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     Nina was already perched on her stool behind the reception
desk of Jim Calwell Associates' offices when Jim arrived.
     Her cuteness never ceased to amaze him.  Everything about her
could be deemed "cute."  Her skin tone and features were the result
of a white father and Chinese mother.  Her button nose sat in the
middle of her round smiling face.  Her slanting eyes added to the
impression of perpetual happiness.  Her body was girlish: small
perky breasts and a minimal curve at the waist.  Yet she was
sensuous in many ways.  Jim had often fantasized about her full
lips engulfing his cock.
     Today she was wearing a severe high necked blouse and dark
pleated skirt.  She looked a little like a librarian.
     Jim's friendly relationship with her prompted him to make a
comment.  "Who the fuck are you trying to impersonate?  A
librarian?  What's with the neckline?"
     Nina blushed.  "Mr. Calwell... I think I look very
professional."
     The truth was: he could see a sexy outline of her nipples
against the thin fabric.
     "Maybe you do look professional, but you can hardly even tell
you've got any tits at all.  I mean, sure they're small, but I know
how good they look when you want them to."
     She hopped down off the stool.  "I know how much you like my
breasts, but I decided today I'd be a little more conservative. 
Plus my cousin is coming from Hong Kong, and she's not used to the
way things are here.  She'd think I was a slut."
     Jim ushered her over to the coffee machine.  "You mean you're
not a slut?" he said with mock surprise, "and here I was all this
time thinking you were."
     She giggled and hit his bicep.  "By the time Ling gets here,
I'm sure you'll have me naked and squirming around on the floor."
     "That's a hell of an idea," Jim winked.  "Do you remember the
time I caught you in my executive washroom?"
     Nina stepped inches away from him; he felt her sweet breath on
his chest.  "I thought you'd be out for hours with that sexy
saleswoman from Astro Computers."
     "She wasn't really in the mood for a motel stop, so I cut the
meeting short."
     Nina toyed with Jim's belt buckle.  "I just went in there to
go pee, but when I finished peeing I thought about how often you'd
been in there with your dick out, and I just started masturbating."
     "I caught you with four fingers in your cunt.  I never would
have thought your little body would take so much."
     "If only I'd known what a horny bastard you are; I'd have
asked you to replace my fingers with your cock.  Then my cunt would
have really been stretched open."
     "I told my wife about your pussy.  She hardly believed me. 
Fucking your cunt is like fucking Jane up the ass you're so tight."
     Nina giggled.  "If my pussy's like your wife's asshole, what
do you think my asshole would be like?"  She coyly looked down
between their bodies.
     "I hope you let me find out soon.  Getting one or two fingers
up there when we play doctor is enough of a challenge, I can just
imagine what sliding my whole tool in would be like."
     Jim unbuckled his pants and unzipped his fly.
     Nina commented on the action.  "My father used to tell me: `A
man who frees his penis can free his mind.'  I think he just said
that so he could show his cock to us, but it seemed very
philosophical at the time."  She fished into Jim's underwear and
wrapped her small hand around his stiffening shaft.
     "He showed you his cock all the time?"
     "Yeah, he turned into kind of a perverted old guy after Mom
died.  He did stuff with me and my sister when we were kids."
     "Nina," Jim asked slowly, thinking about what she had just
told him, "back when you were a kid, did you ever suck on your
father's cock?"
     "Once, when he was very drunk."  She looked down at Jim's
growing member as she recalled long buried childhood memories.  Her
father had been an American serviceman on station at a British
naval base. He'd taken her mother out of Hong Kong in the late
sixties.  Nina's mother had been a nurse.  "His cock wasn't even
hard.  My sister was in the room and she dared me to do it.  Father
was so drunk he never did get hard, but ended up peeing in my mouth
instead."
     Jim reacted with a twitch in his dick.  "I bet you liked
that," he said flatly, neither sounding sarcastic nor serious.
     Nina looked up at him, trying to gauge how he had intended his
comment to be inferred.  "Well... I actually didn't mind at all. 
I was only nine years old, and my sister had told me about what cum
was like.  At first I thought he was cumming.  Even though my
sister was laughing and telling me it was pee, I drank most of it
anyway."
     "You filthy slut!  What did your father do when he sobered up
and realized what had happened?"
