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THE USUAL:  This story contains specific and vivid portrayal of sexual
activities between consulting adults and if you are not eighteen years of age,
you are, by some law that is on the books of your State, Country or Planet,
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and it will be a brand new day.  Don't miss it!


                                   Your Office
      And "You" know who "You" are and whereof I speak. :-)

   We'd been teasing the hell out of each other.  I don't know, somehow we
always seemed to get to the 'what I'd be doing to you if I were there' portion
of each Instant Message conversation.  God!  The things we said.  Take any one
of a hundred and it could drive you nuts just thinking about it.
   Well, this morning we seemed to be in unusual heat.  I told you about what I
imagineered just after you dropped off the phone line yesterday and you told me
how nice it would be to have me in your office after the evening's session
finished up.  ... I think the operative word was "have."
   There are trips and then there are 'trips,' I guess.  In my afternoon letter
I wrote that I might just be able to get away tonight and, in checking my
E-mail just after my wife left the house, you sent merely a smiley along with
"I'll look in.  You know where my office is.
   So, there I was, sitting in your office in the not unpleasant dimness.  I
didn't want to turn on the light lest I  would have to explain who the hell I
was to any passerby, so I just settled back in your desk chair and contemplated
the peacefulness of the evening and, 'yes,' looking at the nick-nacks on your
desk.  Hah!  They say you can tell a lot about a person from the things on the
wall, pictures on the desk, and so forth.  Your things just suggested a very
pleasant person with a zest for family and life.  
   ...... Wonder what those people would think if you'd had a trophy mounted
six and three quarter's inch hard on mounted on a regal shaped mounting board?
   I must admit that the crazy thought passed through my mind to take off every
stitch of clothing I was wearing.  It certainly was warm enough but, thinking
better of such a nutty idea, I decided to wait you out au-civilian.
   Oh, and as the time approached your getting out of your meeting, I DID come
up with several hardons - all of which I did nothing about.
   OK, I did slide my thumb and forefinger down on my trousers to sense the
shape of me pointing downwards along my thigh.
   
   There were moments when I though my thirty-four mile trip would come - cum?
- to naught.  I heard the hard sound of heels clacking over the linoleum floors
on several occasions or man/woman footsteps passing by.
   Voices off in the distance.  Laughter.  
   Damn!  Where were you!

   "Hi sexy!" you said in a low voice as you entered the doorway.  "Been
waiting long."
   Wow!  Talk about being snapped back into reality!  I neither heard or saw
you.  Must have been in a trance or something.
   Shifting the coat over your arm, you reached behind you and pulled the door
closed behind you.  You turned and leaned slightly, attending the door.  In my
ears, I heard a slight click as the door latch moved home.
   "There!" you whispered, "we're all alone."
   Rising as you came towards me, I stood up circling my arms around your
familiar body.  The smell of that which is you filled my nose and your body
pressed against mine as our mouths closed on each other.
   In an instant, my tongue slid across your lower lip and I relaxed my mouth,
opening it, you opening yours and I gently inhaled the breath from your lungs. 
Full of you, our wet lips kissed again.  Then you covered my mouth and began to
pull the air from within me.  I exhaled gently.
   "God I love that," you said as our faces nuzzled against each other.
   I could feel the warmth of your face radiating into mine and the feel of you
squirming your 38Ds into my chest.
   "Me too," I said in a quiet voice, "me too."  I thrust my pelvis against
your equally responsive belly, knowing your must be able to feel my cock's
shape against your clothing.  In the back of my mind, I recalled your having
said something about dropping to your knees.  That's all you did say in our IM
session: you didn't have to say anything more than that .... I knew exactly
what you meant and, God! I knew exactly how fucking good it felt when your warm
wet mouth sucked down hard on my cock.
   Phew!  You loved my cock as much as I loved burying my head into your pussy.
 .... We were MADE for sixty-nine and, hell, you could toss a coin for who was
on the top or on the bottom.
   You slid your cheek across my face, your head turning, your lips coming
close to my ear.  It felt like a warm, almost liquid river of air spilling over
my ear.
   "Lift my dress .... from the hem dear.  Lift it straight up my sides."
   Your face pulled away from my ear and I felt the broadside of your tongue
slide over my cheek on its way to my nose, my mouth.
   Saying nothing, other than thinking an internal "Hmmmm?" I moved away from
the warmth of your solid and curvaceous body.  Leaning, I felt my fingertips
slide underneath the hem of your skirt, closed the soft material in my fingers
and, as instructed - lightly pressing my hands against the outside of your legs
- I moved upwards with my eyes watching everything in front of me.
   Higher and higher your dress came up.  my hands traveled upwards the dim-lit
 of your profile.  Half way up - against your thighs, I paused and gathered up
the material of your dress in my hands so that whatever was to be revealed,
would be revealed at the height of my hands.
   Scrunching more of your dress, feeling it's resistance, I began upwards once
again.
   White hosed legs changed to stockinged legs.  Ummm!  Garter belt straps and,
as I rose higher, the final confirmation of ONLY a garter belt whose flesh
slashing straps accentuated your skin and the inward curving shaved pussy I
knew so well.
   Sensing my cessation, you said slowly, "Allllll the way up."
   Turning my head to look at the expression on your face, I straighten a bit,
watching your dress rise over your belly and garter belt and, then, in one
single motion, I lifted your dress straight into the air.
   Your thrusting breasts, cased with a deep cleaving white brassiere greeted
my eyes and your head disappeared into the dark material of your dress as you
squirmed inside.
   With a shake of your hair, you stood before me in the darkness of your
office wearing just two ... well four, if you include shoes .. pieces of
clothing.
   Taking your dress from my hands, I watched your fingers ease down the zipper
on the back of your dress.
   "Just a sec," you said, "have to make sure I can get back in easy."
   Impishly, you looked into my eyes.  "Fast too," you added.
   Your hands arranged your dress on the floor sort of like an upside down
donut.  I pondered some unknown voice or a rap on the door as we did what we
surely were going to do .... whatever that was going to be: I was still
dressed.  On the other hand, YOU were blatantly near-naked and you could stay
that way: it was fine with me - I knew that it was going to be either eating
you .... and you know how I love to do that ... or fucking you.  Or getting
sucked off while I watched.
   Other than 'noise,' the possibilities were almost excruciatingly delicious.
   With a slight pirouette ending in a brief, statue-like pause, you asked,
"Like this?"
   The look across your face told me that you liked doing your private
performance.

