Subject: THC: Cherisse (mf mast romantic)
From: Tommy@f26.n340.z1.fidonet.org
Date: 1996/08/06
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories

			       Cherisse
				  by
			     Non de Plume

	Finally, after years of sacrifice, struggle and discipline,
Cherisse Thomas had it all together; or almost all, anyway. After
graduating from Columbia School of Journalism with high honors she had
joined a national newsmagazine as a reporter. Through incisive
intelligence and hard work she had risen in twelve short years to
National News Editor, a highly sought and powerful post. Travel was
frequent but not enough to make her feel homeless. Through fierce
dedication to aerobics, her body was in the best shape of her life.
Slender and tall, the 34 year-old woman was a pleasing sight to
herself in the morning, an accomplishment in itself and not solely
dependent on her body. Her breasts were B cup but perky, with large
nipples, especially when they were cold or she was turned-on. Her hips
were proportional for a woman and she had no cellulite that she could
see. She was especially found of her rear-end, on which she worked
many painful hours in the gym. When she was working out her glutes
were quite defined. At rest she just had a fabulous tush.

	She dressed extremely well and spent a large part of her time
and money on clothes. Her style was might be called Power Woman
Executive. Conservative but not asexual, she wore suits quite often
but was partial to skirts and dresses and owned few pantsuits. Her
evening attire, especially when going to a non-business cocktail party
could be daring and provocative. No party of her friends, at least
none that she went to, was completely non-business and she used the
opportunity to be sexy to impress business associates.

	Her Upper East Side apartment was spacious and had a decent
view of the East River. One of her several hobbies was scouring the
considerable resources of the City for objects d'art, small sculpture,
and paintings of yet-to-be-discovered artists. She splurged on her
abode; she wanted it to be an extension of her taste and identity.

	Over the years she had accumulated a comfortable group of
friends of both sexes although her closest ones were women. She spent
many hours speaking to them during the evening and a loose affiliation
went to the opera, off-Broadway plays, and skiing in Vermont and Lake
Tahoe. Cherisse had gone with several women friends to Europe last
summer and they had been awed by Italy's masterpieces.

	Yes, she had it all; a challenging, important and powerful
job, a decent apartment in the most interesting city in the U.S,
excellent health, good friends, and enough satisfaction to be
comfortable but not content. What she did not have was a man. This was
her tragic flaw; and by her own choosing. Something had to give. She
couldn't do it all and please a man also. She'd tried but it always
came down to time priorities and she just didn't need a man enough to
put him above everything else. Sooner or later they all demanded that.
Sooner or later, she refused. Mostly now she was alone in her bed,
satisfying herself often enough.

	Then one day, and without her realizing it, her body slowly
began to change. Recently content to masturbate once a week or even
once every several weeks, she now found herself beating off several
times a week and having multiple orgasms when she did so. This
surprised her as her body was always content with just one when she
was alone and almost always when she was with someone.

	Cherisse became more inventive in her technique. One night
while relaxing in the tub and casually stroking her pussy lips and
clitoris she wondered what running water would feel like. Flipping the
drain down, she turned on the hot and cold and adjusted carefully to
just the right temperature. Sliding forward and tilting her hips up
she managed to get the rather forceful stream pounding right into her.
She was surprised at how good it felt. As exciting as but different
from a vibrator. She was amazed at how quickly this was building and,
in no time came in a shuddering climax that washed up and down her
body. Keeping herself positioned there, she found herself building to
another climax, this one more vehement, and then, after awhile,
another. Not quite believing it, she discovered her hips moving
fluidly and her muscles tensing for yet another climax. She said to
herself, "Enough!" and turned off the water. Whew, she'd better stop!
She hadn't come this much ever. It sort of scared her. Oh, but it felt
so good!

	Always before, Cherisse had managed to keep sex completely out
of her work environment. Whenever friends had recounted sexual or
near-sexual experiences that happened at work things always turned out
badly; boundaries were crossed, feelings hurt, working relationships
damaged. Cherisse had, early on, sworn to remain completely asexual
in her work environment. Lately however, she found herself getting
turned on at work for no apparent reason. Her pussy would get wet, of
all things. No matter that she was now masturbating every night, the
tingling down there was insistent and distracting. Finally one day she
had to concentrate on an important story and decided to try to beat
off in the ladies room. Choosing the last stall and putting down the
paper seat protector, she slid her panties down to her shoes so she
could open her legs enough. She then realized that women looking for
an empty stall would see them and, if they were bright, wonder why.
You didn't need to pull your panties all the way down just to pee.
Cherisse pulled them over her shoes and stuffed them in her purse,
noting they were wet completely through the lined crotch.