     Nina kneeled in front of the coffee machine, facing Jim.  His
dick pulsed near her lips.  "He was pretty embarrassed.  My sister
told him most of the details, since he didn't remember much.  But
a couple of years later, he got me into my bedroom alone.  He said
he wanted to pee in my mouth again.  And this time he wasn't all
that drunk at all.  I turned him down.  I was only eleven, but if
I had been older I probably would have let him.  I don't know. 
It's weird."
     "You mean he left you alone for two years and then all of a
sudden he just asks you if he can piss in your mouth?"
     Nina shrugged.  "He mostly fooled around with my sister.  She
let him do anything he wanted, except the peeing thing.  So he
finally got up the nerve to ask me."
     Jim was turned on by the depravity that Nina described.  "Suck
on my cock for a while before Wendy gets in, then we'll get some
work done."
     Nina happily slurped Jim's tool into her mouth and blew him
absently while he toyed with her blouse covered tits.
     Moments later, Jim erupted a creamy torrent into her waiting
gullet.  Little rivulets of semen escaped and trickled down from
the corners of her mouth.  Jim pulled his big deflating cock back
and squeezed out the last drops of jism; Nina licked them up.

     For the rest of the day at work, Nina and Jim exchanged
knowing looks.  It made Nina happy that her boss found her so
desirable; she often fantasized about their little office trysts,
but knew that Jim loved his wife and would never make his sexual
diversions with Nina into anything more than fun and games.  Nina
was content with that.
     Wendy Hooks strolled into the office fifteen minutes before
lunchtime.  The way Nina was dressed today offered a polar opposite
to the way Wendy looked.  Jim's part-time writer and creative
consultant was a busty young woman of twenty-four.  She had a punk-
rock hairdo that was spiked on top, shaved short on the right, and
long on the left.  Naturally blonde, she highlighted it with pink
tips. Today she was wearing black leather shorts, black stockings,
black boots and a white peasant's blouse.  Even constrained by a
bra, her pendulous tits caused quite a commotion under the light
cotton top.
     "Hi Nina, sorry I'm late," Wendy said, flopping down on the
couch in front of the reception desk.
     "You look like shit," Nina commented.
     "And you look like you're going to a nunnery."
     Nina stood up and handed Wendy a fresh cup of coffee.  "Jim
wants to talk to you about the RJR/Nabisco account.  He's been
waiting all morning for you.  Good luck..."  Nina smirked as she
imagined the trouble Wendy had gotten herself into.  Jim was a nice
guy but even he had his limits; this wasn't the first time Wendy
had been irresponsible.
     Wendy knocked at Jim's door and slinked in.  She knew she was
in trouble.  "Hi, boss.  Sorry I'm late."
     Jim glanced up from the report he was reading and motioned her
to the chair in front of his desk.  He let her stew for a moment
and then closed the report.  "Well, Miss Hooks, I'm happy to see
you made it in today.  Rough night last night?"
     Wendy blew a sigh at the ceiling.  "Yeah.  I've had better."
     "But you got fucked, right?  Don't let me down thinking that
you're losing your touch."  Jim stood up to hear about her wild
night.
     Wendy smiled crookedly.  "You always want to hear about it but
you never want to try some for yourself.  Okay... I was at a party
and a couple of guys wanted to take me into the hot tub so I
stripped and jumped in before they knew what they had suggested. 
But when they caught on and pulled out their schlongs, they both
came so quick it was hardly even worth it.  I had to sit in the
water for another twenty minutes diddling myself to get mine off."
     "They probably just wanted to get you into the hot tub to
disinfect you."
     "Fuck off, you creep.  They knew they were in for a hot time
as soon as they saw me... and you would be too if you had the balls
to go through with it instead of always teasing me."  Wendy pouted.
     Jim tugged her up by the long hair on the left side of her
head.
     "Hey, that hurts!"  She grabbed his hand to lessened the
strain on her scalp.
     "I like teasing you, you little fucking slut."  Jim grabbed
her ass and rammed her hips against his.  "Start getting here a
little earlier and maybe we'd have time to fuck around."
     "As if you and Nina have a torrid love affair going on in the
mornings."
     Jim released her hair.  "Well, it shows how out of touch you
are.  Just this morning she sucked me off in the foyer.  Of course
that was before the office even opened, which is far too early for
you."
     Wendy raised her eyebrows, even though she wasn't all that
surprised by Jim's revelation.  "Doesn't your wife get pissed off
about all the cum you waste on other women?"
