Debbie Does You #12 - Get To Work

Another one of my ‘clients’ from Viva Ponata has asked me to do a DDU.
So, go ahead and do Debbie, TM

I’m a good secretary and I’m proud of it, but I don’t like it when a company shakes up the staff.  The boss I had been assisting for the past 6 years was asked to retire early and I had to break in a new boss this week.
Monday came and I got to the office early.  Seems as though the new boss thought it would be a good idea to get there early too.  When I got there, he was unpacking his stuff and making the office his own.  I thought it best to be proactive and introduce myself.  When I walked into the office, his back was to me.  It already looked like a man’s office, personal effects made of dark woods and brass, like the pen set on his desk.  Not to mention the paintings of Winslow.  He was putting some business journals into the built in library case.

“Hello, Mr. Johnson?”
He turned around quickly, “Yes?”
“I’m Debbie, your executive secretary.  I’m sorry if I startled you.”

He gave me the once over, of course his eyes pausing a bit more on my tits, then back up to my eyes and smiled kindly.  I admit I did dress as a stereotypical secretary today.  I thought I’d play it safe at first.  A blue skirt, just above the knees, plain white ruffled button down blouse, matching heels, only a small amount of makeup and jewelry.  It was somewhat plain and I like to feel pretty, so I made up for it underneath, deciding to wear stockings and garters rather than pantie hose along with a black satin bra and pantie set.
Mr. Johnson was a bit older than my last boss.  He was starting to gray, but had a young attitude, and was still in great shape.  He already seemed a bit kinder; I could tell just by the way he smiled.  He seemed to be dressed more formally than I’m used to seeing, a pin striped suit, white starched shirt, blue tie, and cuff links.  I do like a man that looks like a man and something about a fresh pressed suit does that.  Sometimes I like that dominance attitude.

“What the first order of business?”, I asked

He told me that he thought it best to get together his calendar and go over it.  I went into my outer office and started on that project.  There were a lot of meet and greets for him this week.  I had taken the liberty of setting up a meeting with the rest of our department and orientation in the HR department.  I had everything he needed in about half an hour and went back to his office.  His desk had been neatened and he was sitting behind it, looking over my resume.  He motioned to me to sit down.

“Seems you have a lot of experience for a young woman”, he said dryly.
Expectations followed, “I demand a certain level of professionalism in the office, is there a problem with that?”

I told him that I prided myself on my office skills and that I was well suited for an executive office.  I assured him I was always eager to learn about my boss so I could assist him the best I could.
Mr. Johnson nodded and went back to my resume.
“I have one question, you listed three associations for secretaries and assistants you belong to.  Are there any others?”

It seemed like a strange question, mostly because there was one more, but there was no way he could know that.
“No, I don’t think so”

He didn’t seem to believe me, or want to believe me, I couldn’t tell.  I shifted nervously in the chair as he asked again.
“Really?  Most of my secretaries do belong to another one, in fact, I insist on it”, this time he was looking straight at the gap in my blouse where it stretched over my tits.

I blushed, glanced down and admitted there was another ‘club’ I belonged to, it just seemed to escape my mouth,
“I belong to the Naughty Secretary Club”
He smiled, and then chuckled.
“I somehow thought you did, but let’s move on, where’s my calendar?”

I gathered the datebook and hard copy print out of my Outlook calendar and brought them to the side of his desk.
Actually, I wasn’t too surprised to see he had pulled his cock out of his pants and was stroking it.
“I expect you to listen your boss well, you’re used to that right?”
I nodded, confident in being an expert in many aspects of my job and knew my responsibilities. 

As he kept stroking he continued to ask me questions like whether I did this for my last boss, whether I’ve ever had to assist a female boss, or if my last boss had shared me.  I answered truthfully, that my last boss had taken full advantage of my skills, but his ‘appetites’ were vanilla.  I wasn’t really challenged.  I had a female boss in the past and I took care of her needs, having to be a sub all the time.  She was a bit of a harsh manager.  No boss had ever shared me, and I told Mr. Johnson that I wasn’t sure that would be a good idea.  I always stress discretion.

“I want you to know I’ll be very specific about what I want until we know each other better.”
I nodded again; it made perfect sense to me.
“Now go close the door Debbie”
Once back at his desk his instructions, if not demands, started.
“Take your blouse off and get under the desk” 

I was glad he asked for this for a few reasons; I wanted to show off my big tits to him, I do like a man staying in a suit with the extra special accessory of a hardening cock falling out of pants, and this was already a bit naughtier than my last boss ever got.  Little did I know exactly how naughty it would get.

He told me to suck his balls while he kept stroking his dick.
“I don’t want you to put this cock in your mouth unless I say so”.

His nuts were shaved smooth and my tongue attacked them with vigor.  He squirmed and stroked a bit harder when I sucked one into my mouth and slurped on it.
“Ohmmm very good Debbie”, he said as he placed his free hand on the top of my head.
Continuing to use my tongue to pleasure and explore him, I licked small circles over and under his balls.

“I want to fuck you Debbie, I want you to make me real hard with your mouth first”, he said as he let go of his cock.

This request was usual; guys always want to shove their cocks into my mouth.  I came out from under the desk a bit and loosened his tie, then took it off.  He seemed a bit bewildered, but trusted me already.  Disappearing under the desk again I sucked his cock head into my mouth as I wrapped his tie around the base of his cock.
“Oh wow!  You are a good secretary!”

I took another inch of him into my mouth and felt him harden against my tongue.  His hand remained on my head.  It wasn’t too long until my sucking and licking wasn’t enough for him.
“Now I need to show you who’s boss Debbie, get out from under there.”

This was when requests turned into demands.
He asked for his tie back and told me to move to the front of the desk.  He stood up and I got wetter just looking at him, his cock was rock hard, but he was still in his suite, even his jacket.

“Bend over and grab the desk”
He lifted my skirt and threw it up and onto my back. 

“Do you know how to show your ass off to me?”
I did know, so I reached back and spread my cheeks apart for him.
“Exactly !, very nice”

I felt two of his fingers enter my pussy and spreading my juices all over.  He bent over and started to tickle my asshole with his tongue, he was marvelous.  Again, I thought, how much of a better boss this guy was. 
I looked behind me as he was grabbing his cock.  I watched as he rubbed the head over my asshole, plunging his thumb into my tight hole.  I accidentally moaned out, not quite expecting it.  That caused another demand; I think it pissed him off.

“We can’t have that Debbie, you can’t make noise”
He took his tie from his pocket and gagged me with it.  Pulling on the extra fabric as he slowly shoved his cock into my ass. 

“We can’t have a secretary that doesn’t know what she’s doing”, he groaned as he drove deeper into my ass. 

One hand kept a tight rein on my gag while the other started to spank me.  My ass got hotter, hot cock inside and a hand smacking the outside.  I turned my head and lay my cheek on the desk, the wood was cool and smooth and I sighed.  He thrusts were getting deeper; I could feel his balls on me.  The pace quicken and I bucked back against him, his very quiet groans told me he liked it.

He gave me another hard slap, let go of the gag, pulled out of me and came on my ass cheeks.  His jizz was hot and having it fall on my smacked ass made the heat that much more intense!
He sat back in his chair again, this time with a big smile on his face.  He seemed content with my work.
“Now Debbie, try to understand this, although it was nice getting to know you, you should only be fucking your boss on dress down Friday’s, got it?”
“Sure boss, whatever works”, I answered as I was straightening out my blouse and skirt.
“Good, now would you mind booking and preparing the conference room for my meeting this afternoon”, he said as he pulled a file from his desk.
Nodding, I turned on my heels and headed out the door.

