Being a die-hard Vicky fan, a card-carrying perv, and a writer, it seemed only natural to turn some of my countless lustful fantasies about our luscious Commander into uncensored short stories for your reading pleasure. So I've created this thread to share them, and to give other creative VNA members a place to post their own Vette-centric erotica. I won't place a lot of creative restrictions on what gets posted here, but folks posting stories should adhere to the following guidelines:
1) Please post only full stories, with a beginning, middle, and an end. "I'd like to fuck Vicky and then cum all over her tits!" is a perfectly reasonable, understandable sentiment, but it isn't a story.
2) Please make sure Vicky is in your story in some capacity. She doesn't have to be the only woman in the tale, but she should be in it somewhere. (If this thread gets any response at all, I'll likely create a fan fiction thread for the other VNA Girls in another part of the Forums soon.)
3) Please check your spelling and grammar. It sounds picky, but incoherent, grammatically challenged ramblings make for very bad erotica.
4) Remember that Vicky (and Rokker!) will be able to read whatever you post here! So make your stories as dirty as your filthy little minds possibly can, but don't forget that you're writing a story about a real person. Be raunchy but respectful!
5) Praise for stories you like is appreciated, but please refrain from harshly critiquing those you don't. These are your fellow VNA members putting their work out there for you. If something doesn't work for you, just ignore it. Or better yet, write & post your own story!
My first contribution, Pool Service, is cumming right up!
The Vicky Vette XXX Fan Fiction Thread
Pool Service
A Vicky Vette Fanfic by D.K. Paine
I'd been watching the blonde in the tiny purple bikini sunbathe for about 45 minutes before she stood up, her nearly naked curves oiled and glistening in the golden sun, and made her way into the pool.
When I'd first stepped into the apartment complex's pool area, she was laying on her back on one of the chaise lounge chairs, her heavy breasts and obviously closely trimmed pubic region barely covered by tiny triangles of modena fabric held in place by thin, taut strings of the same hue.
After catching my breath, I'd reflected on my good fortune finding her here on a weekday afternoon in early June. Had it been a weekend, or later in the year, there would have been other tenants and their children cavorting in the pool's cool waters. And that would likely have compelled her to cover up more of her lightly bronzed flesh. Deserted as the place typically was on a Tuesday, she was wearing the bare minimum required to keep from breaking a half-dozen city ordinances, and my lustful eyes were reaping the rewards.
I'd greeted her as I moved past, and though she returned the "hi" and waved, there was little initial indication that she was as happy to see me as I was her. It was difficult not to stare while I stripped off my shirt and stretched for my daily routine of 50 laps, so I didn't even bother trying. I just drank in the mouthwatering sight and assumed that her eyes were closed behind her designer sunglasses. If they weren't, there could be little doubt she'd see the fat bulge she was causing in the front of my trunks.
The first 25 laps in the pool were rough enough with an aching hard-on, and things didn't get any easier for the second round when, during my brief rest, I noticed that the blonde had rolled over onto her toned belly. The bikini was a thong, and the exposed mounds of her well-oiled ass cheeks now stuck straight up in the air, causing my already racing heart to kick into overdrive. If her head hadn't been turned toward me, eyes still concealed behind reflective lenses, I might have opted to forego the remaining laps and burn off those calories beating my throbbing meat to the sight of that luscious, bare butt. Good sense prevailed, however, and I quickly resumed my swim regimen before her incredible body could cause me anymore throbbing discomfort.
I was recovering from the vigorous exercise, my back against the side of the pool, my arms stretched out along its tiled edges, when the bikini-clad sex kitten rose from her chair, set her shades on the plastic table beside it, and slipped in the water right across from me. She moved with the grace of a predatory cat on land, and that of a mermaid under the surface. Before I even realized it, she'd swam straight across the white bottom and surfaced right beside me.
After catching her breath, she flashed eyes as sparkling blue as the pool's shimmering contents and smiled warmly. "Hi, again," she said, grabbing the poolside with one hand and holding the other out for me to shake. "I'm Vicky."
Her golden hair was slicked back wet on her head, framing a face that I could now see matched the body it belonged to in both beauty and symmetry. Her full, bulbous tits, now glistening with drops of cool water, brushed up against my left shoulder, making my nipples as hard as she'd already made my cock. I took her hand and replied, "Nice to meet you, Vicky. I'm D.K."
Something about her smile abruptly became very business-like. Not cold or unfriendly; just direct and no-nonsense. "Listen, D.K.," she said, in a tone not unlike that of a teacher about to correct a misbehaving student, "I noticed that you've been staring at me since the moment you got here, and now you have a big, fat erection because of it. Am I right?"
Before I could answer, her hand found the bulge in my trunks and began to stroke me gently through the thin fabric. The sensation was so startlingly electric that no words would form in my throat.
"I am!" she exclaimed, squeezing my prick like she was testing it for ripeness. "Well, D.K., I'm very flattered. When a girl puts on a bikini like this one, she hopes guys she meets appreciate what they see." Her fingers slid further down my crotch, gingerly clutching at the full balls beneath my shorts. My head started to spin. "But you gawking at me and waving this hard dick around," she added, "is making me really, really horny, and it's tough to relax and catch some rays with my poor pussy all dripping wet and hungry."
Her fingers snaked their way underneath the elastic waistband of my trunks, encircling the engorged cock inside like the tentacles of an octopus enveloping its defenseless prey. She tugged firmly at my prick a few times, jolts of tingling pleasure shooting through it and down the length of my legs. "The problem is," Vicky continued, "that I'm in a committed relationship, and my man will be home in less than an hour. So as much as I'd love to let you ram this huge cock into me and satisfy both our needs, I think it's best if I save my wet pussy for him. Don't you agree?"
She was pulling even more urgently at my tender dick flesh now, making it impossible to articulate a coherent argument, no matter how much I wanted to dispute her assertion. "I don't know..." was all I could get out before the tip of her red-nailed index finger found my sensitive piss hole and started tracing maddening circles around its rim.
"Don't worry, though, loverboy," she purred, the schoolteacher tone giving way to something much more wanton and uninhibited. "I'm no cocktease, getting boys all hot and bothered and then sending them home with blue balls." Pushing down the front of my trunks with her wrist, she looked down through the crystal water at my half-exposed pecker. "It's my fault you're like this, so the least I could do is sit here with you for a while and help you work it out."
It really hadn't hit me that I was getting jacked off in a public pool in broad daylight until she pulled my red trunks down around my knees, letting my hard cock and bloated balls hang free in the water. As I glanced around in a mild panic, Vicky took hold of my root again and began to pump it vigorously in her clenched fist.
The pleasure was overwhelming, and she grinned with self-satisfaction as she stroked harder and harder. "If we were inside somewhere'" she said, "I'd just take you over to that chair, lube you up with suntan oil, and jack you off all nice and slippery. In fact, I’d probably let you fuck my tits. But since some of the units in the complex are close enough that you can see down here from the upstairs windows, we'll just have to stay put." She abruptly slowed her cadence, squeezing my broad crown in her soft palm, and tracing its underside with the tips of her nimble fingers. "Sorry if the water makes things a little dry. But this isn't my first time playing in a pool. The trick is just to grip a little tighter."
