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Fapping Materials / Re: Newest chapter of "Brad the bully fucks my mom" from Bottom_all_the_way (Patreo)
« on: November 22, 2021, 07:17:12 PM »
My stress from the traumatic phone call was instantly lifted as my beautiful wife walked through the door. Although we were in a sexless marriage (technically, I was still a virgin, although my ass wasn't - Claire had taken that virginity long ago), that did little to deter my attraction to her. I considered myself incredibly lucky
to be married to such an amazing, sexy, Latina bombshell.
The clinking sound of her high-heels echoed across the living room floor. I thought it was silly for her to dress up in high-heels just to go to the gym, but she insisted on looking good whenever she went out, even if the only person she was going to see was her personal trainer.
Her curvy, birth-giving Latina hips swung side to side as she walked while her hands pulled her hair into a ponytail. "I'm going to need a good massage tonight! Richardo really gave me a good, hard workout," she said with delight.
She plopped herself down on the couch and kicked her high-heeled feet up on the coffee table, crossing them at the ankles. I stepped out of the kitchen with her plate of dinner. She always worked up quite an appetite at the gym, so I had come into the habit of having her dinner ready as soon as she got home.
As she saw me coming with the plate, she kicked off her high heels and crossed her legs, wiggling her toes at me. It was her unspoken signal for me to begin massaging her feet, and I dropped to my knees and did as she asked.
"Mmm, great," she said as she picked at her food with her fork and had her feet rubbed. She had painted her finger and toenails cherry-red before going to meet with her personal trainer at the gym. She must have showered at the gym after their workout because she looked immaculate.
"After dinner, I'm going to need a long massage in thighs. Richardo said he felt a knot in my left thigh which you'll have to knead out."
I paused rubbing her foot, as her words caught me quite off-guard.
"R... Richardo was touching your thighs?" I asked jealously. Though she was wearing tight-fitted jeans right now, I knew that she always wore tight spandex workout shorts (also known as booty shorts) when she went to the gym. The thought of her extremely physically fit gym trainer touching her legs and thighs while she wore something like that made me stop.
"Of course," she answered matter-of-factly without looking away from her plate. "He's my personal trainer, he touches me all over."
"But..." I answered stupidly. This time she did look away from her plate. "No backtalking," she said sternly as she looked down at me. She held her toes up to my lips and wiggled them, signaling that I should begin sucking on her feet. Vanessa loved having her toes and feet sucked on. I opened my mouth and she pushed her toes into my lips and I began sucking.
"Good boy. Now, there's nothing to be jealous about. Richardo has to touch me lots during our work-outs to help me stretch, or make sure my form is correct. Often times he holds my hips while I squat, or helps position my thighs when I'm doing leg kicks. It's completely normal. You'd that if you ever went to the gym," she said dismissively as she ate.
She was right, and I felt a little embarrassed. I should go to the gym, but I hated it. I always felt so humiliated trying to work out in front of all those extremely fit men and women.
"You're lucky Richardo agreed to be my personal trainer. You know he was Jennifer Lopez's personal trainer for three years? Imagine if I still look as good as her when I'm 50!"
I refrained from rolling my eyes with doubt. There was no way I believed that to be true.
"Really, you should be thanking him. Don't you agree?" She pulled her foot out of my mouth and waited for my answer.
"Y-yes," I agreed quietly.
"Good. He's a thorough professional. That's why I left him a $50-dollar tip today." I gasped. I remembered she asked me for $50 dollars that morning, but I didn't know what it was for. She held up the bottom of her foot, and I knew better than to complain. I began planting kisses along the sole of her foot.
"Who cares if he charges you more than other customers, he's worth every penny. So, no more getting jealous or complaining about Richardo, understand? Now, tell me about how the promotion interview went today."
I helped maintain a computer database for a finance server farm. It was a lot of technical tasks, such as making sure the servers received software updates, reviewing server transactions, monitoring temperatures and usage, and sometimes physically cleaning the air filters. There was a promotion opportunity as my old boss retired, and I should have been next in line for his position.
