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During Karen James quick move to VP marketing for a large financial institution

she had made many enemies, least among them Ms. Brenda Jacobs.  Karen had been

running a close second for the VP slot against Brenda, but had managed to slip

past her by anonymously leaking false information about BJ thru the companies

computer system.  Brenda was never sure where the rumors started but had a very

good idea.

Once Karen had taken her position still fearing Brenda’s superior talent, she

proceeded to “in effect” demote her by making her the department head over a much

smaller department.  This move infuriated Brenda and revenge was all she could

think about.  Months went by before her chance would come, then one day as if a

miracle she was in Karen’s office when Karen had to leave the office quickly and

failed to log off her computer it was the chance BJ had waited for.  She quickly

determined Karen’s password from the careless notes left unprotected on her

messages and then she noticed the “anonymous” memos with Brenda’s name on them.

It had been Karen in fact that had stared the false rumors.  Karen would live to

regret both mistakes.

The company was doing much work with the 3rd world, in a small country, Bariwa,

with much mineral potential. They were working on a financing plan to exploit

these for the good of the country.  BJ finally had her chance to be rid of Karen

forever.  As it turns out the project was in almost absolute control of Karen and

since BJ had access to all her files she could interfere with the project.

Brenda formulated her plan and began putting it into action.

Bariwa was depositing large sum of gold with the company in exchange for cash

which Karen was to invest on behalf of the Bariwanian government.  BJ began

intercepting the transfer requests from Karen and making them herself.  Using

Karen’s ID and password she opened a money market account with her firm and

stared stripping 5% of all transfers Karen requested and depositing it in

“Karens’s” account. Within a month “Karen” had embesseled 3.5 million dollars.

The trap was set….

The following Monday Karen left for Bariwa and BJ left for Western Union.   She

had updated all of Karen’s real computer records with her transaction and booked

a flight from Bariwa to Rio in Karen’s name, conviently one day after Karen’s

scheduled return.  The wire was to the Bariwanian finance minister and outlined

suspicious activity that the sender felt was not in the best interest of Bariwa,

with enough details to point the inquiries in the right direction, signed

“Anonymous”.

Just as planed the minister made inquiries that very day to the company

president’s office and Karen’s “plot” was uncovered.  The company quickly

complied with requests for records in an effort to retain their business.  And

still Karen had no idea the snare was about to be triggered as she visited with

several government officials in Bariwa.  On her final official visit she was to

see the finance minister and arrived in a limo at the capital early in the

morning. She would not have a good day.  She noticed on her way in that security

seemed very tight.  There were four armed guards in the ministers waiting room,

all very large men with frowns on their faces but she did not worry.  When she

went in however two of them followed her and she knew something was wrong.  The

minister was curt and to the point , he dropped a folder in front of her and

asked her to explain, she started to shake her head and repeated softly “no, no

this is not right, no, no”.  At which point the minister waved to the guards and

told Karen she was under arrest.  She then panicked and bolted past one of them

but the other grabbed her long blond hair with such force that she fell backwards

and pounded her back into the floor. The guard dropped to one knee landing it in

her chest with great force, knocking the wind from her.  They then turned her

over cuffed her hands then her ankles, lifted her up by the arms and took her

away screaming that she did not do anything wrong, begging for a chance to

investigate the “errors”.

Bariwa is not well known for its civil rights record, to the extent that if it

did not have great mineral wealth the US government might not look the other way.

 Karen knew she was in deep shit, once in her cell, not only figuratively but

also literally.  The smell was obnoxious, the orders of urine and defication were

thick.  It was all she could do to prevent from gaging and vomiting.  In two days

the trial began and she was required to defend herself, no right to an attourny

here, the evidence was presented Karen tried her best to explain the

discrepancies but she knew it was hopeless.  She begged the court for mercy and

awaited the verdict.  There were three items to be decided, resisting arrest…90

days; embesselment 2 years; she had believed that it would be much worse and 2

years was long but not forever, she was young and could recover, at 29 when

released she almost felt relief.  Then the final count, facing the judge in the

tattered grey prison dress….. 25 years of hard labor for crimes against the

people of Bariwa, her heart sank, she went dizzy and dropped to her knees begging

for mercy again.  The judge simply said to remove the prisoner, and slammed down

the gavel.

Karen was then drug from the room and loaded onto the transport truck alone, she

was in a state of shock and knew that her final destination would not be

pleasent.   Shackled and cuffed she was unloaded from the truck after what seemed

like 5 or 6 hours.  There she was inside the gates of the high security prison

called Jubasa, literal translation “the jungle”.   The prison was built in the

middle of a jungle, there were 400 acres of clear area surrounded by lush dense

rain forest. Here they waist no time in getting prisoners processed, she was

taken to what the guards called orientation immediately.

