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By J.C. Rox (jcrox1965@yahoo.com)
(Note: This is a true story. The names, places and characteristics of the aforementioned have been changed to protect the innocent.or semi-innocent)


I thought I grew up like your average American male! I never dated in high school, and yes, I was always attracted to girls. The problem was, I wanted girls that always wore pantyhose, high heels and tight dresses. I wasn't exactly a popular guy; I did attract a few girls, but I wasn't a mutant either. Growing up in a northern Indiana town had some advantages, but big city life and casual sex wasn't one of them.

I finally got a girlfriend at 18 and lost my virginity, but her idea of great sex was complete nakedness on a bed and saying "I Love You" all the fucking time. She was a bit of a tomboy, though she did look good in a mini and had great tits! She didn't like wearing the sexy clothes, it definitely wasn't her. Anyway, after our breakup I set my sites on college.

After a brief stint at I.S.U., I was off to Maryland for a job at an advertising firm. It wasn't a great job, but it was a way to get my foot in the door and hopefully move up the ladder in a couple of years. While I got settled in, I did go to the clubs, try the personal ads, and try to meet women every chance I could.

The thing was, they always weren't the type of women I wanted, and they all were too proper or just plain obnoxious. I never seemed to catch a break. I wanted somebody nice to have a decent conversation with, but at the same time I wanted a hungry, cum craving slut who was a complete whore in the bedroom.

After about a year of playing the field, I then gave up and relegated myself to my home computer. Surfing the web was great, no parents breathing down your neck and telling you to get off of the computer! I found plenty of hard and soft-core fetish sites that seemed to satisfy my desires temporarily. Then it happened. Dinah's hot legs site!

The first time I saw her I about jizzed in my pants! She was beautiful. Long blond hair, petite, about 5'2" tall, 38D tits, and a great body. My favorite part, of course, was the pantyhose and high heels. You never saw Dinah in nothing less then 5" heels. I whacked off my 8" pecker every night I got on this site. The weird thing about this site was, it wasn't hard-core! I still had to pay $25.00 a month to see everything, but she was worth it!

Oh well, so I didn't see a ton of guys spewing their spunk on her, I still was hot for her! She was married; her husband took all the pictures. (He was a horny high heel maniac like me) She always had her face distorted on the pictures, just so she could protect her identity. You never saw Dinah baring her tits or pussy; she left a lot to the imagination.

I sent her e-mail after e-mail. I suggested certain poses and outfits. One of my favorites was a tight black minidress with 5" high fuck me pumps and off-black hose, though she had a huge repertoire of outfits in the hundreds of photos on her site.

She took my suggestions and e-mailed me once in a while. I got to know her a little bit; she did give out some personal information, though I had no idea where she lived. I wished I could meet Dinah; she seemed to be the only one who knew what I wanted. She did say she was in advertising where she lived, but the likelihood of her being in Maryland wasn't realistic.

Then about 3 years later I had moved up to ad executive. I was excited about not only the extra dough, but the challenges that lay ahead. Then the head of the firm made an announcement that they were bringing in a new exec. Her name was Toni, and she just moved from California with her husband Pete. She walked in. Boy was she hot!

She wasn't very tall, but proportioned well for as short as she was. She had jet-black hair, with kind of a cropped Dorothy Hamill type hairdo, and she wore a tight skirt with semi-high heels w/ sexy sheer pantyhose over shapely, lickable legs. She had it all; great boobs, great legs and pretty blue eyes. I was all for her being there, and I, of course, wondered what she was like in the sack. Well, that all changed.

A couple of days later, I didn't care! It seems Toni was all smiles when the boss was there, however, when he left the room; she became a complete bitch! I tried several times to be cordial with her but all she did was act like a complete shit. Oh well, she's married anyway, I'll just go back to Dinah as I always do.


A few months went by; Toni was moving ahead and getting a lot better clients, though it looked as if the other half of the firm was doing more of the work. I talked with a few of the other guys and gals there. We all swore she was fucking the boss.