With that, her fist once more enveloped my shaft, clutching so tightly that it hurt a little. She resumed her jerking, this time even more relentlessly than before. Involuntarily, I bit my lower lip, and my eyes started to roll back into my head. The torque she was putting on my swollen pecker was indescribable, and already I was hurtling toward mind-blowing eruption under her furious, fantastic assault.
"Too much?" she asked, in a breathless whisper. I shook my head no, but she kept talking. "Just think about it like this, loverboy - if I'd let you fuck me, you'd have torn my pussy apart, wouldn't you?"
Her fist fucked faster and faster, coaxing the cum up my urethra, stoking the pressure behind my cockhead to the boiling point. "You'd have thrown me up against that fence right there, bent me over, and pounded my cunt until I had tears in my eyes." Her other hand appeared under my balls, cupping them and squeezing rhythmically in time to the stroke of her wrist.
"With a dick this big and this hard, you'd have left me so raw I wouldn't be able to walk straight!" My scrotum tightened up in her palm, her jacking hand a blur as it feverishly milked my purple-veined erection. "Wouldn't you?"
Something inside my prick exploded like a water balloon filled to bursting, my whole body convulsing with electric release, and jet after jet of milky cum pulsed from my cock hole, into the glassy blue water. Vicky didn't stop pumping away at me until every last drop was expelled, and even then she seemed reluctant to let up. I finally had to pull her pistoning hand away from my drained hose because the aftershocks of climax were too intense to endure with the gorgeous blonde vixen still desperately churning my dick like her life depended on it.
Besides, I knew if I let her keep going, I'd get hard and horny again. And if that happened, her man and anyone who might be watching be damned; I would grab her and fuck her silly regardless!
Free of her delicious grip, I watched through a blissful haze as she swam away and climbed out of the pool, her ass swaying hypnotically as it crossed the concrete deck. She never looked back or said another word, but the grin on her lovely face as she scooped up her things and left the pool told me she'd enjoyed the aquatic handjob almost as much as I had. I was so shell-shocked from the fantastic fapping that I nearly forgot to pull my shorts back up, and had to scramble to get them on when two little old ladies in outmoded one-pieces showed up for an afternoon dip.
I wasn't sure then if I'd ever see Vicky again. She wasn't at the pool the next day, or the day after. But on Friday morning, I opened my apartment door and found a blank white envelope awaiting me on the doormat. The envelope smelled like coconut suntan oil. Opening it, I found a glossy print of a candid selfie of Vicky looking dreamily up into the camera, her man's lucky cock buried between her crimson lips. On the back of the photo was a handwritten message that told me my filthy little mermaid masturbator and I would cross paths again soon:
"Sucking him, but thinking of you!
Pool party on Monday?
Love,
Vicky"
A Vicky Vette Fanfic by D.K. Paine
I'd been watching the blonde in the tiny purple bikini sunbathe for about 45 minutes before she stood up, her nearly naked curves oiled and glistening in the golden sun, and made her way into the pool.
When I'd first stepped into the apartment complex's pool area, she was laying on her back on one of the chaise lounge chairs, her heavy breasts and obviously closely trimmed pubic region barely covered by tiny triangles of modena fabric held in place by thin, taut strings of the same hue.
After catching my breath, I'd reflected on my good fortune finding her here on a weekday afternoon in early June. Had it been a weekend, or later in the year, there would have been other tenants and their children cavorting in the pool's cool waters. And that would likely have compelled her to cover up more of her lightly bronzed flesh. Deserted as the place typically was on a Tuesday, she was wearing the bare minimum required to keep from breaking a half-dozen city ordinances, and my lustful eyes were reaping the rewards.
I'd greeted her as I moved past, and though she returned the "hi" and waved, there was little initial indication that she was as happy to see me as I was her. It was difficult not to stare while I stripped off my shirt and stretched for my daily routine of 50 laps, so I didn't even bother trying. I just drank in the mouthwatering sight and assumed that her eyes were closed behind her designer sunglasses. If they weren't, there could be little doubt she'd see the fat bulge she was causing in the front of my trunks.
The first 25 laps in the pool were rough enough with an aching hard-on, and things didn't get any easier for the second round when, during my brief rest, I noticed that the blonde had rolled over onto her toned belly. The bikini was a thong, and the exposed mounds of her well-oiled ass cheeks now stuck straight up in the air, causing my already racing heart to kick into overdrive. If her head hadn't been turned toward me, eyes still concealed behind reflective lenses, I might have opted to forego the remaining laps and burn off those calories beating my throbbing meat to the sight of that luscious, bare butt. Good sense prevailed, however, and I quickly resumed my swim regimen before her incredible body could cause me anymore throbbing discomfort.
I was recovering from the vigorous exercise, my back against the side of the pool, my arms stretched out along its tiled edges, when the bikini-clad sex kitten rose from her chair, set her shades on the plastic table beside it, and slipped in the water right across from me. She moved with the grace of a predatory cat on land, and that of a mermaid under the surface. Before I even realized it, she'd swam straight across the white bottom and surfaced right beside me.
After catching her breath, she flashed eyes as sparkling blue as the pool's shimmering contents and smiled warmly. "Hi, again," she said, grabbing the poolside with one hand and holding the other out for me to shake. "I'm Vicky."
Her golden hair was slicked back wet on her head, framing a face that I could now see matched the body it belonged to in both beauty and symmetry. Her full, bulbous tits, now glistening with drops of cool water, brushed up against my left shoulder, making my nipples as hard as she'd already made my cock. I took her hand and replied, "Nice to meet you, Vicky. I'm D.K."
Something about her smile abruptly became very business-like. Not cold or unfriendly; just direct and no-nonsense. "Listen, D.K.," she said, in a tone not unlike that of a teacher about to correct a misbehaving student, "I noticed that you've been staring at me since the moment you got here, and now you have a big, fat erection because of it. Am I right?"
Before I could answer, her hand found the bulge in my trunks and began to stroke me gently through the thin fabric. The sensation was so startlingly electric that no words would form in my throat.
"I am!" she exclaimed, squeezing my prick like she was testing it for ripeness. "Well, D.K., I'm very flattered. When a girl puts on a bikini like this one, she hopes guys she meets appreciate what they see." Her fingers slid further down my crotch, gingerly clutching at the full balls beneath my shorts. My head started to spin. "But you gawking at me and waving this hard dick around," she added, "is making me really, really horny, and it's tough to relax and catch some rays with my poor pussy all dripping wet and hungry."
Her fingers snaked their way underneath the elastic waistband of my trunks, encircling the engorged cock inside like the tentacles of an octopus enveloping its defenseless prey. She tugged firmly at my prick a few times, jolts of tingling pleasure shooting through it and down the length of my legs. "The problem is," Vicky continued, "that I'm in a committed relationship, and my man will be home in less than an hour. So as much as I'd love to let you ram this huge cock into me and satisfy both our needs, I think it's best if I save my wet pussy for him. Don't you agree?"
