At a very early age, I lost both of my parents. I was bounced from one foster home to another, each saying that I was too much for them to handle. I never seemed to be able to bond with any of the families where I had been placed. Eventually, I’d do something out of anger, boredom, spite, or simply ignorance.
The only thing that seemed to hold any interest for me was computers. Not just gaming but also seeking out challenges. My first real challenge was trying to seek revenge on another student. He was more than a bully to me. He took it as his life’s mission to make my life miserable. I decided to take it upon myself to return the favor. I figured out how to get into his computer and delete a massive school project—the morning it was due. His frantic reaction was like a drug. I was instantly addicted.
Now that I had figured out how to get into other people’s computers, I was curious to see what they had hidden on them. I found compromising emails, chats, and images. It wasn’t that I wanted to use any of the items I found. It was the challenge of the find. I soon began targeting schools, businesses, and other organizations. They were far more challenging. I had begun to do two things. The first was to leave a breadcrumb that I had been there. It was the proof that I had conquered their defenses. The second thing was to take something. This was a trophy for my ego. It was the trophy that was my downfall.
During my senior year of high school, I wandered my way into a financial institution. This was the first of many, many challenges I had set for myself. Each quest had a “trophy.” The trophy was almost nothing of real value. It might be simply a financial statement. It might be an email. It might be someone’s personal calendar. Nothing that could be obtained publicly. It turns out that it doesn’t have to be of value to get you into trouble with the government. To make a lengthy story brief, the government thought it better to hire me than to incarcerate me. So, I was hired to breach government websites.
After 20 years of government service, I eventually retired and opened my own business. I would hire myself out to target a business’s website or servers. My company was very successful. While computers were my thing, running a business was something else. Figuring out the licensing, billing, and other administrative matters was way beyond my comprehension.
Things had gotten so bad that a client of mine offered to send over a couple of people to get my business in order and hire some people to keep things flowing afterward.
I was so overwhelmed that I jumped at his offer.
The following Monday, three people walked into my home/office and basically took control. Within two weeks, they had everything set up, and it was time to hire “staff.”
I saw a slew of people come in and out until it had dwindled to three people. I would hire two of them. One would handle administrative matters, such as day-to-day operations, licensing, etc.
The second person would handle all financial issues, including billing and taxes.
The third was to assist in various projects that I might undertake. This was more in my area of experience regarding who I should hire. They had to be quite computer savvy. In order to quantify their skills, I gave each one a task. That task was to enter into my computer system and leave a breadcrumb that I might find. Of course, this severely limited those qualified candidates. Of all of the candidates, only one succeeded. She not only left a breadcrumb but also had fun doing so.
I had come into my office and run my security protocols. Up pops a garden gnome, bending over and dropping their pants. As I start to erase the gnome from my system, it turns around, stroking a large penis, and then winks at me. Yes, I was impressed!
I looked into who the candidate was and called them in. Their name was Sam.
The next morning in walks a woman who stood about 5’7” tall, weighing 120 pounds, with black hair down to the middle of her back. She had a very light complexion that spoke to her goth wardrobe. Turns out that Sam was short for Samantha.
To say that I was gobsmacked would be an understatement. She was beautiful.
I started laughing from the depths of my soul.
She looked at me with confusion across her face.
I finally calmed down and said, “Brilliant, funny, attractive… and goth on top of that? How could one not laugh at that combination? Who would ever guess?”
She relaxed as soon as I said, “Hired!”
After negotiating salary, etc., we started talking about backgrounds, skill sets, goals, and generally getting to know each other. I found her to be a much younger reflection of me. We had a 20-year difference in our ages but little difference in personalities.
Over the course of two years, Sam would wear gothic or Victorian clothing. In particular, she had a slew of corsets. These corsets ranged from simple Victoria’s Secret corsets up to very expensive custom-made (bone-in) models. All very sliming, and very sexy.
I was never far from being both aware of how sexy she was and aware that we worked together. I knew the two could not be combined.