Things seemed to get better with my web lover, Dinah. We were chatting every once in a while and even a little bit of flirting was occurring. She of course didn't take it seriously, she was married and she always made a point of telling me that.

One night I got on Dinah's site and noticed a new group of pictures from her hubby. Eureka! Tight red dress, 5" strappy sandals, a red thong and some tan pantyhose. I was in heaven. I pounded my peter that night over and over until I was completely dry. "I'm saving those pictures on my computer." I said. I downloaded her pics in my private documents for some more examination later.

The next day, that bitch Toni was on the warpath again. "Hey Jack!" She screamed. "Where the hell are those estimates for the Logan account?"

I'd finally had enough! I shot back; "I don't know what the fuck you're talking about, Toni! I'm not your fucking errand boy! Look for them yourself!"

She shot me a mean look that could have killed and stormed off for the boss's office. The boss called me in about 15 minutes later. Apparently Toni had been crying, and complaining that nobody helps her and everyone else is against her.

"Jack, you need to be more cooperative with Toni, it just isn't fair to her," The boss said. "I moved hell and high water to get her here, and we need to help her out!"

I said, "I know, Chief, but you're not getting the whole story. She has been playing you against us from day one! She takes credit everyone's work and has been stealing the top clients. And I don't believe it's because of exemplary work, if you know what I mean!"

The boss looked at me with fire in his eyes. "Are you insinuating that she isn't earning her way around here?"

I shot back, "It isn't just me, sir. Everyone here thinks so!"

He said, "Well, Jack, I think you have been due for some time off, I think you ought to take a couple of weeks and think over what you have said."

I replied, "Chief, I have been busting my ass on the Shore account, I've almost got it in the bag."

He said, "Well, I think I will just give that to Toni while you are away."

"What!" I screamed, "You're kidding, right?!"

The boss looked serious and pointed his finger toward the door. I walked past Toni; told her I would get even, and left. As I walked away, I looked back, and she had the biggest shit-eating grin on her face. I will never forget it!

I tried to get my mind off of what had happened while I drove home, but it still bugged the hell out of me. "I am going to get even with that bitch if it's the last thing I do!" I told myself.

When I got home, I relaxed long enough to visit my computer. As I did, I looked at the pics I saved of my sweet, hot Dinah for a little jack off action to put my mind at ease. There was one photo that had Dinah laying on her back, fondling her big boobs over her red dress, with her sexy legs spread wide open. I was getting a stiffy just looking at her hot body in those sexy clothes. God, I wanted to fuck her so bad!

I noticed something different in one photo. It was her face. It wasn't as distorted as her other pictures. Uh Oh, looks like her husband made a little editing mistake. Yeah, like it would make me any difference; or so I thought! It fascinated me enough to run a photo program on my computer and blow it up a little. Well, the more I blew it up, the more disturbed I got. She looked just like that bitch Toni!

Oh My God! It Fucking can't be! It was Her! I was hysterical. My cyber-love goddess was my worst enemy.

As you could imagine, I was depressed. Then I thought about it a little. Wait a minute! I could really fuck up her life because of this little goof. After all, I wanted to ruin this bitch because of all the trouble she was putting me and the rest of the firm through.

I never thought I would do this to somebody, but in the back of my mind, I was getting really turned on. Perhaps I can have a little fun with my dream woman after all, even though I hate her guts! I started to put my plan into action the day I got back to work.

It wasn't going to be as cut and dry as you would think. Though I did print the incriminating picture, blackmailing her wasn't going to be easy. The thing I really had to prove was that she was doing something with the boss, that was the tricky part.

I got back to work 2 weeks later and had Dinah's (of should I say Toni's) hot picture stashed in my briefcase. I was called to the boss's office and Toni was there. "I hope we can put this behind us, Jack," the boss stated.