She was pulling even more urgently at my tender dick flesh now, making it impossible to articulate a coherent argument, no matter how much I wanted to dispute her assertion. "I don't know..." was all I could get out before the tip of her red-nailed index finger found my sensitive piss hole and started tracing maddening circles around its rim.
"Don't worry, though, loverboy," she purred, the schoolteacher tone giving way to something much more wanton and uninhibited. "I'm no cocktease, getting boys all hot and bothered and then sending them home with blue balls." Pushing down the front of my trunks with her wrist, she looked down through the crystal water at my half-exposed pecker. "It's my fault you're like this, so the least I could do is sit here with you for a while and help you work it out."
It really hadn't hit me that I was getting jacked off in a public pool in broad daylight until she pulled my red trunks down around my knees, letting my hard cock and bloated balls hang free in the water. As I glanced around in a mild panic, Vicky took hold of my root again and began to pump it vigorously in her clenched fist.
The pleasure was overwhelming, and she grinned with self-satisfaction as she stroked harder and harder. "If we were inside somewhere'" she said, "I'd just take you over to that chair, lube you up with suntan oil, and jack you off all nice and slippery. In fact, I’d probably let you fuck my tits. But since some of the units in the complex are close enough that you can see down here from the upstairs windows, we'll just have to stay put." She abruptly slowed her cadence, squeezing my broad crown in her soft palm, and tracing its underside with the tips of her nimble fingers. "Sorry if the water makes things a little dry. But this isn't my first time playing in a pool. The trick is just to grip a little tighter."
With that, her fist once more enveloped my shaft, clutching so tightly that it hurt a little. She resumed her jerking, this time even more relentlessly than before. Involuntarily, I bit my lower lip, and my eyes started to roll back into my head. The torque she was putting on my swollen pecker was indescribable, and already I was hurtling toward mind-blowing eruption under her furious, fantastic assault.
"Too much?" she asked, in a breathless whisper. I shook my head no, but she kept talking. "Just think about it like this, loverboy - if I'd let you fuck me, you'd have torn my pussy apart, wouldn't you?"
Her fist fucked faster and faster, coaxing the cum up my urethra, stoking the pressure behind my cockhead to the boiling point. "You'd have thrown me up against that fence right there, bent me over, and pounded my cunt until I had tears in my eyes." Her other hand appeared under my balls, cupping them and squeezing rhythmically in time to the stroke of her wrist.
"With a dick this big and this hard, you'd have left me so raw I wouldn't be able to walk straight!" My scrotum tightened up in her palm, her jacking hand a blur as it feverishly milked my purple-veined erection. "Wouldn't you?"
Something inside my prick exploded like a water balloon filled to bursting, my whole body convulsing with electric release, and jet after jet of milky cum pulsed from my cock hole, into the glassy blue water. Vicky didn't stop pumping away at me until every last drop was expelled, and even then she seemed reluctant to let up. I finally had to pull her pistoning hand away from my drained hose because the aftershocks of climax were too intense to endure with the gorgeous blonde vixen still desperately churning my dick like her life depended on it.
Besides, I knew if I let her keep going, I'd get hard and horny again. And if that happened, her man and anyone who might be watching be damned; I would grab her and fuck her silly regardless!
Free of her delicious grip, I watched through a blissful haze as she swam away and climbed out of the pool, her ass swaying hypnotically as it crossed the concrete deck. She never looked back or said another word, but the grin on her lovely face as she scooped up her things and left the pool told me she'd enjoyed the aquatic handjob almost as much as I had. I was so shell-shocked from the fantastic fapping that I nearly forgot to pull my shorts back up, and had to scramble to get them on when two little old ladies in outmoded one-pieces showed up for an afternoon dip.
I wasn't sure then if I'd ever see Vicky again. She wasn't at the pool the next day, or the day after. But on Friday morning, I opened my apartment door and found a blank white envelope awaiting me on the doormat. The envelope smelled like coconut suntan oil. Opening it, I found a glossy print of a candid selfie of Vicky looking dreamily up into the camera, her man's lucky cock buried between her crimson lips. On the back of the photo was a handwritten message that told me my filthy little mermaid masturbator and I would cross paths again soon:
"Sucking him, but thinking of you!
Pool party on Monday?
Love,
Vicky"
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Omg! That was so hot! Do you write for penthouse? lol... I absolutely love it! Great stuff for future scenes too! I can't believe no one else has commented on this yet? I have an excuse, lol... was preparing for a hurricane, but not the hurricane in your pants!
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That was dang hot. Good writing. Although...I was expecting Rokkerr to show up with a shotgun...
Can't get higher praise for smutty fan fiction than a rave review from the woman the story is about! Glad you liked it! More to cum (though I promise "D.K." won't be the guy in every story)!stickyvicky wrote:Omg! That was so hot! Do you write for penthouse? lol... I absolutely love it! Great stuff for future scenes too! I can't believe no one else has commented on this yet? I have an excuse, lol... was preparing for a hurricane, but not the hurricane in your pants!
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I was going to read it a couple of days ago, but I was alone with the dog so I figured I'd get back to it today 
Great story....A fine piece of fiction (or was it?)
Great story....A fine piece of fiction (or was it?)
Kicking Ass and Taking Names :)
Sadly, it was only fiction. Though I can't say for certain what Vicky has done in swimming pools in real life over the years!CGYMike wrote:I was going to read it a couple of days ago, but I was alone with the dog so I figured I'd get back to it today
Great story....A fine piece of fiction (or was it?)
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You need only to go through Vcky's video archives to find out what she has done, and where she has done it. Her latest video with RubberDoll in her pool will have you "pulling the goalie" (its a Canadian thing)DKPaine13 wrote:Sadly, it was only fiction. Though I can't say for certain what Vicky has done in swimming pools in real life over the years!CGYMike wrote:I was going to read it a couple of days ago, but I was alone with the dog so I figured I'd get back to it today
Great story....A fine piece of fiction (or was it?)
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WOW...that was very nice, D. K. Very much Penthouse grade, and worthy of Vicky.
I'm seriously considering posting a Vicky fantasy of my own, based roughly on her classic "Evaluation" video vignette. It probably won't be as well written as what you wrote, but it's as much a turn on for me as your fanfic is.
Whatever about Rokkerr...he's probably in the background watching and jerking himself off anyway. Besides, he gets the full treatment afterwards, so what would be his beef??
I'm seriously considering posting a Vicky fantasy of my own, based roughly on her classic "Evaluation" video vignette. It probably won't be as well written as what you wrote, but it's as much a turn on for me as your fanfic is.
Whatever about Rokkerr...he's probably in the background watching and jerking himself off anyway. Besides, he gets the full treatment afterwards, so what would be his beef??
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Please post them AJK and Josh! Its the biggest compliment you can ever give me!
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Awesome that this thread is inspiring folks, and that the lady who gets us all hot & bothered fantasizing about her is on board! Thanks for all the positive feedback!stickyvicky wrote:Please post them AJK and Josh! Its the biggest compliment you can ever give me!
