As I have over 200 stories posted on 'Stories On line' you can imagine I get a lot of mails from my readers. Many just require a one line reply of thanks for their nice comments. Others get me thinking about new stories I could write. Some readers tell me things they have done and even others say that my stories remind them of some events that have taken place in their life. Every mail I receive gets a reply of one sort or another although there are a few, two I believe that have come back as undeliverable, so if you are waiting for a mail from me come back with a new address.
I got this mail from a young girl, she says 19, and of the things her husband has made her do after he has read most of my stories.
Jenny writes: I work in a nationwide Bank who insist that all their employees wear supplied business outfits; us girl have to wear a dark skirts and jackets. The company has not specified what we wear under them. My husband Trevor has been reading Jax's stories since before we were married some 9 months ago now and he especial likes the 'First Wife' tales. How a young girl like me can complete with a sexpot like her is beyond me. For a start my figure, although good is much slimmer, my boob are only a C cup but I do have these long legs. Trevor said it was the first thing that attracted him seeing me walk about in my short skirts. He prints out the stories so that I can read them.
"Why can't you be more like her," he said.
"What get fucked by everybody," I said hotly after I had read a couple of stories.
"No I don't mean that," he sighed, "I mean be more sexy, show your figure off more."
"Hey, my skirts are as short as anybodies," I snapped.
"As short as," he wagged his finger, "not shorter."
Ok, I don't have a problem wearing even shorter skirts my legs are good enough but then he starts on my boobs.
"You've got great tits," he said, his words not mine; to me there're boobs. "But do you ever show them off, leave your bra off or wear low cut dresses."
"I haven't got any low cut dresses," I said.
"Right, there you go," he said.
"So you're going to buy me some," I said thinking I might just end up with some nice new clothes.
"Not necessary," he said, "in these stories the wife makes her own."
Yeah right, I can see myself coming home after a long day serving my customers and sitting meekly at the sewing machine, we don't have, and making new dresses for me to flaunt my boobs at every male who crosses my path.
"Well you can adapt some of your stuff surely," he said. "Come on let's go and look."
Well I had nothing else to do that day and I might get a good fucking out of it.
"What's your shortest skirt?" he asked.
"That little yellow one I bought last year," I said thinking about what clothes I do have.
"Put that on then," he said.
"Ok, ok," I said
I peeled down my Jeans and rummaged for that yellow skirt. Oh my, I had forgotten how short it was. I had bought it on holiday last year when we went away for a dirty weekend before we were married.
"That looks great," he leered, "now get the rest off."
It was looking like I was going to get a good fucking at the end of all this the way he was leering at me. I pulled my top off and unclipped my bra.
"Good you've got great tits," he leered, "what size are they?"
For god sake, we've been married 9 months now and he still doesn't know how big my boobs are.
"I'm 34C," I said sticking them out more so he might just get the message.
"Right what have we got for you to put on," he mused looking in my wardrobe.
I didn't want to put anything on, I wanted his hands on my boobs, squeezing them hard just the way I like it.
"Hey put this on," he said, pulling my office jacket out. "there was a story all about her wearing one of these."
"Yeah right," I said reluctantly, there goes my midmorning fuck.
I slipped on the jacket and did up the 3 buttons.
"You should go to work like that," he leered, "wouldn't it be neat having your tits naked under that jacket?"
"How is this flashing my boobs," I said looking at myself in the mirror."
"No, no, it's fucking fantastic," he enthused, "god, don't you see."
No not really, but if it makes him happy and I get a good fucking who am I to complain.
"Put the skirt on too," he reached into the closet and pulled out the matching skirt.
I slipped out of my short yellow skirt and pulled on my work one. I look exactly the same as I usual do when I leave for work 5 days a week except I'm not wearing a blouse.
"How is this sexy?" I asked looking at myself in the mirror. "Should I leave my knickers off too?"
"Yes, yes," he shouted.
I rolled them down my thighs and throw them at him.
