Chapter 1: An Ordinary Tuesday

-- TUESDAY, SEPTEMBER 2, 2008, BERKELEY --

6:44 AM

I felt something tickle my balls, and with a start, I jerked awake.

“Mmph!” somebody grunted, and as I sat up, I realized I’d just shoved my dick an inch into a girl’s throat. She took it like a trouper, gagging only slightly and keeping her head down, breathing heavily through her nose until I pulled back. And then she resumed rhythmically pumping my shaft in her hands and sucking on the mushroom head as if I’d never interrupted her.

My eyes fluttered for a brief second, giving me just enough time to see the sunny-blonde-haired head of my best friend (but not “girlfriend”) bobbing up and down in my lap. I laid my head back down on the pillow, re-closing my eyes while I thanked my lucky stars. After all, not every man had ever felt the pleasure of being woken in such a manner. Fewer still were so spoiled as to be awoken this way as often as I did. And at this very moment, no other man in the entire universe had the honor of being the recipient of a Dawn Evans morning blowjob except for me. Just me. And with a sigh of happiness, I reached up to caress my best friend’s cheek. “Mmm ... I love the way you wake me up, babe. But did you have to do it so early?”

My best friend’s clear blue eyes sparkled like sunlit topaz gems as she looked up at me, smiling around a mouthful of meat. The perfect complexion of her creamy skin glowed in the warm illumination of the lamp on my bedside table, her gorgeous face lighting up the room even if the actual morning sunrise had not yet risen high enough over the Berkeley hills to shine through the windows.

The blonde beauty popped off, muttering, “It’s a school day...” With a shrug, she bent down to pop my mushroom head back into her mouth and used her hands to slowly stroke the length of my 8-inch shaft up and down. Then, after giving me a pixie wink and brushing her long, silky hair back behind her left ear, she concentrated and slowly lowered her head all the way down, swallowing every last inch until her lips were sealed around the very base of my cock and she could massage the column with her throat muscles.

“Fuuuck, yeahhh...” I groaned, resting my right hand on the back of her head, not forcing her down but simply letting her feel the weight of it. Dawn kept herself at maximum depth, breathing shallowly through her nose as the seconds ticked by, until at last she couldn’t hold it any longer and she slowly withdrew all the way up and off, gasping for oxygen before flashing me an impish smile.

Chuckling, I reached up to caress her cheek and sighed dreamily, muttering, “Gawd, you’re amazing.”

She giggled cutely, her smile carrying all the way up to her twinkling eyes as she stroked my shaft a couple more times before replying, “Guess I should do that again.” Suiting the action to the words, she bent over my lap and repeated the deep-throat, humming quite happily as she did so.

Her humming vibrations did wonderful things to my dick, and I sighed rapturously while placing my hand atop her head once again. “You sure it’s a school day? Maybe we need to check the calendar again.”

Dawn chuckled and promptly choked, pulling my dick out of her throat and coughing a couple of times while thumping her chest with a closed fist.

“Sorry,” I mumbled preemptively, picking my head up and grimacing in concern.

“Don’t make me laugh while I’m doing that,” she gasped.

“That wasn’t even a funny joke. Come up here.” I beckoned with both hands for her to climb onto my face. “I’ll make it up to you.”

Rolling her eyes, my beautiful best friend simply shook her head while taking my cock in hand and giving it a few more strokes while she caught her breath. A second later, she re-impaled her face on my still-erect shaft.

“Seriously ... come up here,” I encouraged.

Still with a throat full of cock, Dawn shook her head quite slowly in the negative. She held herself at full-depth for a few more seconds before popping off and sitting up to catch her breath. “I already had four different girls eat me out last night. But none of them have this.” She stroked my dick one more time for emphasis while crawling up my body and straddling my hips. After notching my mushroom head at the moist entrance to her bare-shaven folds, the busty blonde beauty beamed at me and sighed in deep satisfaction while slowly sinking her snatch southward.

“Fuuuck, yeahhh...” she groaned in the same tone I’d used minutes earlier.

“‘Fuck yeah’ is right,” I agreed, sighing in satisfaction myself to feel her ever-tight pussy slowly surround Big Ben inch by inch while I held her bare waist in my hands.