I have another story I plan to post tonight or tomorrow, after I proof it one last time. In it, Vicky moves from the pool to the kitchen, and there may be food involved...
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Are you sure DK is not short for Dean Koontz? Other then your writing is xxx, you have his writing style with such detail! Bringing us right there, like we are sitting on a lounger ourselves enjoying up close and personal.
I love it.
I love it.
I'm a lot like Dean Koontz, except for that whole "best-selling multimillionaire" thing.EmilyRain wrote:Are you sure DK is not short for Dean Koontz? Other then your writing is xxx, you have his writing style with such detail! Bringing us right there, like we are sitting on a lounger ourselves enjoying up close and personal.
I love it.
But thank you for the compliment!I see some Emily Rain fan fic in my future.
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Hot Lunch
A Vicky Vette fanfic by D.K Paine
Vicky went into the kitchen fully intending to fix Joe, the 19-year-old kid from next door, a cucumber sandwich and a glass of lemonade to enjoy when he finished mowing her grass. But seeing him out there working so hard, his bare chest glistening with sweat in the blazing summer sun, his lean muscles rippling as he pushed the mower back and forth across the lush lawn, had made her more than a little horny. Her mind made a logical, lascivious leap to something other than lunch when she withdrew a gigantic cucumber from the crisper drawer of the refrigerator.
The thing was huge and curved, like the cock of some massive green monster, and the feel of it in her hands was almost entrancing. Beneath her little blue cotton shorts, her pussy became instantly wet, and she found herself absently stroking the big vegetable, her fingers barely reaching all the way around at its widest point. Her hard nipples strained the fabric of her white Led Zeppelin t-shirt, Vicky brushing the stiff cucumber across them and feeling a jolt of pleasure shoot through her.
Alone in the house, it occurred to her that her strapping young neighbor probably wouldn't be finished for a while, and that he just might like his sandwich seasoned with a little fresh cooze juice from her lunch box.
Though there was no one else in the house, she furtively looked around like a child about to raid a cookie jar. One hand pulled her shorts and white panties to the side, the other moving the enormous cucumber between her legs. Leaning back against the counter, she brought one end of the thing up to her exposed twat lips. She gasped aloud as the verdant tip contacted her sensitive female flesh, the nub of the closely trimmed stem grazing her swollen clit.
With one more cautious glance around the little kitchen, Vicky pushed the faux prick up into her hungry hole, her knees going weak as it forced her open inch by delightful inch. "Oh, shit!" she muttered as she bit her lower lip, concerned that she might climax before she could even get the thing halfway in. It felt even bigger inside her than it had in her hands. By the seventh inch - a little over two-thirds of the thick gherkin - she began to doubt her ability to remain standing much longer. She didn’t want to stop fucking herself with it yet, but was she prepared to throw caution to the wind and take the fun to the linoleum floor? Could she get back to her feet in time to play it off if Joe walked in?
Pushing the big green shaft deeper still, she concluded that she needed to shift positions soon or risk falling on her ass and getting caught with the young man’s lunch buried a foot up her snatch. There'd be no playing innocent then! So, after a long, languid moment slowly twisting the massive zucchini inside her very happy hole, she withdrew it and turned to face the marble counter. Again peeling her shorts and undies to one side, she reached back with the slick cuke and reinserted it, from behind.
The new angle brought fresh waves of pleasure, the curved veggie sliding over tender spots it had missed entirely while impaling her from below. Though the air conditioning was on, it was suddenly twenty degrees hotter in the kitchen, and the rapidly mounting, electric ecstasy pulsing through her from the juicy depths of her womanhood made her momentarily forget all about the shirtless boy toy working outside.
She shoved the giant cucumber in so far that she nearly lost her grip on it, her fingers desperately clutching to withdraw it before the whole thing was lost inside. Adjusting her grip, she began to slowly, deliberately fuck herself from behind with it. Each stroke engulfed her in another wave of heat and joy, the big plant prick exquisitely stretching her cunt walls and dancing tantalizingly back and forth across the nerve endings within. The pressure in her loins was ramping up like a pot about to boil over. She plundered her pussy harder, hurtling toward an orgasm guaranteed to make the sandwich she planned to prepare afterward a creamy culinary treat.
"Miss Vette?"
Vicky nearly jumped through the ceiling at the sudden sound of Joe’s voice. The cucumber was still half buried in her box, but her hands shot up reflexively, gesturing as if to say, "I wasn't doing anything wrong!" Her flushed face turned bright red with shocked embarrassment. A thin rivulet of girl nectar ran down the exposed end of the cucumber, dripping like sweet syrup to the floor below.
"I was just..." was all Vicky could get out before the rugged young neighbor interrupted her.
"You were just fucking a cucumber," he said, grinning from ear to ear, “in your kitchen."
Vicky quickly extracted the sopping wet vegetable, unable to completely ignore how fantastic it felt sliding out even as her mind searched frantically for some way to explain or justify her actions. She tossed it on the cutting board on the counter, next to the plate where she'd already laid out two slices of bread. "I got a little horny, watching you cut the grass," she confessed sheepishly, unable to come up with a more plausible excuse.
The kid nodded. "I can see that," he said. "The question is, now that I'm done mowing the lawn, what are we going to do about it?"
Without waiting for an answer, he stepped up to her and spun her around, pressing the rock-hard bulge in his shorts between the soft mounds of her ass cheeks. The thin layers of material between them did little to dull the buzzing sensation which struck Vicky as the arch of the stiff, barely legal cock pushed against the tender ring of her anus. He pulled aside her blonde hair and his lips found her neck, her whole body melting beneath the wet heat of his kisses.
His lips engulfed her earlobe, one of her most sensitive pleasure spots, and she wished for a fleeting second that the cucumber was still inside her, because she would have cum all over it right then and there. Joe sucked gently at the soft lobe, then whispered, "I like salads, too." She had no time to ask what that meant before he added, "Especially when they're thoroughly tossed!"
Abruptly, he dropped to a squat and jerked her panties and shorts down so hard that she had to grab the counter with both hands to keep from toppling sideways. "Joe..." she began, but his fingers had already spread her buttocks, and his tongue was already snaking its way into her tiny sphincter.
There were few things that Vicky loved more than having her ass eaten. The sensation of a hot, flickering tongue painting her hypersensitive butthole with slippery saliva was like no other, a relentless firestorm of pleasure so intense that she could only stand it once in a great while, when she was really, really horny. Having such a perfectly round little butt since puberty had always made finding willing volunteers to taste her bung easy, but the delirious bliss of being tongue-fucked in the ass was simply too overpowering. It was to her what too much booze was to an alcoholic; it made her not care about anything else except getting as much of it as possible, for as long as she possibly could.
