Five Easy Pieces
IQ 80—Acceptance
Bree woke up feeling horny. That, in and of itself was hardly a matter of any importance. Bree, it seemed, was nearly always horny.
As was nearly always the case, Bree had a tough time deciding what she was going to play with first. Would it be her tits or her pussy. Sometimes she woke up with a guy and that was always cool because then he could make the decision for her.
This time though, there was no guy around so Bree had to make the choice herself, so Bree did what she nearly always did in a situation like this. She did both.
One hand slid between her legs even as the other one grabbed her tits. Actually, it wasn’t the tits that she liked so much as it was the sensitive, puffy nipples. She just loved playing with her nipples.
Of course, she wasn’t the only one, it seemed. There were all these guys at work and she knew they were watching her and it made her so hot to know they were watching her. She let a finger slide up inside her pussy. It made her so very fucking hot.
She knew they were watching her tits but then that was like totally understandable. After all, it wasn’t like her tits were like totally super-big, but they were definitely hard to overlook, not that she really wanted anyone to overlook her tits.
In fact, she liked it when guys noticed her boobs. She pretended not to notice because she didn’t want people to think that she was easy but she knew when a guy turned and stared. That was just so fucking hot and it made her want to show her boobs off even more.
Her finger was really starting to work its way between her legs and Bree moaned. She was so wet. Bree loved being wet down there.
Bree’s hands continued to play with her tits. Bree liked tall men. They’d start out looking her in the eyes but then she’d see their eyes drop and she knew they were looking at her tits and it just made her want to stick her chest out even more.
Of course, small guys weren’t that bad either. With their faces right there at tit level, it was kind of hard for them not to get a good look at her tits, too. It almost made Bree wish she wasn’t wearing anything so she could mash her tits against the small guy’s face.
Of course, just about every other kind of guy was great, too, she told herself, just so long as they enjoyed looking at her tits. Bree’s hand rubbed her pussy even harder. She liked it when guys liked her tits.
Bree moaned again. She was close. She was really close.
Of course, it wasn’t like she was going to tell anybody, at least not at work, but what she really wanted was for a guy to fuck her tits. She’d never had a guy fuck her tits since they’d gotten bigger.
Since they’d gotten bigger?
Why did she have thoughts like that. Hadn’t she always had big, wonderful, fuckable tits?
Of course she had, she told herself. She was just being silly and to prove it to herself, she giggled. Her with small tits. Yeah right. That was so rid ... ridic ... that was so silly.
She was going to cum. It was in ... inevit ... there was no stopping it now. She was going to cum and her finger just rubbed her harder.
She could feel it happening. She could feel her pussy giving in and then she moaned as her pussy bore down on the finger inside her.
“Yeah,” she moaned to herself. “Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.”
Bree moaned again. Bree loved it when she came.
Bree moaned again. It felt so fucking good ... but it would feel even better if she had a cock.
After finally getting herself off, Bree reluctantly pulled herself out of bed. She really would have liked staying where she was with her fingers between her legs but she knew she had to get up because she knew she had to go to work.
She walked over to her closet and she opened it up. What to wear, she asked herself. What to wear?
She was so amazed at the choices she had.
The clothes had arrived the day after ... or was it the day after that ... oh crap, she’d forgotten again, but it was after the problem at the mall. She remembered feeling upset when she first saw what was in the box because ... because ... oh yeah, she remembered ... because she thought it meant someone was watching her.
And that was just so silly, she thought, because of course, someone was watching her, because she was so super cute. Why shouldn’t they watch?
But for some reason, that had made her mad, like that was a bad thing or something. Sometimes, she could be so silly. Like having someone watch her could ever be a bad thing.
So, the clothes had sat in their boxes and Bree had fumed at the ... the ... well, she wasn’t sure why, but she’d just known she was mad.
Finally though, curiosity had gotten the better of her. That, and the fact that she really needed to go to work. She’d been calling in sick when she found out she didn’t have any clothes to wear, and the guys at work, they’d been so super cool about it, but she’d decided she couldn’t keep doing that forever and she really did need some clothes to wear.
