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 Service With A Smile Ch.  06WARNING:The following story is for the
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* So far: Mr.  Marcus's wife, Harriett, arranged for a local girl, Inga, to
perform a ministry once a week while she's away.  Despite the fact that
Inga's mother, Dr.  Stephanie Crumholtz, demanded Mr.  Marcus keep his
hands off her daughter, he's had some very close calls, including a
chemical shower in the nude.  But the ministry was over, and Mr.  Marcus
could breathe a sigh of relief.  No more Inga to tease or torture him with
an unobtainable goal.  In your dreams...* * * * * * * * * * Revenge of the
NieceThe fireman dropped me off, still in the once-piece jumpsuit. 
Somewhere, my rolled-over coupe contaminated with biological waste was
sitting, awaiting damage assessment.  And lovely Inga's health was being
verified by some lucky doctor who wasn't constrained in how and where he
touched her.  "Return the jumpsuit at your convenience," said the
driver.Harriett came shuffling in from the kitchen as I came through the
front door.  Her expression was the usual displeased."Where have you been?"
she asked.  "I told you to come straight back after dropping off Inga.  I
need to talk to you."Harriett must have been blind.  No 'Why are you
wearing that?' No questions about me.  Only her issue.  "I ran off the
road, wrecked the car, and got dunked in some hazardous waste.  Thank you
for asking."Harriett paused for a moment before replying.  "Just remember,
if you have to replace that sports coupe of yours, no two seater.  Now,
come into the kitchen and sit down."I was pissed at her lack of concern,
plus her continued resistance to a two-seat sports car, but intrigued about
the burning issue that had to take precedence over everything else.  I
pulled up a chair and crossed my legs.  The jumpsuit material was stiff and
scratchy.  "So what's up?"Harriett sat down, knees tight and leaned
forward, as if about to spill a secret.  "My boss touched me.  Sexually."
Her hand covered her mouth as the final word escaped her lips.Her manager
Ed touched Harriett?  "I always knew that guy was no good.  Ever since I
caught you two hugging-" I stopped, deciding not to remind her of the
episode where I fucked Ed's daughter Erica, with mutual consent of both Ed
and Harriett.  And of course Erica, who engineered the whole thing."As
usual, you've got it all wrong." Harriett's face got redder.  "Ed was
transferred when the company got bought."I didn't remember knowing that. 
My expression of cluelessness must have been evident.  I got a diet soda
from the fridge and sat back down."I told you before," Harriett lectured.
"Chattanooga Consulting bought out my company.  Ed was laid off.  He moved
his family down to Florida."Not that I was anxious for a rematch, but Ed's
relocation put Erica well beyond casual reach.  "So who's your boss
now?""Ryan Black."I pulled the pop tab.  "No problem.  Just file a sexual
harassment grievance with Personnel and they'll take care of the shmuck."
The fizzy liquid was cold and soothing down my throat.Harriett's voice went
back to stealth volume.  "Ryan doesn't have a - shmuck.  Ryan is a
woman."Carbonation shot up my nose.  I grabbed for a napkin to catch the
wrong-way flow.  Harriett's new boss, a woman, came on to her? 
"Damn!""Can't you drink soda without making a mess?" She returned to her
topic.  "Ryan fondled my breast in the elevator, and put her hand between
my legs during a strategy session."That was more action than I'd gotten
from Harriett in years.  "You can still file a grievance."Harriett shook
her head.  "Ryan's been with the company forever.  Maybe since the
beginning.  No one would ever take my word over hers.  They only kept me
because I've shown great results with my clients.  The company is still
downsizing.  If I make a fuss, I'll be terminated.  Ryan has
power."Harriet's salary was making a significant contribution to our
retirement nest egg.  We needed that money, since all of my schemes to cash
in big had fallen apart.  All sexual inventions.  Definitely a pattern to
my thought processes."Maybe you could talk with her," she said."Me?" What
would I say?  'Harriett isn't sexual.  Believe me, I know.' ?"Yes.  Tell
her I can't - I won't do those things.  I barely -"Harriett stopped.  She
barely what?  We hadn't had sex in a long time.  Years.  Had she and Ed
been doing things on their joint trips?  I didn't want to know.  Hell, I
may have driven them together, after they urged, almost demanded, I fuck
his daughter Erica.Harriett continued, "Ryan and I are meeting clients in
Nashville this weekend.  Immediate family members have been invited for a
stay-over.  Please.  Come down and have a word with Ryan."I let my head