Eyes closed, Dawn soaked in the sensations for a minute after sinking all the way down and coming to a full stop. A serene smile spread across her face, her expression that of a woman feeling complete contentment. I knew exactly how that felt, and I took a moment to truly appreciate how lucky I was to have her.

Dawn Evans was quite honestly the most beautiful woman I’d ever met. She was five feet, nine inches of busty, blonde bombshell - possessing the willowy figure of a Victoria’s Secret model but stacked with 34D tits that made my mouth water just to look at them, and speaking of which I now let my fingers glide up her slender torso to cup those buoyant melons in my palms. Her smile broadened at my touch, although her eyes remained closed as she slid her hands up my forearms before joining mine in fondling her boobs. Only after taking a deep breath did she finally open her eyes, look down at me, and grin.

“I love you,” she murmured with heartfelt seriousness.

“I love you, too,” I replied warmly, sliding my hands up from her chest to gently hold her cheeks. Cradling my best friend’s head in my hands, I drew her down to me for a kiss, one that she gave me gladly.

I lost track of time in that kiss. It felt like hours, although I assume it couldn’t have been that long because we still got out of bed in time to change and get on with our day. But the point is: we were in no hurry for the kiss to end. Lips and tongues played together. Hands roved over each other’s naked body. And all the while my cock stayed firmly embedded in her cunt.

But eventually we broke apart for air. Panting for breath, my best friend laid her forehead against mine and grinned a silly grin of happiness. She nipped at my nose playfully, took a deep breath, and finally sat upright again. Taking hold of my hands, she brought them up to her chest and directed me to palm her big, firm tits again. I happily did so, squeezing and caressing those magnificent melons to my heart’s content.

And then her pussy started to move.

7:15 AM

“Hiii ... Daddy...” BJ greeted me, unprompted, at my approach. A month away from his second birthday, my son was becoming more and more independent every day.

I knelt down beside him and tousled his hair. “Morning, little man.”

BJ grinned at me, showing off his new teeth. He was up to fourteen now, with two more on the way. But with the morning pleasantries out of the way, he returned his attention back down to his Sesame Street picture book, and I was subsequently ignored.

BJ’s mother, Kim Fukuzaki, wasn’t around – I assumed she was still getting ready for school. Her routine was to get up with our son, stay with him until one of the other grown-ups in the house got up, and then she could go get dressed and put on her makeup while someone else supervised him.

This morning, our roommate (and my co-worker), June Song, sat fully-dressed at the dining table, clad in a no-nonsense business suit complete with her hair wound into an equally no-nonsense bun. She was seated several feet away from BJ, nominally in charge of making sure he didn’t kill himself, although she studiously typed away at her laptop. Feeling my gaze, she looked up at me with a questioning look.

“Have you eaten already?” I asked her.

With a dismissive flick of her hand, my co-worker returned her attention back down to her laptop as she replied succinctly, “Yes, earlier.”

I smiled, knowing I wouldn’t get anything further out of her. Sure, in some ways June had very much changed from the young woman I’d first met two years ago when we started working at JKE – like becoming sexually active for one, and gradually updating her wardrobe and appearance for another – but in many other ways June remained quintessentially ... June.

I headed into the kitchen to make breakfast for myself and Dawn; I was in a waffles mood this morning. Our meal was ready by the time my best friend came down the stairs dressed for school, her hair and makeup done. Dawn played footsie with me underneath the table, and I took to fork-feeding her little squares of her own waffle, which got me a little distracted from eating my own.

Before my plate was empty, June stepped alongside us and rapped the tabletop with her knuckles. “Time to go,” she stated matter-of-factly, her face impassive.

I glanced at the wall clock and grimaced. Dawn’s cheeks were puffed out like a chipmunk’s, since I’d just fork-fed her three bites back-to-back-to-back without giving her time to swallow. She blushed and rubbed her foot against mine once more, unable to say anything with a full mouth.

‘Can you get--?’ I started asking with my eyes without actually saying anything out loud.

I got the dishes, she answered me without actually saying anything out loud. We were like that a lot, not needing spoken words to verbalize such requests and acknowledgments. All that got communicated through our eyes. Still, I kissed her puffy cheek in thanks as I pushed back my chair.

