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o The 'Bookshelf collection' offers a very wide variety of o
o stories. They have been submitted by people from all over the o
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o I don't believe in categorizing things. "I don't want to o
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o a lot more fun to browse around and find 'little' surprises o
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o Lest we forget!!! This story was produced as adult en- o
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Night of the Intruder (work, affiar)
by Robert E. Epps
*
Joy sat at her desk and stared at the two stacks of order logs piled before
her, one on each side of her keyboard. The stack on the left contained orders
she'd already entered that day, and the one on the right contained those yet
to be entered.
The stack on the right was still much larger.
She sighed and looked at the clock: five minutes past seven. Everyone else
had gone home for the night except her boss, whom she could hear rummaging
through a file cabinet in his office. Two hard workers, working late. Joy
sighed again as she looked at the work still to be done. She'd told Carl that
she'd for sure have them done that day, and now she was regretting those
words. Her fingers returned to the keyboard, and she got as far as the
quantity ordered when her boss called to her from down the hall.
"Joy, could you come here? I need a favor of you."
"Okay, just a minute!" Oh great, what else is he going to ask me to do now?
She finished entering the data for that customer, and transferred the sheet of
paper from the right stack to the left. Then she rolled her chair back from
her desk and got up.
Joy was eager to go home, because she was feeling quite horny!
She strode down the hall and knocked on Carl's closed door. She heard what
sounded like some kind of box being dropped onto his desk, then he answered
her knock. "Come on in!"
Joy opened the door and entered. Her boss was seated in his large and very
comfortable-looking chair at his huge L-shaped desk. Papers, books, magazines,
and other assorted items of importance to the company were scattered all over
it. A Compaq 386 and a printer sat nestled amidst the turmoil on one end. On
top of one pile of magazines sat a pink cardboard box.
"Yes?" Joy sat down in a chair next to the door, and waited expectantly. Her
boss simply looked at her for a moment, then spoke.
"You know, Joy, you have been working very hard lately, and I really
appreciate your staying late all week to help get our backlog of orders into
the system. Thank you very much!" Joy blushed and smiled shyly. It had indeed
been a busy week! "You're welcome. I'm sorry I didn't get all of that stack
entered like I sai-"
"That's all right, don't worry! Might as well go home now. Heck, I'm out of
here myself very shortly. But before you leave, could you spare a moment to
give me your opinion on something?"
Joy nodded.
"I bought something for my wife today, and I just wanted to know if you think
I made a good selection. I'm really not much of an expert on this sort of
thing." He indicated the pink box with his hand. Joy got up, walked to the
desk, and picked it up. Whatever it was, it was very light!
"Go ahead and open it."
Joy slid her fingers into the seam, pulled the top flap open, and peered at
the contents. She sucked in her breath slowly as her whole body tingled.
Surrounded by a red velvety packing material, the delicate silk lingerie
looked heavenly.
"Do you think it's nice?"
"Oooh yes, Carl, I think you made a fine choice! Your wife is really going to
love it, I bet." Something tugged at a cord inside her head. Hadn't she
overheard Julie recently mentioning that Carl and his wife had separated?
Perhaps this was part of the "patching-up" process.
"Are you going to give it to her tonight?" Joy looked at the soft lace again,
and imagined her own body barely concealed by its nearly transparent patterns
as some lucky man gazed at her wide-eyed and drooling. The heat rose rapidly
within her.
"I'd like to, but I can't yet -- she's out of town on business." His voice
was tinged with disappointment, and a kind of longing. His eyes were locked
on Joy.
"That's too bad -- you and she could have alot of fun tonight." She smiled,
and Carl chuckled. "Yep, sure could have."
Joy's fingers slid into the box and felt the smooth sensuous fabric. She
imagined it covering her skin, the top part lifting her breasts up and hiding
her sensitive nipples, and the bottom part soaring above her sexy hips and
plunging down between her legs, rubbing slightly against her vagina as she
moved her hips seductively. Oooooooh...
"Do you want to see what it looks like on me?"
Her horny mind had taken control of her mouth before her logical mind could
react. She blushed and grinned sheepishly at her now wide-eyed boss, and
continued to run her fingers through the soft fabric.
"Uh, er, well yes! If y-you want to, that is..."
"Oh I DO want to. Be right back!" Joy turned and strode quickly out of the
office and down the hall toward the lady's room, clasping the box to her side.
She entered the restroom, and put the box down next to the sink. Joy looked
at herself in the mirror. Then she smiled, and began to expose succulent
flesh.
