Acceptance
by
Ben Hannigan
Dear Diary,
This morning we headed into work, Laura had to meet with
suppliers and handle invoices and cash checks, so I would be left to face the tender mercies
of the rest of the team. We stopped in at the local glazed goods pusher and
picked up a box of twenty four and a round of coffees in apology for them
having to pick up our slack yesterday. When we got to the office, Laura entered
first while I locked my truck.
The team could tell that something had happened even before
we said anything because I walked into the office in fitted tiger stripe
combats with a tan vest, a borrowed Sig Sauer SP2022 on my hip. Not only that,
but it was obvious from the way that I dropped the mag, racked the slide and
presented the weapon at the clearing, barrel showing clear that I knew how to
handle the gun. When I finished the
drill and placed the weapon in the box on my assigned desk that up until now
had remained empty, the room was silent. I tied my hair back casually stretching,
moving my arms straight in the air linking my fingers together. This movement lifting me onto my tiptoes and
causing my shirt to rise and showing bare tummy and the piercing I had got as my
first act of rebellion after moving to this southern town; a small delicate representation of a rose in
aluminum on my belly button.
As I did this, Laura left her office with her Bluetooth
headset in and walked over to me, whispering loud enough for the whole office to hear, “Evil
girl, I will be thinking of that bare tummy all day now and I have to go speak
to the city council. ” She leaned over, kissing me soundly, leaving me blinking,
slightly dazed for the two minutes it took me to process that she had left.
As I came down to earth, I realized that the office had
exploded with questions. The how’s ,the
why’s, the when’s; all the questions
that the gossips would want. We worked through the day and I was bombarded with
questions between phone calls. After
about an hour of constant pestering I agreed to tell them at lunch. We finally
got to lunch after a really hectic day that for me was mainly fielding phone
calls, preparing for the big trade show in Nevada. We arranged to go to the
little Mexican place around the corner. Since it was a nice day we decided to
walk. The moment after we all logged out of our computers and turned the phones
onto our out-to -lunch auto-message systems was one of the moments that reminded
me I work in the weapons industry. The sound of slides being racked as
magazines are slammed home and the click of the safety. They all watched me,
amazed that after a single day of range time I was confident enough with a
weapon to carry it openly and was
careful enough to once racking the slide and chambering a round, to top up the
magazine to give me that one extra round just in case.
We walked to the restaurant and ordered drinks. We passed the bar, sitting together at a
single large table. I was placed in the center, so the interrogation could
begin in earnest. They asked about the shooting and who pursued who and how it
happened. I told them about the touches, Laura’s adjustments of my techniques
and the way she gently held me. I talked about the confusion that I felt and
the desire, the lust, my eyes glazed over as they saw the “me” I had been so scared of for so long come out.
The “me” who masturbated in the shower over my boss. I described the act of touching myself, losing
myself in the moment. The girls nodded knowingly
as I replayed the image of slowly rolling my nail over my dripping lips. The guys watched hungrily as I sucked the lip
of the coke bottle, licking my lips. My cunt ached with desire as I lost myself
in the memories.
I told the story of being turned down gently as I offered myself
to my new partner. I teared up and again the guys and girls had
two completely different reactions. The
girls thought it was sweet and amazing that Laura had that level of self-control
and the guys understood, but reacted
with anger at the boy who believed that he had the right to dominate me.
Right from the start, working at HDI I was protected by this
family environment. I was the youngest and was very much supported by what
seemed to be a whole army of new brothers and sisters. My first week they basically showed me the
entire town, stocked my larder and fridge, and just generally pulled me close
to them. I had standing offers for
dinner with all of them and was introduced to their children. I was “Aunty
Siam” to a small horde of children and the family weekend events with the
company were living proof of the party as hard as you work ethos.
The girls were having to break up plots by the guys to fly
to Chicago to beat this boy and my father, to the point where they were
confiscating phones to prevent flights being arranged. I knew they were
protective, but this show of support reduced me to tears for the second time in
as many days. They paid the bill before
I could blink and walked me to the office. We sat in the break room together and I
basically asked my “brothers” and “sisters” for advice, I didn’t know what I
was feeling didn’t understand this lust and desire. They talked to me,
explained a lot of the sexual stuff that most of them had learned through open
and honest conversations with parents and beyond that just supported me and let
me ask at my own pace.
