1. Anger Management


    Date: 10/5/2014, Categories: Hardcore, Author: pobox731, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    Fiction. Authored bypobox731 with contributions fromxtiiineee. "Anger Management" Interior: typical home foyer. Early evening, just after work and before dinner. She arrives home before he does. She is still in her work clothes, sorting through the day's mail. She's wearing a modest blouse, skirt, pantyhose and comfortable heels. He enters, a scowl on his face, and tosses his keys in the bowl beside the door with a little too much enthusiasm. "Careful, sweetheart." she says, lifting an eyebrow. "Why the foul mood?" His face softens a bit. "Damn, I'm glad to be home." he says, taking off his sports jacket. He loosens his tie and undoes the top button of his shirt. "I'm sorry love, it's just work. I'm not ready to talk about it." he answers as he hugs her shoulders and kisses her cheek. "I'm just happy to finally see you. It's been one helluva day." She puts down the mail. "Awww, come sit down, relax and tell me about it. There's still time before dinner. Let's watch a couple of episodes and you can tell mommy all about your day." She kicks off her shoes and moves to the large overstuffed couch in front of the television, sits near one end, and pats the cushion beside her. With a troubled look on his face, he slips off his shoes and joins her, not saying a word. He sits next to her and hands her the remote. Now she's starting to get worried. He never surrenders the remote. The opening credits play and he hasn't said anything. She reclines, resting her head on the arm of the ...
    couch. She puts her feet in his lap and suggests "How about a foot rub sweetie? I could really use it. You always enjoy the way my nylons feel." Without verbally acknowledging she's said anything, he takes one of her feet in his strong hands and begins to work the sole with his thumbs.Hard. Maybe even a little too hard. Not to the point of discomfort, but decidedly more than necessary or normal. He still hasn't said a word, and she's concerned. She hikes her skirt up, watching his eyes. Nothing. She wiggles her butt enough to get her skirt pulled up around her waist. No response. She spreads her knees wide. Still no response. She gives his leg a nudge with her heel to get his attention. As he turns to her, he opens his mouth as if to say something, but does not. "Uhm, ouch? Settle down there cowboy." she says "Talk to me. What's bugging you?" His eyes dart back and forth between her face and her crotch. After a long pause, he blurts out "Fuckin' office politics bullshit. That new engineer. Right out of school, thinks she's got a clue. Her designs couldn't filter coffee. She struts her hot little ass into the Director's office and comes out wiping her chin and suddenly she's got the project lead. And guess who gets to 'tidy up' her shitty work? Such acunt." "Oh sweetie" she says "your work will shine in the end and I'm sure the Director will realize what really happened and it'll turn out okay. You'll see. Let me help you ..." She licks her index finger and teasingly traces a ...
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