Dreams of an Erotica Queen

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He stood at the door of his apartment with the key in his hand. She was inside, waiting for him. He could feel her presence through the door and although he wanted to walk in and be with her he couldn’t quite make himself unlock the door.

“Is everything ok?” a voice asked behind him.

Everyone at work had already asked him why he looked so tired after such a long weekend and he had half mumbled something to them about working on his place but he didn’t think any of them believed him. Luckily his position as a collections specialist didn’t give him much time to socialize during the work day and the people who he spoke with on the phone generally weren’t concerned with his well being.

He turned to the voice and saw it was just his neighbor from across the hall, Mary. She was small but curvy with almond colored skin and short black hair. She held a grocery bag under one arm and her keys in the hand of the other. She was smiling softly at him. He appraised her legs briefly before speaking. They were bare to high up on her thigh under her skirt.

“Yeah, I’m fine, just trying to remember if I need to get anything from the store before I step inside,” he lied.

She smiled again and blushed softly. Shawn didn’t notice it.

“Alright, just checking.” She slipped her key into the lock and turned it, pushing the door open in one motion.

“Oh! And so sorry to hear about you and Rosalie.”

He narrowed his eyes, “Who told you we broke up?”

“Actually I saw her moving her stuff out. If you ask me she was never the right girl for you anyway. I never really saw you two together,” she pushed her hair behind her ear nervously.

“Really?” Shawn asked wanting to add, “What do you know?” but biting his tongue.

“Yeah well, who am I to speak on other people’s relationships?” she said backing into her door obviously embarrassed about saying anything at all, “Just knock if you need anything!”

And then Shawn was alone in the hall with his thoughts.

Although he had rushed home, once there, at the door, he thought of the insanity of the last two nights and wasn’t sure he wanted to continue. The scratches on his back pained him slightly still but that wasn’t what stopped him. He held his key steady at the lock and let his mind replay the last 48 hours.

He was missing his girl. That was what started it, he was just missing her. Technically she wasn’t his girl anymore but he was missing her and he decided to make himself feel better. He wanted to look at some real live women, watch them dance and imagine they did things that his ex, Rosalie would never do. Or imagine that their breasts and their pussies were hers. That she was dancing before him and he would be able to climb inside of her later.

He was a good looking guy. Tanned skin with black hair. His eyes were bright blue and his lips were full. He was tall with a slight muscular build. Not enough to give people a sense that he was bulging out of his clothes but enough to give him nice definition. There was no reason that he couldn’t just find a woman who would do those things that he wanted but he was a sweet guy and didn’t want to take advantage of anyone.

It wasn’t his normal place. It was some new establishment that his friend John had found a week ago and swore was the sexiest thing he had ever seen. And he was right. As soon as he walked in, he knew there was something different about it. It wasn’t decorated any differently than any other strip club. There wasn’t any effort made to make it seem upscale. It could have been any other tit joint in town but right away he knew there was something that made it special.

The women there just glowed. When they smiled it was like his whole world lit up. He sat right in front of the stage. There was a single empty seat right in front of the pole as if someone was saving the spot for him. And who knows, perhaps they were. He didn’t even think it was strange when all the girls knew his name.

“Would you like a drink, Shawn?” one of them purred into his ear. She had blue hair and wore a clear plastic dress. She smiled at him as he looked her over. She had the most gorgeous breasts he had ever seen. She laughed and sat a shot glass full of a strange golden colored liquid before him.

“I didn’t ask for anything,” he said absently still staring at her strange blue pubic hairs half wondering if her exposed sex would be the same pink as her nipples.

“Oh trust me, you’ll need it.”

“What is it?” he asked

“Oh, something a little like falling in love, a little like eating fire. You’ll like it, trust me.”

“Aren’t they both the same thing?” he said picking up the glass and looking at it wanting her to like him more than anything.

She laughed, “Drink it, the show’s about to start,” and she trotted off, her ass switching back and forth daring him to follow.

