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Although Grant Johnson may have been a devoted husband and a loving father, he spent at least nine hours each day confined in a steel and glass prison where he trudged away for his corporate masters. He did this, he often told himself, so that he could provide a good life for his wife Cindy, his daughter Dena, and his son Victor. On some level, however, he knew better. Although it was true that as the man of the family it was his role to be the beast of burden who toils endlessly to support the lifestyle his family had grown accustomed to, there was more to it than money.
The reason he got up early each morning, donned a suit and tie, and fought through rush hour traffic along with millions of his fellow wage-slaves was because his job gave him a sense of identity. Who he was in the Company was who he was as a man. He had been chosen over his office rival Danny Dexminster for promotion to Assistant Regional Marketing Manager, so he was a better man than Danny. Mr. Nelson, the Vice President of Marketing, ranked Grant, so Mr. Nelson was a better man than Grant. Grant, like his colleagues, was motivated by the ancient primal urge to become the alpha male of the pack.
At the moment, Grant’s quest to acquire status within the company was not going well. Mr. Nelson was sitting with his entourage in the conference room where Grant was giving a presentation. As he spoke, flipping through his notes and charts, he couldn't help but notice Jody, the petite brunette sitting two seats away from Mr. Nelson. At 5'2", with her small frame and firm, B-cup breasts, Jody could have passed for a 16-year-old physically, but her intellect dwarfed that of any of the men in the room. To make matters worse, she seemed to have an uncanny ability to make any male, especially Grant, into a horny, blubbering fool with a mere glance.
Grant wanted nothing more than to run his fingers through Jody's shiny, radiant hair . . . to slowly stroke her flawless body with his hands . . . to fill his hands with her perky breasts . . . to fondle her until she spreads her legs wide apart so that he can find a home between her perf . . .
"PLEASE CONTINUE with your presentation Mr. Johnson," said Mr. Nelson impatiently. "I haven't got all day to watch you sift through your notes. You should have been prepared."
"Sorry sir," replied Grant. Think! Where was he? Where was he?
Time to stall. "We are all proud of what we accomplished in the month of June, and I can see no reason why similar performance cannot be expected in the future. If we . . ."
"You just got done telling me that sales DECLINED in the month of June," interrupted Mr. Nelson in an annoyed tone. "You can't honestly be saying that you're proud of that."
"Well, er, what I meant was that the numbers in June could be . . . er could be . . ." DAMN that Jody was hot. She was glancing directly at Grant, smiling as him and playing with her hair, and Grant's cock was growing harder by the moment. He wanted to lay Jody across the conference table right now and fuck her until he collapsed from exhaustion. At that particular moment, nothing else seemed to matter. Job, family, life -- irrelevant. It took all his effort just to restrain himself.
"Could be what, Mr. Johnson?" asked Mr. Nelson. After an uncomfortable silence that seemed like an eternity, Grant heard Jody's brassy voice saying "I think if we could just negotiate a reduced rate on our ad buy in the Houston area by taking competitive bids from local . . ." Jody was leaning forward slightly as she spoke, as if, thought Grant, she was anticipating a kiss. An open-mouthed kiss. Grant could just catch a glimpse of her cleavage. Round, perky breasts. One for each hand to play with, thought Grant. Better still, his cock would fit nicely between Jody's adorable mounds, and Jody would look good nude, on the floor, with her chest covered in his cum. That thought caused an immediate reaction in Grant's cock, and somewhere beneath his trousers a tiny drop of pre-cum was absorbed by his cotton briefs.
"Excellent idea!" said Mr. Nelson, suddenly interrupting Grant's train of thought. "What do you think, Mr. Johnson?" Grant, of course, had been so dazzled by Jody's feminine prowess that he had missed the majority of what she had said.
"Sounds, er, like an excellent idea, sir," replied Grant, who could think of nothing better to say.
"Good," replied Mr. Nelson mockingly. "That's the first sensible thing I've heard you say all day. It's settled then." Mr. Nelson and his entourage stood and started packing up. The meeting was over. A decision had been made. If only Grant had paid enough attention to know what that decision was. Grant simply stood dumbfounded as Mr. Nelson, Jody, and the other participants at the meeting filed out of the room.
Later that day Grant was toiling in his office when Jody walked in. Grant was startled when she walked in. He almost jumped. Jody had unbuttoned one the top buttons of her blouse, and it seemed that her skirt was an inch or two shorter, showing a bit more of her sexy legs. Well . . . maybe he was imagining the bit about her skirt, but that button was definitely unbuttoned. The sleeping giant in Grant's pants suddenly awakened.
Damn that Jody! Did she KNOW what she did to him?
"A penny for your thoughts?" asked Jody sweetly.
"Eh," replied Grant.
"You seemed a bit . . . distracted at the meeting this morning," said Jody.
"Er, yeah. I had, eh, a lot on my mind," said Grant.
Jody grinned, and looked deep into Grant's eyes. "Like what, Grant?" she asked.
"Like . . . er . . . stuff . . . er. . . that's going on . . . er . . . "
Jody picked up a letter that was laying on Grant's desk, glanced at it, and said, "Like Little Victor getting in trouble at school again?"
Jody had picked up a note that Victor's teacher had sent home with him, complaining about various behavior problems that Victor had, and expressing concern about Victor's low academic performance. Grant liked to keep such matters private, but Jody's feminine charms were such that he was not capable of keeping a secret from her.
"Yeah," replied Grant, "Victor and Dena are both having trouble at school. Victor won't do his homework, and his teacher's constantly complaining about how he goofs off in class. Dena behaves okay, but I think she's bored. She's a bright girl and they've been dumbing things down lately, so she just doesn't seem that excited about school anymore."
"Ever thought of private school?" asked Jody.