Karen was told to stand at attention, not to speak or move keeping her eyes

straight ahead.  She heard a door close and heavy steps coming toward her, closer

and closer.  It was the head of the prison who always greeted each prisoner for

orientation.  A tall female brunette smartly dressed in her uniform, which hid

most of her feminine features, spoke to Karen in a soft pleasant voice.

Warden:   “Hello Karen” Karen:         “Hel..” SSMMAACCKK!!!!!!!!! across her

face causing her to nearly pass out. Warden:   “SHUT THE FUCK UP! I will tell you

to speak.  I will tell you when to eat when to sleep or when to breath if I am so

inclined. You may nod your head yes or no if you understand.  ARE WE CLEAR?”

Karen:    Head nodding yes, tears forming in her eyes and breathing deeply her

chest heaving

Warden:   “Let me tell you a little about how we work here. By law you have

become the property of the state, you are no longer considered a person, simply

another asset of the county and as such you have no rights to anything, not even

air if I so choose.  If I were you I would make me, the guards and any guests as

happy as possible.  Because here we do not send memos, WE KICK ASS AND FORGET THE

NAMES! ARE YOU STILL WITH ME, KAREN?”

Karen:    again nodding yes, hoping this was a bad dream.

Warden:   “You own nothing, you are nothing except labor or entertainment which

ever we chose at the moment.”  (Speaking to the guard) “Strip the cunt and take

off the cuffs, please.”

Guard:    “yes madam”

Karen started to rub her wrists..  SSMMAACCKK!!!!!!!!!! again across the face

Warden:   “You are not paying attention.  Stand at attention. That is eyes

forward head back stomach in feet together and…listen closely HANDS AT YOUR

SIDE!  Got it?

Karen nods yes

Warden:   “I think we need to impress upon you the clairity of all our orders

they are simple and not ambigious. Follow them cunt. Do you see the table at the

front of the room? The one with the tall pole on one side?” (KJ nods yes) “I want

you to move your little scrony ass as fast as you can to get that table and roll

it back here and resume your position.  Do you understand?” (KJ nods yes)

“OK…MOVE!”

Karen runs as fast as she can and grabs the table pulling it back as quickly as

possible and placing it in front of her. Then resumes her stance at attention.

Warden:   “Not bad for a fucking cunt.”  Slips the cover off of the table to

reveal a collection of paddles, canes, clamps, suringes, nozzles, bucket of ice

and other items Karen has no idea as to their use.

Karen with heart pounding both from the running and fear is starting to sweat and

breathing still more heavily

     I love going to the doctor.  Not many women do, mind you, but mine is

special.  Every time I go in for an examination, I come out from a treatment!

     It starts out like any other office visit, but then when we get into the

examination room, its a whole other world.  As he sits down at the table, he

tells me to go behind the screen and undress.  I put on the paper gown and come

out from behind the screen and sit on the table.  As he gets up to begin the

exam, I notice an ever increasing bulge in his pants.

     He comes over to me, removes the paper gown and starts to suck my tits.

First he lightly licks the nipples, then he takes them in his mouth and starts

to suck them.  As he sucks my tits I reach over and undo his pants.  I reach in

and take hold of his now rock hard cock.  As I begin to rub his cock, he

reaches down and starts to run a finger up and down my slit.

     Naturally at this point I’m dripping wet and can’t stand it any more.  I

get down off the table and I start to suck on his cock.  First I lightly flick

my tongue around the tip.  Then I start to move down the underside very slowly.

This drives him absolutely wild!  As I get down to his balls, I start to suck

on them while I rub his hard cock.  Just as he is about to explode, he grabs

me, throws me on the table, opens my legs wide to expose my wet steamy cunt,

and rams into me.  Right about now I’m starting to quiver and shake and he

begins to match my rythym.

     He starts to pump faster and harder while at the same time I reach around

and grab his balls.  I grab both his balls and squeeze as hard as I can.  Just

as I squeeze for the third time, he gives one final hard jam and cums.  Mind

you, we both cum good and hard, but we can’t make any noise because of the

other patients.

     But let me tell you…I sure as hell love going to the doctor!

  She stood up.  Her pussy and ass were exposed, and he got even harder.  He

came around the desk and ripped his shirt off and dropped his pants.  She

took her sweaty blouse off and threw it aside.  She sat in the chair, his

legs over the arms of the chair, reclining, with his hard, hot cock sticking

way out. She eased on him, his hot cock sliding easily into her slippery

pussy.

