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What the Boss Wants (des and Goog)
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Veronica or Ronnie for short glanced around the room with disdain. Her husband’s boss certainly hadn’t spared money when he built this place. A five foot, one inch twenty-year old, she didn’t fit into this party. Most of the people here were older. But Greg was lucky to have this job and she knew they couldn’t afford to offend his boss, so she tried to smile and be polite even though she knew they were shocked at her ‘hip’ appearance.
Seeing the door open to the patio, she walked outside to escape the crowd. A fair skinned red head with a soft and curvy body, not fat, just very curvy, Ronnie had 38-C breasts. She wore a tight, black, midriff baring t-shirt under a see-through mesh tank top, and a pair of very tight, thin black cotton trousers with a large silver buckle cinched in tightly about six inches below her belly button. The trousers were low enough to display not merely her slender hip bones but show how the pants squeezed her firm round bottom so tightly together.
One thin string of her black lace thong projected coyly up along her hip just above the belt. Her red hair was an untidy mess, with heavy bangs cutting diagonally across her forehead and all but blinding her in one eye. She wore a black bondage collar around her throat with a metal plaque in the center which said “slave”. She wasn’t a slave of course, but she loved the shock it brought to people’s eyes. She had a fuck me attitude to life and wanted people to know it.
When she parted the full lips, darkened black, of her small mouth, men’s eyes tended to focus on the silver skull ring a half inch back from the tip of her tongue that was visible whenever she opened her mouth. They could almost imagine the stud scraping across their cock as she sucked on it.
Seeing the door open to the patio, she walked outside to escape the crowd. A fair skinned red head with a soft and curvy body, not fat, just very curvy, Ronnie had 38-C breasts. She wore a tight, black, midriff baring t-shirt under a see-through mesh tank top, and a pair of very tight, thin black cotton trousers with a large silver buckle cinched in tightly about six inches below her belly button. The trousers were low enough to display not merely her slender hip bones but show how the pants squeezed her firm round bottom so tightly together.
One thin string of her black lace thong projected coyly up along her hip just above the belt. Her red hair was an untidy mess, with heavy bangs cutting diagonally across her forehead and all but blinding her in one eye. She wore a black bondage collar around her throat with a metal plaque in the center which said “slave”. She wasn’t a slave of course, but she loved the shock it brought to people’s eyes. She had a fuck me attitude to life and wanted people to know it.
When she parted the full lips, darkened black, of her small mouth, men’s eyes tended to focus on the silver skull ring a half inch back from the tip of her tongue that was visible whenever she opened her mouth. They could almost imagine the stud scraping across their cock as she sucked on it.
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DomG
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Dominic Kale, or just Mister Kale as most of his employees knew him was only mildly enjoying himself at the party that he was throwing, which was strange because it was his party after all. As the president of the local branch of a prestigious accounting firm certain things were expected of him and throwing cocktail parties occasionally was a part of that. Recently, with the slight upturn in the economy the firm had been able to fire a few new people, his branch going with eager new workers straight out of college because he felt that their ambition and need to prove themselves would make them easier to manipulate, make them better and more productive workers.
Of course the party was boring, Dominic had forgotten just how hard most of the new hires would work to kiss his ass once the party started and after a little while had quickly made an excuse to leave, stepping out away from the party proper with a glass of scotch in his hands and out onto the patio for a breath of fresh air. There had been a few of the hires, impressionable young women who he had been hoping to bed that evening but all of those potential women had arrived with husbands in tow and hadn't left their sides for the night which was a real pity when you considered that the only real reason he had hired them was because of their looks rather then their qualifications which would make more work for the real qualified workers who he had hired.
However once he was out there his hopes were raised again, a petite little red head dressed in the most provocative manner. At a party where most people were wearing suits or cocktail dresses she really stood out, especially with that collar on. He had to wonder for a moment if one of his more senior employees had brought her along just for him, she was after all just his type, young and slutty and clearly in the need of a great deal of discipline. Moving in closer behind her he made sure to get a good look, admiring her right ass and the flawless skin that he could see as he approached her, standing just off to his right.
