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(MF, menstrual sex, employee/boss crush, MFM, adult
sisters incest, light DSBD)
My Blood Seduction Of My Boss
by
PlanetDweller
I knew from the moment I laid eyes on Kenny that I had
to have him. Tall, dark, handsome and very, very
married. I didn’t care.
From the moment he was hired as the new President of
the plumbing contracting firm I worked for as one of
two Vice-Presidents there (the other one is also
female) it was love at first sight at least on my
part. But damn, it took some doing.
Pardon if I brag a little, but I do look more like a
Hooters or a higher-class topless dancer than a
28-year-old VP of one of the major plumbing
contracting firms in South Carolina. My 38DD perfectly
shaped and perfectly pert even after three kids
always have drawn the eyes of every I ever met, up
until Kenny, who worked for the company for over a
month before his eyes ever left his focus from my neck
up, and it took wearing a halter top on a "casual
Friday" to get his attention down to my two biggest
assets and liabilities.
The other VP of Sammy’s Plbg. Co, Laurie, had run
across Kenny and his some years back when she
(Laurie) and her-then boyfriend between divorces were
into swinging and had found and rejected Kenny and his
wife as potential swinging partners, so I knew that
Ken had to be straight and had to be interested in
women, but for the first month or more he wouldn’t
even engage in a lightweight risque joke with me, even
with someone else present in my office.
Around the second month he was there, though, through
my initial sharing of some personal problems related
to the long hours I was working that were negatively
affecting my home life (they really weren’t, but
that’s what I told him), he began to loosen up a bit,
and soon afterwards after he and Laurie and I started
going to lunch more together, I got him to trust me a
bit more, to risk being friends with me and Laurie.
During lunch one day together at a local Rockola café,
just the three of us, Laurie sheepishly asked if Kenny
recognized her, if he had meet her at all before.
"I don’t know…have I?…should have I?…I think so, but I
don’t remember exactly."
"Years ago, Kenny, back in the wild and crazy 80’s, my
boyfriend between marriages and I contacted you and
your through an ad you placed in a swinger’s
magazine, and we ended up rejecting you, we talked on
the phone and swapped photos and rejected you…" Laurie
continued.
"Why?"
"Because Rick didn’t like your wife’s, Kathy’s,
appearance…sorry…will you forgive me, Ken?"
"Sure…sure, Laurie, no problem…that was ages, over a
decade ago…I don’t care what happened back then…"
"I was just so worried that you’d fire me if you
remembered me and remembered that I and Rick rejected
you."
"Of course I wouldn’t have fired you, Laurie, but
thanks for telling me all this anyway….I appreciate
it, I mean it."
With that, the very real but unspoken tension between
the three of us was broken, and we all group hugged as
we left Rockola to go back to the office.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
It was the middle of summer, the busy season for all
plumbing companies in particular and construction
firms in general, and I stayed so busy all day, having
usually to work until eight or nine o’clock just to
get all the paperwork done for my jobs, just trying to
keep ahead of the billings, problems with my field
guys (I am in charge of all field operations, and my
guys will march off a cliff for me), problems with
clients, you name it.
It was because I started staying so late that Kenny
started staying late with me. He was having to work
12-14-16 hours a day too trying to get a handle on our
seemingly intractable cashflow problems and problems
with past legacy jobs that he was having to try to
solve. The fact that his was still in Columbia
and hadn’t made the move with him yet to Greeneville
made things all the more easier for me to lay my trap.
But Kenny wasn’t going to be an easy one to catch, my
Playmate (100% real, I swear!) and perfect
hourglass figure and long dirty hair which I
dyed to a better grade of aside.
For the next month or so, he and I shared almost every
Monday through Thursday night together, alone in my
office, he bringing his paperwork in to do it at
Steve’s (my main Field Superintendent and general
flunkie) workstation at the far end of my office, just
keeping each other company while we slogged through
the grind of never-ending paperwork. At least he
started laughing at my dirty jokes. And I played my
trump card, focusing on his deep spirituality which
was unconventional but harmless, pretending like I was
actually interested, and yes fibbing when I told him I
wanted to be his student.
