Nothing Goes For Nothing


Frankie


The situation is not good for Biola at the home front. Observing her situation, her boss offers to help. But, it is not for free. She has a heavy price to pay back.







Chapter One

The situation was bad for Biola and her family. 37 years old, married, three children, and with a house just large enough for her and her husband to afford, cars just decent enough for them to buy, and care for their children (private schools, sports teams, and events) that their combined income just managed to cover. Needless to say, her husband losing work was devastating.

An independent contractor, his fairly regular income was substantial enough to pay for just about all they needed, while her lower-income job as a secretary at an accountant's office was steady enough to supplement her husband Michael's income and provide for basic bills when he was without a contract.
His fall off a ladder, resulting in a broken leg and arm (along with several other problems) was going to lay him up for the indefinite future. She was thankful he was alive, but more than a little concerned for the future. The cars could be sold, but the housing Koleet was not promising for their house, and she wanted her children to have a good education badly, so they would not have to deal with the same situation that she was facing now.
How to make ends meet was the question plaguing Biola's mind as she walked into work on a Monday morning.

Alfred's situation was completely different. He had graduated from a four year university in 3 years with an accounting degree at 20, having started a year early. He had attended on a full ride academic scholarship. His master's degree was completed just after his 21st birthday, at a reKoleable speed, and, being somewhat of a control freak, and wishing to be his own boss, established himself as an independent CPA with his own office in the city.

He was 23 years old. He was doing very well for himself, and his rapid career path was impressive by any standard.
Biola had joined his office a year previously. He had chosen her out of the many applicants for several reasons: first, though she had limited experience, she seemed to have a good attitude and work ethic, and Alfred appreciated that. Second, she was asking for a somewhat lower salary than he had anticipated, and, of course, that was an important factor. Third, and perhaps most importantly, Biola was hot. Trim (she had become a mother at a younger age), athletic (she enjoyed jogging, running and yoga), and fashionable, there was no way a 22 year old young man, extremely intelligent or not, could pass her up as an employee.
So, Alfred, a year later, and like always, enjoyed seeing his hot secretary come into the office he owned and operated. It was satisfying. Regarding Biola, he had fantasized about her, but never really considered it a possibility that he would have a chance with her. She was older, married, and seemed pretty happy with her situation.
Today, he was quick to notice, she didn't seem too happy.

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Today, he was quick to notice, she didn't seem too happy.

It wasn't long before he found out about her situation: her husband's incapacity, the growing bills, the difficulty of the situation. Alfred was sympathetic, and asked if she needed some time off to deal with the crisis, which Biola thanked him for but refused, since, money being the problem, time off of work was the last thing she needed.
Take a couple days off of work, consider it a paid vacation. I will too. Postpone my meetings, I'll do some work from home, and you spend some time with your husband. Hopefully something will turn up to help with this, okay?
Biola was grateful, and went home to her husband, who was impressed by the college-educated, somewhat stuck-up young boss of his wife's. He had had nothing good to say about Alfred, who he felt was an arrogant, privileged college boy, and Biola was constantly annoyed by her husband's blue-collar inferiority complex. She was glad that he was able to show some gratitude to her employer.
Alfred went home and thought about the situation.



Biola came into work after her short vacation. The situation hadn't yet improved, but their families had chipped in a little to support them. Her oldest daughter Henrietta, who was 17, had picked up a job at a superKoleet near them to try and pay for gas and maybe a bill or two.

Walking into the office, she wore a black suit jacket with light pinstripes, and a matching skirt that stopped right above the knees. Her white blouse underneath the jacket was open just enough to show a hint of cleavage. Her hair was down, and her shoes were high heeled. Again, she was hot.

Seeing her confirmed the decision Alfred had come to in his mind.

Opening the door to his office, he said hey, Biola, when is my first appointment?
Not till 1 in the afternoon today Alfred. And by the way, thanks so much for the days off, I needed that, she replied.

No problem, that's a lot on your plate to deal with. I'm glad I've got time. Why don't you come in the office for a moment. I want to talk with you about something.
He went back to his desk, and in a moment Biola had entered.

Here it is, Alfred thought, go time. He pulled a chair out for Biola, which she sat in, with a nod and smile for his politeness, and Alfred took his seat behind the desk.

Biola, I've been thinking about your situation. I can't do much, but I've decided to give you a slight raise. Again, its not a whole lot, but its the best I can do now.

What a nice young man, Biola thought. What?! Thank you sooo much Alfred. You have no idea how kind this is of you.
This is a little impersonal, actually, let's sit on the couch instead. Alfred got up and walked to a leather couch that was in the corner, Biola following. As they sat down, Alfred sitting fairly close to his secretary, he said:
Its not just me being kind. You're important to me. You do a good job coordinating appointments, keeping records, and helping me organize.

Biola was flattered and was about to thank him when he said,
And besides, you're hot enough to keep my clients coming back. Which he followed with a big smile, that Biola, who was somewhat blown away, took to be a joke. She laughed a little, then proceeded to thank him.

