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	The Innocent Flirtation - (flirt.txt) - Marci loves her husband.
Mr. Meany isn't going to leave his wife. Despite the office gossip, the
only thing between them is an innocent flirtation. That's their story
and they're sticking to it. M/F, oral, anal, toys.



				The Innocent Flirtation

	"You know that I have to pass this on," Lydia was saying. "You
know that I'd rather die than pass on gossip, but I have to tell you."
	Lydia was right. She heard all the gossip because she didn't
pass it on and never, never, never, divulged its source on the rare
occasions that she did say something. She was a gossip's friend and 
more, she was Gail's best friend.
	"That girl, that Marci that works in Myron's office? I hear that
she spends an awful lot of time alone with Myron," Lydia said.
	"You're not the first one to tell me that," Gail smiled, "But you
are the first to tell me nicely."
	"Aren't you afraid of what's going on?" Lydia asked, "Aren't you
going to do something about it?"
	"Myron explained it all to me," Gail said. "He's as bad as she
is. It's an innocent flirtation and I have nothing to worry about. It's
just the way they deal with the pressure."
	"And you believe him?" Lydia raised an eyebrow.
	"Of course I believe him," Gail said and then responded to
Lydia's pitying look, "One, he told me himself without prompting. Two,
you know that a man can never hide an affair from his wife- not really.
Myron is too innocent about the whole thing. I don't sense that this
woman is a danger at all."
	God bless Gail. And she was right. Marci loved her husband. She
wasn't a threat to anyone's marriage.

	Marci was leaning back in the client's chair. Her heels were on
Mr. Meany's desk. He was watching intently as the Dri-Mark marker
slipped tantalizingly up and down the lips of Marci's pussy.
	His cock was throbbing at the sight. His lips were dry. He licked
them. His throat was dry. He swallowed. Marci's hips flinched as the
marker bumped over her clitoris. 
	"Please... show me the target demographic," Myron said hoarsely.
	Marci kept her eyes closed, but smiled. The marker slid down,
her lips parting around the round plastic. She moved it around the
entrance a few moments more and then slipped it half an inch inside her
pussy. Myron sighed from deep in his chest.
	"Yesss.. " Myron breathed in a gravelly whisper, "That's the
spot! We've got to hit them hard right there!"
	Marci knew he was panting to see her pump the marker in and out.
She knew better that it was what she must not do. She pulled the marker
out and brought it to her lips. With a squirm of ecstasy, she put out 
her tongue and licked the end of the marker.
	"Ooooooooooo," Myron groaned.
	She didn't hesitate on the return trip. She put the marker in
place and slowly eased it in, taking her cues from Myron's breathing.
Then she made her hips fuck the little cylinder of plastic. She 
could hear Myron sweat.
	She gave a little cry to signal the end was coming and then
rolled into her simulation of a rollicking good, but quiet, orgasm.
Her timing was exquisite. She knew if she had drawn it out any more
Mr. Meany would cum in his pants.
	"Thank you, Miss Smith," Myron rasped. "That was a great
presentation."
	Marci smiled as she smoothed her skirt down. She loved her job.
Still smiling, she rose and left the office.

	Millicent Neinhaben gave Marci her usual scowl as she left Mr.
Meany's office. Marci was sure everyone in the office thought she was
having an affair with Mr. Meany.
	The idea amused her. They were such small thinkers. That was why
they worked at their little desks, went home to their little lives and
would never dare to think outside their little routines.
	She had waited a lifetime to find Mr. Meany. She flattered
herself that he had waited as long to find her. They understood things
that the others never even wondered about. 

