Susan had been having a shitty day. Work had been one hassle after another. The babysitter had called to say she was going back to school and was quitting tomorrow. Her husband, Charlie, was tied up with some mysterious project he refused to say anything about.
Susanās job as an executive assistant to Buzz Fielder, a big shot realtor at Hollywood Realty, was dull as dirt. All day long it was hurry up and wait. Buzz specialized in selling expensive homes and estates to all the big stars, but rarely let anyone else on his staff even see the clients. One minute Susan was frantically trying to make a call to some big starās manager, and the next she was waiting, sometimes hours, for the next crisis to cross her desk. Without the distraction of Literotica, she wouldnāt survive another day at work.
The problem was, if her boss ever discovered how she amused herself on company time, she would probably be fired. Susan wrote and posted stories on Literotica, the hottest erotic site on the web. And when she wasnāt writing erotic fiction, she was discussing it on the Literotica Bulletin Board.
No one knew that the stories of fucking and sucking by "Sexy Sadie" were really written by sweet, innocent little Susan, the perky housewife from the Valley with the two cute little girls. Not even Charlie knew. No one on the Bulletin Board knew that the outspoken "Sexy Sadie" was a rather shy young mother who hadnāt ever dared tell her husband what she wanted in bed.
Finally the interminable day came to a merciful conclusion. "Susan, I wonāt be in the office until late tomorrow, so you may as well come in late yourself. Make sure that the offer sheets are ready for Mel Gibsonās manager to look over. We want to get that contract signed before Beverly Hills Real Estate shows him their new listing."
That was the way it always went. Susan did the work that got Fielder the big money, but she only dealt with the starās agent, or manager, or some other flunky. She worked for a company that did business with all the big stars in the movie industry, but she rarely got to meet them herself.
"Yes, Mr. Fielder. Iāll have them ready by the time you come in tomorrow." Susan had planned to come in late tomorrow, but that would be impossible now. She had to get the Gibson offer from the office manager and have copies printed in time for Fielderās meeting with Gibsonās manager. She would have to come in early to have all that done in time for Fielder to cruise in at 10:00 and take credit for making a big sale to a big star.
"Thatās why I love ya," said Fielder with his normal level of insincerity. "By the way, Melās manager only drinks Evian, so make sure thereās plenty in my office fridge. Thatās my girl. Ciao, baby."
After making sure Fielderās office was well-stocked with expensive French water, calling the legal department to make sure the contract would be ready, checking to make sure one of the attorneys would be available to handle any last minute changes, and notifying the copy center to schedule printing and binding, Susan finally started for home. If there wasnāt any traffic, sheād have some time play with the kids before she had to get dinner ready.
When she arrived at home no one met her at the door. A note from the sitter told her that her parents had unexpectedly picked up the kids an hour ago, were taking them to a movie, and keeping them through the weekend. Susan was not exactly overjoyed at the prospect of having the girls gone for four days, but she certainly could use the rest. She decided to call her mother and check to see if the girls had all the paraphernalia they needed for a weekend with Grandma and Grandpa.
As she picked up the phone to dial her motherās number, Susan saw the little red light flashing on the answering machine. She punched the button to listen to the message.
"Hi, honey, itās me--", Charlieās voice announced. "I arranged for the girls to spend a few days with your folks, so donāt worry. I will be a little late, so donāt cook anything special. Iāll have a little surprise, so why donāt you just take a hot bath and relax? Iāll be home soon. Bye."
A little pissed off because Charlie had decided on his own to pack the kids off for the weekend without telling her first, Susan decided that she had a little time to spare for herself. She wanted to check to see if her new story was posted on Literotica yet, so she turned on the personal computer in the den. Booting up she logged on to Literotica. Her new story was posted! And one of her previous stories,
The Dark Stranger
had made the top twenty! This was almost enough to make up for the lousy day at work.
After a few minutes responding to some of the posts on the Literotica Bulletin Board, she ventured into the chat room and noticed that "El Toro" was logged on. She enjoyed his stories and had flirted with him online several times. It never went beyond flirting, but she did find herself very attracted to him.
Hi. Iām all alone tonight. What are you up to?
She typed.
Not much. Isnāt your husband at home?
He is working late tonight. Did you seeThe Dark Stranger
made the Top 20?
Yes. Congratulations. You write so well, I feel like I really know you.
Thanks, but Iām not really like the girl in the story. Iād be petrified if somebody did that to me. Too shy, I guess.
In the story a tall, dark, mystery man plucked the heroine from her bath and tied her to her bed. He then sucked and licked her to orgasm repeatedly, keeping her tied up and cumming for more than an hour. Tearing the restraints from her wrists, he pinned her upright to a wall and shoved his massive erection into her spasming pussy until she swooned in pleasure. Just thinking about that story made Susanās panties moist.
You just need to let yourself go a little. Tell your husband what turns you on. Heāll treat you right. Just loosen up some.
Susan and El Toro talked for about half an hour, mostly about how she should let her husband know what she really wanted from him
in the bedroom. Realizing that it was getting late and Charlie was still not home, Susan decided to go to bed alone.