Im A Loser

I put my bag down and removed several tools. It didn't take me very long to disable the old- fashioned security system. Then I carefully jimmied a side door open. I closed it quietly behind me before moving to the stairway and climbing to the fourth floor.

No one was in the reception area of the Brookside Real Estate offices, but then, I knew the place would be empty. It was 7 PM and the offices had been closed for a couple of hours. I looked around in an attempt to determine which office belonged to, Brent Mason, the broker/owner of the company. That was when I heard the moans coming from behind the office door to my left.

There was a cheap lock holding it closed, but I made short work of it with my bar. The door popped open and I quickly stepped inside. Much as I expected, Sue was bent over her boss's desk as he drilled her doggy- style.

Both fornicators swung their attention to me. More precisely, they turned their eyes toward me, but Brent was still intent on pounding Sue's pussy into submission.

"Jack, this isn't what it looks like!" exclaimed Sue in what sounded like a concerned voice which would have been more convincing if she hadn't kept moving her ass back to meet Brent's thrusts.

"It looks like you're being fucked by your boss!" I snarled. "What part of that do I have wrong?"

"Well, that part is right. Does it look like I'm enjoying it?" asked Sue between moans. "That's what I meant when I said it isn't what it looks like."

"Truthfully? It look s like you're enjoying the hell out of it," I admitted. "Brent appears to have a pretty decent cock, and he obviously knows how to use it."

"That's what I meant!" insisted Sue. "It looks like he's giving me a royal fucking but it really isn't that great. I've only had one big orgasm so far. I'm not enjoying it that much."

"I see. He's doing an okay job, but I'd be wrong to think that while it appears you are having a great time, you're actually indifferent to the fucking your boss is giving you. Does that sum it up?" I asked as Brent reached around and squeezed Sue's left breast quite hard.

"It did right up to the moment Brent squeezed my tit," replied Sue as her face and chest flushed red. "I'm going to have to raise my opinion of Brent's fucking now. He's getting the job done."

"Who the hell are you and why are you distracting this delightful piece of ass in whom I'm buried balls deep?" demanded Sue's boss. "You're trespassing. You must have broken in since I personally locked the doors. Your behavior is really quite boorish. I must insist you leave the premises immediately."

"I'm Jack fucking Carson. That name might ring a bell since that delightful piece of ass you're drilling is Sue Carson!" I retorted. "This looks like the makings of a multiplicity of lawsuits. I'll own this place, your house and your Mercedes before I'm through with you."

"Tell me how you managed to access my office, Jack fucking Carson," demanded Mason. "I can have you locked up for years for breaking and entering, you dumb fuck. Just leave now and I'll forget you were ever here."

"Who's the dumb fuck?" I shot right back at the smug bastard. "Sue signed all kinds of paperwork when she came to work here. Everyone knows you're not allowed to fuck your employees with impunity. There are rules against fraternizing with employees and sexual harassment laws, not to mention the embarrassment of having your name dragged through the gutter for banging a married employee. Hell, I bet OSHA will nail your ass for having unsafe sex! You really need to wear a condom.

"I haven't even mentioned how your wife, Delores, will react to the video I'm taking in high definition with the small camera in my hand. I have your balls right in my hand!" I gloated.

"I don't think you do," replied Mason. "Sue is caressing them quite vigorously at the moment. I think she's trying to get me to fill that pussy of hers with my sperm. Maybe she wants a baby!"

"Go ahead and knock her up! I'll go after you for child support, sexual misconduct, crimes against nature and alienation of affection, asshole!" I blustered. "Your ass is grass and I'm the fucking mower. Maybe you'd like to come to some sort on an agreement before the lawyers become involved?"

"I'm not agreeing to anything until I shoot my load. It's damn hard to concentrate on the job at hand with you gibbering all the time. Pussy as fine as this requires concentration," stated Mason. "Why don't you make some coffee so we can discuss this situation like civilized human beings, once I'm done."

By the time I had the coffee poured and had carried all three cups back to Mason's office, he was finishing up.

"Take it all, you fucking slut!" he growled as he held Sue's hips tight to his pelvis and twitched his hairy ass as Sue's eyes rolled around in her head.

"I made your coffee black," I noted as I prepared to begin negotiations. "I'm thinking a million dollars will be about right. In return, I won't sue you for alienation of affections, failure to adhere to your no fraternization policy, sexual harassment, and assault with a friendly weapon."

"Can you explain where or when you and I came to any agreement about my interactions with Sue?" asked the dumb bastard.

"Obviously, you and I never agreed to shit, Asshole. Your company has rules in effect regarding fraternization," I replied patiently. "Sue works for you, so you violated the rules of your own company. You just fraternized the living hell right out of her. You owe me!"

"I don't follow your logic," insisted the dumb fuck. "If you and I have no agreement of any kind, how can you possible take me to court over not following my company rules? You are not involved with my company."

"Everybody knows I can sue you for screwing Sue!" I practically screamed at the ignorant bastard. "That's how it works. I don't have to be in the company. I'm a concerned third party. Anyone can sue a company that doesn't follow its rules!"

"Have you any idea what paperwork Sue signed, or what her job entails?" asked Mason far too calmly for my tastes.

"I'm sure she signed the usual bullshit all companies require new employees to sign," I responded a bit passively. "You can't deny you fucked her. I have it on video."

"I've no reason to deny it. In fact, I'd like a copy of the video if you would be so kind. My golfing buddies won't ever believe this shit without proof. Sue is a prime piece of ass."

Sue had been sipping her coffee and remaining quiet up to this point. She decided to jump into the conversation.