He picked up the shot glass full of golden liquid and because he had no thought to do otherwise, swallowed it in one gulp. It was sweet as it slid past his tongue and down his throat but as soon as it hit his stomach he felt it change and from his gut to his lips there was an intense burning sensation so strong that he thought he would scream. And then as soon as it began it was over.

There was a strange hush over the room. The lights had changed to cast a red tinge on everything. The music started with a strange song that sounded a little like a fight but mostly like a hunt. Different than anything he had heard before. Then she came out.

She moved slowly down the stage to the pole. Her body was lithe and muscular. She was built for speed but for power as well. Her black hair was short and a ringlet of gold rested on her head. He could see the muscles in her legs work under her skin as she walked. Her skin was smooth but it seemed that the muscles were just waiting for a burst of motion. Her bare feet stepped one in front of the other. Her stomach was flat and he wanted to run his tongue over it and feel the muscle underneath. A white cloth was tied over her breast and another was tied around her waist. It seemed to him that he could see a tail flicking back and forth behind her. As she neared the pole, she reached for it and swung slowly around it. She had full lips that were parted slightly to show white teeth. Her eyes, which he swore were a dusty yellow were searching the crowed for something. They settled with an animal intensity on him and then she began to dance.

It was a violent sort of dance but he felt himself get hard as he watched her move on the pole. The cloth that covered her breast was undone and they appeared before him, smaller than he expected but he wanted to touch them. She was naked suddenly and the light shone of her bare brown skin. She walked towards him on all fours, her tail swishing slowly behind her. She stopped in front of him and sat up spreading her legs wide before him. Her bare sex glistened wetly in the red light. She slid off the stage and into his lap, grinding herself onto him, pressing on his cock sending waves of pleasure through his body. He kept his hands at his sides but he wanted to grab her and press himself into her wet opening.

The music stopped and she climbed off of him and back onto the stage. She picked up her clothes while another girl gathered up her money for her. The lights changed as they walked back stage together.

“Wow,” Shawn stuttered out. There was a wet spot on his pants but he wasn’t sure if it was from her or him. The waitress came back with another shot glass and sat it before him.

“Someone ordered this for you. Would you like a private dance?” she asked smiling.

He picked up the glass and drank it. Both sensations were more intense this time but somehow that made it better. “I’m sorry; I don’t have the money for that on me.”

“Don’t worry,” she said holding out her hand for him, “someone ordered that for you, too.”

He took her hand and stood up. She led him to the back of the club past the other patrons and pushed a door open. They walked in and the door shut silently behind them. The light was normal here and her hair, he could see, wasn’t blue at all. It was a slivery white. The lights in the main club just made it appear blue. She walked past a few doors and then led him inside of a room. There was a single couch in the room and he took a seat on it. She shut the door behind them and went to a small counter that held a bottle of the drink she had been handing him all night and one glass. She filled the glass to the brim and handed it to him.

“What is this stuff?” he asked taking it from her.

“I told you already, its-“

He stopped her, “Like falling in love,” he said.

She nodded and walked over to the light switch.

“What was that dancer’s name?” he asked.

“Leona,” she said unzipping her plastic dress and letting it drop to the floor. Her skin was alabaster white.

“What’s your name?” he asked putting his empty glass down. Her silver hair was longer than he thought, it fell to her waist.

She turned her face to him and said, “Diana,” and then clicked off the light.

She glowed softly in the darkness but somehow Shawn didn’t find this odd. She turned to face him completely and walked towards him slowly. Her legs were long and he wanted to lie between them. She didn’t dance.