"Fucking fantastic," he was almost drooling.
How can it be sexy, me dressed like this, but the bump in the front of his jeans proves it was to him; men are so weird.
"So you want me to go to work like this," I said playing with my jacket buttons.
"God yes," he said his eyes fixed on my hands.
"I'll need a good fucking first," I said, moving towards him.
"Fucking right," he said and grabbed me and threw me down on the bed.
His hard cock is inside me before I could catch my breath and his spunk was pumping into me before I could get going.
A good fucking it wasn't.
"Come on love," I said, unbuttoning my jacket to expose my tits, I mean boobs.
It was no good he had shot his bolt.
"Here let me," I said taking his limp cock in desperation into my mouth.
If I couldn't get him hard soon I would have to switch to plan B, my 8 inch vibrating dildo he had bought me on our honeymoon more as a joke than anything but it sure comes in handy at times like these. Good it was ok, I could feel him swelling in my mouth; his hands groping my boobs and my tongue on his knob were doing the trick.
"Fucking cock sucking slut," he shouted and pushed me flat again.
I spread my legs as wide as I can get them and once again he pounding between them. God that felt so nice and I moved my hips against him. Please wait for me, I silently beg as I felt my orgasm building and then I'm there and that exquisite feeling of pain and pleasure swept through my whole body while I feel him spurting inside me again.
I cooked lunch then I sit down with my cup of tea.
"Shall we go out?" he offered.
"Sure where?" I said.
"Put that short skirt back on and find a skimpy top and we'll go out for a walk," he said.
Surely he can't manage another fuck today, well he did manage a record 3 times on our honeymoon.
"Ok," I said brightly.
Once again I stripped off my jeans and pulled on that skirt, now what shall I wear on top. Well no bra for a start, he'll like that, oh I don't fucking know, perhaps a blouse left a bit undone. I pulled on a white blouse and only did up half the buttons then I go downstairs to show him.
"Not fucking bad," he leered.
We drove to this riverside Pub and I sat outside while he went inside to order our beer. It was still quite warm for late summer and the beer garden was popular. The 2 guys over there were giving me a good look and if Trevor wasn't about I could have gone off with them for some good afternoon delight. Down girl you're not a card carrying slut yet.
"Nice here," said Trevor as we sip our beers.
Trevor being about doesn't stop those 2 guys looking. God did I put on some knickers under this skirt, the way those guys were staring perhaps I didn't, I can't remember.
"Undo you top and tie it up for me," requested Trevor.
"What here, now?" I almost choked on my beer.
"Yes now," he said taking a large swig and looking around.
Most of the people sitting about us are too busy with their own lives to worry about us except for those 2 guys over there who were still staring at my legs. I drained my beer then I undid those 3 buttons that are still done up and carefully as I could I tie my blouse up under my bust. I'm not sure if I exposed myself or not but those 2 guys did have their eyes out on stalks.
"Fucking great tits," Trevor whispered to me. "Now lets go for that walk."
We walked hand in hand along the towpath seeing no one much to Trevor annoyance.
"Untie your top for me," he said, "there's nobody about."
"What now? I gasped, but looking about he's right there was nobody about.
What the fuck I thought so I untied my top, I had a sudden urge to take it off but I suppressed it. We walked on for a while but still we saw nobody so we turned around and walked back to the car. Just as we entered the car park those 2 guys did too. I couldn't be sure if they saw anything but having them there was enough for Trevor.
"Leave it as it is," chuckled Trevor as I started to do my buttons up.
God this was getting silly now, I'm expected to flash my boobs to all other drivers on the way home. Ok if that what he wants; I pulled apart both half's and buckled up my seat belt.
"Fucking 'ell Jenny," he stared at my naked boobs.
"Drive," I ordered.
We got home in record time and he almost dragged me upstairs except I was in front of him. I pulled off my knickers, yes I did put some on and spread my legs wide. He was as hard as he's ever been and because he's already come twice today he just can't come again. Fucking lovely, he's pounding into me for like ever, making me have orgasm after orgasm.