   The "Want me?" stance ended and you drew me into your body with strong arms.
 The brow of your head turned upwards for another kiss and I felt you orbiting
your breasts against my chest.
   "Remember what I said about my desk?" you asked.
   Oh yeah, that was easy.  You'd said it was sturdy and that you could lean
back against the wall while I sat in your chair eating your pussy.  Huh.  Your
desk did seem unusually clear of clutter as I'd waited for you.
   Without pause, your hands slid into mine and you backed towards your desk,
pulling me along.  The chair rolled just off to the right and I watched you
hoist your bare buns on the desk, easing backwards towards the wall.
   "Get the chair," you urged.
   Pulling the chair, feeling its seat just behind the top of my calves, I sat
down.  The sight of you squirming right in front of me, your shaved pussy
cutting a slash between your legs, the garter belt.  God!  It melted my heart. 
Or my balls.  I wasn't quite sure which.
   As my hands reached out and dropped on your stockinged knees, you shifted
again.
   "Ohhh no," you said.  "You've got to have your pants down for this. 
Wouldn't want you not to be ready ... like a Boy Scout ... you know."
   "Oh, OK," I replied, feeling my erect cock underneath my trousers take
another surge.
   With hardly a wasted motion, my belt came undone, the front button of my
light gray trousers slid from its catch and I pulled my zipper all the way
down.  
   Looking at you, feeling my now unconstrained hips, I just let go of my
trousers which, with no underwear, fell silently down around my ankles
revealing a rock hard erection pointing just slightly more up than horizontal. 
Inside my ass, I clamped my sphincter muscles and felt my cock twitch in the
air.
   "Ooooooooo!  I didn't feel THAT much," you said, batting my wobbling penis
with your left foot.
   You scrunched forward, away from the wall, sitting up and leaning forward to
take my cock in your hand.
   "Oh honey," you said, "I was going to invite you to eat me, but I think we
have something entirely different at hand.
   Down below, I could feel you stroking my cock with a languid, testing
motion.  You shoulders dipped down and I could feel you press my cock to the
limits of its downward direction.
   "Oh yes," you breathed. "Fuck me with this!"
   Shifting with urgency, you planted your arms behind you and leaned back. 
Your legs parted widely and your crotch eased forward to the edge of the desk.
   "Stab me!  Oh God!  Fuck me with it Robbie," you said with that sense of
urgency in the back of your throat.
   My hands dropped to my cock and, holding it from the base, I pressed against
the lips of your pussy.  They blushed warmly with heat all over my hardon's
end.  I could feel you against the nudging rim of my cock
   I looked down .... crazily wondering if the angle was right or wrong ... how
I could get inside you ... Now!.
   Braced, almost quivering, you lunged your pelvis against my stiffened cock,
splaying your legs yet further open.  I moved, you moved and, like a warm rose
cup of lotion, your pussy opened and I felt and saw my arousal sinking into
that sweet, sweet space.
   Glancing down, thrusting gently forward into your pussy, I watched my rimed
warhead vanish into the mouth of your clamping vagina.  Tension of dry upon dry
triggered along the forward end and I pulled back to ease your comfort.  My
cock gleamed with your delicious coating of slick moisture.  With lust, I
thrust into you again, sinking another inch - two inches into the  cradle of
your crotch.
   Gahhhhh!  Easing out again, feeling you slither over my cock's hardness. 
IN.  Deeper - back again, coating my turgid, all feeling rod, sensing the
slipperiness of your cunt absorbing me easily .... richly ... inch by inch.
   With need, I leaned forward, craining down, kissing your heaving breast,
weaving my tongue along the line of your brassiere, feeling my cock, your pussy
mating joining in desire ... together  ... deeper and deeper.  
   Ahhhhh!  I felt like my cock was a huge, giant tool - a meaty probe - going
deep into your body; a probe which became second by second ALLLLlllllll the
more easy to thrust and pull in your canal of oiled heaven.
   "Ohhhh God!" I exclaimed feeling the rushing excitement of being almost
totally buried and gripped inside the darkened depths of your cunt.
   Almost out of control, yet IN-control, I grasped the taut meat of your legs
- your calves - and lifted upwards against your cock absorbing tremors, lifted
your legs upwards in my needing hands and rammed my entire length into your
fuck-sweet vagina.
   "Ahhhhhhooooo," we both groaned, out minds urgently reminding us that this
was no time to be totally unleashed in voice and mind.
   God! It felt good

