Saturday, July 18, 2015
My first book has been published!
Just a quick plug for my first (electronic) book: Amy Takes Her Bumps! Four complete stories along with a bonus, adding up to a dollar (cheap!) per story. I think if you have Kindle Unlimited you can read the first 10% for free. too. Enjoy!
Saturday, July 11, 2015
Office Altercation (M/F)
Just a little quicky. This is what a story looks like if I don't spend a month obsessively polishing it.
(With apologies to Stone, from who I lifted the setup completely - his take is here:
http://groups.yahoo.com/neo/groups/kidmanskultkrypt/conversations/messages/1772 )
My first job when I graduated from college was at a health insurance processing office. I was part of a team of people I really liked working with - all except Keisha. Keisha's a short, loud black lady in her mid 40's; I'm a tall, skinny white guy in his early 20's. I thought she was an arrogant, domineering, conceited, petty bitch who was convinced her shit didn't stink; she made clear to me that she thought I was a disrespectful, lazy, rude, ignorant punk who needed to learn when to keep his mouth shut.
One Friday we were both working late - Keisha as usual pretending to work while fucking around on Facebook and me catching up on authorizations I'd fallen behind on (after Keisha had 'borrowed' my computer's power cord and 'forgotten' to tell me). Something had gone wrong with the HVAC system, and it was hot as hell even with the sun having gone down. Keisha favored low-cut business suits, and she'd taken off her bright pink top. (Don't get too excited yet; she still had a tank top on underneath). She started laughing loudly at something someone had posted on her wall, and I muttered something under my breath. Somehow she heard me over her big horse laugh and turned in her chair. I felt her eyes boring into me, but I didn't turn, not until she got up, walked over to where I was sitting, and spun my chair around so I was looking at her.
"You got something to say?" I got out of my chair and stood up. I'm six one and Keisha is about five four, so I was looking straight down at her.
"I have work to do. Can you shut the fuck up for five minutes so I can finish?"
That did it; I'd hit the bitch switch, and Keisha flew into a no-you-didn't rage, screaming in my face. She asked me if I wanted to step outside ("You want to step outside, mother fucker? I will fuck you up!") and I said I'd be happy to beat her fat ass.
From there it was a short walk to one of the empty meeting rooms. I had assumed we were just going to tear into each other, but Keisha didn't want to mess up her clothes, and I stood watching her as she stripped off her tank top and bra, her huge, fat tits flopping out over her belly. She also dropped her skirt, stepped out of her huge lacey black panties, then finally peeled off her pantyhose. She folded all of her clothes and put them to one side, her body already coated with sweat as she stood nude.
"Well?" she barked. "You backing out now or we doing this?"
I stripped down. I'm pretty tall, but a little bit lanky, and I guess Keisha thought she could take me based on that. At least she didn't look too impressed as her eyes gazed over my naked body.
In return I took one last look at her before the fight started. I had to admit for a woman in her 40's she still looked pretty ("Black don't crack," she liked to say multiple times a week), although this was probably helped by her full face of makeup and professionally done hair, which was currently in a long, wavy cut that draped down to her shoulders. As I studied her I felt my cock stirring and Keisha's eyes went to my boxers with a smirk.
I don't know what Keisha thought was going to go down, but I knew how to fight a bit; after my dad split and kids started picking on me at school, my aunt had taught me how to box. Keisha, I hoped, was setting herself up to be the next in a line of people who'd underestimated me.
She came at me throwing a heavy slap. She put enough weight behind it so that I'd have been in trouble if it landed, but it was so slow I had time to easily duck under it. Keisha had to take a step forward to avoid falling on her face, and she walked right into a wicked backhand that had her cursing. Instead of guarding herself, she put her hand on her face where I'd hit her. Since she'd left herself open, I slammed a punch into her soft tummy, my fist sinking into her stomach. This drew a wonderfully low groan. I pulled my hand back and she covered her tummy. I had my pick of targets and couldn't pass up her massive tits. I gave her a double nipple twist, getting a solid grip on her big, thick nipples. She let out a real scream of pain and blindly flailed at me. I took a few steps back and put my fists up.