  His tongue probed her mouth and their tongues sucked one another.  She

leaned her head back and he licked the sweat which was pouring from her.

They fell to the floor in mad passion.

  She got on all fours and he mounted her.  He slipped his dick in her

perfect asshole.  She moaned in enjoyment and stuck her ass up higher trying

to coax his cock in deeper.  Once in, she continued to moan and started to

rock up and down.  His hands came round her and grabbed her tits, squeezing

them fully.  He pulled out and they 69′d.

  Her pussy was being penetrated by his tongue and his cock was being suck

dry by her hot, full lips.  She stuck her hands in his ass and felt it

thoroughly. They were in full heat when the phone rang.  She would have

ignored it but her secretary would check on her.  She answered it, and her

secretary told her she had a new appointment in 5 minutes.

  Tim took one final suck of her nipples, thanked her, dressed, and left.

She just laid in the middle of the room, with her legs fully spread apart.

She built up her energy and told her secretary to cancel her next

appointment, no matter what.  She heard her secretary telling her next

client that she had to cancel, and heard the client stomp off in furry, then

she hung up.

  Her secretary walked in to find her buck naked laying on the floor.  Then

Jane remembered that her secretary had a reputation for being a lesbian and

she shut the door behind her.  The secretary, Jill, took all her clothes off

and laid on her boss.  They sucked each other’s tongues.  They fucked and

fucked, sticking their whole hands up each others pussy, playing with their

cunts. After that they each dressed, fully exhausted, and went home.

  Jane went home, dropping all her clothes on the doorstep, and went in.

  Her house was huge, for she was a fine lawyer.  She went upstairs and went

to sleep.

  The next morning she woke.  When she was fully restored, she realized it

was noon.  She was lucky to find it was Saturday, and went downstairs for

breakfast.  After breakfast she went upstairs to dress.

  Once again she put on no underwear, just a tee-shirt and tight jeans.  The

jeans squeezed her pussy tight and her ass was shown completely.

  The door bell rang.  When she answered it, there stood Tim.  Tim was just

wearing jogging shorts and shoes.  She unzipped her jeans and dropped them.

She then proceeded to take off her tee-shirt.  The boys across the street

could see this whole sex act, and they enjoyed it.  She caught a glimpse of

them watching, and smiled to them.  She then spread her legs to the window,

and felt her pussy for the boys.  Then Tim was naked, and they proceeded to

fuck till they both fell into a deep sleep.

  At her office, Jane then began a long, lasting, hot, sexual relationship

in which she never wore skirts in the office again…

  The temperature was at least 100 degrees that day and everyone was hot.

Jane was especially hot because she was dressed in a blouse, skirt, and

stockings. She carried a leather brief case and headed for work.  She lived

alone and slept alone.  When I say alone, I mean ALONE.  No clothes!  Little

did she know that wearing no bra and underwear would be so sensuous and

revealing.  Sweat poured from her every gland and she was thoroughly

satisfied.  When she entered her building she was hit with cold air which

shocked her.  She causally entered the elevator, which was empty.

  It wasn’t until now that she realized her blouse stuck to her, fully

exposing her breasts and nipples which were fully erect.  This excited her

so much, she had to stick her hand down her stockings and feel her wet,

slick, pussy.  The elevator stopped at the fifth floor, even though she was

going to the tenth floor.  A tall, dark haired man walked in, dressed in a

business suit.  He caught glimpse of her sweat-soaked shirt and smiled.

She knew he was becoming hard, and she enjoyed it totally, by licking her

teeth to make it worse.  She then, as it hit the tenth floor, dropped her

briefcase in front of her.  She bent over to pick it up, sticking her ass

way in the air showing it off.

  She felt his hard cock, fully dressed, push against her tight, wet ass.

If the door hadn’t opened, they would have gone further.  She smiled at him

and he smiled back.  Then she exited the elevator.

  Jane walked down the hall to a door which read: “Hosmon & Williams Law.”

She entered, and walked past the reception desk, where the secretary, who

was on the phone, nodded at her.  Jane walked to the other end of the room

and walked into the door on the right.

  Her office was large and beautifully decorated.  She wiped her forehead

and went to the desk.  She put the briefcase on the desk, opened it up and

sat, back, enjoying and air conditioning.

  Then an idea came to her head and she leapt up.  She undid her belt and

dropped her skirt, took off her panties, stockings and shoes, and sat down,

with only a blouse on, which was soaked to the nipple.  She took out her

papers, and started to write when her phone rung.

  “A Mr. T. Smith is here to see you.  May he enter?”

  She had to think for a second, looking at her bare pussy.  Tim was a very

sexy man, who worked out and had light blond hair.

