The Preacher's Wife Part 4 - Sex Stories

The Preacher's Wife Part 4

... working there I was looking for something to really torture a man, he suggested this! “And I thought it would be even more fun to get you hot and bothered before we sentenced you to solitary confinement so we decided that this might be fun!!” Sarah said with a laugh. “Isn’t this fun, Bryan?!?” She asked and both women dissolved into laughter. Julie bent forward and licked all around the metal that had the head of my cock held fast pointing down, all the while she kept my eyes locked on hers! It was so damn erotic and I experienced for the first time that it was going to be impossible for me to even approach getting hard with my junk all fastened up like this. The ladies (I use the term loosely) both began picking up their clothes and putting them on as they instructed me to do likewise. I glanced at my watch and saw that we were cutting it damn close for me to get back to work on time, but they just laughed. We wound up pulling into the parking lot at exactly the time I was supposed to be walking into Sherry’s office Having downed the last of the two large waters on the way back to the office, I really needed to take a piss but went to Sherry’s office instead and prayed the meeting would be short. Her door was open, so I stuck my head in and she immediately motioned me and to have a seat as she finished up talking on the phone. Once Sherry finished her phone conversation she got up from her chair and walked over and shut the door. It was a bad sign. Our building was old and ...

... the office doors stayed open because there was no glass in them. The only time when doors were closed was when salaries were being discussed or discipline. My review was still 3 months away. I started to cross my legs but realized that might cause my new toy to be more evident, so I leaned forward in my chair as she sat down in her desk and shuffled a few papers she had there. “Is everything okay? Am I in some kind of trouble?” I asked. Sherry looked up and her brown eyes bore into me as if she were trying to determine whether I was trash or treasure. Finally she said, “Do you always take your cell phone with you into meetings?” Immediately I could feel all color flush from my face. “I’m sorry, I don’t quite understand.” I said, trying to buy some time. “Oh cut the bullshit. The door is closed. No one knows who is in here or why they are in here, so I will ask you again; do you always take your cell phone with you into our company meetings?” “Yes. Yes I do. Why?” I decided that maybe being defensive might not be a bad move, so I sharpened my tone just a bit. “And do you always take personal messages during meetings where three vice-presidents are in attendance and my boss is making the presentation?” Sherry sharpened her tone a degree more than mine and I knew I was in trouble so I kept my mouth shut. She kept staring at me and then she got up from her chair and walked to the front of her desk and leaned back, resting her bottom on the front edge of the desk. Her feet were ...