She knelt before him and he took her breast in his hand. He let his thumb play over her pink nipple. She rubbed her palm over his cock through his pants. He felt himself getting harder and she stopped and pulled herself onto his lap. She moved her hips slowly over him and let her head fall slightly to the side exposing her soft neck. He kissed it gently and then moved to her soft lips. She let herself be kissed and then he put one of her pink nipples in his mouth and sucked. She moaned softly and worked her hands under his shirt to touch his skin. Her own skin was cool and he half assumed it was because he was so hot. He let go of the breast in his mouth and she pulled his shirt over his head and let it drop to the floor. She kissed down his chest and worked her way to the waist of his khakis. On her knees between his legs she undid his pants releasing his swollen member. She ran her tongue over his impressive cock and then took it in her mouth. She moved slowly and he placed his hand on her head pushing it down to take more of him into her mouth. She took more and more until he was fully inside of her mouth. She sucked him and stroked his balls until he pulled her off.

He picked her up and placed her on the couch. She spread her legs and he kicked off his shoes and pants. “Show me,” he said his voice gruff and demanding. She spread the lips of her pussy with two fingers exposing her to him. It was as pink as her nipples and glistening in her soft glow. He reached down and ran a finger over it, from her wet opening to her clit. She moaned softly and he rubbed the nub of flesh. She began to move her body so that his finger would apply more pressure to it. He used his finger to keep attention on her clit as he lowered himself to his knees. He took her nipple in his mouth and sucked slowly. She moaned and arched her back as she felt the tension that had built up in her body release into orgasm. He moved his finger back down to her opening and slipped it inside making her gasp but she moved her hips against him.

He crawled between her legs and thrust inside of her. She gasped as he entered her. He pushed himself into her tightness and she grabbed his back and breathed hard underneath him. As she began to open wider for him he moved quicker, pushing himself further inside. He looked at her and saw that her eyes were closed tightly. He wanted to say something to her but he couldn’t get the words out. He pushed himself deep inside of her and moaned loudly as he came.

Spent he let himself slide out of her and rested his head on her shoulder. She reached between her legs and her fingers came back red in her strange glow.

“You’re bleeding,” he said already half asleep. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-“

“Shhh,” she said wiping the blood off and stroking his black hair softly. “It’s alright.” She began laying soft kisses on his head.

He fell into a deep restful sleep. He dreamed of his girlfriend, his ex-girlfriend, at first but then images of her were pushed aside by as the dancer swayed into his unconscious. Her full lips and golden eyes filled his vision.

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Eye of Venus October 13, 2007

Are you a big fan of erotica? Are you always looking for a great new erotic blog to read or super sexy pictures to enjoy?

Then you need to check out Eye of Venus. Eye of Venus is a new blog directory that promises to only promote the best of erotica blogs. No RSS fed blogs. No thrown together money makers (although I’m sure some of them are making money). Just great words and great visuals.

Check them out - you’re sure to find something you like!

A Blog That You MUST Read October 12, 2007

I wanted to point out this excellent blog entry by Deliciously Naughty called “Fat Can Be Sexy” because more women need to hear this stuff. DN writes about how her doctor suggested she should lose weight because she was thinking about getting pregnant. Isn’t that the way it always is? Anytime you go to a doctor for anything - a cold, a splinter, a sprained ankle - the doctor will tell you to lose some weight if you have even a little bit more than they think you should have.

I think that you can be overweight and unhealthy but you can also be average weight and unhealthy and you’re certainly unhealthy if you are underweight. But you can also be perfectly healthy being somewhat overweight. I know a fair amount of women that are overweight but have the stamina of a race horse. I know women that are overweight but eat health meals on a regular basis. I do not believe that just because they are overweight in the eyes of society that they are worse off than the girl that is average weight but eats at McDonalds ever day at lunch time and just happens to have a high metabolism.

There are a lot of myths about being overweight and larger women forget that it doesn’t necessarily have to apply to them. Eat fruits and vegetable everyday, move your ass a couple or more times a week, and have a positive mental attitude. That will get you a lot further than going on a 1200 calorie a day diet and sitting in a group with a bunch of women planning for all the things you’ll do “when I lose weight”. Live life now. Not later.