As close as we became then, still, he wouldn’t hardly
ever look at my chest, and wouldn’t hardly ever even
talk sexy with me, not even behind closed doors late
at night. Damn.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Then, I accidentally left a Midol atop the top row of
keys of my desktop’s keyboard, it sitting there two or
three days or more. Honestly, I didn’t even remember
putting it there. Then, one day…
"I couldn’t help but notice your Midol, Emily, that’s
been sitting at the front edge of your keyboard for a
week or more."
"It’s not been sitting there for a week, it’s been
more like just a couple of days…why did you notice
that, Kenny?"
"I couldn’t help but notice it, Emily…" he said with a
sly grin, the first real grin I had seen him express
in two months of working with him "…’you trying to
tell me something, hhmmm?"
"Like what?…" I said with full white teeth showing,
pushing my chest out to where he had to notice my
bosoms as I sat behind my desk, he leaning over the
front of it, grinning at me…
"I dunno, you tell me…"
"Like maybe it’s ‘that time of the month’ for me, so
get off my back a little, or I’ll throw a PMS fit?"
"If you’re ‘during’, you don’t have PMS, since that’s
‘pre’, and not during, so I won’t buy that excuse, not
at all…"
"Oh, yyouuuu!!!…" I squealed with only half-feigned
girlish delight. Finally, finally, I had found a chink
in that armor of his. Kenny had a menstrual fetish, if
a mild one, or he wouldn’t have risen to the
unintended bait.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Over the next few weeks, the three of us, Laurie,
Kenny and myself, became very, very close as friends.
Almost too close. I didn’t want Laurie being so close
to him, but she was VP Of Finance and was the one he
spent a lot of time with, more than with me, though he
did try to balance his time and attention out between
us during the day. But as close as we came, he still
emphasized how we should place our families and
homelives first, not sacrificing them for the sake of
the company or our jobs, and our evenings together
became less and less frequent, his now coming up
from Columbia to stay with him during the week, they
both going back home on the weekends, being the reason
why.
Never in my life before had I felt such an attraction
to this 6’5" 250 lb hunk of manhood, boyishly handsome
but basically average looking, but who carried himself
with such a sincere presence of modesty and humility,
which made his very-real power as a all the more
attractive.
Then, the bottom dropped out. We still were in a
cash-flow crunch, which Kenny had been hired to fix
but couldn’t, hadn’t done so at least. We all knew the
reason why, which our high fixed overhead, which
nothing short of an angel investor with two million
cool ones to give us could fix. Bill Jr., the owner,
told me and Laurie during a Board meeting (Kenny was
the President of the company but didn’t sit on the
corporate Board, only Bill and Laurie and I actually
did so) that things hadn’t been fixed to his
satisfaction quickly enough even though Ken had made a
bunch of positive changes to put us on the right
tracks to get to profitability in the near future, and
yes, Kenny had to be the fall guy to satisfy our main
creditors, he had to go. Damn. My time was now running
out, and I still hadn’t gotten what I ultimately
wanted. I hadn’t gotten Kenny in my bed.
I knew that if I came out and asked him point-blank to
go to bed with him, he’d say "no" without even
thinking about it. Every possible subterfuge way, from
just kissing him behind closed doors to inviting him
to a non-existing hot tub party at a friend’s house,
just wouldn’t work.
Then it hit me. I called my Tracy, whom I have
been casually bi with since I was 13 and she was 11
and who is a full-blown now as a 26-year-old
adult and lives with a girlfriend, and she told me my
plan was high-risk but also high-reward and also
agreed to help me all she could, knowing how much I
wanted to add Kenny to my list of trophy men.
++++++++++++++++++
My timing had to be perfect. Bill Jr. was going to
fire Kenny the following Friday unbeknownst to Kenny,
and my period was late, hadn’t started by that
Tuesday. Damn. I went to my Gyn and got a shot to get
it started. And start it did. Flooding me out like
locheal flow after childbirth. Perfect.
"Damn…DAMN!!!…" I exclaimed as I sat at my desk, Kenny
having finally walked into my office after basically
ignoring me that morning altogether, sitting in my
leakage for over an hour, waiting on him to dart in so
we could ostensibly go to lunch.