Her boobs swung to and fro as she bent down and pulled the stockings over her
legs. They enclosed her thighs in what seemed like a soft caress, frozen in
time. She pulled the panties on, enjoying the feel of the thin strap gently
squeezing her hips. Then she covered her breasts with the bra and fastened it
behind her back. Lastly she pulled on the long silk gloves.
Joy looked in the mirror. A heart-poundingly sexy figure smiled back at her.
The black lace accented every luscious curve perfectly, and revealed much
while still leaving something to one's horny imagination. She ran her hands
slowly up her sides, and then up over her head, while watching her image in
the mirror. No matter how she moved, it looked SO sexy. Joy felt so hot now...
She turned, and left the lady's room. She stood in the hallway now, and she
smiled as she wondered how many times before a lady had been in this building
wearing something like she was wearing now. (Or less!) She hoped she was the
first. Oooooh... She walked slowly down the hall toward Carl's office.
Passing an office to her right, she imagined its daytime occupant being there
now, seeing this sexy apparition floating by his doorway. Would he just be
able to sit there, or would he jump up and head out into the hall for another
look? Mmmmm maybe more than just a look! She entered Carl's office, and
closed the door behind her.
Her boss stared at her luscious body.
Joy put her hands behind her head, lifting her chest and making her boobs
strain against the bra. Her nipples poked through the fabric, beckoning any
lookers to come over and touch them. She turned to her left, then to her
right, letting Carl see her from different angles. She lowered her arms, and
put her hands on her thighs. Then she wrapped her arms underneath her bra,
and pressed her breasts up high with her forearms. Carl watched all this with
obvious pleasure.
"You look beautiful in it," he finally managed to say.
"Mmmmmm thank you," Joy said throatily. She put one foot up on a chair and
bent over her raised thigh, rubbing it tenderly with both hands. The air
conditioner clicked on somewhere nearby, and soon cool air blew over her body
from a vent right above her. Her skin broke out in goosebumps, and her
nipples hardened. "Oooooh I better move away from the vent..." She walked
over to the big desk, right across from her lust-filled boss, and struck
another sexy pose.
Carl's hands were rubbing the surface of the desk, and Joy could hear his
breathing become heavier. She knew that she was committed to making this
night HIS night, one he would never forget, and she was so happy. And so
HOT...
"I think you made a very good selection. It feels so nice. So soft." She
caressed her body, just a few feet in front of him. Her hands pressed inward
at the sides of her bra, and the beautiful titflesh welled up in the center,
above the top of the bra. "SO soft..." One hand caressed a sexy thigh as the
other rubbed her stomach, and then her pussy. The fabric there stretched as
she rubbed, becoming a little narrower and allowing more pubic hair to be
visible. Joy "ooooh"ed softly, and sucked her breath in sharply, as the
fabric rubbed against her sensitive pussy lips.
Carl clutched at objects on the desk. One hand squeezed the stuffed Opus
which stood guard when the boss was not around. His hips moved to and fro in
the chair, and his hard cock rubbed tightly against his underwear.
Joy put her hands on the desk, stood on her toes, and leaned forward. Her
chest drew within a few feet of her boss's face, and his head drifted forward
as if pushed by some gentle, invisible force. When his lips were less than an
inch away, she pulled back, smiled, and wagged a finger at him. "Mmmmm you're
a naughty boy aren't you?" He looked at her pleadingly, then that look of
pure lust returned as Joy continued to move about erotically before him.
Joy's horniness level seemed to increase exponentially as her body drew closer
and closer to Carl. She pushed papers aside to clear a spot on the desk, and
climbed up on it. She stood on her knees and played with her boobs, and Carl
slowly slid his chair forward so he could be closer to the succulent body on
his desk. Joy lifted her arms and shook her chest from side to side, just
inches in front of his face. She rubbed her belly and thighs and hips and
fingered her pussy, at one point pushing the fabric aside a little bit to
reveal even more.
He just HAD to touch that inviting flesh... He reached forward and put his
hands lightly on her sexy hips. Joy lowered herself until her rump was
resting on her lower legs, and spread her legs just a bit. Carl caressed the
smooth fabric that covered her thighs, and then his hands slid up to feel the
exposed flesh between the tops of the stockings and the strap of the panties.
His thumbs felt the edges of her pussy hairs as he rubbed and squeezed her
smooth skin.
"Oooooh do you like how I feel?" Carl nodded, his eyes bobbing up and down as
they scanned her thighs and hips and stomach and chest.
"I'd like you to feel me all over."
"I'd love to feel you all over."
"Mmmmmmm..."
Joy could not remember ever feeling so good. Her boss's hands caressed so
tenderly, stroked her skin so wonderfully. She thought it was one of life's
greatest gifts that something like this existed which could feel so good to
both people involved. She hoped the sensations would last for hours and
hours...
