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Clydesdale Among the Fillies, Part 8

By Spunk N. Wagnels

For earlier parts, see at bottom.

Clyde awoke with a piss hardon that wouldn't quit.  He quickly took off the
chamois leather tied around his head which had been serving to blindfold him.
He was in a room he didn't recognize.  Several chamois costumes lay strewn
around including "Betty Rubble's."  

"Oh shit!"  Clyde thought.  "What the hell happened.  . . .  Jeez, I've got to
pee! . . .  I'm not going to make it to the basement! . . .  I'd better try in
here."  He thought, as he ducked naked into the second floor bathroom.  No one
was at the sinks, but one or more showers were running.  Clyde slipped into a
stall and let the endless stream flow.  As relief washed over him, memories of
the evening started to creep into his thinking.  "Beer-cunt.  I have a taste of
beer-cunt in my mouth."  He noticed.  All he could remember was lapping at
pussies that drizzled beer into his mouth causing him to drink as he sucked.  

"Unnnh."  He moaned as the last shivers shook out of him.  Then he snapped back
to the reality of his situation, in a stall deep into the girl's bathroom.  He
stealthily ducked his head out to see if the coast was clear.  A wet-haired coed
was drying her back facing away from him between the stall he was in and the
door.  He was torn between the urge to watch and ducking back to the safety of
his stall.  Then, as if psychically, the coed turned as Clyde ducked back.
Clyde quietly put the seat down and sat silently, hoping he wasn't noticed.  He
listened as the showers turned off.  He thought he heard whispering, then
silence.  He wished he had locked the door when it pushed in and he was
confronted by three angry coeds wrapped in towels, "Betty Rubble," Wendy, and
another with red hair.

"You are such a 'Perv.'"  "Betty Rubble" scolded.  "Weren't we enough for you
last night?  How insulting.  Take away your hands."  Clyde moved his hands from
his crotch.  "You're lucky you're not pointing at us right now.  What do you
have to say for yourself?

"I'm really sorry.  I woke up needing to go so bad I didn't think I could make
it downstairs in time.  I've got a swirling head headache.  I really didn't come
in here to get turned on.  Please believe me."  He pleaded.

"Well, you were kinda good last night, Cowboy.  I think we can let him pass this
one time, don't you girls?"  The redhead said.   The three looked at each other
and made an opening for Clyde to pass through them.  He slowly got up and fought
past their playful groping and pinching as he passed.  They laughed as his sorry
ass jiggled out the door.  

He only saw Carol on his way to the basement.  When he got there, Danny, Stan,
and Jerry were cleaning up after the party in the nude.  "Hey Man, where have
you been?"  Danny said in an up tone.

"Ah, wow, what happened after that fertility thing last night?"  Clyde asked
groggily.

"Well, we don't need to ask you where you were."  Danny said, while Clyde looked
at him puzzled.  "Word has it you serviced the entire Betweener group."  

"What are you talking about?"  Clyde asked. 

"The Betweeners, you know, the ones that can't decide if they're gonna be into
men or not."   Clyde still looked puzzled.  "Betweeners have got all the normal
hormones raging, but they think all of us guys are cads so they avoid
relationships with men for as much and as long as possible.  Whose room were you
in?"

"Ah, that heavier one with dress costume I think."  Clyde guessed.

"Liz, a Betweener.  Anyone else there?"

"A curly redhead."

"That's  Erin,  . . . a Betweener."

"And maybe Wendy?"

"A Betweener, all of them Betweeners, and there were more I'm told."  Danny
said.

"Gawd, I was used."  Clyde realized.

The three laughed.  "You call making it with half a dozen women in one night
'being used?'"  Stan asked rhetorically.

"I don't remember a thing.  I was blindfolded and I had a lot of beer and pussy
in my mouth."  Clyde explained.  "What happened to you guys?"

"Oh, the usual.  We were given the rides of our lives with those that were
unsatisfied with or were without their dates at the end of the Shindig."  Stan
said with a hint of gloat.