Also, over the course of the two years, she helped me expand the company exponentially. We went from four employees to over forty-five, just to keep up with the demand. This made me A LOT of money. This is when the problems started for me.
I had enjoyed the work because of the challenge. I’d made one career on it and started a second one on it. I was starting to dread technology. I even started to look elsewhere to quiet my mind. It turned out to be gardening. Yes, gardening! It was far from technology, and I enjoyed creating things.
This left me in a quandary. What do I do? I could sell the company, but that didn’t feel right. What I decided to do was give half of the company ownership to Sam. She would own half of the company and run it but receive two-thirds of the profits. I would own the other half of the company but be a retired worker and receive one-third of the profits. Sam loved the idea.
On the day we signed the contracts, there were celebrations all about. At the end of the day, Sam asked me if we still worked together. I told her, “No, why?” She smiled and asked me over for dinner the following Friday night. Her explanation was that she was now free to enjoy a friendship with her ex-coworker. She winked and told me to bring a good bottle of bourbon on Friday.
Friday came and I drove over to her home. It was modest, but even here was a gothic theme. The house was darker and had gargoyles mounted on the roof. Griffon dragons were mounted alongside the front door.
I rang the doorbell and shortly saw the door opening. What greeted me was breathtaking.
Sam stood there wearing a royal blue corset under a black jacket with long tails. Below the corset was a dress with a black skirt cut short in the front but with an elegant tailcoat effect. Her pale breasts were mounted high in the corset. Her lipstick matched the corset in stark contrast to her black hair and pale white skin.
To top it all off, she was wearing black thigh-high stockings and pointed ankle boots. The boots had three-inch heels.
I was standing there too long before she started laughing and admonished me for not coming in. “I guess I got the reaction I had hoped for. I needn’t bother asking if you like it.” She then walked toward her kitchen with me close in tow.
As I walked in, she pointed me to two whiskey glasses. Her melodic voice said, “Three fingers to start.”
After making the drinks, I handed her one and grabbed mine. She directed me to a nearby barstool.
Before I could say anything, she started, “I have a few things to say, and I need you to answer me.”
I nodded, and she began. “Since we are no longer co-workers, then we are not hindered by workplace rules. Is that correct?”
I again nodded, and she continued. “Good. I have known you have always struggled with me. A part of you desired me while the other part followed work protocols. I have to admit that I felt the same way. We no longer have to limit ourselves, and I have no intention of doing so any longer.” With this said, she removed her jacket.
Her long, pale neck quickly emphasized the need to look at her breasts. It drew a line directly there. I could see them rising and falling.
“Mike, we are going to have a nice steak dinner, and then you are going to find out that I’m not wearing any panties. The question for you during dinner is whether I have any hair down below.”
I have to admit that I was certainly not used to someone being so blunt. I sheepishly said that I looked forward to finding out.
We then grilled a couple of steaks and enjoyed dinner. While the conversation was free and easy, there was always a deep tension as to what was coming after dinner. We each went through two glasses of the bourbon I had brought. I didn’t want too much, as I didn’t want to get drunk or have it affect me in other ways.
After dinner, she excused herself for a minute.
When she returned, she had me follow her into another area. It was a large room; the windows had black drapes like you’d see in a funeral home. There were candelabras situated around the room with flames flickering about. In the center of the room was a large bed covered in blood-red silk sheeting. On the wall was a large portrait of a woman wearing a long white wedding gown, holding a black orchid. On the wall opposite was a man wearing a Victorian wedding coat and standing with a cane at his side. The faces seemed familiar.
This was a lot to take in, but only fueled my desires.
Sam stepped up to me and said, “I have been waiting two years to do this.” She then leant forward and kissed me. I felt driven to respond. Her lips were soft and intoxicating. They drew our bodies in closer, and the kisses grew passionate.
Eventually, we had to come up for air.
Sam’s hands went to my shoulders, and she lightly pushed downwards. It’s time for you to find out the answer to my earlier question.
I knelt before her as she grabbed the hem of her skirt. I sat back on my heels as she slowly raised the hem. Before me was a very tightly trimmed pubic mound in the shape of a heart. It, too, was blue in color, closely matching her kissing lips.
