A good fuck

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Foreword:

Dear readers,

thank you for purchasing my book.

A good fuck is an erotic short story.

But now to my real person. My name is Jupiter Hill. I was born in Frankfurt am Main in 1982. Since my childhood I have written stories of all kinds. The older I got, the stronger my desire to write erotic stories became. And that's what I do now.

I don't stick to any fixed conventions. No rigid ideas or general views. Sometimes I write from a woman's point of view, sometimes from a man's. Because my stories are made for both sexes.

I hope to make my readers happy with my "works". And inspire them to erotic acts. The following story is partly made up. But a large part is based on my own life.

Your Jupiter

A good fuck

My husband Markus and I had been happily married for years now. We met at a seminar and we both hit it off immediately. Markus works very successfully at a bank near Munich. I work as a secretary in a small industrial company.

Markus is 24 years old and I am 23 years old. To our great good fortune, our daughter was born last year. Actually, we wanted to wait with family planning because we wanted to get off to a good start in our careers. Of course we also wanted to enjoy ourselves by going out, parties and celebrations. But when I got the message from the gynaecologist, we were still really happy and decided to keep the child.

My boss was not really enthusiastic when I told him, as I had only worked in the company for a very short time and had just finished the probationary period. But well, it was as it was and could not be changed. After my daughter was born, I was on parental leave for a year and enjoyed the time with my baby very much. Markus also gave me all the support I needed. I love both of them very much. But now the parental leave was over again and for a few days I was working again as a chief secretary in my old company.

Actually, I didn't really want to, but we were dependent on my salary because Markus didn't earn so much. However, according to our calculation a half-day job would be enough to make ends meet and so today I had an appointment with my senior boss to talk to him about the matter and ask him if it would be possible to reduce my current job by 50%.

During the time I was working now, my daughter was staying with my mother, who also brought a lot of support. My senior boss was 60 years old, tall, chubby but with a handsome figure. Just a real leader. Since I did not know how my boss would react, I was quite nervous and restless. This already started in the morning when I spilled my coffee. Of course, I also dressed up especially today.

Because it was quite hot, it was midsummer, I put on a black and white wrap skirt and a light short-sleeved blouse. A white lace thong and a white lace bra. I did not wear stockings because of the heat. Then I added black slippers. Discreetly made up I was very satisfied with my reflection. I didn't want to look too sexy for such an important conversation. However, the men's world seemed to see it a little bit different because my husband seemed to like what he saw, because he hugged me from behind and grabbed my bosom. Then he kissed my neck and grabbed me between my legs.

"I'd like to eat you up right now," I heard him whisper in my ear. "Let's look after a little brother for our little one tonight," he grinned cheekily while he massaged my wet pussy through my skirt. I turned to him, gave him a long French kiss and said lasciviously: "Very much my darling. I am really in my absolute hot and fertile phase today and it could really work out today". I winked at him and we kissed again passionately. Then we left quite heated up, each of our way in anticipation of what might come in the evening.

Arriving at the shop I noticed quite quickly that the mood was pretty frosty today. My boss ran screaming through the company and spread a bad mood. I was glad that my appointment with him was not to take place until the afternoon. So he still had the whole day to work on his bad mood, which hopefully was better again. But first it comes differently and secondly as one thinks.

When he was raging through all the departments, he ran past my table and directly into his office and shouted: "Mrs. Lutz, we are bringing forward our meeting, please come to my office immediately and make sure that we remain undisturbed. I felt completely different and because of my nervousness I began to shake all over my body. How should I talk to him about my request in this bad mood? I could probably forget the whole thing right away. Shaky I closed the door to my anteroom and locked it so that we could remain undisturbed.

Then I redirected all phone calls to another phone and went to Mr. Bear's office with soft knees. My boss sat behind his office desk and made a gesture suggesting that I should sit on the chair in front of his desk, which I did. Absent-mindedly he started to speak and asked me: "Mrs. Lutz, what can I do for you"? My mouth was dry as dust and I was still completely shaky. "Mr. Bear", I began to speak to him in a husky voice.

"As you know, I have had a small family for a year and I would very much like to spend a little more time with my little daughter. Therefore I have the question whether it would be possible to reduce my working hours"? So, that was it, but I did not feel a bit more relaxed and better, on the contrary. Mr. Bear looked up from his desk and just looked at me for a few seconds. The eye contact felt like an eternity for me and I felt like a rabbit sitting in front of a queue waiting to see what would happen. It was horrible. I couldn't stand his look and looked submissively and fearfully at my lap. "Mrs Lutz", my boss said in a now calm but dominant voice.

"How do you imagine that? You started in my company as a secretary. Shortly thereafter you became a mother. Then you were absent from the company for over a year. Now you are finally back and ask me to reduce your working hours. Do you know that you have cost the company considerably more money than you can imagine? And again he looked at me with a penetrating look and seemed to enjoy that I was sitting in front of him like a pile of misery with my head lowered.

"What percentage reduction did you have in mind," he finally asked me, unnerved. My words came out of my mouth like sand chunks. "I would like to reduce by 50%". "50%," cried Mr. Bear and jumped out of his chair. "How do you imagine that? Who's going to do your work? I would have to hire a new power source to balance out your 50%. It's not that easy". He was now running around the office in a rage. I felt like I was dying. I felt like I had committed a serious crime. What was wrong with him today?

He's had his share of temper tantrums, but this? Meanwhile, thick tears were running down my face and I cried and sobbed: "I just want to spend more time with my baby. But we also need the money that I earn. We are not doing so well financially and we are dependent on my salary. And I've calculated that 50% of the salary should be enough to make ends meet. Please Mr. Bear, I will do everything I can to make this all work out".

I cried terribly now. But he didn't seem to care. Angrily he came stomping straight at me, turned my chair towards him with swing and supported himself with his arms on the backrests left and right and came with his face straight at my face. Nose to nose he shouted at me:

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