So she’d gone into the boxes, just to see if there was some underwear for her to wear. That was what she told herself. She only wanted to see if there was some underwear.
And there was!
Of course, someone had put it at the bottom so she had to go through everything else to get to it, but it was definitely there, bras that were just the right size for her totally super-sized titties, she knew because she tried one on and it fit perfectly, and panties, well thongs really. There really wasn’t much variety there, unless of course you counted the color. She’d tried those on, too.
So the boxes of clothes weren’t totally bad, she’d told herself.
Of course, even then, she had to argue with herself. There was still a part of her that resented the clothes. They were trying to make her look like a bimbo that part of her tried to tell herself.
And so what if they were, she answered back. She still needed some clothes. She still needed to get dressed, and besides, if she put these on, then if she decided she needed anything else, she could always go to the store and get it.
But no, she’d tried to argue back. Both sides of her, both the side that wanted the clothes and the side that didn’t, both sides already knew she was going to like having the clothes on. It was already a given.
So she put the clothes on and that’s when she found out just how right she totally was.
She loved her new set of clothes, and in no time at all, the new clothes had displaced her completely stodgy, old clothes.
And that was how she’d come to find herself standing in front of a closet full of new clothes.
So what to wear, she asked herself. What to wear?
She was going to work, she told herself. That meant business attire, didn’t it, so she needed to wear a skirt or a dress and not her jeans and that was totally super good, because she had plenty of skirts and dresses, and not a one of them came down any lower than the top of her thigh and that was just the way she liked it.
She chose a gray skirt. This was work, she told herself. It wouldn’t do to look too flam ... flamb ... too hot although she had the feeling that if she wanted to, she could come to work in just her bra and panties and no one would complain, but she did have a standard to uphold. She didn’t want people to think she was easy or something like that.
And with her short, little skirt, she’d wear a blouse. She kind of wanted something that showed off her tits because she liked it when guys stared at her tits but as big as her tits now were, just about everything showed off her tits.
A pair of heels finished the whole thing off. She wasn’t even sure when she’d started wearing heels. She’d always thought they weren’t sensible but somewhere along the way, she’d started wearing heels. It was hard at first. She’d fallen a bit but the more used to them she got, the easier it was, and somewhere along the way, her flats had all started to disappear. She wasn’t sure where they’d all gone and she didn’t much care. Maybe she gave them away but she just couldn’t remember. All she knew was she was glad they were gone.
And besides, she liked the way she looked in her heels. She liked the way her legs looked. She liked the way her bottom moved. She wasn’t a slut and she wasn’t a tease, she told herself, but she didn’t mind having guys stare at her. In fact, she liked it a lot.
Her wardrobe for the day now selected, she got herself ready. A quick hop in the shower took longer than it should have because of course, once she’d gotten herself not only naked but slippery wet as well, well hell, that meant she was going to have to play with herself all over again so she did.
She finally pulled herself out of the shower although as hot as she was, there was a part of her that just wanted to go back to bed and let herself fuck herself silly but she had work to do, she kept reminding herself. She had work to do.
She stood in front of the mirror and she put her make-up on. She looked at the reflection in the mirror. The hair still looked good, she thought. She wasn’t sure when she’d done it, but she must have had her hair dyed. How else could she explain the way it now was. After all, she was a brunette, wasn’t she, and yet the image that was staring back at her was most definitely a blond.
She looked a little closer. If she didn’t know better, she told herself, she’d say she was even blonder than she had been the day before. She wasn’t sure how that was even possible but there it was, looking back at her in the mirror and she had to admit it. She looked good as a blond. In fact, it was getting harder and harder to think of herself as having ever been a brunette.
Damn that shower, she thought as she rushed in the door to work. She’d taken too long playing with herself and now she was late ... again.
The security guard looked up as she scurried inside. “Good morning, Ms. Raye.”
Bree looked at the old security guard. “Hello, William,” she said.
“Running a bit late today, I see.
“That I am, William,” she said as she rushed on past. “That I am.”