“You look about as bored here as I do.” He said with a small chuckle as he glanced over to her with a smile. “Let me guess, your father dragged you here thinking it would be a good way to teach you some responsibility or something?”
Of course the party was boring, Dominic had forgotten just how hard most of the new hires would work to kiss his ass once the party started and after a little while had quickly made an excuse to leave, stepping out away from the party proper with a glass of scotch in his hands and out onto the patio for a breath of fresh air. There had been a few of the hires, impressionable young women who he had been hoping to bed that evening but all of those potential women had arrived with husbands in tow and hadn't left their sides for the night which was a real pity when you considered that the only real reason he had hired them was because of their looks rather then their qualifications which would make more work for the real qualified workers who he had hired.
However once he was out there his hopes were raised again, a petite little red head dressed in the most provocative manner. At a party where most people were wearing suits or cocktail dresses she really stood out, especially with that collar on. He had to wonder for a moment if one of his more senior employees had brought her along just for him, she was after all just his type, young and slutty and clearly in the need of a great deal of discipline. Moving in closer behind her he made sure to get a good look, admiring her right ass and the flawless skin that he could see as he approached her, standing just off to his right.
“You look about as bored here as I do.” He said with a small chuckle as he glanced over to her with a smile. “Let me guess, your father dragged you here thinking it would be a good way to teach you some responsibility or something?”
Ronnie clutched her small black purse and stared out into the night. There was jasmine in the air and they were up in the hills far above the city. Mr. Kale had a truly magnificent view of the lights shining out into the night. When she first entered the house, they offered to take her purse, but she had chosen to keep it with her. It wasn’t so much the identification, cards, and money that had her clutching it to her side. It was the two baggies of large bud Black Pearl she carried in it.
She knew she should go back inside. Shivering, she had just turned to walk back in when the big man himself showed up with a glass of scotch in his hands. As he stood there admiring her body, she felt a sudden tightness. There was definitely a strong sexual vibe moving back and forth between them. “You look about as bored here as I do.” He said with a small chuckle as he glanced over to her with a smile. “Let me guess, your father dragged you here thinking it would be a good way to teach you some responsibility or something?”
Ronnie laughed. “No, I’m one of those lucky girls who found her true love as nineteen.” Her eyes teased his as she rolled them to show that she was being sarcastic. “Greg Kincaid is my husband. He works for you and said I should come tonight. Meet the other wives.” She ran her hands over her body, indicating her clothes. “Yeah, that was a real success.”
She shivered and moved closer to him. He was a lot older than she was. But something about this man she found very attractive. "So what's your excuse for abandoning your guests," she asked. The sultry tone of her voice and body language said she was quite obviously flirting with him.
She knew she should go back inside. Shivering, she had just turned to walk back in when the big man himself showed up with a glass of scotch in his hands. As he stood there admiring her body, she felt a sudden tightness. There was definitely a strong sexual vibe moving back and forth between them. “You look about as bored here as I do.” He said with a small chuckle as he glanced over to her with a smile. “Let me guess, your father dragged you here thinking it would be a good way to teach you some responsibility or something?”
Ronnie laughed. “No, I’m one of those lucky girls who found her true love as nineteen.” Her eyes teased his as she rolled them to show that she was being sarcastic. “Greg Kincaid is my husband. He works for you and said I should come tonight. Meet the other wives.” She ran her hands over her body, indicating her clothes. “Yeah, that was a real success.”
She shivered and moved closer to him. He was a lot older than she was. But something about this man she found very attractive. "So what's your excuse for abandoning your guests," she asked. The sultry tone of her voice and body language said she was quite obviously flirting with him.