	Cherisse began to slowly stroke herself now. Slowly because
she couldn't make any noise. Slowly because she didn't want to come so
hard she lost control. Her pussy was very wet now and very sensitive.
As she stroked from her opening up over her clit a deep thrill coursed
through her body. This was one of the best feelings she had ever had.
It didn't take long for her body to begin its climb to orgasm and she
slowed her movements even more. The tension kept building and she
stopped to let it come down but not for long - she couldn't resist.
Then she stopped again, stroked two or three times, stopped and dared
herself to do it one more time. That was it, over the top in a silent
but deeply thrilling climax. After luxuriating in its pleasure for
what seemed an eternity, she slowly came back to reality. Using gobs
of toilet paper to carefully pat herself dry she decided not to put
her wet underwear back on. This alone was exciting and, although now
able to concentrate, she found herself thrilled at her own nautiness
for the rest of the day. If some people only knew!

	A few days later, in her office with the door closed and
strict instructions to her secretary not to be disturbed so she could
read the first draft of the departmental annual report, Cherisse was
walking with her head stuck in the report and bumped into the curved
corner of her spacious desk. It happened to hit her exactly in her
pubic mound and sent a wildly pleasurable shock through her body.
Reflexively looking around to see if anyone saw her she realized she
was alone. Unable to resist and intrigued by the novelty, she pushed
herself into the corner again. It felt even better than before. Yet
she had to get this report read! Becoming engrossed in it again, her
body moved forward as if drawn by a hidden force and the desk nudged
her pussy once more. Refusing to give in to this she tried to keep
reading but her body had other ideas. She said to herself, "Oh, what
the hell. This won't take long." Holding the report up so that if
surprised she could just back away from the desk she started
rhythmically bumping her pussy against the desk. And then grinding
herself against it. Before long the desperately longed for climax
came. Just one this time.

	Backing away from the desk and straightening her dress, she
was horrified to discover a spot right at her crotch. Oh, this was an
emergency! What to do? Well she supposed she could put her long coat
on and go home and change but there was so much work to do. With great
effort she got control of herself and sat down behind her desk. Maybe
it will dry without a spot! She resumed reading the report, sneaking
looks at her crotch and worrying. After about half an hour the spot
did dry but left a mark on the peach colored fabric, sort of like a
watermark, like she had peed herself! Well, she would just have to
stay in her room the rest of the day. You had to look hard to see it
anyway.

	About an hour later she got a call from her boss - staff
meeting in 15 minutes! Now she was in trouble! Thinking quickly she
decided to be the first person in the meeting and sitting when
everyone else arrived. Gathering her papers and holding them somewhat
awkwardly in front of her crotch she hustled out of her office to the
conference room. Striding down the hall with no one around she breezed
into the conference room. Already there was David, whom she knew
desired her. Startled, she dropped the papers. David must have
glimpsed her faint pussy juice stain, if he was quick and observant,
which, of course, he was. His body language revealed it. Cherisse
turned scarlet, which David also noticed. They exchanged the briefest
of looks that acknowledged their new secret. The meeting was
uneventful. Afterward, Cherisse pretended to be reading something
until everyone left. The rest of the day went without further
embarrassment but she knew that David would attempt to capitalize on
his new knowledge of her, without ever saying out loud what it was.

	Cherisse decided that day that there must be something wrong
with her. Why had her sexual drive increased so much? Who could help
her? Rifling through her Rolodex, she found her gynecologist and asked
for an emergency appointment. When his receptionist said not before
next Tuesday, Cherisse asked to speak to the doctor himself. Calling
her back some time later, Cherisse said she must see him but couldn't
talk about the ailment over the phone. Dr. Brown said, "I'll be in my
office tonight. Come over about 8 p.m."

	Dr. Charles Brown's reception area was standard, if upscale,
bright and pleasant. Tonight, as never before, it was empty, as was
the reception area. Cherisse wondered what to do when the Doctor came
hurrying in.

	"Good evening, Ms. Thomas. All my staff has left for the day.
Please follow me. Oh, that doesn't bother you does it?"

	"No, of course not. I just appreciate seeing me on such short
notice."

	Past the antiseptic and bright examining rooms Cherisse
followed Dr. Brown into a room she had never been. Almost the epitome
of a man's library, it was all dark wood, leather, books, and dimly
lit. There was no overhead light, only a Tiffany lamp on an enormous
walnut desk with a leather inlaid top. This could be a movie set,
Cherisse thought to herself as she demurely settled into a comfortable
high-backed leather chair in front of the desk.

	"Well, Ms. Thomas, what can I do for you?"