"Wow.  Well what happened at the end?" Clyde asked.

"When did you leave?"  Asked Jerry.

"Just when they were going down on those dildo things."

"Everyone got naked and headed out to take care of business pretty much."  Jerry
explained.

"You mean like Stella, Carol . . . Marie?  You saw them naked?"  Clyde asked
with envy.

"At least.  Yeah that Marie is hot alright."  Jerry replied

"How about Vivian,  … Carly, … Kelly, … ?"  Each girl on Clyde's naked hit list
got an affirmative, whether it was really true, or they were just having fun
tormenting him.

"Shit.  I should'a tried to wait."  Clyde lamented.

"It's okay Man, you've got to follow directions around here or you're persona
non grata."  Danny reminded.

Just then, Carol poked her head in, "You boys gonna clean up or what."

"Yes Miss Carol."  The three of them said in unison, while Clyde turned to look
in her direction in time to witness a wink and a smile she was sending to one of
them.

Clyde pitched in and stayed naked like the others thinking they had been
instructed to do so.  When they were all done, Clyde went off to his room to
rest away the remnants of a hangover, recall bits and pieces of his fuzzy night,
and eventually fell asleep.

He met Maggie the next day as agreed at their bench.  After the small talk,
Maggie asked Clyde if he would do her a big favor.  Being in a good mood, Clyde
said, "Anything your pretty little heart's desire.  Anything at all, just name
it."

"Anything?  Oh Clyde, thank you.  You're the best.  Well, I promised Dr.
Baronger in a weak moment, that I would find someone to fill in at the last
minute for this evening's figure drawing class.  You will now, won't you?  I'm
really in a bind."

"Oh jeez, Maggie, I …"

"I just thought being a weightlifter and all you'd be grateful for opportunities
to do some practice posing. … I know it's a lot to ask just anybody, but since
you're an art major, I'm sure you understand."  Clyde searched her eyes for an
angle to use to get out of it.  "I wouldn't ask it of you if I wasn't really in
a bind. … If the shoe were on the other foot, I'd do it for you."  She said
batting her eyes.

"Now that's a thought."  Clyde said to buy some time.

"Then you'll do it?  It will really get me in good with Dr. Baronger."

"No, I was just … you're in the class?" Clyde asked.  She nodded hopefully.
"Would I have to be,  … you know, totally naked … in front of you and others?"

"Sure Silly, sometimes, depending on the purpose of the class."

"Jeez Maggie, we're becoming friends and all, but this …"

She hugged his arm from the side and looked up at him pleadingly, "I'll be your
best friend."

"Can I think about it?"

"This evening."  She said nuzzling him closer.

"That 'shoe on the other foot' thing …"

"Did I mention yet that it pays too?"

"No matter what I say, you're not gonna let me out of this, are you?"

"You will?  That's great."  She said giving him a passionate kiss.  "Room 230,
6:30, and thank you Sam.  Thank you so much.  You're a life saver."  She
squeezed his hand.  "You're the best.  I've got to run to class now.  See you
tonight."  She gave him another kiss and trotted off with a spring in her step.

"Shit!  What have I agreed to?"  Clyde said to himself.  "What if this time it's
totally nude? What if I get a boner while they're drawing me?  What if … ?"
Clyde was now too distracted to go to classes, so he headed back to the house.

Clyde couldn't stand still.  He moved around asking people if he could help them
with this and that.  He looked at people quizzically for answers in their faces
to the questions swirling in his head.  Then he came upon Stacie.  "Miss Stacie,
can I talk to you please?"

"Sure Clydesdale, what is it?"

"Well, I kinda need some advice, and you, studying to be a nurse … "

Sure, what is it?"

"Well, I kinda agreed to sit for a figure drawing class tonight, and … I was
wondering … um, is there any way you know of that I could be sure not to … you
know, show excitement?"

"Well, I can't think of anything but the obvious two."  Clyde looked at her
intently.  "Think unsexy thoughts and get off before you show up."  Clyde
appeared let down.  "Would you like me to help you with the second part before
your class?"