I think at lunchtime I’ll prepare my report for the next meeting of the Naughty Secretary Club.

Debbie Does You #11 - Ride 'Em Cowgirl

I think it's so much fun how often people ask for me to write about threesome fantasies.  I think it's the most common fantasy out there.  It's also fun because many of them ask for me to one of the partners.  Today's DDU is no exception.












Dale and I had been living in Wyoming for over ten years now and I getting more lonely than I had expected.  You would think it would be fun being surrounded by men, but that isn't the case.  Our sheep ranch was large and much of the time was spent alone.  I missed having another woman to talk with.  Ever since our cook, Kim, got pregnant and left I've not only been burdened with more work, but I'm isolated again, wishing I could at least see more of my husband.
 Today, I got tired of it and put an ad on our website:

 Wanted: Experienced ranch cook
Looking for a female cook that is a self-starter.  Cook MUST have good food management skills and is required to buy, prepare, and cook three meals every day for the crew.
 Ranch provides housing and boarding.

Nothing really out of the ordinary in the ad, other than the specific request for a female.  Since this was my responsibility I could post the ad, interview possible candidates, and hire without input from my husband, Dale.

The days and then weeks went by.  I had forgotten how tedious it was to interview people for a job.  I had been through 15 applicants within a month and still haven't found a cook with not only the experience for a ranch our size, but that with which I felt comfortable.  I know that I wasn't advertising for a friend or companion, but with so few people around it's important that an employer and employee get along.

After six weeks I was starting to lose hope and I only had a couple of applicants left to interview.  Later that afternoon I started appointments with the last three applicants I had.  The first one that came in was Bonnie.  She had a lot of experience considering her age; she was about 5 years younger than I was.  The last ranch she worked on was in Arizona, so the change in climate was striking.  Her former ranch was smaller, but I gave her a chance and listened to her plans.
That evening I went through the last applications I had received and the notes I had taken.  I kept coming back to Bonnie.  She was young, enthusiastic, and smart.  I called her the next morning and offered her the job.  She accepted and plans were made for her to come and complete paperwork and move into her quarters.
Not long after that, I found out that Dale and the rest of the crew would be back. Bonnie and I started planning our menu for the great return and the upcoming 4 weeks the whole crew would be around.

It was wonderful seeing Dale come home again.  He was all tan and strong looking and I had ached for him for two months.  I needed to be with him almost immediately.  Without any shame, I ran out to meet him and fell into his arms, kissing him passionately, right there for the world to see.  I think I felt him harden against me right away.  I took his hand and ran into the house with him.


"Let's take a shower together, I'll clean your back", I said coyly.
All Dale did was smile, that intoxicating smile I feel in love with, and nodded.
The shower was warm and invigorating for the both of us.  The feel of a man's skin when it's slippery with soap is a tactile pleasure for me.  The site of Dale's semi-hard cock didn't hurt either and I took hold of it and started stroking.

"Oh baby I've missed you so much", Dale moaned.
I turned off the water and gently lead Dale by the cock to our bed.  We were all warm and wet and slippery, especially me, because it was a fair description of my pussy.
One great thing about Dale being gone for extended lengths of time was the hot sex we had when he returned.  Tonight was no exception.  We just needed to fuck!  Not a sweet long session of lovemaking, that would come later.  His strong thick cock was at full attention now.  He forcefully spread my legs wide; I tilted my hips upward and begged for him.  His cock stretched open my cunt and slammed deep inside me, balls deep.  I moaned out in the ecstasy of taking in my lover inside me.  He felt like hot metal inside me and my pussy hugged his cock to draw him into me and then unclenched to ease him up again.  The strokes were deep and fast and I fucked him back just as hard.

It was a wonderful four weeks, being able to work with Dale again.  Almost every night seemed like a re-exploration of each other.  His rock hard cock always showing me how much he missed me.  He approved of Bonnie and we planned some things together for the upcoming holidays.  That was the next time I would see him, in about 5 weeks.  When the day came that he and his crew had to leave, it felt as though he had just come back.  We waved good-bye to each other and Bonnie and I got back to running the household.

Days passed, and there was a big chore that Bonnie and I had to tackle before the men got back, a full cleaning of the kitchen, this included sweeping out the fireplace and restocking the pantry.  We had been working on it for two days, and time was running out.  I wanted to finish up so we got going first thing in the morning.  Over breakfast, we spoke of how lonely it gets without the men around.  Bonnie admitted that she had heard Dale and I making love when he was home last time.  I wasn't really embarrassed by it.  I revel in the wonder of making love with my husband and I told her so,
"It's a celebration of love you heard, all I can say is I hope you enjoyed it."

"I did, in many ways, you know it gets lonely here for me too.", she said wistfully.

I felt sorry for her especially since she such a caring and pretty young woman.  We commiserated with each other over coffee before we began the day's chores.
We had saved the worst to last, don't ask me why, a sweeping out of the fireplace and a restocking of inventory in the pantry.  I felt it best if we split up the work.  I took on the fireplace; Bonnie did the pantry.  All of a sudden a heard a loud 'thud' and Bonnie yelling "Oh Shit!"
I ran to her and two 20 pound bags of flour had fallen off the shelves and burst as they hit the ground.  Bonnie was covered in a light covering of flour.  It was almost laughable, but I saw that she seemed overwhelmed all of a sudden and began to cry.  I was practically her opposite, I was covered with soot.  I went to Bonnie and held her, rocking her, telling her everything was all right, it wasn't worth getting this upset over.

"We need to clean up", I was great at stating the obvious.

I didn't want to track flour and soot through the house to get upstairs, so we went to the shower outside the kitchen.  I started the water running, and told Bonnie to get her clothes off and wash up.  There was only a two-side screen to give a small amount of privacy, but Bonnie didn't care.  I turned my back to her as she got under the stream and I threw her clothes back into the kitchen.

"Debbie, there's no soap", Bonnie shouted out.
I grabbed the bar from the sink and brought it out to her.  She came out from behind the screen and into full view for me.  What a beautiful woman!  I realized I was staring and apologized.
"Join me Debbie, please", she asked

I didn't even think about it, I took off my clothes and got under the shower with her.  Bonnie handed me the soap and I began to lather her up.  It was sort of funny to think that I had been in a similar situation with Dale about 3 weeks prior.
I ran the suds over her breasts, her nipples were rock hard.  I thought maybe that the water wasn't warm enough, except I felt mine getting just as erect.  I was gentle with her; we didn't say a word to each other.  My hands, rubbed the soap to get more lather, then rubbed her shoulders, her back, breasts, and thighs.  The flour was off her no time, but I continued.  I was rinsing the water off her thighs when she spoke to me again,
"Go ahead Debbie, it's all right".

I knew what she wanted and I used the soap bar to run up and down her slit, sliding quickly over her swollen love nib.  She put her hands on my shoulders and told me how good that felt.  I stood back up and she took the soap from my hand, and did the honor of giving the same kind of washing.  The soot was off me quickly too, but she continued, finally kissing my ear.  She pushed her breasts again me as she kissed my neck.  I hadn't been with another woman since I was in college and truthfully, it was nice to have the feeling of a warm soft female pleasing me again.
I turned the water off, grabbed nearby towels for us and headed back inside.  Bonnie seemed apprehensive, as though she had done something wrong.  Once we were back inside, Bonnie started to apologize,
"I'm sorry Debbie, I don't know what came over me.  Are you going to fire me?''
I laughed, assured her that she still had her job, and took her by the hand and told her to be quiet.  Then I lead her to my bedroom.