     "When I jerk off into the toilet that's a waste of cum;
everything else is an investment.  Jane herself told me that."
     Wendy giggled.  "I've got to meet this wife of yours someday. 
She sounds like a riot.  But I can't believe she actually lets you
fuck around so much.  You're such a dirty dog."
     Jim sat back down at his desk.  "Yeah, well."  He picked up
the phone and dialled his wife's office.
     It rang just once.  "Visual Treasury, Jane Calwell speaking."
     "Hi, babe, it's me.  Are you busy?"
     "Nope.  I just closed a deal with Ogilvy Mather for a series
of landscape photos for a new car campaign.  They wouldn't tell me
which one."
     "Big bucks?"  Jim looked at Wendy, who was gazing randomly
around the office.
     "You bet, sweetheart.  It'll keep us in honey for a while. 
What's up?"
     "My dick."  Jim winked at Wendy who froze her gaze on him.
     "Oh really?  Is it for Nina or Wendy?"  She knew him too well.
     "Wendy.  She's sitting right across from me."  Wendy squirmed
uncomfortably in her chair.  She wondered how her name got into the
conversation that her boss was having with his wife.
     "What's the little tramp wearing?"
     "Black shorts, black stockings and a thin white blouse."  Jim
exaggerated his appraisal of Wendy's wardrobe to keep her curious. 
"And as usual, those big tits of hers keep swinging around under
that blouse.  I don't even know if she's wearing a bra..."
     "I am," a red-faced Wendy whispered, crossing her arms
protectively across her chest.
     "Take out your cock in front of her," Jane suggested.  "See
what she does."
     Jim covered the receiver with his hand and spoke softly to
Wendy.  "My wife says I should take out my cock to see what you'll
do.  What do you think?"
     Wendy gulped but stayed quiet.
     Jim unzipped his fly and worked his semi-stiff prick out into
the open.  "There we go," he said to Jane.
     "What did she do?  Is she coming over to suck on it?"
     Jim spoke to Wendy.  "Get over here, you fucking slut."
     Wendy, like an automaton, stood up and approached him; her
eyes were fixed on his lengthening shaft.
     Jane sniggered on the other end of the line.  "I'm glad you
don't treat her any different than you treat me.  Tell the `fucking
slut' to suck on it while I take off my panties."
     "Come here, Wendy, you bitch.  Get on your knees and suck on
this for me."  He waited as Wendy slowly sank to her knees in front
of him, still in a semi-trance.  He updated Jane: "She's going to
do it.  The filthy fucking pig is going to gobble my dick."
     "Good, make her swallow your cum," Jane prompted.  She had
removed her panties and was sitting at her desk with her legs
spread, her free hand rubbing her juicy crotch.
     Wendy's head bobbed up and down on Jim's cock.  Slurping
noises echoed around the office.
     "She's doing a pretty good job.  Want to give her any
pointers?  I'll let you talk to her."
     Jane didn't have time to protest.  Jim simply hauled Wendy's
head up and pressed the handset against her ear.
     "Hello?" Jane said.
     "Uhhh... Mrs. Calwell?" Wendy responded.
     "Well, well.  How does my husband's cock taste, Wendy?"
     Wendy looked up and pleaded to Jim with her eyes to let her
off the phone.  She'd rather be sucking his dick than describing
the experience to his wife.  "Well, it tastes pretty good actually. 
He says Nina was at it earlier, so I think I taste some of her
spit."
     "I don't know how he finds so many sluts to work for him.  And
you're one of the sleaziest hosebags he's ever found.  Does he make
you wet, Wendy?"
     "Uhhh... yeah."  Wendy didn't know how to respond to this
bizarre prodding by her boss's wife.  She decided to elaborate:
"Whenever we're in a meeting I think about opening my blouse and
luring him into his little executive bathroom."
     "You think he'd be baited by your tits, do you?"
     "He's always staring at them."
     "Well he's a horny bastard... but, I think you better keep
sucking on his cock or he'll lose interest."
     "Okay, Mrs. Calwell.... uh, nice talking to you."  Stunned,
Wendy went back to mouth-bobbing Jim's knob.
     Eventually Jim grunted out a few spurts of semen.  Wendy was
disappointed by the volume, but then remembered that Nina had
skimmed some cream off the top earlier.