They were wonderful and throughout the afternoon of support,
they managed to make me giggle and help me plan something. More than that they convinced me to do
something I was kinda wanting to for a long time. By three PM I found myself lying in a
tattooists chair in my t shirt and knickers as he inked a snow leopard on my
left thigh just under my bottom, it
wasn’t pouncing or lunging or snarling it was what the rest of my work
colleagues described as Me, curled up with a sketch pad, a sketch of a
sketching snow leopard.
So diary, in three day’s I had learned to shoot, learned I
am at the very least bisexual and have gotten a tattoo. I was loved and welcomed into the family at
work and I had never been happier. At four thirty the boss turned up and walked
into her office, I waited five minutes and stood to go see her, as I walked
over most of the team gave me high fives or whispered good luck messages.
Lucy and Sophie who as well as picking me up and driving me
down for this job ended up working there, hugged me and whispered. “When you
are confident with Laura come talk to us together” as they sandwiched me
between them.
I was confused but rolled with it and after being given
permission to enter I took a deep breath and pushed open the door. Laura was sitting,
lounging in the beanbag chair rather than being at her desk which was perfect
for what I was planning. I nudged the door with my foot, the bang causing her
to look up from the email she was writing. I walked over to what she called the
chill out zone of her office, where she was based . I dropped to crawling and
slowly moved towards her. When I reached her beanbag I slithered up her body
catching her lips in mine, pressing her body against mine as I launched a
passionate demanding kiss, grinding my sex on her thigh her leg between mine as
my tongue pushed into her mouth deep and fast.
This was the new, confident me in control and it felt
fucking fantastic Diary. I kissed my way down her body, sucking her throat
enjoying her moans and gasped words. I unbuttoned her blouse hurriedly still
grinding into her knee. My eyes were wide and my breathing heavy as I tried to
focus on those buttons and kiss and lick my way down this breathtaking freshly
bared line of skin. Her bra undone with my left hand as I slid the straps down
her arms with my teeth, I stroked her nipples with my lips and tongue grinning
widely at the mumbled moans for more that each movement elicited from my love.
I undid her jeans, pushing them down her legs thankful that she
habitually walked around the office barefoot. I ducked under her legs and found myself
staring lustfully at the small patch of neatly trimmed hair surrounding her
slit. I didn’t know that she didn’t wear underwear under her jeans but I was
very glad of that. I dove into her, passionately remembering the suggestions
from my adopted family. I started with slow, soft, gentle, caressing licks,
flicking my tongue across her lips and gently brushing her mound with kisses, I
moved slowly from there, searching for her clit with the tip of my tongue and
rolled it in my mouth, stroking and suckling on it gently. My hands undoing my
combats and sliding them off my body leaving me grinding against her wearing
white panties so soaked with arousal they were appearing clear. My tongue
boldly now flicking into her sex, parting her lips and thrusting, rolling
around the walls of her inner sanctum, matching my thrusts with the grinding
movement of my hips. I got faster, deeper and more confident as I felt my own
orgasm building. She was going with it now, not worrying about what inspired
this act. Her hands fisted in my hair as
she pressed me deeper into her cunt. Rubbing my nose into her slit, fucking her
with my nose as I licked her eagerly, she was so wet and tasted so, so good. I pushed a finger into her as I slid up her
body, my panties sliding down my legs as I moved because they were stuck to her
knee. I kissed her hard and fast again, she could taste her own juices on me. I fingered her fast my thumb on her clit as I
offered my throat to her, she bit my neck and I writhed, her hands cupping my
arse and I wriggled causing her to penetrate me deeply with two fingers, I
yowled as I felt it.
“So fucking good, please gods more!” I rocked into her
fingers as I fingered her, she was coming fast and hard and I was very close.
“Fuck me Laura, make me your fucking whore.” I screamed as
she hit my clit and my g-spot at the same time. I was seeing stars it was so intense. Before I
registered what had happened ,I was on my back on the bean-bag with my
girlfriend, half naked, stripping quickly and ripping my vest in the rush to
get me naked. Well, I say naked but she
left me in my socks with my knickers round one ankle. My white anklet socks with pink bows and the
knickers that my mother used to buy for me; white with lace trim and a pink bow
above my slit. I with my hair in plaits must have looked like a slutty
schoolgirl as I begged for her to carry on touching my wet cunt. She was as
rough and fast as I had been to her. She had me begging, mewling in minutes as
I spasmed and shook, coming so hard I squirted.