Carl's hands slid around Joy's hips and up her sides. He pulled his chair in
even closer, and as he caressed her shoulders, his face moved to within an
inch of her chest. Joy slid her hands up his arms and gently rubbed his neck
and the sides of his face. Carl stuck his tongue out and let it touch a bit
of exposed breastflesh. Warm. Soft. His tongue tasted more, flicking back and
forth. He pulled her shoulders forward, and her chest pressed against his
lips. Then he could not hold back any more. His hands went around her back,
feeling for the clasp. With a quick movement the bra was loosened, and he
pulled it downward with his lips. Joy's hands slid to the back of Carl's head
as he pressed his face into her chest and hungrily devoured the scrumptuous
flesh.
Licking and nibbling, he went after her hard nipples like someone consumed
with one burning passion. Joy's whole body writhed, and she pressed his head
against her more tightly. His hands came around to the sides of her chest,
and pressed her boobs together to provide more flesh to bury his face in. He
pulled his head back and just watched with great pleasure as he squeezed and
kneaded her boobs with his hands, and then his lips and tongue dove in for
more. Joy removed one of her silk gloves, held it at each end behind his
head, and rubbed his head with it as he continued to feast on her.
Joy no longer had any desire to go home.
Carl looked up at Joy's face, his chin still between her breasts. She smiled.
"Do you think I am doing a good job of modeling your new purchase?"
"Ooooooh yesMMMPHH..." He began to kiss and lick her chest and neck and
shoulders all over. Joy sighed and moaned with pleasure, and her hands
reached underneath the back of his shirt and up, to massage his bare back.
She was sliding around the smooth surface of the desk now, and papers and
magazines were pushed over the edges and onto the floor. The perpetrators of
this increased mess hardly noticed or cared. Joy leaned back on her elbows as
Carl's tongue licked at every square inch of exposed skin. His hands pulled
her stockings off as he munched on her belly and waist. Then those lusty
greedy hands went after her panties. He pulled them down her legs as his
tongue followed right behind, tasting sexy thighs and legs and even feet. Then
he flung the panties on the floor, and stood up to observe the writhing mass
of hot passion on his desk.
Joy was experiencing absolute sexual bliss. The awareness and feel of her
totally naked body, exposed to this very horny man and the cool air of the
office, had elevated her to a level of passion and sexual desire she had never
felt before. Her tasty body was so vulnerable to his every erotic whim! It
continued to undulate and writhe as she waited with incredible eagerness for
whatever her boss chose to do next.
Carl removed his already-loosened tie, and flung it away. He unbuttoned his
shirt quickly, very eager to feel his bare chest pressed against hers. Soon
his pants and underwear joined his shirt and tie on the floor. He put his
hands on either side of Joy's supple legs, and slid them upward. They came
close to each other and slid right along each side of her pussy, just barely
grazing the lips. He got up on the desk, and his body lowered toward hers as
his hands continued up her body. They gave her breasts another good squeeze,
and then they traveled across her shoulders and up her neck to the sides of
her face. He settled his body on top of hers gently, keeping most of the
weight on his elbows. Her boobs pressed deliciously against his chest, and he
closed his eyes for a moment and sighed with the sensation. Her whole body
felt so warm and soft against his. He kissed her neck and chin and cheeks.
Then his lips found hers.
Joy had never kissed a man so passionately in her life. Only now did she
learn the true power of the tongue. Carl's slid deeply into her mouth,
probing and tasting her gums and lips and tongue. They curled and twisted
around each other, and Joy sent her tongue on a deep counterattack. The two
writhing bodies rubbed and ground against each other as they kissed with
increasing fervor. His hands were all over her body again, rubbing and
squeezing and caressing everything within reach. His hard cock rubbed against
her waist and pussy and inner thighs.
It was quite some time before their lips parted. Carl held Joy tight against
him and gazed into her eyes. They were both practically in a new uncharted
state of mind, a knowledge that anything was possible, and a desire to
experience as much of it as they could. They both wanted this to last for a
long long time. There was no need to hurry. They just gazed into each other's
eyes and smiled and spoke of hot sexy things, sizzling erotic possibilities to
explore, as their bodies pressed against each other and exchanged heat energy.
They whispered and chuckled and giggled and grinned as wild ideas flew back
and forth. They settled on one they both thought had wonderfully erotic
possibilities. Then they began to kiss again. This kiss lasted even longer
than the first.