"What…what!?!…" he asked some excitedly, responding to
my faux outburst.
"Oh…never mind…I think we’ll have to cancel lunch
today…is that ‘kay?"
"Sure…I guess…but why?"
"Oh, it’s just…just one of those ‘female things’…"
"Ohhhh…" he replied, his face changing just enough to
reveal how ever-so slightly his interest was rising in
me.
"Oh, you know…you know when I’m supposed to be during
‘that time’, this week…"
"Yeah, I know…"
"Well, Ken, let’s just say I just had an ‘accident’…
", his face lighting up like a little boy’s, his mind
visualizing my bleeding leaking through to my
dress office nicest pair of black Gloria Vanderbilt
jeans "…"and now I need to run to the Dillard’s in the
mall and get a new pair…damn…I’m sorry we missed
lunch..another day then?"
"Sure…" his mind reeling, thinking "…I tell you what,
why don’t we go together…you can buy your new jeans,
and we can pick up some lunch at the food
court…sounds’ okay?"
"Okay…’sure you don’t mind, I’m sorry I ruined our
lunch.."
"No problem…"
I had my Kenny now, hook, line, and sinker.
Making a big deal about hiding my stained jeans as I
left the office ladies’ room, pulling the tail of my
knit top down over my jeans, like I was trying to hide
some big bloody stain that was showing through my
jeans, which I actually was, we scooted out the front
of the office without saying good-bye to anyone or
checking out on the in-out board. As much as my I
wanted to have Kenny at least this one time before he
left the firm and knowing that it probably would end
our very real friendship and any chance for a
continuing liaison afterwards with him, in the back of
my mind I couldn’t help but wonder if the reality of
having him would be worth a fifty plus dollar plus
pair of Vanderbilt jeans and thirty dollar Olga
panties.
I didn’t need to try them on in the fitting room,
since they’re the only jeans made that fit my slightly
larger-than-average butt and whose pantleg diameter
doesn’t look droopy on my thin, shapely legs.
Kenny beside me, the clerk gave us an odd look or two,
since it was obvious that we probably weren’t husband
and or even ordinary boyfriend and girlfriend,
not with Ken’s 42 years and my 28, fourteen years’
worth of difference. She probably thought that he was
a successful businessman and I was his mistress,
buying the jeans and Olga’s together. She was right,
of course, but only prophetically, since the reality
of that was still a few minutes away.
I made a show of going to the public restrooms at the
mall, waiting a minute, then coming back out in a huff
"Damn, Kenny, I forgot…these damn stalls in the
ladies’ room here don’t have any locks that work, and
I don’t want to do this here…would you mind if we stop
by my sister’s apartment so I can change?…she only
lives five minutes away", an "uuuuhhh…sure…if you’d
like…let’s get us something to eat, maybe from the
Burger Grille, while we’re going there?" whisping back
from him, I replying "sure" back to him, flashing my
sweetest smile, giving him a side-armed hug, rubbing
my padded crotch as close to him as I could.
The two OB tampons that I had put in me that morning
were started to pinch for real. I really did want and
need them out, and soon. We had to wait in line for
fifteen minutes at the Burger Grille for our food
before scooting over to Tracy’s apartment which was
just around the corner from it. Throwing the bags of
burgers and fries down on her kitchenette table, I
scooted to the bathroom in a genuine rush. It was now
or never, but whether he came to me or not, those damn
plugs were going to have to come out, and now.
"Kenny…Keeennnyyy…K-e-e-e-n-n-n-y-y!!!…can you come in
here?…I need you, I really need you…pullleeassse come
here, Ken-ny!.." I vocalized to him as he sat in my
sister’s apartment living room as I stood one leg
propped up on the in Tracy’s masterbath, naked
except for my bra, my blood-stained jeans and
soaked-through pad and soiled lying on the
cold tile floor.
No answer. "Kenn-n-ny, please come here, I need you!"
I damn-near yelled. No answer still. Shit. What the
hell. Either he was going to take the bait, or he
wasn’t. Even the best fly fisherwoman doesn’t catch
them all. "Ke-n-n-n-y-y-y, my tampons are stuck inside
me, seriously, Honey!…" I did yell out at the top of
my lungs as I walked to the bathroom door so he might
could hear me better "…p-u-l-e-a-s-e come here, Kenny,
I really do need your help, please!"
