Fluffer Ch. 02

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This is a work of fiction. While some places and events may be inspired by real-world locations and happenings, the characters and plot are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, and even places or businesses is purely coincidental.

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Sandy stood by the dresser, naked, flipping through the clothes she'd laid out the night before. I leaned back against the headboard, the sheet loose around my waist, just watching her, completely transfixed.

Her tits were large and high, naturally full and round, the kind that didn't sag or flatten. They swayed gently with her movements, the kind of motion that made it impossible to look away. Her nipples were thick and erect, darker than the rest of her skin, centered on wide, textured areolas, a deep pink rose in color, almost the same tone as her lips when she was turned on.

She bent forward to grab panties from the lower drawer, and I got a view that made my cock stir, her wide hips tilting toward me, her thick ass cheeks parting slightly, revealing everything. Her pussy lips were barely visible from behind, soft and nestled between her thighs, and just above them, the delicate folds around her asshole, small flaps of skin like the gentle creases of an outie belly button. She was embarrassed by that part of her anatomy, but I would always tell her she had an "outie" asshole, then I would chuckle knowing there was no such thing.

She would always get annoyed and ask me how many I pushed out of me. To make her feel better, whenever we watched porn, I would point out women who had assholes like hers.

She stepped into a black thong and slid it up slow, the string disappearing into the cleft of her ass. Then she pulled up a simple black skirt--professional looking, but tight enough to show off the curve of her ass without looking slutty. It was an expensive Ralph Lauren skirt, the kind you'd see on the cover of a woman's magazine--elegant, sharp, and dangerously flattering.

She added a white blouse, buttoning it just enough to pass in the office. But it didn't hide much. Her nipples still poked through, two soft points straining gently against the fabric.

I pushed the sheet aside and swung my legs off the bed.

"Can we have sex for good luck?" I asked, my voice low and hopeful, only half joking.

"NO!" She replied playfully, "We CANNOT!"

I laughed and grinned, "Hey a man's gotta try!" I exclaimed.

"You men are all the same," she whispered, as she bent over to pick up some clothes off the floor. "Sorry hon, but I am not starting my first day smelling like cum or cock, I just showered and am dressed now, so you are gonna have to jerk it! Why don't you jerk off with my panties later today if you can't hold it?" She asked.

"Oh, honey! I can wait!" I said. I knew I wasn't getting this morning, but she was always sweet about it and never made me feel bad when I asked for sex.

It wasn't too long and I was helping her out the door and wishing her good luck on her first day at her new job. I walked her to the door and gave her a quick kiss, smoothing a wrinkle on her blouse that didn't need smoothing. "You're gonna crush it," I said, meaning it.

She smiled, eyes bright with nerves and anticipation. "Wish me luck."

"Always."

And then she was gone.

Around noon I got a call from Sandy's best girlfriend Keri.

"Hey Chacho!" I said, smiling. Chacho was the funny name that we called each other. One night a long time ago, we drove through the Taco Bell drive through and she was drunk and she tried to order a Churro and a Taco, but it came out Chacho, pronounced like Chaw-Choh. We laughed so hard and after that we began calling each other Chacho ever since.

She laughed and replied back with "Hey Chacho!".

"Do you miss your partner in crime at work? It hasn't even been one day!" I teased.

"Listen, the assholes here would not let us throw her a going away party. I fucking hate them! Anyways, this morning a bunch of us decided we would just have a little get together at that little bar called The Last Draft, ya know, right off exit 37?"

I knew the bar, because my cousin Nancy actually owned it. "I know it well! That is my cousin's place. It is perfect, quiet, and usually not busy on a Monday night." I said, reassuring her.

"That's right! I forgot about that!" She said. "This is a last-minute thing, about ten of us are coming. But we want it to be a surprise, so you have to lure her there at six o'clock."

"Done! We will see you there" I said, then each of us saying our goodbyes and hanging up.

Five thirty rolled by and Sandy pulled into the driveway.

I stood by the kitchen island, pretending to scroll through my phone, but really just waiting. A moment later the door opened, and there she was--still in that same tight black skirt and white blouse, a little wrinkled now, the buttons pulling ever so slightly from the tension of a full day's movement. Her hair was a little messy, like she'd been running her fingers through it. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips pink and slightly parted.

She looked fucking amazing.

"You survived," I said, grinning.

"Barely," she muttered, rolling her neck. "Everything is intense. Organized chaos. But it's good. I think it's really good."

I stepped in close and kissed her cheek, letting my hand slide lightly over the small of her back. "Tell me everything."

She smiled. "God, I need a drink first."

"Perfect," I said, holding up my keys. "Let's go out for a bite. I was thinking my cousin's bar, The Last Draft. It'll be dead on a Monday. Quiet."

She hesitated, glancing down at her clothes. "Should I change?"

