Under My Boss's Authority (Under Him)

She came hard, her pussy vibrating against my mouth as she did. When she had settled, I helped her back up into a sitting position, and she started taking off my pants. Stripping down in a second flat, I gave her my cock, Ana taking directly into her mouth. Massaging her soft lips around the length of my hard shaft, she swirled her tongue around the head when she got there.

She got her hands involved as well, pumping my cock and massaging my balls as she sucked me off, nursing a massive load from my balls which she happily accepted.

“Want to try it from behind?” I asked her.

“Sure!”

She flipped over onto all fours and approximated a doggy position. Adjusting her position slightly, so that she would be more comfortable, I stroked the head of my cock against her beautiful pussy before easing it in.

Almost before I could take her hips and start to pump, Ana started to move herself, rocking back and forth on my cock, sliding it up and down the length of my shaft.

I took her by the hips and mostly just tried to keep up as Ana threw herself on my cock, moaning and smiling as she did so. We came together, Ana getting even tighter around my cock as I came inside her. Pulling gently out of her, we lay down beside each other, both of us wonderfully winded.

Rallying ourselves when came together in an enthusiastic embrace, we were snuggling and kissing even as we were still catching our breath.

“So, what if I’m pregnant?” she asked, philosophically.

“That would be wonderful. I’ve always wanted to be a dad. True, it might have some impact on your position as an executive at R&D but-”

“Say that again?”

“I’ve always wanted to be a dad?”

“After that.”

“Your position at R&D?”

“Yeah, I don’t work as an executive at R&D.”

“You do now, assuming you want the job, of course.”

“Damn straight, ya daft wallaby!” I said, my inner Bogan making an appearance.

“Right then, so that’s settled. We can get you a test later on if you like. Just make sure.”

“It’s a date.”

We kissed and snuggled, not getting out of bed again until the first of the fireworks started to streak across the clear, black sky, bringing in the New Year.

As the ball in Times Square dropped on TV, we kissed and clinked glasses. We were under the countdown together, of a new year and a new life. I also hoped the pandemic would end soon, but no matter what life brought our way, I knew that Ana and I would handle it together.

THE END

Under Cupid’s Contract

Chapter One - Vega

Even for a perpetual optimist, someone who always looks on the bright side of things, it was still important to know when you were beat. The sleek German device grinned at me, mocking me thoroughly as I removed the filter and dumped it in the trash. I sighed and yanked the plug from the wall in annoyance, feeling a little surge of bitter satisfaction as its lights went out.

I may have been outsmarted by my new coffee maker, but unplugging the beast and stuffing it back into the box made me feel like maybe I won the war.

After packing up the machine, I carefully closed the bag of overpriced coffee. I’d only used a bit from the top and the bag could be resealed, so no one would ever know it had been opened. Which was only right considering how much the small black bag of home-roast had cost, even online. The general expense was the primary reason I couldn’t have nice things.

If nothing else, I’d have a present for my best friend Maya. No way she would let some complex coffee-making machine bedevil her. My culinary training was of a more traditional sort. Printed instructions, in both English and German, not required.

The caffeine gift would have to wait until around next Christmas, though, considering her birthday fell on December 24th. Not that one would know that the season had well and truly passed. The holly was still very much jolly on large portions of my street.

It was reaching a point where it was downright comical to still be seeing all the twinkling lights and snowmen, but some Californians were gung-ho. Even with the kick-off of the festive season creeping threateningly close to Halloween, some just didn’t seem to be able to let go of the holiday season. I’d be the first to admit that egg nog was among the top ten inventions ever, but I just got a case lot and froze it. None of the other Yuletide trappings required, come January 10th. Maybe it was some kind of strange compensation for the total lack of snow.

In spite of my defeat, I tried to put on a brave face. Stowing the recycled bag of trend back in the coffee cupboard, I accepted my terrible fate and brought the jumbo jug of instant coffee crystals to the counter. The steam flew like a white flag as the stove top kettle blew. I consoled myself with the fact that instant coffee was better than no coffee at all.