She finally reached her office and then she dropped her keys on her desk. Damn shower, she said yet again. She was late again.
But she was here now, she told herself as she swiveled around to look at her computer. She was late but at least she was here.
Bree stared at her computer screen and her fingers lingered over the keyboard. Damn it, she was having trouble remembering her password ... again. It was supposed to be something simple, something easy to remember, something ... something ...
No, crap. She’d forgotten it again. Crap, she didn’t want to go to IT and ask them what it was yet again. The last time she’d done that, she’d had to suck the IT guy’s cock off before he gave it to her, not that that was a bad thing, she told herself.
She stared at the screen. What the hell was her password?
She let a hand drop down between her legs and she let that hand slide up under her skirt.
No, she told herself sternly. No. It wasn’t time for that. It was time for work.
But she couldn’t remember what her password was she argued back even as her fingers found there way to her pussy. As long as she was going to be here, she told herself, she might as well get something done.
Not that, she argued back but it was too late. She was already swinging her chair around and she was opening her thighs.
Stop it, she told herself, but she already knew it was pointless. She wasn’t listening to herself. Not anymore.
She was still playing with her pussy when Dave Roberts showed up at the entrance to her cube. “Well now,” he said, “would you look at you.”
Bree was embarrassed but not as embarrassed as she should be she thought and she couldn’t help but notice that her fingers hadn’t stopped doing what they were doing between her legs. “Oh, hi,” she said.
“You seem to be enjoying yourself.”
“I couldn’t log in to my system,” she explained.
“Again?”
Bree nodded.
“Man, you got to find a better way to remember your password.”
“I know,” the girl moaned. Oh geez, she was so close. “I um ... um—”
“Yes?”
“I ... I ... I—”
“Yes?”
“Oh fuck,” Bree moaned as her pussy finally came. Oh geez, that felt so good. She knew she shouldn’t be doing this. She knew she shouldn’t be letting Dave see her cum like this, but she just didn’t care.
“Was it good,” Dave asked.
Bree nodded numbly.
“That’s good, because Chuck wants to see you.”
Crap, Bree thought. Chuck was her boss, and she knew she hadn’t been keeping her end up. Well, that wasn’t exactly true. There was that time in the lunch room when Brian Jeffries had told her he needed to test the lighting in the room.
It was silly, really, and it was like totally not her fault but Brian had come into the break room when she was getting some coffee and he’d said he was running some experiments, and so of course, Bree had asked him what kind of experiments.
Lighting experiments, he’d said.
Lighting experiments? What was wrong with the lighting, Bree wanted to know.
Nothing, he’d said, or at least, he was hoping it was nothing.
Well, of course, that got Bree’s attention. What did he mean when he said he hoped it was nothing.
Bree could tell Brian didn’t want to tell her about it at first but she finally got him to spill the beans. It seems there was this study that if light was too harsh, that it might be harmful to human beings and Brian was testing that out, and then Brian asked her if she wanted to help out.
Well, of course, Bree was totally down for that. She didn’t want any unhealthy light around so she was sure she could help out as long as it wasn’t going to be dangerous or anything like that and Brian assured her that it wasn’t.
Okay then, so what do I need to do, Bree had wanted to know.
Well, a sample was needed of how light reacted to skin that wasn’t normally in the light, Brian had explained. It had something to do with how light reacted with skin that wasn’t normally illum ... illumin ... with skin that wasn’t in the light much, so all Brian really wanted was for Bree to bend over one of the tables in the break room and to let him pull up her skirt and pull down her panties.
Are you sure that’s necessary, Bree had wanted to know.
Absolutely, Brian had assured her, but hey, if she didn’t want to help her fellow employees out, Brian told her, that was fine. He was sure he could get someone else to do the job.
Well, of course, that got Bree moving. She apologized to Brian and she told him she didn’t want to do anything which would harm anyone and if she could help out, then yes, of course she wanted to do it.
And that was how Bree found herself bent over a table with her skirt pulled up and her little thong pulled down. Are you getting what you needed, she’d asked as she’d laid there.
