Chapter 7

Thanksgiving had passed, the holiday food fest being just as tedious and boring as all those Monica had gotten through before. At least as far as her own Thanksgiving was concerned. All the standard stereotypes, with drunk uncles, dry turkey, and men talking about trucks and football.

The day had been spent at her parent’s house, mom taking care of the turkey while Monica helped with the side dishes and fought mightily with herself to drink no more than one glass of cheap wine during the meal. It was the kind of celebration she faced with a false smile, a grin and bear it attitude, and a loud sigh of relief as she and Jim drove home early for Jim’s work. It’s not that she hated her family, but she had never felt overwhelmed by love for them either. Monica felt closest with her younger brother, but he was at school on the far side of the country and wouldn’t make it home until Christmas.

Monica had thought of inviting Mrs. Flynn to go with them, to have a large family to share her meal with. Cole had also stepped in to invite Mrs. Flynn to his own home for a Thanksgiving with June and some of his work friends, but Mrs. Flynn said no to both offers. She insisted that she was tired of loud groups of people but would be grateful if Monica would bring a plate of turkey and potatoes and pie back for her dinner. Monica saw to that, making sure Mrs. Flynn had extra for the day after as well. Monica’s uncle wasn’t happy that so much food was going to a complete stranger, but he always had been an asshole.

No matter. Jim was happy, bragging about the new truck he and Monica had agreed upon, her first checks finally growing their checking account enough for them to talk a dealership into giving them great financing for the oversized black gas-guzzling machine. Monica couldn’t care less, but Jim was happy, so much so that he didn’t blink an eye when she told him she had to work the Friday after Thanksgiving.

A lie of course. She felt bad about it, being so deceitful to her husband, but he was going to sleep until noon anyway, shopping and deep discounts be damned. All Jim could see was the coming paycheck and his future four-wheeled beauty. For all the little fibs she told him, this one really was about her having to go to work. Greg was actually gone, off to the East Coast for most of the week in order to see his own family. The company continued without him, some special orders keeping everyone but the boss on their toes late into the evening. No, this time Monica’s little lie was to cover up a secret meeting with Cole.

Normally this was completely unnecessary. Jim didn’t seem to care any more about Cole or June than he did about their elderly neighbor. This time though Cole had invited Monica to join him at Greg’s house for a private little party. She really didn’t need Cole’s invitation, Greg essentially telling Monica she could make use of his place any time she wanted. She had already been to the little mansion hidden deep in an orchard a half-dozen times. Yet those times it had always been with the pretense of work, Greg always at her side. That’s when the simple sexual excesses they dallied with at work became full-blown exercises in lust. With no neighbors, or work colleagues, within a couple of miles, Monica was as free to scream out her joy of a coming orgasm as Greg was free to play with and make use of her body for his own enjoyment. Thoughts of Greg’s home brought a big smile and embarrassing memories to Monica. No, another day at Greg’s wouldn’t be anything special, but she agreed to Cole’s invitation because he was trying to make amends for what had happened just a week before.

With Jim most often working the early evening shift and Greg only needing access to Monica’s body two or three times a week, it was common for Monica to sneak over to Cole’s house. She tried to limit time with her lovers to only one a day, each of them physically and emotionally taking too much out of her in one session for Monica to fully enjoy a second round of loving, no matter whom she was with. But then June had gone too far and Cole had tried to shrug it off and was now trying to apologize and get back into Monica’s good graces.

It had been a mid-November morning and Monica had just returned from a full day of work with Greg. Naturally, a day of work with Greg meant less work and more attention being given to Greg. Monica just smiled when her boss walked over to lock the office door, wondering what sexual deviance he wanted to practice on her. It wasn’t unusual for Greg to force himself onto and inside her for a fast ten to fifteen-minute fuck in some part of the office, but sometimes he extended their sessions of lovemaking well into the late afternoon. Monica didn’t mind this, Greg always up for a second and sometimes third much longer bone-jarring fuck that was guaranteed to leave Monica breathless and dripping with proof of her own very satisfying orgasms.