But before I could stand up, Kim appeared out of nowhere, grabbed my fork to spear a piece of waffle on my plate, and shoved it into my mouth. I grinned, stood up, and pecked my hanamuguri’s cheek. I also patted her ass, because why not pat that ass when the opportunity presents itself, and she kissed my puckered lips in response.

June had started tapping her foot impatiently by then.

Trying not to chuckle lest I spill some of my waffle, I head-nodded my co-worker/roommate toward the door. “Shuhwee?”

June rolled her eyes and about-faced before marching away.

Just another ordinary morning in my life.

10:21 AM

“Mmm ... yeahhh...” June sighed in utter rapture as inch after inch of hot penis burrowed into her body. Bent over the small conference table, with her business slacks and bikini-cut panties around her ankles, my normally hyper-focused-on-work project partner now surrendered herself completely to pleasure. She turned her cheek to the hard, unyielding wood and spread her arms out to the sides, relaxing as much as possible until my pelvic bone was pressed up snugly against her bare buttcheeks. The usual blank expression she showed to anyone and everyone had been replaced by a deep-rooted smile of satisfaction as she stared back at me, her normally emotionless eyes now blazing with naked lust. And only then did she clench her own cunt around my cock, her way of saying ‘hello’.

I paused to exhale and enjoy the moment of complete penetration. Today wasn’t the first time I’d fucked June in the plush, spacious corner office we shared – in fact, it had been almost a daily occurrence ever since we’d moved in – and despite the obvious risks I was sure today wouldn’t be the last. The office had been fairly-well soundproofed for operational security, and with the blinds shut and the door locked, the chances of being caught red-handed were minimal.

Still, June was never one to stop and savor the moment. Sure, in the privacy and comfort of the house we shared back in Berkeley, the pretty Chinese girl might take her time and luxuriate in a nice, prolonged encounter. But clandestine work-fucks in the office were entirely about getting her off quickly, the inherent danger sharpening her climaxes and giving her an energy boost that often carried throughout the rest of the afternoon. There was just something so... naughty ... about it that gave June a thrill that couldn’t be matched in any other way. And certainly, she was much more pleasant to work with after she’d had an orgasm or two.

Today would certainly be “two”. After getting a tight grip of her narrow hips, I pounded her hard and I pounded her fast. She came almost immediately, gritting her teeth and groaning her climax while her inner muscles spasmed around me. But I was nowhere close to my own orgasm, so I laid down the lumber and kept on pounding, intent on getting her off again before I’d allow myself to cum.

“Ungh ... ungh ... ungh...” June moaned with each of my thrusts. I outweighed her by quite a bit and every impact compressed her lithe body against the table. She was slender and petite, built for speed on a diet full of Caesar salads, and her pussy was built much like the rest of her, with her narrow channel tightly hugging every inch of my invading meat. She moaned blissfully as she closed her eyes and savored the sensations. I could tell she was getting close to number two as she grunted, “So big ... you feel so fucking big.”

“So wet ... You feel so good,” I grunted right back in a low voice, knowing my words would stimulate her but not carry into the next room.

The next three pumps, she didn’t vocalize except to continue moaning. But after that, she glanced back at me with a questioning look on her face.

“Can you...?” she began quietly, almost hesitantly, her voice trailing off with a tone of embarrassment as she finished, “Uh ... you know...”

Coming to a brief stop, I chuckled and adjusted my grip on her hips, letting my right hand palm her butt cheek and pull the meaty globe to the side while my right thumb glided up her narrow crack. I felt my co-worker’s cunt clench around my cock as my thumb tip buzzed her anus gently, and I grinned while continuing to swipe the thick digit through her cleft up and down with gradually increasing amounts of pressure. “Can I ... what...?” I drawled slowly, feigning ignorance.

“Don’t tease me,” she whimpered pitifully. “We don’t have all day...”

I chuckled again and applied more force, pushing my thumb through June’s virgin sphincter while grinding my cock inside her cunt counterclockwise. She gasped, quivered, and promptly came, gritting her teeth and gripping the edge of the conference table so hard that her knuckles turned white. Her entire body tensed and she pivoted forward so that all of her weight was held up by the table with her feet off the floor. And I had to stop pushing forward lest I push her away from me, instead holding onto her left hip and pinning her skinny butt against my pelvis as my shaft rode out the spasms of her snatch.

