The Writer's Muse Pt. 01

The more Devin read, the more excited she got. 'Is this what gets him excited? Is this what he thinks about? Me and the coach, with him... watching?' Devin thought, as she continued racing through the story.

Suddenly, she was startled by her boss coming through her till. She quickly closed the story and was doing her best to make small talk, when she noticed he was looking deeper into her cleavage more than she was accustomed to. She glanced down and noticed the top button on her work shirt was undone. 'When did that come undone?' Devin thought.

She didn't know what came over her, but she bent down a bit lower and leaned on her till to allow the pervert to get a better view into her cleavage.

His eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets, not hiding the direction of his gaze in the slightest. Having been naturally busty her whole life, Devin was well aware of the tricks men got up to with their eyes. Some only glanced down when they thought she wasn't looking and some just couldn't help themselves. Mr. Blake was usually more sneaky about checking her out, but it seems that today’s temptation was too much for him to handle.

She chuckled to herself as she carried on the conversation as if nothing was out of the ordinary. That's when she noticed it. She noticed the outline of a rather impressive penis, more than she would have expected for a man of his... stature. It was hanging well down his leg and she couldn't help but trace its extent with her eyes.

As she thought back on the scene with her boss later, she realized that the two of them had made quite the pair ogling at each other. But in that moment, the image of the blonde in the video, coming over and over as that big black cock had sawn into her, had struck Devin like a bolt of lightning. For a microsecond, Devin had imagined her boss on top of her pistoning away at her with his large cock. All while Gerry watched.

They had both snapped to their senses at the same time. Mr. Blake walked away with a noticeable limp in his step and a confused look on his face.

Devin tried to occupy herself after he left by cleaning her conveyor belt, but all she could think about was the outline of his massive member. 'Get it together, girl, he must have seen me staring at him. Oh fuck, how would that massive thing feel?!?! No, it's the fucking stories, they are getting inside my head. That's it for those stories, for now!'

Devin had shaken her head but was thankfully distracted by a customer, followed by another and another. Her till started to pick up which was a welcome diversion from her thoughts.

Unfortunately, the increased business hadn’t lasted all that long; soon she was back at her till looking at the blank screen of her phone, fighting the temptation to dive back into the story. 'Well, I mean, I might as well finish the story, right? No harm in it.'

Devin quickly unlocked her phone and resumed reading. The co-worker had continued his assault on the wife’s married pussy and, when it was clear that the co-worker was about to blow, she had begged him to “cum inside me you bastard, I want it deep!!” He’d accommodated her request, grabbed her hips, and thrust forward to unleash his cum inside her. The entire time he was cumming, the wife had locked her eyes with her husband’s, which drove her over the edge into the most intense orgasm of her life. She’d screamed at the top of her lungs, not caring that they could be heard by the party below. The wife had been rocked to her core.

Devin's eyes widened at the powerful finish to the story. 'Gerry must have been thinking of me and the coach when he was reading this story the other night.' Slowly those thoughts entered her mind and she replayed the story in her memory, but instead of featuring the fictional blonde and her husband’s co-worker, the characters were replaced by Devin herself and the old black coach. The conversation with the husband, the pursuit at the party, her sucking the coach’s huge cock, her lying on her back with the coach working away between her legs, the coach bending her over while she looked directly at Gerry as she got pounded, and then finally the end where the coach came deep inside her pulsating pussy.

Devin stared at the blank screen in lust, she couldn't explain it but the whole sordid scene was driving her wild. The thought of the coach taking her in front of Gerry was insanely erotic. 'What would he say? How would he react? How would it feel? Why him?'

As her mind was racing she opened the story back up and she selected the author “Cucky Monster” to read some of his other work. She found ten stories written by the author and settled on “Fat Boss Takes a Hot Wife”.

This story involved a brunette wife who worked at a large department store. Her boss was a short pervert, who liked to wield his power over the employees, especially the wife. So the husband and wife fell on hard times and the wife started pilfering small amounts of money from the store to help them with their bills. Inevitably, the boss caught her red-handed, but promised to keep it their secret. But since he was helping her, he wanted her help with some.... thing.