I got on the bed and took my towel off.  When Bonnie saw me, she did the same.  She slid on top of me and started to kiss me, deeply and moaned into my mouth.  I gasped as she moved to neck, nibbling on it.  Her hands moved up to squeezed my tits, pushing them together; she treated each nipple with equal pleasure, sucking on one, letting it pop out of her mouth, then the other.  My hands moved down to her ass checks and I pulled her closer to me, beginning to finger her little puckered asshole.  She pulled herself up and wiggled her ass around my finger.

"So you like that Bonnie?", I asked.

She let me know just by nodding her head and moaning that she did.  I told her to open the nightstand drawer.  I jumped off the bed and went through my toy drawer, finding the perfect treasure, my strap-on. 
"Now Bonnie, get on your hands and knees for your boss".
She did as she was asking, looking back at me as I adjusted the strap-on.  I spread her ass cheeks and licked at her tight red hole, rimming her as my hand gave short slaps to her clit.  I gently bit her ass cheeks, and then licked at her asshole all the way down her slit to her pussy and back again.  Pleasure was washing over the both of us, delighted once again on the wonder of womanhood.  I leaned over her and tugged on her nipples.

It must have been our moans that caused the interruption of the female delight we were experiencing.  Dale was home and I didn't realize it right away.  I thought I heard a ruckus downstairs and turned around; there was Dale in the doorway!  When I stopped playing with Bonnie, she turned around and saw him too.  I immediately felt awful.  I suppose technically I was cheating on him.
"Dale, please understand", I said timidly.

He didn't say anything, he was looking past me.  I thought his anger was building, until I realized he was looking at Bonnie who was motioning him to join us.  Dale started moving towards us.
"Don't worry Debbie", he assured me
"Please continue"

I was so glad he said that, the smell of Bonnie's wet pussy was making me wetter and wetter and I wanted to fuck her.  Dale got in front of her and asked her, "Do you like men too?''
Bonnie assured him that she liked cock just as much as pussy.  Dale said it had been too long since he had seen a woman and now that there were two available to him, he wasn't going to hold back.  Dale was out of his dusty jeans and shirt in no time.

"Dale, Bonnie likes getting her ass played with, so I'm gonna fuck her up the ass", I announced.
I told Bonnie to move around and suck my cock to lube it up.  She stayed on her hands and knees and pulled my strap-on into her mouth.  She sucked on my special cock like a pro as I grabbed her hair and brought her face farther into my crotch.  Dale decided to help lube her up by licking at her cunt and drooling onto her asshole.
"She's ready Deb", he told me

Almost instinctively Bonnie turned around, tilted her ass up and wiggled it a bit, I eased my strap on into her tight hole, spreading it wide.  I rocked in and out of her, she moaned with each thrust, and then got louder as I fingered her dripping cunt.  Dale stayed standing facing us by the bed with a shit-eating grin on his face.  I don't know which he liked better, watching me with another woman or the idea of two women servicing his cock.  He first joined in my tugging on Bonnie's nipples.  I think her tits were actually bigger than mine were and she had darker areolas and big hard nipples, just the kind Dale liked.  He moved under her and bit on them just as I was shoving my thick rubber cock inside her.  Her moans of pleasure sent shock waves from my gut to my pussy.

I figured by now Dale's cock must have an indescribable hunger for pussy.
"I'm going to fuck the hell right out of you Bonnie", he said.
He sat on the edge of the bed and told me get my cock out of her ass because he was going to put a real one in there, hot and hard.  Bonnie sat on Dale's lap and leaned her back against his chest as I watched his cock disappear into her rosebud hole.
Kneeling in front of them I spread Bonnie's legs wide and Dale made her bounce on his dick.  This gave me a chance to lick and suck at Dale's nuts.  They were big and shaved; I loved how they felt in my mouth and the smell of them in my nose.  Now it was his turn to add his voice to moans and groans of pleasure in our bedroom.
After using my tongue as a platter for his heavy balls, I moved to the base of his rock hard cock, then to Bonnie's slit.  Her pretty pussy was exposed, but it wasn't getting any attention.  I decided I would give it the love it richly deserved.

Bonnie's slit was warm and silky, her juices were like a nectar, and when the tip of my tongue found her clit, it was swollen and not only peeking out from the inner folds of lips that usually hid it, it was purple and crying to be noticed.  The tears that wept from her clit were some of the most tasty pussy nectar I had ever had.  I cupped Dale's balls as I flicked and licked and sucked on it.  My hands were free to feel the majesty of her breasts and I explored them at the same time.  It wasn't too long until the room was pierced with her scream and she came, squirting into my mouth and over my lips.
Dale was the next to feed me.  I know he had been holding back a while.  I could tell by how heavy and tight his balls had gotten.  The familiar gasp and groan he uttered meant he was cumming, so I began to milk his balls by gently tugging on them.  His load shot into Bonnie's ass, it was intense and it was massive.  His warm jizz dribbled out of her and I gobbled it up as soon as I could.

We all got loose of each other and landed on the bed, laughing and catching our breaths.
I still needed to be serviced.  I still wanted to welcome Dale home.  I figured we would have our time together later that night.
We all seemed to get along so well.  The time that Bonnie had alone here was starting to get to her and I think she had left a bad situation or relationship before she got to our place.  I could feel it, the way women do.  We asked her if she would be staying on after this, especially because of the holidays.

Bonnie wanted to stay at least until the Spring.  I liked that.  I wanted to be with her again.  I wanted to work out a new living arrangement.  I thought we might have more to learn from each other.  All three of us had more to explore.  We had a few more months to do it.

Debbie Does You #8 - Two Holes For a Bad Boy

I've gotten many Debbie Does You requests over the past month or two.  Here's another one from a client of mine in Viva Ponata.  He's a very bad boy so I hope he enjoys it.








As I sat in my living room the other evening, I couldn’t stop thinking about my long-term friendship with Brandon.  Our friendship had evolved into what’s called these days as ‘friends with benefits’.
All I’m sure of is that having sex with Brandon for the first time last month was fantastic and I think it relieved a lot of tension that had been building for five years.  Neither of us is currently attached, so we aren’t hurting any partners.

Brandon had called earlier in the week to set up tonight’s dinner date.  It was the first time we were going out to a nice place.  Most of our time was spent at one or the other’s apartment, Starbuck’s, or the local deli.  Brandon actually made specific requests for what he wanted me to wear, that was different, but exciting.
Starting from the inside out, he asked that I wear my black and red shelf bra.  He had told before that he loved the way it showed off my tits, he especially liked my nipples and with that bra, they were right there and ripe for the taking.  I couldn’t fulfill his panty request so he bought them for me.  They were sent to me two days ago, a pair of pale pink fishnet open ass panties.  They looked as though they would be uncomfortable, but as I put them on, they weren’t too bad.