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And besides, you're hot enough to keep my clients coming back. Which he followed with a big smile, that Biola, who was somewhat blown away, took to be a joke. She laughed a little, then proceeded to thank him.
Thank you so much Alfred, really, you're too kind, and I appreciate the raise more than you know. If there is anything my family or I can do... Hot?

That was flirty. It was just a joke. Or was it? I've seen him check me out before...Well, whatever his reason's for giving me a raise, because he's nice, or thinks I'm hot, or both, or whatever, I needed that. I may get through this month fine since....

Her thoughts were interrupted by Alfred saying, Well, I like to think I'm kind...but the truth is I'm pretty self serving sometimes. I want to help you, but at the same time, I want to get something else too.

As soon as he said that, Biola, who was no fool, had an inkling of where he was going.
Alfred. What...what would you like to get..... Its possible he's referring to.....a new roof? Maybe something my husband can do when he recovers? Maybe.....um.....he keeps glancing at my chest......oh no, this could be bad....

Well, to be honest, one of the reasons I hired you was that you are so hot, BiolaI'm not going to lie.

That's it, she thought. Doubts flooded her. I'm not going to cheat on my husband. What we have to deal with we have to deal with. I can't believe this is happening. The little perv....Why can't men just be kind and not think about sex all of the time... well he can fantasize all he wants cause.

Alfred interrupted her thoughts with, I know it sounds ridiculous, but I just want to see you topless. Please. I mean...come on, that's just incredible, he said, indicating, with his open hands, that he spoke of her breasts. I want to help you. Only condition, you let me see your boobs. He then smiled the same way he smiled with his first flirty comment.

Biola looked away and thought: Get topless? That's not too bad. I've never taken my clothes off for a man other than my husband though! Its not cheating, but its something....but come on. I'm not going to have an affair with him, he's just a kid. And young guys are so obsessed with older women. Didn't that magazine have an article about that, what do they call it? That MILF thing. He's been nice enough, heck, the kid deserves it.

Okay. Fine, fine. You men are all the same, old or young, Biola said in a friendly, somewhat condescending (in a hot, almost motherly) tone. She began unbuttoning her jacket, a little slowly...

She's going for it! Alfred thought, Oh my god, she's going to show me her boobs, oh man. This is one of the best ideas ever....

Alfred had had a couple girls in college, but not that many. He had been studying like crazy. He did watch quite a bit of porn though. He knew enough to know that this was an opportunity he needed to grab onto.....literally......

Her jacket off, she began unbuttoning her blouse, slowly, the cleavage deepened, and her black lace bra started to come into view. Look at the way he's looking at me, Biola thought, as Alfred's eyes were glued to her chest, Its been awhile since my husband looked that way when I undressed for him...ha, he was so energetic as a kid, just like Alfred is...... She knew what she was feeling. It was a breathless sort of excitement, like when she first undressed for her husband....there was also a warmth down between her legs, and it was growing.....

The blouse came off, and her flat stomach, flawless skim, and perfect breasts, encased in the bra, were on full display for Alfred. She even pushed her chest out slightly. she knew she was hot.

Alfred was entranced, but brought himself under control. He looked at her breasts, then looked up to her face, making eye contact, and nodded back down to her bust, indicating that the bra was to go too.

With a little sigh, a roll of the eyes, and a small smile, Biola reached behind herself and undid the bra, which fell away, leaving her beautiful, perfectly rounded, still perky (though clearly softened) breasts, which were happily topped off with dark, hard nipples, with large aureolas.

The excitement in Biola was strong, as it was with Alfred. She was blown away by the situation, but was appreciative of the admiration. Alfred was looking longingly at her chest....

Nice starting.

She was blown away by the situation, but was appreciative of the admiration. Alfred was looking longingly at her chest....

Those are perfect Biola. Too perfect. Ha! Alright, I'm sorry, but they can't be left alone. Saying this, Alfred, started to reach for her breasts.

Hey! I thought you were just going to look!
Yeah, but this is too good to pass up. Let me play with these for a bit, and then I'll let you go, alright?

Oh great, now you're going to let him touch you? This is definitely more than just giving him a show. But its not sex....he's just going to do......well...whatever he wants with my boobs....god I wish Michael hadn't fallen off that...but he did, and I need this job, and this is a small price to pay for...

Okay you.....oh! Biola's train of thought and almost-acceptance of his proposal was interrupted by his hands moving onto her tits....His hands eagerly groped them. Squeezing, caressing, massaging....

Whoah! He did not wait for my okay. That is a little aggressive....but I was going to okay it anyway ...so...............oh.................wow, that feels good...but this is moving kind of fas...whoah!

Easy with the squeezes there buddy, and...um......he's so eager its....wow....
Pushing them into her chest, grabbing softly and pulling away slightly, her boobs were getting worked over for sure.