It took about a minute for June’s body-quakes to settle down, and when they did she went limp beneath me like a deflated balloon. “Holy shit...” she muttered softly. “That was incredible...”

I wiggled my thumb still imbedded in her butt, and I murmured in a gentle voice, “I’m not suggesting right this minute or anything, but you know I’m ready whenever you are.”

Eyes shut, June gave me a goofy post-orgasmic grin and sighed. “Not today ... Not today...”

I shrugged like it was no big deal to me. June had lost her virginity only a few months earlier this year, which practically made her a newborn foal in the world of sexual development, and I’d sworn to myself long ago not to push her any faster than she wanted to go. Besides, it wasn’t like I couldn’t get anal sex from a half-dozen other girls whenever I wanted it. But it was clear to me (and everyone else we had sex with) that June loved the butt play. At this point it seemed merely a question of “when”, not “if”, June would ever get around to trying out Big Ben for size up her backdoor.

But not today. Tugging gently, I brought June’s limp body back to the edge of the table so that her feet could reach the floor. With her pants and panties still around her ankles, her legs were pressed together keeping her pussy tight around my invading shaft. And once again I started rhythmically pumping to bring this morning’s “brainstorming session” to an end.

“In or out?” I asked quietly, my standard question for whether she wanted me to bust inside her pussy or pull out so she could swallow it instead. Swallowing was her most frequent choice at least at work – less messy and also got rid of the evidence. But on occasion...

“In...” she sighed in response, still limp with arms stretched out to the sides and a smile of blissful satisfaction on her face. “I’m too worn out to turn around right now.”

I smirked and sped up my pace. I was unlikely to get her off again, so this one was all about me. I stared down at my pretty co-worker’s bare-naked butt, wiggled my thumb still imbedded in her asshole, and briefly imagined replacing it with my throbbing hard dick instead. I imagined the exquisite tightness of her virgin colon surrounding my shaft, and pictured thick ropes of gooey sperm splattering hot and wet against rectal walls that had never before felt the touch of man. And seconds later, my cockhead split open to begin hosing down my teammate’s inner walls, maybe not the inner walls of her ass but it still felt really fucking good.

“Oh, DAMN...” I grunted after the last drop squeezed out from my body and into hers, opening eyes I hadn’t realized I’d closed in my momentary fantasy. My forearms were shaking, and I relaxed the hands that had gripped June’s pale skin tight enough to possibly leave light bruises.

Not that she seemed to mind. If anything, June looked back at me mirthfully, taking in my reaction and the way I continued to stare at her ass.

“You were just imagining you’d blown your load in my asshole, weren’t you?” she asked knowingly.

My pink blush was all the answer she needed.

“Not today, Ben ... Not today...”

10:30 AM

“Hi there, Ben!” Penelope Wiscinski chirped brightly from the other side of the office door as soon as I opened it.

I stopped in my tracks and even took a step back at the unexpected sight of my co-worker all alone in the hallway and yet so close that she must’ve been standing within inches of the door itself right when I opened it. “Penny! Jeez,” I exclaimed in surprise. “You coulda given me a heart attack!”

Screwing up her face, the redhead’s brilliant blue eyes twinkled as she remarked, “Doubtful. Getting cardio exercise as frequently as you do should make your heart as strong as an ox.”

I rolled my eyes and glanced back at June, who had an unreadable expression on her face as she sat at her desk with her hands hovering over the keyboard. Like she’d flipped an on/off switch, my teammate had gone back into robot mode now that our “brainstorming session” was over. She didn’t even have any loose hairs from that too-tight bun on her head. Turning back to Penny, I sighed and asked, “Is there something I can do for you?”

“Well since you asked so nicely, yes there is!” she replied perkily. “I need some help with Karadyne. Of course, your Outlook calendars said you had a meeting until 10:30, and although I briefly thought about interrupting, the door was locked and--”

“Forget it, forget it,” I interrupted with a groan, taking a step forward and quickly ushering Penny into the small office with one hand while closing the door behind us before she could say anything further out loud.