Not yet, what was the answer, but he was getting there, and that’s when Bree had felt the hand between her legs.
Hey, she’d wanted to know. What was going on.
Just adding a little heat, she was told. You can’t have light without heat, can you?
Well when it was said that way, of course it sounded right. No light without heat. Of course, that sounded right.
But then Brian had stuck his cock in her pussy, and Bree was sure that couldn’t possibly be part of the test.
But it was, she’d been told. It was something called the shine factor or something like that. It was all very technical, she was told, but it all had to do with the way light reacted with a surface and how much shine it produced and whether the glare would be harmful to humans.
Bree still hadn’t understood it but she was sure that that was because of that cock in her pussy. Every time she kept trying to focus on what Brian had to say, he’d stick her with his cock again and for the next couple of seconds, she’d just kind of lose focus on what it was he was trying to say. All she knew was that if heat was what Brian needed, his cock was making her plenty hot.
He was fucking her harder and Bree couldn’t help but moan every time that cock bottomed out inside her. She really hoped that her moaning wasn’t going to upset the experiments.
Apparently, her moans didn’t hurt the experiments or if they did, Brian didn’t say so, and besides, by that time, he was moaning, too.
She’d been moaning harder and harder and then right when she was on the very verge of cumming, she felt him pull out of her and suddenly, he was shooting his load all over her bare bottom.
She felt him slap her ass with his cock and then he murmured some encouraging words. “Well now,” he’d said, “it looks like we’re going to be all right.”
“We are?”
“Yes, indeed,” the man had said. “Your butt is both hot and wet and I’ve experienced no harmful effects from seeing it. I guess it was just a false alarm.”
“Wow. That’s good to hear.”
“But if a problem like this ever arises again—”
“You can certainly come to me,” Bree had assured him.
But then she’d come to find out that Brian hadn’t been doing any tests at all and that it was all just a trick so he could have sex with her and for a little while, she was mad about it, except that everyone told her what a good sport she was and so in time, she got over it.
So that was at least one time when she’d been able to keep her end up but something told Bree that wasn’t why Chuck wanted to talk to her.
She walked down the hall to Chuck’s office and she knocked on his door. “You wanted to see me,” she asked.
“Yes, I did,” the man said. “Come inside and shut the door.”
Uh oh, Bree thought. That didn’t sound good, but she did as she was told and she took a seat and waited.
“I notice your work has fallen off rather dramatically,” the man said.
He was definitely right, Bree had to admit. Her work had fallen off, but it wasn’t her fault. It was ... it was ...
She had a flash of inspiration. That really didn’t happen all that much to her anymore. Heck, sometimes, she had trouble with even the simplest tasks but at this moment, right here and right now, she had a flash of inspiration.
She was in her car again and there was this man in the back seat and he’d told her he was going to make her a bimbo.
“It’s not my fault,” Bree said.
“It’s not your fault,” her boss said. “Then whose fault is it? This is your work,” the man said even as he handed over a manilla folder.
Bree took the folder and she looked inside. The folder was empty.
“That is your work,” Chuck said.
Bree looked at the man and she nodded.
“So you see, you’re leaving me with a tough decision, aren’t you?”
Bree shrugged. She was trying to follow what the man was saying but that flash of inspiration had pretty much used up every last bit of her mental capacity.
“We need people around here who are willing to pull their own weight. When someone doesn’t pull their own weight, everyone else has to work a little harder, and that’s bad for morale. You can see that, can’t you?”
Bree shrugged again. She really wasn’t following everything her boss had to say but she wasn’t going to admit it.
“So the question is what are we going to do with you?”
Even in her befuddled state, that statement was enough to get Bree’s attention. “With me,” she asked tentatively.
“Well, we certainly can’t keep you in the position that you’re in now. That’s a position of intelligence and respect. I hardly think anyone would respect you like you are now, do you?”
“No,” Bree had to admit.
“So I just don’t see how we can hold you in the position you’re now in. It would be bad for morale.”
