The following story is
fictional
. It is
NOT
based on anything other than actual feedback requests and a strong imagination. As the author, I intend to make you think, feel, and enjoy the story. I look forward to your responses – Sara, this is for you!!!
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I have been an author on Lit for a short period of time, submitting a variety of stories to the site. Luckily, I had been fortunate enough to have been well received. Feedback, the lifeline of author’s, was typical for the types of stories submitted.
On the plus side, reading stories submitted by other authors also broadened my perspective of the types of sexual exploits occurring in every day life. Fascinated, I read other authors voraciously. I want to be the best, accepted by readers as one they look to for good, well written stories, material that will excite and arouse both male and female readers.
On the negative side, involvement in the site created many, many fantasies for me. I think it can be considered perpetual chubbing! Good for the libido, however, my balls continue to work overtime. The need to generate cum, lots and lots of cum, has increased proportionately with the amount of reading. Lesbian sex, group sex, erotic couplings, non-consent, and incest/taboo all have a core of authors that will bring
Jasper
his full proportions. My mind has broadened, my desires expanded, each allowing many more thoughts to cross my one track mind. Sex, plenty of sex, my cock buried in a soft, yielding cunt occupies my existence.
At work, I look at each of my subordinates in a different light. Do they know about such sites as this? Do they actively read stories submitted? Do they play sex games? Do they fuck like banchees outside of the office? Was that glance from Sara a look of lust, frustration, or something else?
Sara. God damn Sara is hot! Tall, average yet firm body, she crosses my mind many times a day. She works for me, a single mom. Bright, witty, she catches the focus of many horny males around here. She brushes aside most of the subtle advances. I have had to talk to the office bore, the guy who believes his cock is wanted by all the ladies. One infraction that surfaces, he is history. I apply my companies conduct code explicitly! No deviation, no infractions are tolerated. One slightest infraction, you are history.
It’s Friday. All week I have seen Sara. I smell her daily. Breezing by me, her scent catches my nose. I turn and watch her walk away. She has by far, the nicest ass of any lady I have seen in many a moon. She always wears tight, knit type clothes, clinging to her form. And short, mid thigh length. A runner, her legs go all the way up to her perfect ass. And living in a warm climate, she does not wear nylons. The tan, the look is natural. I groan under my breath.
I return to my office, adjust my growing cock. I close the door, close my eyes. Sara, my fuck slut, come into my office. I got 9 ½ inches that wants to fuck your perfect ass I imagine telling her. Bend over bitch. Tell me you want my cock bitch. She quickly bends over the desk, hiking her dress above her ass, drops her panties, opening her amazing cunt to me for my massive cock. It glistens with her juices. Do me boss man she screams at me. I want your fucking cock. Make me your slut. Fuck me hard big man! Oh shit, I creamed my pants. I grab a tissue and quickly try to get the come out of my shorts before I have wet spots on my dockers. God damn. God damn it!
Oh baby what I could do to her. I wonder if my cum puts a smell in the air. I want her to smell it, to know what a sexual animal I am, cumming in the office. I will bring her in for a quick meeting. I go to my office door, and request Sara to come into my office.
I join her in the chairs in front of my desk. She sits so conservatively. Legs tight together, crossed at the ankles. I lean forward in my chair, listening to her every word as we discuss the major marketing project she has responsibility to complete. It’s due Wednesday next week. She feels like more time is needed.
“No Sara, we will not miss the deadline! A lot is riding on this. Your performance is in question,” I tell her. “Do what is necessary! If you need to work tomorrow, I will come in and assist you.” I continue. “But, not under any circumstances are you to miss the deadline!” I add emphatically.
“Ok boss man,” she demurely replies. “I will be here in the morning, ready and willing to do what it takes,” she adds.
“Thanks Sara,” I respond to her. “I will see you then.”
She stands to leave. I was going to stand, but my cock has risen, tenting my pants down the left leg side. I know she notices. “Oh my,” she says as she turns to leave my office. But her gaze continued to stay on my crotch.