Penny inhaled deeply and grinned like a cat that had caught the canary. “You really should invest in automatic air fresheners before more people catch onto the fact that--”

“Cut the crap, Penny,” I admonished with a weary sigh as I slumped down into my own desk chair. “Do you actually need our help or are you just here to bust my balls?”

Batting her eyelashes coquettishly, the impish redhead gave me a teasing look as she leaned back against the small round conference table in the corner – the same one June had just been fucked against. “I thought I already made this clear: Despite your legendary reputation, I really don’t want anything to do with your balls.”

I sighed and shot another weary look at June. My impassive co-worker had her arms folded over her chest and leaned back in her desk chair. Although she was fifty percent complicit in our illicit activities (more than 50%, if you ask me), it was clear she wasn’t going to give me any help with this argument. Shaking my head, I turned back to Penny and changed the subject, “Where’s Conrad? Your teammate was supposed to be some super-whiz at capital structure theory coming out of Drucker. Karadyne should be a breeze for him.”

“Quit,” Penny stated matter-of-factly with an indifferent shrug. “Came in late today, showed up an hour ago, and went straight into Hye-Kyoung’s office. Not even sticking around for two more weeks. He’s gone.”

I blinked twice and my eyebrows popped. “Seriously?”

June sat up straight and arched an eyebrow. “Couldn’t stand working with you?” she deadpanned.

Penny gave us an (overly) innocent expression. “Neither Conrad nor Hye-Kyoung gave me any specific reasons.”

June and I shared a look, and June shrugged, commenting in the same deadpan, “Couldn’t work with her.”

“He certainly couldn’t keep up with me,” Penny interjected.

I splayed my hands out. “He could’ve asked for a reassignment ... like Ankit ... or Spencer...” I finished, referring to Penny’s two previous project teammates who had been paired with her and subsequently changed partners within the past four months.

June re-folded her arms across her chest and reclined again while glowering at the redhead. “We’re busy.”

I nodded at Penny. “You know Hashimoto’s coming to the office tomorrow. There’s a TON of work we still need to get done in the next twenty-four hours. Besides, if you’re so much smarter than your teammates, shouldn’t you be able to figure this stuff out yourself?”

Penny’s eyes sharpened. “Maybe I could. Then again, maybe a few friends can do each other a favor? You know, you guys take a look at my calculations with a fresh pair of eyes and maybe see what it is that I’m missing, and I continue to ... you know... not mention anything about what the two of you--”

“Stop right there,” I cut her off. “Threatening blackmail is the quickest way to NOT getting any help from us.”

“I’m not threatening.”

“Like hell you aren’t.”

Penny deflated, and her face took on a genuine expression for once. “Okay, okay we all know I’m not gonna say anything. If I wanted to say something I would’ve done it months ago. I know you’re crazy busy but I REALLY need your help. You two are smart enough I just know you’ll figure out what I’m doing wrong in like twenty minutes, tops. Please?”

Penny actually managed to pull a pretty good puppy dog face, not so dissimilar from the ones my baby sisters had perfected. I immediately felt myself starting to cave. And with a sigh, I glanced back at June, giving her a concessionary look. “She did say ‘please’.”

June sighed, and after a moment’s thought, she uncrossed her arms, and waved dismissively.

Sighing as well, I nodded and replied, “Fine.”

11:57 AM

Despite the fact that I no longer lived here, I still had my keys and access card to the apartment building, so it was an easy matter for me to breeze through the security gate and head up the elevator to the 35th floor without being stopped. Likewise, I was able to fit my key into the door and go right in, although I rapped my knuckles against the wood while entering just to be polite.

I knew Adrienne was already awake this morning, as she’d texted me an hour ago with the invitation to come over. But a quick glance around verified that she wasn’t in the living room watching TV nor at the dining table eating her first meal of the day. So of course I glanced down the hallway leading to her bedroom, and that’s when I spotted the first item in her trail of breadcrumbs.

There was no practical reason why Adrienne’s strappy stiletto heels would be in the middle of the floor instead of on a rack in her expansive walk-in closet. It was highly unlikely that she’d left the apartment, yet there they were. And a few feet further down the hallway was a small scrap of white fabric.