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He watched her with a smile as she spoke, her entire body seeming to be begging him to grab it and take what he wanted. She was young, young enough to be his daughter, and more then just beautiful, she was attractive in a way that made her stand out from all the other young wives who tried so hard to look professional when they stood beside their husbands. The sight of the stud through his tongue only served to heighten how much he desired her, wondering where else she might have studs or rings, knowing that given the chance he would have a ring through each nipple connected by a chain that he could lead her around on.
“I hope I am not hearing about trouble in paradise.” He said with a small smirk, clearly knowing she was flirting with him but playing innocent for a moment only to try to draw more out from her. “Young Greg is one of my most promising new hires and with the way things are these days I need all the good workers I can have.” A thought was already forming in his mind, maybe he would have Greg spend a little more time in the office, he remembered the young man after thinking for a moment and the idea of having such a clearly spirited young lady in the arms of a straight laced bore like Greg annoyed him more then anything else possibly could right then and there.
Turning towards her as he moved closer he also shifted just a little closer towards her, slowly and inexorably closing the space between them. With a small smirk on his face he raised his glass to his lips and took a long sip from it as if he was considering what answer to give towards her question, deciding to go with an honest one just to see how she would react. “Well to be honest I was looking forward to enjoying myself with one of the pretty young things I recently hired but they all decided to show up with husbands in tow, really killing my plans to enjoy a little bit of old fashioned sexual harassment between employer and employee.”
He was still smirking as he spoke, reaching out to brush a hand over her arm and noticing her purse for the first time, something that really stood out considering they allowed bags to be checked and held for the night until the party was over. “I'm sorry... this is... but would you like me to have your bag checked for you, I promise that the staff won't be going through it.”
“I hope I am not hearing about trouble in paradise.” He said with a small smirk, clearly knowing she was flirting with him but playing innocent for a moment only to try to draw more out from her. “Young Greg is one of my most promising new hires and with the way things are these days I need all the good workers I can have.” A thought was already forming in his mind, maybe he would have Greg spend a little more time in the office, he remembered the young man after thinking for a moment and the idea of having such a clearly spirited young lady in the arms of a straight laced bore like Greg annoyed him more then anything else possibly could right then and there.
Turning towards her as he moved closer he also shifted just a little closer towards her, slowly and inexorably closing the space between them. With a small smirk on his face he raised his glass to his lips and took a long sip from it as if he was considering what answer to give towards her question, deciding to go with an honest one just to see how she would react. “Well to be honest I was looking forward to enjoying myself with one of the pretty young things I recently hired but they all decided to show up with husbands in tow, really killing my plans to enjoy a little bit of old fashioned sexual harassment between employer and employee.”
He was still smirking as he spoke, reaching out to brush a hand over her arm and noticing her purse for the first time, something that really stood out considering they allowed bags to be checked and held for the night until the party was over. “I'm sorry... this is... but would you like me to have your bag checked for you, I promise that the staff won't be going through it.”
“I hope I am not hearing about trouble in paradise.” Dominic Kale said with a small smirk. “Young Greg is one of my most promising new hires and with the way things are these days I need all the good workers I can have.”
A flash of nervousness crossed Ronnie’s face. “Oh nothing like that,” she said quickly. “Greg’s really excited to be working for you and I know he works hard.” While her husband left her feeling frustrated, she had no desire to get him in trouble. For that matter, she enjoyed being supported and if Greg lost his job, they would both be in a pickle.
She shifted nervously back as Dominic moved forward. He was an exciting man and his presence overpowered her when he stood that close. Her lapis-lazuli eyes betrayed her unwelcome, somewhat scared arousal as she stared up into his face as he savored the amber liquid that filled his glass. When he started to talk about pretty young things, her lips parted into a wicked smile.
“I’m a pretty young thing,” she said. “But I brought a husband too …,” she almost added the word, “pity,” but knew it would be going too far. The truth was that she wanted to be fucked hard by this man and if he wasn’t her husband’s boss, she would have given into her desires, regardless of Greg being only a few doors away. Glancing out into the abundant back yard, she added almost longingly. “You do have an awful large yard.”