"Oh, would you?"  He asked enthusiastically.

"How about once now, and then again right before your class?  That should about
do it,  When is your class?"

"I gotta leave by six from here."

"That'll work.  Let's go to the room."  Inside her room she sat down and had
Clyde pose for her like he thought he might do in class.  "I'll tell you what.
For this first session I want you to let me try out a concept on you until you
go."  Clyde agreed.  "Come over here then and kneel spread on the edge of the
bed."  She cupped his hanging balls for a feel.  Then she prepared his anus and
proceeded to stick her finger in his ass to massage his prostate, all the time
hefting his balls with her other hand.  He came predictably, huddling his upper
body to the bed.  

She asked him to clean up his mess.  Then she had him stand before her so she
could slip an elastic band covered with flesh colored fabric around his
testicles for a test fit, grouping them down into the bottom of his nutsack.
Then she took some dark cotton-like material and attached it to the top.  She
slipped it back on.  When she stuck a pair of googily eyes to his skin
positioned either side and above his penis, it was clear she was going for a
face with a pronounced chin and big nose.  "There.  All it needs is a name.
Let's call it 'Jimmy' for Jimmy Durante with a mustache."

"Who's that?"  Clyde asked.

"It's not important.  So, why don't you give me a foot rub?"  Clyde slowly
agreed.  "And a friend."  Clyde agreed again.  "I want you to go to room 2C and
invite Vivian."  Clyde reached for his outfit.  "No, leave that here.  This way
you'll get over any shyness that would add to your excitement level tonight."

"But …"  Clyde started to plead, then thought the better of it and scurried to
Vivian's room and knocked.  

The door opened and there was Vivian in a sun dress, eyes wide, fighting off a
laugh, and her roommate, Cecilia in a short flared skirt and sleeveless top, who
came over to see what was so funny at the door.  Clyde wanted to hide "Jimmy"
from view with his hands, but it was not to be. 

"Um, hi.  Um, Stacie wants to know if you want to come by for a foot rub."
Clyde announced.

"I've never been known to turn down the offer of a foot rub."  Vivian responded.

"Me too?"  Cecilia asked.

"I'm sure she means you too.  We'll be right there."  Vivian said.

On his way nervously padding back to Stacie's room, Clyde ran into Carol and a
pledge from Saturday on the stairway landing.  "Hi Clyde.  This is Miss Melody.
She has just joined Beta Delta Pi."

"Um, glad to meet you."  Clyde said, embarrassed to be caught unsuspectingly
naked with decorated genitals out in the halls.

"Very glad to meet you Clyde." Melody said playfully seductive, presenting her
hand delicately for a greeting.

All of a sudden, as his hand met hers, a wave of memory washed over Clyde and he
was instantly transported back to Saturday night with the thought that those
lips were probably on his "Jimmy."  Then he remembered watching Melody writhing
in orgasm.   There was no fighting it, "Jimmy" sprang to life.  Humiliation and
embarrassment washed over him as Melody commented to the smiling Carol, "I know
I'm gonna like it here."

Clyde ran, after they passed, to Stacie's room and knocked insistently.  When
Stacie opened the door, she looked down and smiled.  "You are one tough case
when it comes to controlling hardons.  Come in."

Clyde, a little out of breath related,  "Vivian and Cecilia are on their way."

"Cecilia?  Okay.  …  Well, why don't you sit here."  She said, referring to a
firm round ball much like a medicine ball.  You can get to work on me while we
wait."  

Clyde sat on the low seat and she pulled up a chair directly in front of him.
She raised her skirt as she sat down and extended her leg out to him.  Clyde
felt the telltale rush of warm blood rushing to his face when he followed the
line of her leg with his eyes to the gossamer panties she was wearing, and knew
she noticed his discovery from her smile.  He held her ankle with one hand while
he started to rub her foot with the other.  There was gentle tapping to announce
their presence, but Vivian and Cecilia just let themselves in through the
cracked open door.  After exchanging pleasantries, they pulled up another chair
and a stool on either side of Stacie and put a foot up on each of Clyde's legs.

