Author: HornetsRebelNest

It had been a long and stressful week at the office for her. It was her first week back working in person and her boss had been hounding her to complete a big project which had finally wrapped up around 2 AM on Saturday morning. That night, after she had enjoyed a well deserved nap, I invited her over for homemade pasta and wine to celebrate. A celebration of a hard week accomplished. No pretense of any extracurricular activities.

As I dropped the penne into boiling water I looked around for something to set the mood before she knocked on my door. I flipped on some instrumental jazz and popped open the nearby cabinet that usually contained my candles. Not a candle in sight and no time to go to the store. Guess we will have to go without.

My attention swung back to the stove as the water boiled over causing steam to push out into the kitchen. I reached over and turned down the temperature and the steam subsided. As I emptied the red sauce into the sauce pan and set it to simmer I remembered that I had a second stash of candles. Well…they were recently purchased massage candles that I kept in my secret stash, but they should work all the same. I quickly retreated to my bedroom closet and emerged with two vanilla scented “candles”. As I taste tested the now ready pasta I heard a knock at the door. Read more »

I heard her let out an exasperated sigh as I slipped on my shoes ready to head out the door to grab drinks with some of our friends. “What’s wrong, babe?” “My asshole boss. Last minute call on a Friday afternoon. Give me 30 minutes.”

I typed out a quick “sorry we’re late” text to our friends and poured myself a glass of tequila. I had long since completed my workday and it was time to party, no matter if she had to work. I leaned back into the recliner and flipped on the golf tournament.

*Rain Delay*

Sometimes it’s really not your day. I glanced over my shoulder and saw her sitting at her desk staring blankly at the wall as her boss droned on and on.

I climbed out of the recliner, drink in hand and with a smirk on my face. She looked a little too bored, perhaps I could spice this call up for her. I approached her workstation and stood behind her dual monitors as I took one last sip of tequila. I gently set the empty glass on the corner of her desk and gave her a wink. Read more »

My phone vibrated aggressively on her nightstand for a second time. I picked it up and placed it to my ear with my left hand. My right hand remained firmly inside her pussy as I thrust it in and out of her. She bit into her previously discarded panties in a feeble attempt to mute herself as I answered the call.

“Hey sorry, I will be right down.” I couldn’t delay it any longer, I needed to grab my Uber to make it to the airport in time. I abruptly stood up from the bed and began to tug my jeans upward as my right hand lingered on the lips of her pussy.

“Isn’t there a later flight?” She protested.

I finally released her from my grasp and headed towards my suitcase. I could feel her tugging me back towards her as she sat up in bed. I grabbed the magic wand from behind my pillow, flicked into onto high and pushed it against her glistening pussy. She fell back into the covers as her eyes rolled back in her head.

“See you on Wednesday. Don’t have all of the fun without me.” Read more »

It was a cold, rainy and altogether dreary day outside of our Upper West Side high rise apartment. A couple of remaining boxes littered the floor of our kitchen. We had just moved here for my new job which had yet to start. Without our friends from back home and the temperate South Florida weather this New Year’s Eve was going to be different. No sparkly low cut dresses. No two inch golden heels. No sloppy and slightly inebriated make-out at the club in the beach resort at midnight.

As I peered out the window into the rain and fog she sat on our new white leather couch behind me. I turned around and saw her lounging comfortably. Apart from the half finished glass of champagne in her hand you wouldn’t have known that it was New Year’s Eve. It’s not that she didn’t look hot, she did. Tight black leggings outlined her fit legs and cinched across her abs. An oversized light blue Nike hoodie draped over her shoulders and hung off of her perky perfectly proportioned mid-sized breasts. The hoodie obscured a lacey black bralette that provided delightfully little support. I pulled my office chair in front of the window and turned it around to face her. I grabbed a nearby notebook off of my desk and cracked it open in my lap. I lifted my left leg across my right knee to obscure my notes. We needed to spice up our New Year’s Eve. It was time for a little game. Read more »

I flipped up my wrist and checked my watch as I frantically typed this last email. I couldn’t believe I was stuck in the office on Friday night at 7:30. I still had some work to do and I had told her to come over to my apartment at 8. I hadn’t had the chance to plan anything – no outfits, no toys, nothing. I put my head back down and flipped through the document in front of me. Mercifully, with a quick call to my subordinate – “Send the bid out. We’re done.” – I tossed my laptop in my satchel and headed for the door.