As she spoke he brushed her arm, causing goose bumps to rise and a sensuous tremor to run down her spine. “No, I want to keep the bag,” she laughed a bit quickly. It wouldn’t do to have her husband fired because his wife kept pot in her bag. “It comforts me,” she offered by way of explanation.
A flash of nervousness crossed Ronnie’s face. “Oh nothing like that,” she said quickly. “Greg’s really excited to be working for you and I know he works hard.” While her husband left her feeling frustrated, she had no desire to get him in trouble. For that matter, she enjoyed being supported and if Greg lost his job, they would both be in a pickle.
She shifted nervously back as Dominic moved forward. He was an exciting man and his presence overpowered her when he stood that close. Her lapis-lazuli eyes betrayed her unwelcome, somewhat scared arousal as she stared up into his face as he savored the amber liquid that filled his glass. When he started to talk about pretty young things, her lips parted into a wicked smile.
“I’m a pretty young thing,” she said. “But I brought a husband too …,” she almost added the word, “pity,” but knew it would be going too far. The truth was that she wanted to be fucked hard by this man and if he wasn’t her husband’s boss, she would have given into her desires, regardless of Greg being only a few doors away. Glancing out into the abundant back yard, she added almost longingly. “You do have an awful large yard.”
As she spoke he brushed her arm, causing goose bumps to rise and a sensuous tremor to run down her spine. “No, I want to keep the bag,” she laughed a bit quickly. It wouldn’t do to have her husband fired because his wife kept pot in her bag. “It comforts me,” she offered by way of explanation.
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“Oh you are a very pretty young thing and your husband is here, that is something of a pity because if you were just the daughter of one of the stuck up men I employ I would probably have invited you into my private study and had you half way out of your clothing by now.” Dominic had made most of his money because he was able to read people, he might work for an accounting firm but knowing who was thinking what had allowed him to advance about as far up the corporate ladder as anyone was able to see. Right now he was pretty sure he could read this situation very well, young Mrs. Kincaid had gotten together with her husband when she was young, maybe her first year of college when he was getting ready to graduate. Of course back then he had the time to attend to her but now that he was working hard to support her he had less time for her needs.
All this was practically written all over her, even now when she was standing out here looking so fuckable her husband was inside talking to people he saw just about every day at work. A little more pressure put on the situation and this girl would no doubt be going practically crazy. Dominic had the means to make that sort of thing happen without to much trouble. He was the sort of man who always got whatever it was that he wanted, right now he wanted this little slut, chained to his bed, her ass covered in whelts from a riding crop.
“My yard?” He said slowly as her words broke him from the fantasy he had been enjoying for a moment there, the feel of her skin under his hand helping to make it just a little more real to him. “Oh yes well I had to work hard to get here, spent a lot of time working when other people my age were partying or getting married, but the same hard work I did then allows me to enjoy life all the more now, I have a pool in the basement of the house, olympic size with a connecting jacuzzi, you know its rather hot these days and if you ever felt like using the pool you would be more then willing to join me here... I am usually home by four o'clock so any time after that would be fine.” And of course Greg would soon be working all night with a few other people to ensure he would be able to leave early whenever he desired.
He had also taken note of the way that she didn't want her purse taken, clearly there was something going on there. “Whatever is in your purse don't worry about it.” He said with a small smirk. “Unless you are trying to steal my silverware I really don't give a damn what you are hiding.”
All this was practically written all over her, even now when she was standing out here looking so fuckable her husband was inside talking to people he saw just about every day at work. A little more pressure put on the situation and this girl would no doubt be going practically crazy. Dominic had the means to make that sort of thing happen without to much trouble. He was the sort of man who always got whatever it was that he wanted, right now he wanted this little slut, chained to his bed, her ass covered in whelts from a riding crop.