"Mother fucker," she hissed, putting up her own dukes. "Lucky shot. Come on!" She charged at me throwing a big right at my head. I weaved to the side, grabbing her arm and using it to flip her over me. She landed heavily on her back with a grunt. I let her get up and she put her hands up again. She seemed to have learned that boxing wouldn't work and she charged me. I made a mistake here as I tried to catch her. I underestimated how much weight she got behind her charge and she barreled into me. We both went down hard, and she landed on top of me, but as she pushed herself up I wrapped my legs around her big midsection. We ended up face to face, my back on the floor, her holding herself up over me, sweat dripping down off her body onto my bare chest. I had accidentally ended up in a pretty good position, I thought; she couldn't get off me with my scissors on, and she was holding herself up with her arms, so she couldn't use those to attack me.
What I'd failed to anticipate is that she scooted forward a little and lowered her massive tits on to my face in a breast smother. Not needing to hold herself up anymore, she used her hands to press her boobs into my nose and mouth. I reached up to stop her and she grabbed my wrists, slamming them down to the floor. I released my scissors and tried to kick her away, but she just laid more of her weight on top of me. I felt her shifting and took a large breath as her tits came off my face. I only had a second to enjoy it before I felt Keisha's huge ass slamming into my stomach. All my air blew out in one gasp and felt Keisha lifting herself up again. She gave me a second ass slam and I couldn't move, not even to scream as her third ass slam landed on my stomach. Then Keisha climbed off me with a laugh, putting her hands on her hips as she looked down at me.
"That all you got?"
Instead of responding I breathed, willing myself to get enough air to get up and fight back. For the time being I was at Keisha's mercy, though, and I couldn't stop her as she pulled me up to my feet. She kneed me in the stomach and I bent over. I felt her grabbing my hair, and she tugged it so I was looking up into her face.
"You're gonna apologize to me."
I didn't say anything, still focusing on deep breathing. Keisha slapped me across the face. She put her weight into this, and if she hadn't been holding my hair I probably would have been knocked on my ass. I braced myself as she drew her hand back for another slap, which didn't do much to lessen the impact. She gave me a third and asked if I wanted to give up.
I have to admit I considered this for a second. She had me in a bad way, and I didn't relish getting a fourth slap in my aching face, let alone what she'd do afterwards. Maybe I should have given up right here. Then again, I've never been accused of being the smartest guy around - and I'd rather get beaten standing up to a bully. So I told her to fuck off.
"Awright," she growled. "We gonna do it the hard way." She brought her knee up under my chin, releasing my hair at the same time. I collapsed, head swimming. Keisha laid me out on the floor, spread-eagled. She got on top of me in a 69. I smelled her strong scent; she was really enjoying this. Down between my legs I felt her grab my cock. I was limp, but she used her index and middle fingers combined with her thumb to start stroking it. In no time I was hard as a rock. "You don't move," she called over her shoulder. "You just lay there." She ran her tongue over the head of my cock. "This is mine now."
If I'd been tempted to give up before, I really was now. If my cock went into her mouth I knew I was done for. I gathered my strength and before she could start blowing me I brought my knees up, pushing her away from my dick. "What the fuck!" she yelled. "You -"
I pushed her off me as hard as I could. If she'd been ready for this, she might've been able to use her weight to stay put, but she wasn't, and I heaved her off. She landed on her side and I rolled away and up to my feet.
Keisha got up too, looking even more pissed. "You shoulda stayed down," she panted. I motioned her on and she roared, running at me in a storm of punches and slaps. I didn't have to wait long to get my chance; she threw a huge uppercut that left her midsection completely open. I slammed a left into her gut, and that stopped her assault. She tried to cover up, but she was too slow. I tagged her face with a right jab, then stepped in and kneed her soft stomach. She flinched and I threw a quick combo into her face. To her credit she managed to stay on her feet, but the last punch was a right hook I put all my power into, and she stumbled away, holding on to one of the chairs to hold herself up. I punched her in the kidneys, drawing a scream, then grabbed her long hair and slammed her face into the conference table. She still didn't go down; she's a tough bitch, I had to give her that. She was now bent over the table. I pulled her off a little so that her tits rested on it. This left me enough room to get at her stomach, so I started giving her knee lifts. Each one sank in a little deeper until I felt like my kneecap was going to bounce off her spine. Keisha gagged and screamed until the eighth one finally put her down.