My mind races. Did she mean anything by saying “ready and willing to do what it takes” I wondered. Did her unwavering stare at my crotch indicate she wanted me to make advances? I stroked my cock through my dockers softly.
Getting home that evening, the kids in bed early, I cornered my wife in the living room. I reached directly for her tits, massaging them roughly, squeezing the nipples hard between my thumb and fingers. I imagined it was Sara. I pulled my sweats down, freeing
Jasper
from his confines. I pulled the wife’s mouth down on my cock, and started fucking her face. Eyes closed, I pictured Sara doing me, sucking my big cock, pushing it down her throat hard, hips thrusting fast. I came quickly into my wife’s mouth. I had not even played with her, just fucked her face. I drug her off to bed to do her properly. All evening, eating her pussy, fingering her cunt, reaming her ass, I focused on Sara. Sara wanted this I imagined. I fucked her royally, hard. No mercy, just raunchy sex, drilling the bitch repeatedly.
Saturday morning could not get her fast enough. I awoke with a massive hard-on. Come on bitch I thought, come get my big cock. You want this. Yeah baby, come and get it. I stroked him hard. Getting dressed, I threw on a pair of shorts and polo shirt. Causal, but appropriate for the weekend in a warm climate. I continued to think about Sara. And only Sara. God damn, I wanted to fuck the bitch. My thoughts kept me in a condition with a constant woody.
By the time I got to the office, I could have fucked a post if it had a soft hole in it. I waited for Sara to arrive and begin work. Shortly, she arrived. I ignored her at first. Did not want to pounce on her the minute she arrived. She soon came into my office with materials for discussion. Again, I went to the conference table to join her. I could not help but stare. Dressed in a pair of short shorts, sandals, and a spaghetti strap tank top with no bra, she looked edible. I stared, my cock growing larger. To my surprise, he grew down my leg. Quickly, his head was peeking out just at the bottom of my shorts. I crossed my leg in a figure-4, with my ankle resting on my other knee, opening the leg of my shorts even more. I could feel the air on my balls as well, so I assumed that he and they were available for view.
“Boss,” Sara gasped. She turned her head away, stood to leave.
“Hold on bitch,” I said as I jumped to grab her arm. “You want me woman! You want my cock buried in your wet cunt!” I continued. I pulled her to me hard, pinning her arms against her sides. I kissed her roughly, forcing my tongue into her mouth. Locking her arms behind her back, my free hand grabbed her tit and massaged it hard. “Yeah baby, you like me to squeeze your tits huh bitch. I love how big your tits are Sara. Come on cunt, get wet for me. I am going to fuck your sweet pussy hard.” I exclaimed.
“Boss, NO!” shouted Sara. I pulled her down to the floor, pinning her body down with mine. My leg crossed her pubic area. I ground my thigh into her mound. She had to feel my cock grinding on her as well. It was good! Rolling to the side, one of her arms was pinned beneath my back, the other held by the wrist, my arm behind her neck. Nothing she could do could stop me from assaulting her tits. I pulled her tank top up, exposing both tits to my view.
“Nice tits bitch!” I said. I leaned to suck a hard nipple into my mouth. I nipped at the little bud. It was stiff, reacting to my touch and sucking. Sara squirmed. I sucked a big mouthful of her breast into my mouth.
“Jim, God damn you! Stop this now. I don’t want this” Sara screamed at me.
“Shut you fucking mouth. You are going to enjoy this! You are going to be my fucking sex slave bitch. If I want to fuck you, you bend over. If I want a blow job, you open your god damned mouth bitch. Understand me?” I told her. I held her by the chin tightly. A tear escaped her eye, running down toward her ear. I wiped it away gently.
I leaned to kiss her softly. She stiffened slightly. My hand slid down her body, covering her tit again. I pulled on the nipple, rolling it between my thumb and finger. I leaned to suck the other nipple in my mouth. I raked my teeth over her nipple, nipping the firm bud. I blew cool air across her nipple. It stiffened, showing goose bumps on the areola. I flicked my fingertip quickly back and forth across her nipple. She squirmed hard beneath me.