..." Her right hand slid down between her legs, rubbing her little, hairless honeypot. Bret stared transfixed on her fingers as they explored her own secret folds, until she lifted her hand off it again and held them up to her mouth. With a wicked smile, she licked her fingers, enjoying the taste of her own juices.
"Mhm..." she sighed in clear enjoyment, "want a taste?"
Bret didn't need to be asked twice, and soon his face was buried in her ready snatch, eager to taste her once again. She smelled as good as he remembered, strong, musky, feminine -- he loved it! The smell was only the beginning, of course. He stuck his tongue out and softly touched her, licked her delicious pussy, getting a taste of what he'd already come to love: a woman's nectar.
"Ooh, Boss," Stacey gasped, only too happy to have found a man who enjoyed licking her. It felt so good! Soon, he once again found her clit and began teasing it, just like she wanted, just like she loved.
"Oh, my God!" she panted, loving his attention, "oh Boss!"
Damn, why didn't I come in here half an hour ago?
she cursed herself after a few minutes of inyense enjoyment. She could have spent forever enjoying his tongue -- but she needed to be on stage soon!
"Mhm, Boss..." she forced herself to say, "we don't have much time... and I need to feel your big cock in me before I go out there!"
He looked up at her, wet around the mouth and with a huge, excited smile. A woman
needing
to get fucked by him!? Hell yes!
He stood up and with overly quick movements, he pulled his pants and boxers down, letting his cock loose from its constraining cotton-prison. Having learnt something from his girls, he found a rubber in his wallet (that he'd put on the desk when he started working) and put it on, ready for action!
"Oh yeah, big boy!" the blonde stripper whispered, her eyes alive with desire as she eagerly spread her legs a little wider to grant him easier access, "come and take me!"
And suddenly her tight cunt got filled by him, filled to the brim! He didn't have much subtlety, he didn't have much experience -- all he had was an all-consuming need to feel her, feel the pleasure she could give him.
"Ah!" he gasped as her softness yielded to him, and he pushed all the way into her in the first, hard stroke.
"Umf!" she grunted, her expression becoming a little pained. He was big, she was not, and she wasn't quite wet enough for his hard assault.
Not that Bret noticed -- he just took her sounds as a sign of arousal and pulled out before thrusting into her again... and again. She felt so good!
"Oh God, Stacey," he panted, looking down at her hot body beneath him. Her big tits shook every time he pushed himself into her. God, that was sexy!
Her head rested on a stack of papers, her mouth halfways open, panting. The pain she'd felt at first was being replaced by pleasure as her body adjusted to his large prick, and she began moaning in desire and need. Her improvised pillow of Bret's work-documents was slowly sliding off the desk, but neither of them noticed, they were far too caught up in the moment to notice such trivialities. To do it here, in his office, on his desk that squeaked and creaked to the rhythm of him pounding her needy little cunt was incredibly erotic to the both of them.
"Mhm," she smiled up at him, looking into his eyes and seeing only a deep longing for her and her body, "so good, Boss!" She could feel the orgasm slowly rising in her body, the old, well-known feeling. It felt good, it got better but somehow, for her, it very rarely went over the edge into that mind-numbing bliss she'd experienced with him two days ago. She wanted it again. No, she
needed
it again!
Bret's problem was somewhat different. To him, the orgasm was only too near -- she simply felt too good. He had to hold back, had to get turned off despite the fact that he was fucking this near-perfect woman.
Brian Keller,
he thought desperately, recalling one of his friends from school. His face, his hair, his stupid little beard -- everything to hold back!
Brian... and Thomas. Sitting at the cafeteria... magnificent breasts, so big, oh God!
He thought and reached out and grabbed one of them through her top, mauling it.
So good... big and soft. I love her body, it's just -- NO! Brian and his stupid beard, oh God...
It was a losing battle. A young, in-experienced man like Bret versus Lil' Stacey's body -- no doubt where one should put one's money.
"Stacey..." he gasped, not able to fight back much more, "God! Oh God, I can't..." he shut his eyes, thinking if he couldn't see her, at least it would help somehow. But he kept thrusting into her, hard and fast, and he couldn't slow down, even if he wanted to. And he didn't, not really. He wanted to keep feeling the wonderful sensations, she gave him, never wanting it to end!
So close...
she thought, she was so close. But she'd stay 'so close' forever, just like she usually did. Might as well let him cum, so he at least got his joy -- he'd owe her one, that way... and it'd cement him as hers.
"God, Boss," she gasped, "gimme your cum! Cum in me, please!" Her pleading words were all he needed. She'd given her permission for him to stop fighting -- no reason to keep doing it then, right?
"Argh!" he gasped loudly and everything turned into pleasure as he shot his cum into the rubber.
"Oh yeah! Yeah!" she moaned, might as well give him the best possibly experience, "cum, Boss!"
"Yesss!" he sighed and collapsed, not seeing any point in staying in his upright position. Her body was soft and wonderful to rest on -- if only for a moment.
"I have to go, Boss," she whispered a minute later, "I've gotta be on stage in... three minutes."
"Oh. Oh! Yes, of course," with great regret he pulled out of her warm, slick pussy, and she ran off, giving him a last wink before she went out the door.
Great pussylicker doesn't mean great with the dick,
she thought a little disappointed, but resolved to get more of his tongue nevertheless.
---
The next day, Bret was once again in his office, working as usual. He was going over the profit-estimate for the next quarter when someone knocked on the door. Sighing, he looked up from his papers, "Enter!" There was always something...
The door opened and Bubbles, the tall, blonde stripper slowly walked into his office. She looked very hard down, not willing to look at him... or let him look at her. She was wearing a pair of cut-off jeans, showing off her toned thighs, a tight, white t-shirt with a large pink heart on the front and the usual towering stripper-heels. Her long, curly hair was a mess, though, not cared for at all but just hanging down, covering her face as she stared at the floor.
"What's up, Bubbles?" Bret asked, sensing that something was out of the ordinary. But then again, he didn't know her well enough to be sure.
"I... I..." she stammered, being unusually demure. Considering how good mood had radiated from her whenever he'd seen her before, even Bret, busy as he was, realised something was very wrong. What was it?
"Hey..." he said, "what's the matter?" He stood and went around his desk, standing in front of her. There was something odd about her eye... what was it?
When she finally looked up, he could see what was wrong, and he recoiled in horror.
She was sporting an enormous, black eye. Her entire right eye-socket was dark blue and brown and looked extremely painful. At closer inspection, her lip was cut too, giving the impression of someone who'd been beaten up quite bad.
"I'm sorry, Boss, I'm so sorry!" she wailed, "I didn't mean to, I'm sorry! I know I should be on stage tonight! I'm so, so sorry!" She attacked him and without a chance to even react, he suddenly had a beautiful, hurt stripper hugging him, clinging to him, holding on to him for dear life.
"I... I... what?" Bret asked, confused, horrified and unable to understand what the hell was going on.