My fingers found both strings as I got ready to slide
them out when Kenny finally eased his way into the
bathroom.
As he did, I heard Tracy call for me. Finally, she
arrrived, and not a second too soon. Any longer, and
the timing would have been ruined. Without her help,
Kenny may been coaxed into fooling around some with
me, but not going as far as I wanted to go.
Startled by the sound of her voice, he almost bolted,
my nakedness except for my bra which was still teasing
his eyes, but I rushed to him and hugged him tight as
he stood in the doorway, telling him "it’s okay,
Ken-ny, it’s okay…it’s just Tracy..she and I have been
lovers since we were kids…we don’t have any secrets
from each other."
Relaxing in my hug, his bulge did indeed bulge up
enough to where it was rolling against my naked thigh,
felling large through his Bauer casual dress pants.
Tracy made some noise in the kitchen as I called to
her "Trac’, in here, in the bathroom, Tracy…Ken’s here
too…I hope it’s okay…"
"Sure, Sis, it’s okay…" Tracy murmured aloud to me as
she and I kissed each other as my hug wasn’t broken
from Ken yet "…how ya’ doin’, Sis?"
"I’m okay…well, not really…damn tampons are stuck in
me somehow, and I’ve leaked through and ruined my good
jeans, and I don’t have the strength to pull them
out…damn…"
"Here, let me help, Em’…" she play-acted out what we
had scripted beforehand, feigning a tug-of-war with
them, making a semi-erotic show for Ken’s benefit as
he backed off from us as I propped my leg back up on
the and Tracy played with my splayed-open
split, he viewing my bloody cunny as she did, her
protestations of not being able to get them out along
with the sister-to-sister semi-lesbian show making
Kenny’s eyes get wider and wider as he watched "…damn,
Em’, I can’t get them out, either…Kenny, can you help
Emily?"
His focus on what was before him had him in the palm
of my hand, finally. "Oh..uuhhhh…sure…I was going to
help her before you came in, Trac’…"
"Let’s go the bed and let me lay down, Ken…" I
suggested "it might be easier if I’m lying flat with
my legs propped up and you can get better access to
them, ‘k?"
Tracy helped put a couple of ratty bathtowels on
the bed first, in anticipation of the fun mess to
come. Ken took on an expression of contemplative
thought, like he was thinking this might be a set-up,
but his totally masculine nature that I loved so much
about him kicked in, and with an enveloping smile
scooted over the bed with us.
Tracy went ahead and flicked the clasp of my bra off
so he could finally see my Hooter-gyrl boobs. The
bulge in his pants was now full. Kissing me, Tracy
helped place the towels under my butt better, my legs
propping up as I lay on my back, Ken getting the full
view of my bloody cunt. Smiling at him, he got on the
bed with us, my hand guiding his to my pussy, with a
"…c’mon, Ken, they’re stuck so tight I can’t get them
out and neither can Tracy…I don’t want to have to go
to the Emergency Room and have them removed..won’t you
try to pull them out for me, pull-lleaassee?"
All those exercises with vaginal dilators and Ben-Wa
balls finally were going to pay off. The tampons were
so saturated and slick with blood that I could have
almost pushed them with my well-developed vaginal
muscles without even using my hands, but that wasn’t
the point. The point was Kenny.
Clamping down hard on them without showing obvious
strain on my face to belie my gentle deception, Ken
tried a couple of times to pull them out by their
respective strings, but no luck. My muscles held them
tight. "Harder, Kenny, pull harder!!!" Tracy urged.
With a reasonably mighty tug, he pulled hard and by
advance plan my knee kneeded him in the side hard and
my other leg kicked up at him. "Sorry…" I demurred
"…it hurts when you do that…sorry…but they need to
come out…please try again?"