The overbearing boss opened his fly and released a massive member. The wife was taken aback by the size of his cock. She couldn't think of any way out of the mess she was in so she decided to play along. She needed both her hands to pick it up and stroke it. All the while, she was trying to think of different ways out.

As Devin got more and more involved in the story, she couldn’t help but wonder about her own boss. 'Mr. Blake seemed like he had a big package, I wonder if one hand would be enough for him? Or would it take two?'

As she continued reading, the boss had needed more from the wife than just her hands and had presented his organ to be serviced by her lips. The wife took the hint and opened her mouth. She struggled to get his massive member halfway into her oral cavity. As she was focused on not choking, her boss took the opportunity of her distraction to unbutton her shirt and release her tits from her bra. Before long he pulled out of her mouth, stood her up, and bent her over his desk. He quickly yanked down her pants and panties and thrust his cock inside her tight pussy. She felt pain at first, but that gave way fairly quickly to pleasure. Soon she was no longer focused on getting out of her predicament, but on the cock invading her previously faithful pussy.

Devin finished the last part and was in shock, 'How would Mr. Blake’s cock feel? I think he’s bigger than Gerry.' The thought of her being bent over Mr. Blake's desk while he plundered her with his oversized penis was pushing her to the edge. All she could think about was Mr. Blake inside her and for some reason, her body loved that thought.

Her attention was interrupted by movement at the end of her till. A mom and infant boy had a cart load of groceries and she started to ring through their items. As she got to the end of the order, the boy started fussing so the mom had picked him up to quiet him down. In his tantrum, he threw his sippy cup of red juice and it landed right on Devin's white shirt, quickly spreading down the front of her shirt.

The mom was horrified and apologized profusely. Devin finished ringing her through then went directly to the bathroom to try to clean up. Her gaze was met by Mr. Blake’s as he noticed the commotion. Once she got to the bathroom she saw her shirt was a lost cause. There was no way she could get the red out of the white fabric with only water. Then she heard a knock on the door and Mr. Blake's voice, “Hey, Devin, that was a lot of juice. I don't think you’re gonna be able to get it out. You can either go home or I do have a spare shirt here, but it may be a tiny bit too small for you.”

Devin glanced at her watch and saw that she was almost done with her shift. So she opened the door a crack and grabbed the shirt.

Of course, the bastard had lied, it was not just “a tiny bit” too small, it was way too small. The buttons on the shirt were straining to contain her bust. After quickly inspecting herself in the mirror, she decided to just go home for the day.

She undid the top button and then glanced back up at her reflection. She knew she was attractive; she had never had any issues growing up attracting both male and female attention. Typically the female attention was jealous and the male attention was directed at her bust line. She had always chosen to dress more conservatively, as she hadn’t liked to draw unnecessary attention. However, seeing herself in this outfit, she kinda liked what the mirror was showing her. She saw a confident woman, one who was comfortable with the ample attributes of her own body.

Knowing how Mr. Blake had reacted earlier  to her just having the top two buttons undone on her correctly fitting shirt, she could readily imagine how he would almost certainly react to... this.

Devin looked herself up and down and a mischievous grin spread across her face. 'Fuck it'. She did up as many of the buttons as she could muster, which was all but the top four. She was showing off a healthy amount of cleavage in the mirror. 'Okay, here we go,' Devin thought as she spun on her heels and headed for the door.

She was barely out of the bathroom when Mr. Blake noticed her. Devin chuckled to herself as he failed to contain his excitement. His mouth gaped and she could see him silently form the words, “My God,” as she walked back to her till. She looked across at the other cashiers and they were giving her the stink eye.

Devin couldn't wipe the smile off her face. She had nothing against dressing up and looking nice, but this scene was all too much, especially at work.

Shortly after she stepped back in behind the register, an old man in his late 60s or early 70s approached. He only had a few items but was obviously smitten. As he got ready to pay, he said, “Hey, sweetie, I forgot my phone number, could I have yours?” Devin laughed like a schoolgirl at his attempted flattery. All she could do was shake her head no as he walked away.