7:55 PM. The elevator bell rung and I entered the elevator huffing and puffing. A couple of people filed in behind me, each pressing a floor below my floor, the 27th. My eyes pierced the floor of the elevator as I anxiously churned ideas in my head. “What am I going to do to her? She needs my direction.” Rattled around my head as I stepped out of the elevator onto my floor. I approached the door and stuck my key into the lock as the alternate elevator dinged. She strutted out of the elevator and down the hallway towards me in a tan trenchcoat and long black boots. “Shit. She is always fashionably late. Guess we have to wing this one.” Read more »

“What are you looking at?” She asked as I furiously browsed on my laptop, mouse in one hand and leftover pumpkin pie in the other. “Doing a little Black Friday shopping. Think you might need some festive outfits.” I shot back sharply. “What do you think of this one?” I questioned as I flipped the laptop screen her way revealing a scantily clad model donning a Santa cap and little else. She chuckled back at me presuming this was merely a temporary obsession.

Two days later, while sitting on the couch enjoying a drink, the ring of our doorbell pierced the air. “Perfect. I have be waiting on a package.” I exclaimed as I bounced to the door. “What did you get?” She asked as I reached for a nearby pair of scissors to slice open the package. “A fashion show.” I said calmly back to her. “Huh? A fashion show?!?” She questioned. “Of course. I told you that you needed some festive outfits.” I retorted as I tossed her the contents of the package and reclined into the couch. “Go on. I’ll be waiting here.” A sheepish and devious smirk made its way across her face as and pushed off from the couch and slinked towards the bedroom. I got up and poured myself another glass. This was going to be a show to enjoy. Read more »

I caught a glimpse of her as I peered out my window overlooking the park. Bent over, she gasped for breath as sweat rolled down her arched back.

I reached for my phone and flipped to her contact. “Did you have a good run this evening?” I enquired. “Yes, sir” she panted back as she grasped for breath. “Come on up. Your presence is required.”

Minutes later I hear knuckles wrap the door to my condo. I slowly approach the door, drink in hand, and review her outline through the peep hole. She glistened from head to toe. Beads of sweat rolled down her chest and plunged beneath her turquoise sports bra. The waist of her grey athletic sweatpants clung just below her belly button with ever increasing moisture revealing the outline of, what I suspected to be, a black thong underneath.

After a substantial pause I twisted the lock with my right hand and swung open the door. “Come in. Remove your shoes. Stand facing the wall.” Read more »

My heartbeat reverberated in my eardrums as I slipped out of my office on a rainy Wednesday evening. I strutted down the hallway and gently pushed the door to her office open. I entered quietly as she continued to lead her late night conference call. She had changed out of her usual work garb. Her tight grey leggings fit snugly to her thighs as she leaned back in her chair propping her left foot on her desk. Her turquoise sports bra, only slightly obscured by her workout top, left a hint of her protruding nipples brought forward by the over exuberant air conditioner. We lock eyes as I shuffle into the center of her office. My hand slides across her desk, plastic hotel key card in hand. “30 Minutes” I whisper to her as my hand retreats leaving the key behind. I turn and sneak out of her office, descend the stairs, pop open my umbrella and head out into the night.

The mechanical tone of the deadbolt retracting pierces the air. The handle plunges downward and the door cracks open. Her sopping wet frame slinks into the room. “I noticed that you forgot your umbrella today. Thought it might be fun to check out this hotel all the way across downtown! We better get you out of those clothes. Don’t want you catching a cold.” Read more »

After 30 hours of work it was finally complete and hanging in the corner of my workshop. The leather harness was custom made to fit her delicate frame. Well, maybe “fit” is not the proper moniker. More accurately, it was custom made to squeeze every inch of her in a rather intrusive manner.

“You free Friday at 10 PM?” I sent off a quick message eager to try out my craftsmanship.

I got a quick reply. “I’m always available for you.”

Friday evening arrives and I am brimming with anticipation. She arrives in the midst of the raining late evening. Smartly trimmed shorter hair, a grey trench coat, two inch black heels and nothing else. Just as requested.

I lead her downstairs into the dimly lit unfinished basement away from the prying eyes of any noisy neighbors. She lets her trench coat fall to the floor. Her perky breasts and effortless figure captivate me. I motion to a corner in the back. I gaze intently at her sculpted ass as she saunters towards her fate. Hanging off of an exposed beam is my masterpiece, a custom leather harness adorned with a brass ring in the collar. It covers almost nothing, meandering around the breasts and crisscrossing the midsection before making a sharp leotard like conclusion outlining the pussy in the front and splitting the ass cheeks in the back. Read more »