She lay on the carpeted floor, eyes closed, a big bruise forming on her tummy. She looked pretty out of it, but I didn't want to make the same mistake she had when she'd almost had the fight locked up. I looked around the room quickly and hopped up on the table.
This probably wasn't the smartest move. It occurred to me that what I should have done was just sit on her shoulders and beat her face in. But like I said up above, I've never been accused of being the smartest guy around.
I jumped, aiming at Keisha's gut. Luckily for me this was a big target. I landed with all my weight in her stomach and that brought her around as she let out a shriek of pure agony. I stepped off her and she curled up on her side, holding her stomach. I went over to the table again, this time grabbing the phone. I pulled the cord out and walked over to Keisha, who had just managed to get up to her knees. I did feel a little pang of respect for her willingness to keep going, but not enough to stop me from coming up behind her, wrapping the phone cord around her neck, and pulling.
I couldn't see Keisha's face, but the way her hands immediately went to the cord and started trying to pry it free let me know this was working pretty well. I put my right foot on Keisha's back and pushed, and she panicked, waving her arms crazily. Since she couldn't talk I couldn't tell if she was trying to give up, but for good measure I choked her until she had almost stopped moving - maybe 40 seconds or so.
When I let her go she fell flat on her face. Her hands weakly came up to her neck as she took big, wracking breaths. I rolled her over onto her back, and I could see the angry red mark on her neck where I'd choked her. I sat on her shoulders, grabbing her hair with one hand and drawing the other back in a fist.
"You give up?" She tried to nod, although this wasn't easy with me holding her hair. "Say it!" I yelled.
"You fucked me up," she gasped. Close, but not exactly what I wanted to hear. I opened my hand and gave her a hard slap. "I give up!" she screamed. "I give! Jesus!"
Satisfied, I got off her. She started getting up and I lead her over to the conference table. I bent her over it.
"You need to learn a lesson." I slapped her big, bare butt. "Now say, 'Thank you, Mr. Betker.'" She did, but not loud enough. Another slap had her yelling it as loud as she could. I started spanking her and we went through everything that annoyed me about her; her lateness, her gum chewing, her dumping work on other people, her trying to dictate how the office should be run. By the time I had finished, her ass was a deep, aching red and she was begging me to stop.
"All right. Now I want to make sure you never forget this."
"You ain't gotta worry about that," she moaned tiredly.
"Play with your tits."
Keisha leaned up a little and started running her hands over her fat titties. After a minute I reached between her legs and started rubbing her pussy. She moaned, but otherwise kept going. She was still pretty wet and after just a couple rubs she was ready. I positioned myself behind her, holding on to her hips, and pushed into her. She moaned into the table.
"How's that feel?" She didn't respond and I reached forward, grabbing a handful of her long hair and pulling her head back. She left off her breasts, holding on to the table as I started fucking her. I'd gotten her warmed up just to make it easier for me, and I didn't really care about her pleasure; I just started pounding her. Even so, she came first. I didn't last much longer - her panting cries and, especially, her pussy squeezing my cock as she writhed under me pretty much finished me off. I emptied into her, holding on to her hips for dear life as she bucked under me.
I released her and she slumped to the floor. I grabbed her hair and pulled her up to her knees, wiping my cock on her face. I tugged her hair up so she was looking up at me:
"What do you say?"
"Thanks," she managed. I slapped her hard across the face. "Mr. Betker!" she squealed. "Thank you Mr. Betker! Sir!"
"That's better."