After the old man had left, she’d resumed reading Gerry’s story on her phone. The boss had continued to pound his employee’s married pussy. She had lost control of herself as her womb was stretched further than ever before. Gone were all thoughts of escape, replaced by wave after wave of ecstasy. The rhythmic slap of the boss’s balls against her clit drove her closer to the edge until her culmination was inevitable. The wife came hard on her fat boss's huge cock, her body thrashing about as spasm after spasm erupted from her womanhood.

Devin could feel herself heating up. The image of her bent over with her boss behind her played out on the viewscreen of her mind. 'It would feel so wrong at work, or would it feel better? In the cash office, just the two of us...'. Devin's head was in the clouds until she saw out of the corner of her eye another customer unloading his purchases onto her till.

That's when their eyes met. Devin had forgotten that it was Monday and every Monday like clockwork at the end of her shift Coach Cretin would stop by between his last class period of the day and the start of football practice to pick up his groceries. Normally they would make small talk, he would casually run his glance over the curves of her body in his usual creepy way, and then he’d pay for his order and be gone. But today was different.

The two stopped what they were doing and stared at each other like two deer caught in the headlights. The coach took in the sight of the beauty behind the till and her oversized breasts popping out of her size-too-small shirt. Devin tried to think of reasons to leave her till and hide, but he had already seen her. How could she just leave now? She could only imagine what he was thinking, the way her chest was on display.

She looked into his eyes and saw a hunger... a lust. Consciously or subconsciously, he licked his lips like a hunter eyeing his prey. She actually... kinda... liked it. Remembering the first story she had read about the co-worker and the wife, Devin's mind went to her husband. 'What would Gerry think if he saw us in this position? I bet he’d bust a nut! He is going to be so angry at having missed this! It’s like a page right out of his fantasies.'

Quickly, Devin made up her mind about how to react. “Oh, hey, Coach! Good effort  last Friday night, you guys will get them for sure next week.” Devin's customer service smile spread quickly on her face. But discreetly glancing down, she noticed a stirring in the coach’s gym shorts. Clearly, he was enjoying the view that she was giving him. She decided she would tease him a bit and leaned forward to allow him a further glimpse down her cleavage. Devin was amused at the look of shock on his face.

“Umm... yeah,” the coach stammered and then snapped out of his spell. “It is going to be a tough game, the best team in the state. You sure look beautiful today, Devin, but you’re looking a bit flush, I hope you’re feeling okay,” Coach said as he flashed her a toothy smile. His bright white teeth stood out in contrast to his incarnadine lips and ebony skin.

Devin recalled that she was right in the middle of the exciting story she was reading: she must have been enjoying it more than she thought. She continued to reach just a bit too far forward, furnishing Coach with further glimpses. As her gaze dropped down to gather his purchases she noticed his gym shorts were stirring more and more and that he had slowed down the pace with which he was placing his items on the conveyor belt considerably. Unaccountably, Devin found that she was enjoying this little game they were playing.

“This is just the uniform, you wicked man! Everyone else is wearing the same thing,” Devin said as she smiled and chuckled. She could see that her responses were catching the coach off guard; normally their conversation was very limited.

Coach finally positioned the last of his goods on the conveyor belt. “Well, Devin, you would look good in a paper bag,” he added with a chuckle of his own.

Devin didn't respond, but shared another smile with him, just as surprised by her own actions as the coach seemed to be. Normally, his creepy attention made her skin crawl. But today he was practically undressing her with his eyes and she couldn't get enough.

The bedroom scene she had conjured up earlier flashed before her eyes again, the coach and his smile with her on her knees sucking his cock. As brief as it was, the flash was all too clear and vivid. Distracted by the image’s resurgence, Devin dropped the can of soup she was scanning onto the floor. She bent over at the hip to pick it up, and swung quickly back. There was no way to miss where the coach's eyes were. He wasn't hiding it any longer. She bit her bottom lip, the bedroom scene from the video again leaping to mind.

