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Ride on.

On the mountain, in the valley, on the land, and in the sea
on the mountain, in the valley, on the land and in the sea
hallelujah, the Lord is my portion in the land of the living, the Lord is good, for ever more the Lord is my portion in the land of the living the Lord is good for ever more

Go on.

Next...

Go on.

Carry on.

Ride on.

Keep bringing it on.

Nice one.

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.

Next...

Cool.

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.

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 Kole's around her nipples. There were even bruises from where his passion had been extremely intense.

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.

Nice work.

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....

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.

Nice one.

Nice update.

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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