The dress request was easier; wear a dress above the knee and with a scoop or V-neck.  I chose a nice dress that fit his requirements and wasn’t too tight across the bust.  I didn’t want my nipples saying ‘hello’ to every man there.  The jewelry I wore was modest.
I heard the doorbell ring just as I was straightening out my stockings. Brandon looked great standing at the door.  We headed out into the evening.  We enjoyed our dinner at the intimate restaurant Brandon decided on.  We talked, enjoyed the wine, and savored the meal from our tuna tartar appetizers to the strawberry sundae we shared.  I think the both of us were thinking the same thing throughout dinner; ‘I’m eating so I have enough energy to fuck the hell out of you later’.

When we left, we went to Brandon’s apartment.  As soon as he closed and locked the door, he threw me against it, pushing the familiar bulge in his pants against me as he pulled my arms above my head and pinned them there.  If that didn’t take my breath away, the way he deeply kissed me sure did.

“I love the dress, now show me that you paid attention to what I wanted underneath”, Brandon said
Taking my hand, he lead me to the living room.  He sat on the couch and asked for a ‘fashion show’. 
“Strip, show me”, he said firmly

I unzipped my dress and took it off.  He nodded saying, “Ah you did listen, good”.
He unzipped his fly and pulled his cock out of his pants then started to stroke it slowly. That was the prompt for me to come closer to him.  I watched him looking at my tits and smiling so I moved enough to make them bounce on my bra.  I could feel my nipples harden as I watched him stroke his dick.

“Now turn around, let’s see the backside of those panties”
I turned around on my toes and wiggled my ass at him.
“Everything is perfect Debbie, especially the way those panties show off your butt”, he said happily.

Standing up his cock bounced along with him as he took me to the bedroom so we could be more comfortable.
We started to kiss and fell onto the bed; it was then that Brandon quickly took off all his clothes.  He is a handsome man.  I just wanted to fuck him the moment I saw him naked!  I wanted him to fuck the hell out of me!  He kneeled beside me and squeezed my tits, then dived into them, kissing, licking, and sucking them, my nipples were so sensitive and my pussy was getting juicy.  He dipped his fingers into my cunt to finger fuck me and coat my clit with my wetness before playing with it.  Even though we had only been fucking for about a month he knew what happened when he played with me like this, especially when he tugged on my nipples.

“Go ahead Debbie, you can have just a taste”, he teased as he stood next to the bed.
I went ahead, dropped my head over the side of the bed, and opened my mouth.  Brandon pushed his cock over my tongue, through my lips and into my face quickly. 

“Tonight I need this cock soaked with your spit”, he told me as he easily and slowly moved in and out of my mouth.  I wasn’t sure what he meant, but it didn’t really matter now.

His cock was hot and I could sense it thickening in my mouth.  It throbbed more.  It was stiffer.  Brandon made this a short suck and pulled out of me.  He was so hard and his cock was covered with my drool.
He asked me roll over on my stomach and make myself comfortable as he climbed on the bed with me.  I felt his hand spread my thighs apart from behind and lifted me up enough that he could play with my pussy. 

“Those are great panties Deb,” he said as he spread my juices from my pussy up to my asshole and played with it.
It made me wiggle my ass again.  He kneeled behind me and licked at those juices that now flavored my tight little hole.  Spreading my cheeks he shoved his tongue into my asshole as a finger went up my pussy, then he fingered my asshole, I moaned; the two sensations were taking over me.

He stopped and whispered in my ear, “Be my filthy whore tonight Debbie, and let me fuck your ass with my cock, the cock you drooled all over”.

We hadn’t gone there yet, but I was so glad he asked.  I lifted my rounded cheeks way up in the air. Next, I reached my hands behind myself, and spread my ass cheeks holding my tight ass open for him.  I figured it was the only reply he needed and I knew I was right when I heard from behind me, “That’s so fucking hot!”

Brandon’s hot hard cock slowly started to split my ass; I relaxed as he pushed into my asshole, going deeper and deeper inside me.  Groaning as he did.  His cock is so thick that at first it felt although he was going to rip me apart, but I knew how good it felt for him and once I relaxed a bit more it was more comfortable, more of a turn on.  Then he started his slow strokes, fucking my ass.  He took over by taking my cheeks and massaging them as he fucked me. 

“Oh fuck, you’re so dirty Debbie”, he moaned out, as he not only picked up the pace, but started spanking me.
That was even more of a turn on and now I was the one moaning.  We haven’t started exploring many of our kinks yet and he didn’t know about my affinity for discipline, bondage or submission, but we had plenty of time for all that.  We got into our fuck rhythm, rocking, our bodies pleasuring each other.  He was playing with my pussy now, slapping my clit, fingering me, almost driving me over the edge.

“Debbie, tell me that you want me to fill up your ass with my cum”, he moaned and I could tell he was holding back until I answered.

“Yes, yes you bad boy, fill up your dirty girl’s ass”, I replied.  Brandon then did just that, jerking and groaning as he came, heating me up from the inside.

Brandon is a thoughtful lover, he slowly came out of me, and then spread my thighs farther apart to get under me and finish me off by fucking my pussy with his tongue.  I especially liked the expertise he had with wrapping his tongue around my clit over and over again.  It didn’t take long until I was the one moaning and squirting on him.

We lay together as our breathing slowed and we became more composed.  It was off to the shower after that because we both wanted more after cleaning up and relaxing in the living room with an after Debbie, oh I mean dinner, drink.

Remember anyone can request a Debbie Does You. Use the link on the sidebar to tell me about the fantasy you'd like me to write about.

DDU #5 - For D.

Lately discretion has been requested of me whether it’s the DDU’s or the CBW’s. This is one of those requests. I want to take this chance to let contributors to this website know that they are always respected when it comes to identity.



I especially liked this idea because there are a few aspects that I haven’t written about before.



So D - this one’s for you. I hope it makes you feel like a star.


It was time, again, for my friend Kim and I to go to our favorite band’s concert. This time they were in Washington D.C., less than 100 miles from our small town in Northern Virginia. When we heard that The Hellraisers were going to be in town, we got a hold of some of our friends in the band to get tickets. We knew we would have to pay for them later, backstage, but that was the fun of it.

First, the shopping trip, we knew what our guys liked to see us in, tasteless and hot dresses. Yeah they were awful in one way, but in another, I loved them. The skirts must have only been two inches below our asses. One dark blue dress, the other white, plunging neck lines, hugging every curve, spaghetti straps that look they are about to tear. We wanted to be clear that we wanted these dresses to just about fall off.

Before we left for Washington we got together and dressed together, make-up, jewelry, and of course, a couple bottles of whiskey. Once we were on the highway my thoughts wondered to Will, my favorite singer, and what I would do to him, not to mention what he’d do to me. My pussy dampened a bit in anticipation. Although we liked the music, it really wasn’t what we were going for, so when we showed up a bit late it didn’t matter to us.
Once at the side entrance we spoke with the road manger, who was very familiar with us, and lead us back stage. We had fun waiting, listening to the music, it was different, sort of a mixture between The Cramps and The Traveling Wilburys. So, in the mean time we drank and got high with the roadies and other groupies hanging around. The more I thought of Will the hornier I got. Kim never seemed to really care which of the other guys she got, but I had my favorite.

Finally, I heard the last encore. I saw Will not too long after that. Once back stage he did pay attention to some of the other girls, had a few drinks, and few tokes, I waited by the wall until he was through and saw me. Kim seemed to be trying to settle in with one guy, but couldn’t seem to get anyone else’s attention. I felt bad, but when Will fell into my arms, and I felt his hands along my bare skin, the world melted away, and I needed him, bad. We sat for a while enjoying the party, his hands were all over me and it wasn’t enough. It just made me hungrier, hungrier for him.