She licked me clean after each orgasm, fast and insistent, driving me to
the next. She even with me on my back,
legs over her shoulders tongue-fucked my arse as I whimpered from the
intensity. I was hers. Putty in her
hands and melting. She kissed me hard,
fast, biting my neck, fingering my cunt and my arse at the same time. Then she
laid down with me, entwining her legs with mine, pressed her cunt against mine
and kissed my boobs, reaching into a bag
hidden behind the bean-bag.
She withdrew a sex
toy, a double tipped dildo and murmured, “Bought this a few years ago but got
dumped for a younger, prettier model and never got a chance to use it, so it
stayed in this bag behind the chair ever since, can I Siam? Can I fuck your
virgin cunt, can I have you?”
I mewled gasping, writhing trying to answer by grinding
against her. “Yes, yes, god please baby pleaaase.” I whimpered. I almost tore
it out of her hand in my desire to get it and her into me.
She giggled, “Patience sweetie, patience.”
I was forced to watch as she slid the toy into herself
sighing gently in pleasure as it entered her cunt. She then slipped on what looked like a
shoulder rig strap set but was fastened around the dildo and her pelvis holding
the purple toy inside her. It looked
perfect on her; this amazon of a woman with eight inches in her and another
eight ready to ravish me.
I knelt and told her I wanted to do something that I had
only ever heard of, something dirty that I had been told I would have to do for
my husband. I am not being forced, I told her I want this. I took the glans of
my lover into my mouth and sucked her penis eagerly, fast and long, bobbing up
and down her cock. I amazed myself and amazed her by taking all of her down my
throat easily. She moaned with pleasure
looking down, her hands in my hair as I sucked her. I was moaning onto her cock
begging for more as she began to fuck my throat and I came hard. She lay me
down on the bag and told me she wanted me. I spread my legs wantonly begging as
she stood over me ready to pound me.
I loved every second of being fucked diary. My ma would call me a scarlet woman as I
begged for it. I wanted it so much. Wanted
her so much! I won’t ever stop lusting for her. The way that she pounds me, makes me come so
fucking hard, wow! I was pounded in the
office; screaming not caring that they all heard me lose my virginity as they
worked. I loved it! Clenching against her
cock feeling her thrusting faster and faster, her angling towards my g spot me
screaming, “Fuck I want you Laura, I want you to come in me.” I moaned.
She giggled at that “I can try to make it feel like it baby.”
I shook as she pounded me faster as I begged for it “Fuck
Laura, your cock is so good so big it’s perfect. I want you in me. I need you to fill me, make me yours! I want you to come in my pussy Laura. Make me
your spoiled used woman, make me yours.”
I didn’t know diary, but it appears I get off on being
submissive and talking dirty, being told I am a slut, a whore, being told I am
everything my parent’s raised me to believe was evil. I moaned and I looked up
to see Laura gripping a small pump bulb that led to a tube that ran all the way
into the dildo. “You thought the japsai in the dildo was just for effect didn’t
you Siam?”
All I could do was
nod weakly as she grinned and squeezed it, I felt my lover come hard and fast
into me, squirting lube into me to feel like she had released her seed into me.
It was so wonderful this high pressure warm load of lube coating my insides, my
tummy feeling bloated and full, like she really was my boy as well as my girl.
I purred with delight, my tummy full and the feeling of a
slight soreness as she had torn my hymen and taken me for the first time. Her pussy splattered with a mix of both her
and my juices, her “come” and the blood from the barrier. She was amazing,
curled up with me stroking my tummy as I snuggled into her.
I must have drifted off because I woke later yawning, having
lost an hour and had been washed of the mess and dressed in a set of light
cotton pj’s that I recognized as Laura’s spare set from her cot in the break
room that she used when she was working late enough that she couldn’t be bothered
to go home, the same cot that I had been resting on.
I walked into the
office and it was seven thirty yet the office was still full of people. As I walked in there was a round of applause,
cheers and a large amount of good natured ribbing about the sounds I was making
and how loud the stereo had to be turned up to drown the screams. The team
teasing both me and Laura until my calm collected unflappable boss blushed as
brightly red as I did. They were all lovely
diary, and in my next letter to you I will talk more about the evening and the
first night at my place. But for now I need a break to collect my thoughts and
deal with a small “problem” that has “come” up.
XSiamX
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