Monday comes much too quickly so I got up and took a shower. He hasn't mentioned my outfit so neither did I. Bloody silly going to work not wearing any underwear. I pulled on my knickers and skirt then look for a suitable and clean bra.
"Don't," he snapped from the bed, "just as you are my slut."
"Look Trev," I turned and faced him, my hands on my hips. "I can't go to work like this, with just my jacket on."
"Course you can," he chuckled.
Ok, if he wants me to go out almost naked to an office full of young men who are just dieing to get their hot hand on my boobs, who am I to complain.
"Ok, ok," I held up my arms.
I pulled on my jacket and picked up my car keys and left. Despite my saying earlier about it not being sexy, it was indeed very sexy. Every time I meet and talk to some guy I'm conscious of my state of undress and by the time I got home I was gagging for it. Trevor wouldn't be home for an hour or more, so it's on to plan B again and my dildo. I just love having my boobs handled and at times like these I liked it rough. I plunged the dildo into my sopping pussy while I squeezed my own boobs savagely.
Perhaps there something in these stories after all, I must find the time to read some more and see what other things I could get up to.
Now the above story is based on a longish mail I got from this Jenny and I've added some dialog to her basic story. I sent a proof copy back to her for her comments.
Jenny Reply: Thank you for a wonderful story even though some of the events are untrue. I don't own an 8 inch vibrator but I think I going to get one. Trevor says he's keen to use it on me. That walk along the river I just opened a few buttons that's all not all of them. Anyway it's a great story. I'd asked Trevor to print out more of the 'First Wife' stories for me to read. Doesn't that girl ever close her legs, I don't think I could do all that and I'm sure Trevor doesn't want me to either. I do have a brother but cutting his hair topless is out, but I suppose we could play strip poker with him and his wife, Trevor says he's up for it but then I think he quite fancies Trudy my brother's wife. Having Trevor taking photos of my naked body, well he did take a few of me topless on the beach this year but I think the films still in the camera, he's no David Bailey that's for sure. Most of this summer I have been going to work with my naked boobs under my jacket and it is very sexy to be dressed that way. Now the weather is cooler I probably wear a blouse but I think I will still dispense with the bra. Up to know I've not been lucky enough to have my boobs exposed or fondled at work but a girl lives in hope. Perhaps at the Christmas do this year like in one of the stories. She got a good pay rise out of it and so might I. I look forward to seeing this story posted and I can tell all my friends it's about me and the guys in the office will know what's under my jacket, me all nice and naked. Jenny.
It's been some weeks since I sent the poof of 'Incoming mail' story to Jenny and had back her first reply. Now that the story has been posted I got a second reply from her.
Jenny's Second Reply: I got three mails this morning saying that my story had been posted. I had shown some close friends the original story sent to me by the writer Jax. I suppose it has changed slightly but reading again it sounded the same. It's hard to believe that a small part of my life has been immortalized like this. Anyway things have moved on and I have done other things now. I'm still a faithful wife to Trevor but only just.
To think that just a simple thing like not wearing a bra under my work jacket can change one's life so much. I've always liked sex ever since I knew what it was but now my dressing differently has changed Trevor into a bit of a sex pot too and I get fucked much more often now than I used to. I take off my jacket when I get home and there are my naked boobs and instantly there's a hard lump at the front of his jeans.
Last weekend my brother Tony and his wife Trudy came around for drinks, Trevor was all for play strip poker with them but he couldn't find the nerve to actually ask them. It was well after midnight before we were all drunk enough for me to mention it.
"Sounds like fun," said Trudy with a drunken grin. I think she's always up for a bit of fun much to my brother's disapproval.
Trudy is quite well built, if not a little over weight but she doesn't let it bother her and she was quite happy to wear her bikini in the nice weather. I'm not sure my brother was so keen to play but he was the only one.
"So how are we going to do this?" he asked.