  “Send him in…”

  He entered the room, but she rose minimally to greet him.  He smiled when

he saw her nipples.  They started to work on his case.  It was a small, home

dispute with his neighbor about him smashing the back end of a car.  They

worked for a half hour before it happened.

  Jane reached across the desk for a pencil, while at the same time,

unknowingly, Tim reached for one.  Their hands touched.  A magic spark flew.

They looked into one another’s eye.

     I love sex in every way, shape, and form. But what I really

dig best is getting laid or sucked off when there’s a chance of 

getting caught or being seen. That’s when my dick is at its  

hardest and my load is at its sweetest.  

     I’m an assistance manager at a local bank and one of our  

tellers feels the same way I do. I’ll call her Joan so her  

husband doesn’t find out. Joannie is tall and very attractive  

with long slim legs and firm pointy breasts.  

     Last Friday, Joan was servicing the customers at the 

drive-in window when she had to go to the ladies’ room. I was the

only other person in the bank so I took her place. An older woman

had just pulled up when I felt a hand slide between my legs and

grab my cock. It stiffened immediately.  

     “I want to suck you so bad,” she moaned in my ear.  

     Joan slid my cock around in my pants while I counted out the

old lady’s money. I was getting wetter and hornier by the 

minute, and the instant the car drove away, I pushed Joannie to 

her knees in front of me. We both fumbled with my zipper, and she

groaned as my steaming hot dick fell out. The shaft was hard as a

rock, and the swollen head was moist with pre-cum.              

     “I love your cock,” Joan sighed as she wiped the tip all  

over her face, leaving white sticky traces.  

     I watched as she pulled back the foreskin, exposing the  

swollen purple head. Her pick tongue flicked in and out of her  

hot mouth, sending sparks up and down my spine as she caressed  

and teased the rigid flesh.  

     I jerked my hips forward, trying to get my cock in her warm

mouth, but she pulled away.  

     “Not yet,” she said. Her hands grasped my balls and began  

pulling as her tongue jumped along the swollen shaft. Joannie  

kept licking and kissing my dick until I thought I was going to 

die.  

     Suddenly I heard a car horn. Parked in front of the teller 

window was a sharp looking blonde, who was not over 18, in a  

short skirt.  

     That was the moment that Joannie clamped her mouth over the

head of my big dick and started sucking REAL hard!!  

     “You OK?” asked the blonde, giving me a beautiful smile.  

     I couldn’t believe what was going on. I was getting my hot 

meat eaten inches away from a girl who didn’t know what the hell

was going on.  

     “Yeah,” I stammered, trying to count the money right. Who  

wouldn’t be OK?  

     Joan was sliding my cock in and out of her hungry mouth, and

it was drenched with saliva. It isn’t easy counting while some-

one is chewing on your dick, and it took me three times before I

got it right.  

     Joan would run her tongue around the wet tip and then engulf

the staff, ramming it down her throat until I though I would grab

her. I’ve had blow jobs from Joannie before, but today she was at

her best.  

     Joan’s breathing was getting heavier and louder as she  

swallowed my prick, and I knew that she was going to get a load 

real soon.  

     “So where’s my money?” asked the teenage blonde.  

     Just as I passed the cash out, the girl shifted her legs  

giving me a great view of her pink pussy. She wasn’t wearing any  

undergarments.  

     That did it. With a moan from me, my 9 1/2″ dick started to

shot load after load. Joan felt it, because she began pumping my

shaft harder and sucking on the head like a vacuum cleaner.  

     Looking down, I watched her mouth slide up and down the cum-

stained shaft as she swallowed my load. Every drop went down that

eager throat as she slurped and sucked every last drop.  

     The blonde was staring at me real funny , but my attention 

was on Joan as she continued to lick until every tongue flick was

painful.  

     “Tell your friend I hope it was tasty,” the blonde said  

before driving away.  

     “That was the biggest load you’ve ever shot,” Joan said,  

giving the tip one last lick before tucking it back into my  

pants.  

     We had to go back to our regular jobs after that, but when 

work was finished, I spread Joannie out on the back seat of my  

car and ate her pussy until she begged me to shop.  

     So, the next time you go to a bank drive-in window, you  

might know why the teller is smiling.                        

Then he removes my undies (until now still modestly covering me) and starts

running his hands up and down my inside thighs, again avoiding the centre of

sensation. I start moaning — the suspenseful sensation is taking over my senses,

and my whole being contracts to the spots being teased and touched by his

fingers. Any time I try to move my thighs towards his fingers, he stops, until I

realise what he is about and desperately try to control my trembling urging and

listing and attempt to hold still. For another few eternities he teases and

torments, then with a whispered “Good Girl”, he runs the tips of his fingers over

my clit and along the slit, briefly outlining the labia and sparking the nerves

into unsettled activity, eliciting a loud groan from my tensed throat. Then he

stops again.