   (Author's note:  My!  There we were, fucking like sex-starved minks, engaged
in wild, slurp sucking passion and JUST at the moment I felt that the tale was
really ramping up - so to speak - "Ringgggg," goes the phone.   Geeze!  Talk
about being drawn away from the spirit of the moment or even the now past felt
consideration of just having to whip it, jack off (probably standing up so I
could spurt cum all over the desk), the whole little world I was creating
collapsed upon itself. ....... Phew!   Almost like a false start in swimming
where you blasted 25 meters down the pool, thinking you were stroking for glory
and fame. ..... Alas, the fires have cooled and I now find that there are other
mundane things to do.
   But, I shall return.  Backing up about five paragraphs and catching those
little corrections one always makes should put me back in the mood!  LOL: sides
that, I don't know whether I want to cum inside in this crazy story or somehow
be blown again.  .... I really like that now that I'm getting it that way.  On
the other hand, where I was pretty damn terrific too!  ... Stay tuned for
further events.)

(We're back.  ... And I did make some 'adjustments' to the preceding
paragraphs.)

   God!  Another crazy and unplanned position!  
   While my idea was good, your legs and body weight, the way I was heaving
inside you seemed awkward.  
   Wanting to control, assist and FUCK, my hands worked down your legs, each of
us shifting to find an optimum position.
   Your legs wrapped around my waist as my hands pressed around the outside of
your legs cupping you from underneath.  Your arms rained straight down to your
hands on the desk and I could see that you were bridging your pelvis in the
air, thrusting with wrenching rhythmic motion against my sunken spear.  
   Inside you, my cock felt warm and loved.  I reached down and slide a
solitary finger into your cunt searching for the hard to feel  nub of your
clit.
   Pausing against me, you whispered "Open the bottom drawers of my desk."
   Your ass sagged against the desk top ... our motion almost ceasing ... and I
leaned down, also feeling my cock pull entirely out of its new found home.  The
drawers ... the left one, then the right slide quietly open and with each, you
placed your foot on top, wriggling to the outer edge.
  ! I noted.  "Supported for spread."
   Your knees parted to the left and right opening your crotch totally to my
advance. ....... My hand touched the slimed shaft of my cock .. a very lovely
feeling our visitation ... and I guided my hardness straight back into the
waiting depths of your vagina.
   A satisfied intake of air and sound registered in my ears as you received my
erection to the hilt of my body.  Fully joined, your body gently humping
against me, we were perfectly mated.
   As I shifted on my knees, I could feel  my cock against ... inside your cunt
in ever changing direction.  My brain queried my cock's length asking, "when
are you going to cum?"
   The answer was totally unimportant.  What would be, would be.  That I'd cum,
there was no doubt.  That you'd cum rolled over in my mind.  What felt the very
best?
   "Stand still," you whispered.  "Let me work it over."
   "Ohhhhhhhhhh," you added, "it feels soooooo good."
    On 'good,' I could feel my cock swell with cuming anticipation and I
quelled the desire to move and weave in ways that would assure reaching that
delicious moment
   Supported, braced with your legs splayed wide open on the twin drawers of
your desk, my mind soaked in the vision underneath my eyes of body, supple and
yet unfree breasts and the sight of your leg's valley moving at its own rate in
the temple of your office-dimmed blue-white garter belt and stockings.
   Half pulled out, I watched your belly quiver upwards, feeling the tip of my
cock press on the bottom side of your pussy's well. You tensed, stiffening the
muscles of your thighs under my lightly pressed hands.
   "Ahh!" you gasped. "Think this is place!  
   You moved in little fuck-fuck-fuck motions and, involuntarily, I started
moving with you.
   "STILL!  Hold still!" you gasped while controlling your usual firml- voiced
imperative.
   Almost surprised, I froze, standing cock-firm to let you ride me.  
   You pulled back to where I could feel the room's air chilling over my
drenched erection.
   "Careful, careful," I thought to myself, watching for my cock to slip free
of your pussy's gaped opening.
   Rotating in the air, you cork-screwed the very end of my cock in wanton,
cock-wanting circles.  Downnn you moved, freeing the entire end of my cock from
within the mouth of your vagina.   Captured almost straight down in your pussy,
I could feel the tension against my jutting spear against the full length of
your slimed cunt.
   With almost unseen motion, you moved again;  and I felt the covering of my
foreskin slide back over my cock as you took very being into the apex of your
soul.

