Chapter 1 (10 pm to 10.30 pm)
It is a stormy evening in Cambridge, MA as I drive my car into the driveway of a stone mansion. I pull into the garage and turn off my car. I put my head back onto my seat and close my eyes...
I am oddly horny, I think to myself, but that feeling is quickly eclipsed by the knowledge that I am late... again. My wife isn't going to be too happy about this.
She just doesn't get me, I think to myself. Developing a company is not an easy task. It isn't a 9 to 5 where I get to punch out whenever i please. The demanding bitch.
As I think that, I can't seem to get my mind off my erect cock... I lay back on the seat and unzip my paints and let my erection emerge. My thick, long, circumcised cock sits flaccidly in the palm of my hand. I instinctively lick the palm of my right hand and bring it down to my cock. I start stroking it... it gets harder with every stroke.
I moan and groan as I feel the blood rush into the head of my penis and that's when my mind drifts to Veronica.
Ahh Veronica... my hot, 24 year-old assistant. I have yet to see her naked, but I can just imagine what she is like. Her curvy body... Her perky breasts... Her tight little nipples.
Brown nipples? Yes, I think so, I say to myself.
All I really want to do is wrap my wet, talented tongue around her clit... Her clit... Does she seem like the kind of girl with a bush? Maybe a little... Just like I like it. Or maybe she is smooth so that her clit is exposed and will glisten when I get it wet.
Her cunt... Oh god... how tight she must be. My cock would stretch her out.
I tense up as I feel myself about to cum and stain my clothes when the phone next to me buzzes with life...
Fuck, it's my wife. I better get going inside.
I tuck my shirt back in along with my cock and walk into the house ready for war...
Chapter 2 (11.30 pm - 12.00 am)
The HQ of the tech is buzzing with activity. There is a huge round of funding tomorrow and the technical team is preparing for a live demo of the product.
I wish I could have been part of team, Veronica thinks to herself. Instead, I am seated in this extravagant glass office overlooking the Charles River... overlooking the MIT dome. I could have been there. I could have been one of them if only I had actually focused on my work instead of fucking every guy with a cock and a car.
Veronica turns her attention to the mound of papers in front of her.
The glass wall behind her canvassed by the striking view of MIT.
She turns her attention back to her work and takes another sip of red wine. On the other hand, she thinks to herself, this place isn't too bad. I am the right-hand of the CEO and I get to drink some red wine as I work.
Red wine... she chuckles. The last time I had that, I ended up fingering myself for hours. It always gets me hot. Good for your heart, my ass, she thinks to herself.
This thing is like rocket fuel for my cunt.
I wonder if someone will notice if I just take a short break. I mean... there really isn't anyone else here except for the technical people. They are on the work floor...
Veronica reaches for the glass of wine and takes another sip.
It's a good think that I decided to skip my panties for today...
She licks her middle finger and dips it in the red wine. In one swift, sneaky motion, she brings the finger down to her clit.
The finger finds her throbbing clit...
I forgot to shave this morning... oh well, a little bush is hot if you ask me.
That girl on the technical team isn't half bad... Chelsea, I think her name is. She's got a tight little body and a figure to match.
Blond if I remember correctly... God, her nipples must feel good when they are aroused. I bet she plays a sport... I think she is a swimmer. I have seen her got to the gym in the middle of the day.
I would be lying if I hadn't stared at her when she gets back. Her hair all wet. Tied up...
She usually comes back without a bra on and her breasts are shaped like beautiful cones...with tight little tits at the end.
She must be a firecracker in bed. I wonder if she has ever been with a woman before?
All I really want to do is pour some of this wine onto my clit and bury her face between my legs...
I wonder how she would taste... and how she would look in a 69. Her toned, athletic legs around my face and mine around hers...
Veronica lets her mind wander as she starts pleasuring her clit more decisively. Slow circles...
Then gentle rubs... and then she licks her middle finger before sliding it in her...
God it's been so long since something stimulated my g spot... If I ever get my way with Chelsea, I am going to make her do it until I cover that pretty little face with my cum...
Her middle finger reaches inside her... angled upwards and feels the ridges of her g spot.
She starts off slow at first and then speeds it up with every stroke.
She feels her nipples stiffen up...
Chelsea's tongue would feel amazing around them. Maybe she is rough in bed... just like an athlete. Dominating...
She feels the tension mounting and is about to explode when she hears the office door crash open...
Chapter 3 (10.30 pm to 11.30 pm)
James walks into his mansion... the floor boards creak under his weight. For a 30 some year old guy, he is big. Muscular and toned.
Here we go...
Madeline, my wife, walks down the elegant stairs... Scantily clad. She is wearing a see-through lingerie...but her eyes convey an entirely different emotion. A 30 year-old, Madeline has chosen to devote her life to social service. She spends most of her days at fundraising galas and philanthropy events.
I have had it with you, James!, she yells. This is the 5th time this week that you have completely ignored my requests for you to be home early... and I am sick of it. This company of yours is consuming your life, and I am tired of being second in line. I am...
And she stops. She notices me shifting around uncomfortably... behind a chair at our table.
What the hell are you hiding from me?, she bellows.
Nothing, dear... I say unconvincingly. How am I supposed to tell her that I had a boner... and that I spend the first ten minutes of my time home stroking myself while mentally fucking my assistant...
Is that an erection?, she asks as she notices the bulge in my pants...
Have you been fucking some hussy on the side? Is that why you've been late every day? You lying son of a bitch!
She aggressively walks towards me and grabs me by the crotch...and slams me against the giant mirror in our living room.
She gets down on her knees and slides off the straps of her lingerie... My dick instinctively stiffens up...
God what is she going to do?
Does that slut blow you better than I do? Does she?
This is what you want, James, don't you? A woman on her knees pleasuring you while you stand over her in all your power and fortune?
She pulls down my pants and my boxers... My cock springs out at her.
She reaches for the drawer next to me and pulls out a spray...
Numbing agents... my idea in the first place so that she could really blow me hard.
She sprays it in her mouth and immediately gets to work.