hang, as if it was a difficult decision.  Inside, I was composing my plea
to Ryan.  'Harriett wants hands off, by men and women.' 'Don't waste your
efforts on an ice cube.' 'Take it from me, there's no satisfaction to be
had, so don't try.' "All right, if it means that much to you.""Good." For
the first time in a long time, Harriett smiled.  "I'll make reservations
for this Thursday, so you can sightsee."I stood.  Harriett jumped from her
chair and made a move that looked like she was going to hug me.  She froze
in mid arm opening, turned and walked like a zombie from the room.-----The
next day I was back at work.  I used Harriett's SUV to drive in.  There had
been insufficient time for my insurance company to assess the damages on my
coupe.  I prayed that they'd call it totaled, because a car with that
amount of damage is never the same after it's repaired.  This I knew from
experience.  Twice.I was halfway through my emails and my first cup of
coffee when the phone rang.  It was Mr.  Tashun's secretary.  Tashun was
about three reporting levels above me.  When he called, you wanted to be
anywhere else.  It was a command performance, in his office immediately.  I
put my suit jacket on and straightened my tie.  The elevator made the trip
seem like forever.  His secretary motioned for me to go right in.  Standing
next to him was Reese, his niece.  No, not again!  The last time she
visited the office, I assigned her filing, and before the day was over, I
was filling her, between her legs."Marcus, you remember my niece Reese."
Tashun moved around his desk and lowered himself into his custom leather
executive chair."Of course.  How are you?" She'd cut her hair shorter in a
flip style.  She was tan, accentuating her white smile.  It might have been
my imagination, but her breasts seemed larger in a ruffled white blouse,
and her hips wider in a skirt no more than six inches long.  Much more
woman than a young lady.  Had I been too obvious in my head-to-toe
assessment?"Fine, now that you're here." She smiled, and gave me a wink
undetectable by her uncle."Marcus, Reese is going to take an intern
position at the company.  Her first assignment is in Sales."My job was
technical planning.  I'd never done sales, and wasn't about to start. 
"That's nice.  Do you want me to arrange for a laptop?" Allocating and
handling personal computing was not my job either, but if Tashun wanted me
to handle it-"Reese is going to visit one of our customers a couple of
hours south.  A day trip.  She has to deliver some bad news.  They'll be
getting no more discounts."My eyes darted back and forth.  "And you need me
for?""I offered my lead salesman to accompany her, but she picked you.  I
don't get it."I did.  She got "it" from me last time she visited.  All
eight inches of "it".  Maybe she was looking for seconds.  I turned to
Reese.  "I won't be any help at all.  I'm not familiar with our rate
structures, and I won't be any good answering questions-""That's what I
said," blurted Tashun.First time a senior executive and I agreed on
anything."I won't need help with those things.  I don't know Mr.  Hotshot
Sales.  But I know you.  I'll be more comfortable if you come." She lowered
herself into a side chair, facing me.  One knee crossed in front of the
other.  The skirt rose.She knew me.  Biblically.  And sure as I stood
there, she'd eventually demand that I cum, in or on or with her,
somehow.""So it's settled." Tashun's attended to the papers on his desk,
like we weren't there.Except we still were.  "Just one thing." My voice
quivered.  "I'm using my wife's car while mine is in the shop-""No
problem." Without looking up at me, he reached into his drawer and threw me
a set of keys.  "Take one of the cars in the motor pool.  It'll be good for
you to get out of the office.  You're looking pale, Marcus."Maybe it was
the circumstances, or in comparison to Reese's tan, or maybe blood was
collecting in my dick.  "Yes sir."Reese stood and jogged around the desk to
give her uncle a hug.  He shied away, as if her touch was poison.  Then she
exited the office first, her ass swaying."I need to call home," I
said.Reese swiped the keys from my palm.  "Fine.  I'll meet you in the
garage."I called Harriett from my office as I shuffled papers on my desk
into piles.  "I have to take a day trip downstate.""Not with my car, you
don't."That's my Harriett, always cooperative.  "I'm taking a company car
and leaving yours here.  Ask Clara, the new neighbor, to give you a lift."
As soon as I made the suggestion, I wanted to take it back.  Harriett and
Clara alone in a car?  Bad idea.  Clara had recruited me to teach her
female relatives about sex.  "Take a cab.  I'm parked on level five.""I'll
ask Juliet McCarthy."Even worse!  I'd fucked Juliet.  At least, I hadn't
had sex with Clara.  This was one circumstance I couldn't control. 