“You’re going to fire me,” Bree said morosely.
“I wouldn’t call it that,” the man said. “Let’s just say I’m going to help you find a position to which you are now more ably suited.”
“You’re going to fire me,” Bree said again.
“Firing is such a harsh word.”
“You’re going to fi—”
“Not at all, you silly girl. I’m not going to fire you. I want to hire you.”
Bree was taken aback. “You want to ... you want to do what?”
“You heard me. I want to hire you.”
“But I thought I already did work for you, Mr. Kramer.”
“Yes, but I’ve got a different job in mind for you.”
“A different job?”
“Like I’m going to have to let you go from your current job. I mean, I just can’t have a senior programmer around who doesn’t even know how to log on to her own machine now, can I?”
Bree nodded. She could see that.
“But people don’t like to see other people go because then they start to wonder if they might be next, so how do you think that would make the other people feel?”
Bree thought that over. “Um, sad?”
“Sad. That’s right. Don’t be shy. You can say it if you know the answer.”
Bree smiled. Mr. Kramer really was a good boss. Well, except for that part about wanting to fire her. That was mean.
“So if people are going to feel sad,” the man said, “how do we want them to feel.”
“Um, happy.”
“Happy. That’s right. We want them to feel happy. So how can we make the people feel happy.”
Bree thought that over and then she shrugged. She just didn’t know.
“Well what makes you happy?”
That was an answer that Bree knew the answer to. “I like to play with my boobies and my pussy.”
“So do you think other people might want to see your boobies and your pussy?”
Bree thought that over. She thought she knew the answer to that. “Yes,” she said.
“Yes. That’s the answer. So here’s the deal. I want to keep the important people, the ones who do the real work, I want to keep them happy, and I think you’re just the person to do that. We’ll call you the person-who-makes-people-happy person.”
“I can do that,” Bree said enthusiastically.
“Are you sure,” the man asked, “because the last thing I need is someone who says they’re going to do something, and then they don’t.”
“I can do it,” Bree promised.
“All right then. Show me.”
“Sir?”
“Show me. Suppose I’m a programmer and I’m feeling kind of tense. Show me what you’d do.”
Thinking on her feet really wasn’t Bree’s strong suit, at least it wasn’t anymore. She just sat there in her chair looking confused and wishing for all the world that someone would tell her what it was she was supposed to do but even as she sat there, something seemed to come over her, and she knew what she needed to do.
She got up out of her chair and she came around her boss’s desk. “Is someone feeling kind of tense,” she asked.
“Why yes,” the man said. “I think I am feeling tense.”
“Oh, that’s so sad,” Bree pouted. “I hate seeing you feel bad but you know what? I think I’ve got something that can help.”
“You do, do ya?”
The girl nodded. “Uh huh.” The girl pulled her top off and she dropped it on the floor and moments later, she was dropping her bra on top of her blouse. “You know, I’ll bet if I was a guy and if I was like totally tense, I’ll bet there’s nothing that I’d like more than to have a girl with big tits slide in between my legs and have her start sucking my cock. So what do you think? Does that sound good to you?”
“Yeah,” the man said.
“Yeah? Does that sound good to you? Is that what you said?”
“Yeah.”
Bree smiled as she dropped to the floor. In no time at all, she had her boss’s pants open and then she was pulling them down around his ankles. Moments later, his underwear had been pulled down, too. Bree smiled to herself even as her hand wrapped itself around her boss’s cock. She was sure she was going to get this job.
No sooner had she had her hand wrapped around that cock than her mouth was there, too. She liked the way the man moaned as she slipped her mouth down on his cock and Bree made a note to herself. That meant she was doing a good job.
Don’t get cocky, she told herself. It was a good start but if she wanted the job, she needed to learn how to finish strong.
The man was running his hand through Bree’s hair. “That’s a good girl,” he kept telling her. “That’s a good girl. Now keep sucking that cock.”
Like she was going to stop, Bree thought. She wasn’t stupid. She needed this job.
Her boss was groaning really loud now and instinctively, Bree knew what that meant. She sucked him harder. She knew the job was almost hers.