What followed was a lengthy discussion on the rules and how many clothes we all had on. In the end both guys had to remove one item each before we could start. It wasn't long before my boobs were exposed and Trevor was sporting a big lump. Trudy's boobs are bigger than my C cup, probably a D or bigger but they do droop just a bit but Trevor didn't seem to mind.
"Ok what now?" asked Tony as he was the last to strip completely.
"Now we play forfeits," chuckled Trevor who had been reading up on the 'strip poker' story from Jax.
Trudy's body felt nice in my arms as I was tasked with kissing her. I've never done that before but I think we girls should get together and use the vibrator I've now ordered along with all the straps that go with it.
"That's enough," shouted Trevor, whose cock was sticking straight out.
I've never seen it bigger or harder. Tony's was quite respectable too, although I've never seen his before. New cards were dealt out and this time Trevor got his wish and it was his turn to cuddle and kiss Trudy. Did I feel jealous that his hands were all over her, even giving her boobs a sly squeeze. Well just a bit but I knew whose bed I would end up in and whose cock would be plunging into me.
Then it was my turn with Tony.
"No we can't," said Tony, "she my sister."
"It's just a game," scoffed Trudy.
Our lips met and I felt his hand on my boobs and his cock on my thigh. I've read about red mist descending on people but I never though that really happened. Suddenly I didn't care he was my brother, all I wanted was a cock inside of me and now. I reached down and took his hardness into my hand to feed it into me and I felt it twitch; I've felt that before, I knew if I stoked it he would explode.
"That's enough," Trevor called and I was very grateful for another few seconds and I would have been sliding down onto my brother's cock.
"Lets call it a night," said Trevor looking lustfully at me.
"Yeah," I agreed.
We all gathered up our clothes and almost rushed upstairs to our separate room. The squeaking of our bed was matched by the noise coming from the spare room next door. As soon as Trevor pushed his cock into me I started to have my first orgasm and it want on and on and then I felt him spunk inside me and that pushed me to a big finish.
"Fucking 'ell," panted Trevor.
"Yeah, my thoughts exactly," I said from under his heavy weight.
"I thought you were going to fuck 'im," he panted.
"I was if you hadn't call a halt," I said thinking back to that scary moment.
"We got to do this again," he said at last rolling off me, "she's got nice big tits that Trudy."
"Drooped a bit," I said just a bit catty.
"I didn't notice," he said.
Next morning I met up with Tony in the kitchen.
"Morning sis," he grinned.
"Hi," I replied feeling just a bit embarrassed.
"Do you know," he mused, "we've lived together for what 18 years and that's the first time I've seen your tits."
"Yeah," I said going slightly red.
"Fucking nice tits they are too," he laughed.
I was getting hotter thinking about how near I got last night to sliding down on to his hard cock.
"Real nice tits," he said moving closer and kissing me on the cheek but his hand came up and squeezed my naked boobs on the inside of my dressing gown.
"Thanks," I said and I only moved away after lingering for a few seconds.
My nipples were up and hard and I need a hard cock back inside of me. I just hoped Trevor was awake, if not I was going to wake him.
"Don't go," he said grabbing the front of my gown, "let them sleep."
"Please," I said.
He pulled me closer and again his hands moved inside my gown.
"We can't," I whispered, but his fingers had found my wet pussy.
With one hand squeezing my boobs hard and the other inside my pussy I started to come almost immediately. After a couple of good seconds of pleasure my legs sagged and I ended up on my knees.
"Suck me," he demanded and I took his cock into my mouth.
God I was sucking off my brother and I'm enjoying it all. He exploded at the back of my throat and I had some trouble swallowing it all.
When I told Trevor later I don't think he really believed me but thought it was just wind up, but his cock certainly liked what I told him and before I knew it he was thrusting into me.
"Dirty slut," he said, "sucking off your own brother."
"God yes," I groaned.
"Are you going to fuck 'im next?" he said as he thrust hard into me.