"No," I said quickly. "Stay like that. You look... stunning."

We got in my SUV and drove off, she put her legs up on dash, her heels on the floor board and began telling me about her day. It was all typical stuff for a first day. Paperwork, insurance forms, meeting her coworkers and the owner of the company.

It did not take long for us to arrive at The Last Draft Sports Bar. It was the hot place to hang out in the nineties, but then over time it faded out.

I held her hand and walked in to the dim bar. It wasn't much, dingy, a big red felt pool table in the middle. Surrounded by brown tables and chairs against the walls. The bar was at least forty feet long with an "L" shape.

Once our eyes adjusted to the light, we saw Chacho and a bunch of her coworkers.

"SURPRISE!" They yelled.

Chacho was the ring leader, she had a cake on the table, and people were wearing silver birthday hats, even though it was not anyone's birthday.

Sandy's face lit up. She clutched my arm, then after the realization that this was an impromptu party for her, she bellowed and laughed, rushing up to hug her best friend.

Her coworkers gathered around her giving her hugs, some had tear in their eyes as Sandy was switching between crying and laughing, but out of joy and sadness to be leaving people she loved.

After everyone settled down Chacho explained to Sandy that everyone wanted to give her a going away party at work, but their boss would not allow it.

Sandy rolled her eyes, "That is exactly why I left!"

Keri, now looking angry, "Yeah, well it's bullshit and we all know it!"

Everyone loved Sandy at her old job, her boss sat back as she did most of his job, and he never promoted her because he liked being lazy and incompetent and getting paid for it. Her coworkers loved her because she was always nice and acted as a buffer shielding them from her boss.

I went up to the bar and gave the bartender my card, making sure all the drinks for this party were to be put on my tab.

As I made my way back to the crowd. Neil walked in. Neil was her asshole boss, the one who always denied her promotions and squashed the party for Sandy.

Chacho looked at me, "Who the fuck invited him?" She asked.

I rolled my eyes in disgust and he sauntered over to the crowd as if he was the star of the party. He made it awkward, but her coworkers pretended to enjoy his company. I ignored him.

Sandy huddled me and Chacho together and said, "Don't let him ruin this like he ruins everything else. Just ignore him and have a good time."

"Only for you!" I said. "Because I am this close to throwing him the fuck out of here."

"Do NOT!" She said sternly. "Show some class."

Chacho and I smiled at each other and then smiled back at Sandy. It was her party after all.

"Okay, I will behave. Promise!" I said, in a whisper.

Despite the asshole hanging around we all actually had a good time, beers flowed, wine was poured, I ordered plates of wings and appetizers. An hour and a half flew by and I was feeling good.

Later, Chacho put a single candle on the cake and Sandy thought it was hysterical, but sweet.

Chacho spoke up, addressing the crowd. "Even though we are wearing birthday hats from the dollar store, because they didn't congratulation hats, we love you, Sandy! And we wish you the best on your new career!"

The crowd cheered, even Neil clapped, but didn't smile.

Being that it was Monday, a half hour later, the crowd was down to us, Chacho, Neil and three of her coworkers. We settled up at the bar and I had to switch to Coca-Cola so I could drive.

The problem I had, was that Neil had decided to belly up right next to me at the bar, on my left side, Chacho to his left and Sandy at my right side. The problem was, he was now drunk. Neil was a not a nice drunk. For fifteen minutes we listened to him bash all the people that had left, while bragging about himself.

My patience was wearing thin. Sandy kept squeezing my arm to behave.

And I would have behaved, except one thing...

Neil slapped his right hand on the bar, "And that's why I said no going away party for her. Yeah, she works hard and maybe deserves it, but ya know what Luke? Your wife is a fuck up! I have to spend so much of my time, cleaning up after her, fixing her mistakes... I fucking guarantee she will fuck her new job too! She will come crying back to ME!"

Shocked by what this asshole just said, I looked over at Sandy. She was looking forward, frozen, not looking at me. A tear began to roll down her left cheek.

I looked over at Chacho. Her mouth was open in disbelief, staring at me.

Sandy grabbed my arm, "Just don't! Please! It's not worth it." She whispered.

I decided that I would not resort to violence. But I was gonna give it back... gently.

"Ya know Neil... maybe you don't know what you are doing! Are you jealous of my wife?" I asked, in a calm demeanor.

That's when Neil got up off the bar stool. He was not swaying, so he wasn't too drunk.

"Let me tell you something, Luuuke." He said, stretching out the "u".

I pretended to ignore him.

A wicked smile formed across his lips, "Your wife is a cunt! C-U-N-T cunt!"

I smiled, I was actually pretty happy now, because now I no longer had to behave.