“My yard?” He said slowly as her words broke him from the fantasy he had been enjoying for a moment there, the feel of her skin under his hand helping to make it just a little more real to him. “Oh yes well I had to work hard to get here, spent a lot of time working when other people my age were partying or getting married, but the same hard work I did then allows me to enjoy life all the more now, I have a pool in the basement of the house, olympic size with a connecting jacuzzi, you know its rather hot these days and if you ever felt like using the pool you would be more then willing to join me here... I am usually home by four o'clock so any time after that would be fine.” And of course Greg would soon be working all night with a few other people to ensure he would be able to leave early whenever he desired.
He had also taken note of the way that she didn't want her purse taken, clearly there was something going on there. “Whatever is in your purse don't worry about it.” He said with a small smirk. “Unless you are trying to steal my silverware I really don't give a damn what you are hiding.”
Dakota enjoyed a sensuous shiver as Mr. Kale told her what he would do to her if she were the daughter of one of the men he employed and not the man’s wife. Her heart beat fast and furious against her chest as she stared up into the much taller man’s eyes. Unconsciously biting her lush lower lip, Dakota whispered. “I’d love to see your private study sometime.” The subtext of her words were of course the message that if she weren’t married, Dakota would help him undress her lithe, young body. Lately, sex with her husband hand turned into a two or three time a week event and rarely did it go more than twenty minutes before Greg had collapsed on her and rolled over to sleep. Admittedly, her husband was working long hours now. But still …?
The thought of a hard, excited man pushing into her, the feel of his hardness driving into her soft body, it really got her going. She gave a wicked smile as her finger wandered up to caress her necklace. If she was imagining herself as a sexy little slave girl being fucked by the master right now, who could blame her. Maybe instead, she could be his private secretary serving his every need in his private study. It was only when her started to talk again that she snapped out of her sexual reverie.
It took her a moment to focus on the subject at hand. But she did have to admire a man who could so conquer the world he had all this wealth and luxury at his disposal. I’d love to come over sometime, she told him excited at the thought of enjoying his pool and Jacuzzi. She heard voices approaching as Dominick began to focus in on her purse. She smiled wickedly. “I’ll share what’s in my purse sometime when we’re both relaxed in the Jacuzzi. I think it’ll leave us both feeling very nice.”
It was then that Cindy Miller, the twenty-seven year old blonde polished wife of one of Dominick’s vice presidents walked up, dragging along a hapless Greg. She had spotted Mr. Kale eying the trampy young wife of the nobody named Greg and for some reason didn’t like it when he went outside with the girl. “Look who I found wandering around looking for his wife,” she said brightly. “Maybe we should let the two love birds enjoy the party.”
Through the glass, Larry Miller stared at his wife intruding on his boss. For some reason Cindy was fascinated by his boss. “Bitch,” he said under his breath.
The thought of a hard, excited man pushing into her, the feel of his hardness driving into her soft body, it really got her going. She gave a wicked smile as her finger wandered up to caress her necklace. If she was imagining herself as a sexy little slave girl being fucked by the master right now, who could blame her. Maybe instead, she could be his private secretary serving his every need in his private study. It was only when her started to talk again that she snapped out of her sexual reverie.
It took her a moment to focus on the subject at hand. But she did have to admire a man who could so conquer the world he had all this wealth and luxury at his disposal. I’d love to come over sometime, she told him excited at the thought of enjoying his pool and Jacuzzi. She heard voices approaching as Dominick began to focus in on her purse. She smiled wickedly. “I’ll share what’s in my purse sometime when we’re both relaxed in the Jacuzzi. I think it’ll leave us both feeling very nice.”
It was then that Cindy Miller, the twenty-seven year old blonde polished wife of one of Dominick’s vice presidents walked up, dragging along a hapless Greg. She had spotted Mr. Kale eying the trampy young wife of the nobody named Greg and for some reason didn’t like it when he went outside with the girl. “Look who I found wandering around looking for his wife,” she said brightly. “Maybe we should let the two love birds enjoy the party.”
Through the glass, Larry Miller stared at his wife intruding on his boss. For some reason Cindy was fascinated by his boss. “Bitch,” he said under his breath.