"Please no, I can't," I replied but I saw us together inside my head and I came with a loud grunt.
For the next few days I was actually getting sore from all the pumping Trevor was giving me. I'll write more when I done something else although I don't expect I'll be fucking my brother any time soon.
As before I sent the proof of the above story to Jenny for her comments.
Jenny's Reply: hi and thanks for the story. Again you've liberally used your poetic licence to make it more readable but in essence you've captured what happened. This red mist thing, I don't know about that but I can say I've never been so horny in my entire life and the orgasm Trevor gave me when he slid is cock into me was the best, hardest and longest I have ever known. I was still feeling the effects of it the next morning, which is why things got a little out of hand with my brother. I think if he had pushed it I would have fucked him on the kitchen floor but I sure would have felt very guilt about it later. Some friends of mine have read my little escapades and would like to send you some of theirs so I've given them your e-mail address, hope that is ok. Things have moved on since that night, I'm still a faithful wife but I'll tell you all about it later.
Even before 'Incoming Mail 2 was posted I got the next mail from Jenny.
Jenny's mail: hi, I still feel a bit down about my actions in the kitchen with my brother. My friends are very supportive and they said it was all his fault and that I shouldn't feel guilty; But I still do, some slut I am. Trevor doesn't help either for he keeps bring it up that I'm a 'cock sucking slut' but it does make his cock nice and hard.
Anyway as I hinted in my last mail things have moved on. I have been trying to arrange a session with Trudy, that's my brother's wife and my newly purchased vibrating dildo. I don't know how you guys do it, chat up the girls, for I found it quite hard. Anyway I had been in contact with her more than usual when she said that Tony was going away on business for a couple of nights and would I like to come over and keep her company. I jumped at the chance and packed a small bag containing all my new purchase, with its straps and spare batteries. Trevor wasn't so keen on loosing his fuck toy for a couple of nights but I gave him a good seeing to before I left.
We had demolished a couple of bottles of wine that first evening and we were both very giggly.
"God that night at your place," she giggled, "Tony really reamed me out, I've never known him so rampant."
"Yeah Trevor was the same," I replied, "mind you I was just a tad randy myself."
"Yeah, me too," she admitted with a giggle.
"Trevor was very taken with your boobs," I said too drunk to be coy.
"Yeah he squeezed them enough," she giggled. "Tony said he like yours too."
I don't know if my brother had told Trudy about our kitchen encounter but I suspected not. Things had suddenly become quiet between us as we were remembering that night.
"I liked your boobs too," I said the drink making me bold.
"They droop a bit, not like your," she said staring boldly back at me. "Tony likes to put his thingie between them and wank off."
"Oh," I said. "Trevor would love to do that with you too."
"Yeah I bet," she giggled again.
"Oh yeah talking about thingies," I said. "Look what I've brought with me."
I pulled out my vibrating dildo and handed it to her.
"Oh my," she said running her hands over it. "This what I need when Tony goes away."
"That or I could lend you Trevor," I giggled.
"Yeah right," she looked up and smiled at me. "What's all this for?"
Out of the same bag she pulled all the straps that came with it.
"That so two girlies can have some fun together," I said.
"I don't understand," she said holding up the straps.
"Come on I show you," I said taking it all from her limp hands.
I was wearing one of me new shorter skirts, which didn't help any so I took it off.
"Right this goes here," I demonstrated and then once tight like this,"
I buckled up the straps tight.
"Then the business end," I giggled holding up the seven inches of shiny rubber, "goes here."
"Oh my," she giggled, "that looks positively obscene."
Her hand reached out and gently stroked it.
"Feels like the real thing," she giggled.
"Yeah," I said and I could hear my voice had suddenly gone husky.
While her hand gently stoked it I reached out and cupped her boobs.
"Nice tits," I said.
She didn't pull away just looked up at me and smiled. God, now I know what you guys feel like when you know you've pulled. My hands left her boobs and moved down to unto her jeans and she laid back on the carpet her arms above her head. With her jeans came her small knickers too.