I couldn’t stand it any more and leaned over, whispering in his ear, “I want your cock…now”. He turned to look at me and smiled saying, “Right here, now?”

Although that sounded like fun to me, it wasn’t what I wanted this time. He took me, pulled me up and we started for the door. I turned around looking for Kim and she by herself, drinking.

I again whispered to Will, “Can we take Kim with us?”
Will gave her the once over and said “Sure, the more the merrier”.

By the time we all got to the hotel we were feeling pretty mellow and happy. Once in the room, Will practically attacked me. He pushed me to the bed and I fell immediately onto my back, the straps of my dress fell below my shoulders and my legs spread. Will turned his back and grabbed Kim, doing the same to her. I could see that his cock was already beginning to strain against his jeans. He began to take charge of the two of us.

“Come on girls, let’s have some fun”, he said as he undid his belt buckle.

With that cue we both let our dresses slip off us. We had just about the same taste in lingerie, bother wearing demi bras and lace boy shorts. It was then that Will joined us on the bed, taking turns removing the rest of our clothing. When I left that morning for the concert, the last place I thought I would be was in a bed, naked, with Kim. She had a beautiful body, a small, but rounded ass, what I would judge to be 36C tits, red lush lips, and, like me, a shaved pussy. In turn I’m she was checking me out. Now Will was naked too, and obviously ready for action. The sight of that hard dick was enough to get me soaking wet. I don’t care what they say about groupies, when I see that stiff cock, at attention for me, I’m proud to be on his list. His shaved balls were always handsome too.

“Deb we’re going to have to show your friend here how to have a really good time”, Will said as I nodded.

From then on things seemed so natural, no problems, no self-awareness, just play, the kind of play I truly enjoy. Will leaned down and kissed me, moved to my neck, and soon to my tits, sucking on each nipple, grabbing them with his teeth, pulling, making them harder, making me moan in delight, and making my pussy ache. I could feel his thick cock growing and twitching against my belly. I not only wanted to have fun, but I wanted to be sure that Will and Kim did too.
So very selflessly, I said to Kim “you’ve got to taste that cock, it’s the best you’ll ever have, promise”.

Will suggested that I get a taste of Kim’s pussy. Sounded it good to me, Kim didn’t have a problem so as she got on her hands and knees and began to feast on Will’s cock I got behind her, admiring that ass and pussy again. Spreading her cheeks, I began teasing her as my tongue explored her ass. She moaned out, at least as well as she could with that much cock in her face. It turned me on just to hear her slurping and sucking on Will.
As Will picked up the pace fucking her mouth, I tickled her ass more with my tongue, finally working my way down her slit until I hit her tight wet hole.

Now it was my turn to slurp, not on Will, but on Kim. I gently spread her lips, pink and luscious. I lapped up and down her slit, teasing her, making her clit swell more, so it absolutely needed me when I got to it. First, I plunged my tongue into her hot pussy, exploring all it’s nooks, the velvety walls, and drank in her juices. Will watched as best he could and then he wanted her and said so.

Kim let Will fall from her mouth, he lay on the bed and pulled Kim’s juicy cunt onto his face. It gave me a chance to taste his balls, they were my favorite. The feel of his smooth nuts rolling over my tongue drove me to heaven, I moaned out my pleasure as Kim did, close to cumming on his face. I’m not surprised that she came quickly; I have had the pleasure, many times, of Will’s tongue on my pussy. He’s the best I know when it comes treating my clit right. He knows how to use his tongue by deftly circling and sucking on it in between allowing his tongue explore the entire length of my wet slit.

Once I got Will’s cock wet again with a mixture of my saliva and his pre-cum I got up and sat on it, pushing my throbbing pussy onto that hard man meat. Kim and I were now facing each other, delighting in each other’s pleasure, Kim feeding Will and me his personal fuck-hammer. Kim leaned into me, kissed me, and began to squeeze my tits. No one can touch me like another woman; it’s not better than a man, just different, more knowing. As she bent to suckle me her pussy was lifted off Will’s face and he moved her off while I slowly let him out of my warm tight wetness.

“I want to cum on your ass this time Debbie”, it was a rare request, but since I didn’t care where that cock went, I got on my hands and knees and presented to him my rounded ass.

“You know how I like it”, I reminded him.

Kim had been fairly quite, except for her passionate moans, but this time she said something, “My friend, I want your face between my thighs”.
She positioned herself on a pillow in front of me.

Will mounted me from the back, groaning as his thick cock spread my asshole, then slipped inside me easily. As he started to thrust, moaning even more, my face went into Kim’s cunt. Each thrust drove me between her warm thighs and I lapped at her pussy, nibbled on her clit, finally with one of the harder thrusts, dove into her hole one more time, fucking it with my tongue as my nose rubbed her clit. Whenever my tongue hit her flesh Kim moaned in ecstasy. I grabbed at her tits as I dove in and tugged at her hard nipples. It was then that Will put his hand underneath me and gently slapped on my swollen love nib. I was still working on Kim, soon she practically screamed out when she spasmed and came, and came hard, on my face. Her pussy was sweet and I drank her up. She turned then, no more quiet Kim.

“Debbie, you damn slut” she screamed at me.
I was utterly stunned and just smiled at her.

Will agreed and began to spank me, that was our signal that he was getting close to cumming.
“That’s it whore, take it, take the cock up your ass and the spanking you deserve”. , Kim said in a filthy tone.

She was right though; I liked being spanked with cock in my ass. It reminded me what a bad girl I was being. What a whore I was, and always will be. As Will got closer his spanking got harder. By now Kim’s hand slide between my arms and telling me she wanted to feel my tits again, she twisted then sucked on them, then licked all over them. Between that and Will’s clit play I came, moaning out.

“Fuck yes bitch”, Will moaned as he drove deep, screwing his cock into my ass, pulling out quickly and cumming all over my ass cheeks.

He pulled away demanding that Kim clean me up. I stayed where I was. Kim moved around to my backside and did just that, ate Will’s hot goo right off the mounds of my ass.
Satisfied, at least for now, and with a smile on his face, Will said “Rest up ladies, it won’t me too long until I’ll need you again”.

“Debbie, I still haven’t had a chance to eat your pussy, and Kim I’d like to feel your pussy hugging my dick, and that’s just for starters girls”.

Kim and I decided on taking showers, promising Will we’d be right back.
I knew that by the time the night was through I would be many things: more than sated, used up, aching, and always aware that there was another girl, in another city, just like me, but for now I felt special.

Make New Friends,but Keep the Old

One is the silver and the other gold.
CJ is golden and shines for me, always.









Last night I was chatting online with the male half of the new couple we are getting to know. It started out harmlessly, going over some emails we had exchanged. It quickly got hot.
Then I decided to run with an idea that CJ and I talked about, really half in jest. I offered our new friend a blowjob via the phone. He had never had phone sex, but was willing to give it a try. Now here’s the kicker: I wanted CJ to listen and watch while I did it.
I’ve been doing it for years, but I’ve never had an audience!
Before I started I told CJ that I feel like I become a different person and not to laugh. He doesn’t laugh *at* me, it’s just that he has a chuckle sometimes when I’m really wrapped up in sex and enjoying myself. It’s like he’s celebrating with me.

