Fetish

By Teresa D. Patterson

A secretary calls a 1-900 number from her office phone and gets caught by the maintenance man pleasuring herself; A cucumber intended to be used for sandwiches becomes a sex toy; From behind the curtains, a woman secretly spies another woman getting carried away as she sunbathes and reads a steamy sex novel....and more.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Teresa D. Patterson
• Release date: Dec 17, 2010
• ISBN: 9780982657089

Teresa D. Patterson

Teresa D. Patterson came onto the literary scene with her debut novel, Project Queen, which was published by a small independent publishing company. It wasn't long before she realized having complete control over the creation and distribution of her books suited her better, compelling her to publish her own future works.Her first independent published novel was Ex-boyfriend. She went on to write several novels in multiple genres, which includes contemporary fiction, erotica, inspirational fiction, juvenile fiction, romance, and urban lit. She has written twenty-eight novels and co-authored one.

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Fetish

Teresa D. Patterson

Copyright 2011 by Teresa D. Patterson

Published by Edit Again Publications at Smashwords

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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, placed and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Chapter One

A Hard Man Is Good to Find

It was Friday, and everyone at the office was in high spirits, excited about the upcoming weekend. A group of employees decided to head to a popular spot for happy hour where I’m sure there would be dancing, loud music, and two-for-one drink specials. I’d opted out, feigning tons of paperwork to complete and reports to compile.

Good night, Carmen. Don’t work too late, my boss, Mr. Green, called out to me as he headed toward the exit. The rumor mill had it that he could put away the cognac, and once he got wasted, he turned into an octopus. I could do without him feeling me up with his sweaty palms. He was about as old as my father and an epic fail in the looks department. He kind of reminded me of a black version of Donald Trump, wack hair included.

Good night, Mr. Green. Have a great weekend, I called back cheerfully, pretending to be focused on the Excel spreadsheet on my computer screen. I was anxious for the door to close behind the last person and I breathed a sigh of relief when I was finally alone.

Just to be on the safe side, I checked the parking lot to make sure it was clear of all cars. The only vehicle left was a van that belonged to the cleaning crew. I worked at a Fortune-500 company that had numerous offices. Therefore, I was certain the cleaning crew wouldn’t make it to my building until later that night, if at all.

I closed the door and returned to my desk. My heart raced as I picked up the phone and dialed 1-900-BIG-COCK. There was something so exciting, so hot about having my sexual fantasies brought to life at work. Although I always checked to make sure no one was around, there was that race of electricity up my spine at the thought of being caught with my hand in my cookie jar.

I smiled as I tapped the last number. I couldn’t wait until I heard his voice again. I didn’t have long before his sensual tones would caress me to my bones.

Hello, I greeted breathlessly once I finally connected to my favorite phone sex operator, Knock-Em-Sock-Em.

Hello, beautiful. What’s your guilty pleasure this evening? His voice flowed like molasses and made me tingly inside.

I’m all alone, and I’m feeling naughty. What can you do to help me get into some trouble? I purred into the receiver.

That depends on what you’re wearing, he replied, getting right down to business. What do you have on?

I’m wearing a red sleeveless button-up blouse that shows my ample cleavage and a tight black skirt that hugs my plump ass. Underneath, I have on nylons, a hot pink bra and matching G-string.

Mmm. That’s sounds sexy, but I think you have on too many clothes. How can I get you to take some of them off?

I thought you’d never ask. I pushed a button, activating the speaker phone and lowered the receiver. Then I scooted my chair back from the desk, stepped out of my heels, wiggled out of the restricting nylons, and unbuttoned my blouse.

I’ve removed my pantyhose and unbuttoned my blouse. Now, what do you want me to do? I breathed excitedly.

I want you to think about my mouth on you. I’m kissing your neck as I caress your breasts. I gently bite your earlobe and suck it into my mouth.

I moaned as I leaned back, closed my eyes, and lifted my skirt up to my waist. I want to feel your tongue on my nipples.

It’s there. Hot and wet. Slurping, licking, sucking. Can you feel my tongue?

Yes, baby, I purred, massaging my tits through the lace bra. I pulled and pinched on my nipples until they ached deliciously.

I’m palming your ass in my hands, squeezing the cheeks. My dick is swelling. What do you want me to do? Tell me what you want, Knock-Em-Sock-Em commanded.

I want you to slide that big black dick inside me. I’m so wet. I can’t wait. Slide it in me now.

I’m lifting up one of your legs and easing into you, inch by inch. Can you feel my dick?

Yes. Hell yes. I feel your stiff dick inside me. It’s so big and long. Make me cum. By then, I’d pulled my thong to the side and was ferociously stroking my clit. I lifted one of my legs up on the desk and inserted two fingers inside my burning flesh, working them in and out.

Your pussy is so tight. It feels so good.

Ooh shit. Fuck this pussy, baby. Fuck it. Fuck it.

How does this dick feel?

It feels so fucking good. Fuck me. Fuck me like a slut. Use me like a whore. I don’t care, just make me cum, I panted.

I raised my hips to meet my fingers which were getting eaten by my hungry pussy. My ass cheeks slammed back against the leather chair. I was leaking, soaking wet. My fingers had it sounding like a dick ramming in and out of a slippery pussy.

I was so turned on and close to climaxing that I didn’t hear my office door opening. I had my head thrown back with my mouth wide open, moaning as I masturbated.

My bad. I didn’t know- A