Clyde was seated in nearly a squat position, so his feet were wide and his
"Jimmy" was on full display.  As Stacie started to relax into it and moan, the
others grew a little impatient for some attention, so they started to toe his
cock and balls.  Clyde started to pay attention to the most annoying foot at any
given time.  Vivian and Cecilia's best shots were of Clyde's bound balls
sticking out below his legs with their toes and insteps.  Stacie had full access
to his cock and balls with her toes, instep, and the soles of her feet.  Clyde
was in a constant state of erection and apprehension since he didn't know at any
given time whether each of them had enough control in the use of their feet to
continue to arouse or to hurt him.  

He tried to keep his eyes on their feet and they tried to get him to look up
their skirts by shifting, parting their knees, and inching the hems up.  "Now
don't cum too early, Clydesdale, or you'll have too much time before your class
tonight."  Stacie warned, as she put her foot full throttle on his cock and
balls, pinning his cock against his belly and his balls down.   When she mashed
his genitals side to side into his body, he came in a gushing orgasm, to the
delight of the three present.  He was made to clean up the mess he created and
return to work.  When they were each satisfied with their massages, Clyde was
sporting a hardon again, since they continued their teasing by divesting
themselves of their clothing little by little under the guise of being too warm.
It was close to the time for Clyde to leave, and he didn't have the hardon
problem in check yet, so he asked Stacie if she might be willing to do her thing
for him in private.

"Nonsense.  Consider me a nurse already, and I'm visiting you on rounds.  These
are nursing students observing my duties so they themselves can be as proficient
as I am at what I do."  Stacie described.  "Now nurses, this is Clydesdale.
According to his chart, he is here with a hardon problem called 'Homo-erectus.'
It says here he needs a massage."  The others looked at Stacie quizzically.
"No, not what you're thinking, we are to give him a prostate massage.  Now, we
position the patient like this. … "

Clyde met Maggie just outside the Arts Building at 6:15.  Clyde made one last
stab at getting out of it, but Maggie had no backup plan, and he was stuck.  She
assured him, "If  you feel a wave of panic in there, and get second thoughts,
just think of what I'm going to do to show you my appreciation.  Com'on."

"Like what … ?"  Clyde asked as Maggie took him by the arm to meet Dr. Baronger.

"You'll see.  Here we are, Studio D, Rm. 230.  A couple of coeds were in chairs
talking when Maggie took Clyde over to a desk to meet the teacher's assistant.
He was introduced to a tall, maybe 5' 11" strong looking woman named Terry,  "Hi
Sam, glad to meet you.  Dr. Baronger will be along shortly to start the class.
I'll see that you get ready."  She waved for him to follow her to behind the
screen close to the desk. "So Maggie tells us you are a weight lifter."

"Ah well, I'm just starting out you see."  Clyde said.

"That's great, if you end up competing, this kind of work will help you with
poise.  Now you can put your things there.  You can wait in this robe here.  Did
you bring your own posing pouch?"

"Ah, no."

"Well, then you are welcome to the school's wardrobe collection in here.  I'll
leave you to your business and I'll be right out here if you need me."

Clyde sat for a minute worrying about having the nerve to go through with it.
He decided to just take one step at a time.  "For now," he thought, "I'll just
get undressed and into a posing pouch, whatever that is."  He looked into the
chest and found several thong and bikini type things.  It was clear that just
his genitals would be covered in this ordeal.  He found a flesh colored thong
pouch figuring that if he looked totally nude, it would not be an issue.  He sat
in a short robe with three-quarter length sleeves, listening to the commotion
and chatter.  

Maggie came around the corner.  "How's it going?"

"I'm nervous."  Clyde admitted.

"When you feel nervous, just think of the two of us on a desert isle together
without a care in the world."  Maggie offered.

