Lahat ng Kabanata ng Steamy Dreams : Kabanata 361 - Kabanata 370

No, from his end, this was anything but fun and games.But for some reason, it was more fun to imagine that he was playing me just as ruthlessly as I was playing him."I don't think you could," he answered smoothly. "I appreciate the offer, I really do. And I promise, I won't let any of this affect our working relationship. But I really think it's best if you return to work, and we pretend this conversation never happened.""We had a deal," I repeated. "I'm a woman of my word, sir. I'd feel much more comfortable if I...delivered on my promise.""Amber..." he softly protested, but I cut him off before his silken tongue could weave any more words."Besides," I said, my big blue eyes wide as I stared at him. "You said if you didn't get relief, you wouldn't be able to punish me any more.""Don't worry about that," he said, waving my protest away. "I should never have put that on you. I'll find a way to make it work. You don't have to do anything; just leave it with me. You'll get your pun

I moaned at the thought, before glancing around. The parking lot was empty, of course. It was the middle of the day - who was going to be leaving or arriving at work at this hour?No one was in their cars. No one except the woman who'd gone to change her shirt, after jerking her boss off.After doing an amazing job of jerking her boss off.After being her boss's good girl.I closed the door. I was sitting alone in my car in the parking lot, but I wasn't going to leave. I couldn't leave. Not after what I'd just done.Not after the amazing job I'd just done.Even though I'd just cum, I moved my hand between my legs. I'd cried twice that day, and now I was going to cum twice as well.I needed to.A shiver ran through my entire body as my hand slipped inside my pants. My panties were damp, soaked through with arousal. I slowly stroked my clit as I thought about what had happened.I was a good girl.I was Mr. Peterson's good girl.Of course I couldn't leave. I'd promised to jerk him off ev

"Juicy," Tracy joked, but her tone was encouraging."Someone just under her at work. He's, like, someone's asssistant.""Ooh, the power relationship.""She's, um, she's married, so she knows she can't do anything..."Tracy nodded. I have no idea if my Australian coworker was married. Hell, I don't even know if she was straight."...but one day, things get a little physical between her, and now she feels awful.""What did they do?" Tracy asked, and I sighed."She...used her hands to get him off. In the office."Tracy nodded. And when I didn't say anything, she told me to continue."That's it.""That's it?"She wrinkled her nose, and I felt myself getting defensive. "Well, yeah. I mean, she's married. And they did it at work."In response, Tracy laughed, and I felt a flush of embarrassment. "She jerked him off," I elaborated. "Twice! That's...that's basically an affair."Tracy started to laugh again, until she realized I was being serious."Oh, darl...that's not an affair. She just jerk

Three things slowly increased in the following week: Harry's confidence asking for oral sex from his teacher, Harry's stamina, and Harry's guilt over what he was doing. Harry and Claire had a great relationship, always had, and the blow-jobs that Mrs Jenkins enthusiastically gave out on Monday and Wednesday were starting to make him feel bad. Date night came along, and Harry decided that it was time he told Claire what was happening.He was prepared to be dumped. He hoped that she wouldn't go public; Mrs Jenkins may have sometimes been a bitch, but she certainly didn't deserve to lose her job, and any residual ill-will that Harry had felt was more than countered by her enthusiasm and love of sucking cock.They were seated in the back of Claire's car, waiting for the waitress to deliver their order of curly fries when Harry summoned the courage to be honest about his cheating."Claire, I have something to tell you..."Claire turned to look at him, surprised by his earnest tone and deme

"I hate ride-sharing.""So don't order a pool. Just get the...what's it called? An X.""That's like, $3 more."Harry laughed."I'll pay the $3 if it'll make you happy."Claire smiled at him."Thanks! You probably think I'm a real weirdo.""Yeah," Harry said, tussling her hair gently. "But not because you don't like sitting next to strangers on the way to the movie."Harry's car was at the mechanic - he'd suggested they mix up their date, but Claire had insisted on seeing the latest superhero flick, and so they'd met at hers. Harry had never used a driver app before, but Claire was an old hand. Within a few minutes of ordering showing her boyfriend how it worked, the car was rolling up to their door."Oh!" Claire said, walking down the driveway. "A woman driver.""Is that unusual?""Yeah," she said, opening the door and letting her date get in first. "It's normally men.""How's your night?" the woman in the front seat asked, smiling. "You two off to the cinema?""How did you know that?