     Even though Jim had cum twice that day already, he was still
horny.  He decided to pay Ellen a visit.  He phoned Jane to tell
her he'd be late, but she was working late at her own office
anyway.
     He knocked on Ellen's apartment door carrying his video camera
and a bottle of wine.
     She didn't appear to be home, but he heard movement in the
apartment.  At first he thought that they had left the dog Charly
free to roam around inside.  Then he heard a small singing voice
and decided that it was Debbie.
     "Debbie?  Are you in there," he called out.  "It's Uncle Jim."
     Debbie flung the door open seconds later.  She had a big smile
on her face and he saw Charly behind her, wagging his tail. 
"Hello, Uncle Jim.  Mommy told me not to answer the door.  But I
think she meant for strangers.  She just went shopping."
     Debbie was holding the door open.  She was only wearing tiny
cotton panties and a sleeveless undershirt.  Jim was still shocked
and amazed at how this seven year old girl made him react.  His
cock twitched in his pants.  "Well, I was wondering if I could drop
off this bottle of wine for your mom."
     "Sure, come on in."  Debbie graciously held the door for him
and then closed it behind them.
     "I'll just put this bottle over on the table."  Jim left the
wine and turned to face the little girl.  "Why are you running
around in your underwear anyway, Debbie?"
     "What?" Debbie giggled, "I always wear this in the house.  I
get dressed when we have company."  She said `company' as if it
only had two syllables.
     "I'm company."  He said it right.
     "But Mommy says that since you've seen me with no panties on,
you don't count."
     "Oh really," Jim said, settling into the couch.  "Well, I'm
going to take some pictures of you and Charly, so if you want
everyone to see you in your underwear... go ahead."  He raised the
video camera and started shooting.
     The youngster dashed behind the couch, her head popping up
moments later to issue this warning: "Uncle Jim... you better not. 
I'll tell Mommy that you were being mean to me."  She stuck out her
tongue.
     "Hey now... do you want a spanking?"
     Debbie froze.  "No," she said meekly.  "I'm sorry."
     "Okay.  Come on out from behind there and I'll tell you a
story."
     She crawled slowly into view and he kept filming.  Then she
joined him on the loveseat and he put the camera down.
     When she realized that he wasn't going to keep filming, she
snuggled into the crook of his arm for her story.
     "Do you want to hear a scary story or a nice story?" Jim
asked.
     "An exciting one.  Like that one Aunt Jane told us last time."
     Jim recalled Jane's tale of horse thievery, rape, and murder. 
"Okay.  Once upon a time a beautiful princess lived in a castle far
off in the wilderness.  Her name was Angel.  Her father, the King,
loved his daughter very much, and would give her anything she
wanted.  But the King was also a lonely old man, and he would spend
many hours watching his daughter and her servants through the many
peepholes he had built into rooms throughout the castle.  He would
watch them get undressed, go to the bathroom, and everything else
they did."  Jim paused.  "Do you remember what your mom did with
Aunt Jane last time we were here?"
     "She had her mouth down here," Debbie said, pointing to her
panty-covered crotch.
     "That's right.  Well that's what the princess did with her
girl servants sometimes.  And the King would watch them do it."  He
paused again.  "Do you know what masturbating is?"
     She looked blankly up at him.
     "It's when you fiddle with yourself to make yourself feel
good.  Do you ever rub your peehole because it feels good?"
     Debbie smiled coyly.  "Sometimes."
     "Well men do the same thing.  And the King did that while he
looked at Angel and her friendly servants.  When a man masturbates,
goo squirts out at the end, and the King was leaving puddles of goo
all around the castle.
     "But one day a handsome prince came to the castle.  He was
looking for a beautiful princess to marry.  He knew that with a
beautiful princess, he would never have to masturbate again,
because she would help him with... fucking.  Remember that word?"
     "Yes, Uncle Jim, I remember," she said, giggling.
     "Debbie?"
     "Yes, Uncle Jim?"
     "Are you sure you don't want to let me take pictures of you
with my video camera?  No one else will see them except your mom
and Aunt Jane."
     "But why do you want to?"
     "I want to pretend I'm the King in the story, and you're the
princess.  When I go home I can watch the tape and make-believe I'm
peeking through a peephole to see you."
     "Are you going to... masturbate?"  She pronounced it "mas-tow-
bate."
     "It depends what you do on the tape."