It varied from day to day, Greg always having something new and different in mind, and yet it was also always the same. Greg had as much a need for sex and relieving the pressure in his balls as Monica had a need to be fucked and her voracious cunt filled with everything Greg had to offer. By this time Monica had admitted to herself that even if Greg had cut her salary in half, she’d still show up for work the following day. The man was a mean arrogant selfish bastard, but he knew how to deliver. This particular day turned out to be a little different.

Monica had been in the middle of eating lunch at her desk and looking in on her one online college course when Greg had locked the front office door. Monica was torn between wanting to finish her sandwich and hoping her meal hadn’t spoiled her make up.

This time Greg had walked over and asked Monica to stand up by her desk. He took his time unzipping the back of her blouse, then dropping her bra, and playing with Monica’s breasts. This alone left Monica breathless. Greg had then turned her around to face the desk, lifted one of Monica’s knees up onto her desk, and bent her over. Monica had her head down on a pile of papers by her computer keyboard but she could feel Greg lift up her skirt, then feel his fingers pull aside one edge of her panties. Then the unmistakable feel of Greg’s cock slipping through her wet and waiting slit, back and forth a dozen times, coaxing a moan out of Monica as the tip of Greg’s manhood played with her erect clit. Monica let out a loud groan of satisfaction when Greg finally pushed into her, easily sliding a few inches inside of her before pausing, pulling back, and sliding even deeper.

It was a good fuck. Not long, not by Greg’s standards, but enough for him to again remind Monica of how good sex could be. Then the pounding finish, the desk moving with Greg’s hard thrusts, finally crushing Monica down as he poured out what felt to be a quart of his own special liquid manhood inside of her. As Monica was laying on the desk, Greg’s fat dick still embedded up her twat, she expected Greg to pick her up and take her into his office, possibly to lay Monica down on the couch and give her another half-hour fuck and two or three orgasms of her own. That would have followed standard procedure, and Monica would have left work content in mind and body. Instead, Greg had done another one of his sick male selfish things that he occasionally did when she was naked and under his control.

Her lunch was still spread out on her desk, half a sandwich and a cookie and, on this day, a banana. Monica had watched through half-closed eyes as Greg reached over to pick up her banana. She inwardly groaned, knowing what he intended. As expected, she felt Greg slowly pull the remains of his now satisfied cock full out from where it had filled her twat. Just as the tip of his cock was removed, Monica could feel him pushing something else up to take its place. This object was about as fat as Greg’s own flesh and blood sausage, and at least by its feel Monica could sense that Greg had taken the time to peel the phallic fruit.

Monica had initially given out a warning, simply saying, “Greg? What...” even though she knew what he was doing. Greg for his part didn’t pause. “It’s okay Monica. You know how I hate you leaving drops of me on the furniture, or simply draining down into one of your feminine pads. This way you can feel me swimming around inside of you all the rest of the day.”

While saying this Greg had continued to fuck her, moving the banana slowly in and out of Monica’s vagina, causing Monica to groan in anticipation as well as embarrassed joy at the ongoing sexual union with her boss. He had pushed most of the long white fruit up inside of her when Monica suddenly lifted her head up off the desk and put out a hand, saying “Enough. That’s far enough.” Greg was good enough to take this as a command for him to stop. “Far enough. Perfect. Your hot little hole was able to take in almost the entire thing. Be sure you keep it there until you get home. I only wish I was there to watch you take it out.”

As Greg pulled the edge of her panties over to cover her violated pussy, Monica was happy with the thought that at least Greg wasn’t bending her ass over backwards and telling her to eat the banana as it slid out of her snatch. That was something Cole enjoyed doing, which was fine, but he usually used much smaller bananas or pieces of mango. This was a full sized all-American dong of a banana, and Monica was more than a little worried about what would happen when she stood up.

After giving her crotch a final feel and her ass a last slap, Greg stepped back and pulled up his pants, allowing Monica to stand and compose herself. Impossible. Monica could feel the overly large fat fruit, completely filling her vagina and threatening to be forced down into her panties. It was an effort for Monica to even walk, but Greg didn’t notice. With a quick kiss to her cheek and a pat on her rear, he returned to his own office.

Monica tried to sit at her desk and finish her now incomplete lunch, but it was impossible. The longer she sat there, the more uncomfortable she felt, and the more indignant, and finally the more angry. The entire situation overwhelmed her and she finally stood, marched very carefully into Greg’s office, and slammed the door behind her.