"Spread 'em for me," I said crudely just like Trevor does to me when he's randy.
She was already wet for I could already see that her pussy was gaping and ready for me. I got between her legs and pushed in.
"Mmm," she groaned
I pushed my hands under her top and squeezed her boobs. This wasn't right for I wanted us both naked, feeling her naked skin against mine; I pulled out and knelt above her.
"Strip," I commanded and I pulled my top over my head and unclipped my bra.
She sat up and followed my example and very soon we were both naked.
"Fuck me," she whispered.
I slipped back into her sopping pussy and our lips met and a very passionate kiss. It was really quite difficult to use, girls aren't designed to do this, but Trudy seemed to be enjoying it.
"Got to be getting one of these," she murmured.
Her body was bucking under my onslaught now and then with a big sigh she came.
"Lets go to bed," I said.
I stripped off all the straps and together we went upstairs to sleep in her marriage bed. Her body was warm and smooth totally different from that of a guy. We cuddled up and slept.
One other thing has happened in the last few days, I haven't told Trevor yet and I not sure I'm going to. Anyway I was in our small kitchen at work making coffee for the crew when my boss walked in.
"Been hearing rumours about you," he said with a big grin. "The word is you've not been wearing anything under your issue jacket," he leered, "is this true?"
"C-certainly not," I stammered.
"Certainly not as in not true or certainly not as in you're not wearing anything under that jacket," he leered.
He had stepped closer to me and put his arm around my waist.
"There's one way to find out," he chuckled and his free hand reached for my buttons.
"No," I whispered but I didn't move away, couldn't move away for I was petrified and horny all at the same time.
Now my boss can in no way be considered sexy, him been fifty, fat and mostly bald. His fingers popped the top button.
"Come on now," he urged, "tell me before it's too late."
Then he popped the middle button.
"One last chance," he chuckled.
I wanted to run, to flee but I was frozen with lust or fear or both.
The bottom and final button popped and my jacket sprang open enough for him to see the strip of my naked flesh.
"Well it looks like the rumours are true," he said staring at my chest. "I'll have to see if this breaches the dress code."
His hand moved under my jacket and cupped one boob then the other.
"If it doesn't I going to make it mandatory," he chuckled. "Very nice tits."
His hands were quite rough on me and he tweaked my nipples with his thumbs. Who knows were thing would have gone if we hadn't heard voices outside the kitchen as people came looking for their coffee.
Jenny's next mail: thanks Jax for the next part of my story, it's great except that last bit with my boss. I've got to face Trevor about it before he reads it for himself; god it was all his idea in the first place. I'm not feeling very happy with myself at the moment, anyway more about that later. Reading the bit with me and Trudy cheered my up no end and I'm sure we will do it again when Tony goes away next time. Trevor has asked if Trudy can come to our place next time, but I don't think I'm ready on seeing him with her yet, the big titted slut.
Jenny's next Mail: I don't know why I worried about Trevor, I at last got up the courage to tell him about Mr Johnson, my boss and what he did to me in the office kitchen and instead of being upset he was all over me. Fucking me for a straight hour coming twice and never going soft. The next bit may bring a different result but we'll have to see. I think I'm just going to let him read it for himself then I can blame you for stretching the truth. Sorry.
Every time I saw my boss after that day in the kitchen he would smile at me and make some lewd comment. His last was that my annual review was due and this time he would do me properly. The day at last arrived and for once I wanted to go to work properly dressed. As soon as Trevor saw me getting a bra out of the draw he stopped me and made me put it back.
"Come in Jenny," My boss leered at my chest.
I walked passed him and stood by his desk, I heard the key turn in the lock.
"Don't want to be disturbed," he chuckled. "Now first thing first, I've been looking up the dress code and other than you must wear the Company's uniform, look smart and clean there's nothing about what you can wear under it."
"Oh," I said my head down.
"So there's nothing I can do about it other than enjoy the benefits," he chuckled.