"Good evening class."  Dr. Baronger said entering

"Got to go. Good luck, and thank you."  Maggie said, blowing him a kiss.

Maggie was replaced at the screen's edge by a mid-thirties woman in large
glasses, hair done up tightly on her head wearing a white smock that covered her
clothes completely although it only came to her mid-thigh.  "Good evening.  I'm
Dr. Baronger.  We'll have you come out now."

Clyde's heart raced as he came around the screen to see the room filled with
coeds eager to begin their class. "Terry, pose 29 please."  Dr. Baronger went on
to explain light and shadow and its role in depicting three dimensionality and
the volume of objects in a two dimensional medium.  Terry worked with Clyde to
get in a pose that had him sidesaddle along the edge of a bench.  His head was
in profile looking off to the left.  His torso faced the front with a hand
resting on either side of him on the bench's front edge.  His legs were in
profile up against the front edge with his knees pointing to the left; his legs
were scissored apart with the right knee down and the leg resting on the ball of
the right foot.  The left leg was up resting flat on the sole of his foot to the
left of him.

Terry asked him if he'd have any trouble holding that pose, and he indicated he
wouldn't.  "… so do a quick sketch of what you see."  Dr. Baronger instructed,
and started to walk around looking at the results.  Aside from Clyde's heart
pounding loudly in his ears and feeling he was several shades of red more than
normal, he felt he might actually make it through the class after all.

Dr. Baronger picked up a couple of sketches and looked to be frustrated to a
degree with what she saw.  "This … and this … every one of these are showing
little shadowing.  Everything looks too smooth.  Okay, I realize we have a
subject tonight with smooth muscle tone like a swimmer.  Terry let's lose the
pouch and create some more challenging topography for them tonight.  That might
do it ..."

Clyde's eyes opened wide and he momentarily turned his head toward the professor
in disbelief as he realized the ramifications of her instructions.  He looked
around and caught Maggie's eye momentarily before returning to his pose.  She
looked down embarrassed for him because, without the pouch, his genitals would
be on display like Adam's on the Sistine Chapel Ceiling.  "May I have this Sam?"
Terry asked not waiting for an answer, and untied the last vestige of modesty
Clyde had.  Even Dr. Baronger skipped a beat in her lecturing to do a subtle
double take when she realized that Clyde's genitals, in addition to his entire
body, were completely shaved.

"Okay,"  Clyde thought, "Think unsexy thoughts.  Unsexy thoughts.  Shit!  That
Maggie, she'd better pay me back for this humiliation.  And it'd better be good
… like she should have to dance and strip naked for me while I get to watch."
Clyde tried to glance Maggie's way to see if she was picking up the thoughts in
his mind.  He didn't want her to forget the deal.  She'd better pay up.  I'd bet
that hot body of hers is pretty cute.  Oh shit.  Stop thinking about Maggie
nude.  Oh shit!  It's doing it.  Oh god …"  Clyde momentarily looked down at
"Jimmy" to find his body's ultimate betrayal to him, the unwanted erection.
"Quick, think about Maggie putting her clothes back on.  Shit.  Now what do I
do. 

Clyde's erection was throbbing and twitching.  He thought of all kinds of
unpleasant things.  He thought about being scolded by his mother.  He thought
about other embarrassing moments.  And, finally, he got a downward trend
happening, with an internal sign of relief.

"… and shadow.  Also, depicting reflection will show volume.  Terry, would you
please oil the subject while I adjust the lighting."  Dr. Baronger requested.

Terry brought a bottle of baby oil over to Clyde and poured some in her hands.
"We'll just put this on like this." She said applying the oil to his shoulders
and back.  She applied the oil to his legs and he grew another woody.  She hid a
smile from the class as she grazed Clyde's balls with her finger tips while
working inside his thighs.  Then she took his right hand, turned it palm up, and
poured some oil in it.  "Why don't you apply it yourself for this last part.  I
don't want to be responsible for what may happen."