Kicking off my shoes, I walked past the heels and smiled as I identified the white fabric: a sheer satin thong visibly moist in the crotch area.

A few feet further was a fire-engine red skirt. Beyond that was a frilly white tank top. I followed along and then at the cracked-open doorway to her bedroom was a lacey white bra, the cups looking humungous.

I paused in the hallway and grinned, my heart speeding up in gleeful anticipation. My blood surged with excitement at the knowledge that a beautiful, busty, blonde bombshell would be on the other side of the door completely nude. I mean, sure, she could be fully-clothed, but that would completely defeat the purpose of this little trail of clothing. And eager to make my expected vision into reality, I pushed open the door and sauntered in.

“Took you long enough,” Adrienne Dennis intoned in a low, sultry voice.

I didn’t answer right away, too absorbed staring at the view before me. I’ve stated before that Dawn Evans was quite honestly the most beautiful woman I’d ever met, but Adrienne surrendered very little to her, and a large percentage of the human population would most likely put Adrienne at Number One. While my best friend Dawn toiled in obscurity as a Cal Berkeley graduate student and tended to shy away from the spotlight these days, not even posting photos of herself on Facebook, Adrienne was quite literally a world-famous supermodel. She’d graced the covers of best-selling magazines, traveled the globe for exotic location shoots, and even gone viral for not one but two different leaked sex tapes (one of which involved yours truly). She was five feet, ten inches of raw sex appeal, built like every man’s wet dream ... but I was the ONLY man in whole world allowed to touch her.

Just me.

The goddess herself reclined in all her naked glory, stretched out across the bed adorned with pink sheets, her golden hair a bright halo around her head...

Yeah right, like I was looking at her head. Even after all these years, my eyes went straight to those TITS. Good fucking lord they were still fabulous, the 36F massive melons still impossibly firm and one-hundred percent spectacular. Still, I managed to trail my gaze downward, across her washboard abs and tiny waist, the result of endless exercise to maintain a figure that men the world over would drool over. But her hips had widened since I first laid eyes on her naked form when she was sixteen, promising a comfortable ride as I plunged my big dick through the invitingly open pink labia of her bare-shaven pussy.

“Had to help Penny with some capital structures,” I mumbled before finally pulling my gaze up to Adrienne’s brilliant golden-hazel eyes.

“Excuses, excuses...” she teased.

I chuckled and started tugging at my tie. “Well I’m here now. You wanna waste more time complaining or you want me to get undressed and fuck your brains out?”

“Fuck, please. Definitely ‘fuck’.”

If you’ve followed my story since the beginning, you should already know by now how incredible Adrienne can be in the sack: she was abso-friggin-nymphomaniacally incredible. And nobody was happier about that fact than me.

She didn’t quite let me get all of my clothes off right away. I yanked off the tie and dropped my slacks and boxer shorts down to my ankles. I also unbuttoned the shirt, but the stacked supermodel sat up and stripped my shirt down my arms for me before grabbing hold of my waist and yanking me down onto the bed beside her. She hurriedly rolled me onto my back and shoved her tongue into my mouth, filling my senses with the taste of her spicy sweet flavor and zapping my lips with a crackle of electricity. Her hands scrabbled for mine, briefly pinning them back against the mattress before pulling my palms over her tits and clamping them down so that I would harshly squeeze her boobs. And once I got a grip on those marvelous melons, I used them to push her over to the side, mounted myself on top of her, and decided it was time for me to take charge.

“Fuck yeah, Tiger...” my eternal lover crooned excitedly, her eyes aflame as I pinned her body beneath mine. I’d long ago kicked off my pants, so I was free to scoot up and straddle her naked chest while dropping my thick dick into the mountainous valley of her incredible cleavage. I mashed those heavy knockers around my cockflesh, briefly making short strokes into the tit-tunnel of my creation. But then my hands left Adrienne’s tits and I reached down to seize her head instead.

“Suck me,” I commanded tersely.

Adrienne obediently opened her mouth and dove forward, sucking on my dick with two long head bobs before she relaxed her throat to take me all the way inside, pushing forward until her puffy lips were wrapped around the base of my shaft. Through golden blonde bangs, my Tigress rolled her hazel eyes up to me, simultaneously looking for approval and twinkling with pride.