Things were better from then on; Keisha started coming in on time for a few weeks, quit gum until she went on a diet, stopped dumping work on me (although she kept doing it to everyone else), and even managed to stop bossing everyone else around for a little while. I never could get her to keep calling me Mr. Betker, though.
(With apologies to Stone, from who I lifted the setup completely - his take is here:
http://groups.yahoo.com/neo/groups/kidmanskultkrypt/conversations/messages/1772 )
My first job when I graduated from college was at a health insurance processing office. I was part of a team of people I really liked working with - all except Keisha. Keisha's a short, loud black lady in her mid 40's; I'm a tall, skinny white guy in his early 20's. I thought she was an arrogant, domineering, conceited, petty bitch who was convinced her shit didn't stink; she made clear to me that she thought I was a disrespectful, lazy, rude, ignorant punk who needed to learn when to keep his mouth shut.
One Friday we were both working late - Keisha as usual pretending to work while fucking around on Facebook and me catching up on authorizations I'd fallen behind on (after Keisha had 'borrowed' my computer's power cord and 'forgotten' to tell me). Something had gone wrong with the HVAC system, and it was hot as hell even with the sun having gone down. Keisha favored low-cut business suits, and she'd taken off her bright pink top. (Don't get too excited yet; she still had a tank top on underneath). She started laughing loudly at something someone had posted on her wall, and I muttered something under my breath. Somehow she heard me over her big horse laugh and turned in her chair. I felt her eyes boring into me, but I didn't turn, not until she got up, walked over to where I was sitting, and spun my chair around so I was looking at her.
"You got something to say?" I got out of my chair and stood up. I'm six one and Keisha is about five four, so I was looking straight down at her.
"I have work to do. Can you shut the fuck up for five minutes so I can finish?"
That did it; I'd hit the bitch switch, and Keisha flew into a no-you-didn't rage, screaming in my face. She asked me if I wanted to step outside ("You want to step outside, mother fucker? I will fuck you up!") and I said I'd be happy to beat her fat ass.
From there it was a short walk to one of the empty meeting rooms. I had assumed we were just going to tear into each other, but Keisha didn't want to mess up her clothes, and I stood watching her as she stripped off her tank top and bra, her huge, fat tits flopping out over her belly. She also dropped her skirt, stepped out of her huge lacey black panties, then finally peeled off her pantyhose. She folded all of her clothes and put them to one side, her body already coated with sweat as she stood nude.
"Well?" she barked. "You backing out now or we doing this?"
I stripped down. I'm pretty tall, but a little bit lanky, and I guess Keisha thought she could take me based on that. At least she didn't look too impressed as her eyes gazed over my naked body.
In return I took one last look at her before the fight started. I had to admit for a woman in her 40's she still looked pretty ("Black don't crack," she liked to say multiple times a week), although this was probably helped by her full face of makeup and professionally done hair, which was currently in a long, wavy cut that draped down to her shoulders. As I studied her I felt my cock stirring and Keisha's eyes went to my boxers with a smirk.
I don't know what Keisha thought was going to go down, but I knew how to fight a bit; after my dad split and kids started picking on me at school, my aunt had taught me how to box. Keisha, I hoped, was setting herself up to be the next in a line of people who'd underestimated me.
She came at me throwing a heavy slap. She put enough weight behind it so that I'd have been in trouble if it landed, but it was so slow I had time to easily duck under it. Keisha had to take a step forward to avoid falling on her face, and she walked right into a wicked backhand that had her cursing. Instead of guarding herself, she put her hand on her face where I'd hit her. Since she'd left herself open, I slammed a punch into her soft tummy, my fist sinking into her stomach. This drew a wonderfully low groan. I pulled my hand back and she covered her tummy. I had my pick of targets and couldn't pass up her massive tits. I gave her a double nipple twist, getting a solid grip on her big, thick nipples. She let out a real scream of pain and blindly flailed at me. I took a few steps back and put my fists up.
