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 (c) Copyright November 1996 by Robert Mitchell
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This story's copyrighted, so don't change it or sell it without my
permission.  Permission is granted for this document to be reproduced 
and distributed as long as it remains intact, including all copyright
notices and email address.  It may not be sold in any way, including
being placed on websites that charge for access or use adult
verification services which charge for access.

This story contains descriptions of sexual situations.  If you're under
sixteen and are reading this, then your parents should keep a
closer eye on you.
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E-Male - voy, f-solo, m/f
by Robert Mitchell
(apstarre@pipeline.com)


I knew what time of day she usually checks her email, so I got to
her desk first.  I crawled underneath it, curling up there so I
could give her a big surprise.  It wasn't long before she walked
into the room. She was wearing a white t-shirt and a short black
skirt, one that gently carressed her thighs as she walked.  I
watched her long legs approach the desk.  She didn't see me.  I
felt my heart skip as she sat down, pulling her chair up closer.
Her knees slid mere centimeters away from my face.  As she
sat, unaware that she was being watched, she let her legs open
slightly.  It gave me a perfect view of her crotch.

She wasn't wearing any panties.  I grinned, knowing that meant she
was going to read the hot email from the website she runs.  It's
a gallery of photos of her in nude and erotic poses.  Her
exhibitionism had found a perfect outlet.

I heard the click and hum of her computer booting up.  Then
the squeal of the modem as she connected.  While she logged on,
I watched her legs open and close as she hummed to herself.  I
feasted on the perfect view of her shaved pussy.  Her hairless
lips were gently parted by the delicate labia that protruded from
its top.  Even in the darkness, I could see her slit glistening
with her juices.  She was excited already, thinking about what
she was going to read, and perhaps what she's read before.  The
cramped space under her desk filled with her musky scent.

More clicks of her mouse followed as she brought up her email.  A
moment of silence passed.  I could tell she was reading one of her
letters.  Inwardly, I was hoping that it was a good one so she would
start playing with herself.  I felt a twinge of disappointment as the
mouse clicked again, showing she moved on.  I knew she must
have been disappointed, too.  Another moment passed, followed by
another click.  The tension was killing me, as well as my back
for being in such a cramped space.

Then it happened.  I could tell she had hit a good one because she
was silent for longer than usual.  Her humming stopped.  She was
totally still as seconds passed.  Then I saw a trickle of her juice
ooze out of her swollen lips, running down into a small pool
on her seat.  Her legs slowly parted, widening, giving me an
incredible view of her luscious wet pussy.  I felt myself
beginning to swell in my pants, hardening in anticipation as
she shifted a little in her seat.  Then it came.

Her hands slid down her hard stomach, dragging her t-shirt
slightly with it.  She raised her skirt, moving it aside as her
other hand moved to her crotch.  I shivered as she slid
a finger into her moist crevice, squashing the flesh around in
circular motions.  She slid in another finger, then another.
She used two fingers to pry her lips apart.  Light glittered off
the juices coating her fingertips.  Her other hand came down,
index finger extended.  It began to rub over her clit, a now-
hardened bead under its silken hood.  She traced slow circles
over her clit, moving faster and faster.  Her juices were now
smeared all over her shaven lips.  I heard her breathing
getting quicker, coming in short gasps.  This was a good one.

I made my move.  I carefully and slowly reached between her
widened and spasming legs.  I let my fingertips graze lightly
over her outer lips.  She didn't notice me at first, consumed
by the sensations she was already feeling.  I was careful
to avoid her fingers as I tickled her lips.  I could tell by her
shivers that she felt it, but hadn't traced the source.  Her
legs were wobbling rapidly as her gasps become low moans.  I
try to hold back my laughter as I go a little further.  I slowly
slid my pinky into her crevice, then move it in and out as
gently as I could.  Her fingers were working faster, a blur as they
mashed her clit.  Her hips began to buck, her soft cheeks
pressing outward on each hump.  She gave off a long,
continous moan now, totally submerged in a world of
pleasure.

Then her moan became a scream.  She leapt out of her
chair, breaking my grip on her pussy.  She backed away from
the desk, then crouched to look under it.  I wiggled my
fingers at her, playfully, and she smiled in relief.  

"I wanted to give you a surprise," I said.

She gasped, brushing back some of her hair that fell over her
sweaty face.  "You sure did."

Then her look turned playful as she asked, "Want to do the job
for me while I read?"

"Thought you'd never ask."

She backed away so I could watch her unbuckle her skirt.  She let
it slide down her hips onto the floor.  Now her hairless slit was in
full view.  Her eyes were locked on mine as she pulled off her
T-shirt, exposing the firm nipples resting on the peaks of her
soft, rounded breasts.  She stood naked before me now, tossing
her shirt into a corner as I feasted on her beauty.

She sat down again, this time spreading her legs as wide as
they could go as she slid her chair under the desk again.  This
time I was right there between her thighs as she moved close to
me.  I began to kiss the inside of her legs, starting at her knees,
alternating the right side and the left, tracing a path to her now
dripping slit.  I brought my face close to her crevice to lightly
kiss each of her hanging labia.  My lips were moistened by her
juices.

"Read the email aloud," I murmured into her slit.

She began to describe the graphic lust of one of her fans.  He
was telling her how he would eat her, and I couldn't help
thinking how convenient it was as I let my tongue trace a
path from the bottom of her slit.  Her legs trembled as I
licked my way to her hood, then began making wide circles
around it with my tongue.  The circle grew smaller and
smaller until I closed in on her stiffened bud.