My lips pulled off of the bottom of Vanessa's foot and began rubbing it with my thumb. "Not great," I answered sadly.
"The interview didn't go so great. And, it turns out that Pat had been..." Patrick was one of my coworkers. He had only been working there a short time, but he was already way ahead of most other employees. He seemed very nice at first and I thought we'd be good friends - I showed him all around the office and taught him all the tricks I knew - but as time went on, it turned out he was not my friend at all. He often made jokes at my expense and belittled me in front of our managers.
I continued my story, "Pat had been taking the files I'd completed out of the bin. He was removing my name from the completed files, putting his own name on them, and then resubmitting them. So, all the extra work I'd been doing for the last few months has been filed under his name!"
Vanessa let out a laugh. "Oh, that Patrick! He's such a rascal, haha! So, what happened next?"
I continued rubbing her feet as I spoke. "Well, I tried to tell HR, but they said the numbers had already been submitted so there was nothing really they could do about it. I tried to tell one of the managers but he scoffed and said I shouldn't play games and try to rat out other employees to get ahead."
"He's right," Vanessa agreed. "It's not looked very highly upon if you tattle-tale on others."
"Yeah, that's true... So, during the interview, I didn't really have much to say because all of the work I planned to talk about was filed under Patrick's name, and I didn't have anything else planned to talk about..."
"Wow, it sounds like Patrick really got you good," Vanessa said with a little smirk. "And how did his interview go?"
"Ugh. That's the worst part! I saw them all stand up to shake his hand when he walked in and heard them praising him for all the work that I completed!"
"Oh yes, they probably thought he did all that extra work in such a short amount of time after starting there. I bet that really impressed them."
"Yeah... They looked very pleased with him. Ugh, the thought of him being my new boss really aggravates me!"
"Aww, well, I guess you'll just have to work even harder now to make up for it, huh?"
"Yeah... It's not fair," I moaned.
"Aww, I know it doesn't seem fair, but that's just how the corporate world goes sometimes. You'll just have to keep your head down and keep working harder to try and catch back up. But for now, how about you start on that massage? My glutes are so sore after Richardo gave me such a hard, deep workout this afternoon!"
to be married to such an amazing, sexy, Latina bombshell.
The clinking sound of her high-heels echoed across the living room floor. I thought it was silly for her to dress up in high-heels just to go to the gym, but she insisted on looking good whenever she went out, even if the only person she was going to see was her personal trainer.
Her curvy, birth-giving Latina hips swung side to side as she walked while her hands pulled her hair into a ponytail. "I'm going to need a good massage tonight! Richardo really gave me a good, hard workout," she said with delight.
She plopped herself down on the couch and kicked her high-heeled feet up on the coffee table, crossing them at the ankles. I stepped out of the kitchen with her plate of dinner. She always worked up quite an appetite at the gym, so I had come into the habit of having her dinner ready as soon as she got home.
As she saw me coming with the plate, she kicked off her high heels and crossed her legs, wiggling her toes at me. It was her unspoken signal for me to begin massaging her feet, and I dropped to my knees and did as she asked.
"Mmm, great," she said as she picked at her food with her fork and had her feet rubbed. She had painted her finger and toenails cherry-red before going to meet with her personal trainer at the gym. She must have showered at the gym after their workout because she looked immaculate.
"After dinner, I'm going to need a long massage in thighs. Richardo said he felt a knot in my left thigh which you'll have to knead out."
I paused rubbing her foot, as her words caught me quite off-guard.
"R... Richardo was touching your thighs?" I asked jealously. Though she was wearing tight-fitted jeans right now, I knew that she always wore tight spandex workout shorts (also known as booty shorts) when she went to the gym. The thought of her extremely physically fit gym trainer touching her legs and thighs while she wore something like that made me stop.
"Of course," she answered matter-of-factly without looking away from her plate. "He's my personal trainer, he touches me all over."
