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Document Name: “Wendy Goes To Uncle Ned’s Saloon” Ch 1 Document Description: “Wendy Goes To Uncle Ned’s Saloon” “Greg Ask For Time Off” © 25 Oct 2008 Ch 1 His name is Greg Anderson. He is twenty-five years old, stands five foot eleven inches tall and weighs in just a tad under the one hundred forty pound mark on the warehouse scales. His hair, which he keeps neatly trimmed in a military style haircut, is a fairly dark honey blond, his eyes are a deep brown, and he registers as an 01 on the racial scale. Just about everyone that knows him at work calls him “Rump Rider.” It wasn’t just the guys that referred to him as Rump Rider at work either, but all of the women as well, several of whom seemed to have sexually contented smiles on their faces when they did. He had gotten that nick-name several years ago when he had been boinking one of the secretaries over a weekend and she had spread the word, to several of her friend girls, that not only had he fucked the dog-shit out of her during the course of that weekend, but that he had really enjoyed riding her rump. She had ended her gossip fest by saying “that man’s a hell of a rump rider.” Needless to say, office gossip, being what it is, travels faster than a California wildfire being pushed by the Santa Ana Winds in the fall and it hadn’t taken more than a couple of days before everyone at work had started kind of teasing Greg by calling him “Mr. Rump-Rider.” Then after a week or so the ‘Mr.’ part had been dropped and the ‘rump-rider’ part had stuck. Anyway, Greg had been so busy that he hadn’t been able to get out, and go searching for some strange pussy for quite awhile. Shit, had been staying so tied up at work that he hadn’t even been able to call one of the several bitches that he’d been fucking, on a regular basis, to come over so that he could get laid. Because for the past couple of weeks, actually this was the start of the third week, nevertheless, he’d been having to put in a lot of extra overtime because a couple of people at work had quit without giving any notice at all, and he was having to work a lot of overtime to take up the slack. The boss had asked him if he had thought that could handle a lot of extra overtime, by himself, because he was the only single person on the job, and she hadn’t wanted to make it any harder on the married workers, most of whom had young children at home, if he didn’t have to. Anyway, she had put it to him in such a way that it had made it hard to resist and he had quickly said “yes ma’am.” Knowing full well that that would mean that he would be putting in as much as twenty-five to thirty hours of overtime each week, but hey, at thirty-five dollars an hour, time and a half, he hadn’t nearly been about to turn down the chance to make that kind of money or to start complaining about it either. Well, needless to say, over the course of the ensuing two weeks Greg had become, shall we say, “Sexually Restless” by the end of the second week. So far he had been able to do without masturbating to get some sexual relief, but knew that he wasn’t going to be able to hold off from doing that much longer. By the time that Tuesday morning had rolled around Greg had been so horny that he knew it was it was coming down to either jacking off or asking for some time off. So, deciding to give the latter a shot, first, he had gone to the main office to talk to his boss about maybe getting off a little early so that he could get out, and get himself, as he had put it “some sexual relief.” She had chuckled sensually as a really lustful grin had quickly spread across her face. Then she had just instinctively glanced down at his crotch. When she’d seen the imprint of his half hard cock hanging down inside of the left leg of his jeans her eyebrows had arched sensually, and she had quickly glanced back, and forth from his eyes to his cock, making sure that he had seen her looking, at least somewhat approvingly, at his semi-rigid tool. Then she had gotten up from her desk, walked around it, and had strutted her stuff across her office to the door. Greg’s eyes had been glued to her sensually swaying rump as she had slowly crossed the room. He was amazed at the way that she was able to make her well rounded haunches move in a sideways figure eight the way that she was doing and he was thinking that she really seemed to be working that ass of hers really hard, for his viewing pleasure, as she did, saying “not today Greg”, as she had walked over to her office door. Thinking that she was showing him out of her office, his spirit had quickly hit a new low, but then he had been stunned when she had stopped at the door, and had closed it. Not to sure about what was going on right then he had started thinking, “God…” to himself, “don’t tell me that this fucking bitch is gonna fire me for asking for some time off.” Then he had almost fainted dead away, when she had turned around to face him while reaching around behind herself, back behind that tight fucking ass of hers as she did, and had flipping the dead bolt as she said, “I’m not too busy right now” locking the door behind her as she spoke. Then, grinning at him mischievously, while twisting her hips sensually, as she had walked slowly back across the room until she was standing right in front of him… stopping with her, more than ample, breasts about six inches from him, then added “but if you’re up for it I can give you a world class blow-job…” arching her eyebrows seductively, “right now.” Then, without waiting for any sort of reply from him, she had just boldly reached out, grabbing his cock through his jeans with her left hand, muttering “ooh… nice” and had given it a series of nice firm squeezes, moving her hand slowly along its entire length, while staring seductively into his eyes as she added, “just to lighten your load a bit.” He had gotten just a little weak kneed when she had un-snapped his jeans, then he had felt his knees beginning to buckle slightly when she had un-zipped the fly of his jeans, and had quickly tugged them down, almost to his knees, allowing his now nearly completely hard cock to come popping up out of his jeans saying, “maybe this will hold you until Friday Greg” as she had slowly sank to her knees in front of him. “Just think of this as a little bonus” she said, adding “in appreciation for all of the extra work that you’ve been doing for the last two weeks” as her full wet lips had brushed sensually across the throbbing head of his now rock hard, ten and three-quarter inch cock shaft. Her name was Natasha, and Greg had had a real bad case of the hots for a piece of that fine ass of hers every since she had came in from Kentucky, and taken over for Mr. Williams, who was an uncle from her mothers side of the family, when he had retired six months ago. Now he finds himself thinking, “Good God Almighty!” “She’s actually gonna give me a head job!” To Be Continued… ****** OK, so that’s it for this chapter guys. Feel free to pat my pussy and let me know if you enjoyed reading it Boo. ♥ Wendy Author: Wendy Tighttush - Contact Author Publisher: Wendy Tighttush Licensee Name: Wendy Tighttush Reference URL: http://pussypatter.mindsay.com/wendy_goes_to_uncle_neds_saloon_ch_1.mws Copyright: All Rights Reserved Registration Date: 10/27/2008 4:10:01 AM UTC Views: 3753

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