	Cherisse was more than a little embarrassed by what she had to
say and paused for an uncomfortably long time.

	"What I have to talk to you about Doctor, is even more
personal than a normal visit with my feet in the stirrups," Cherisse
blurted out. She noticed that he seemed somewhat startled by the
brazen statement and was bracing himself for what was to come.

	"First of all, please call me Cherisse," she said.

	"Of course, Cherisse. And you can call me Charles," Dr. Brown
replied.

	Cherisse, despite her famous self-control, squirmed in her
seat. "Doc... Charles, my body has changed. It's playing tricks on
me."

	"What kind of tricks, Cherisse. Have you missed a period,"
Charles responded in a reassuring tone.

	"No... , my desire level has gone way up," Cherisse tortuously
confessed. She took careful note of Charles's reaction.

	Charles was in his early forties, had a pleasant yet strong
face and a full head of black hair with a hint of gray. He appeared to
keep himself in good shape and was friendly, if always busy, when
Cherisse saw him. Now though, Cherisse had caught him off guard. At
night, no staff, in his hideaway office, he was more open. That was a
definite blush. Cherisse wondered if he was hard in back of his desk.

	After some time, a pregnant pause as they say, Charles
responded, "Well, Ms... er... Cherisse, we could give you some tests
of hormone levels and such but we don't thoroughly understand how they
regulate sexual desire. Mostly it comes from the mind."

	Cherisse was somewhat frustrated by this answer and blurted
"Charles, this is not a sexual situation here is it?"

	"No, Cherisse. It's not," Charles answered quickly.

	"Well how come I am so lubricated I'm afraid I'm making a spot
on my skirt!" Cherisse could not believe she had just said that! That
was outrageous! There was absolute silence as both were completely
tongue tied. Cherisse knew Charles was hard now, she hoped as turned
on as she was. Yet he was motionless. She had to do something.

	"Could you just examine me to see if there is anything wrong,"
Cherisse finally asked. She knew that no physical examination could
reveal the cause of her problem but she needed to be touched. Perhaps
he'd go along with the fiction.

	After a what seemed like an eternity, Dr. Brown said, "Yes,
Cherisse. Why don't you go into the first examining room, get
undressed, and I'll be there in a few minutes."

	Making a slow and uncharacteristically awkward departure from
the wood and leather office, Cherisse found the examining room. She
wished the lights weren't so bright. Quickly stepping out of her
clothes, she noticed her panties were completely soaked. Oh god how
she hated the paper dressing gown. She wished she could just be naked.
Deciding to don it for appearances, she leaned on the table, the
dreaded table.

	Presently Dr. Brown, Charles came in and Cherisse noticed he
made no effort to hide his erection. "Please get up on the table, Ms.
Thomas, Cherisse"

	It was impossible to be graceful in the gown but Cherisse did
the best she could and reluctantly put her feet in the stirrups. As
she did so she pulled the gown up to her waist so she could see
Charles between her legs.

	Charles slid the examining stool on wheels around and pulled
up to do his work. Cherisse noticed a started look on his face and
realized he was seeing how wet she was and how engorged her clitoris
and labia appeared. This must have been a quite rare event for a gyn.

	Cherisse said, "I told you I was lubricated."

	Charles cleared his throat and said, "Yes, I see." Almost
reflexively, he reached for the speculum and started slowly inserting
it. It slid in very easily. After shining his little flashlight up
there, he declared, "I've never seen this in person. Your vagina is
inflated and your cervix is dipping. One would guess you are very
close to having a climax."

	Cherisse rousing herself, responded "I am. All you need to do
is touch my clitoris and I believe I will."

	Withdrawing the speculum and without saying a word, Charles
gently and gingerly touched the quite protruding bud. Sure enough,
Cherisse's body shivered, first gently, then more convulsively.
Charles kept stroking her clit and Cherisse's convulsions got more and
more vehement. Cherisse was moaning, almost yelping now, and her body
was arching up and down on the table. In a very deep and dusky voice
even she didn't recognize, she commanded, "Put your cock in me now!"

	Charles sprung to his feet and rapidly undid his belt and
dropped his pants. His magnificent cock sprung from his boxers as he
pulled them down. Stepping forward with his cock sprung upwards at 45
degrees, he came near Cherisse's hungry pussy. It had been so long
since a cock had been in there. She slipped forward on the table to
meet his cock which slid oh-so-slowly into her. She clamped her pussy
around it wanting to suck it in. It felt so good. Soon his pubic bone
was against her clit which gave her another jolt, another mini-climax.
She said "Slowly. I want it to last"

	Charles did as he was told, sliding his cock in extreme slow-
motion into the most wonderful feeling pussy he had ever visited.
Cherisse, being in excellent physical shape and now so sexually
active, had a well developed PC muscle. Her pussy was almost hollow
inside but clamped his cock tightly at the entrance. Every time he
slid in to the hilt, Cherisse felt a wave of pleasure wash through
her. He was glad they were going slow since he could come at any
minute and it was only a few before he did, explosively. As his cum
squirted from him, Cherisse came vehemently and wonderfully. She
couldn't remember anything feeling so good.