Of course, the boy couldn’t have known that. It was simply a case of him being so turned on by the sight of her banging herself with a big, fat legume that he showed her no mercy in his ass-eating efforts. He coated the outside of her sphincter with spit, lapping around and around in ever-quickening circles that made her little ring involuntarily pulse open and shut. Accepting this reflexive invitation, he pushed his tongue past the anal gateway, filling and stretching it as he probed its inner rim. Vicky's body was already being rocked by fiery spasms of almost painful, volcanic bliss. She let go of the counter with one hand, reaching back to clutch a handful of his wavy, brown hair. Teeth gritted, she pulled his face as deep into her ass crack as it would go and held it there, determined to ride his sodomizing tongue all the way to orgasmic eruption.
When she came, it was like being swallowed by a forest fire. Something in her pussy exploded with earth-shattering release, the whole world turned shades of brilliant orange, and heat flashed over her in great torrents, drawing beads of sweat from every pore on her body. From head to toe, her muscles momentarily lost contact with her brain, tensing up tightly and staying clenched as though bracing for some sort of impact. She knocked the plate with the two slices of bread on the floor, and it shattered into a half-dozen pieces. Though she wasn't aware of pulling it free, the hand she'd used to hold his head was now back on the counter, several strands of his hair still clutched in her closed, white-knuckled fist.
The climax had only just begun to subside when suddenly her dripping cunt was filled to its hottest depths with rigid cock. "My turn," Joe said, rather cruelly, and Vicky's head and shoulders were abruptly forced down onto the marble counter by one of his powerful hands. The other dug its dirty fingers into her left hip, pulling her freshly tongued ass back and up to provide his invading member with the most unfettered access to her pussy.
Vicky cried out in bliss and pain as the neighbor less than half her age began hammering furiously in and out of her defenseless twat. Still gripped by quivering aftershocks from her own fiery orgasm, she could do nothing but grit her teeth again, clench her eyes shut tightly, and take his thrusting assault as he pounded and pounded toward his own climax. She wouldn't have stopped him even if she could have, because she loved being fucked almost as much as she enjoyed having her ass eaten, and nothing in the world felt better, as far as she was concerned, than getting one immediately after the other.
But even in her post-orgasmic delirium, she reeled at how ferocious and unrelenting he was in his fevered drilling. A little voice in the back of her mind said that this is what a girl gets for getting caught playing with herself, and if she weren't being slammed so fiercely against the hard countertop, she might have laughed at the thought. Instead, she clenched her fists tightly and wondered if she could take much more of the youthful stud's savage, animal rutting.
She wasn't at all prepared for what happened next, which was that a new pressure suddenly arose within her, and she came a second time. This time was harder, more explosive, and totally unexpected, a violent tremor that made her eyes roll up involuntarily into her head, and shot blazing bolts of bioelectric current simultaneously to the ends of her every extremity. For a split second, she actually slipped out of consciousness, the pleasure so overpowering that her nervous system couldn't process any other sensation until it had passed.
When her head started to clear, she heard Joe grunt something about her being a good filthy whore, and her red ass cheeks were abruptly splattered with great globs of sticky, viscous semen. Without being totally aware of what she was doing, she immediately turned and squatted, taking the still spurting prick into her mouth. The last jet of his ball milk shot out onto her tongue and she quickly swallowed it. She spent the next couple minutes eagerly sucking his spent sword clean of her succulent pussy flavor.
A short time later, the kitchen all tidied up, Vicky and Joe enjoyed a leisurely respite on the back porch swing, both still awash in the warm afterglow of unexpected afternoon orgasms. She smiled dreamily as she watched him wolf down a cucumber sandwich, telling her between bites, "The second most delicious thing I've eaten all day!"
A Vicky Vette fanfic by D.K Paine
Vicky went into the kitchen fully intending to fix Joe, the 19-year-old kid from next door, a cucumber sandwich and a glass of lemonade to enjoy when he finished mowing her grass. But seeing him out there working so hard, his bare chest glistening with sweat in the blazing summer sun, his lean muscles rippling as he pushed the mower back and forth across the lush lawn, had made her more than a little horny. Her mind made a logical, lascivious leap to something other than lunch when she withdrew a gigantic cucumber from the crisper drawer of the refrigerator.
The thing was huge and curved, like the cock of some massive green monster, and the feel of it in her hands was almost entrancing. Beneath her little blue cotton shorts, her pussy became instantly wet, and she found herself absently stroking the big vegetable, her fingers barely reaching all the way around at its widest point. Her hard nipples strained the fabric of her white Led Zeppelin t-shirt, Vicky brushing the stiff cucumber across them and feeling a jolt of pleasure shoot through her.
Alone in the house, it occurred to her that her strapping young neighbor probably wouldn't be finished for a while, and that he just might like his sandwich seasoned with a little fresh cooze juice from her lunch box.
Though there was no one else in the house, she furtively looked around like a child about to raid a cookie jar. One hand pulled her shorts and white panties to the side, the other moving the enormous cucumber between her legs. Leaning back against the counter, she brought one end of the thing up to her exposed twat lips. She gasped aloud as the verdant tip contacted her sensitive female flesh, the nub of the closely trimmed stem grazing her swollen clit.
With one more cautious glance around the little kitchen, Vicky pushed the faux prick up into her hungry hole, her knees going weak as it forced her open inch by delightful inch. "Oh, shit!" she muttered as she bit her lower lip, concerned that she might climax before she could even get the thing halfway in. It felt even bigger inside her than it had in her hands. By the seventh inch - a little over two-thirds of the thick gherkin - she began to doubt her ability to remain standing much longer. She didn’t want to stop fucking herself with it yet, but was she prepared to throw caution to the wind and take the fun to the linoleum floor? Could she get back to her feet in time to play it off if Joe walked in?
Pushing the big green shaft deeper still, she concluded that she needed to shift positions soon or risk falling on her ass and getting caught with the young man’s lunch buried a foot up her snatch. There'd be no playing innocent then! So, after a long, languid moment slowly twisting the massive zucchini inside her very happy hole, she withdrew it and turned to face the marble counter. Again peeling her shorts and undies to one side, she reached back with the slick cuke and reinserted it, from behind.
The new angle brought fresh waves of pleasure, the curved veggie sliding over tender spots it had missed entirely while impaling her from below. Though the air conditioning was on, it was suddenly twenty degrees hotter in the kitchen, and the rapidly mounting, electric ecstasy pulsing through her from the juicy depths of her womanhood made her momentarily forget all about the shirtless boy toy working outside.
She shoved the giant cucumber in so far that she nearly lost her grip on it, her fingers desperately clutching to withdraw it before the whole thing was lost inside. Adjusting her grip, she began to slowly, deliberately fuck herself from behind with it. Each stroke engulfed her in another wave of heat and joy, the big plant prick exquisitely stretching her cunt walls and dancing tantalizingly back and forth across the nerve endings within. The pressure in her loins was ramping up like a pot about to boil over. She plundered her pussy harder, hurtling toward an orgasm guaranteed to make the sandwich she planned to prepare afterward a creamy culinary treat.
"Miss Vette?"