Giving me a look like "what the hell is next?", he
pulled at them again, and again, I kicked and kneed
him again, this time hard enough to move his six foot
something and two hundred something pound frame away
from me. "Sorry…" my voice half horsewhispered "…it
just hurts…they must be stuck…please try again,
Kenny…please try again…"
"I got an idea…" Tracy interjected "…let’s try this,
Kenny…"
Sis got out the silk scarves that we often use in our
secret playtimes, and tied my wrists and ankles to the
cornerposts of the bed. "Now, she can’t thrash around
and you, Kenny."
He tried a couple of times more as I thrashed around
some more on the bed, pretending like they really were
stuck bad and wouldn’t come out with a crowbar. "Wait
a sec’, Ken…she needs to relax some…you don’t mind, do
you?"
Tracy kissed me full on the lips as she played with my
boobs, her hands running all over them as we locked
lips, Kenny sitting back on the edge of the bed taking
the show in for all he was worth. Her clothes flying
off as I lay tied up on her bed, my still leaking
fresh menstrual blood onto the towels underneath
my butt, Kenny’s mouth now slightly open as he focused
on the scene before him, Tracy flipped around and down
to start giving me some head.
All sense of anything but the moment was come from
Kenny now. Flicking off his boating shoes and the rest
of his clothes following, he was soon naked on the bed
with is, as Tracy flipped around to sixty-nine me as
my prone body stayed restrained under her, pulling on
the silk scarves that bound me to the four corners of
my immediate world.
I just let go and started moaning. Tracy has always
been such a superb cunny-linger, I taught her myself,
and never get tired of what she can do to me. Her
teeth gently pulled on my strings as she ate me at, my
tongue bathing her before my face in our 69.
"Kenny…" I screamed at him through my sister’s hairy
muff "…join us, dammit, join us!"
Pushing Sis’s head over to one side, his tongue found
my lips as Trac’ on my clit. God, I was
in heaven.
"Pull them out, now, Kenny…I think I’m relaxed enough
to where they’ll come out now…" I muffled from the
other end of Sis and I’s mutual oral lovemaking.
Relaxing my muscles, they slid out easily as he
tugged on their strings. Trying to kiss Tracy, she
mildly protesting, reminding him she was a lesbian,
not bi, and asked him if he liked kissing too. We
all laughed as Tracy rolled off me and Ken slithered
up to my face with a "this was a set-up, wasn’t it,
Emily?"
"Well, a bit of one…you don’t mind, do you?…please
tell me you don’t mind…I really want you, Kenny…I
really want you!"
"Then why didn’t you just ask?"
"Because you would have said ‘no’?…don’t fib to me,
we’re too close friends for that…if I had asked you to
share my bed if for just one time, what would you have
said?…hhhmmm?"
He thought for a moment as he sat naked beside me on
the bed. I tugged at my silky restraints, smiling at
him, as Tracy flipped around to the other side of the
bed to suck on my nipples and caress my pussy, kissing
me as she did, the essence of my femininity smearing
onto my face and facial lips from whence she had taken
it just a moment before.
Smiling back at me, no, beaming back at me, he
whispered lowly aloud to me "you know I would have
said ‘no’…you know I would have said ‘no’ ."
Tracy untied me as Ken and I and her embraced in a
perfect three-way hug and mutual kiss. She knew how
badly I had wanted Kenny since he had first come into
my life. Now he was mine, if only for this time.
"Anything you want, Kenny, except fucking
Tracy…anything you want me to do to you or for you, I
will, you can have…just do what you will…I’m yours for
today…anything at all…"
Just then, my Nextel cellphone in my purse that I had
left in the living room shattered the moment. Damn. I
tried to ignore it, we all tried to ignore it. A
moment later, it chirped to life again. Again, we all
wanted the moment not to end so badly, no one made a
move to go get it. Then, Ken’s Nextel which was
holstered to his belt on his pants went off as well.
Double fucking damn. He knew he had to answer it. It
was Suzie, my protégé’ and head of the warehouse part
of my charge. We all could hear her as Ken hit the
button the put her on the Nextel’s exterior microphone
and speaker.
"Ken…Ken?…you there?"
"Yeah, I’m here Suzie..what do you want?"
"When are you coming back to the office?"
"I dunno…why?" he asked with obvious irritation in his
voice.
"Is Emily with you?…didn’t you two go to lunch
together?"