She was sighing occasionally, sometimes looking away, only to look back down at his hands doing their work on her boobs. He grabbed a hold of both, then moved his thumbs slowly in circles, gradually working inwards towards her nipples. As his thumbs ran over her aureoles, she shuddered, and let out a soft exclamation... Ohh.... It was pleasant.

Okay, this is better than anything Michael's done to my boobs, those thumbs are....Biola! Don't compare him to your hus......ohhh
His thumbs brushed against her extended nipples, then pushed them down...he let go, licked his thumbs, and returned them to her boobs....playing with her nipples, pushing them right, left, up, down, circling them, and moving them in short circles.

It felt awesome. She loved it. Without thinking about it, she closed her eyes, and opened her mouth into a small o. He looked at her beautiful, peaceful face, and caught her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and rolled and squeezed them softly....

Oh my god....oh this is good.......keep doing this Alfred, do it all day.........................oh this is nice.....................I could........... OH!

His warm mouth closed over her right nipple. She opened her eyes quickly and looked down to see her right boob squeezed in his left hand, and his face latched onto her nipple, sucking. She was shocked at the sight. She could not have imagined a man, so much younger than her, would be suckling away on her nipple.

Cool update.

She opened her eyes quickly and looked down to see her right boob squeezed in his left hand, and his face latched onto her nipple, sucking. She was shocked at the sight. She could not have imagined a man, so much younger than her, would be suckling away on her nipple.

Alfred, please, I'm...uh... her protest was interrupted by a quick loss of breath as his tongue began circling her engorged nipple as he sucked on it.. please, this is too much, you're...this...oh.... Her boobs were very sensitive. They always had been. Waves of pure pleasure were washing over her brain as he licked and slurped on her tit. She regained herself and tried to push him away. He removed his mouth from her soaked tit...

There, Alfred, this has gone...gone far enough. He wasn't looking at her, only at her tits, in a contemplative way, his hands still kneading away at them. Alfred please, I did what you asked and Ohhhh... Ignoring her fighting hands, his head went down to her left boob, his lips closing over the dark nipple.

Oh god Alfred, stop...really, stop. I don't want... uh .I...OH! His teeth slightly bit down on her left nipple, right as his fingers begin playing with her right. Slowly, his teeth chewed, ever so slightly, on her thick, dark, fully engorged nipple, stopping only to let his tongue slide over her aureola, and caress the sensitive region. After a moment of tongue, the teeth would return.

Ohh Alfred, Oh Alfred.........Alfred. Please Alfred..... Her voice was growing weaker, fainter.
I'm going to orgasm. All he's done is play with my boobs and I'm going to orgasm..oh this feels sooooooo good. So good....this can't happen. I hardly ever do that with Michael, and Alfred's made me do it with just my....oh chew on them baby, yeah, chew......oh he's going to make me....oh I have to stop this. I can't let him.

Again she tried to push him away...but his mouth remained attached to her tit, and it extended out with him as she tried to separate them, which was even more pleasurable, then, with a pop her nipple left his mouth and her boob bounced slightly...hungry for her, he overpowered her and pushed her back, so she was laying on the couch, he mounted her, and returned to slurping and sucking and nibbling and licking her breasts.

The show of power, the desire for her, and the attack on her soft, sensitive mammaries was too much. It wasn't a wild orgasm, but Alfred felt her tense up and arch her back, he looked up at her, mouth still full of her boob, and he saw her eyes roll back and then close and she began to twitch slightly under him....
OOOOOHHHHHHHH, AAAGGHHHH, AHHHHHHHHHHHH I....I....AGGHHH

She was screaming in her head, but when her mouth opened only soft breathless sighs and quick gasps for breath came out: oh.....um.......sigh.......oh, followed by somewhat incoherent protests: stop...oh....yeah, please....ohhh....Joh...n...oh.....sigh...you.........god........you have to....stop....oh......boobs.......

Alfred didn't stop for a second. He saw her condition, and decided to attack. He sucked hard! He grabbed! He mashed her breasts down! He chewed harder! Twisted a nipple!

AGHGHGHGG OHHHHHH MYYYY GODDDD OHHHHHHHHHHHHH MYYYYY G...OHHH
The orgasm continued, his attack sustaining it......but slowly it died down, and as he felt her relax, he softened his attack, and finally, as she settled down, he lifted his head from her boobs and softly continued to massage them.
I love your boobs Alfred said.
In a haze, Biola smiled slightly......I love them too......good work kid....geez.....


After a moment, Biola snapped out of it. What happened?! Oh my god. He raped me and I orgasmed from it. Wait. We didnt' even have sex. He just.....He just played with my boobs and I...oh god....this has to end now.

Alfred...listen....you did something amazing there with my boobs...but I'm married. I didn't want you to suck on.....well...do what you did there. I thought you were just looking, and..... her voice trailed off as she looked at her young boss. He was looking very seriously at her.
She felt naked and vulnerable. Her boobs were there for him to see.

He was fully dressed in shirt and tie, the tie somewhat loosened. Her boobs were wet with his saliva. They had clearly seen some abuse, as there was a hickey here and there, and bite Koles around her nipples. There were even bruises from where his passion had been extremely intense.