Greg was doing something at his desk, but Monica’s loud entrance forced him to look up in surprise. Monica began a long tirade before he could get a word out.

“That’s it Greg. I mean, I’ve been your favorite little piece of tush, as you so like to put it, for two months now. I’ve literally bent over backwards and let you fill up every hole I’ve got in a single afternoon orgy, and that was fine. You’re good at reminding me what a slut I am, and I can even take that coming from the sex addicted arrogant jerk you are. But if all you’re going to do is fuck me and ram things up my vagina and think you’re going to be able to go home and forget about me until you need me to empty your balls into again, then I’m done.”

Monica had walked over to the couch, and with Greg coldly looking on, she removed her panties and did her best to excrete the overly large banana Greg had just ten minutes earlier forced up inside of her. Most of it came out, though in three pieces. More of the fruit probably remained far up inside of her, but she didn’t care. She could finally breathe easy, happy at having rid herself of both the phallic intruder and the feelings of frustration that had been bubbling up within her for the past couple of weeks. The fun sex, the over the top sex, the completely immoral and yet so wonderfully fulfilling sex, all of it had seemed to be replaced with Greg only caring to ease the pressure in his balls on a regular basis. He even felt free to call Monica in for an extra day of work only to undress her and fuck her in some new way before telling her to go home. No more.

With most of the banana in hand, Monica finally took the time to look up at Greg. He remained behind his desk, cold, his eyes narrowed, a full extra minute passing before he spoke. “What do you want. Money?”

Monica rolled her eyes, threw one piece of banana at him and screamed, “No, I don’t want your fucking money.”

That made Greg blink and sit back. “I can’t marry you. I have a wife and two children. Do you want to divorce your husband? Have me set you up with an apartment as my mistress? What do you want Monica?”

Monica stood, dropping the remaining pieces of banana and walking over to Greg’s desk. “I’m not sure Greg. Long term, I don’t know. But right now I want you to push that chair back and drop your pants and give me a proper fuck. No, not just your pants. The whole wardrobe. I’m tired of your shirt buttons rubbing against me every time you lose control.”

Greg smiled and did as he was ordered. Monica began to strip as well, but then Greg had a request of his own. “No, keep the skirt on, but toss your blouse. I love your breasts, the way they so slightly drop down before rising up, like they’re asking for me to suck on them.”

Monica could only smile and comply. She then pushed a very naked Greg back into his executive leather chair, straddled his lap, and lowered herself down on the man’s hard and pulsing cock. Monica let out a loud moan and pushed her breasts into Greg’s hairy bare chest, saying “That’s better. I know you can do it. I’m not going to let you up until I’ve made this chair too wet for you to sit in.”

It didn’t quite go like that. After ten minutes of riding Greg on his chair, he stood and awkwardly walked them both over to the couch for another half hour of fucking that left Monica more than satisfied. As the two perspiring participants rested in each other’s arms, Greg looked into Monica’s eyes and said, “So, I guess the banana was too much.”

“Yeah. That and you thinking you could pour yourself into me and walk away without any thought of my needs. I don’t want your money Greg. At least, I don’t want any more of it. But if you’re going to fuck me, you’d better do it right.”

“Like this? Was this enough for you?”

“Yeah, more like this. Though its still weird when we do it in your office. Your house is close. We should go there more often.”

“Good. I could set up an office for you there. It’s a perfect time for a long Jacuzzi. I think you’ve done a good job of emptying me of all my energy for today. How about coming by for a special work session tomorrow? I’ll have coffee ready.”

“No, damn it. I’ve agreed to take the old lady next door to the doctor. Something’s wrong with her prescription. Day after?”

“Done. My calendar is open for you, at least for the morning.” After a quiet few seconds, Greg then said, “Monica. I’m so surprised that you came in and made your demands. And you know something? What you want is exactly what I want. I don’t need another woman to quietly let me relieve myself inside of her. I need a woman to love, to respond to me.”

Monica smiled but pushed back on Greg’s shoulder with one hand. “Love? Come on. You want someone to fuck, and fuck hard. I hate to admit it, married woman that I am, but I need the same. I like your rough ways Greg, but only to a point.”