"Yes…YES, she’s is her with me, Suzie…do you want to
speak with her?"
"Uh-hu, if you don’t mind?"
Flipping up the cover to disengage the external
speaker and mic and go private, I tried to hide both
my irritation and my crescending passion-breath. "Yes,
Suzie, what is it?"
"Sorry to bother you, bosslady, but your two o’clock
appointment has been waiting for half an hour…what
should I tell him?…you know, it’s Bert from Climate
Supply…you needed to see him about increasing our
credit line?…what should I tell him, Emily?"
"Ask him if we can reschedule."
Long silence as she put me on hold for a couple of
minutes. "He says tell you that if you and he don’t
work something out today, they’re going to have to put
us on credit hold until you and Kenny and he get
things straightened out.
Shit. For lack of a half an hour there at the mall,
fifteen minutes longer than necessary at the Burger
Grille, whatever. Damn. No point fighting fate.
"Tell him I ran into a problem at the bank, and will
be there in half an hour."
"Okay" she replied as I flipped the cover back down on
Kenny’s pocket-sized Nextel, cutting my phone to call
to her off as well as any hope of actually adding
Kenny to my trophy case of male conquests.
"We need to go, then…" he protested dejectedly to no
one in particular and the world in general.
"Yep, we need to go…can we do this another time,
Kenny?…what about you and your both joining me
and Tracy?…I know she’d enjoy it, she is so bi after
all…"
"But you and I both know it won’t happen, because Bill
Jr. Will fire me tomorrow, and Kathy and I will head
back home to Columbia.."
That caught me offguard, for sure. "How…how did you
know?"
"It’s not important how…I just know…actually, Bill
told me this morning, so I could go ahead and tell
Kathy tonight…it’s okay…I’ll be fine."
"Oh..oh, Kenny, my Kenny!!!…" I cried as we both
hugged and sobbed a little together, hugging each
other in our nakedness on Tracy’s bed as she scooted
away from us to get dressed and give us some privacy
"..I’m so, so sorry…is there anything I can do for
you, anything at all?"
"Just be my friend, Emily…like you’ve said you’ll
always will be…just be my friend, that’s all."
"Of course, Ken, I’ll always be your friend…and you’ll
always be my best male friend, always, I swear!"
We walked together to the bathroom adjacent to Tracy’s
master bedroom just a few steps away. I washed my
bloody tail and washed Kenny’s smeared face with a
coolishly wet washcloth. He didn’t kiss me on the
lips. He kissed me on the cheek instead, a friend
kiss, not a lover’s kiss. Perfect. In it’s own way, if
a disappointing way to my original plan, perfect. Now,
we could stay friends forever. I didn’t need him for
my man-count after all.
Tracy came in with a fresh box of tampons for me she
had bought previously that morning, she only using
pads normally. Kenny held me close in a friendly hug,
helping me with my balance that I didn’t need him to
do but was sweet of him to do anyway, as I threw one
leg up on the edge of the tub and popped one of the
Super Tampax Naturals in. He didn’t try to feel me up
or grope me, he just held me close as a friend. A real
friend who would stay my friend forever.
Dressing together in the bedroom, reassembling our
clothes, Bert was waiting for me back at the office
and it was important to the company, Kenny finally
broke the ice, complimenting me on how very pretty if
not downright beautiful I was.
"And it’s not because of your perfect or
perfect body, Emily.." he smiled at me while cooing, I
shooting him a somewhat quizzical look at that remark
"…it’s because of the beauty of your soul inside you."
I couldn’t help but shed a tear. I reached for him and
hugged him for all he was worth. He hugegd me back
with equal reflexive intensity. He simply had no clue
how special a’ he really was. He cried a tear in
sympathy to mine now as well. I licked his tear clean
from his cheek. He smiled. We walked together out of
Tracy’s apartment as she closed and locked the door
behind us, we heading back towards the office, Tracy
leaving the parking lot behind us in the opposite
direction. All the way back, we held hands as he drove
us through Greeneville’s easy traffic, our smiles of
true friendship mirroring each other’s. For the first
time in my life, I felt genuine for-real, totally
unconditional love from any or any woman or anyone
else for that matter. Perfect.
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