	The executive bathroom had cloth towels, not paper ones and the
vanity was large enough to lie down on.
	Marci wasn't lying on the vanity. She was kneeling on one of the
towels folded under her knees. Myron was working liquid soap into a
lather on her anus.
	"God bless you, Marci," he was saying, "A man needs a real
release or he loses focus."
	The soap was neither pleasant nor unpleasant, but it was anti-
bacterial and it gave Marci a feeling of hygiene. It did smooth away
any ouchy adhesion between her anus and Mr. Meany's cock.
	The sphincter still stretched too far to let his cock slip past,
but Myron was good at using only the pressure he needed to make that
discomfort as smooth as it could be.
	Once in her ass, he drew his finger down the hollow by her spine
to help her think happy thoughts. He rocked slightly to remind her
asshole he was there, but he waited patiently, even teasingly, for her
muscle to relax before pressing forward.
	When she felt him advance, Marci lowered her shoulders a bit and
pushed back to his thrust. She felt almost the same about having him
fuck her ass as he did about fucking it.
	A woman should explore all her skills. Getting fucked in the ass
wasn't particularly exciting. Marci enjoyed masturbating with office
supplies much more. Still, it was something men liked, even though her
husband didn't fit the category. She was grateful Mr. Meany let her
explore her potential.
	Mr. Meany knelt stlll and let Marci move back and forth on his
cock. It increased a woman's resolve to impale her ass on a cock. 
Not that there wasn't something a wee bit pleasing about having a cock
shoved deep in her rectum, but it was knowing how good she was making
Mr. Meany feel that brought the flush of success to Marci's chest.
	Her husband, Bob, was missing out. Mr Meany had excellent
control, but he couldn't take her ass moving back to swallow his cock
for long before he had to join in. Marci knew she was a great ass-fuck.
	Myron would agree. The collection of feelings as she pushed back
and made her ass gobble his cock was indescribable. He knew for certain
that it made him feel like a man. And, as a man, he was compelled to
ram his cock deep in her ass and possess her totally.
	They both felt the surge of power as Myron gripped Marci's hips
and shoved his cock in her ass. Myron was exercising his male
aggression. Marci was taking all he could give. Pride fueled them both
as Myron pulled his cock back to the head and slid it deliberately
into Marci's ass until their flesh met.
	Then all the psycho-sexual trimmings faded as Myron's attention
drew down into 15 cubic inches of cock he had buried in Marci's ass.
It was hot in there. He could feel her bowels form to his cock like
the finest gut condom. Her sphincter gripped tight around the base
of his cock.
	Myron forgot the fancy stuff and fucked her ass. He gave her the
first two inches like the piston of a 2-cycle engine. The band of her
asshole sliding into the narrows behind the head of his cock made Myron
wild. He had to have it all. He had to invade and conquer.
	Marci was glad Bob never fucked her ass. She loved him, but he
would never be able to ram his cock in her ass and make her gasp for
mercy like Mr. Meany. Bob couldn't even ask to fuck her ass with 
enough resolve that her slightest rebuke didn't make him withdraw the
request.
	Myron had no such trouble. It never occurred to him to do anything
but follow his urge. If Marci didn't like it, she could complain. He
wanted to drive deep in her ass and he did. It was the place his cock
needed to be to vent all his tensions.
	When Myron made his final thrust deep into her to relieve his
tensions, Marci gulped. It felt like that thrust had gone deep enough
to move something inside her that shouldn't be moved. She felt a tingle
of panic as he came in her ass.
	Afterwards, when she wasn't dead and wasn't bleeding internally,
Marci took it as a good thing. (The thrust, not surviving) It was a 
queasy kind of feeling, but it was a little bit exciting.
	Myron was alone when a junior executive came in and caught him
washing his dick in the sink. Myron could see the youngster was
appalled.
	"Can't help it. When your dick is this big, you sometimes get
shit on it," Myron said.
	He held up his dick to show the man how big his dick was, but the
junior man quickly looked away.
	"Anyway, it's my sink," Myron growled under his breath.

	And Marci was his business distraction. He didn't want to be
married to anyone else on Earth other than Gail. He liked fucking 
Gail. There was no problem there, except she really didn't like taking
it in the ass. But that was the thing about Gail. She'd do it anyway,
just because Myron wanted it so bad.
	Marci had nothing to do with any of that. She was a little bit
of good, dirty fun in the middle of a hectic work day. He knew it was
an effective way to fight stress. He had never felt as positive about
work before Marci came.
	It was the same for Marci. Her place was with Bob, good old
steady, bound to age well, Bob. The thing with Mr. Meany was just a
game they played. They were just the kind of people that took games
to another level. They were still just playing.
	It was an innocent flirtation. They fucked to tease each other
with the possibility of an affair. But neither was going to give into
temptation. They would never have an affair, no matter how many times
one of them fucked the other to entice them.