"Know of any good ones? I'll try anything," replied Grant, grateful to finally be talking about something that might, possibly, take his mind of Jody's body. Her cute, petite body. Her, hourglass curves. Her perfectly proportioned round ass. Her . . .
While Grant was fantasizing about Jody's anatomy, Jody produced a glossy, color brochure and handed it to Grant. "The Scythian Academy -- my alma mater. Best education out there."
Grant barely glanced at the brochure and read aloud, "'Dedicated to the ideal of feminine empowerment.' Sounds great for Dena, but what about Victor?"
"Oh, they take boys too," replied Jody nonchalantly. "They're especially good with boys like Victor."
"Well," replied Grant, "any school that can put Victor on the right path is sounds good to me. I'll show this to Cindy tonight." Grant closed the brochure and placed it in his briefcase.
When Grant got home that evening, he showed the brochure to Cindy, just as he said he would. Although Grant had given the brochure only a cursory glance, Cindy seemed enamored with it. She read and reread every word of the document, and gave it the respect and attention one would normally give only to a great, classical work of literature. The more Cindy studied the brochure, the more of a liking she took to the idea of sending Dena and Victor to the Scythian Academy.
After re-reading the brochure for what seemed like the millionth time, Cindy said to Grant, "It looks like the Scythian Academy is just what Dena and Victor need. I only wish I had found out about it sooner. Lets sign them up right now!"
"I don't know," replied Grant. "We should at least check the place out first. For all we know, all that stuff in the brochure could just be a bunch of window dressing."
"I don't see how THAT could be," said Cindy. "Anyway, the meeting for mothers of prospective students is next Wednesday afternoon. That should tell me everything I need to know."
"Next Wednesday afternoon . . ." mumbled Grant, as he thumbed through his personal date book, "what time is it, Hun? I've got a 3 o'clock that day but I can probably move it to . . ."
"Oh come on Grant," interrupted Cindy, "You know it's only for mothers. The meetings for fathers come . . . later."
Grant, in fact, did not know that. But admitting to that would have meant admitting that he hadn't read the brochure (and, in turn, that he was more interested in Jody's physical attributes than in any written material she might have for him). Grant did not want to do that, so he tried to resolve the situation by changing the subject.
"Well . . . let me know what you find out," said Grant.
"Of course," replied Cindy, with a grin.
Cindy went to the Scythian Academy the following Wednesday, and did not return home until late that evening. By the time Cindy got home, Grant was already in bed, asleep, dreaming pleasant dreams of himself enjoying the company of various attractive women, both real and imaginary. Cindy showered, dried herself, sprayed herself with modest amounts of her finest perfume, and donned a bright red negligee that had been designed to emphasize her best feminine attributes.
She then entered the bedroom and swiftly threw the blanket and sheets off the bed, to reveal Grant's completely naked body, and his fully erect cock. "Excellent," thought Cindy, "my work is halfway done."
Cindy sat on top of Grant's thighs, encircling her legs around them. As she looked directly into Grant's still-closed eyes, she gently stroked the bottom of his cock with her fingernail. This, of course, created more than enough stimulation to immediately wake Grant.
"Huh?" Grant grunted incoherently, seeing his amazingly seductively dressed wife sitting on top of him.
"Hi sweetie," Cindy cooed. "Having pleasant dreams?"
"Er . . ."
"What'cha dreaming about?" asked Cindy in a playful sing-song.
"Well, er . . . I er . . ." The last thing Grant wanted to tell his wife was that he had been dreaming about having sex with other women.
Cindy held Grant's cock between two fingers, and began rubbing his shaft up and down, ever so slowly. Grant became more sexually excited than he could ever remember himself being. Cindy suddenly stopped, and grabbed Grant's cock with her right hand and squeezed.
"You been dreaming about me?" asked Cindy.
"Yeah, yeah, I've been dreaming about you all night. Only you baby," said Grant quickly.
Cindy loosened her grip, and began gently massaging Grant's balls with two of her fingers. "Do you love me?" asked Cindy, as she began manipulating Grant's balls slightly more vigorously.
"Of course babe!" answered Grant.
Cindy grabbed Grant's balls in her right hand. "Would you do anything for me?" asked Cindy.
"Yeah, baby, anything."
Cindy let go, and stood up. As Grant suddenly sat up on the bed, Cindy shoved him back down with one firm push and said sternly "You wait here!" She then flicked his cock with her finger.
Grant waited, lying on his back with his cock rock-hard, for what seemed like an eternity. Cindy returned with a long document full of small print, and handed it to Grant with a pen. "Just sign this," she said, "and then we can take care of your little hard-on."
Grant picked up the document and began to read it. It was full of incomprehensible legal gobbledygook -- something about "full power of attorney . . . en loco parentus . . . waiver of custodial rights . . . authority to administer all forms or corporal . . ."
Cindy suddenly slapped Grant's cock with her open hand. "Just sign," she ordered firmly, as she grabbed Grant's balls in her hand and began to squeeze.
Grant signed. He didn't know what he was signing -- all he knew was that he wanted sex. Now. No matter what.
Cindy took the document, and said "Good boy," in the tone of voice one would normally use on a dog. She placed the document on top of a nearby dresser, and then began to slowly remove her negligee, to reveal a nude female form, the mere sight of which would arouse any male. Especially Grant.
Cindy rewarded Grant for his obedience by climbing on top of him and fucking his cock slowly and gently -- stimulating him but not allowing him to cum. Unlike all of the previous occasions when Cindy and Grant had had sex, Cindy was on top. She was in the dominant position, and She was in control. It was not until Grant seemed on the verge of exploding that Cindy finally, mercifully, pushed Grant over the edge.
It was the best sex either of them had ever had.
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