“Meaning what? No more leaning you over your desk? No more anal or plugs or fingering that hot little pussy of yours? You’ll have to be more specific.”

“Oh, no, all of that’s fine. If anything I want more of it. If you go too far, I’ll let you know. Just letting you know that I’m not going to put up with any more of your selfish bullshit. I can enjoy a quick fuck on the desk, but you’d better arrange something a little more fulfilling for the next day.”

As Greg finally pulled the remains of his cock out of Monica’s cream-filled cunt, he sat up and said, “Well, I think that can be arranged, but are you sure you know what you’re asking? If you start doing more work from my home office, I’ll start asking for a little more of you as well. And I don’t mean learning a new software program.”

As a form of reply, Monica slid down to kneel on the floor, pulling the man’s very well used cock into her mouth, showing him what she could do and what more she wanted from him in the way of compensation. An hour later Greg let her go home early, the couch in need of a good cleaning but with both drained and very content.

Yet as Monica had kneeled by that same couch trying to wash out a clump of Greg’s cum from the skirt she still wore, she worked up the nerve to ask yet one more thing of Greg that had long been on her mind. Monica had accepted the fact that she was here, had been hired, for his sexual pleasure. That he cared enough to get pleasure out of her own sexual enjoyment was a plus, but she was pretty sure that whatever work she did was purely secondary to her presence as a real live sex toy for the boss. Most shocking to Monica was that she was fine with it. She had lots of questions but only one had to be asked just then.

“One more thing Greg. Give it to me straight. Did Cole tell you about him and me? I mean, did he tell you I’d be good in bed or an easy lay or what? You must have known something...”

“You mean that you’re a slut in need of a hard fat cock at least twice a day?” No smile on his lips, no laughter or joking. Greg then did another of his wonderful yet inappropriate things. As Monica watched he kneeled between her legs and leaned in, kissing her inner thighs, then rubbing a short thick rubbery plug up and down through her still very wet slit. Monica took a breath in, waiting for the moment he would push it up inside of her, yet smiled in surprise when Greg held the shimmering wet plug up for her to examine. She reached out her hand to hold his wrist and pulled the odd sexual toy up for her to kiss and suck on for a few seconds. Then she pushed his hand down to be even with her twat, pushing her ass up and giving an unmistakable assent to his desire. She released her breath in a loud groan as Greg pushed the object inside of her, but then leaned forward to kiss his cum-wet hand.

“Thank you for asking Greg. But answer the question you just asked. What did Cole tell you before ushering me in here for you to get a look at my tits and ass?”

Greg stood and adjusted his tie before answering. “Did he say something? Sure, I knew that you were having an affair with him, but never did I think I’d be so lucky as to have you pumping on my dick in the first month. He hasn’t asked and I haven’t invited him in for drinks so that I can brag about what a good fuck you are. Trust me. I won’t say anything to Cole. He’d be hurt if not angry with me for what we’ve done. As far as I’m concerned, you’re a good office assistant and if he ever pushes for details I’ll tell him you give great head but won’t go any farther. I’ll even tell him you think you belong to him. Anything you do with him isn’t any of my business, so whatever we do here is none of his. Unless you decide to tell him, but you know he’s kind of possessive about you. I don’t even think he likes you having a husband.”

As Monica drove home, she thought about Greg’s answer but wasn’t sure how much of it she could believe. Still, no way she was going to open up to Cole about what she and Greg did every time she went into the office. For now, she’d just let the matter alone. More important was that Greg hadn’t fired her for making her few demands. But what did the man have to complain about? She had literally marched into the man’s office and commanded him to fuck her for another hour. Two more loads of cream and a few orgasms of her own and they were both happy, sexually sated as few in the world ever were. As Monica pulled into her driveway she was reminded that she had a husband, but there too she felt Jim had the better of the deal. A new truck and sex on demand, not that he wanted it very often these past few weeks. In her mind, all her men had what they wanted. And what did she want? A bath.