	"MMmmmmmhpff. MMmmmmmhpff."
	Mmmmmm-mmmmm-mmmm-mmmm-mmmmm-mmmmm-mmmmmmmmm."
	Marci didn't need to speak to communicate her wishes. Her moans
as she licked up the length of Myron's hard-on and then airplane noise
as she shook her head and whipped her tongue under the head let Myron
know her intentions.
	He was blessed. The day had been so worry-free that he felt up
to her performance. Usually Marci was the one cumming all day as they
saved Mr. Meany for last. After the triumphant fuck of Marci's ass,
Myron felt he could cum again and still do Gail justice later.
	Marci didn't mind. Her ass still felt a little funny from being
fucked, but she liked sucking cock. She really liked sucking Mr. Meany's
cock because she knew he appreciated her skill. He never told her
what to do and had not once pulled on her ears. He could appreciate her
subtlety and never tried to rush her.
	That was all true, but Marci was testing Myron's limits. If he
hadn't known what was coming, he might not have stood the feather
touches of her tongue as she teased him. She was making it too long
of a wait to experience the warmth of her mouth.
	Marci, expertly, beat his roar of frustration by a few seconds.
Although Myron's dick looked impressive jutting out of his crotch, it
was still rubbery. Marci took advantage of the flexibility to make an
impressive looking swoop down his cock and fasten her lips around the 
base.
	It was a brief gambit, but one that never disappointed. Myron
reacted to the sight with a moan and settled back in his chair. This
was the reward for his patience. His cock was buried in Marci's face and
it felt all the better for the frustration he endured.
	His cock responded to being engulfed with a rush of blood. It
stretched as it woke and Marci could feel his cock try to crawl down
her throat as it swelled. She pulled her mouth back slowly to give his
cock room as it grew. Then she gripped it and put her tongue to work
licking its head.
	The teasing was over. Her tongue was firm between the twin arcs
beneath the glans. She sucked the head like a sugarplum and then
coated the head with her saliva. She made her tongue be a ramp to slide
his cock into her mouth until it bumped the roof of her mouth.
	The teasing was over, but Marci was far from frantic to make
Myron cum. For Myron it was perfect. Her technique was expert. There
was stimulation aplenty for him to savor. He was willing to enjoy it
far as long as Marci wanted to suck his cock.
	Nothing lasted too long. Marci let his cock bump the back of her mouth in short bobs and then reached out her lips to cover as much of
his cock as she could manage before it got routine. She took her mouth
off his cock and slid her tongue down his shaft to his balls when Myron
became accustomed to her deep sucks.
	Myron was kept in a state of happy wanting as her mouth gave him 
tingling pleasures. Then she brought out her red flag. Gripping the
base of his cock firmly, she looked up at Myron and licked under the
head of his cock in long swipes.
	"Are you ready to do it now? (lick)" she asked, "Are you ready to
get off? (lick) Do you want to cum? (lick) Do you want to squirt my
mouth full of your hot cum?" (lick, lick)"
	Yes, Myron wanted it. Yes, Myron wanted to cum. Her words brought
the animal up from inside him.
	Her hand and mouth formed a unit and she slid it up and down his
cock. It felt like his cock was driving deep into her face. When Myron
began to grunt and shift in his chair, the hand broke away and went
into counter strokes to Marci's bobbing head.
	Then her mouth demanded he cum. She jerked him off persistently,
ignoring her fingers slapping against her lips as she fastened them
around the knob of his cock and sucked. Her tongue stroked the head of
his cock.
	Myron felt like he was on a rack of pleasure, her lips the whips
that forced his jizm into her mouth. It definitely was compulsion that
made his balls jerk and his cum jet out in toe-curling spurts. 
	She wouldn't stop. She sucked as if she was nursing his cock and
kept her hand flying up and down his member. His cum kept spurting and
spurting.
	He jerked spasmodically as she flicked her tongue around the head
of his cock. The flow had stopped, but her tongue was giving him 
marvelous sensations that were so good they bordered on pain.

	They were on another level. They weren't just highly sexed. They
had each attacked life's greatest pleasure with determination and energy
of the highly motivated people they were.
	They left sex front and center and their successes flowed from
that rather than at the expense of their lust. And they both were very
good.
	They had happened to find each other. Now they had playmates to
share this dedication with. 
	It was an innocent flirtation, a flirtation of cock and cunt and
satisfaction that wanted no more than to fuck wildly and then return
to their mates and that other, grayer, but comforting side of life.

	"See you tomorrow," Myron said as Marci walked toward the
elevator.
	"I'll bet you do," Marci returned as the doors opened.
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