Vicky nearly jumped through the ceiling at the sudden sound of Joe’s voice. The cucumber was still half buried in her box, but her hands shot up reflexively, gesturing as if to say, "I wasn't doing anything wrong!" Her flushed face turned bright red with shocked embarrassment. A thin rivulet of girl nectar ran down the exposed end of the cucumber, dripping like sweet syrup to the floor below.
"I was just..." was all Vicky could get out before the rugged young neighbor interrupted her.
"You were just fucking a cucumber," he said, grinning from ear to ear, “in your kitchen."
Vicky quickly extracted the sopping wet vegetable, unable to completely ignore how fantastic it felt sliding out even as her mind searched frantically for some way to explain or justify her actions. She tossed it on the cutting board on the counter, next to the plate where she'd already laid out two slices of bread. "I got a little horny, watching you cut the grass," she confessed sheepishly, unable to come up with a more plausible excuse.
The kid nodded. "I can see that," he said. "The question is, now that I'm done mowing the lawn, what are we going to do about it?"
Without waiting for an answer, he stepped up to her and spun her around, pressing the rock-hard bulge in his shorts between the soft mounds of her ass cheeks. The thin layers of material between them did little to dull the buzzing sensation which struck Vicky as the arch of the stiff, barely legal cock pushed against the tender ring of her anus. He pulled aside her blonde hair and his lips found her neck, her whole body melting beneath the wet heat of his kisses.
His lips engulfed her earlobe, one of her most sensitive pleasure spots, and she wished for a fleeting second that the cucumber was still inside her, because she would have cum all over it right then and there. Joe sucked gently at the soft lobe, then whispered, "I like salads, too." She had no time to ask what that meant before he added, "Especially when they're thoroughly tossed!"
Abruptly, he dropped to a squat and jerked her panties and shorts down so hard that she had to grab the counter with both hands to keep from toppling sideways. "Joe..." she began, but his fingers had already spread her buttocks, and his tongue was already snaking its way into her tiny sphincter.
There were few things that Vicky loved more than having her ass eaten. The sensation of a hot, flickering tongue painting her hypersensitive butthole with slippery saliva was like no other, a relentless firestorm of pleasure so intense that she could only stand it once in a great while, when she was really, really horny. Having such a perfectly round little butt since puberty had always made finding willing volunteers to taste her bung easy, but the delirious bliss of being tongue-fucked in the ass was simply too overpowering. It was to her what too much booze was to an alcoholic; it made her not care about anything else except getting as much of it as possible, for as long as she possibly could.
Of course, the boy couldn’t have known that. It was simply a case of him being so turned on by the sight of her banging herself with a big, fat legume that he showed her no mercy in his ass-eating efforts. He coated the outside of her sphincter with spit, lapping around and around in ever-quickening circles that made her little ring involuntarily pulse open and shut. Accepting this reflexive invitation, he pushed his tongue past the anal gateway, filling and stretching it as he probed its inner rim. Vicky's body was already being rocked by fiery spasms of almost painful, volcanic bliss. She let go of the counter with one hand, reaching back to clutch a handful of his wavy, brown hair. Teeth gritted, she pulled his face as deep into her ass crack as it would go and held it there, determined to ride his sodomizing tongue all the way to orgasmic eruption.
When she came, it was like being swallowed by a forest fire. Something in her pussy exploded with earth-shattering release, the whole world turned shades of brilliant orange, and heat flashed over her in great torrents, drawing beads of sweat from every pore on her body. From head to toe, her muscles momentarily lost contact with her brain, tensing up tightly and staying clenched as though bracing for some sort of impact. She knocked the plate with the two slices of bread on the floor, and it shattered into a half-dozen pieces. Though she wasn't aware of pulling it free, the hand she'd used to hold his head was now back on the counter, several strands of his hair still clutched in her closed, white-knuckled fist.
The climax had only just begun to subside when suddenly her dripping cunt was filled to its hottest depths with rigid cock. "My turn," Joe said, rather cruelly, and Vicky's head and shoulders were abruptly forced down onto the marble counter by one of his powerful hands. The other dug its dirty fingers into her left hip, pulling her freshly tongued ass back and up to provide his invading member with the most unfettered access to her pussy.
Vicky cried out in bliss and pain as the neighbor less than half her age began hammering furiously in and out of her defenseless twat. Still gripped by quivering aftershocks from her own fiery orgasm, she could do nothing but grit her teeth again, clench her eyes shut tightly, and take his thrusting assault as he pounded and pounded toward his own climax. She wouldn't have stopped him even if she could have, because she loved being fucked almost as much as she enjoyed having her ass eaten, and nothing in the world felt better, as far as she was concerned, than getting one immediately after the other.
But even in her post-orgasmic delirium, she reeled at how ferocious and unrelenting he was in his fevered drilling. A little voice in the back of her mind said that this is what a girl gets for getting caught playing with herself, and if she weren't being slammed so fiercely against the hard countertop, she might have laughed at the thought. Instead, she clenched her fists tightly and wondered if she could take much more of the youthful stud's savage, animal rutting.
She wasn't at all prepared for what happened next, which was that a new pressure suddenly arose within her, and she came a second time. This time was harder, more explosive, and totally unexpected, a violent tremor that made her eyes roll up involuntarily into her head, and shot blazing bolts of bioelectric current simultaneously to the ends of her every extremity. For a split second, she actually slipped out of consciousness, the pleasure so overpowering that her nervous system couldn't process any other sensation until it had passed.
When her head started to clear, she heard Joe grunt something about her being a good filthy whore, and her red ass cheeks were abruptly splattered with great globs of sticky, viscous semen. Without being totally aware of what she was doing, she immediately turned and squatted, taking the still spurting prick into her mouth. The last jet of his ball milk shot out onto her tongue and she quickly swallowed it. She spent the next couple minutes eagerly sucking his spent sword clean of her succulent pussy flavor.
A short time later, the kitchen all tidied up, Vicky and Joe enjoyed a leisurely respite on the back porch swing, both still awash in the warm afterglow of unexpected afternoon orgasms. She smiled dreamily as she watched him wolf down a cucumber sandwich, telling her between bites, "The second most delicious thing I've eaten all day!"
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Your very welcome and with writing like yours... I can't wait for a fan fic! So honored.DKPaine13 wrote:I'm a lot like Dean Koontz, except for that whole "best-selling multimillionaire" thing.EmilyRain wrote:Are you sure DK is not short for Dean Koontz? Other then your writing is xxx, you have his writing style with such detail! Bringing us right there, like we are sitting on a lounger ourselves enjoying up close and personal.
I love it.
I see some Emily Rain fan fic in my future.
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I'm also planning maybe a fanfic for other VNA girls, too....starting with Sara, Gabby, Maggie, Deauxma, Nikki, and Charlee.
May be a continuing series if you approve, y'allz.The Sex Boss Chronicles:
Vicky Offers Anthony A Promotion...And Then Some
A Vicky Vette FanFic
by Anthony K.
[Presented from Anthony's perspective]
“Anthony...come by Ms. Vette's office at the end of the day before you clock out; she wants to talk to you about your annual evaluation.”