I lay on the bed, face down; CJ turned on the ceiling fan, it was a warm night last night, and the phone rang. We exchanged pleasantries. I gave him a quick tutorial on phone sex, ensuring him to just go with it and be free.
I’m not going to try and write the script verbatim here. I know, I know, you want it, but for me that wasn’t the really hot, sexy part. I started out playing, licking and nibbling his cock then moved onto devouring, eating, and sucking it, along with his balls. He progressed from his semi-hard state to a good stiff cock at attention because I was telling him to picture what I was doing to it.

As I spoke I hugged my pillow, kept my eyes only half open and ground my pussy into the bed. The thought of CJ next tome me completely faded from my mind. To me I was in the black lace bra and panties I had described to my partner, on my knees, in front of a stranger’s crotch.
Without any notice while I was moaning and sucking over the phone, CJ was off the bed and pulling my pajama bottoms off me. I instinctively presented my pussy to him and he fingered me as I continued on the guided fantasy. I didn’t tell my phone partner what was going on. I didn’t want him to think I was sharing my affections, that was for a later time, when we choose to all be together.

When I told him how much I wanted to taste his cum, he breathlessly commanded me to ride his hard cock. I described to him that I was lowering my wet cunt onto his him and almost as soon as the words escaped my mouth, I felt, in reality, hard, hot cock split my pussy lips and enter me. I had to keep from totally screaming out, but fuck it was great. I was listening to one man on the other end of the line getting off on my words while CJ was getting it for real.
Finally my new friend wanted to finish off in my ass. He told me to wet my asshole, and I felt CJ do it as I described it to him. CJ was taking his cues from my narrative. So, for example, when I said:
“That’s it, fuck my rosebud asshole”, he did just that and I could feel heat slamming into my ass. I was getting so hot and bothered I had to eventually tell CJ to stop. Believe me, that is a rare occasion.
My phone pal was close to the edge and pulled out of my ass and came on my cheeks, then ate his cum off them.

It was all very hot. We spoke for a while afterwards. I wanted to get back to the warm, real man next to me.
I was so close to cumming that CJ just pulled out my rabbit and finished me with it while sucking and biting my nipples.

Everything was all such a totally new, exciting, sexy experience.
Next, I’d like to have phone sex with the female half, if she’s up for it.
Those dirty little wheels in my mind are constantly turning, particularly since they’ve been well lubed again.

Butter and Rope - Part Three

Part Three
This story is one that was inspired from a combination of two chats over the course of a week. So, check out Part Two first.

Mr. W. makes sure that my face meets the floor in with one movement. My ass is forced up in the air and is vulnerable. His cock was so slippery from my slobbering that he easily pushes the head of his dick between my spread cheeks into my tight asshole. I moan out in surprise and again my guilt fills me up.
“No, Please no”, I cry out.
“I bet your husband doesn’t do this to you”, he answers.
“No, no only whores let men do their ass”, I whimper.
“Bitch that just get my dick harder for you, you will be a whore”, he screams at me.
“I’m so bad”, I say almost feeling like crying now.
Mr. W. doesn’t want me to feel bad and begins to rub my pussy.
His touch was magical and the world faded away once again. All that existed were two bodies, and pleasure.
He went ahead and described what my clit looked like as he played with it and slowly fucked my ass. He told me how she was sticking out, swollen beyond my inner lips. He drove his cock deeper into my rosebud asshole and I was driven closer to the edge, ready to cum.
“I want you to cum Debbie”, he barked in my ear.
I instructed him to shove my new rabbit up my dripping pussy. He rams it in my whore cunt as his cock continues to pump at my ass.
This time my moans and screams are in pleasure.
“Fuck baby, bounce those tits”, he groaned as he kept fingering my clit.
I soon squeeze against my vibrator, buck and strong waves of orgasm travel through my pussy.
“Fuck, yes”, I say as I revel in my orgasm.
At the same time, he fills my ass with the heat of a load of his cum.
My breathing is still heavy, but is slowed now, enough for me to ask:
“Untie me please”
Mr. W agrees but makes me promise to have less resistance to any of his advances from now on.
“Yes sir, of course, you made me cum hard”.
How could I resist a man that does that for me?
“Now don’t forget the butter”, he says chuckling
I tell him that I should have gotten the butter at the beginning of all this, then licked his sweet buttery cock.


We ended our evening back in reality and speaking of the special fun of bondage and spanking. I wanted to make sure he didn’t mind it. I explained I didn’t like too much pain, but especially enjoyed being forced and tied up. Mr. W. made a good point: that it can very hot and rewarding as long as there is trust. Trust is the key in that kind of sex play.
Then it was just the pleasant virtual pillow talk, our hopes of seeing each soon, and good night kisses ending it.

The Adjustment-Part Two (The Doctor)

Again a thank you to CJ for the picture taking.
Be sure to check out Part One before you continue.

I can’t describe how relaxed I felt after my stimulation therapy. My orgasms are like wine, different ones affect me in their own way. My recent orgasms on the table were the kind that turned my muscles to Jell-O, eventually slowing my breathing, and making me totally relaxed. I don’t even know how much time I spent on the table before I heard the door open and the familiar, calm voice of my chiropractor.
“I heard you responded very well to Carol’s stimulation therapy.”, he said with just a hint of amusement in his voice. I was so relaxed and it was so true that I could only answer with a “mmmmm….yep


“My stimulation will be very different”, he said as I heard his zipper being pulled down. The rustle of clothing let me know that he had completely removed his pants. Out of curiosity I looked behind me and saw that he was coming up on my side, his shirttails barely covering what seemed to be a fine thick cock.
The doctor told me that I was on a special kind of adjustment table and proceeded to take two thick leather straps from underneath it. He flipped my skirt up and pulled my panties down just as Carol did and told me to lie there as usual and bound one strap across my shoulders, the other across my thighs. It wasn’t uncomfortable, just snug. Being held in a flat face forward position, I stared at the floor through the opening at the front end of the table while I heard him move around me. Finally he was right in front of me. Doctor Wrigley’s cock was semi-hard, his balls tightening, and his musk was streaming to my nose. He tilted the face area up and commanded me, in his words, “I need it real hard, suck it”.
He shoved his cock through the opening, past my waiting lips, over my tongue, and straight down my throat. Everything happened so fast I almost gagged. I was not in the most comfortable position in the world. It didn’t matter though; the smell and taste of cock, the feel of swelling meat, it all made me draw my cheeks in and suck!
The sound of slurps and sucks joined with his moaning, it was therapeutic without doubt. My head was still as he fucked my face. After only a few minutes I could taste his precum. It was then he announced that it was enough and pulled his much stiffer dick out of my mouth. It now stood at attention; pushing it’s way through his shirttails, definitely aiming straight for me.


He left my sight; I heard some tinkering behind me. Then…..ooowww!....cold, right between my ass. He was fingering my asshole and applying some cold generic lube to it. Doctor Wrigley told me that since I had lower back problems that his therapy was going to focus on that region. He pushed my ass slightly up in the air, at least enough that the strap would allow and grabbed my shoulders. Heat and cold were my next sensations. It was the feel of hot meat mixing with cold lube. He quickly jammed his cock up my ass. I cried out as I took all of him in. He eased partially out of me and started to fuck my ass slowly. He just rocked on me, holding onto my shoulders and jamming his stiff cock in and out of my tight crack.