Office Masturbation - part 4 October 11, 2007

If you haven’t read the previous Office Masturbation posts you might want to read these first:

Office Masturbation - part 1
Office Masturbation - part 2
Office Masturbation - part 3

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Denise was working on some files that needed to be cleared away when Frank stopped by her desk.

“How are you doing Denise? Boss lady’s not working you too hard is she?”

“Oh of course not Frank. How are you?”

“Oh you know. Same old, same old. Work the 9-5 so I can go play golf with the boy on the weekend. You know the little bugger is actually getting better than me!”

Denise got kind of tongue tied about that point.

“Well, uh, back to work. Take care Denise.”

Denise couldn’t figure out what they hell it was about Frank but talking to him just made her wet. The man was old enough to be her father and he looked like he could have been her father. He had the grey hair and sometimes he even wore cardigans on casual Fridays. But maybe that’s what it was.

Denise had always known that submission was her thing but she’d never had this craving to be Daddy’s little girl. She wanted him to bend her over his knee and confess all her sins. She wanted him to tuck her in at night and treated her like his little angel. She wanted him to be her sugar daddy.

Thinking about it was making her a little horny and she rubbed her pussy against the seat. So much for filing, she thought. But that thought escaped her mind pretty quickly and she began thinking about Frank and his cardigan and being disciplined because she’d been a bad girl. She began thinking what might happen if Frank came back now and found her rubbing her self through her panties.

“Denise, I’m shocked! Can’t you control yourself? Good girls don’t touch yourself in public.”

Denise pouted, but she didn’t stop.

“Come on. I guess I’ll have to teach you a lesson won’t I?”

Denise imagined Frank pulling her off to his office.

Inside his office, he closed the door and clicked the lock.

“Now, you know what to do.”

Denise feigned shyness and said, “No Daddy, please don’t make me.”

“Denise, take your panties off - NOW,” he commanded.

Denise did as she was told, bending over from the waist so that he could see her pretty bum peeking out from beneath her favorite plaid school girl skirt. It was a little shorter than what was acceptable in the office but she got away with it once in awhile.

Denise snapped to attention when Steve walked by her desk. Her fingers flew to the keyboard and she hoped that the scent of pussy wouldn’t be too obvious. When he left, her fingers flew back to her lips and began to flick over her clit again. She knew this was dangerous but she couldn’t leave her desk while the boss was still in her office.

Frank slipped a hand beneath her skirt and slid it right into her wetness.

“My, my, you really have been a naughty girl. Come.”

He sat in his favorite armchair in the office and pulled her over his knee. She barely had time to whimper before the first smack of his hand hit her right cheek.

“Naughty girls that can’t keep their fingers out of their panties need to be punished. You understand that I’m doing this for your own good don’t you?”

“Yes,” she whimpered.

“What’s that? I can’t hear you…”

Several more smacks rained down over her bottom and she could feel it beginning to burn.

“Yes, Daddy,” she said louder.

“And Daddy loves his baby girl so I need to teach her what is proper behavior and what is not, don’t I?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

Again and again, his hand reddened her bottom even more until the tears started to stream down her cheeks and her pussy was dripping with need.

“Do you promise to try harder to behave?” he asked as the spanking slowed.

“Yes, Daddy.”

He began to caress her aching cheeks and said, “Then I guess you’ver learned you’re lesson. Let me show you how much Daddy loves his sweet girl.”

By this point Denise could care less who found her diddling herself beneath her office desk and she was flicking her clit like crazy. She was almost there.

Frank got to his knees and began to lick her juices up. Over and over his tongue laved over her clit. Then, he raised to his knees, pulled her closer to him and thrust his cock deep into her. With every thrust her bottom burned as it rubbed against the chair and she came hard in moments.

Just in time, too.

“Denise, don’t forget to file the stuff from the Berger account. I’m done with it until next month and I want to be able to find it this time.”

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The Power of Words October 10, 2007

You know, I sometimes forget how lucky I am to be able to put paper to pen (or in most cases fingers to keyboard) to create a combonation of words that can reach out and turn on my husband. I love to write a love letter that makes him feel special or write out a fantasy that will plant ideas in his mind. Or sometimes I love writing a story that I know he’s been fantasizing about.