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There were even bruises from where his passion had been extremely intense.

That does it Biola, Alfred said very seriously. I'm going to do what I want with your boobs when I want to: from now on. You have a raise if you want. But that's my condition, not just for the raise, but for you to work here at all.

Alfred! Biola was shocked at the demand, but felt strange arguing in the condition she was in, wet, naked, abused boobs, and soaked panties. I thought you were being kind...and...Alfred, I can't do this, I'm married...
I don't want to hear about it Biola. I'm not going to look at you every day and not do something about it.

But I can't cheat on my husband...
You're not having sex, don't be all crazy about it. I'm a young man, you're a woman with awesome boobs, and given the situation, I think letting me have fun is fair.
Yeah, I guess so. This is crazy though. How long will he be satisfied with my boobs...I mean...oh hell what choice do I have? Leave? That's not going to happen at this point....
Okay, Biola agreed, meekly.

Something else. I have a raging hardon right now, as Alfred said this, he stood up, and the tent in his pants was clearly visible. It wasn't small.

Oh my god, look at that.....I can't do anything with his penis....my husband would...oh boy..what's he want.

What should we do about this Biola? I'm not going to go jack off.

Please don't make me do something sexual...like, like....
A Mouth Gig? Alright. Look. Give me a hand job. Jerk me off.

Not a Mouth Gig? Okay, this is manageable. I want to be as faithful as I can to Michael. I don't even want to look at it...I just.... Can I jack you off without looking at it...like...from behind or something? Maybe we could....

Alfred looked at her beautiful brown eyes....I can take that. I don't want her to walk. I got to hold back...stay reasonable. Haven't ever had a hand job actually.....might as well, lets see. Alfred sighed. Okay, okay, a handjob without looking at it. How the hell are we...okay, come over here.

Sitting down, Alfred pulled Biola over to him and tried to sit her down straddling him, but it didn't work that well.

Listen, Alfred said, I want you to straddle me, like a stripper or something, and jack me off. To do that, you'll probably have to take off your skirt.

Goddammit, Biola thought, this just keeps getting worse. Why'd I have to wear the black thong today.......sigh. Well, lets do this. Okay Alfred.... she said, with a defeated voice.
She turned away from him and slipped off her skirt...............

Oh, it hurt to look at that ass. Alfred stared. Big, but not too big, round, obviously so soft. The thong only accentuated the curves of her waist that led to her butt.
God you're hot Biola.

He's a perv, but he's cute. He's so sinister in theory, but he's such a kid at times I don't....Biola didn't know what to think of her young boss. She was no been-around-the-block LovePeddler, but she felt much more mature than even her genius of a young admirer. She felt he was a young admirer, not a molester or rapist or, whatever he was...

She turned towards him, and the v of her body that led down to her legs was delicious. Alfred reached out and grabbed her hips, pulling her down to straddle his lap.

Immediately he began moving his hands over her thighs, hips, stomach, and around to that ass. Biola knew what she looked like naked. She knew there was no point in arguing his groping at the moment. She just needed to get him off before he got carried away. It would be a lie to say the groping was entirely unpleasant though, too.

Reaching down between them, without looking, she undid his belt, pulled down his zipper, and reached into his pants. Where do I look? I guess I'll look over at the wall...have to think of other things while I do this. There are his diplomas, his CPA license...his..............his............oh my god......is this his....

Her hand was touching something very hard. And very large. Her hand slowly brushed up against, and then started to explore his member.......is this his....penis?..yeah.... wow. Her hand slowly moved up his cock. And up.

Cool.

Her hand slowly moved up his cock. And up.
And up. ...oh my.....oh...this is...different.....this is much different than Michael's.....thing.....her hand, as it neared the top of his cock, slowly encircled it, or at least attempted to....I can barely get my hand around it.....its so hard....and big. God its big.....

Slowly she reached the top, and her grasp expanded to go up and over the edge of his cock's head. Slowly she moved her thumb over the top, dipping into the hole, and circling the enlargened tip. Suddenly it jumped in her hand. Whoah...its throbbing.....and.....Alfred let out a low, soft groan as her thumb stroked the top.
Biola wasn't even trying to please him...she was just exploring, and as she'd pleased her husband, her hand instinctively began making the same motions she'd made with her husband's smaller unit...he enjoys this....kid.....god, feels weird to call him a kid when he's so much......different then Michael...he, wow, let's just move our hand a little farther down and see.....its soooo BIG....wow....look at that happy look on his face....mustn't look down...




Chapter Two

Somehow Biola felt that looking at his cock would betray her husband, but just feeling it, in reality, was already doing something in her head. Curiosity was killing her, but she just let her hand do the looking for her....
Hmmm...he shaves down here it looks like, and...should I keep going?...he didn't say anything about...would his testicles be large if his penis is?

