Chapters (34)
- Cover
- Other Titles by Susie Bright
- Copyright
- Dedication
- Contents
- Introduction
- Halves
- Surviving Darwin
- Playing Doctor
- Innocence in Extremis
- The Program
- The Letters
- The Desires of Houses
- Horny
- Pinkie
- Fleshlight
- Are We Having SexNow Or What?
- Three ObsceneTelephone Calls
- Tennessee
- Up for a Nickel
- The Manicure
- This Isn’t About Love
- Blue Light
- End-of-the-World Sex
- A Jew Berserk onChristmas Eve
- Casting Couch
- It’s Never Too Latein New York
- The Year ofFucking Badly
- Story of OBirthday Party
- Top of the 15th:Best American Erotica’s Authors1993–2008
- Readers’ DirectoryThe Most Influential Erotic Editors, Journals,and Web Sites of the Past 15 Years
- Contributors
- Credits
- About the Editor and Author
“Turn around, Trixie,” she said. I did, but I was too embarrassed to look at her. “That’s right, Trixie, don’t look up. I’m the boss. I’ll look at you.” She put her hand under my chin and raised my face. I made sure to keep my eyes averted. “I’m going to undo your blouse now, Trixie. I want to see what you’re hiding from me.” Her hands were warm, her fingers deft, and as she exposed my breasts, I worried about my pussy. It was getting so wet I thought my juices might drip down my thighs and onto the floor.
Her hands cupped my breasts and her fingers teased my nipples. “Nice,” she said, “very nice.” Her voice had gotten sweeter, but it still commanded. She moved over to the couch and lay down. “Come here. Trixie.” I went to her, my movements hampered by the skirt around my ankles. “Get up on the couch, between my legs.” I did what she said. “Open my pants.” I started to, but was alarmed when I felt something big and hard in her pants. “Take it out,” she said, and I did—a long, thick, and very lifelike dildo. She reached under the couch and brought up a condom. “Put it on,” she said, “with your mouth.” I was clumsy, but I did it. The condom was lubricated, so when she told me to start fucking my tits with her dick, the dildo slid right between them. She groaned as if she could really feel every inch of it. “Suck it,” she said. “Get it in your mouth.” I moved my chest up and down on it, feeling the friction on my breasts and enjoying it when my fingers occasionally rubbed my nipples. I lowered my mouth onto the head. I sucked and licked it enthusiastically. I moaned and sighed. I felt crazy, and for a second panicked, when I realized that anyone could walk into the office and see me there, naked except for the torn hose and disheveled skirt that held my feet together.
“Oh, that’s good,” Jane said. “That’s it, really put your head into it. Show me how sorry you are that you did your job so badly. Show me what a good slut you can be.” She fucked my breasts and mouth some more, then pulled away from me. She got up and rearranged me so that my skirt was completely off and I was kneeling on the couch and looking straight into the mirror. She got behind me.