But not everyone is as comfortable with words as I am.

I guess that’s one of the reasons why I love writing personalized stories for people, especially when I know it is a couple that is going to share and enjoy the stories together. Personalized stories for couples are fun to write because it keeps my creativity going and allows me to write something that I might not have considered writing before. It also makes me feel good to know that my writing can be useful to someone else.

I hope those that have gotten personalized erotica stories written by me have enjoyed reading them as much as I have enjoyed writing them!

Tagged October 9, 2007

I’ve been tagged by the talented and delicious (or so I imagine) Gwen Masters and since I always try to please…

- We have to post these rules before we give you the facts.
- Players start with eight random facts/habits about themselves.?
- People who are tagged need to write their own blog about their eight things and post these rules.?
- At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.?
- Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.

So, eight random things about me:

1. I love, love, love rain and thunderstorms. Wind is pretty cool, too.
2. I have four cats - Matt (named after Matt Hardy the wrestler), Minky (the momma), Duke Hoobly, and Kiwi Kijiji.
3. I wanted to be a figure skater when I was younger and my hero was Tracy Wayman (who at the time was the youngest figure skater in the Olympics or something like that).
4. When I was younger my best friends were twins and no one could tell them apart but me.
5. I was very innocent and naive as a young woman and didn’t even get my first kiss until a month before I turned 17 and I HATED being “sweet sixteen and never been kissed”.
6. My laptop has a picture of Storm Large as the display picture and I am going to see her on July 17th.
7. I have wanted to be a writer for as long as I can remember - and now I am.
8. My first boyfriend was when I was 12 - the same age as my daughter is now - and he was 14 and majorly cool and took me for a ride on his friend’s motorcyle.

Now, I’m supposed to tag 8 people - let’s see if I can come up with that many!

Moving Day October 9, 2007

Well, I’ve been thinking about doing this for some time. Partly because I know that Blogger doesn’t like adult blogs. Not that Dreams is full of porn, but I don’t want to take a chance that my blog will be completely deleted and left without a home. But also because I wanted a little more flexibility with templates. That’s how the whole mess happened over at the other blog. I was trying to put a funky and cool template into the blog and poof, everything was gone. After a few days of thinking I decided that this was a good time as any to make the big move.

Of course, the importer that is supposed to bring all of my blogger blogs over here for me won’t work. I can’t figure out why. So while I’m transferring over all the blogs that I want to keep, read some of the earlier entries. I’ll be updating but not likely as often as I should be.

Oh, and if you had a link to my other blog and would like to keep a link here but I’ve forgotten to add you again, just let me know. Since I lost all the links from before there is a good chance that I completely forgot to add yours back in and I likely need a nudge.

Acheiving Ecstacy October 8, 2007

Katharine Tyler Brooks got a great review from TCM Reviews. Reviewer, Jasmine Vallombrosa had this to say:

In this highly anticipated anthology from the erotica author Katharine Tyler Brooks, Achieving Ecstasy – A Collection of Short Stories, is certain to raise your heartbeat. A hot sampling of her short works, you will be able to experience Achieving Ecstasy, Dreams of Domination, A Matter of Trust, Releasing Caroline, Giving Up Control, Love with the Right Spanker, and The Case of the Red Bottomed Blonde among others. All with a theme of spanking, Ms. Tyler Brooks will lead you along a journey into the satisfying world of hands and leather; each focused on stimulating your inner desires.

I found this collection to be widely diverse as the characters and plots were all varied. I felt that Ms. Tyler Brooks storytelling skills were highly demonstrative with a delightful amount of kink thrown in. I particularly enjoyed the emphasis she placed on sexual fulfillment and how it must be reached through all the titillating details she hints at. I couldn’t put the book down and as I sped through each page, I could not help but notice my temperature rising. Well done Ms. Tyler Brooks for creating such a delicious collection of your fine writing. I can’t wait to see the next one!