I am turned around and laid back on the keyboard of the computer. My hair is

loosened slightly, so my head lies straight, but I am still unable to see

anything below my neckline. My legs are around his middle, as he sits back on his

computer chair and contemplates my position and his assignment.

“Please — touch me” I beg, my skin acutely aware that the most minimal caress

will be more erotic now than many more carnal handlings later.

He shifts in his chair, his hands engaged in cryptic activities, his breathing

controlled and yet as charged as mine.

Then something starts moving over my skin. It’s cool, small — I feel like it is

leaving a trail of sparks behind as again my synapses start firing in response to

the sensation. It glides and rolls over my breasts, pressing moderately on my

nipples and standing them upright and quivering. Slowly it tracks over my

stomach, nestling briefly in my navel before continuing its journey south. I

raise my hips to meet it, wild with a frenzied need to identify the intruder. He

laughs low, amused by my distress and need. The object slides smoothly into the

fold between the thighs and the pudendum, tracks down each valley, rolls across

the bottom and up past the cleft to the top, where it rotates around the clit

like some tiny moon. My entire body undulates in response to its movements, my

moans becoming more and more frenetic. Finally, the enigma slides across my clit,

followed closely by his tongue and teeth as he stimulates me to close to the edge

– then stops again.

I cry out at the sudden loss of sensation, then lose my breath as my nipples are

touched, held, taken, pinched, and pulled. The change in intensity confuses me,

and my body arches in pain-and-pleasure and total overload. By my nipples I am

pulled upright, my head still tilted back and held immobile. He kisses me once,

brutally, tongue probing deeply, teeth clashing and lips bruising mine. I am

turned, his hands swapping to hold my nipples firmly as he seats himself then

lowers me down onto his lap. His hard-as-nails cock which fills me utterly, and I

almost come as I attempt to impale myself completely upon it. His adjustable

chair sinks under the combination of both our weights. With one arm across my

hips and left breast he forbids me to move, while his other hand creeps down and

starts gently rubbing and circling and inflaming my clitoris and driving the

tingles of orgasm through my body. I  cannot contain myself — I scream with the

complete overload of my senses and the spasms of my body force me up and down a

little on his cock, the friction adding to the charges bouncing back and forwards

through my body.

As I come down, his fingers trace around my mouth and the taste of me on my lips

augments the endnote as my vagina spasms around his cock for one last thrill. He

is still hard, still ready, and still inside me, and he brushes his palms in

front of my breasts and teases their tips.

Then he leans over to the computer, still holding me on his lap. On the desk, I

see a mouse-ball — the enigma from before. He touches a few buttons, then leans

back and puts his hands in front of me again; the merest touch on my nipples a

twinge so intense I gasp.

I raise to follow the sensation, and the chair raises with the loss of weight –

but not far enough. I realise I am about to lose him from inside me, and stop –

but I’ve lost the touch on my breasts. My head is still held high, and in the

vexing seeing-and-not-seeing is another sense gone crazy. And in the background I

can hear another woman screaming. In a less-confused quarter of my mind, I

realise it’s me — he’s been recording me. Somehow the fact merely arouses me

more, and I am closer again to orgasm than I thought a body could be without

actually being there. The other screams stop, he presses a key, and I know he’s

recording me again. And instead of silencing me, the knowledge makes me helpless

to stop myself — my groans are more liberated (and louder) than they were

before.

Without him needing to do more than hold his palms just in front of my breasts, I

am driven into a rhythm of raising and lowering, seeking the animation of the

nerves at alternate ends as my nipples pursue the palms and my genitalia ride his

pistonning lap, courtesy of the pneumatic height-adjusting chair. In my

frustration, my groans rise rapidly to a succession of cries from the depths of

my soul, and faster than I thought possible, I am brought to another seismic

orgasm.

In sweaty fulfilment I lean back against him. “You haven’t come yet, have you?” I

ask.

“Not yet — you still have some work to do.” He lifts me up from his lap, the

chair rising one last time with an exhausted sigh. He loosens my hair, but keeps

my arms bound. I am pushed forwards, my front over the desk as he drives into me

from behind, pulling me back onto him in a rhythm both faster and harder than any

other used tonight. The change, and the pressure on my thighs, and the strength

of his need send me over the edge for one last, monstrous orgasm that coincides

with his own cries as we come together. He loosens my arms, and rests on top of

me, holding me. Gently, he bites my shoulder.

“Bravo” he says.

“Encore!” I whisper.