"Whatever you want."-----When I got to the basement garage, it was simple
to find our car.  Reese had the hood open.  She was bent over, showing legs
all the way up to the lower curve of her ass cheeks.  No visible panties so
I supposed a thong.  I made noise so I didn't startle her."Just checking
things out," she said.So was I.Reese slammed the hood and crossed to the
passenger door.  She held a printed map of how to get to Williams
Enterprises.  It was almost all highway, and then a couple of blocks to the
facility.Reese opened the manila folder in her lap.  "Let's see the
Williams price schedule," she purred.  While she reviewed the numbers, she
tapped one bare foot on the dashboard.  For an hour, my eyes alternated
between watching the road and Reese's legs, exposed to her groin.  The
micromini skirt was not much more than a wide belt around her thin waist.
The white thong molded to her pussy, in stark contrast to her tan.We parked
in front of Williams Enterprises, a two-story box in beige brick.  The
CEO's secretary guided us to a conference room adjacent to Mr.  William's
office, assuming the CEO and the company had the same name.  After a short
wait, the boss arrived in a dark blue pinstriped suit.  A tad overweight,
he advanced to shake my hand but stopped in mid-stride, his head whipping
ninety degrees, his eyes focused on Reese.  An abrupt turn of his wingtips,
and he was facing Reese.  "Harold Williams the Third," he bellowed.  Wait
until I tell him that his discount is disappearing.  How loud will he get
then?  Reese got his handshake, which was more of a caress.  After all,
handshakes don't go up to the elbow."What can I do for you, young lady?" he
asked.Had I been demoted to just chauffeur?  I was Tashun's designated
substitute, not niece Reese.  But she had the power, all right - to melt
men's minds.  Mr.  Third squatted into a conference chair at the head of
the table, his usual place.  Reese sat next to him, and I sat behind her.
My view was obstructed, but not his."My uncle, Richard Tashun, send us -"
She gestured at me over her shoulder but Williams' eyes didn't follow her
hand.  "- down here to explain our new pricing structure." She pulled the
pages from her purse.  They were bent and crinkled, hardly professional,
more like a section of last week's newspaper.  Williams took them and put
them on the table.  Not even a peek at the new cost figures, just Reese's
figure.  His knee bounced with anticipation.  What did he think was going
to happen, with me there?Reese crossed her legs, and Williams stared at her
crotch, for a pantie shot.  Jokes on him, I thought.  She's barely got a
g-string."They're going up," she said.I would have bet anything so was he.
Williams pressed his palm down to stop the bouncing.  "How much?" he
asked.I opened my mouth to deliver the bad news but Reese spoke first. 
"Harvey, why don't you go for a walk and let me explain things to Mr. 
Williams?"She was dismissing me?  Me?  Who was she to -"Yeah, Harvey, let
the little lady and I have a moment so I can absorb the impact on my
business.  There will be an impact, won't there?" His grin was the wolf's
in Red Riding Hood.  His leg resumed bouncing.Was he expecting to fuck
Reese, right there in his conference room, in the middle of the day, on an
empty stomach?  But if he jammed his dick into her, her belly wouldn't be
completely empty.  "All right." I skulked out of the room.  "And close the
door so we'll have some privacy," he ordered.I sat in a side chair along
the wall outside the conference room.  Moans and groans and an occasional
muffled yelp forced me to pull at my collar.  His secretary seemed
oblivious to the shenanigans going on behind me, her face inches from her
flat screen monitor.  The louder the sounds, the faster she typed.  Perhaps
this had happened before, and she was blocking.  I didn't know what they
were doing, and didn't want to know.  Is this why Tashun sent his niece
with me?  To fuck a good customer physically before we fuck him
financially?The door opened and Reese came out, her make-up a bit smudged
and wobbling a bit in her heels.  Mr.  Williams' shirt was barely in his
pants, one telltale shirt tale caught in his zipper.  Reese had done
something to him.  What had he done to her?"Thanks for the visit.  Stop by
anytime." He waved the new price sheets, red in the face.I couldn't believe
it.  Reese had done what I couldn't, and I don't mean physically.  It
wasn't ethical or business-like, but she got the job done.  And just maybe,
she'd be satisfied enough not to turn her sexual attention to me.On the way
out of Williams Enterprises visitor space, Reese broke the silence.  "See,
I'm pretty good at negotiating.""Oh yeah?  And just what did you trade for
what?""The old fart got the best blowjob of his life, and we got no
complaints about the new pricing." Reese folded her arms across her chest.