Unable to move, I just took the treatment like a good girl. The treatment didn’t take too long, and soon he was quickening his pace, smacking my ass; first one cheek, then the other with his open hand. He kept pumping so hard that I could feel his nuts slapping against my swollen pussy lips. Finally, he drove his entire shaft inside me, slapped my ass one last time, screamed “BITCH!”, and emptied his balls.
He slowed, removed his deflating cock, told me the treatment was over and that I should be all right until my next adjustment in four weeks. As he removed the straps and I was able to sit up on the table I knew he was right. Thanks to Carol and Doctor Wrigley I had no sciatia or back pain. I think I’ll stick with this treatment.

A Furious Fuck

My cyber session was done, but I wasn’t. Yes, I came, but nowhere near what it’s like when it’s the real thing for me.
CJ had been sitting in the same room with me during the whole thing. He knew what was going on, but chose not to be a participant this time.
I told him of the request that my fuck-buddy wanted to see pictures of my pussy afterwards and as always, he cheerful assisted me in fulfilling the request.
But things didn’t stop there.
I lay back on the couch and opened my black silk robe. CJ took a few quick pics and then started playing with my aching pussy. A couple times just a finger would brush against my swollen clit kicking me up another notch. One finger, then two entered me as he finger fucked me. I began to pull at my nipples and I moaned as he kept up his play. He loves to drive me wild and just watch my reactions.
“I can smell your pussy”, he said to me lustfully.
I smiled and let him know it was part of how bad I am.
He lovingly kept watching me, smiling, and as I found out later, snapping pictures. I was quickly falling away to that heavenly place he sends me when he pleasures me. I was at the point where all I was aware of was the ache and swelling of my clit and pussy, his fingers, my moans, and my arching back. That imp CJ had also switched the camera to video mode and had been making a movie with audio as well, unbeknownst to me.
Eventually he slowed down and seemed to stop. I opened my eyes and looked at him, I beheld one of my favorite sites: his impish grin as his hands moved to his zipper to unleash that magnificent cock of his. He freed his cock with a type of urgency I hadn’t seen for a while.
“I’m going to get cock?”, I said with a happy-silly little girl smile. Staring at his rock hard dick, it seemed to be jutting out from his pants screaming, “I want pussy”. He had recently shaved and his balls looked just as handsome, smooth and I’m sure, aching.
“You want cock?”, CJ replied powerfully.
I’m sure he knew a comment like that was a waste of breath when it came to me, but he knows I love the tease. I answered with the obligatory “oh…yes”
Soon after that, I felt that perfect hot connection that CJ and I make. That feeling of the initial spreading of my pussy lips by his cockhead, the slow, but meaningful push into my waiting,
aching, slippery cunt is in and of itself, it’s own kind of ecstasy for me.
Together again, deeper he goes, and deeper ‘we’ go. My hips meet his and that loving rhythm begins. Last night this all happened fairly quickly and he was fucking me hard instantly.
What he did next was even more exciting. He rolled me over, off the couch and onto the floor wanting to fuck me doggie style, my favorite. Funny – CJ didn’t know it, but hat’s what had just happened in my cyber-session. Next I felt that hot hard steel being slammed into me because I was his bitch. I totally lost it, my moans were loud and I was screaming to be fucked hard, letting CJ know how good he felt sliding in and out of me. I reached back and tickled his balls as they slapped against my pussy.

I swiftly shuddered and came on him; my head was swimming in the pleasure.
Then CJ made me a very bad girl. I don’t mind being a bad girl for CJ.
He pulled out of me; his cock now sufficiently lubed with my juices and began to play with my asshole with his cockhead. He added to the lubrication with his saliva, and then gently worked his cock between my ass cheeks. I let him take my ass then moaned out to spank that ass because I was bad.
His smacks seemed to be in tandem with his thrusts. He thrust, then I would feel a hot slap come across one ass cheek, another thrust, more heat, this time on the opposite cheek. He would stop only to tease and play with my clit as he slammed my ass. My moans turned into turned screams of admitting what a bad girl I was and to keep spanking me.

Soon those moans were joined by his, cumming, and cumming hard.
We both collapsed.
Spent, hot, satisfied.
Yummy.

The Disciplinary Action - Part Two

A blindfold always afford a strange feeling, any touch seems to come from the air. The next thing I felt were Mr. C.’s hands throwing my skirt up, then cool air rushing across my thighs and ass. He nimbly tore my pantyhose down to my ankles, taking my panties along for the ride. I stepped out of them once I was instructed to spread my legs.
I think partially because this scenario was so unexpected and so weird, I could step away from myself. I could visualize myself in regards to what I must look like to Mr. C.: bent over his desk, my bare ass showing, legs spread, and finally a smooth pink pussy peaking out at him.
Nothing happened after I was unceremoniously stripped of my undergarments for a couple of minutes. I held my position, not moving, not wanting to jeopardize my job. Then I heard a familiar sound, the slapping of man meat.
All that went through my mind was ‘why is he jerking off?’, but at the same time I was almost grateful, maybe all he would do is cum on my ass.
The next sensation to come out of the sexy air around me was a warm, very wet, tongue on my asshole. He stopped momentarily to announce that, “Dirty Debbie needed her ass lubed up a bit first.”
He then returned to his job - probing my asshole with his tongue and fingering my pussy with one hand while the other kneaded an ass cheek. I couldn’t help but moan out; the blackness I was in intensified the pleasure my cunt and ass were feeling.

After some time and more moaning, I started pushing my ass backwards towards him. He stopped tonguing me and said, “Oh Dirty Deb you are a fucking slut, I knew you’d want it.”
Lubrication continued, this time with my own warm juices. His fingers painted those juices across my tight ring, then he dipped in hot wet cunt for more and inserted his now wet fingers into my asshole. I cried out as he fucked and spread open my asshole with his thumb and forefinger.
“Ready for your discipline Dirty Deb?”, he asked rhetorically as he stopped playing with me.

The next feeling really drove home how weird all this was. I felt and heard his belt land across my one ass cheek, then the other. I cried out again. He strapped the belt right under my navel and pulled up on it on either side of my hips, pulling me against his stiff cock as he drove it into my ass.
With each of his groans he pulled up on the strap and drilled seemingly deeper into me. I relaxed as best I could, but this was not lovemaking or even good casual sex, it was duty and I couldn’t wait for it to be over.
Another groan.
Another drill.
Another groan.
Then I felt a slap across my ass with his open hand.
“Learning you lesson Dirty Debbie?”, he grunted.
I didn’t answer quickly enough, provoking a deeper rip into my ass and another slap.

Soon the pace picked up, his breathing quickened, he pulled hard on the belt and screamed, “Fuck bitch!”
His cock was like a shotgun emptying hot cum in my ass.
He let go of the belt, pulled out of me, and removed my blindfold.
We got cleaned up and dressed without exchanging a word.
As I moved toward the door Mr. C. just said, “OK Debbie you can keep your job…for now. And don’t forget I expect to see this account in the blog…soon”
I nodded and left his office. When I got back to my desk I started writing this.
But please don’t tell Mr. C. - I did it on company time.

Finally I guess it just proves that sometimes you have to bend over and take one for the company.

