"Callie," she heard Ian drawl as she bent down to fix a price on the new merchandise they had just gotten in. Callie snapped up and turned to face her manager Ian.
"Yes sir?" She smirked.
"I need you to clean the registers off before you go. They're unacceptable." He said plainly as he turned on his heel and walked out of her department. Callie sighed. He hadn't made any reference towards last night and she was beginning to wonder if she had imagined the whole damned thing. She walked over to the register and started clearing off the overstock and drink bottles left by her coworkers through out the day. She picked up her own empty drink to throw it away and spotted a white card under the bottle. It had only an address written on it and an ornate "I" written at the bottom. The only sign that Ian was the one that left the card for her to find. Her legs quivered a little bit at the thought of actually going to her boss's house. She looked at the time. She still had a half hour before her shift was over. She idly filled her time cleaning up the department taking cardboard to the baler, taking left over merchandise from other departments up front to the sorter.
Finally ten hit and she was out the door. She was parked in the very back of the parking lot no street lamps or other cars were parked near her so she took the opportunity to change in the car before she headed towards Ians house. She peeled off her black leggings and black shirt and pulled another black shirt out of her bag. This one was off the shoulders and had netting that laid across her chest. She only wore it when she wanted to draw attention to her big perky breasts. Then she grabbed a pair of light wash daisy dukes and slid them over her black lace thong. She threw her discarded uniform in the back and put the address in her GPS. Her heart flipped he only lived five minutes away. She only had five minutes to prepare herself to be fucked and dominated by her manager.
Callie pulled out of the parking lot and headed towards Ians house. She turned onto the driveway where Ian's white car was parked next to a much nicer SUV. She briefly wondered who else was home but the thought quickly vanished from her head when she saw Ian pop his head out the front door. She thought her knees might give out as she recalled the events from the night before. She took a moment to regain herself and walked past the cars towards the front door. Ian just smiled and opened the door wider as she stepped inside. Not knowing what else to do she just stood in the doorway.
"Do you want a drink, we can hang out in the living room for a little bit," Ian offered. Callie nodded and followed him to the kitchen. "Okay we've got beer, sprite, lemonade, and water," he listed. Callie opted for a lemonade. He handed her a cold can and grabbed a beer for himself. He laced his fingers through hers and led her to a nice living room. She sat on the big couch next to Ian.
Callie heard a door open down the hall and a guy, a well built; lean; shirtless guy, walked through the living room and into the kitchen giving no sign that he even saw the two of them sitting on the couch. She looked at Ian to inquire about the stranger and he smiled. "A friend of mine," he offered, "He's staying with me for a couple weeks while his house is being worked on." As if on cue his friend walked back into the living room. He stopped and stared for at them. He caught himself and looked at Ian," hey man you got a charger, I left mine at work and my phones almost dead."
"Yeah in my room. I'll grab it for you," he squeezed Callie's knee and said quietly to her, "I'll be right back."
He got up and walked down the hallway leaving Callie alone in the living room with his temporary roommate. She looked at him wanting to fill the awkward silence.
"So, how do you know Ian," she asked him. He looked at her seemingly surprised she spoke to him at all.
"College," he said quietly as his eyes quickly scanned her fairly exposed skin, his eyes resting briefly on her tits. "Whats your name," he inquired quickly.
"Callie, yours?" She smiled.
"Logan." He walked over to the armchair across from the couch and sat down as he waited on Ian. Callie couldn't help but study him. He had shaggy blonde hair, a six packs, and giant hands that she couldn't help but imagine running along her body. Ian called for Logan from down the hall. Logan sighed and stood up. He looked at Callie and smiled. "It was nice to meet you Callie," he said and walked towards the back of the house leaving Callie alone in the living room. She took the opportunity to fix her hair and put a new layer of the deep red lipstick on her plump lips. She looked at herself in her compact mirror and smiled satisfied. She looked utterly fuckable. Ian came padding into the living room. He had changed into gray sweatpants and was now shirtless. She gaped at him. She hadn't gotten a good look at him in the dark yesterday and he looked fucking good. She couldn't comprehend why he always wore those loose button ups at work. He smiled at her.
"Wanna see my room," he asked as he held out his hand for her and led her down the hall to his bedroom. She walked in and assessed his bedroom. Neat and orderly. She sat down at the foot of the bed and looked up at him. He strode towards her positioning himself in between her legs she could feel his bulge through the cotton of his sweatpants. Slowly without saying a word and looking deep in her eyes as he did it, he lifted her shirt over her head and tossed it onto the floor. Ian then pushed her back onto the bed, unzipped her shorts, and pulled them down her legs. He stood there and looked at her taut body with only her black bra and panties covering her. "Lay on your stomach," he demanded. She quickly obliged. Ian leaned down and grasped the back of her neck and leaned in close to her ear. He could feel his lips graze her earlobe as he spoke. "I told you I was going to punish me for not calling me sir last night, do you remember that?"
"Yes, sir," she said quietly. He rubbed one of his hands along the curve of her ass. She shuddered a little bit. All of sudden she felt a hard slap crash against her bottom. She squirmed to try to get out of the way as the second blow hit harder than the first. Again, and again she felt those stinging lashes from his hand, but she couldn't deny the warmth growing in between her legs. Finally after her behind was good and sore she heard him back away from her. She heard him rifling through his night stand. She didn't dare move until told to do so.
Ian tugged at her shoulder until she was sitting doggie style on his bed. He leaned forward close to her ear again and whispered, "we're going to have fun tonight Callie." Next thing she knew he had slipped a black eye mask over her face. She couldn't see anything beyond the black cloth. "Do not move until I get back, Callie," he warned as she heard the bedroom door open and shut. After a couple minutes she heard the door open again and braced herself for whatever was coming next.
Her panties were pulled down to her knees as she felt a dick slide across her ass and poke at her pussy not fully entering but teasing her, making her want to beg for more. But she didn't. Not yet, because she could tell it wasn't Ian's cock. This one felt slightly thicker than the one she had last night. She realized she was being silly Ian wouldn't let someone else fuck her in his ow bedroom. No way. So she perked her ass up making it easier for him to slip inside of her. She gasped when he was fully inside. She felt hands grasp at her waist. And right then she knew it wasn't Ian. These hands were rough and calloused, hands sculpted by hard labor not from sitting in an office on a computer all day. She tried to buck away but the hands just held on to her tighter. She opened her mouth to scream but a finger stuck into her mouth to silence her. These hands she recognized, but she yanked her head back and clamped her mouth shut before he could put his finger in her mouth once more.