A long bath and tall glass of wine later, she felt the need to hold Cole. Not for the sex. She felt she had experienced enough fucking for one day. Rather, she needed someone to hold and talk to, and she knew that for every sexual need Cole thrust upon her, he would also caress and soothe her mind and soul. Just hearing his voice and knowing his touch would be worth the extra few ounces of semen he’d want to pump into her.

When she texted and asked if she could go over, he quickly gave a return call and explained that he was out at a school activity with June. He countered with an offer for her to drop by early the next morning, but there was old Mrs. Flynn to deal with, and she knew Jim would be home and possibly up and about. Monica was faced with a long lonely night and, worse, a long empty Tuesday with only Jim at her side. Pretty sad when your husband is seen as extra and unnecessary baggage. June gave out a loud sigh and poured herself another glass of wine.

After taking Mrs. Flynn to the doctor, Monica did some shopping and returned home about two in the afternoon. Her phone immediately buzzed, alerting her to an incoming text. It was Cole. “I’m home. Just saw you drive in. I’m so in need of you.” Monica quickly texted back. “Wait an hour until Jim is gone.”

Jim hadn’t cleared the end of the block before Monica was locking her front door and walking down to join Cole. Jim hadn’t even bothered to give Monica a kiss goodbye, too anxious to get to work early and talk with some of his friends. Fine. Monica didn’t feel at all guilty at wasting her lipstick on Cole’s neck and ear before crushing her lips into his and sucking his tongue into her mouth.

“Did you make dinner? I don’t have anything back at home but raw groceries and frozen junk food.”

“June’s in charge tonight. I’m almost bursting with need for you my beautiful love. Let’s go back.”

Cole was just the opposite of Greg, slowly taking off her clothing, a kiss to every inch of Monica’s flesh, words of love and caring with every touch. If anything, the man went too slow, and Monica did them both a favor by ripping off her panties and pulling a half-clothed Cole on top of her. To her delight, Cole demurred, giving each of Monica’s nipples a long sucking kiss before moving his head down to press between her legs.

This was a Cole specialty. Greg was good at sucking on Monica’s clit, seeming to love drinking down her liquid excesses when he nibbled her clit into a mind-numbing orgasm. Yet for all his skills, Greg always wanted Monica to give equal time to his cock. Greg could never devote a full five minutes to just giving Monica some oral pleasure. He always wanted something for himself, for his ever-leaking cock, as well. Cole on the other hand, knew that his time would come, and so seemed devoted for five to ten to fifteen minutes of doing nothing but sucking on and licking and literally chewing on her clit and massaging her nipples until her screams of joy filled the house.

On this day Monica was happy to pull Cole’s head into her twat, holding his face tight within her labia, smiling at the sight of the man’s face being swallowed by her pussy. One orgasm later and she pulled him back up, rolling over on top of Cole and easily impaling her hole on his entire length in less than a minute. Only a day after a long lust-fueled session of fucking with Greg, and yet Monica felt she could never get enough of Cole’s cock. She rode it as though she hadn’t held a man in years and just as Cole’s hard fleshy hose pumped the contents of his balls into her, Monica achieved another much more satisfying orgasm and pounded down even harder onto the man’s cock. That went on for at least another minute, the two lost in their shared climax, the moans and guttural releases slowly quieting as their bodies slowed and they embraced.

As Monica lay collapsed on Cole’s chest, slowly regaining her breath, she gave a kiss to the man who so patiently and wonderfully was able to fill her twat and fulfill her every other womanly need. He was the perfect antidote for Greg. Then she looked to the side, and there in a far corner of the room, stood June.

This had happened before so Monica wasn’t so much surprised as upset. Cole was supposed to have talked to June and certainly should have seen to closing and locking his bedroom door. But too late. As Cole pulled Monica in and pushed his long pulsing if softer length of manhood deeper inside of her, Monica pulled back while continuing to stare at June.

The girl was naked but for a pair of sheer panties. June had pulled the bottom edge over to the and was moving one hand up and down between her legs, as though masturbating while watching her father and Monica unleash their sexual needs in front of her.

“Cole. June. Damn it.” That’s all Monica could get out as Cole held Monica closer and increased the tempo of his pole as he moved in and out of her pussy. The man had just unleashed a flood of cream up inside of her and yet here he was, still hard and trying for a repeat. Not a bad thing if at any other time, but Monica couldn’t let it go, saying again, “June.”