Her voice cracked as I began sucking on her clit.  I sucked it
between my lips, trapping it there as I flicked it inside my
mouth with my tongue.  She was still reading, but there was obvious
strain in her voice as she described her fan's desire to ream her
pussy.  A word broke into a moan.  I was determined to keep
her from reading as I continued to suckle her clit like a nipple.
Then I opened wide, letting my tongue slide under her hood to
lap her clit directly.

She gasped, her hips jerking under the onslaught.  I backed
away, moving my tongue down to her tunnel.  I parted the
outer lips with my tongue, then slipped my pinky inside.  It
was already wet from its previous journey inside her, and
made a wet, squishy noise as it sank in among her hot juicy
walls.  I moved my tongue back to her clit, beginning the
rapid circles again.

I started a regular motion, pumping my finger inside her as I
encircled her clit with my tongue.  The hood slid under my
mouth, lubricated by her juices.  Her legs closed, clamping
onto my ears with her thighs.  I bore up under the increasing
pressure, listening to her voice breaking into a high-pitched
gasp.  Her hips were bucking again now, smearing my face
with her juice as I tried to keep up with her.  She tried to keep
reading, knowing what I was trying to do, but then she reached
a part where the reader exploded in orgasm.

Her legs tightened harder.  I felt her tunnel grasping at my
pinky as she burst into a groan of pleasure.  I continued to lick
as she came harder, trembling and shivering in her chair.
Then the groan faded into quick gasps that arrived further
and further apart until they stopped.

I released her from my mouth to crawl forward, looking up from
her lap to see her smiling down at me.  Her eyes were half-closed,
still swimming in the afterglow of her orgasm.

"Good?" I asked.

"Very good," she whispered, "but I still have another email to
read.  From Australia.  He wants to fuck me bad."

I grinned. "I can do you while you write a reply, describing what
I'm doing to you."

"Oooo, kinky idea.  I love it."

She backed up to slide her chair out again.  I noticed her legs were
a little shaky, but her eyes were shining brightly.  I crawled up
from her lap, pulling myself up by her thighs until I was lying on
her stomach, my crotch pressed against hers.  She wrapped her legs
around me as she kissed me, holding my face with her hands.  I
let my tongue sink into her mouth and we played in there for a
while.  Then I broke the kiss with a pop and began kissing my
way down her lips, her chin, her long, slender neck, along her
shoulder, and down to her left breast.

She hummed with pleasure as I flicked at her inverted nipple with
my tongue.  I pressed it into the surrounding breast, letting it
roll in a bed of flesh.  When I drew back my tongue, her
nipple pushed back, red and hard, jutting out twice its size.  I
did the same with her other nipple until it was firm, then tweaked
them with my fingers.

"Wait."  She shifted her chair around so she could reach
the keyboard.  She typed a new email, which I read: "My boyfriend
is playing with my breasts as I write this to you.  He's sending
tingles down my body with every touch..."

Then she described as I shifted my hips away from her to undo my
pants.  My rod jutted out into the cool air.  I positioned it over
her slit, then let it sink into her tunnel as slowly as I could.  Her
juices oozed out as I filled her pussy with my hard flesh.  She
breathed carefully between clenched teeth as I began to slide in
and out.  I pumped my hips a little faster as she locked her
ankles on the small of my back.  She forced me in harder and
deeper with her heels.  I was happy to obey.

We were locked together, our hips slapping together in a quick
rhythm.  I felt my balls slapping at her asshole, and I knew she
felt it, too.  She was still trying to type with her shaky hands,
reading aloud how it felt to have me deep inside her, filling her
with hot meat.  Every thrust sent a shiver of pleasure through
her body.  Her legs tightened around my waist, her thighs
squeezing my hips.

Her mouth hung open as she breathed in short gasps. "Harder...deeper,
baby..."

I thrust myself in to the hilt.  Then I drew out and did it again,
forcing myself in as far as I could go.  She grit her teeth, her lips
curling in a snarl.  One hand was struggling to type as the other
reached down to hold my cock as it slid in and out of her.  One
finger reached down to circle her clit.

Then I stopped.  She was about to protest when I slid my hands
under her ass and lifted her off the chair.  I planted her butt
firmly down onto the keyboard.

I smiled. "It's more fun for you to type this way."

She laughed, then I began sliding in and out of her again.  She
hummed in pleasure under her breath as she felt her body roll
on the keys that clicked beneath her.  We both look back to see
the words appearing on the screen.  I changed the angle of my
thrusts to change the words that appeared on the screen, her
cheeks mashing against the keyboard.  Her hand returned to
her clit, rubbing it furiously to intensify the pleasure.

Then her mouth hung open again.  Her smile collapsed into a
grimace.  Her eyes squeezedshut as she began to whisper to me,
"Oh, yes, just like that, give it to me, harder, oh, yes, just like
that, oh, yes, yes, I'm cumming I'm cumming..." and her legs almost
crushed me between them.  Her pussy spasmed in quick flinches
that milked my cock.  I couldn't hold back any longer.  I threw my
head back as I launched my hot cream into her deepest crevices.
Our fluids mixed and increases until it flowed out of the edges of
her slit, dripping onto her desk.

We held each other, shuddering in our shared orgasm, feeding
each other's pleasure with our spasms.   I recovered first,
opening my eyes to look into her twisted expression.  I thrust
once more, causing her to wince with delight as the last traces
of her enjoyment faded away.  She relaxed, flopping back
against the wall to smile at me.

I reached over to her mouse, positioned the pointer on the email
screen, and clicked the SEND button.

THE END


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