"Thanks, Brent. You're a pretty good cocksman, yourself. That thing you did with your fingers on my clit and in my ass was amazing. Maybe we can try that again once Jack and I are properly compensated for you deliberately taking advantage of little old me."

"You're saying you'd be willing to do this again, once we settle the financial details?" asked Mason in surprise.

"Let's just say it's a little incentive to bring the negotiations to a speedy conclusion. You know you aren't supposed to fuck employees, regardless of how nice their tits are and how tight their pussies are," pointed out Sue.

"Jack and I need to be compensated for the pain and suffering we're experiencing because of the actions of a sexual predator. By the way, you really don't want to find your name on that list."

"That's right!" I instantly agreed. "Then there is the matter of how you may have knocked Sue up, as well as how your wife will react to this situation. It's in your best interest to settle with us as soon as possible."

"Do you really think I'd give you a million bucks for a piece or two of Sue's ass?" demanded Mason. "Allow me to explain how it's going to be.

"You broke into my place of business. The doors were locked and you have no permission and no key for access. You're facing criminal charges and possible jail time," said Mason quite smugly.

"You can't prove that," I retorted. "It appears your last century security system failed before I happened by to find your doors wide open. I reasonably assumed when a business has its doors open, the public is welcome and even expected to enter."

"That security system was more than a bit antiquated. That's why I had a state of the art security system, complete with video monitoring installed outside and throughout the building. You had to walk past several signs advising you of that fact," assumed Mason.

"No shit? I thought those signs referred to the system I had dis... I found disabled. You have other cameras?" I asked nervously.

"Damn straight. You've been recorded in high definition as you broke into and wandered around this building, with audio, I might add."

"Wait! Do you have cameras in other parts of the building, like this office?" asked Sue.

"That would be correct," responded Mason with a bit of mirth. "I really don't need Jack's copy of tonight's events. I have them all stored on a hard drive as well as the cloud."

"Okay, you may have me there. That's a good negotiating point for you," I yielded. "We still have a lot more issues you should be concerned about, like screwing an employee. That's a big one!"

"Sue is not my employee," stated Mason with a grin.

"I sure as hell am!" insisted Sue. "I'm a salesperson for your real estate company! You're my boss."

"Technically, you're an independent contractor. You contract your services to me for an agreed upon price, which in your case is fifty percent of each commission you earn. You are not on my payroll and you are not involved in any way with my company insurance, unemployment, 401K, or any of that shit," explained Mason. "I'm free to fuck the hell out of you anytime we find mutually suitable."

Sue flashed an angry glance my way. How was I supposed to know that kind of stuff? She was the one that had to go to school to get her license. Didn't they explain this shit to her in class? I had to make an attempt to save something out of the mess Sue had made.

"If your wife, Delores, sees this video, you'll be out on your ass. She'll take you to the cleaners. Women get everything in a divorce, including your balls. Everyone knows that!" I firmly declared.

"My wife passed away two months ago, you damn dumb prick," snapped Mason. "Sue's the first piece of ass I've had in almost a year, and I enjoyed it immensely. I've decided I need to get back into the game."

"If you impregnated me, I'll demand child support. You'll have to support my child in the manner to which I've grown accustomed," announced Sue as she realized we were clutching at straws.

"I had a vasectomy 15 years ago, so I'm confident I didn't put a bun in your oven, although I sure as hell iced the cake," replied Mason with a laugh. "Just thinking about you tight little snatch is making my cock twitch, and I haven't done it twice in one day since I was in my thirties."

"I'll take that as a compliment," stated Sue before I poked her with my elbow. "If you enjoyed it so much, why not settle our negotiations and you'll be able to tap this ass on a regular basis. We both know you'd enjoy that."

"Wait! Alienation of affections is still on the table," I suddenly remembered. "That alone can cost you a pretty penny. It looks like Sue is succumbing to your thick cock. That means I have to be paid for my pain and suffering. I'll need a million dollars for the humiliation I'll be forced to endure."

"You two don't seem to realize many real estate companies run background checks on people with whom they are associated, including independent contractors," revealed Mason. "For a hundred bucks, I can learn with whom you went to your prom, and if you got laid that night.

"While I'm sure you're very fond of Sue, I'm equally certain no jury would award a brother any compensation for alienation of affections," continued Mason.

By this time Mason's cock was showing signs of life and Sue was showing some interest in its resurrection. I made a mental note to never negotiate with a naked man while there was a naked woman in the room.

"Well, shit!" I exclaimed. "It's fucking scum like you that cause good people like us to try to take you to court to get some of that money you've got."

"The good news is Sue is a natural sales person," revealed Mason as he carefully propped her over his desk. "I think we'll have a long and mutually beneficial relationship."

"God! That feels good!" cried Sue as Mason plunged into her. "It's a real pleasure working here."

"Sue, you're losing focus," I groused. "We're supposed to be negotiating a big settlement here. You've just given up our negotiating position."

"I like this position, but frankly, you're beginning to creep me out," complained Sue. "There are things brothers should not see, like his sister getting pounded over an office desk."

Now I was desperate to come out of this fiasco with something, anything. Brent Mason had thwarted me at every turn. I decided it was time to use my ace in the hole.

"I'm going to leave now, but you should know I have a date with your daughter, Bianca. I'll be banging her brains out again before the night is much older. She'll probably become pregnant this time, unless of course, you want to offer me some incentive to not see her."

"You want incentive?" replied Mason with a big belly laugh, which in turn seemed to take Sue over the edge once again. Her moans made it difficult to hear his next words.

"She's my stepdaughter. She hates me because I wouldn't pay for her surgeries when she was my stepson, Bruce," revealed Mason. "If you manage to knock her up, I'll give you that million dollars!"