I looked over at Toni and said, "I am sorry for upsetting you, Toni. It will never happen again."

"Thank you, Jack," Toni replied. "I want to work with you, not against you."

The boss said, "Great, now that that is all behind us, Jack, we need you and Toni to reel in the Shore account. I will be sending you both with the team to New York this weekend, to close the deal. This account is the biggest this firm has ever had, and we need our best executives there."

Toni looked a little surprised, but didn't look overly upset. I, of course, was a little nervous about it, but it turned me on a little as well.

As we walked out the door, Toni said, "I don't know what the old man is thinking, but you'd better not screw with me at all this weekend."

I didn't get upset, I just said, "Toni, I care more about getting this account than anything, what happened with us in the past is over. I told you I was sorry, and I meant it. Let's work together on this and I promise, things will get better. Hell, we might even make partner if we play our cards right."

She looked at me sternly, then started to form a little smile, "Okay, Jack," she sighed. "I'll try not to be a such a bitch, alright?" Then her smile widened. I smiled back and said, "No problem, Toni. I'll see you later."

Walking away, I knew I had her. It was time to put the next phase of my plan into action. I wanted to bait her with my gentleness, before I nailed her to the floor with her secret.

It was well after 5 p.m. that day. I was a little late leaving the building, and almost everyone else had left. I remembered I had forgot my briefcase and went back into the office to get it. "Odd," I thought, "All the floor lights are off and it looks like a lamp is on in the boss's office. I'd better check it out."

Before I had a chance to get there, I saw Toni in her office, and it looked like she was putting on a blond wig. I thought, "Oh shit, what the hell?" I ducked behind the main copier in the office, hoping they didn't see me. Sure enough, as my co-workers and I suspected, there was Toni, strutting into the boss' office with the blond wig on, tight black minidress with black hose and black 5" pumps.

"Son of a bitch." I whispered, "It's Dinah!" My 8-inch member instantly got hard in my Dockers.

I saw the boss sit down in a separate chair, pants down to his ankles. "You gonna cum for me baby?" He asked her.

Dinah got on her knees, put her hands on his legs, licked her lips and moaned, "Ooooooh! Yes you hot bastard! I'll always cum for you, just as long as you shoot your sweet baby-batter down my tight, hot little throat!"

This was great, not only was I witnessing what I had suspected all along, I was watching my dream mistress get someone off, I tried not to rub my swollen prick, but I couldn't help it, I just rubbed myself under my pants! The boss wasn't much in the length department, but in his position, it doesn't matter, he was still getting a blowjob from a hot chick.

Dinah was the perfect little cum slut. She moaned and groaned and looked like a complete whore while sucking off the old man. She was also fingering her clit like there was no tomorrow. "Oh God, I'm cumming!" The old man screamed. Dinah started to moan and groan like a bitch in heat while deep-throating the boss's miniscule pecker. The boss then grabbed the arms of the chair and shot his jizz in Dinah's hot mouth. He must have been a dribbler, I didn't see any squirt from her lips, she swallowed it all.

My own balls started to tighten, then my cum shot inside, filling up my underwear with my salty load. She then got up, looked at the old man and said, "Same time Thursday, Chief?" Warn out, the old man just nodded his head yes. "Okay, see you tomorrow." I then had to sneak out the door and took the stairs a few flights just so I wouldn't be seen. I was ready to call an old college friend for some help for the next phase of my plan.

I hadn't seen Spike in about 7 years. He was kind of a techno geek. He wasn't much with the ladies in college. Let's just say he couldn't get nailed in wood shop. I looked him up and by God he just happened to live in the same state. He had a job at a surveillance company and worked with all the James Bond type gadgets.

We talked for about 2 hours that Monday night, and I explained to him, under the confidence of secrecy, my plan. And if he played his cards right, I could get him laid. He agreed to help out. I knew that everyone left early on Wednesday, so the office would be unoccupied. I planned to get videotape and pictures of little slut Dinah doing the boss.