     "You mean like showing you my peehole?"
     Jim smiled.  "That's right.  Remember last time when your mom
and Aunt Jane both took off their underwear?"
     Debbie giggled.  "I took off mine too!"
     "Yes, you did.  And I saw all your peeholes.  But I liked
yours best, Debbie."
     She looked surprised and leaned closer as if to hear a secret. 
"Why?"
     "Because it's so cute without any hair on it.  You used your
peehole too.  You peed on me, remember?"
     "I know," she looked glum.  "I'm sorry Uncle Jim."
     He hugged her.  "Don't be sorry.  I kind of liked it.  It was
warm and wet like a hot bath."
     Debbie giggled again.  "You're funny, Uncle Jim."
     "So do you want to take off your underwear while I film you?" 
Jim picked up the video camera.
     Debbie stood up and beamed at the lens.  "Okay... as long as
you promise to show me yours this time."  She was quite a little
negotiator.
     "Okay."  He worked the camera with one hand and unzipped his
fly with the other.  Debbie quickly stripped off her undershirt and
panties, and waited anxiously for a glimpse of the man's penis.
     Seeing Debbie naked again prompted his cock to stiffen more,
and it made a very dramatic appearance for the eager little girl. 
He smoothed his hand over it a couple of times for good measure.
     "Well, Debbie..."  He interviewed her with the rolling video
camera, tilting down to show his exposed cock.  "Have you ever seen
something like this before?"
     She stood timidly for a few moments, staring at Jim's fleshy
pole, and then she shrugged.  "I think I saw my daddy's thing, but
it was very small and wrinkly."
     "His wasn't hard like mine... Do you know why a man gets hard,
Debbie?"
     "Mommy says its because he's thinking dirty thoughts--like
about fucking."  She found a context in which to use her new word.
     Jim grinned.  "That's right, Debbie.  And guess what... I'm
thinking dirty thoughts about you right now."
     She coyly veiled her chest and crotch with her arms.  "That's
not nice, Uncle Jim."  But then her curiosity took over.  "What are
you thinking about?"
     He stroked his cock with one hand and aimed the camera with
the other.  "I think I'm going to squirt a bunch of goo, and I want
you to let me squirt it on you.  Are you going to be my little
slut, just like your mommy?"
     "Okay, Uncle Jim.  But don't pee on me by accident.  Just goo,
not pee."
     Jim smiled placidly and worked himself up to an orgasm.  "Okay
Debbie, I promise."
     At that moment, Ellen walked through the door carrying
groceries, which she promptly dropped when she saw the scene layed
out before her.  Charly was happily chewing on a tennis ball in the
corner, but her seven year-old daughter was plainly the object Jim
Calwell's arousal.  She gasped when she saw him fumble to put down
the video camera, hide his prick, and shoo Debbie off to the
bedroom.  But she simultaneously felt lust for the prick he was
trying to hide, and the sinful way he had been abusing her
daughter.
     "Jim," Ellen said softly as she sat on the couch.  "Are you
messing around with my daughter?"
     He shrugged and stood up as if to leave.  "Sorry about that
Ellen.  She's a little minx just like her mom."
     Ellen smiled.  "You're a real pervert aren't you?"  Then she
called Debbie back from the bedroom.
     The little girl slinked back in from the hallway, still naked,
but hiding herself behind the first chair in the room.
     "Sweetie, Mommy's not mad.  You're just showing off to Uncle
Jim, and that's okay.  Mommy likes Uncle Jim."  She winked and
smiled at Jim.
     Taking that as a cue, Jim unzipped his fly again and pulled
out his semi-stiff prick.  He prodded it in Ellen's direction, and
she took the hint.  Engulfing his schlong in her mouth, Ellen
motioned Debbie closer.
     "Your mom wants to show you something, Debbie," Jim
translated.
     When Debbie was right beside Ellen's cock-filled face, the
oversexed mother popped her mouth off the tip and said, "Okay,
Debbie, I want you to try."
     Debbie opened her mouth wide and Jim gleefully transferred his
prick from mother to daughter.  Debbie's inexperienced mouth
reminded Jim of the early sexual experiences in his life.  He
savoured every sensation with a twinge of nostalgia... and
perverted lust for a seven year-old girl.

(end of Part 1... stay tuned for part 2... feedback, but not flames, 
welcome)

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