I am 6'2, 235. Neil is decent size, about 5'10 maybe 200 pounds. When I was younger, I was a logger for my father's logging company. From age 14 to until 22 I spent my days wrestling trees and even other loggers. By the time I was 16, I was stronger and had more stamina than any of my classmates and the muscles never really left as I aged. Neil on the other hand, had never experienced manual labor.

I stood up, stepping away from the bar and facing him. "What?" I said, turning my head and pushing my ear forward with my left hand, pretending like I actually couldn't hear him.

"You heard me!" He raised his voice, "A CUNT!" Neil yelled.

"Oh fuck!" I heard Chacho say in the background.

I acted really confused, but this time, I quietly moved my right foot backwards, planting my weight, and then I bent backwards, as if he had bad breath, luring him forward. Now he was bent forward slightly at the waist, trying to get closer to my face.

One more time I said, "What?" Pretending not to hear.

He opened his disgusting mouth, "I SAID .... C-U-..."

I sprang forward like an NFL kicker, and with all the force I could muster, I kicked, landing my knee directly into his balls. I tried to kick with enough force to lift his whole body off the ground, like I wanted to launch him into the wall. I was hoping to break his pelvic bone.

I kneed him so hard, it took his breath away, he collapsed forward into me, which is what I wanted and I why I tricked him into bending forward at the waist.

I learned a long time ago that if you knock a man out and he hits his head on the floor and dies, you are in deep shit. You can learn a lot working with crazy loggers and the ones I used to work with, used to pick bar fights for fun.

I grabbed him in a bear hug, holding him, my arms under his, he fell limp like a sack of potatoes and I gently lowered him to the floor.

He was gonna be fine and it is actually really difficult to break a pelvic bone this way. But he did let out a moan and make funny noises, like he was a mummy in a horror film. He kept groaning and groaning. I might have smashed one of his balls. I didn't care.

It was over before it started.

I let him recover for a minute and then I pulled him up and Chacho helped me move him to a chair.

I was going to leave, but I had to make sure it ended here.

"Neil!" I said, gently cupping his face. He was pliable and defeated. "Everything you said is on camera tonight. Calling my wife a cunt, the fifteen minute tirade of you shitting on all your employees. The whole thing was recorded in HD, in full sound."

I pointed to the cameras above the bar.

"Now, you can call the cops; because I did hit you. But then, the video of you calling your former employee a cunt, will be sent to your bosses, will be put on social media, then we will sue you and your company for sexual harassment."

Neil actually looked me in the eye, which I was surprised about. Cowards always look away.

"I fucking hate involving the police in my shit. We are both going to forget that this ever happened. Right?" I asked.

He nodded in agreement.

"So, my cousin, who is sitting on the other side of that bar, is going to call you a cab to bring you home, or to the ER, if you want, they can make sure your balls haven't exploded. But no matter where you go tonight, you should know that if I ever hear you call my wife a cunt again, I will beat you within an inch of your life, and I will do it in front of the fucking police. I don't care. Do you understand me?"

He nodded. "I wanna go home." He muttered.

I gently clapped the side of his face a couple times and said, "Good boy!" I said and walked towards Sandy.

She was still on her stool, her face in her hands, crying.

I took her by the arm and helped her up. I felt really bad, this was no way to celebrate a new job.

My cousin did in fact have a cab take him home like he wanted. But only after he proved he could walk on his own and sit up and down without a problem.

Chacho was a little drunk and so I had her come with us, so I could bring her home safely.

When I pulled into our driveway almost an hour later, I looked over at Sandy, "I am sorry if I ruined your night!" I said, sincerely.

"You didn't hon! Thank you for standing up for me." She said. "I was just upset that he had to ruin my party."

"Was he always that way towards you?" I asked.

"Yeah... but he never called me names before, like that. But always put me down, criticizing my work while I ran that place."

"Why the fuck didn't you ever tell me?" I asked, but in a gentle tone.

"Because! We have two kids to finish putting through college, that's why." She said, looking at me, tears welling up in her eyes.

Then the damn burst, more than a decade of hurt feelings and stuffed emotions bursting out. She cried, moaning like an animal. I had never seen her cry this deeply. Ashamed she held her head in her hands, trying to hide her face.

I reached over with my arm, pulling her into me. She buried her head into my shoulder and continued crying, but calming down.

"Hey... it's okay." I soothed.

I rubbed her back and let her sob.

"I tried so hard to keep it together, for us, for the kids, I even tried to protect my coworkers from him."

"Now I am going back to kick his ass again!" I said softly, but jokingly.

Her last sob turned into a laugh, "... Maybe I will help you this time." She said in a whisper, looking up at me, her blues wet with tears but a tiny smile forming on her lips.

"I just want you to know, that I am proud of you and I know you are good at what you do. That is why your coworkers were surrounding you tonight, celebrating you. I don't want you to ever forget that. I hope you believe in yourself. I hope he didn't rob you of that."