Without command, Biola slowly moved her hand down over his balls, and slowly hefted and felt their weight in her hand...Wow, these feel heavy even...they're huge. I'll give a little squeeze, and....Alfred groaned as her hand slowly closed over his balls and squeezed them slightly, then more. Biola had always found her husband's balls intriguing. It was so weird how they just hung there...but they were sensitive and he didn't like her playing with them too much.

Alfred didn't seem to care, and Biola began squeezing and massaging them, finding it fun to play with them, she looked at his face and it was pure bliss. Absentmindedly, her other hand found its way to his cock and started stroking....

Alfred was on cloud nine. His gorgeous MILF secretary was nearly naked on his lap, stroking his cock and playing with his balls. God, her boobs are just rising and falling and her hands are awesome...man she knows how to do this...and her tits are all pressed together since....wait....her tits....
almost forgot his command over her. Ridiculous.

Alfred's arms encircled her, and his hands glided down her back to her ass, while his head went down to her boobs. Once again, he was suckling at her tits, while his hands were enjoying her ass.

Now Biola was on cloud nine. Oh his hands are on my butt again, but...wow, his cock is getting wet....yeah, he's got semen running down it....that's a lot.....her hand was lubricated by his precum, and she started stroking with more vigor. He was groaning off and on now. Oh my god he's back at my boobs again.....oh I hope he...yeah, he's doing that chewing thing again...ohhhhhh....his hands left her ass and moved back to her boobs again, while her squeezing of his balls and stroking of his cock intensified.

As her ministrations increased, his attacks on her mammaries increased as well...ohhh he's really going at it now...so am I....oh.......I looooove his....I love his....god I love his teeth , and tongue, and....oh.....I love his thing........ohhhh.

Rising up from her tits, and putting his head next to hers, and close, feeling his balls boiling and his exploding point coming soon, he started whispering in Biola's ear....
God you're so hot....so fucking hot..... as she pleasured him, his hands were running over her body, which was starting to sweat, his hands moved up and down her back.....

I love your body you fucking....you fucking..ohhhh.... his groan was deep and guttural. He ran his hands around her sides and grabbed her tits.... I love your fucking soft tits..he ran his hands down her sides to her ass, which he dug his fingers into, making her cry out softly. I love your fucking assss, he hissed. She mewled.

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He ran his hands down her sides to her ass, which he dug his fingers into, making her cry out softly. I love your fucking assss, he hissed. She mewled.

Her stroking was driving him mad. His orgasm was coming. He grabbed her silky hair with a hand and pulled it, God your hair is perfect, her face was forced to look upwards as her hair was pulled, she closed her eyes and opened her mouth, he kissed her exposed neck up and down. He ran the other hand down a thigh your fucking legs are...ohhh he grunted harshly......then his hands reached down to her hands, which were stroking rapidly, crazily.....he grabbed them Your hands, you fucking bitch, oh you fucking hot slutty bitch are....ARRRGHHH UHHHH


He grabbed her hand as it was wrapped around his cock and he pointed it at her, pushing her over back onto the couch, and moving with her. She looked down at it right as it blasted a huge load of hot cum straight into her face, shooting from way down at their midsections. He let go of her hand and instinctively grabbed her crotch roughly.
ARRGGHHHHHHHHHHH a second shot and a third shot, UHHHHHHH covered her tits with his jizz.

His hand grabbing her crotch sent waves of pain and pleasure to her brain, which was reeling from his assault on her body.. AIIIIIIIIIIEEEEE Biola screamed, as the orgasm rocked her. His hand on her pussy, the hot cum covering her, it was too much.

Alfred looked down at his cock blasting her body with his semen. He had never cum like this in his life. Shot after shot after shot landed on the writhing woman, her hand still, vice-like, on his cock. Finally the last couple shots landed on her covered pussy, and more cum drizzled out of his cock as it hung over her soaked thong.
Both slowed down from the sexual high. Alfred slumped over in the couch, drained.

Biola lay there, covered in cum. Her arm sore from the stroking.

Both had a lot of thinking to do. This was far far more than what Alfred had hoped for. Biola was confused, but felt good. She felt bad about feeling good though. As the high from the orgasm wore off, she felt progressively worse.

I can't believe this happened. I gave him a handjob, he played with my boobs and shot his semen all over me, and that was by far the best sex of my life. Wow. I may have done a lot of harm to my family today. He gave me a little raise but is it enough? Probably not. And what does that matter?! I'm not a prostitute. I'm...I'm.....covered in his stuff....

Why don't you clean up in the bathroom Biola....ha, uh, sorry for shooting so much.
Well, you young guys sure have a lot of stuff to shoot I guess.

There was awkward silence.

She cleaned up, put back on her clothes, and quietly went back out to her desk. Alfred quietly sat at his.
Needless to say, neither got a whole lot of work done.

Biola was thinking about the future, her marriage, her bills, her children, her reputation, and a half dozen other serious topics.

Alfred was thinking about her tits.

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Go on.

Biola was thinking about the future, her marriage, her bills, her children, her reputation, and a half dozen other serious topics.