Clyde reluctantly smeared the oil over his cock and balls.  He shuddered when he
coated the tip and looked sheepishly around for a split second to register if
anybody noticed the reaction.  "I've got to get my Jimmy to calm down.  Jeez,
she has me calling my penis by a name now."  Clyde thought to himself.  

Terry handed him a towel to wipe his hand off with, then placed it on the bench
where he would be placing his hand.  Clyde concentrated on as many other things
as he could to divert his mind from his excitement.  When he was successful
finally at zoning out from the goings on, his boner finally subsided.  At a
certain point he noticed his success, and turned his head to scan the class
proudly, expecting to see them all drawing diligently.  Rather, he found the
coeds in the front rows toying with their clothing impishly when they figured
they could get away with it without Dr. Baronger catching them.  Clyde
reflexively stopped his scanning to fixate on blouse buttons unbuttoning, legs
crossing in exaggerated fashion, fingers tracing pouting lips, and all sorts of
other harmless ploys to get his hormones flowing again.  He would try to resume
is posing to the left, but strained to look out the side of his right eye at the
teasing going on for his benefit.  Clyde was less concerned about the third
hardon he now had.  None of the others had been a big deal.  Until …

"Will subject please keep it up or down.  These are comparative series sketches
and they need the same pose for each one."  Dr. Baronger called to Clyde from
the back of the room.  Clyde was mortified at the direction.  It drew way more
attention to his woody than he was comfortable with.  "Now that it is back up,
and since most of these drawings are of it while up, will you please do what you
need to do to keep it up.  Thank you"

The class seemed endless.  The lighting was changed from several directions to
create shadowing and reflection possibilities for everyone in the room.  After
Clyde was required to keep it up, the game to tease him dissolved.  When Clyde
started to finally get his wish to have his erection go down, he had to think of
sexy thoughts to keep it up.  The island theme seemed to work pretty well for
him, Maggie with her lips on his cock, then Maggie frigging herself while he
watched, and finally Maggie straining to lower and raise herself down and up an
island fertility object.  But, a sense of shame filled him when the images
didn't come in fast or strong enough to keep his penis solid, and he finally had
to touch it a bit to keep it going.  "Thank you, Subject." Dr. Baronger called
from the floor, acknowledging his effort to follow her instructions.  Before
class ended, he needed to rub his erection fairly often and vigorously to
maintain the stiffness he had earlier when it had a mind of its own.  

Class ended with Dr. Baronger standing next to Clyde asking the class to thank
him with applause, and to please put their names on the sketches they were
turning in selected from the ones they did during the class.  They each passed
right by Clyde, who was wiping himself down with the towel to get as much oil
off as possible.  They gave him every manner of kittenish and coquettish smiles
as they passed.  Maggie was next to last in line and mouthed "I'll wait for you
out front."  As she passed in her work.

When everyone had left, including Terry, Dr. Baronger approached Clyde before he
could get up from the bench.  "I want to personally thank you for making such an
effort to be prepared for this session tonight."  She said taking off her smock
to reveal a white long-sleeved blouse tented out by her womanly features, a
short but business style skirt, and high heels that were all business as well.  

"You're welcome, Ma'am."  He replied, accepting credit where he could get it.

"I have never seen anyone shave all of their hair so that the students would
have to concentrate on nothing but the contours of your nice body."  She said,
taking off her glasses, and letting down her long straight hair.  Then standing
with her hands on her shapely hips, she said, "I expected maybe your legs, arms,
and torso since I was told you were a weightlifter."  She walked over to the
door, pulled down the shade, locked it, and came back saying,  "But, I'm very
impressed that you did your manhood as well.  Your skin is so smooth, it makes
me want to touch it."  Clyde swallowed with difficulty.  "May I?"  Clyde nodded.
His erection was working his way back to attention on its own.  She put a hand
on his shoulder and glided it down his arm taking the robe down with it, while
unbuttoning her blouse with the other.  She straddled the bench behind him and
unbuttoned the remaining buttons while commenting on the smooth feel of his
skin.  She reached back and unhooked her bra and slid it off, then pulled him
back to her nipples with her hands on his deltoids.  She scooted forward to mash
her breasts into his back, nuzzling her cheek into his neck. "I'm sorry you
needed to keep it up for most of the class.  I'll make it up to you now, if you
like."  She said sliding her hands down to his stomach to his shaved pubic area.
Clyde tried to nod his eager assent, but her nuzzling had him just moan it
instead.  She sent her hands down a little ways along the tops of his thighs
instead of continuing down between them, driving him a little crazy with
anticipation.  Then her hands left him altogether, and he could feel her body
retreat off of his back.  "Would you help me with this?"  She asked standing and
stepping off the bench.