"Please," I said, "I just find it more comfortable when it's stuffy in the office."
It was all a lie but it was the only thing I could think off.
"You may find it more comfortable but I bet the guys don't," he chuckled again, "and that includes me."
"Sorry," I said hanging my head.
That fucking husband of mine, I wish just this once he had let me wear a bra today instead I could feel my nipples pressing uncomfortable against the rough material of my jacket.
"So what are we going to do with you?" he said stopping close in front of me.
His right hand reached out and popped my top button.
"No please Mr Johnson," I said staring down at his fingers working on the middle button.
Again I couldn't move I just watched as his fingers popped the next then the last button.
"Fucking fine tits," he sighed as his hands moved over me, pinching my erect nipples so they hurt.
"Girl with a pretty body like yours should show it off more," he said using both hands now.
"Please no," I managed to get out.
"No, but I can see that your body is saying yes," he chuckled, "I just bet that pussy of your is all wet too, shall we see?"
"Please no," I said but I couldn't move or stop him as his hand moved under my longest skirt.
I knew he was right for I could feel myself gushing.
"Yeah thought so," he chuckled.
He picked me up and plonked me down on his immaculate desk. Both of his hands moved under my skirt and pulled down my wet knickers.
"No please don't," I said one last time but I knew he wouldn't take any notice.
He pulled my legs apart and moved between them. He unzipped and pushed his hard thingie straight into me.
"Oh no please," I begged but it was too late I was now an unfaithful slut.
I lent back on my arms pushing my boobs out more as he pumped into me hard. My orgasm was arriving fast, I didn't want it but I couldn't stop it.
"That's a good girlie," he grunted as my hips jerked against him.
I felt him spatter inside of me and then he was still. After a few moments he pulled out and after using my knickers to wipe his cock clean he zipped up. I just sat there, trying to come to terms with what had just happened.
"Right we're done for now," he said sitting down in his chair, "Get dressed and back to your post."
I buttoned up and smoothed my skirt down.
"Well have another discussion about your future later," he chuckled.
I mailed off the latest part of her story and almost immediately I got the following reply.
Jenny's next mail: I still haven't told Trevor about my boss and I can't predict his reactions to it. Having your boobs fondled is one thing, having some other guy's cock inside you is something else. It only happened the once so far but he keeps leering at me and I just know he's going to invite me into his office soon and do it all again; I'm not sure I will be able to say no. I've been re-reading the 'lost wife' and 'first wife' stories again and this time I can see parallels between her and me. If you're going to be sexy, dress sexy then you have to accept the consequences of your actions and sometimes you're going to attract the wrong sort of attention. In a number of the stories our heroine was taken without her consent, mostly by more than one guy, heavens forbid, but she seemed to deal with it, in fact she seemed to enjoy it. I've still got a lot to learn if I'm going to be a good slut.
Jenny's next mail: I've never seen Trevor so angry or his cock so hard after he had read part 4 of my story. At first he didn't believe it, asking me again and again if I had been a slut at work. I couldn't answer him at first but eventual I had to admit that the story posted was fairly accurate and I had let my boss push his cock into me. He ranted and raved about my actions, then he dragged me upstairs and gave me the fucking of my life.
"You fucking slut," he spat angrily, pumping his super hard cock into me without mercy.
Once, twice I felt him spurt inside me but he didn't stop thrusting. At last he rolled off me and we lay there side by side.
"Please I only did it because you asked me to," I explained.
"I didn't tell you to drop your knickers and spread your legs," he snapped.
"It the same thing," I explained, "you know that's what happens to girls who dress sexily, you've read it yourself in those stories your always making me read."
"There're just stories," he snapped.
"No there're not," I said fighting back, "If you read them properly you'll see there're based on true events."
"Yeah, well," he said cooling down now.
"Look if you read some of those stories you'll see the heroine was regularly taken without her consent," I said soothingly "and the husband would often witnessed these events too. Some guys out there aren't as nice as you, they see something they like and they just take it. Bloody red flag to a bull, me with my tits hanging out."