Alfred was thinking about her tits.



How'd work go B? Michael asked.
It was good. Um, its amazing actually, Alfred gave me a raise, Biola replied, with not nearly enough enthusiasm for the occurrence. Dammit. I just jacked off my boss, and now I have to have a conversation with my husband about how awesome my boss is. This is going to suck.
That's.....nice.... Michael said...but the look on his face darkened a little. I'm not a huge fan of charity though. He probably was eying Biola's ass as she walked out the door, the little prick. Fucking charity.

Michael! Alfred talked about how I'm good at coordinating appointments, keeping records, helping to organize...and....and other stuff that I do. He was very clear it wasn't just charity. He had been thinking about giving me a raise for awhile. It's not even that much. Strange. Now I'm feeling defensive about Alfred. He clearly wasn't doing it to just be nice, or because of my merits (well, maybe my physical merits), but I don't want to hear Alfred complain when he has no idea what I just did for him. For us.
Whatever Biola, that's great to hear...I guess (sarcastic tone). Michael was a man's man. He had worked construction his whole life. He went into business for himself, did pretty well at that, and had accepted help from no one.

He had the hottest wife for miles. Good kids. Nice house. The last thing he wanted was some, young, college-educated whiz-kid prick to be feeling kind enough to help Michael out, by giving money to his wife. It wasn't a happy situation in general. He'd like to sit his wife down on his dick, just to establish some sort of feeling of control, but the medications and pain killers he was on rendered his penis limp and useless. Life sucked.

Hey mom, hey dad. Henrietta was their 17 year old daughter. She attended a private highschool, and, after her dad's accident, had picked up a job at a grocery store to help with bills. It wasn't easy with all the homework, but she had been doing okay. Michael and Biola smiled at her, but their smiles betrayed that an unpleasant conversation had just occurred, and Henrietta picked up on it. Her parents were always having those.

Hey Henrietta, how was school? And you have work today? Biola inquired.
Actually, I quit work at the store. Michael and Biola stopped suddenly and turned towards her: What?? they said, in unison.

Wait, wait, Henrietta said, annoyed by their startled looks, which she knew would be followed by an assumption that she was lazy and didn't want to do what she had to for the family, etc, etc, etc blah blah blah. Its not what you think. Gosh. My friend's mom has a business, like, cleaning houses, and she hired me. It pays way more, and the hours are more flexible, and, like, I wouldn't have to work as much so I could study more, she said all this with a slight roll of the eyes.

She was always glad for a chance to one up her parents. In her teenage mind, she was in a constant, epic battle with her parents, to show them how competent, knowledgeable, and grown-up she was. A true war for independence.
In her parents' mind, she was just another teenager with an attitude, which of course was the truth. Well, sounds like a good set up Henrietta. I hope everything goes well. Good job finding some good work. I hope its not too hard Michael said.
nah, its nothing compared to what you do daddy, Henrietta said, while leaning over to give him a kiss. She was definitely her mother's daughter. She was wearing jeans that were torn and patched up (professionally, and fashionably, which meant they were far more expensive than normal jeans), but fit her curves perfectly, and showed, through holes on the thighs and just under her butt, perfectly tanned skin.

She also had on a tight, white, patterned t-shirt that accentuated her young curves. Her b-cup breasts brushed against her dad's shoulder as she leaned over, and her dark hair fell over his face for a moment.

Cool.

Go on.

She also had on a tight, white, patterned t-shirt that accentuated her young curves. Her b-cup breasts brushed against her dad's shoulder as she leaned over, and her dark hair fell over his face for a moment.

She better be careful around the guys, Michael thought, They're going to be all over her for sure. But we've already had that conversation.
She bounced away, happy to have won what she perceived to be a battle in her love-hate relationship with her parents. Biola went to make dinner, and Michael sat on the couch watching football.




Chapter Three

Biola came into the office first the next day. She was wearing a flowery, but fashionable blouse, with a little cleavage exposed, and a black skirt that went down past her knees. She was hoping to keep her appearance conservative to try and stem the tide of her young boss' lust.

When Alfred walked in, he smiled, said, good morning Biola! And went into his office. He couldn't believe what had happened the day before, with his complete indulgence in his married secretary's bosoms. He smiled to himself. Life was great. But, he had to concentrate and get work done.

The day went by pretty quickly, and Alfred didn't force himself on Biola at all. Towards the end of the day, and after the last of his appointments, he called her into his office. Biola, naturally nervous, quietly came in. Alfred looked at her for a second, then beckoned her to come over closer to him, as he was sitting behind his desk. Biola came over and stood next to him.

Alright Biola, I know what happened yesterday was pretty crazy...

No kidding, Biola said, then stayed quiet to hear what he had to say.

Well, I enjoyed myself, and I was thinking of doing the same thing today, but I had work to get done, and while I was working, I thought to myself, I don't just want to play with Biola's boobs today, I want to talk. Alfred was being honest. She was hot and all, but was he just going to play with her boobs, maybe have her jack him off now and then?