"You couldn't have done that."I could have, but I don't go down on guys. 
"You're right.  Your uncle will be pleased." I entered the highway.  In
less than an hour, running above the speed limit, we'd be back at the
office, and I'd be done with Reese, for now."Damn right," she said.  "Uncle
Stubby won't have any complains."Ah yes, as Reese informed me previously,
Mr.  Tashun is not very well endowed, penis-wise."Can you turn up the air.
I'm really hot."In that outfit, there was no quibble.  I turned the air
conditioning knob, and the engine sputtered.  One of the unlabeled idiot
lights was on.  Idiot must have referred to the dashboard designer who
decided to save a penny's worth of ink.  We coasted down the next exit
ramp, through a stop sign, and into a gas station.  The car at rest, I
tried the key, but the engine coughed.A short discussion and a quick
examination under the hood by a greasy attendant identified a blown hose as
the culprit.  "Blown hose?" Reese giggled."I can getcha a new one
tomorrow," the mechanic slurred.  "There's a motel about a block down."Sure
enough, the only tall building in sight was the motel, if you call two
stories "tall."I used a pay phone on the wall of the gas station to make
two calls.  First, to Harriett."What?  The car died?  Oh, Harvey, how could
you?"Like a company car blowing a hose, getting stranded with Reese was my
fault.  Can't she understand that I didn't will the car to overheat."This
couldn't have happened at a worse time.  I'm leaving tomorrow, and we
should talk about what you're going to tell Ryan.""Just trust me, for once,
okay?""Well, get home as soon as you can.  I want to see what clothes
you're taking.  I don't want you to make a bad impression -"I heard a
doorbell in the background."Damn it, someone's here.  Please, Harvey, Hurry
home." She hung up.Harriett never swears, and almost never says "Please."
Ryan had her spooked.My second call was to Tashun."Mr.  Tashun's
office.""This is Harvey Marcus.  Can I please speak with -""This is Tashun.
Where in the hell are you?""Manteno.  The company car broke down, and they
can't get the parts until tomorrow.  Your niece and I are -""How did the
meeting go?  You didn't lose them as client, did you?  Tell me we can count
on their business.""They agreed to the increase." Reese winked.  Williams
probably didn't even notice.  "Reese presented the -""Oh God, I almost
forgot.  Is Reese okay?" asked Tashun.  "Her mother is a worry wart.  Put
her on."I only heard Reese's side of the conversation, but that was enough.
"Mr.  Marcus was completely in charge, Uncle Dick.  You should have seen
him in action.  Uh-huh.  Thanks, Uncle Dick.  I'm sure he'll keep me
happy." Reese handed me the receiver."Marcus, you give my niece anything
she asks for, you hear me?  Her own room, expensive dinner, whatever she
wants.  If she's upset when you get back, it's your job!"I stammered,
"Bbbbut -"Tashun interrupted, "I don't care what she asks for or how much
it costs.  I'll get holy hell from my sister if she complains about her
first day of work.  Charge everything to the company."You don't tell a guy
like Tashun that you don't have the status to warrant a company credit
card. I'm too far down the food chain.  I file expenses afterwards and hope
I get paid quickly."Anything she wants.  Yes sir."Reese complained every
step that her heeled shoes were not meant for walking.  I was going to ask
why she wore them, but we both knew the answer.  Her ass wobbled invitingly
as she strutted in the heels, making a statement about her body and her
sexuality.  She wore them because they made her look hotter.  Williams
might not have gotten a look, but he got something better.  Hands on.  "You
don't have to carry me, but I'd like it."I put one hand around her back,
the other under her legs.  She wasn't all that light, and I could just
imagine my back going out.  Our only choice was the Manteno Motel, which
looked like a failed Holiday Inn by its architecture and color scheme. 
Hardly high class.  I staggered into the lobby backwards, turned, and
placed Reese down gently on the corduroy sofa.The clerk squinted at us when
we approached the Reception Desk.  "Don't tell me.  One night, king bed. 
So, what is she now?  Friend of your daughter?""No, my boss's niece.""Never
heard that one before.  So was I right, about your stay?""Yeah, one night,
until my car is fixed."The clerk snorted and tossed his head.  "You guys
are all the same." He handed me a key.So, we had been assessed as
May/December lovers, stopping in for a quickie.  He had no clue.  Reese
limped along beside me to our room.  Once inside, she plopped on he bed. 
