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 I knock on your door.  I am here to see about working on your taxes.  I am
usually very busy this time of year, but a friend of mine asked if I could
help out his friend.  I told him, Ok, but only this one time.  You say to
come in.  You are behind your desk, on the phone and motion for me to come
in and sit down.  I walk in, unsure of what I decided to wear.  I usually
work at home, so I do not tend to dress very business like.  I am wearing a
short light pink colored dress that probably cuts a bit low in the front. I
make my way to the chair as you finish with the call.  You get up to shake
my hand and say thanks for coming by.  I know that it was a bit out of your
way, but thank-you.  I tell you it is no problem and look around a bit. 
Your desk seems to be a bit of a mess and I wonder how your records are. 
You begin to tell me that you finally decided to computerize the business,
and just did not know were to start.  But then you were talking to our
mutual friend and he told you about how I had computerized the accounting
for other companies.  He thought I might be able to help.  I smile then I
bend down to my bag and take out a pen and paper to write down some things.
I notice you checking out my cleavage, happy that I decided on the cream
colored bra today (better then the red I originally had on 8-) I blush a
little and begin to take notes.  You start to tell me how you are currently
keeping the records and about the company itself.  After you are through, I
look up and tell you it really is not that bad.  It should be not too much
work to computerize you.  I suggest we use QuickBooks, as yours is a small
company and that should work fine.  No reason to have over kill I tell you
smiling at you.  I then ask when you would like to begin.  You tell me that
the sooner the better.  I say, "Well, in that case why don't you show me
what you have and I should be able to take a few things with me to get
started.  OK?" With that you tell me to bring your chair over to your desk
and you can show me a few things.  I get up, move my chair next to you and
sit down.  You then take everything out to show me.  I shake my head a
little at the mess you have been keeping.  I joke about it.  You tell me it
really isn't as bad as it looks.  With that we begin.

   After a little while you ask if I would care for something to drink.  I
tell you water is fine, thanks.  I move to stretch my back a little and you
bring the water over and tell me I look a bit tense.  You then put your
hands on my shoulders to massage them.  I moan slightly telling you that I
get this way every tax season.  I get very stressed, overworked.  Begin to
tell you that I wish I knew of a way to relax, get rid of some of the
stress.  With a chuckle you tell me that there lots of are ways to get rid
of stress.  I look at you over my shoulder with a smile and ask, "and what
ways would that be?" You massage a bit more and tell me I could always give
you a spanking.  I act a bit surprised, blushing, saying, "But I haven't
done anything wrong." You smile saying, "I don't know if I agree with that.
You coming in here all dressed like that, then asking all surprised when
someone try to check out how you looked." Blushing a bit more, I tell you
that, maybe I shouldn't have worn this dress.  You shake you head and say,
it is too late for that.  With that you then sit back in your chair and
grabbing my wrist to move me across your lap.  You then begin to rub my
bottom over my dress, which has moved up quite a bit, barely covering my
bottom.  You then smack my bottom a couple of times, making me squirm a
little.  After a couple of more you slowly move my dress up to reveal my
cream colored silk panties, to match the bra.  You then rub a bit again and
then begin to spank again.  SPANK ...SPANK ...SPANK ...harder with each
slap.  A few more slaps and I squirm a bit more, then you stop, rub your
hand over my ass and begin to remove my panties.  You slip them over my ass
and down my legs.  You mention to me what a nice pink my ass has become,
but you then begin to spank again saying that it would look even nicer a
bit more red.  SPANK ...SPANK ...SPANK ... again you begin.  Harder and
harder ...SPANK ...SPANK ...SPANK ...until you all of a sudden stop.  You
then begin to rub my ass again, this time easing you hand lower.  As I move
my legs a little you begin to caress my clit with your finger as you move
your other finger into my pussy noticing how wet I have become.  I moan as
you begin to move your fingers in and out of my pussy.  You move them
faster and faster until I begin to climax with a loud moan.  You then move
your finger to my clit, rubbing it again, softly then a bit harder as I
moan louder and louder.  You take your fingers back to my pussy.  Moving
then in and out, faster and faster.  This time as I cum with a gush as I
yell out.  You then slowly remove your hand and I move off of your lap.  I
realize that your pants are a bit wet from me, and begin to remove your
pants.  I then take your cock out and move to take it into my mouth.  I
slowly being my lips around it as I take it deeper and deeper into my
mouth. I suck on it and I lick up and down your cock, stroking it as I suck
harder.  I begin to move your cock into my mouth deeper and faster each
time.  As I take it in deeper I begin to feel you cumming.  I suck down
your cum as you pump more into my mouth, licking your cock clean.  You
begin to go soft as I take you out of my mouth.  I get up to straighten
myself up and gather my papers.  As I finish getting all of your papers
together in my bag, I begin to walk towards the door, smiling back at you
as I say, "I will have to stop back in a few days to work out some more
details."