He runs his hands through my hair, delineating the backs of my ears and the line

of my jaw. The jeans fall to the floor and I pull them away from his feet, as his

knees relax him into the chair, and he starts reaching for my breasts.

My hands start tracking towards him. “Oh no you don’t” he commands, and lifts my

whole body by my upper arms to a standing position, my mouth losing contact with

his cock. He holds me in front of him, leans me closer, kisses me with fire then

grabs my bottom lip with his teeth. His hands slide down my arms to my wrists,

which are suddenly held behind me by just one hand. He’s strong — I could escape

but I won’t. Can’t. Don’t. The teeth in my lip press harder, the sensation and

the association of the imprisoned arms sending signals my Pavlovian response is

helpless before. I moan as the endorphins start to take, losing track of what

he’s doing.

He’d taken the belt from the jeans as he lowered them, and it’s now being

fastened around my arms, restricting my arms and holding them behind me. He

releases my lip, looks at me with craving, lechery, desire… “Now go back to

what you were doing”, he decrees. I obey, gladly, dropping to my knees in front

of him and taking his manhood once more into my mouth.

I feel inspired, inflamed, inebriated by the changes in his body. His breathing

starts to catch as I apply my lips up and down the sides of his cock, then around

the top, brushing it as if with one long, absorbing kiss. Running my tongue

around the base, I start to trace the lines on the scrotum, then gently take each

ball in my mouth and let my tongue play with it as I savour the taste of him. My

tongue draws a thin line right under the sac, as he slumps in his chair and

abandons himself to the feeling. My nose precedes the mouth back to the cock, and

I then lick from bottom to top, finally taking the whole in my mouth and staring

the longed-for in-and-out motion he so desires.

I have to concentrate on not overbalancing without the use of my hands when his

hands gently come to land on the back of my head and urge me in a faster and more

intense rhythm. His groin raises to meet me, and he starts uttering small moans,

almost inaudible yet as clear to me as a summons to further action. I relax my

throat, and gradually work his thickness down as far as I can, as his groans

metamorphose into higher, almost distressed cries and he compels me deeper,

farther and faster. His cock becomes solid and utterly erect, and his whole lower

body is climbing to meet me — when he removes my head with an unintelligible

entreaty and slumps to the chair, sweating, panting, not yet satisfied.

“Not yet”, he gasps, then takes better control of himself. “Not yet”, he repeats,

“We have a long way to go tonight.”

He leads me back to his office, and stands me in front of his computer, facing

the screen. He then sits in his chair behind me, and starts running his hands up

and down the sides of my body. Gradually, his hands start edging around to the

front, where my breasts stand cocked and tender. Deliberately llingering, he

slides his hands up and around the edges of the breasts, then towards but not

quite to the nipples. The palms of his hands brush oh-so-lightly across the

nipples, and I lean into the sensation, seeking a more certain touch.

“Naughty!” he declares. “I’ll have to teach you to behave.”

He takes my plait, which hangs down my back to below waist level, and wraps it

around my wrists, fastening the end inside the belt. My head is tilted upwards,

unable to move or see what he is doing. One hand seems to be at the computer,

while the other roams randomly around my front, with no set purpose or

destination in mind — or are both hands there? I can’t tell — my traitorous

body is losing its ability to tell individual touches in the surge of stimulation

being provided.

“You still here? It’s after 6.” I dump my bag beside his desk, kiss the top of

his head and lean over his shoulder to check out the screen. Log files and

newsgroups — nothing he couldn’t have finished with three hours before.

“Yeah — well — there was something I needed to deal with.” He doesn’t even look

up, but continues scrolling through the latest figures. “Were we going anywhere

tonight?”

I can tell by the attitude that he has no intention of moving for a while yet.

Fine. Something needs to happen. So I make it happen. “Are we the last ones left

in here?”

“Yeah”

Right.

Shoes. <Thud thud>

Shirt <rustle>

Jeans <swoosh>

Bra — onto the keyboard in front of him <tinkle> (underwired). He finally looks

up, notices what state I’m in.

“Oh. Staying a while, are we?”

“What exactly did you have in mind?”

“That’s up to you, isn’t it? I mean, you’re the one with the ever-so-important

work.” It’s really hard to keep the voice to irony-level. “Got anything

interesting off the newsgroups?”

“Just the Tommy Lee and Pamela vids.” He leads me out to the reception area,

where a high-edged desk faces the glass front, protecting the occupant from

ill-timed glances. There, under cover of the desk, he fires up the PC and loads

those videos.

And watches. And watches. And watches. Hmmm — not funny any more. “So, do you

like what she’s doing to him?”

“Oh, it looks all right.”