"I feel dirty.  Don't you?"I hadn't just given a blowjob.  "I wish I had
toiletries and fresh clothes for tomorrow."Reese continued.  "Maybe you
should join me in the shower, to help me keep my balance?""No thanks.  But
wash up if it will make you feel better.""There's only one thing that will
make me feel better." Reese rubbed her stomach.  Each circular motion
exposed more and more perfectly flat tanned stomach.  Her legs were
stretched.  She rotated her feet, to test her ankle.  "We don't have to
eat, but I'm starving.  Be a dear and go get some food.""I'd be happy to
buy lunch." I checked my watch.  "A late lunch." Anything in particular?"As
long as we're stranded here, let's break all the rules.  Something greasy.
Burger.  Fries." She stuck out her chest and undulated.  "Milk shake." That
deserved a giggle.  "Meanwhile, I'll clean up.  Sure you don't want to join
me?" She pouted.I felt no obligation to have sex with Reese.  Maybe a small
urge, but no obligation.  "We passed a joint down the block.  I'll carry
out from there."As I passed through the lobby, the attendant gave me a
puzzled stare.  What did he think, that we'd be rolling around the bed by
now?  No way.  Yes, Reese and I had sex during her last visit, but I was in
a precarious position and she took advantage.  I could say "No" now and
mean it.The hash slinger filled the brown paper bag.  Grease stains
blossomed from its contents.  A cardboard cup holder balanced one milk
shake and one diet cola.As I made my way back through the lobby with our
meal, the desk clerk stood up.  "She really your boss's niece?  You really
stranded?""You won't find my car in your lot.  No luggage sometimes means
no luggage.  Think about it."When I put the food on the round side table in
our room, the trickle of the shower stopped.  Reese was certainly naked
behind the door.  I thought about my double Swiss cheese burger with bacon
and drooled.Reese opened the bathroom door a crack and called out.  "Back
already?  Great, I'm starving.  Afterwards, we don't have to watch TV
together, but I'd like to.""Sure, no problem." I found the remote on the
end table next to the bed.  When I turned around, Reese was standing in the
bathroom doorway.  One towel was wrapped around her head.  A second was
tied around her chest, and a third around her waist.  "Sorry, but the
towels here are so small.  I use a bath sheet at home.  I hope you're not
mad I used them all."Better that than having her expose herself.  "I'll go
down and ask for more towels.""Or I could blow dry you." She smiled.  More
like blowjob me, I thought.  Just like Williams."Sit down and eat."Reese
hobbled over to the table and plopped down in one of the chairs.  She
ripped the brown bag open.  Two wax bags of fries spilled onto the table.
She swiped one of the sandwiches and peeled back the wrapping."Mine is
the-" Before I could finish, Reese had my double Swiss with bacon firmly
between her teeth.  I pulled the single with pickles from the bottom of the
bag and toyed with it while Reese ravaged my sandwich.  She only paused to
rip open ketchup packets, stuff wads of fries between her lips, or to suck
streams of frosty strawberry shake down her throat.Before I finished half
of the modest sandwich, she'd finished the burger, most of the fries and
half the shake.  A large burp punctuated her feast.  She raised fingertips
to her lips.  "Sorry.  I don't get the chance to pig out like that very
often.  Have to maintain my figure."For the first time since we sat down, I
looked at Reese.  The towel around her hips was split at the side, showing
a full expanse of leg all the way up to her hip.  Looking at Reese was a
lot more entertaining than eating my uninspired burger.  When I raised my
eyes to her face, red stains dotted her lips and chin.  "You've got ketchup
on your face.""Thanks." She pulled the upper towel to her lips to wipe off
the accidental condiments.  When she was done, the towel fell back, lower
from having been loosened.  Her chest was evenly tan, with unsightly
bathing suit marks.  The top curves of her breasts were on display.  "I
might be able to stand without your help but I'd like some."I left fries
and the remainder of my sandwich on the table and stood.  As I took her
arm, Reese lifted herself, holding firmly onto me for support.  The chest
towel slipped.  Reese grabbed it, but lost her footing.  I threw my hand
around her waist.  Reese grabbed the top towel, preventing it from falling.
It hung loose in front of her body.  My arm dislodged the hip towel.  Reese
threw her hand onto her belly.  Now she was covered by two towels waving in
front of her."I should reassemble these," she said.  Reese hiphopped back
into the bathroom.  Her shapely legs and round ass were on full display. 
