My boss at work, Albert Alexandrovich, at his forty-something, was actually quite a good person. Always courteous, attentive and most importantly not greedy like some employers.
The latter quality was especially important, because everything related to finance and salary depended solely on it.
Of course, to have a generous “owner” in a thriving company is very nice, but on the way to “higher” wages, we had a small obstacle that not everyone could and did not want to overcome.

The peculiarity of our "friendly" team was that it consisted of three-quarters ... surely, young women, mostly from 25 to 35 years old. Just do not think that we had a sort of “harem” of Albert Alexandrovich, as it happens in some firms, when the lustful boss “renames” all his subordinate women, no, not at all, nobody forced anyone into “professional sex” wages depended heavily, as if to put it more correctly, on the “status” of the lady working for us. Behind the scenes it was called to be “entered in the register”, and what this “registration” actually was, I will tell you soon.

It is no secret that almost all rich people, as a rule, often have some kind of fad or as they say "bzik". One collects weapons, another paintings or coins, and our Albert Aleksandrovich was a passionate admirer, I beg your pardon ... female ass.
No, it was not at all necessary for our ladies to give the ass to the concubine; it was only necessary to “insert” your anus once.
One time to suffer a few minutes and the salary immediately unofficially increased at least one and a half times, but even that was not all - the “registered” ladies were never dismissed without a good reason, and if they were dismissed, then with very decent benefits. The truth, as the participants of the procedure said, still took photographs of the “piquant” collection unit, but without a visible face, so this was irrelevant.

You say, isn't it coercion, not blackmail? No, because the salary of “unregistered” women workers was still higher than the average in such areas. (Erotic stories) I’m saying that Albert Aleksandrovich was a decent person and they haven’t violated the established rules of the game for several years. There were no restrictions or any discrimination in size, shape or age of the female buttocks - any female employee could “register” in the collection. One had only to decide and make a wish.

I worked for Albert (we called him so among ourselves) for the second year and basically was happy with everything, but my salary was not big, since you already understood that Albert Alexandrovich had not yet taken photos of my “loin” part of the body . In fairness it should be noted that these women were almost half of the team, because I repeat, no one forced, and of course everyone wanted to increase and improve conditions. And in my 26 years, having a family, a husband, I also very much wanted ... Having received such an increase, it would be possible to have a child, which we couldn’t decide yet to start. I didn’t want to do it on my own, in secret, as many of us did, and I nevertheless decided to talk seriously about this topic with my husband.

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Before that, I had never told my Lesha about interesting “nuances” of my work, because I knew that he, even with a beggarly wage in his institute, would begin to reinsure himself and make me leave me out of harm's way. After all, he loves me so much, his "pussy-toffee".
Love is wonderful, of course, but life stubbornly prompted me that somehow it was time to connect, in addition to the head and hands, another part of the body, which until now had only served as a shock absorber on a chair, to solve everyday problems.

At work on this topic, none of the women had ever been particularly aware, and in order to clarify the “details”, I had previously consulted with Marinka, with whom we more or less closely communicated and which had already been in the “privileged” ranks for half a year.
During the break, I pulled her to the cafe.

- “So you decided Irka? Well, right, so long ago. Just think of it once, the women will not lose anything from us, but then what a “bonus” is, hoo. - quickly and quietly chattering a friend holding in her hand a cup of coffee and cake in another, which I had to "fork out."

“Marin, does this ... hurt? I have never tried there. I don’t even allow Leshka. ”I was worried about this question no less than the upcoming conversation with my husband.

- "Yes, she ... first a little, and then ..." - Marina leaned closer - "... I even" finished. " Imagine Il, you can still get pleasure. The main thing is not to strain and that's all. "

Her backside was clearly about the size of my rounder, but then I didn’t pay much attention to this, due to inexperience considering that the inner “caliber” of all the ladies is about the same. Who is the sixteenth, who is the twelfth ...
Now it was necessary to settle the issue with her husband and convince him that this would not be a betrayal at all, but only a “production necessity”.

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In the evening after dinner, I took Leshka to the bedroom and first of all I humored my husband to relax and put him to vigilance, trying to do it as best as possible. Then she made coffee and called at the table.
Reddened and happy, he seemed “ripe” for the conversation that determined our well-being.

- “Lesh ... you know, I can get a big salary increase and many girls have already received it, but the fact is ...” - and I told him the crux of the matter.

- "Yes, I bastard him! ... the very f ** pu!" - Adam's apple on his skinny neck walked.

- “Well wait Leshenka, calm down. Understand, once and we can have a baby, you know? And the place that I substitute to you, no one will touch. Well, poking a couple of times in the ass ... it's not cheating. And I promise that at this time I will close my eyes and think only of you dear. "- Aleksey let off steam and sort of began to calm down.
"Rambo you are my homegrown" - I thought with tenderness- "Loves me, how excited I was."

- “We have many husbands allowed wives ... once in the ass and none of this tragedy does, everyone is happy now and forgot about it for a long time. And instead of helping me, you arrange scenes like a boy. "- I lied to go on the offensive, and even began to shame my husband.

“Drink some vodka, it will help you relax.” - Leshka knocked over a piled pile and lit a cigarette without biting.

- “Irunchik, and where is the guarantee that your“ anal millionaire collector ”does not miss and does not get his crooked“ pod ”in our fluffy place of love with you, eh? Does he even have good eyesight? Pour more Irisha ... "- now it was impossible to feel sorry for the" cartridges "and I quickly filled the pile again.
After drinking the second one, the husband lit the next cigarette, paused for a bit and said:

- “But all the same it is necessary to take measures in order not to become“ horned ”by chance. When do you need to do this tomorrow? ”

- "Well, the sooner the better," chick-chik ", I do not have time to blink an eye. After all, you need to be jealous only to the main hole, and the rest are not considered, right? Let's go to sleep."

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In the morning, Leshenka and I got up early to discuss the issue of raising my salary. We always go out with our loved ones together, and there was still enough time for preparation.

- “We must still be safe from the“ accidental hit ”, Irishenka. Go to bed and raise your legs, and I will give you a little protection from this ”- not knowing what my caring husband had invented, I sat down, leaned back and opened my legs.

- “Oh Leshka, well, ticklish! But what are you doing there? ”- he sat between them on a ottoman opposite the uncut, lush“ bush ”and fingered his hair growing around my“ front door ”, producing some kind of complex“ scientific ”, but not visible to me manipulations. At the same time grumbling grumbled:

- “I have never been allowed to go there, but this old goat ...”

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