Cole didn’t pause, simply turning his head to stare at his naked daughter while growling out a simple command. “Out.”

Cole seemed to re-harden, his cock quickly regaining full length, and rather than worry about his daughter, the man rededicated himself to fucking Monica. Monica looked to the side and saw that June had left. Forget the girl. Cole was on a rampage and doing a great job of making Monica forget anything but her next well deserved orgasm. Cole shifted a bit, yet kept Monica on top, simply pulling her knees tight by his side then holding her chest close and tight to his own as he began bouncing up into her for another long wonderful fuck.

At least it started off that way. Cole didn’t push too far in, simply holding Monica tight with both hands down to hold her ass steady as his cock did all of the work, the nasty wet sounds of their union filling the room. But then Monica felt something else pushing through her ass, maybe his fingers, then possibly Cole’s thumb pushing into her anus. He’d done this before, and with more objects than just his thumb, but this felt different. That’s when the unknown object slipped well past her anus, in only a few quick thrusts moving deep into Monica’s rectum.

Monica let out a groan, the presence of the slim object actually bringing her some added pleasure. It was just Cole being Cole and she had to love the perverted old goat for all his illicit pleasures. But as Monica felt the new object being pulled back and then shoved somewhat further into her ass, she could feel Cole’s hands on both of her ass cheeks. Then the object was withdrawn and pushed in even further, deeper into her ass, even as Cole continued to pump his own cock in and out of her pussy. In a moment of panic, Monica strained to turn her head. Looking back she saw June, leaning onto the bed, naked, her teenage breasts swaying with the bouncing of the mattress, the girl’s face intent as one hand reached out to do something between Monica’s legs.

“Cole. June. NO. NO Cole.” Or something like that Monica tried in desperation to free herself from Cole’s grasp, to pull away from June’s reach, but she was trapped. If anything, as Monica struggled she simply impaled herself even deeper onto the object that June had obviously pushed into her ass. Cole seemed complicit, crushing her into his chest with his embrace, widening his knees and trapping Monica’s legs, making it easier for June to kneel between their legs and play the object in and out of Monica’s ass as she wished.

Cole said nothing, grunting with his efforts, his cock never ceasing to plough in and out of Monica’s pussy even as his daughter fucked Monica’s ass with what was probably a plastic cock of her own. Then Monica’s indignation and anger and embarrassment began to dissipate as another orgasm rose up to consume her. This was a large one, an overpowering wave, and in mere minutes Monica found herself fucking back, demanding more of June and Cole and their intrusive phallic weapons. Another loud set of screams, her mind lost to the orgasm that took over her loins and rose up to overwhelm all the rest of her senses. Only toward the end as Monica collapsed into Cole’s chest did she sense that Cole was releasing another load of his seed inside of her, giving out a loud groan of his own.

They lay together for a minute, sweat soaked bodies crushed together by their shared sexual excess. Monica felt overwhelmed with blissful contentment, yet couldn’t push away the anger and embarrassment she felt at June’s intrusion. And Cole’s seeming incapacity to control his daughter.

That’s when Monica felt a sharp slap on her bare ass, June’s laughter breaking into her and Cole’s post-coital bliss. “Damn, bitch. I knew you wet the bed. I mean, I’m the one who has to wash Cole’s sheets. But wow. You sure let one go there. Even squirted out my way. How’d you do that? Oh, wait. I think I had something to do with that. But that’s okay. You can thank me later.” Then another sharp laugh and another slap to Monica’s ass and June slid off the bed and walked over to stand where Monica and Cole could see her.

Cole let out a minor and meaningless voice of reprimand, saying merely “June. You shouldn’t be here.”

For her part June, naked and even lacking the pair of panties Monica had seen on her just a short while before, just shrugged and leaned into the edge of the bed with her knees. “Oh. Sorry Cole. I mean, ‘Dad.’ I just wanted to witness one of Monica’s famous orgasms, and since you weren’t doing it for her, I tried lending a hand. Or a dildo. One of my favorites, by the way. Put it on a random vibration setting, so if you two don’t get up now, little Monica here will be in need of your services in about another five minutes. Have fun.”