Still no white, not even from a g-string bottom.  She must have gotten her
tan in the nude.Reese returned from the bathroom in two towels.  She'd
abandoned the one on her head.  Her brunette hair was wild and stringy.  It
reminded me of a porn star after a sweaty sex romp.  Thinking about sex was
too natural, with Reese draped in easily dislodged linens."What's on?" she
asked.  I looked down at the remote control in my hand.  "We don't have a
TV guide.  Care to channel surf?""I'd rather talk." Reese half-sat,
half-laid on the foot of the bed.  I was treated to a partial view of her
right breast and the full-length exposure of her leg.  Sideways, the towel
drooped, so part of her groin was exposed.  It wouldn't take much motion at
all for the towel to unwrap completely.  Then what?I had a curiosity that
had been driving me crazy since we'd met.  "Okay.  Tell me about your
relationship with your uncle.""Uncle Dick?  Not much to tell.  Two years
ago, just before that stupid Take Your Offspring To Work thing, I'd broken
up with my boyfriend.  I was so horny, I'd have fucked a doorknob.  So, I
walked in on Uncle Dick when we were home alone one night.  I wore this
transparent nighty that showed off, well, everything.  It didn't take much
to get him undressed.  Unfortunately, he isn't very well equipped.  I think
that's why he has this big boss persona at work, to make up for his skimpy
manhood.""He does tend to come on strong." I'd never known anybody to cross
Tashun."Except with me.  Anyway, after we did it, which was completely
unsatisfying by the way, I threatened to tell my dad the whole story, how
Uncle Dick seduced and raped me.  My dad is the real power in the
family.""So, you blackmailed your uncle?  For what purpose?""Just to be in
control.  To get what I want.  That's what he ordered you, right?  To give
me whatever I asked?" She raised one knee.  Her thigh and buttock were
smooth and brown."That's what he said, but that's not what he meant.""Are
you sure?" Reese laughed, which shook the towel on top.  It sagged more,
exposing her cleavage and one pert nipple.  "I won't do that to you.""What?
Blackmail?  Why not?""'Cause you're not a dinky dick like uncle.  You
filled me up.  Speaking of which, we don't have to do fuck, but -""I know.
You'd like to." Last year, Reese had me pinned under a stack of boxes,
ready to topple.  With my hands occupied, she'd nibbled my dick and
positioned herself to take me from behind.  I was in no such position now.
I had a choice.Our conversation was interrupted by a knock on the
door."I'll get it," Reese said.  She slid off the bed.  The towels
unknotted, so she held the towels in front of her and peered through the
peephole.  When she bent, her bloated pussy lips peeked out from between
her thighs.  "Looks like a girl scout."Reese was no girl scout, but she was
always trying to earn a merit badge in sex.  Since when did Girl Scouts go
door to door in motels?Reese opened the door a few inches.  "Yeah?""Is this
Mr.  Marcus's room ?"It was Inga's voice.  I bolted for the bathroom.  What
was she doing here?  And if Inga opened her big mouth, what would Reese
tell her uncle?"What do you want with Harvey?""I need to see him, real
bad."Reese opened the door.  "Harvey, it's for you."I peeked out from the
edge of the bathroom door.  "Inga?""Mr.  Marcus.  Your wife said your car
broke down." Inga's attention turned to the mostly naked young woman who'd
answered the door.  "What is she doing here?  Were you two having sex?""Of
course not.  Our car broke down and Reese and I, by the way, this is Reese,
my boss's niece, she just finished a shower -"Reese posed with one finger
at her lip.  "I was really dirty.""Yes, and I got us some food.  So, why
did you come looking for me?""Mama said I had to apologize, in person.""For
what?" Oops.  Too late to take that question back."For asking you to have
sex with me, and throwing myself at you at your house, and again in the
chemical shower."Reese began to giggle."You told her all of that?" I
asked."I always tell the truth," said Inga.Reese couldn't hold back from
commenting.  "Wait a second.  This lovely young lady offered herself to
you, and you refused?"I nodded.  "You don't know her mother.""But I know
you.  You like fucking young women.""He fucked my best friend, Norma." Inga
took a deep breath.  "And my mother."Reese's jaw dropped, and her top towel
slipped.  She hefted the towel back up, covering her cleavage.  "Naughty
Harvey.  Shacking up with everyone except - what's your name?""Inga.""Yes,
getting physical with everyone except Inga.  And I bet she has a killer
body under those awful clothes.  Show us, sweetheart.  Show Harvey here
what he's missing."I jumped in to prevent a disaster.  "Inga, I accept your