“Would you like me to do that to you?” And I go down to my knees and undo his

jeans. His cock, half erect already, is trying to escape the boxer shorts, so the

least I can do is encourage it with my lips. And tongue. And I gently send the

tip of that same tongue all along the bottom of it, tracing the ridge from the

base past the coarse hairs to the tip, and start coaxing a response by licking

small tender licks around the head as it rears and presents itself for further

action.

They had been working on the system for twenty-one straight

hours now.   It was finally up and running; their client, a

large banking law firm, wanted the in-house system plugged into

a banking information network and a huge legal database.  The

conversion had taken over four hundred thousand dollars worth

of hardware and software, in addition to three weeks of work,

and in the end Ryan thought that it would have been simpler

just to order every single piece of shit in the IBM catalog

that would fit inside the cabinet and load it onboard.

  And now the computer was getting ready to entangle itself

into an international 24-hour database.  The Brain would never

shut off again; now, it was going through a self-test,

getting ready to read market data, scan the newspapers, and

watch the local trouble spots in locations around the

world where the firm had clients.  Its huge main monitor

was split into sixteen screens, one screen for each

communication controller operating in the building. Ryan

was trying to give each of them in turn something

approaching his immediate and undivided attention.

  He was having trouble concentrating, however.  His

software engineer, Kelly, was a sweet young thing just

out of MIT…young, blonde, beautiful, and brilliant.

She showed a decided preference for working in sweats,

and since the machine room was cooled to 68 Fahrenheit,

sweats were comfortable.  But while she and Ryan

were hooking up the cabling on a replacement unit, and

now again as they crowded in front of the monitor to

watch The Brain do its sitting-up exercises, they had

been working in close quarters.   And Ryan had found himself

meditatively studying the curves of her beautiful, firm

ass underneath her crimson sweatpants.  Wondering what it

would be like to nibble on her neck, near her hairline,

with her on all fours…

  With an effort, Ryan snapped out of this pleasant fantasy.

The console beeped, signalling the end of the self-test.

  “Is it ready to connect now?” asked Kelly.

  Oh boy, he thought, is it ever.  He was so hard that he

was positively throbbing, and he knew that he would

have to find some kind of relief soon.  Just go off in

a corner and jerk off two or three times.

  “Well, let’s give it a try,” he said, struggling to control

his voice.   He punched the key sequence, and The Brain

started activating its connections.  Lights danced on

the modem consoles.  Satellite linkups moved into place.

  “Jesus, I think it works!” breathed Kelly.  “I think it’s

really running!”

  “I’ve got my fingers crossed.”

  An error code flashed on one of the low screens.  “Oh, shit,”

muttered Kelly.  “Hand me the green manual, would you?”

  Ryan looked around, hoping against hope that he would

see the green-cover book somewhere within his reach.  To his

dismay, he found it: it was on a utility shelf about four

feet over.

  He stood with as much dignity as he could muster, but

his stiff seven inches were standing at attention inside

his grey flannels.  He retrieved the green manual, and walked

gingerly back to Kelly’s desk, willing her not to look up

at him.

  To no avail.  She looked up at him; her eyes widened, and

she gave a little gasp, as she saw the evidence of Ryan’s

arousal (and the source of his embarassment).  Then she

quickly looked around to see if anyone else might have

come into the machine room (they hadn’t), and gripped

Ryan’s cock firmly, through his pants.

  “You’ve been watching me tonight,” she said matter-of-

factly.

  What could he say?  “Yes.”

  “And thinking dirty thoughts about me.”

  “Yes.”

  She smiled, unzipped his fly, and cupped his hot, swollen

balls in her cool hand.  “Are you lonely, Ryan?” she asked.

  Ryan was now concentrating very hard to keep from spraying

hot come all over her MIT sweatshirt.   “Yes,” he half-

exhaled, half-moaned.

  She rubbed the tip of his throbbing organ gently over her face,

and suddenly gave a little shudder.  “Oh, God,” she said.

  “This is for me.  My boyfriend’s been away for MONTHS!

I need a man.  I need to be fucked.  I need you, Ryan.  Now.”

  She wriggled out of her sweatpants, exposing a gleaming,

moist patch of blond pubic hair; she stood, and kissed Ryan

deeply while fumbling with his belt.  Ryan picked her up, and

sat her magnificent ass down on the table next to the system

console.  He entered her still standing, and she locked her

long legs behind his back to support him as he thrusted

into her warm and welcoming wetness.

  Her cunt was firm and tight and muscular, and her scent was

intoxicating.  At the apex of each thrust, Kelly gripped Ryan

with her vaginal muscles and pulled him in tighter with her

legs.  “Your cock was made for me, baby.  Give it all to me.