"Mother fucker," she hissed, putting up her own dukes. "Lucky shot. Come on!" She charged at me throwing a big right at my head. I weaved to the side, grabbing her arm and using it to flip her over me. She landed heavily on her back with a grunt. I let her get up and she put her hands up again. She seemed to have learned that boxing wouldn't work and she charged me. I made a mistake here as I tried to catch her. I underestimated how much weight she got behind her charge and she barreled into me. We both went down hard, and she landed on top of me, but as she pushed herself up I wrapped my legs around her big midsection. We ended up face to face, my back on the floor, her holding herself up over me, sweat dripping down off her body onto my bare chest. I had accidentally ended up in a pretty good position, I thought; she couldn't get off me with my scissors on, and she was holding herself up with her arms, so she couldn't use those to attack me.
What I'd failed to anticipate is that she scooted forward a little and lowered her massive tits on to my face in a breast smother. Not needing to hold herself up anymore, she used her hands to press her boobs into my nose and mouth. I reached up to stop her and she grabbed my wrists, slamming them down to the floor. I released my scissors and tried to kick her away, but she just laid more of her weight on top of me. I felt her shifting and took a large breath as her tits came off my face. I only had a second to enjoy it before I felt Keisha's huge ass slamming into my stomach. All my air blew out in one gasp and felt Keisha lifting herself up again. She gave me a second ass slam and I couldn't move, not even to scream as her third ass slam landed on my stomach. Then Keisha climbed off me with a laugh, putting her hands on her hips as she looked down at me.
"That all you got?"
Instead of responding I breathed, willing myself to get enough air to get up and fight back. For the time being I was at Keisha's mercy, though, and I couldn't stop her as she pulled me up to my feet. She kneed me in the stomach and I bent over. I felt her grabbing my hair, and she tugged it so I was looking up into her face.
"You're gonna apologize to me."
I didn't say anything, still focusing on deep breathing. Keisha slapped me across the face. She put her weight into this, and if she hadn't been holding my hair I probably would have been knocked on my ass. I braced myself as she drew her hand back for another slap, which didn't do much to lessen the impact. She gave me a third and asked if I wanted to give up.
I have to admit I considered this for a second. She had me in a bad way, and I didn't relish getting a fourth slap in my aching face, let alone what she'd do afterwards. Maybe I should have given up right here. Then again, I've never been accused of being the smartest guy around - and I'd rather get beaten standing up to a bully. So I told her to fuck off.
"Awright," she growled. "We gonna do it the hard way." She brought her knee up under my chin, releasing my hair at the same time. I collapsed, head swimming. Keisha laid me out on the floor, spread-eagled. She got on top of me in a 69. I smelled her strong scent; she was really enjoying this. Down between my legs I felt her grab my cock. I was limp, but she used her index and middle fingers combined with her thumb to start stroking it. In no time I was hard as a rock. "You don't move," she called over her shoulder. "You just lay there." She ran her tongue over the head of my cock. "This is mine now."
If I'd been tempted to give up before, I really was now. If my cock went into her mouth I knew I was done for. I gathered my strength and before she could start blowing me I brought my knees up, pushing her away from my dick. "What the fuck!" she yelled. "You -"
I pushed her off me as hard as I could. If she'd been ready for this, she might've been able to use her weight to stay put, but she wasn't, and I heaved her off. She landed on her side and I rolled away and up to my feet.
Keisha got up too, looking even more pissed. "You shoulda stayed down," she panted. I motioned her on and she roared, running at me in a storm of punches and slaps. I didn't have to wait long to get my chance; she threw a huge uppercut that left her midsection completely open. I slammed a left into her gut, and that stopped her assault. She tried to cover up, but she was too slow. I tagged her face with a right jab, then stepped in and kneed her soft stomach. She flinched and I threw a quick combo into her face. To her credit she managed to stay on her feet, but the last punch was a right hook I put all my power into, and she stumbled away, holding on to one of the chairs to hold herself up. I punched her in the kidneys, drawing a scream, then grabbed her long hair and slammed her face into the conference table. She still didn't go down; she's a tough bitch, I had to give her that. She was now bent over the table. I pulled her off a little so that her tits rested on it. This left me enough room to get at her stomach, so I started giving her knee lifts. Each one sank in a little deeper until I felt like my kneecap was going to bounce off her spine. Keisha gagged and screamed until the eighth one finally put her down.