"You hardly had your tits hanging out," he said, "in fact you were dressed quite tamely most of the time."
"Well perhaps but every time I lean over the copier I flash a bit of tit at everybody," I explained. "And how do I explain that I never take my jacket off even when the office is hot and stuffy."
"Well ok, but I want something in return now," he said.
"Like what?" I asked.
"I don't know," he mused, "yes I do, I want Trudy over here next time your brother is away."
"Yes ok," I agreed, not much else I could do really.
"Right, can't wait to put my cock between her big tits," he said.
I kept out of Mr Johnson way but I knew eventually he would get to me.
"Ahh, yes Jenny," he said stopping by my desk. "I want you to work late tonight, got some figure for head office we need to sort out."
"Yes Mr Johnson," I said my heart dropping.
I knew of no such work and the only figures he would be studying would be mine. The hands of the clock flew around the dial and before too long I was alone waiting for the axe to fall.
"Ah yes Jenny, you can come in now," he leered at me. "And lock the door after you, don't want the cleaners bursting in, now do we."
"Yes sir," I said and turned the key.
My heart was pumping fast and I could feel my knickers were already wet.
"Right stand there," he ordered. "Been talking to head office about your dress code."
"Yes," I said my mouth suddenly dry.
He had been talking to head office about me.
"They have taken a similar view to my own," he chuckled, "but they want some sort of confirmation that you're neat and tidy."
"W-what sort of conformation?" I stuttered.
"I'm going to e-mail them," he said holding up his mobile phone.
E-mail them, what's he on about, I thought.
"Now lets get those buttons undone shall we," he said moving from behind his desk and approached me.
"I don't think we should be doing this again," I said but without any conviction.
"Nonsense," he chuckled and his hands were undoing my three buttons and I just stood there and let him.
He was fiddling with his phone again.
"Ok let have it off now," he said forcefully and helped me out of my jacket.
I stood there naked to the waist while again he fiddled with his phone.
"Fucking lovely," he said putting his phone down and his hands attacked my naked boobs.
"Bet your knickers are more than a little damp," he laughed and reached under my skirt and pulled them down.
"Please," I held out my hand.
Last time he walked off with them and they cost money.
"I think we'll have you naked today," he laughed and pulled my skirt zip down.
I stepped out of my skirt leaving me totally naked.
"Fucking fantastic," he said and picked his phone up again.
This time he fucked me on his shag pile carpet and not on his fine hardwood desk. He took my hand and lowered me onto the thick pile.
"Spread 'em," he said crudely and he lowered himself between my legs.
He unzipped himself and pushed into me.
"Fucking beautiful," he said his hands moving over my hot skin.
What am I going to tell Trevor this time, I thought. I could feel the fires of my orgasm building and just before he grunted and splattered inside me, it consumed me.
"One last one," he said holding up his phone. "That should do it."
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"Using my camera phone to e-mail pictures of you to head office," he grinned.
"W-what, pictures of me like this," I stuttered.
"Yeah, great isn't it," he laughed.
"Please you can't," I begged.
"Too late," he said, "they've already been sent."
"Oh no," I said my head in my hands.
"Don't worry," he soothed. "My mate at head office is very discrete, although he might come down here on a visit just to check you out personally."
I had to endure Trevor's hot hands on Trudy's big tits, my brother was away just for the one night and I had invited Trudy over to stay. She immediately jumped at the chance of us being together again and it wasn't until later when we were all a little drunk that I dropped the bombshell.
"Trevor says he wants to be with us tonight," I whispered.
"Oh how naughty," she giggled drunkenly. "Always thought we may get together sometime after that night when you squeezed my tits."
Well you can imagine I wasn't a happy bunny but then I had no rights after what I had got up to in the bosses office. The only thing I insisted on was that I went first.
"Sure babe," he laughed, "I've been looking forward to seeing you two getting it on."