Give me everything you got.”

  They moved together in the simplest and most primitive rhythms.

His breaths were coming short and sharp now, and he tried

to fuck Kelly as hard as she was thrusting back.  She could

feel him swelling even bigger inside of her.  “Coming,” he

gasped.  “Oh, God, come with me.”

  Her eyes became very, very wide as she felt him swelling.

Her lips parted, and she felt like she was drifting weightlessly–

that the only two things in the universe were her tight young

pussy and his engorged cock.  And they were moving together

faster and faster, and it was getting bigger, and she knew

that soon the spasm would come.

  Ryan exploded inside her, in a hot, blinding

flash, like a supernova.  Her muscles jerked rhythmically,

uncontrollably, over and over again as her orgasm washed over

her in blissful waves.

  When they had rested a moment, and recovered their wind, they

glanced up at The Brain.  Its lights danced merrily; it was

storing up and analyzing all the financial data on Southeast Asia

since the dawn of recorded history, just because it wanted to

and there was nothing else for it to do before the London

stock exchange opened.

  “We should test it before we allow it to hook in this morning,”

Ryan said gently.

  “The machine,” Kelly replied firmly, “can take care of itself.

You can take care of me.”

  He then in turn, gave her his immediate and undivided attention.

Why did my blind date want me to meet him at Camelot?  18th and M?  He

said lunch, but that’s a GO-GO place.  They serve food, too?  He said

not to be late, or I’d miss the show.  Oh, well.  Here it is.  Hmmmmmm.

Nice neighborhood.  Nice place.

The sign says auditions!  Oh, so that’s it.  Auditions for dancers.  Was

I supposed to try out?  No way, Jose!  My shape isn’t going to get me on

stage!  I see somebody waiting outside … I approach him … correctly

guessing this is my date.

We go inside, and he whispers something to the Hostess.  She looks me

over and nods.  Then we follow her to a table.  She takes our order for

burgers and cokes.  When she comes back, she gives me a 3×5 card with

the number 6 written on it.  “Number 4″ a voice announces over the

microphone.

A young girl gets up from the table next to me, and gets on stage.  She

is dressed in street clothes.  She is nervous.  The music starts.  She

is getting undressed!  Oooooo.  Auditions.  But she is not very good.  I

can do better than that.  She gets down to bra and panties, and she is

shaking.  Real nervous.  She takes her bra off, but can’t drop her arms

to show her tits.  The music stops and she grabs her clothes.  My date

is the only one that applauds her.  Nice of him.

“Number 5.”  That’s quick!  And I’m number 6?  My heart starts to pound.

This time I watch the next girl real close.  She is obviously a pro from

another bar.  Her moves are quick and sure.  My date takes my hand and

whispers. “You don’t have to go if you don’t want to.  But I want to see

you naked.”  I look at him, and he has the most eager smile.  How could

I turn him down?  The girl finishes her act to lots of applause.  She

sure did swing her pussy and ass around a lot.  Is that what they want?

“Number 6.”  I get on stage and look around.  Small audience.  As I

unbutton my blouse, I watch him.  He is nodding and smiling to give me

support.  Next my skirt.  Oh shit.  Pantyhose.  Why didn’t he tell me?

I fake it by slithering around on my back.  To save time, I pull my

panties off at the same time.  My bare pussy is pointing right at him.

When my bra is off, I toss it to him.  I know the song, and there is

lots of time left.

The cheers are pretty loud for such a small crowd.  I love it.  My date

has his face within reach.  I kiss him, then swing around and, on hands

and knees, shove my ass in his face.  He grabs my ass cheeks to hold me.

He sticks his tongue inside my pussy.  Ooooooo.  I flip over and bring

my knees way back.  He leans over and starts licking my clit.  And he

sticks a finger deep inside my pussy.  The cheering is tremendous.

“Lock the Doors.”  I hear someone say.

He stands up and opens his pants.  His cock looks beautiful.  But I

don’t get to see it for long.  He climbs up with me and over me on his

hands and knees.  His legs push mine apart.  His lips start sucking on

my tits.  Then, he kisses me thoroughly on the mouth.  I feel his cock

push deep inside me.  The crowd is wild. “Go! Go! GO! GO! GO!”  They

are shouting, as our hips push and buck and fuck.  The music is very

loud in my ears, and I start my orgasm just as the music hits its peak.

I feel his hot cum spurt inside me at the same time.  The music stops.

The cheering and foot stomping is deafening.

Somebody — the manager? — comes over and squeezes my tits.  And he

says, “You’re hired.  How much do you want for three acts like that per

night?”

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