“Th... That will be $45.65 please” Devin said, looking into Coach’s big brown eyes. He handed her a $50 bill. She turned and, as she was in the process of getting his change, she decided to push it just a bit more.

As she was presenting him with his $4.35 in change she accidentally on purpose dropped the bills and coins behind her till: the change tumbled all over the floor. “Oh darn, sorry, Coach, just one second.”

She took her time bending slowly forward at her hips, allowing him a lengthy free view down her cleavage. Her eyes were focused on the floor but she knew that the coach was feasting on the exposed swath of her upwelling skin. She dawdled even longer, first counting out $3.25 to the Coach, then turning around and pretending to see even more behind her. She turned around just as slowly as she had enacted every other step of this performance, bending over as she went down onto her hands and knees to pick up the last remnants of what the coach still had coming. She stuck her hips back toward him as she straightened up again, making sure to give him a great view of her ass.

With the last bits of change securely in hand, she turned back around to face the coach. While clearly appreciative of the view, he was also giving her a questioning look as if to say, 'Did you really mean to do that?'

As the coach finally made his way clear of her till, she could tell from his gym shorts that his erection was nearly full: she liked what she saw. If anything, he seemed to be even more generously endowed than her boss. How had she failed to notice these penises before today?

With the coach on his way to the door, the situation came crashing down upon Devin. 'What the fuck was that? Am I losing my mind?'

Given the way Gerry’s story seemed to be affecting her, she decided that she’d had enough of it for one day. She finished what little remained of her shift. At 4:45 PM she grabbed her cash drawer and took it to the cash office, which also served as her boss's office.

As she arrived at the cash office door, she realized that Mr. Blake was toddling along right behind her.

She was so distracted by the day's events that when she tried to turn the knob to enter the office, the knob slipped out of her hand and, instead of walking past the open , she walked face first straight into the door itself. Mr. Blake, following hot on her tracks, smashed right into her from behind. She felt his bulge push between her ass cheeks; his hands, raised to stop his fall, came to rest on her breasts.

After a full day of excitement from the stories and the video scene she had watched earlier, not to mention her earlier interactions with her boss and the coach, the feel of her boss’s cock between her ass cheeks caused a soft moan to escape her lips. Fumbling with the door, she finally opened it and immediately turned around once inside the room to see Mr. Blake giving her a shocked but aroused expression.

There was no doubt that he’d heard her moan as well, but he also gave thought to a future visit from someone from the HR department. The two stared at each other, assessing the situation with equally wide eyes. This was all so new to Devin that she had no idea of what to do or what to say. Twenty-four hours ago she would have punched this creep if he had come up on her from behind, now it was taking everything she had not to offer herself to him. To just rip open her shirt and let him have his way with her heaving half-exposed breast and the rest of her.

She dropped her till onto the desk and quickly whisked her way past Mr. Blake and out of the office toward the women's washroom. Thankfully it was unoccupied. She walked in and looked at herself in the mirror, barely recognizing her own reflection. The woman she saw in the mirror was flushed, looking like she was on the edge of something very good or very bad. The glint of desire in her eyes was undeniable. Her hair was a mess and she was practically bursting out of her shirt.

She slowly bent down and splashed some water on her face, but it failed to achieve the effect she was hoping for; her shirt was now not only tight but wet. She did the best she could to dry it off and then exited the washroom.

She still had to cash out, so she proceeded back to the office. Once she entered, she saw that her prayers were answered: there was no one else there. She quickly balanced her float, practically ran to her locker to grab her purse, and then she was out of there, relieved not to have to interact with Mr. Blake again on her way out.

Devin finally arrived home. She had been so restless during her drive, that she had barely been able to spare the few shreds of attention that it took to avoid crashing her car.

She still had no idea what to do as she approached her own front door. Gerry was bound to be home already, preparing their supper. She wanted to let him know that she wasn't mad and that she now thought she could bring his/their kink into the bedroom. But she had no clear plan in mind of how she was going to go about that, leaving her in a state of frustration.