Office Masturbation - part 3 October 7, 2007

If you haven’t read the first two parts yet read them here:

Office Masturbation - part one
Office Masturbation - part two

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Amanda breathed a sigh of relief as Zach walked away. She was actually making progress with Denise today until Zach had turned up with his cheesy pick up lines and his wanna-be player stories. But Zach kind of ruined that.

She knew she wasn’t going to get anywhere with Denise today so she spent a few minutes soothing her nerves by assuring her that Zach was not worth their time. She made a joke about the bulge in his pants likely being made of cotton and Denise laughed and blushed. She was so cute - she was borderline innocent.

“Now get back to work,” Amanda told Denise. “I’ll come and get you for coffee later this afternoon ok?”

But before that, Amanda needed to find a way to get rid of her sexual tension before she could meet Denise for coffee otherwise she might end up seducing her right there in the cafeteria. Amanda knew the day that Denise walked into the office that she wanted her. It had been years since she’d been this attracted to another woman but Denise was just her type.

Denise was very small and petite and she had that kind of lost little girl look that Amanda found difficult to resist. There were lots of women that tried on that look but very few that pulled it off as being genuine. And Denise was genuine. Her voice was soft and meek and she really was quite shy. Amanda found out that she’d moved here from a small town only a week before getting this job. She’d left her small town because she’d split up with her husband, who it seemed was really quite a schmuck. And the more time Amanda spent with her the more attracted to her she was.

She’d been working on Denise for a couple weeks now and she figured that Denise would be ready for the seduction by the weekend. And Amanda had it all planned out. But first she had to get rid of this tension and she had the perfect tool to do it.

She’d gotten a new toy in the mail just yesterday and she hadn’t had a chance to use it yet. But it was in her purse and she’d bought it specifically for moments like this. It was a tiny little finger vibe and it had these delicious little nubs on the end. Just thinking about it was getting her all tingly so she grabbed her purse from her cubicle and headed to the copier room.

The copier room was on the far end of the hallway and had a lock on the door. Perfect for moments like this. Once the door was locked, Amanda leaned against the counter and proped one foot on the copier machine and slid her fingers into her panties. Oh, yes, she was definately a little wet. It only took a few moments for her to figure out how to put the vibe to use and she slid it through the wet folds of her lips.

Soon, she was slipping into her seduction fantasy. She’d give Denise just enough wine to help her relax. Then she’d make her move. As the vibe slid slowly hummed over her she felt her lips connect with Denise’s, felt a slight resistance, and then her surrender as Denise melted into her. Their mouths and tongues were wine-sweet and Amanda could only imagine the sounds Denise would make upon learning how much fun girl kisses could be.

Then Amanda would slide her hands under Denise’s shirt. She’d imagined touching those small breasts many times and could almost feel the nipple grow hard in her hands. The clothing would come off and as Amanda tasted that perfect little nub and sucked it into her mouth, she moved the vibe faster over her clit. Oh - this baby was so good.

In her mind, it didn’t take Amanda much time to get Denise naked but in real life she was planning to make it last. She knew that Denise was going to need some delicate treatment. But as she got closer to orgasm, she sped things along. With Denise laying naked and exposed on the faux-fur rug in her living room, she wasted no time sliding her fingers inside her. She was wet and wanting, so Amanda slid another finger in. And then she went for what she really wanted.

Amanda’s mouth went straight for that little pearl peeking out from beneath the hood and kissed it gently. Denise moaned and raised her hips to her, wanting more. In the copier room, Amanda was working her new toy and it flickered and buzzed quickly over her own clit. Her panties were soaked with her juices and her hips rocked furiously.