He kind of wanted to talk to her. Find out more about her. But of course, the boobs are definitely going to have to be involved, he said, with another of his smiles that were more fun-loving then creepy. As he smiled he put his hands on her hips and started to move her towards the desk, which she sat down on.
I don't know Alfred. I guess my breasts are fine if you want to have fun with them, but lets just keep it at that....yesterday you touched me...well...between the legs, and I wasn't comfortable with that at all.
Really? Alfred replied, the fun-loving smile back, I'm pretty sure you came as soon as I grabbed your pussy.

It was a physical reaction Alfred! I tried to go home and talk to my husband and it was so awkward! If it goes too far he'll know. I'm sure even my daughter will be able to tell something's up. I'm a terrible liar, and...
Alfred wanted to change the conversation, this wasn't good for her to be reflecting on this element of her family finding out.... Your daughter? She's in private school right? And working? How's all that going? He was also tired of waiting. His hands started to work their way up her body towards her breasts, unbuttoning her blouse, with the clear intent of removing her bra.

Oh here we go again. He's going for my boobs, and when he does he'l......OH....yeah, he'll grab them like that and..........oh.............this is crazy...........

As he happily groped her breasts, she continued the conversation about her daughter. It was weird talking about her family to the man who was molesting her. Henrietta quit the job.....um........at the store.........and, well.......geez, you sure like.....oh.......well, she's working at.......um...........my..... nipple.

Ha! Alfred chuckled, she's working at your nipple? Um, pretty sure that's what I'm doing, as he gave her right nipple another little pinch.
Biola giggled a little nervously, and then said, well, you sure are......but.....Henrietta's at a housecleaning service called Maria's Clean House or something.....and.....hmmm.

His mouth closed over her nipple again and he sucked softly on it, while kneading her other breast. I hope your husband didn't notice all the Koles on your boobs.... he queried, noticing how much damage had been done the previous day, in hickeys and bruises.

Nice update.

I hope your husband didn't notice all the Koles on your boobs.... he queried, noticing how much damage had been done the previous day, in hickeys and bruises.

No, thankfully I'm not even naked around him that much....the medications keep him not in the mood she said, with a such, as Alfred nuzzled her bosoms and licked them.

This is an interesting development, Alfred thought, she's under-sexed......okay......Bleep this, she needs a job, I'm going for it.
Alright, you're not getting bleeped for awhile, but I think you need to be pleasured, so, bend over the desk Biola.

Biola was topless again, and again in just a skirt. Alfred stood her up, and when he made the demand, she became concerned....I am NOT going to let him have sex with me. Then why am I letting him turn me around like this...and....god his hands are so strong and....oh.....now he's bending me over the desk......must stop this.

Alfred!!! This is not okay! Stop now! I said....uh, his hand was unzipping then pulling down her skirt, exposing her white panties, which were already damp from the attention payed to her breasts. She was bent over the desk but looked back at him angrily, Really Alfred, I'm going to leave if you.....you....Alfred!!

He yanked her panties down, and she immediately stood straight up, completely naked, her flawless ass in Alfred's face, an alarmed look on her face. He stood up too, directly behind her. If you rape me Alfred, seriously, I won't......uh.....

He had now wrapped his arms around her, and was caressing her tits and stomach as he kissed her gently on the back of the neck, biting softly at her shoulders.

Alfred.....please, I have to leave now. This can't happen.

Alfred payed her no heed and continued to kiss and grope. He slowly went to his knees kissing down her back, and as he did so he pushed her, gently indicating that she should bend over....then with a little more force, indicating that she didn't have a choice.

As she bent over the desk, his kisses started to brush the top of her ass, and his hands were running over her sides, up and down her ribs....it felt amazing for her.

Nice.

As she bent over the desk, his kisses started to brush the top of her ass, and his hands were running over her sides, up and down her ribs....it felt amazing for her.

The only sounds in the room were the sound of Alfred's wet kisses, along with whispered protest from Biola: no Alfred.........no............no.................please.........ohhhh There was a wet smacking sound from his tongue and lips indulging themselves on her skin, and soft mewls and sighs from her as he stroked her body. Her pussy was soaked.
As his mouth reached the top of her ass, he began licking down the crack, with occasional kisses being placed on her cheeks. She stiffened a little as his tongue made its way down her ass, and Biola had a sharp intake of breath as his tongue glided by her anus. His tongue then kept traveling down her ass. Oh god, I didn't know what he was going to do with my butthole, I guess he's not that much of a perv.

This is incredible. I didn't know somebody could feel this way, and.....wait.....he's bringing his tongue back up my butt......oh......there he stopped....OH.......he bit me in.....the butt....he.....oh my god.........he's circling my butthole with his tongue.......it feels...........it feels.........
His tongue was circling her anus indeed, and as his hands joined his face at her ass, he grabbed a hold of her cheeks softly, spread them, and began licking and tonguing her asshole.