	After a few minutes Charles reluctantly withdrew and was soon
acting visibly anxious. This was a very dangerous accident that had
ruined other doctor's careers and lives. A single slip, a single
moment of abandon and his life might be ruined. Cherisse knew
immediately what was bothering him and asked, gently, for some paper
and pen. She hastily but expertly penned a "For whom it may concern,"
letter admitting the incident was initiated by her and absolving Dr.
Charles Brown of any culpability. When he read it, tears welled up in
Charles' eyes and he kissed Cherisse's face and eyelids and cheeks. He
was so relieved.

	In spite of the intense thrill of the incident in Dr. Brown's
office, Cherisse remained chaste, except for her own increasingly
frequent and inventive self-ministrations. She just did not have the
time to hunt for a lover and certainly not the inclination to endure
the indignities of the bar scene. One way she had learned to cope was
to sit at her desk with her legs crossed a certain way and swing the
upper leg just so. She was able to make herself come without appearing
to a casual passerby to be doing anything the slightest bit elicit.

	At least it appeared that way to everyone except David. The
first time he caught her, he came rushing suddenly into her office
with papers in his hand and started talking before looking up. He
caught just a moment, just a glint in Cherisse's eye, that she might
have other things on her mind than business. He stumbled just a moment
and Cherisse was thankful he appeared to dismiss it rapidly.

	The second time Cherisse was not so lucky. This time she had
been at it for awhile and her eyes were closed and mouth open when she
heard a sound and looked up to see David looking questioningly and
with great interest at her now flushed face. They did not speak.
David's eyes said, "I know what you were doing." Cherisse's eyes
answered, "Yes, I'm so bad. I can't help myself."

	Cherisse found herself glancing at David's crotch and noticing
a now growing bulge there. David, becoming self-conscious, walked over
to the door and closed it, then sat down on the couch. He said one
word, "Continue." The word was electric and the first open
acknowledgement of the tension between them. Cherisse now had no
choice but to continue. She started swinging her leg again but this
time did not close her eyes, fascinated instead with watching David
slowly stroke his cock through his pants. The pressure for climax was
extreme in them both now and Cherisse uncrossed her legs and pulled
her skirt up enough to stroke her pussy through her panties. Suddenly
David grunted and Cherisse came marvelously herself. They shared a
moment, just a moment. David got up and started to move toward the
door. Cherisse knew he had to go to the bathroom to try to prevent the
spot on his trousers from becoming too big. She said, "Come back. I
will have a present for you."

	Oh she was wicked these days. Walking to the women's room a
discreet time after David left her office, she removed her panties and
put on the fresh pair that she always carried. Back in her office,
David finally came in and stood at her desk. She held out her fist and
put her wet panties in his hand. He reflexively brought them to his
nose and, quite to Cherisse's delight, groaned and grunted for several
seconds and then rushed off to the men's room again. He told her later
that he had come spontaneously a second time and was quite pleased
with and amazed at himself. He told he also masturbated at work.

	Somehow they ended up at dinner that evening, David had called
her or vice versa, she didn't recall. It was inevitable, the
attraction between them was now so animal that niceties and
inhibitions they once had had vanished. Luckily, or by plan, they
ended up at an intimate, yet uncrowded Italian restaurant with very
private booths. Cherisee had her hand on David's lap and was totally
fascinated with the feel of him. She had had enough of stroking
herself, this was much more interesting. His ability to get hard
repeatedly also fascinated her. Now, partway through the antipasto,
she had his zipper down and his cock out. With great difficulty, she
avoided plunging her mouth down on his cock. In the meantime she
contented herself with getting to know this beautiful organ. What a
curious thing a cock was, so soft to the touch but complex, with veins
and ridges, and yet demanding in its turgidity. She knew that soon it
would be inside her and this gave it another dimension or identity.
Here was an instrument of her pleasure, of her lover's pleasure, and
of the joining of their bodies, however too brief it always was. She
could not take her hand off it and learned much that evening of how to
eat one-handed.