Amanda sucked Denise’s clit harder into her mouth and Denise made that sweet little mewing sound that comes naturally to only a few women. Her hands moved up to tease Denise’s perk nipples, squeezing them as her tongue began to flicker faster and faster. Denise’s hips rocked and as she came, Amanda gripped the counter top and stiffled a moan. She exploded from within as she imagined the taste of Denise filling her mouth. Yes, yes…

Then someone was at the door, which of course was locked. As Amanda regained her composure, there was a knock and she heard someone ask, “Is everything ok in there?”

Amanda opened the door to see Frank standing there. Frank was an older gentleman with salt and pepper hair. He looked her over in a fatherly way. Seeing her flushed complexion, he said, “Are you ok Amanda?”

Thinking quickly, she said, “Oh, I’m ok now Frank. I just found out that my dog back home died and I guess it just kinda hit me. I just needed a little cry. I’ll be fine.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry dear. Are you sure you don’t want to go home? I could talk to Bill for you.”

“No, thanks Frank. I’ll be fine. I do need to get back to work now though.”

“Ok, take care dear.”

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Office Masturbation - part 2 October 6, 2007

“Man,” Zach thought to himself, “This job just couldn’t be any easier.”

What his job technically was called was something like Departmental Overseer of Something-or-other but he knew it was a made up job. His aunt had helped him get the job about a year ago when he’d graduated from university. He wasn’t exactly qualified since he had no real life experience but he soon found out that keeping the job had nothing to do with his qualifications. The company was made of up mostly of women and that made things very easy for him.

He found it especially easy to move up in the company by flirting with the older women in charge and Dolores was no different. The crazy woman actually believed that when he was flirting with her he actually wanted her. He was sure he could get her to promote him if it meant staying on the same floor. While he was sure she was someone’s taste, she wasn’t his. His taste? It ran more along the lines of Amanda.

Amanda was in advertising and she was blonde and just as picture perfect as anyone could possibly imagine. And damned if his charms did not work on this girl. He smiled, he wore nice snug pants for her, he used his best lines that had a no-fail success rate on any other woman. But not her. And that just made him hotter.

Today he saw her talking to Denise, Dolores’ assistant. Denise was laughing and Amanda was leaning over just enough so that he could barely see the beginning of some thigh beneath her skirt. That was enough to get his mind reeling and he imagined those long legs wrapped around his waist as he slid into what he could only imagine would be heaven. But when he came beside her the conversation came to a sudden halt. Even making light conversation and telling one of his best stories couldn’t put the smiles on their faces. So he left.

He headed down to the second floor men’s washroom. It was usually deserted because it was at the end of a long hallway and it just always seemed inconvenient. He wanted to be alone while he got some release and no one would think to look for him here.

In the last stall, he pulled out his cock and it was hard in moments as he thought of Amanda’s long blonde hair and those legs he was craving. He wanted her so badly and if he ever got her he was going to make sure she begged for it. First he’d get her to suck him off. Imagining her down on her knees with her mouth full of him made him harder and he stroked himself firmly. He didn’t want to spend too much time here because he knew damn well that pretty boys like him could be replaced.

He quickly got her off her knees and bent her over, facing away from him. He stroked a little faster as he imagined her whimper as he slid two fingers into her from behind.

“Do you want it? All this time you’ve been brushing me off you really have wanted me to fuck you haven’t you?”

“Yes, I need you Zach. I need you to fill me. Please, now!”

And then he gave her ass a nice firm smack - hard enough to leave a hand print that made her pretty porcelain cheeks turn bright red.

Her squeal was so satisfying that he did it again.

“Please Zach. Fuck me. Take me. I’ll never ignore you again. I’m yours…”

As his stokes grew quicker he knew he was going to come any second. He kept his mind focused on that pretty ass bent over in front of him. He wanted to time this just right. Faster yet, and he began to feel that familiar tension in his balls. Then he was driving his cock deep into her pussy, filling her all the way, feeling his balls slap against her thighs. As he heard her moans and the sounds of skin on skin, he came hard.

Most of it hit the toilet but some hit the back of the toilet seat. He cleaned up and headed back to work. He was going to have her. She just didn’t know it yet.

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