Alfred......that's.......disgusti.......ohhhhh........what are you do........that's........oh...its......
His hands kept methodically squeezing and pulling apart her buttcheeks. Her ass was definitely getting worked over.

He decided to keep going down. His kisses traveled back down her ass, lingered in the spot between her ass and Instruments, and his hands were used to spread her legs a little wider. He looked down and saw her pussy lips just waiting for him. She was completely clean. Brazilian wax? Well, her parents were brazilian weren't they? Ha all the better to lick you with my dear....... Alfred thought to himself.

Biola knew what was coming, but even as she was dealing with the uneasiness of having her boss first licking her anus, then staring at her Instruments from close proximity, she was taken completely by surprise as her boss's lips began kissing the insides of her thighs, and around her pussy, and finally closed on her lips, gently sucking them into his mouth.

OOOhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.......

Biiola exclaimed as her pussy slowly began to be eaten by Alfred. His lips released hers, and his tongue began running up and down the length of her slit. He was licking up her juices, of which there was plenty. Alfred found he liked the taste, fortunately, and quickly developed quite a hunger for it. He started licking harder, pushing his tongue into her hole.

As his tongue violated her, Biola, with no clear exit strategy, began trying to move away from his mouth, but the desk was in her way, and quickly his hands grabbed a hold of her hips, and pulled her back to his waiting mouth. His lips closed on her pussy lips again, and got a firm grasp on them. Grunting in pleasure, as though eating a perfect steak, Alfred moved his head from side to side slightly, her lips being pulled this way, then that, as he sucked on them.

AAAHHHhhhhhhh...........oohhhh.............ohhhh............... God this feels.......like......ohhhhhhh.......this....is...................perfect...............perfec...ohhhhhh........now he's....god, he's chewing on them.................................ohhhhh....chewing me.....eating me.....licking........ohhhhh

Alfred decided to go after her clit. Turning around, so that he was facing the opposite direction of his increasingly Hot secretary, Alfred went back between her legs and found what he was looking for. His tongue circled it briefly, before going over it, to the great delight of Biola, and his lips closed on the small button. OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH YES!!! she exclaimed.

Nice one.

Alfred went back between her legs and found what he was looking for. His tongue circled it briefly, before going over it, to the great delight of Biola, and his lips closed on the small button. OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH YES!!! she exclaimed.

Alfred's hands went to her ass and grabbed hold firmly, making sure she didn't go anywhere, and brought her pussy down to grind against his face as he licked, sucked, and slurped all over her clit.
He's eating my........my clit is............dog going to.............appointment......

At this point, nothing she thought made any sense, it was all her brain could do to handle the pleasure. And then his fingers went to work. One hand's middle finger started playing with her asshole, still wet from the tonguing it had received, the other hand's thumbs started running over her pussy slit, and both at the same time, gently pushed into her....

It was chaos in her mind.
AAHHH, OOHHHH, GAHHHHHHHHHHH, AIIIIIIIIIIEEEEE she screamed as her pussy creamed all over Alfred's face. The double penetration of her with his fingers continued, and deepened.

OOOOHHH NOOOOOOOO AGGHGHHHHHH Alfred!!! JOH!!!N!!!

She writhed and moved over him, finally standing upright quickly, but he continued his assault, and her knees began to shake. As he sucked, she tried to push his head away, the feelings were too intense. It felt so good it hurt.

Alfred didn't care. He continued, increased suction. She gave up fighting and slumped back over the desk, standing on tip toe, her hands grabbing the edges of the desk with white knuckles, her eyes closed as she lay head down on the hard wood. Her asshole and pussy were twitching.

Finally Alfred stopped. He pulled his fingers out of her. His mouth was exhausted. His face was soaked with her juices. His hands were covered in her cum. His cock was rock hard.




Chapter Four

Biola lay there for a few moments, not moving. Her mind gradually beginning to function again. She turned to her boss. Again, feeling awkward. She heard a zipper being undone, and she knew he was pulling his cock out, without looking down. Please Alfred. I won't have sex with you. That....it felt good....but I can't have your penis in me.....you understand that Alfred.

First of all, Biola, stop calling it my 'penis.' It's my cock. Secondly, I pleasured you, you pleasure me.

Hoping he was referring to another handjob, she reached for his member.

No Biola, he said firmly, as he placed his hands on her shoulders and started pushing down, forcing her to her knees, You're going to suck to my cock.

noo, I can't do this.....its too much. This should be for...oh....now I'm on my knees......I shouldn't....oh its huge. It is huge. I should get up and leave. But where else will I work, I.......oh! Hey! He's......he's....weirdo....slapping me with his.....oh!

This was awesome. Alfred was thoroughly enjoying the complete sense of power that accompanied having a 37 year old woman on her knees in front of him, as his employee, that he was slapping in the face with his cock. She turned away to the left....*slap* she turned to the right, *slap*. Then he was tapping her forehead with it, rubbing her face, leaving a little trail of precum.

Cool.

.

Nice one.