When I received this message on my mobile phone originally, I sort of cringed. Usually, it's my immediate supervisor that does the evals for their employees, not the manager of the store chain. When the latter happens, that usually means something either very, very good, like a promotion or citation for above-and-beyond service...or something very, very, very bad, as in termination due to job cuts. Since there was no indication of any cut backs since business was pretty good, I had to wonder why it had to be the head boss lady doing my eval.
Then again, it wasn't a total loss, since our main boss, Vicky Vette, was not particularly bad on the eyes. Actually, for a competent, capable, and demanding boss, she was also very attractive, if not outright sexy for a businesswoman. Even though she usually dressed and comported herself professionally, her well-kept and physically fit body still managed to turn plenty of heads, not to mention her perfectly fitted medium blonde hair and hazel blue eyes.
Oh, and did I forget to mention that she was also very well endowed, with breasts that looked to be very much enhanced beyond nature? On the occasions that we would pass each other by and share brief greetings, I could not help but notice the deep cleavage that still managed to show itself underneath the otherwise standard conservative dress. I did my best not to stare, of course, since I like my job and especially the ability to pay my bills too much to risk losing it by excessive creeping.
I also couldn't help but notice in passing that Ms. Vette tended to favor dresses that fit her body tight enough that her full, round buttocks stood out when she walked past. Some of my colleagues at work would make comments under their breath about her fine ass and what they would like to do with it, but I kept my comments to myself. When I am working, I am there to work, and I am so fully committed to my work that even pleasant distractions tend to pass on.
Yes, I really do think about sex sometimes, and have an active fantasy sex life fueled by watching plenty of porn, and by having friendships online with plenty of adult performers and cam models whom I respect and admire for their beauty and “sluttitude”. I still separate that from my work, other than during breaks and lunch when I check my personal phone for updates on ongoing events.
Usually, my evaluations would be the standard going over my efforts over the past year, getting my usual above average standard rating and the usual percentage pay raise. Since I had worked my butt off every day giving maximum effort, I totally expected this coming eval to be the usual, but with maybe an extra raise added.
Oh, but it turned out to be so much more...and so much more, shall we say, exciting.
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Right around 5 o'clock in the evening, I made my way to Vicky Vette's office for my evaluation review. The secretary, Evelyn, escorted me to a chair next to her desk and then went to her phone.
“Hey, Ms. Vicky? Anthony is here for his evaluation review.”
“Good...send him right in...and you're free to leave for the night. Have fun.”
“OK, thanks. Bye-bye.”
Evelyn – young, brunette, and shapely by her own right – turned to me and said, “Go right in, she's waiting for you. It will only be the two of you left here, so just walk on out when you are finished.”
“Fine...and thanks,” I responded. “Have a good weekend.” I set a personal standard on being courteous.
“You too, honey,” she replied back.
I briefly noticed that she looked at me with a cat-about-to-swallow-the-canary grin, as if she was on to something happening. I also noticed that her otherwise professionally trimmed uniform blouse had one unbutton undone, showing off her own tantalizing cleavage. For a moment I started to wonder if something was going on between her and the boss lady. Then, I remembered why I was there in the first place and let it pass by, walking through the door to her office.
Vicky Vette was sitting at her desk, looking at her laptop, with papers and folders neatly organized around her. She was in her usual professional teal boss outfit, but her white blouse had one button undone in the same way as her secretary was, showing off her delectable cleavage. Even with her uniform, her decently large bust still stood out from her tight waist, encased in a skimpy white lace bra.
She then looked up at me. “Hi, Anthony...just sit right down here. I'm glad to see you.” She reached her hand out to shake mine.
“The pleasure is mine, too, Ms. V,” I responded back, shaking her hand and then sitting down in the chair in front of her.
It must have been a long and stressful day for Ms. Vette, for her usually perfectly tailored blonde hair was now loose and heveled down to her shoulders. Nevertheless, she looked very much the part of the beautiful and steady boss that treated you well if you made her profit quota...but would fire your ass in a New York second if you crossed her or didn't perform.
“Alright, Anthony...this is your annual evaluation for the year. I know usually your immediate supervisor is supposed to give these out, but in your case I decided to make an exception because I have something exceptional for you.”
“Oh, boy,” I thought in my mind….this could get interesting in a good or bad way.
Vicky continued: “Basically, you've been a model employee, and your work has been exceptional. You have executed everything we've thrown at you very well, and your work ethic is consistent and phenomenal. Normally, that would qualify you for the highest pay raise.”
“OK,” I responded, internally elated at what I heard...and then that word “normally” hit me. Whaaa…
“On a lark, I took a deeper look into your files, and discovered your personal Twitter timeline and your blog. Needless to say, it was very...enlightening. You do have some very, very, eccentric political and social views and opinions.”
“Oh, shit”, I thought to myself, “I'm going to get fired over my Leftie political views.” Although internally shaken, I managed to collect myself on the outside and reply: “OK, but how do my personal political views have anything to do with my job performance? I don't push them on anyone while I work. Is this a problem?”
“Easy, Anthony,” Ms. Vette said, “You're not going to be fired over your personal opinions. It may be an issue for some of our more conservative customers, who might be put off over one of our best employees being so open about his views.”
“So, are you telling me that I shouldn't express how I feel just to protect the company? Should I tone it down or completely censor myself just to perform my job?”
“Oh, hell no,” Ms. V replied. “I don't censor anyone who works for me. And in fact, I admire someone who's willing to speak his mind.
“But, anyway, it's not so much your politics that grabbed my interest. I also noticed that your Twitter TL has plenty of mentions and likes of porn stars, porn models, and some very sexy women, and not to mention, plenty of explicit sexual content. That might be a bit more problematic for this workplace.”
The thought of me having to erase 10 years of tweets and blog posts to save my job flashed through my brain like the H-bomb blasting Hiroshima. “So, I like porn, like about 99.99% of most adult men. I only view porn in private, outside of work, and I tweet and post anonymously. Again, is that a problem?”
“For me? Not at all. But, it might be a threat for some of our more conservative clients who would be put off if they found out one of our employees was an open supporter of porn and sex work.”
I am in open panic at the thought of losing my job right now. “Look, Ms. V...is there any way I can avoid putting the company at risk and still be able to fully express myself? I value my job, but I can't self-censor myself just to please people who will never respect me anyway.”
Vicky smiled and leaned forward in her chair, giving me an even better view of her boobs encased in her lovely bra. “Relax, Anthony….that's why I called you here in the first place. There is a way everyone can benefit, and it also gives you the opportunity for a huge promotion.”
Hmmmm….this is getting a bit more interesting. Plus, not a bad view of those nice titties, either.
“I'm only going to tell this to you….this is my last day here as head supervisor. I am leaving to open up my very own adult sex shop and video store, and I'd really love to hire you as my assistant manager.”
My mouth went agape. I knew Vicky Vette wasn't as conservative as she dressed….but a sex shop owner?