	From her lover's face she felt the ember-glow of mutual
attraction and the opening of each of them, the peeling away of layers
of defense. The courage to say, in many ways, "I want you. I desire
you. I want to taste you. Do with me what you will"

	As they hurried back to her apartment they couldn't keep their
hands from roaming over each other's bodies. Completely without shame
in the taxicab, they fondled and stroked and passionately kissed. As
Cherisse fumbled with her keys at her door, David was stroking her
ass, her perfect ass. Once inside, Cherisse said, "Please, David,
let's go slow. I want to remember every detail."

	They went directly to her bedroom and one by one did a slow
striptease. They both had bodies to be proud of. Cherisse went first
and when David was done she knelt in front of him to worship his
enormous and straining cock. She wanted to taste his cum. She wanted
to intimately know every inch of his masculinity. Slowly licking his
balls and sucking them one-by-one into her mouth she relished every
wrinkle, his smell, his obvious enjoyment of her ministrations.
Licking the underside of the shaft of his penis, she gradually worked
up to the head, still without encircling it. His cockhead had a very
pronounced crown surrounding it and Cherisse nibbled at it with her
full lips. She was driving him crazy and loving it. Finally coming to
the head and licking the slit, she slipped it through her lips. He
gasped and his cock strained even more. Cherisse now plunged her mouth
down the shaft until she could feel the head nudge the back of her
throat. David was moaning. She now had a mission. She wanted him to
come in her mouth right now! Faster now, she felt his balls contract
and the muscles in his legs and his ass, which she was now embracing,
tense. She knew it was close and soon, with a loud almost scream, he
blasted salty cum into her mouth. Swallowing as rapidly as she could
she didn't want to lose a drop. Slowly he calmed down and Cherisse
realized how close she was to coming. Standing now and kissing David
passionately, she positioned her legs around his thigh so, with just a
little movement she could rub her clit on him. She was already wildly
turned on. It didn't take her long to come in a shuddering climax. Her
legs and arms held him tight as her head was thrown back in total
ecstasy. They collapsed on the bed.

	After a few long and delightful moments of recovery, they
rolled around together to feel their bodies against each other.
Cherisse rolled over to get spooned by David and then he rolled over
to get spooned by her. David got on top and then Cherisse sprawled
over his manly and hairy body. They had not spoken since the
restaurant. The method of communication they were using now was so
much deeper and honest. David was kissing and sucking and pinching her
nipples now and it felt so good. It was a direct line down to her
pussy and she started moaning. David felt powerful now that he could
arouse this beautiful and desirable woman, one he had desired for so
long. His cock just wouldn't stay down, not that he wanted it to.

	Leaning over and kissing her nipples, he moved down her flat
stomach, below her navel and grazed his lips over the down above her
pubic hair. Then moving into the dark, uncut (but not virgin) forest
of pubic hair the intoxicating smell of this very aroused woman
transported him into another plane of reality. Moving further south he
lightly licked her already soaking wet thighs and then her labia. Her
legs spread to accommodate him and he found her swollen clit and
sucked it into his mouth. She reflexively thrust up to meet him and he
grasped her so-fine asscheeks in his hands. Licking in earnest now he
wanted to taste, to eat her. He found the bottom of her vaginal
opening, the spot between her anus and her hole and teased it with his
tongue. Moving up he inserted his tongue as far as he could into her
cunt and then licked up over her clit again. Now he knew she was close
to coming so he clamped his mouth around her mons and flicked her clit
with his tongue. Almost at once her legs squeezed his head as her body
arched in a climax that lasted for at least 30 seconds. David kept
his mouth on her mons but did not flick her clit, he knew how
sensitive it must be. Soon her body relaxed and he gently removed his
face. It was smeared with her wetness and he loved it, loved the odor,
loved the moment.

	His cock was rock hard and he moved up to her inviting crotch
and rubbed his cock up and down her labia, feeling the intensity, the
slickness, the importance of the moment. He was about to enter the
woman he desired for so long, the woman he loved. Yes, he loved her!
He finally had to admit it to himself. Not able to restrain himself
any longer he slipped, oh-so-easily into her, all the way to the hilt.
It felt like heaven, like home.

	Cherisse said, "It feels so good, David. You have the best
cock, the best! David, please fuck me hard now."

	That was all he needed. Letting go he allowed his body to have
its will, which was to pound, very fast and hard now, into this lovely
and unbelievably sexy woman whom he loved. Pounding furiously and
bumping her pubic bone with every thrust, the two of them were
transported into mutual ecstasy and orgasm.

	Afterward, they lay together for a long time, maybe hours,
just basking in the glow of the best sex either of them had ever had,
by far. The next morning they realized that this was a big event in
their lives - possibly life-changing.