apology.  You can go back and tell your mother -""Maybe you didn't hear
me," said Reese.  "Inga doesn't have to get undressed-" Reese paused, then
enunciated clearly, "but I'd like her to." Reese's lower towel was tucked
between her thighs.  Now both legs were exposed to the hip.Inga looked at
us both.  I shrugged my shoulders.  Reese and I stood side by side as Inga
unbuttoned and unzipped until her bra, blouse, skirt, stockings and panties
were on the floor.  Her naked body, so desirable yet so off limits, was
familiar to me.  I was rock hard, and determined not to violate Stephanie's
edict."Now that's what I call sexy.  Petite but sexy.  Doesn't Inga turn
you on?" Reese tossed her hip my way.I didn't respond.  Reese reached
toward my crotch.  I swiveled, avoiding contact.  But both of them saw my
erection pushing at my zipper."You don't have to undress, Harvey, but I'd
like you to."So there I was.  Reese was going to force me to have sex with
Inga, or she'd make up something bad and tell Uncle Dick, who'd bust me
down a level or erase my bonus or even fire me.  I took off my clothes.  My
erection was no surprise."Do you do everything she says?" asked Inga.I
nodded feebly.Inga directed her request to Reese.  "Then make him have sex
with me.""As good as done.  Lay down, Harvey.  Missy, get above him."Inga
straddled my groin.  With the tips of her fingers, she positioned me at her
pussy."Hang on.  Are you ready?" asked Reese.Inga scratched her head. 
"What do you mean?""I mean, are you moist enough to take that thing?  It's
probably bigger than any of your previous-"Inga's voice was a whisper.  "I
don't have any previous.  Mr.  Marcus will be my first lover."'You mean
good old Harvey is going to bust your cherry?  Marvelous!  Let's make sure
you're ready for the main event.  Lay back."Inga rolled to the side."Okay,
Harvey, go down on the young lady."I had to try and avert the inevitable.
"Reese, you want this for yourself, don't you?" I wagged my erection. 
"Come here and we'll give Inga a demonstration of how it's supposed to be
done.  She'll get educated and you'll get a good fucking.  How about
it?"Reese took a second to decide.  "We have all night for us.  Get her
ready, and then do it."I spread Inga's knees and moved my face forward. 
Her cunt was a simple slit.  I licked and Inga jumped.  "I barely did
anything." I stuck out my tongue and slid it across.  Inga shivered.  I
thrust my tongue into the slit."Oooooooooh!" Inga's legs clamped down on my
head, just like her pussy clamped down on my tongue."You've got a really
sensitive one there, Harvey.  Maybe you'd best move on."I rolled onto my
back, my prick firm and throbbing.  Was I really going to finally have sex
with Inga?  "I'm not sure this is going to work." What would Stephanie say
when she found out?  From Inga!Reese provided coaching from the side of the
bed.  "Get above him.  Good.  Now, gently put it in.  Spread yourself.""Ok,
I'll try." Inga wedged the tip of my prick against her lips and pushed. 
"It won't fit.""Sure it will.  Just command your cunt to open."Inga angled
her hips forward and spread her pussy.  With a firmer grip on my firm
penis, she pulled me.  With an excruciatingly slow slide against taut
flesh, the head of my dick popped past.  "I did it." Inga pride was
reflected in her chest, pert nipples at full attention.  How long ago had
they been "innies"?I was about to recommend we take it slow, given how
tight she was.  Before I could say anything, Inga began to convulse.  Her
hips jerked and mine followed.  My dick was in a flesh vice grip.  I
couldn't go deeper, but I couldn't escape either.  Inga's arms flailed at
her sides, her head tossing.  She gurgled incoherently, her eyes rolled
back, her tongue flashing out from her mouth at random.  Was Inga having a
seizure?  Her body went stiff, then relaxed, and went stiff again.  Was she
having multiple orgasms, just from the head of my dick?  One last time she
froze, every muscle in her body constricted.  Then she fell back.  An
audible pop documented our separation.  She laid back, breathing again, her
perfect nipples thrusting up with each breath.  "God, Norma was right.  Sex
is awesome.""That wasn't sex." Reese's tone was spiteful.  "That was, well,
that was -nothing.""But I put it in, just like you said.""Riiight.  But
that's just the starting point." Reese dropped her towels.  She'd never
been on display, nude, in front of me before, even though we'd fucked on a
ladder a year ago.  The all-over tan was extremely sexy.  From memory, her
hips had widened and her breasts seemed bigger."Let me demonstrate how
you're supposed to do it." Reese straddled my groin, taking Inga's place.