She continued: “I've been looking for someone to mentor who is as sexually progressive as I am, but disciplined enough to be professional. I've been stymied enough under this conservative company for too fucking long; it's time for me to spread my wings...and my legs. This is the perfect opportunity for both of us, if you are willing to follow me.”
“WOW,” I replied. That's….very tempting. But, I'm not really qualified to be an assistant manager quite yet, and I really do need this job.”
“That's not an issue with me,” Vicky responded...I will personally train and mentor you through the process. And, did I mention that you will get nearly double your current salary, plus full benefits, shorter hours, and the ability to legally ogle lots and lots of hot, sexy women doing all sorts of good and nasty things?”
Well, now….my heart was fluttering over the prospect of ditching a grinding (if fulfilling) job for double the pay, and not having to look over my shoulder at other people questioning my political views or my sexual thoughts. And, then, as if there were any lingering doubts, Vicky upped the ante.
“There is one other benefit that you will have working underneath me….that is, me.”
While saying this, Vicky stood up, and took off her jacket, then slowly unbuttoned the buttons of her blouse, revealing her large and lovely boobs held back only by a sheer lace demi-bra. Her nipples were full and distended, nearly popping through the thin fabric.
For the first time, I saw her for what she was….an absolutely sexy woman.
Also for the first time, I felt a surge between my legs as my dick started to harden at her sight.
Vicky walked around her table to stand in front of me, her blouse now fully open and off. “I knew you were looking at me, Anthony, staring at my tits and ass all the time. I love it; it just turns me the fuck on. I couldn't show it openly here because of the image I had to carry, but fuck it, now I can be what I really am.”
As she said this, Vicky reached behind herself and unclasped the hooks of her bra, then slid the sleeves off of her shoulders, removing it completely. Her large, ripe tits now stood in full, proud, open view; she used her right hand to fondle and caress them, pinching each nipple until she silently moaned with pleasure.
My cock was now completely hard, threatening to break the zipper in my pants. My mind was fearing that this was just a dream, that any minute now the bubble would pop and I would be thrust back into the reality of a typically boring evaluation.
Vicky would then prove that this was no dream by reaching down to my crotch and rubbing my erection through my pants.
“If you are going to be my personal assistant, Anthony, you will have to prove to me one thing above anything else: can you handle all of me? I will be a gentle yet firm motivator. And, unlike here, you'll be able to catch me doing all sorts of sexy things. You know, like all those other bitches you follow and jerk off to. Would you like walk in and catch me nearly naked and masturbating? Would you like to catch me playing with these big titties, and this nice, hot, wet pussy?”
Her voice was practically dripping with sex, as much as the juices of her cooch that I could now smell as the hand not fondling my cock had reached underneath her skirt and was playing between her legs. I was speechless and stunned by the slutty turn of events...but most of all, I was beyond horny.
I stood up and immediately put my mouth on one of Vicky's nipples, licking and sucking on it until she was moaning profusely; then found myself alternating between one and the other. My hands reach behind her to feel the small of her back, making their way downward towards the sweet curve of her ass.
Vicky then pulled herself slightly away from me.
“Now, I can't let you fuck me here right now, since I do have other people I'm seeing; plus, I don't want to risk it here on my last day. You'll get your chance ultimately as part of your orientation.
“But, that doesn't mean we can't have fun in other ways. I saw that you like ass grinding. I can do that for you...would you like that, sweetheart?”
“Oh, God, Ms. V...I'd love that,” I moaned in lusty reply.
“Uh, uh, uh….no more of that 'Ms. V' bullshit….call me Vicky from now on.”
She was unzipping her skirt and slid it down her shapely hips, letting it flutter down to the floor. As she stepped out of them, I noticed that she was wearing a sheer lace white thong, matching the now tossed lace demi-bra. The wetness of her pussy was clearly showing, as well as the matching hold-up stockings that completed the sexy ensemble.
“Let's see how long you can keep it up before you cum, my new assistant stud.”
Vicky moved as close to me as all possible, her body rubbing against mine, her crotch feeling up my hardened love muscle. She then turned completely around; pressing her ass cheeks against my hard-on, proceeding to grind her ass back and forth and rotating. The pleasure this was causing was excruciating and invigorating, and I could barely control myself now.
I pulled Vicky off slightly enough so I could reach down and unzip my pants, pulling them and my briefs down to the floor. My dick was now harder than raw steel, and on the verge of exploding in a cum blast. She reached back and felt up my engorged cock, stroking it briefly from tip to root and back again, before letting it go and grinding her ass back against it.
By now I was beyond control of all my lust, and was thrusting back in return, thrusting and grinding my own hips in rhythm to Vicky's own grinding. My hands were feeling her up all over, from her ass to her hips to her tits and back down again.
When the tip of my dick made contact with her clit, she gave an expressively deep moan of pleasure, and I momentarily thought of just shoving my dick deep into her love cavern and finishing the job inside of her. I remembered her admonition not to fuck her (at least not quite yet), however, and was more than satisfied for now with the sight of her dry humping me, even though we were nearly naked.
All of that became a moot point, because I finally reached my limit and exploded a nice wad of boy batter all over Vicky's back and ass. As she felt the splash of my cum, she reached down and fingered her clit until she was spasming in her pussy, shaking in a long deferred orgasm. It took the two of us nearly 2 minutes to come down from these heights of pleasure.
Finally, after a bit of silence, Vicky spoke: “Well, AK, will you be my assistant?”
“Absolutely,” I said. “When does my orientation begin?”
Vicky said, “I've already filed the paperwork for your 'dismissal' from here…and your 'severence' check's ready. All you have to do is sign the paperwork and wait a week or two while I set things up over there. If you need something extra to hold you over until the new gig starts, just call me.”
Just looking at her nearly naked body had my dick recharging to full hardness...but I noticed it was now nearly 6:30 PM, and I was risking missing my bus to get home. I started to reach for my pants to put on, but Vicky cut me short.
“Hard again? I gotta take care of that for my future assistant before he leaves. I'll get you a ride home.”
With that she pulls me to her and drops to her knees in front of me…
I'm also planning maybe a fanfic for other VNA girls, too....starting with Sara, Gabby, Maggie, Deauxma, Nikki, and Charlee.
"One need never be unsanitary while one is being dirty because sanitary is a state of fact and dirty is a state of mind." -- Nina Hartley
"A slut is best defined as anyone -- man or woman -- who lives and breathes by the basic philosophy that sex is nice and pleasure is good for you." -- Dossie Easton and Janet Hardy, The Ethical Slut
"Sex is part of nature. I choose to go along with nature." -- Marilyn Monroe
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"A slut is best defined as anyone -- man or woman -- who lives and breathes by the basic philosophy that sex is nice and pleasure is good for you." -- Dossie Easton and Janet Hardy, The Ethical Slut
"Sex is part of nature. I choose to go along with nature." -- Marilyn Monroe
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I started to read this yesterday while working, I had to stop, I was getting way to excited and had to settle down. I read this last night before I went to bed. Danm your awesome at bringing your words to life
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Some of the best cowboys, are Cowgirls!!
Some of the best cowboys, are Cowgirls!!
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