girls at a concert would be happy to come
back here with you and let you do whatever you wanted to them, just
like that one. And now that you can have everything you want, you
don't want any of it."
Stan sat up in the bed, his
nakedness bothering neither him nor Candy. "And, oh wise one, just
what do you suggest?"
She smiled. "Oh, I wouldn’t
suggest anything, Stan. Even if I did have something to suggest,
you couldn’t handle it anyway.”
The way she batted her bright
blue eyes and smiled at him peaked his interest. He'd, on occasion,
thought about having sex with his assistant. What managerial type
hadn't thought about banging a subordinate. But it would, as it
always did, ruin their relationship. Candy was just too valuable in
her position. She took care of him and not in just finding tramp
stamp free women for his nightly binges. Sure, he was a rock star,
but someone had to take care of the business of it all. Besides,
she was a big girl. What would they say about him in the papers if
he were with a big girl. He’d be the laughing stock of the
tabloids.
"I'm sorry, Candy," he began,
trying to figure out a way to let her down easy, "but you and I
couldn't work. We work together and... well."
Candy laughed loudly, "Oh
Stan... you think I want to have sex with you? Do you think I’m one
of these fawning little bitches that wants you to fuck them in the
ass just so I can go tell my friends that I fucked Stan
Cherry?”
"That's not what you were about
to suggest?" he asked, perplexed. Everyone wanted to have sex with
him. He was Stan Cherry, after all. He was sure even the roadies
wanted to fuck him.
"Oh no. Not in the least," she
cooed, somewhat seductively. "Or at least not in the way you fuck.
I don't want to have sex with you. I want to punish you.”
“ I’m sorry?” he
said, unable to pull his eyes from the very low cut shirt exposing
her mountains of fleshy boobs. How come I’ve never noticed they
were that big before. Those have to be the biggest tits I’ve ever
seen, he thought.
"You heard me. I want to beat
you senseless for all the things you've done to these poor little
girls. You're not a good guy, Stan. Not at all. You've been nothing
but a spoiled little brat since I've worked for you." Candy stood,
coming around to the side of the bed, nearer to where Stan was. As
he watched, speechless, she pulled a pillow out of its case and
then proceeded to pull the the case in half, splitting it at the
seams. "You are a bad little boy, aren't you Stan?"
Stan didn't know how to respond.
He'd played these games with women before, letting them thing they
were in charge of him, but it wasn't really his style. "Candy,
please. Stop this before you embarrass yourself. You don't want to
do this. We work together... it just wouldn't be right."
He told her no, but he was
pretty sure he wanted her to continue. Just what was going on here?
He watched, mesmerized, as she worked at tying his arm to the
bedpost. She moved slowly, methodically and, when she bent over
him, he was again exposed to the grandiose view down her shirt. His
flaccid penis stirred and he felt the deep grumblings of an
erection. He hoped she wouldn’t stop, despite his words.
She didn't pout at the verbal
rejection an she didn't stop. Instead she took his hand, ever so
gently, and tied one end of the pillow case around it. "I
appreciate that you want to spare my feelings. The feeling,
however, is not mutual." She then roughly pushed his hand back, to
the bed frame, and finished tying his arm to the bed.
"What are you doing?" Stan
asked, part of him wanting to know what was going to happen if he
let her. His skin tingled at her touch and his erection grew. That
it was there, out front and easy to see was only slightly
embarrassing. Candy had seen him naked more times than he could
remember.
"You like to be in control,
Stan, right?" She asked as she stood, walking towards the other
side of the bed. "You like the little girls to tell you that
back here with you and let you do whatever you wanted to them, just
like that one. And now that you can have everything you want, you
don't want any of it."
Stan sat up in the bed, his
nakedness bothering neither him nor Candy. "And, oh wise one, just
what do you suggest?"
She smiled. "Oh, I wouldn’t
suggest anything, Stan. Even if I did have something to suggest,
you couldn’t handle it anyway.”
The way she batted her bright
blue eyes and smiled at him peaked his interest. He'd, on occasion,
thought about having sex with his assistant. What managerial type
hadn't thought about banging a subordinate. But it would, as it
always did, ruin their relationship. Candy was just too valuable in
her position. She took care of him and not in just finding tramp
stamp free women for his nightly binges. Sure, he was a rock star,
but someone had to take care of the business of it all. Besides,
she was a big girl. What would they say about him in the papers if
he were with a big girl. He’d be the laughing stock of the
tabloids.
"I'm sorry, Candy," he began,
trying to figure out a way to let her down easy, "but you and I
couldn't work. We work together and... well."
Candy laughed loudly, "Oh
Stan... you think I want to have sex with you? Do you think I’m one
of these fawning little bitches that wants you to fuck them in the
ass just so I can go tell my friends that I fucked Stan
Cherry?”
"That's not what you were about
to suggest?" he asked, perplexed. Everyone wanted to have sex with
him. He was Stan Cherry, after all. He was sure even the roadies
wanted to fuck him.
"Oh no. Not in the least," she
cooed, somewhat seductively. "Or at least not in the way you fuck.
I don't want to have sex with you. I want to punish you.”
“ I’m sorry?” he
said, unable to pull his eyes from the very low cut shirt exposing
her mountains of fleshy boobs. How come I’ve never noticed they
were that big before. Those have to be the biggest tits I’ve ever
seen, he thought.
"You heard me. I want to beat
you senseless for all the things you've done to these poor little
girls. You're not a good guy, Stan. Not at all. You've been nothing
but a spoiled little brat since I've worked for you." Candy stood,
coming around to the side of the bed, nearer to where Stan was. As
he watched, speechless, she pulled a pillow out of its case and
then proceeded to pull the the case in half, splitting it at the
seams. "You are a bad little boy, aren't you Stan?"
Stan didn't know how to respond.
He'd played these games with women before, letting them thing they
were in charge of him, but it wasn't really his style. "Candy,
please. Stop this before you embarrass yourself. You don't want to
do this. We work together... it just wouldn't be right."
He told her no, but he was
pretty sure he wanted her to continue. Just what was going on here?
He watched, mesmerized, as she worked at tying his arm to the
bedpost. She moved slowly, methodically and, when she bent over
him, he was again exposed to the grandiose view down her shirt. His
flaccid penis stirred and he felt the deep grumblings of an
erection. He hoped she wouldn’t stop, despite his words.
She didn't pout at the verbal
rejection an she didn't stop. Instead she took his hand, ever so
gently, and tied one end of the pillow case around it. "I
appreciate that you want to spare my feelings. The feeling,
however, is not mutual." She then roughly pushed his hand back, to
the bed frame, and finished tying his arm to the bed.
"What are you doing?" Stan
asked, part of him wanting to know what was going to happen if he
let her. His skin tingled at her touch and his erection grew. That
it was there, out front and easy to see was only slightly
embarrassing. Candy had seen him naked more times than he could
remember.
"You like to be in control,
Stan, right?" She asked as she stood, walking towards the other
side of the bed. "You like the little girls to tell you that
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