Inga moved along side, as observer.  "We don't have to have sex, but, oh,
you know the drill."What was I supposed to do?  Tashun had ordered me to
give Reese what she wanted.  And, deep down inside, he knew what she'd ask
for.  The same thing she asked him for two years ago - a good fucking. 
Besides, could I deny Inga a lesson?  My erection was looking for
satisfaction.  And Reese and I had done the deed before.  Why not a
reprise? "Drill away."Reese straddled me.  Her pussy lips were extended,
hanging down from her crotch.  She took my dick in hand and placed the head
between the fleshy folds.  She had a much easier time of it than Inga.  I
was certain Reese hadn't been celibate since our last encounter.  Reese
squatted, and I was inside."That's what I did," said Inga.  "And then, my
body went crazy.""Yeah.  Freaky," said Reese.  "The next part is taking the
whole thing inside.  Like this." Reese lowered herself, moaning, taking
almost all eight inches, maybe an inch short of full penetration."How did
you do that?" asked Inga.  "I could barely get the tip in.""A woman's
vagina stretches to fit the man's penis." Reese was moving up and down."Is
that what you do?  Let it side in and out?""Precisely.  In and out.  Oh
God. Shallow and deep.""Now I see.  Get off.  I'll try to do it right this
time.""Not yet, sweetheart," said Reese.  "I'm not done."Inga tugged at
Reese, who ignored the yanks.  "But you said I could-""And I gave you a
shot, didn't I?" Reese was undulating back and forth, caressing my prick
with her velvety pussy.  Had she felt this good last year?  I'd been so
concerned about being buried in an avalanche of old documents, I wasn't
concentrating on the feelings.The impact of Inga throwing herself onto
Reese's back was twofold.  One, I exhaled sharply, and struggled to catch
my breath with two females stacked on top of me.  Second, my cock smashed
into Reese's pussy all the way."Mr.  Marcus is supposed to have sex with
me, not you," shouted Inga.  "And I'm not a freak!""And I told you I'm not
done with him yet." Reese bucked, tossing Inga off her back and onto the
floor.While Reese assaulted my groin with hers, Inga got dressed."What are
you doing?" I asked."Fucking you," said Reese.  "Geeeesh.""I meant Inga," I
said.  "Hold on."Inga opened the door.  "I know when I'm not wanted." She
was wrong.  I wanted her very much, but warnings from her mother got in the
way.  Plus an abnormally tight and sensitive cunt."Wait.  Please.""Yeah,
honey, you can have him next." Reese's comment was punctuated with a laugh
and a moan.  Inga slammed the door.  Reese stopped bouncing and ground her
pussy hard against me.  "God, you have a great dick!"I held Reese's hips
and began my own series of slow thrusts, pulling her up and then letting
her fall back against me.  "You don't have to, but you might as well enjoy
it."Reese smiled.  "So what department do you work in?"It seemed
nonsensical for Reese and I to have a conversation during the sex act, but
I went along.  "Technical planning.""Sounds interesting.  Maybe I'll ask
Uncle Dick to transfer me.  I could work under you." She kept humping.  "Or
above you.""But there's a ton of training for my job." I could have
calculated the number of years if I hadn't been in a woman.  "There's so
much to learn-"For the first time that day, Reese kissed me.  Tenderly,
with moist lips, completely opposite from the pummeling our sex organs were
taking.  Was this sex to her, or something more?"You're a good teacher. 
And you already know my skills."I thought about bringing Reese to meetings
with internal clients when I had bad news to deliver.  'Bob, the project is
late, but Reese here will suck your dick.' 'Bill, there's been a cost
overrun of $500,000 but Reese will give you a world-class lap dance.' The
idea of Reese as the solution to hostile clients was hilarious and erotic.
"Plus, I have a trick." Reese's face contorted.  Her cunt muscles rippled,
up and back, as if a vibrator was massaging my prick.  I came with a slow
steady stream, rather than a blast."Felt good, huh?" Reese jumped off my
prone body and danced over to the cold food and half-drunk milk shake. 
"Are you going to finish your burger?" I joined her at the table, still
nude.  After all, I'd need sustenance for the rest of the night.  The
thought of Inga's sudden departure gave me excess stomach acid.  Would she
report back that, when she came to apologize, I fucked her?  How would
Stephanie react to that news?  Suddenly, both my sexual and dietary
appetites vanished.### An Original H M Tale I'm always interested in reader
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