He was groaning really loud.
Bree pulled his cock out of her mouth and she stuck it between her tits. She mashed her tits together and she fucked his cock between her tits. She looked up at him with big, wide eyes. “Come on,” she moaned. “I want to feel it. I want you to cum on my tits.”
The man groaned as if he were about to cum but at the last minute something held him back.
Bree was unperturbed. She kept fucking him with her tits. “Come on,” she moaned. “Cum on my tits.”
The man groaned but this time it wasn’t a false alarm. His cock surged and then it surged again and again, shooting gobs of cum all over the blond’s big, full tits.
“Oh yeah,” Bree purred. “Look at that. You’re getting your cum all over my tits. Doesn’t that feel good, Mr. Kramer?”
“Yeah,” the man groaned.
Bree nodded to herself. She knew the man liked it but she had to make sure she got this job. “I’ll bet it does,” the girl said, “but if I know you, I’ll bet you want even more.”
Bree wasn’t about to wait for an answer. She stood up and she unzipped her skirt. In moments, like her bra and her top, the skirt was on the floor and moments later, her little thong was on top of the skirt.
She leaned back on the man’s desk and she spread her legs. She let her fingers slide between her thighs. She knew he could see her pussy and she knew she wanted him to see her. “Come on,” she said. “Come on. Fuck me.”
“I don’t know,” the man said.
Bree knew he was toying with her but she knew she was going to play along because she knew she needed this job. She needed it so bad. “Come on,” she pleaded. “Come on. You know what I need. Fuck me. Fuck me, please.”
“Yeah, but you already sucked me off. I think I’m good.”
“Come on,” the girl pleaded. “Come on. I need it. I need it so bad. Come on. Make me cum.”
“I don’t know.”
“Come on. Ple-e-e-ease.”
“I like it when a girl like you begs. Say it again.”
“Ple-e-e-ease,” the girl moaned. “Please. Please fuck my pussy. I need it bad. Please.”
The man was out of his chair and he was stroking his cock. “Don’t stop now,” the man told her.
“Fuck me,” the girl pleaded. “Fuck me. Come on. Do it. Fuck me hard. Fuck me, please.”
Bree moaned as she felt the man slide in between her legs and then she moaned again as she felt the length of him inside her cunt.
“Oh god,” she moaned. “Oh god. Fuck me.”
“Yeah, you like this, don’t you.”
The girl moaned. There was nothing she wanted more than to feel that cock cum inside her cunt.
“Oh fuck,” the man groaned. “Oh fuck. This is what you need, isn’t it. You need to be fucked like this.
He was right. She was glad someone else was willing to make the decisions for her because she’d lost all confidence in her ability to decide things for herself. She could still think, of course, but that didn’t mean that whatever conclusion she came to would be the right one. She needed this job. She needed to show she could make people happy.
“Oh fuck,” the man groaned. “Oh fuck. I’m going to cum.”
She would have said something if she could think of anything at all but she couldn’t think. All she could do was lie there and moan as that cock filled her up and even as it did, she knew she loved it. She loved getting fucked but more than that, she loved the feel of guys filling her pussy with cum.
The man finally pulled his cock out. He looked down at Bree and then he said, “Get dressed.”
Something was wrong, Bree thought. He’s kicking me out. “Wait,” she cried. “Wait. Don’t throw me out. I need this job. I can do better.”
The man just laughed. “I have no doubt you can and you will but get dressed.”
“Why? Please let me prove myself to you. Please don’t fire me. I need this job.”
“You stupid girl. I’m not firing you. I’m hiring you, but I need you to get dressed and get out of my office because I got work to do and besides, I got a bunch of guys out there who just can’t wait to get a hold of you.”
It took a second for that to sink in. “You mean you’re hiring me,” Bree asked finally.
“That’s what I said. Now get out of here.”
Bree picked up her clothes and left her boss’s office. It had all happened so fast but she’d gotten the job and all Bree knew was that she couldn’t wait to fuck her first guy.