The Disciplinary Action

I’ve been in the workforce, off and on, for a good 25 years now. One thing
I’ve learned about the people that are my co-workers along the way is that they are not really as they seem, but is who is right?
I often think that I would cause a bit of a ruckus if my blogland identity were to be found out.
I recently found out exactly the shape and form that ruckus would take.
……


I arrived at work on Monday on time and sat down at my desk ready to start my morning routine. The day didn’t seem that special to me, at least not yet. I’m not a morning person and the hot mug of French roast was helping to bring me to life only to be insulted by the glare off office fluorescent lights.
Since it was Monday, the Director of our division was in our office for his weekly visit. Usually he came in about an hour after me, but this morning he was early; apparently in a closed-door meeting with my immediate boss, not an unusual circumstance. About 20 minutes later the door opened. I looked up, smiled, and said “Good morning” in my daily receptionist style.
They did not return my smile or my greeting. I knew I was in trouble, bad-ass trouble.

I was called down the hall to the Director’s office. As I walked down the hall, I felt as though there were a hundred eyes on me. Once through the door my stomach started churning as he shut the door and locked it. He calmly and firmly told me to take a seat. He sat down across from me and dropped a bombshell by saying, “I know who you are.”
I was stunned and confused at the same time and answered with the stock reply of “What do you mean?”
All he had for me was a two-word reply, “Dirty Debbie”

It was almost surreal to hear my alter identity spoken at the office. My stomach did another turn, my heart started to pound, and I could feel my hands were becoming cold and damp. I crossed my legs, opened my mouth to speak, although thinking back to the moment I don’t know what I said. Mr. C. interrupted my attempt at speech with “Don’t lie, it’ll just make things
worse.”
I shut up with that comment. Now my nervousness turned to anger. I have thought in the past about my family, friends, or co-workers finding out about Dirty Debbie and what I would do. I always figured that if they were aware of my blog then they were surfing, reading, and looking at porn on the web and that meant we weren’t so different. I wanted to say this to Mr. C, but I figured I wouldn’t make a bad situation worse.
“We have rules in the company Debbie,” he said sternly.

Again, anger mixed with my uneasiness. My company isn’t mentioned anywhere in
my blog, and I’m doing this on my own time (well mostly). Isn’t this my private life?
“I’m afraid this is something we can’t tolerate, I’m going to have to let you go,” he said with no emotion.
My anger turned to heartbreak. I loved my job, I would do anything to keep it, and I told this to Mr. C. He looked straight at me, almost leering and said, “Let me think about this.”
I left his office and went to my desk to wait for his decision. I mulled over in my dirty little mind exactly what I would do to keep my job. I didn’t rule out much. Soon my phone rang and brought me out of my dirty considerations and back to reality. It was Mr. C. calling me back into his office. This time no one in the office seemed to be watching. I assumed that another, juicier piece of gossip had replaced my current predicament.
So I again entered the office and again the door was closed and locked.
There were a couple of things that had changed this time: the first thing that caught my attention is that Mr. C.’s computer was up and running and my blog was on the screen. The second thing I noticed was that Mr. C. was standing in front of me looking unforgiving, but with an obvious bulge in his pants.

I was terrified and excited at the same time. Actually, I was stumped, not knowing what to do or say, and I decided just to let nature take its course. Finally, he began speaking to me, but as though I was my blog persona.
“So Dirty Debbie can you guess what you have to do to save your job?”
I stupidly just shook my head ‘no’.
“Really, so you’re not all you say you are on your blog?”, he asked sarcastically.
Of course I am and I know this, but this whole situation was unexpected and unreal that I was thrown off my confident, assertive sexual self.

“Well Dirty Deb I’ve noticed something sorely lacking from your blog and I’ll be the one to help you fix the problem.” he said.
I asked him what that was. His answer wasn’t direct, but I understood it.
“You need some sex from my homeland”
His name ended in k-o-s so I knew he meant Greek. His looks were typical of his family, he was about 5 foot 10 inches, muscular build, olive skinned, wavy brown hair, and dark brown eyes. Actually, he wasn't a bad looking man at all. In the past, I had always got along with him and it
was strange to think about how I ended up where I was now.

“I think it’ll be your ass that will be the recipient of the disciplinary action and the permanent record of it will be on your blog.”
With that, he pushed me over the top of his desk. I turned around to see what was happening. His stiff cock was already pulled out of his pants and he was taking off his belt. He snapped at me to turn around and not to watch him.
I know that drill and I obeyed. All I wanted was my job, but now I going to get cock too. Everything now was only sensation, mostly touch and sound.
“In fact Dirty Deb I’m going to make sure you don’t try to look again,” Mr. C. said as I felt his expensive silk tie being tied across my eyes as a blindfold.

Next: Does Dirty Debbie get to keep her job?

Ten Guys Fill A Hole-The Answer

They closed in on me; two removed the rest of my clothing. No one spoke - there was no need. The air around me was filled with the tantalizing, tempting, musky smell of man. That musk always draws me to cock, always. The foreman stepped up to the plate first, grabbed my head, and pushed it on to his thick hot meat. He slid over my tongue, his cockhead soon tickled the back of my throat, and that basic instinct hit me – s u c k , suck bitch!
He moaned out his approval.
Most of the crew started beating their meat or massaging their balls now. One moved next to me to fondle and play with my tits, another started spanking my ass while licking around my asshole and between the puffy lips of my pussy, still another shoved three fingers into my soaking wet cunt.
The others that were still standing by, jerking off, urged them all on. All the sensation, all over my body was exhilarating. I moaned, or least as best I could with a thick cock stuffing my face. This seemed to take him over the edge and I soon felt and tasted the tang of his milk shoot down my throat. He pulled out of my mouth and again, almost instantly, another different smelling, different tasting cock was pushing through my lips, wanting the attention of my tongue, my mouth, and my throat. The sucking and slurping sound of me eating dick again filled the room. The guy behind me stopped eating my asshole and forced his cock up my ass. I groaned in surprise. It only took a couple minutes of pumping and spanking my ass until he was shooting his load. Soon after that, I swallowed more hot cum.
Things were starting to become a blur when they picked me up and put me down on the kitchen table. I was on my back, surrounded by my man crew. One of the bigger guys mounted me, my head fell back over the edge of the table, and I was introduced to yet another tasty dick. The thrusts into my slippery pussy facilitated my face fuck.
Others encircled me again, sucking and biting my tits, and then I felt the magic feeling of a tongue enveloping my clit. This time I let the cock in my mouth fall out so I could release a loud moan of ecstasy. He didn’t seem to mind and finished by jerking off on my tits. My tits were shoved up to my mouth and I licked them clean of his cum. By now I had lost track of how many guys had mounted me, fucked me, cum in me, had cum on me, or I had sucked off.
The sharp, musky smell of sex was heavy in the air. I felt drunk. My entire body felt as though there were no bones in it. The pleasure was incredible.
I had cum on the cocks of, and soaked the balls of ten fine men. My pussy was swollen and ached, my ass burned from being spanked and fucked, my jaws hurt from sucking, my nipples stung from being tugged at and bitten, and I loved it all.

My once strong, at attention army of cocks, had stepped back away from me, no longer at attention, flaccid now and dressed in my salvia, pussy juices, or some combination there of. The smiles were larger than they were at first on the highway. This time I smiled and gave each one an individual, snappy salute. With that, they tucked their cocks back in their pants, zipped up, and marched out. I got up off the table, wiped up what I could and got dressed. I looked forward to getting home and soaking in the tub, for a very long time. I hobbled back over to the window, the crew was finishing up, and we waved at each other. As they drove away, I realized that I now knew the answer to that age-old question – why it took ten guys to fill a hole.

What age-old question will be answered next? When will Debbie be full? How does CJ do it? Why is Deb such a ‘sucker’ for bad boys?