"Yes Ma'am!" Clyde said emphatically after turning around to see as perfect a
set of breasts on a woman of any age he had ever seen or imagined in his
lifetime.

The professor turned around showing him the zipper.  He reached for it and
pulled it down relishing every click that was making way his view of her panty
covered rear.  After the skirt fell, she turned and put her wrists on his
shoulders allowing all the looks he wanted of her body before asking him to
please lower her panties for her.  As the panties fell the rest of the way to
the floor from her legs padding in place, Clyde hugged his face into her furry
triangle, as if by reflex, causing Dr. Baronger to moan now.  She guided him up
with her hands, and backed him up to, then down onto the bench.  She swung her
shapely, athletic leg over his head and straddled her pussy over his face.
Clyde knew what to do and crunched up to give her an acknowledging kiss.  "Oh
you wonderful man, you,"  She uttered, and kissed the base of his cock to signal
back her intentions.  She lowered her cunt to his face and he started a steady
and artful tongue lashing of her zone from the experience he had gained at the
Beta Delt house.  She moaned and licked his cock up and down while trying to
carry on a one way conversation with him.  "Um, Sam, that's nice.  You know how
to treat a woman right.  Umm, Sam, were you told there would be, umm, some money
in the job tonight?"  Sam stopped, as if to check if he heard her right.  Then
when she resumed on him, he resumed on her.  "Sam," she said, then put his whole
cock in her mouth for a second, "my budget is really tight for this department.
Oh yes, that's nice please don't stop that, yes that.  Umm, might I pay you this
time by doing this some more of this for you?"  She said, then put her mouth
over the head of his penis and swirled her tongue around its corona before he
could say anything.  She stopped, "If it's yes, don't say a thing, just do what
you're doing and don't stop."  Then she put her mouth back on, not giving him a
break in the sensation long enough to rally his forces to have her stop.  "Oh
Sam." She said with her mouth full of his sausage. "Oh Sam, tha … UMMMM …" She
said moaning and sucking, as her body rocked through her own uncontrollable
orgasm.  When she was collected enough to concentrate fully on her task, she had
Clyde reeling from the most impressive mouth job he'd ever thought possible.  He
was so limp following his after contractions, he nearly fell asleep due to
exhaustion from the total day's events.  He snapped awake instinctively before
going completely under and found Dr. Baronger looking fairly businesslike again
buttoning up the last few buttons of her blouse.  

"Uh, I guess it's time for me to go now."  He said, padding over to the screen
to quickly put his clothes back on.  

When he stepped out from behind the screen, Dr. Baronger was ready with her
business suit back on, hair done up, glasses back in place, and her briefcase in
her hand.  "Thank you very much Sam.  You did a very good job."  She said
holding the door open for him.

He hurried on ahead, in case Maggie was waiting for him.  She was sitting on the
front steps worried and bored when Clyde showed up.  "What took you so long?  I
thought maybe you'd ducked out a back way because you were mad at me or
something."

"Why should I be mad at you?"  Clyde asked with a smile."

"Well, uh, I don't know.  But what were you doing for so long?"  She inquired.

"Well, I had to clean up, and then she had me wait."  He answered.

"Wait for what exactly?"  She asked puzzled.

"For my payment, of course."  He replied with a smile.


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