"I know that." She replied.

"Listen, I want you to promise me one thing, if you are ever mistreated at work, ever again, you quit! You tell them to fuck off and you walk away. I don't care about the kid's college, they can take out a loan, it won't hurt them."

She kissed me on the cheek, still leaning over the console. "I promise."

The next morning I awoke to sunlight streaming through our bedroom. An intense yellow beam illuminated our comforter, causing the brick red coloring to glow a brighter red. It was mid-May, so weather was nice too and Sandy had opened a window letting a fresh breeze.

If I thought our bedroom felt happy and chipper, Sandy came out of our bathroom completely naked, hair straightened and a smile on her face that lit up the room even more than the sunlight.

"You are happy this morning!" I said, sitting up to admire the view of her naked body.

"I know! I feel better than I have in years. I feel a weight has been lifted from my shoulders. I have a new job, I no longer have to deal with Neil. I am so happy!" She said, her smile illuminating her face.

"If I had known about how bad that motherfucker really treated you..."

Sandy cut me off by jumping on the bed like a tigress and pressing her fingers to my lips to shut them. "Stop! We are no longer going to spend an ounce of energy talking about that. From here on out it's a new day, a new future and a new me!"

"Okay." I said softly, grabbing her two fingers and kissing them. "Whatever you want... I can see how absolutely happy you are."

"I am going to show you how happy I am." She said, pushing me back on the bed and crawling on top of me. As she straddled me, I watched her heavy tits sway above my face, God they looked amazing. She reached down between her legs, grabbing my cock. I felt her slide my cock across her wet pussy. She centered my cockhead on her opening, it was wet and hot, her butterfly shaped pussy lips were always making it easy to enter her.

As she sat back, she slid down easily over my cock, her pussy tight and wet.

Then she sat all the way down and sat back, straightening her body. She raised her hands placing them behind her head, to hold her hair back, but mainly for balance. She looked down at me, biting her bottom lip and it was so fucking sexy.

Then she began to ride with wild abandon, moving her hips expertly to ride my cock, up and down her body went, and her hips and belly gyrated like a belly dancer. Her tits flopped and swayed and my cock never felt so good.

She picked up her pace, riding like a cowgirl possessed. I was overwhelmed by her wet pussy, her bouncing tits, that sexy expression on her face. I was gonna cum and there was nothing I could do about it.

"I am gonna cum!" I announced.

Her whole body was bouncing up and down like she was riding a bronco, but I wasn't moving, it was all her, a sexy banshee going crazy on my cock.

"Me too!" She managed to say.

That was it, cum erupted from my cock, shooting deep in her pussy. I groaned and tried to grab her hips, but she pushed my hands away. Then began moaning and screaming loud, "I am cuuuumming..." She bellowed, slamming down hard on my cock one final time. I could feel her pussy clenching my cock as her orgasm rippled through her body.

She leaned forward and kissed me gently.

"That was amazing." I said.

She smiled. "I love you!" She said.

"I love you too!" I replied.

"Now I have to go to work." She smiled again, her face lit up. This was truly a new life for her and I could feel it, I knew she was going to be a much happier woman.

"I don't think you should look this beautiful going to work. They might try to kidnap you." I said, trying to act serious.

"I can't help it if I am this pretty." She said, lifting off me by shifting off to the side and lifting her right leg. As she did, a huge mess of cum poured out of her pussy and landing in my pubic hair.

"That's a treat for you today." She said, looking down at the cum.

"Nope!" I said. "Once I cum, I don't want to know."

It was her turn to tease. "What? You always tell me how you want to eat a creampie out of me. So eat it."

I laughed, "No! Only in fantasy land..." I protested. "After I cum I don't want to know it!"

"You are lucky I have to go to work right now." She teased.

She hopped off the bed and I watched my beautiful queen walk away, staring at her pale ass cheeks that jiggled just right as she walked.

I made coffee while she got dressed and put on some light makeup. That is one thing I loved about her, she never wore make up really. A little eye liner, and a little lipstick and she was done. She was blessed with beauty and her natural look went a long way. During the special occasions when she actually put on some makeup, she looked stunning, like a model, at least to me.

She met me in the kitchen, looking great. Since it was a warm day, she had white belted linen shorts. They were sorta high-waisted. She had on light pastel green, short sleeve button up shirt with the tiny Ralph Lauren logo on it. A light-brown belt finished it off with matching shoes.

"You look very festive for spring." I said, giving her a kiss on the lips.

"We have had such a long winter and warm weather is finally here and I don't care, I am wearing white shorts before Memorial Day." She said, but was not serious, as I knew she didn't care about that shit.

"Enjoy your day! I love you!" I said, giving her a kiss once more, she said I love you back and was out the door, excited for day two of her new job.