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Subject: {ASSM} Desk Clerk's Distraction, by Rajah Dodger
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     Desk Clerk's Distraction, by Rajah Dodger <rdodger@hotmail.com>,
Copyright (c) 1995.  All rights reserved, except that electronic
not-for-profit reproduction rights only are explicitly granted with the
stipulation that this authorship and permission note must remain
attached.

     I am handling a customer complaint when you come up behind me,
looking stern in your bun hairdo and glasses.  The woman in front of me
barely gives you a second glance as she goes on about the problems in
her room.  I manage to look interested and reserved at the same time
while I pull out a notepad and begin writing out a report.

     I feel your hands around my waist, moving down sinuously to my
belt.  You start to unfasten my belt and your fingers deftly slide the
zipper down quietly.  If this woman could see behind the desk she would
be shocked at my unprofessional appearance!  Your hands slip down my
stomach into my shorts and I stifle a sudden urge to choke, scream and
run.  You can't be serious...

     Your cool hands find my shaft, already half-hard, and you stroke
the sensitive head with your fingers.  I'm finding it more and more
difficult to pay attention to the whining woman in front of me, and the
hand caressing my balls doesn't help at all.  I mumble something in
response to the woman.  My handwriting is getting harder and harder to
read...

     Your hands move faster, the left hand gently gripping my shaft and
moving up and down, your thumb flicking the head of my cock on each
stroke.  With your other hand you are playing with my balls, rolling
them from side to side.  Your nails occasionally scrape deliciously
against my inner thighs, and my cock is throbbing painfully.  I want to
move my hips, but that would alert the customer that something peculiar
is going on. "Young man, are you listening to me?" she snaps...

     I mollify her and ask her to wait while I finish writing up the
incident report.  Thankfully, I feel your hands move with more purpose
now as you stroke me over the edge, cumming shamelessly into your
palms, the excess dripping down over my balls and in my shorts.  You
rub the creamy flow into my balls, wipe your hands on my ass and pull
my shorts and pants back up.

     I take a few deep breaths, make sure my professional smile is back
in shape, and raise my head to finish taking care of the woman in front
of me as you raise my zipper and fasten my belt. I apologize to the
woman for her troubles, and remind her we always want to have satisfied
customers.  I hear a snicker behind me and turn to see you walking back
to your office, sucking on one finger...

***** {END} ***** Completed 1995-07-14, 428 words

Copyright (c) 1995 Rajah Dodger (rdodger@hotmail.com)

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