She lay on the carpeted floor, eyes closed, a big bruise forming on her tummy. She looked pretty out of it, but I didn't want to make the same mistake she had when she'd almost had the fight locked up. I looked around the room quickly and hopped up on the table.
This probably wasn't the smartest move. It occurred to me that what I should have done was just sit on her shoulders and beat her face in. But like I said up above, I've never been accused of being the smartest guy around.
I jumped, aiming at Keisha's gut. Luckily for me this was a big target. I landed with all my weight in her stomach and that brought her around as she let out a shriek of pure agony. I stepped off her and she curled up on her side, holding her stomach. I went over to the table again, this time grabbing the phone. I pulled the cord out and walked over to Keisha, who had just managed to get up to her knees. I did feel a little pang of respect for her willingness to keep going, but not enough to stop me from coming up behind her, wrapping the phone cord around her neck, and pulling.
I couldn't see Keisha's face, but the way her hands immediately went to the cord and started trying to pry it free let me know this was working pretty well. I put my right foot on Keisha's back and pushed, and she panicked, waving her arms crazily. Since she couldn't talk I couldn't tell if she was trying to give up, but for good measure I choked her until she had almost stopped moving - maybe 40 seconds or so.
When I let her go she fell flat on her face. Her hands weakly came up to her neck as she took big, wracking breaths. I rolled her over onto her back, and I could see the angry red mark on her neck where I'd choked her. I sat on her shoulders, grabbing her hair with one hand and drawing the other back in a fist.
"You give up?" She tried to nod, although this wasn't easy with me holding her hair. "Say it!" I yelled.
"You fucked me up," she gasped. Close, but not exactly what I wanted to hear. I opened my hand and gave her a hard slap. "I give up!" she screamed. "I give! Jesus!"
Satisfied, I got off her. She started getting up and I lead her over to the conference table. I bent her over it.
"You need to learn a lesson." I slapped her big, bare butt. "Now say, 'Thank you, Mr. Betker.'" She did, but not loud enough. Another slap had her yelling it as loud as she could. I started spanking her and we went through everything that annoyed me about her; her lateness, her gum chewing, her dumping work on other people, her trying to dictate how the office should be run. By the time I had finished, her ass was a deep, aching red and she was begging me to stop.
"All right. Now I want to make sure you never forget this."
"You ain't gotta worry about that," she moaned tiredly.
"Play with your tits."
Keisha leaned up a little and started running her hands over her fat titties. After a minute I reached between her legs and started rubbing her pussy. She moaned, but otherwise kept going. She was still pretty wet and after just a couple rubs she was ready. I positioned myself behind her, holding on to her hips, and pushed into her. She moaned into the table.
"How's that feel?" She didn't respond and I reached forward, grabbing a handful of her long hair and pulling her head back. She left off her breasts, holding on to the table as I started fucking her. I'd gotten her warmed up just to make it easier for me, and I didn't really care about her pleasure; I just started pounding her. Even so, she came first. I didn't last much longer - her panting cries and, especially, her pussy squeezing my cock as she writhed under me pretty much finished me off. I emptied into her, holding on to her hips for dear life as she bucked under me.
I released her and she slumped to the floor. I grabbed her hair and pulled her up to her knees, wiping my cock on her face. I tugged her hair up so she was looking up at me:
"What do you say?"
"Thanks," she managed. I slapped her hard across the face. "Mr. Betker!" she squealed. "Thank you Mr. Betker! Sir!"
"That's better."
Things were better from then on; Keisha started coming in on time for a few weeks, quit gum until she went on a diet, stopped dumping work on me (although she kept doing it to everyone else), and even managed to stop bossing everyone else around for a little while. I never could get her to keep calling me Mr. Betker, though.
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