   "God!" I thought.   "Cuming inside, outside ... in your mouth ... in your
ass!  A n y w h e r e!!!  I KNEW I was going to eat your pussy before our time
was finished.
   "Ok down there?" my brain asked again.
   "Nothing yet," came the reply.  "Systems hard ... ready to go.  Let her
work.  It'll come....."
   Unable to control myself again, I slid all way in, forcing your body back as
my thighs motion was halted by the desk's edge.
   Stilling again, pulling back to give you room, I whispered to you with a
long, drawn out exhalation of pent up air, "Fuckkkkkkk meeeeeeeeeee."

                                           Time
                                       A long time
                                  Time without words

   "Cuming" you gasped between your teeth.  "I'm there!"
   Under my roaming hands, I felt your entire body begin to quiver, to vibrate
in staccato tiny pulses.  Instantly my mind flashed back to the time we were in
your car and it had been my moment to come as you pulled and twisted my cock
inside your mouth as you crouched over my bridged, foot-braced body.
   The holding moments were interrupted by heaves and jerks of your cunt over
my cock.  Full deep impaling strokes of your full depths waved over my cock. 
Twists and turns.  Wild crazed fucking and what seemed like free-air stabs of
my unbending impaler unguided and in danger of missing its mark.  
   Then back to holding and twitching in arced mid air freezes and the feeling
of spasmed firm grasps of my whole penis lengths.
   Standing, trying to still my wild urge as you came over my being, I too
began to tremble as I had before.  Could you feel it?  Did you?
  Dancing, ripple-quivering on my cock, everything inside me let go in one huge
unannounced gush of pulsating cum.  Shock jolts triggered in my hips, from my
ass, from wherever inside me and I felt juice and jism merge in unbelievable
new freedom and freeborn feeling.
   This was the time!  Oh YES!  This and only this as I felt my entire abdomen
of cum gush from within my insides into the unresisting cavern of your cunt.
   Mated, pressed together like two pressed palms of hand, we expended
ourselves against each other in unsaid, draining silence.
   "......... good for you?" my mind asked in silence.  I could not ask the
words.
   In spasms, I felt your body begin to slump away.  Your elbows bent, your
chest sagged and I followed your pussy devine to the edge of the desk. 
.......Air steamed through your nose and your eyes looked up at me like a hotel
lover who had something to say.  You relaxed, your legs wrapping around my back
to embrace all that you could contain as our hearts pounded downward the
blessed release of orgasm.
   Still inside, feeling the length of me begin to shrink ... to the point of
silly-chilled fallout from within .... I leaned forward, trying to retain my
still caught and must-be-smiling penis inside your gripping legs, "Let me eat
you," I said.  "Let me sink my face into your thighs and eat my way to your
heart.
   My cheek grazed your brassiere and I felt the shape of your breast
underneath.

   "Ummmmmgh!!!!!! " I exhorted in clenched teeth.  And HOW I'd eat you!!!!!!!


   You DO want me to do that. Don't you?

   Hahh.  .... Another stupid question.

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