I leaned in and took in the strong aroma coming forth. I drew in a deep breath, thus filling my lungs. A deep need to taste her burst forth. The tip of my tongue softly grazed the swollen labia. I found dew already seeping forth. A moan slipped out from her throat.
She moved forward, opening her thighs further, and began to rock herself upon my exploring tongue. Her arousal was bathing my face with its honeyness. I drank as much as I could gather in my mouth.
Sam’s body began to quake as her orgasm began. She tightly grabbed my head and directed it exactly where she needed it—at that second.
She fell back against the bed while riding out her quivering impulses. Her swollen labia were lewdly displayed before me. I fought the need to stand and immediately take her.
I stepped forward and lifted her breasts out of the top of her corset. Her nipples were hard and the size of pencil erasers.
I began to lick, suck, and pull on them with my teeth.
She kept sucking in air and letting out loud mewling sounds.
I stepped back and told her to remove the skirt. She now stood before me only in her corset, thigh-high stockings, and boots.
I then began to slowly take off my clothing. Her eyes watched my hands/fingers with a profound interest. Her eyes were those of a starving tiger.
As the last layer of my clothing hit the floor, so did she. She dropped to her knees before me and immediately swooped down upon my shaft. I had been blessed by genetics, but that made no difference to her. I immediately felt my crown passing the back of her throat.
My entire shaft was being massaged by her tongue. She started a rhythm by bobbing her head back and forth. Her eyes were watching me as saliva was drooling down the front of her onto her pale breasts.
I could feel my orgasm beginning to make itself known. The shaft was pulsing, and my testicles were tightening. Just as it started to erupt, Sam pulled it out of her mouth and directed it onto her breasts. Again and again, it would jettison massive amounts of seed onto her hot flesh.
As it began to deflate, she rubbed my cock across her chest, spreading the seed everywhere.
As I eventually stood there quaking on my own. She grabbed a towel she had laid nearby.
She returned to her kneeling position and was cleaning herself while her mouth did the same with my cock.
Once the job was done, she rose and turned her back toward me. “Lover, untie my corset for me.”
This was the first time I had fully had a chance to see her ass. The outfits she had always worn did an excellent job in hiding this asset. Before me was the tightest ass I had ever seen. It was perfectly heart-shaped with a slight gap between her thighs. As my hands began to stumble with untying the corset (who was looking at what I was doing?), her cheek muscles were flexing. The brown star was even winking at me.
My body began to respond quicker than it normally would have. The incentive was too great to ignore.
Once the corset was off of her, she looked over her shoulder to see me staring at her ass. “Lover, I’m not fragile. Take me as you desire.”
My erect cock was like a rigid divining rod. The moisture was directly in front of me. I kicked her ankles wider to better align my target.
My hips thrust forth. The crown impaled itself immediately into her flower. I pulled out and thrust even harder until half of my shaft was now embedded.
Gripping her hips tightly, I slammed forward until I felt her sheath entirely wrapped around my cock. She began to pant.
I could feel her Kegel muscles begin to milk my shaft and balls.
An animalistic drive took hold of me. My pace quickened. I began to batter her cervical opening with my engorged crown. I needed to make her sore. I needed to possess and own her. At this point, I thought nothing more than my baby-making seed needed to impregnate her.
Again and again, I drove into her.
I heard the violent cacophony of our bodies colliding as it resonated off of the walls.
Her body was pushing back against each of my thrusts. A spew of her words filled the air, begging to be taken, used, and possessed. This was followed by wave-like eruptions as her body convulsed in pleasure.
Suddenly, I felt her fingertips graze my testicles. They had slithered between her thighs. This caused me to bellow like a massive elk and begin flooding her womb. Rope after rope of semen was sent off to find its biological mission.
I fell forward with exhaustion. We were both bent over the edge of her mattress, gasping for air.
She would remove her boots, and then we would eventually crawl up onto the bed. Sleep would quickly fall upon the two of us.
