My dad loved me in his own way, but he wasn't a man capable of showing that affection in any of the ways a son most appreciates them. He never told me he loved me. He stopped hugging me after the age of five, insisting thereafter that "men shake hands".
He was born in a different generation and showing emotion didn't come easily for him. Even on his death bed, his face was about as stoic and calm as I'd ever seen it, despite the fact that the cancer ravaging his guts had to be extraordinarily painful even with the large doses of morphine he was allowed to liberally dose himself with. When the end was near and he knew it, he looked at me and nodded slightly and told me he had always been proud of the man I'd grown into. That was it. I had to wait for him to breath for the hug I'd wanted for 30 years.
"I love you too, dad."

He left me the family business. My father hadn't been an educated man, but he still managed to reach up and yank down a nice big slice of the American Dream for himself. An orphan in the rural deep south at age 8, a combatant in Europe during the Second World War at age 14 (having lied about his age to enlist), a jack of all trades working every labor intensive, slave wage job he could get his hands on through the 50's and 60's. He'd finally hit it big with his idea to gather a crew of guys and offer their services cheap as cleaners and refurbishers of rental units (homes, apartments, commercial properties) that deadbeat tenants had trashed. Local landlords and realty agents fed dad a steady stream of business and by the end of the 70's, he found himself not only thriving but expanding as his original crewmates became bosses of their own franchises, paying dad a nice percentage of profits for using the company name.
I'd spent 10 years of my own life working for my dad. Now that I was the boss, the first thing I did was take myself out of the trenches. I was finished with the grunt work. If I never ripped out another urine soaked, shit matted, bed bug infested carpet in my life, or sponged blood, cum stains and who knew what else from walls and ceilings it'd be too soon.
I moved into a little storefront at a stripmall near my house. That way I could be near home and my wife and kids, while also getting away from those same wife and kids for a several blessed hours of peace and quiet 6 days a week. I loved my family, but I needed that "me" time.
My dad never had a secretary. He did it all himself, the man had an eidetic memory in place of a formal education. He remembered every contract, every payment, every person that worked with, for or against him. I wasn't that smart. I needed help. So I let my wife choose the secretary, hoping she wouldn't give me shit over spending all day alone with another woman if she did the choosing. As I expected, she picked someone that she herself considered too ugly to tempt me.
The woman she chose was in her early forties and very obese with reddish-brown hair and thick glasses that made her green eyes look huge. Her name was Kimberly.

Kimberly was great at her job. So much so, that I literally had nothing to do most days. I'd sit at my desk and goof off online, usually right here at Adult Confessions reading stories or planting corn on my farmville on facebook. Most everyday I'd invite Kim to lunch with me. I hated eating alone.
At first she'd decline politely, she seemed a little embarrassed to eat in front of me - picking at her food, when she was clearly hungry. But after a while we became friends and she opened up. I found myself attracted to her despite her outward appearance. She was a genuinely awesome lady to know. It didn't hurt that she had big heavy natural breasts, that looked like ripe melons stuffed down the front of her shirt.
One day on the way back to work from lunch she caught me checking her tits out through the reaerview mirror.
"44dd." She said.
"What's that??" I asked, not quite catching what she'd said.
"My breast size," she told me, smiling. "44dd. In case you were wondering."
I felt a warm flush creep up the back of my neck and settle in my cheeks and forehead. I stammered, trying to play it off. She just laughed and said it was ok.
"They uh, they look nice," I told her.
"Thanks," she replied. "At least one thing about my body isn't totally repulsive."
"You aren't repulsive," I said.
"Nice of you to say so," she sighed. "But I know better."
We drove in silence for a while. Then I heard myself uttering the words before I realized what I was saying or could stop myself.
"I don't suppose I could have a blowjob??"
The second the words were out, my mind seemed to realize what it had done. Oh fuck, I thought... oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck... she's gonna sue my ass off for harassment.
I glanced at her, my mouth a little o ... she was staring at me thoughtfully. I waited to either get laughed at (she'll assume I was joking) or to have my face slapped. Kim didn't do either. She just looked at me a long moment, then nodded slightly.
"Sure. Ok."
I felt myself relax and returned my focus to driving. My heart was racing. It took a few minutes for it to sink in. I asked for a blowjob and she agreed. I was driving back to work, where Kim was going to suck my cock... my panic subsided, my cock started to stiffen. By the time I pulled into a stall in front of the office, I was smiling again.

We left the out to lunch sign in door. If my wife showed up (she hardly ever did) I could always say I walked to lunch, for a little exercise. Kim followed me into the back office and I loosened my collar and undid my pants, sliding them down to my knees before sitting on a small couch my father had bought for his occasional afternoon naps. Kim kicked her heels off and hunkered down on the floor between my knees.
"I like your cock," she told me, taking it in her hand. "It's nice and big and thick. I hate pencil dicks."
"Can I see your tits??" I asked.
She rolled her eyes and smiled. "Yeah. I guess."
She took off her top and unfastened the gargantuan bra holding her boobs in. They were even bigger than I thought, with huge dark areolas and chubby nipples. I could see a fine highway system of veins through the creamy milk white flesh. She pushed her tits together with her hands.
"You like??"
"Oh yeah," I nodded.
Kim slathered her saliva all over my cock and jammed it between her tits, then began tit fucking me - pushing her boobs up and down, keeping pressure on me by pressing the sides of her tits with her hands.
"Oh fuck that feels good." I sighed.
"My pussy's getting wet," she giggled.
After several minutes of the tit fuck, she released my cock and began sucking it. My wife gave better blowjobs, but Kim wasn't bad. In no time I filled her mouth with a wad of my jizz. She swallowed it, then sat beside me on the couch, keeping me hard with a hand while I sucked and kissed her tits.
"Would you fuck me," she asked, "please?? I'm so horny I can barely stand it."
I agreed to. She took the rest of her clothes off and laid on the floor, spreading her legs. I mounted her and slipped my cock deep into her warm, pink shaved pussy. After a few strokes I began slamming it into her, making her tits bounce. She moaned and whimpered, reaching up and pulling at her own hair.
"Call me a whore," she pleaded. "Call me your whore."
I started dirty talking her, calling her a whore and a slut, slapping her leg so hard I left red handprints. It was really turning her on. "Oh...oh..." she gasped. "Fuck me like a whore baby... make me scream!"
"You want to scream??" I asked. "I'll make you fucking scream."
I ordered her to get on all fours and she did. Then I shoved my throbbing cock into her ass and rode her hard and dirty without lube. She groaned and bit her bottom lip as tears rolled down her cheeks. By the time I came, I'd ridden her raw. She lay on her side, spent, wiping tears from her face. I walked over to the little closet-sized bathroom and washed my dick off in the sink.
"That was the best sex I've ever had," she said. I grunted.
"It was fun."
"I think, I have to give my 2 weeks notice though."
I walked back into the room. "Why??"
"Because," she picked herself up and flopped heavily onto the couch, still nude. "If you keep fucking me like that I'm going to fall in love with you. And I've seen your wife and kids. You have a beautiful family. I won't be a part of messing that up."

So two weeks later she quit and I now have a new secretary. My wife was smarter with this one. She chose a gay man.