"But..." I answered stupidly. This time she did look away from her plate. "No backtalking," she said sternly as she looked down at me. She held her toes up to my lips and wiggled them, signaling that I should begin sucking on her feet. Vanessa loved having her toes and feet sucked on. I opened my mouth and she pushed her toes into my lips and I began sucking.
"Good boy. Now, there's nothing to be jealous about. Richardo has to touch me lots during our work-outs to help me stretch, or make sure my form is correct. Often times he holds my hips while I squat, or helps position my thighs when I'm doing leg kicks. It's completely normal. You'd that if you ever went to the gym," she said dismissively as she ate.
She was right, and I felt a little embarrassed. I should go to the gym, but I hated it. I always felt so humiliated trying to work out in front of all those extremely fit men and women.
"You're lucky Richardo agreed to be my personal trainer. You know he was Jennifer Lopez's personal trainer for three years? Imagine if I still look as good as her when I'm 50!"
I refrained from rolling my eyes with doubt. There was no way I believed that to be true.
"Really, you should be thanking him. Don't you agree?" She pulled her foot out of my mouth and waited for my answer.
"Y-yes," I agreed quietly.
"Good. He's a thorough professional. That's why I left him a $50-dollar tip today." I gasped. I remembered she asked me for $50 dollars that morning, but I didn't know what it was for. She held up the bottom of her foot, and I knew better than to complain. I began planting kisses along the sole of her foot.
"Who cares if he charges you more than other customers, he's worth every penny. So, no more getting jealous or complaining about Richardo, understand? Now, tell me about how the promotion interview went today."
I helped maintain a computer database for a finance server farm. It was a lot of technical tasks, such as making sure the servers received software updates, reviewing server transactions, monitoring temperatures and usage, and sometimes physically cleaning the air filters. There was a promotion opportunity as my old boss retired, and I should have been next in line for his position.
My lips pulled off of the bottom of Vanessa's foot and began rubbing it with my thumb. "Not great," I answered sadly.
"The interview didn't go so great. And, it turns out that Pat had been..." Patrick was one of my coworkers. He had only been working there a short time, but he was already way ahead of most other employees. He seemed very nice at first and I thought we'd be good friends - I showed him all around the office and taught him all the tricks I knew - but as time went on, it turned out he was not my friend at all. He often made jokes at my expense and belittled me in front of our managers.
I continued my story, "Pat had been taking the files I'd completed out of the bin. He was removing my name from the completed files, putting his own name on them, and then resubmitting them. So, all the extra work I'd been doing for the last few months has been filed under his name!"
Vanessa let out a laugh. "Oh, that Patrick! He's such a rascal, haha! So, what happened next?"
I continued rubbing her feet as I spoke. "Well, I tried to tell HR, but they said the numbers had already been submitted so there was nothing really they could do about it. I tried to tell one of the managers but he scoffed and said I shouldn't play games and try to rat out other employees to get ahead."
"He's right," Vanessa agreed. "It's not looked very highly upon if you tattle-tale on others."
"Yeah, that's true... So, during the interview, I didn't really have much to say because all of the work I planned to talk about was filed under Patrick's name, and I didn't have anything else planned to talk about..."
"Wow, it sounds like Patrick really got you good," Vanessa said with a little smirk. "And how did his interview go?"
"Ugh. That's the worst part! I saw them all stand up to shake his hand when he walked in and heard them praising him for all the work that I completed!"
"Oh yes, they probably thought he did all that extra work in such a short amount of time after starting there. I bet that really impressed them."
"Yeah... They looked very pleased with him. Ugh, the thought of him being my new boss really aggravates me!"
"Aww, well, I guess you'll just have to work even harder now to make up for it, huh?"
"Yeah... It's not fair," I moaned.
"Aww, I know it doesn't seem fair, but that's just how the corporate world goes sometimes. You'll just have to keep your head down and keep working harder to try and catch back up. But for now, how about you start on that massage? My glutes are so sore after Richardo gave me such a hard, deep workout this afternoon!"