Then, reluctantly, but with excited anticipation of the fun to come, their
bodies separated and they got up off the desk. Carl dressed, and Joy giggled
as she watched him stuff his hard cock into his underwear. She sat down in his
big executive chair, still naked and oh so very horny. When he finished
dressing, he told Joy, "oooooh you look so tasty! Don't go anywhere, I'll be
back in a minute." She winked at him seductively and blew him a kiss. He
looked at her a moment longer with burning desire, then turned and left the
office, closing the door behind him.
Joy sat in the big chair, tweaking a nipple with one hand and rubbing her clit
with the other. She looked at the papers which covered Carl's desk, and her
eyes fell on a mess of doodles which covered a sheet next to the phone.
Amidst the spirals and squiggles and strange faces were hot sexy caricatures:
a hand squeezing a breast, two lovers in a tight embrace, a guy's tongue
licking a girl's pussy, and others. Ooooooh, thought Joy, this guy is hot ALL
the time! She looked at his erotic art and continued to caress her body.
Some minutes went by, then the door opened and Carl reentered the room,
carrying another cardboard box. He set it down on the desk as Joy got up from
the chair and stood next to him, making sure that her body was touching his in
as many places as possible. Carl reached into the box and pulled out a
T-shirt and OP shorts. "I hope these fit you okay, they've been in the trunk
of my car for who knows how long!" He handed them to Joy. She slowly put on
the shorts, rubbing her body against Carl in the process. The shorts were
rather tight, and the T-shirt was especially so! Carl watched hungrily as she
pulled it on. Her chest really strained the fabric, and the bottom of the
shirt did not quite cover her navel. Joy thought that if she arched her back
and lifted her boobs up, they'd probably tear right through the shirt!
Mmmmmmm... She stepped up behind him, and wrapped her arms around him as her
chest pressed against his back. Carl could not resist turning around in her
arms and giving her a LONG hug and kiss.
About ten minutes later, Carl was alone in the room. The lights were off. He
sat in his chair, counting silently to one hundred. Then he got up, took some
items from the box, and stuffed them in his pockets. Flashlight in hand, he
made his way to the door, opened it, and stepped out into the hall.
The whole building was dark. The beam of Carl's flashlight played along the
walls and floor. He felt SO horny, and looked eagerly forward to finding that
luscious body. He smiled as he savored the hot sexy possibilities...
The boss had just pulled up to his company late in the evening to do some
last-minute preparations for a meeting tomorrow. He'd been walking to the
front door when he noticed that the red light on the alarm panel just inside
the glass door was not shining. In addition, a green light was blinking,
indicating that one or more motion sensors inside the building were picking up
movement.
An unauthorized visitor was in the building, someone who'd known the alarm
code. Someone perhaps now in the process of stealing confidential company
secrets! But fearless Carl would put a stop to this...
And so the fantasy began.
Carl crept silently along the hallway, flashlight in one hand and a
battery-powered squirtgun in the other. He listened for telltale sounds that
would give away the intruder's location, but so far could not hear anything...
There! A faint sound, coming from somewhere on the other side of the building
-- probably the manufacturing area. He entered the kitchen area, passed
through the dining room, and entered another hallway. He stopped to listen.
No sounds could be heard except those emitted by the cooling fans of some
computers in a nearby lab. He made his way slowly toward Manufacturing.
Joy was having the time of her life: slinking around in the darkness, wearing
these super-tight clothes that did little to hide her sensuous curves. She
tiptoed quietly behind a huge Amistar pick-and-place machine, and leaned
against it. Ooooh! The metal felt cold. She pressed a breast against it,
and the coldness made the nipple instantly harden. She did the same with her
other breast, then let her fingers fondle her firm nipples through the
stretched fabric of the T-shirt.
Carl put his ear up to the door of Manufacturing and listened. He thought
he'd heard a noise, but he was not sure where it had come from. There was
nothing but silence now. He turned the knob, and pushed the big heavy door
slowly open. The hinges squeaked.
Joy's head turned in the direction of the faint squeak coming from downstairs.
Oooooh he's coming! Coming to feast on her body and play with her boobs and
and kiss her until her lips fell off and suck all the juices out of her hot
pussy... She had to hide deeper, protect herself from danger. She walked
slowly away from the machine on tip-toes, trying not to make the floorboards
of the recently installed second-story balcony offices squeak. Her penlight
cast a very faint glow in front of her, providing a bare minimum illumination
without advertising her whereabouts.
Carl wound his away around pieces of machinery in various stages of assembly.
He flashed his light all about, searching behind cabinets, underneath lab
benches, between shelf units. No sign of the intruder. His throbbing cock
rammed against his pants as he thought of what he would do when he FOUND the
intruder...
Joy descended a stairway she'd never even seen before as quietly as she could,
and found herself facing an enormous slab of granite. Used as an ultra-flat
and stable work table for precision machining, it was at least ten feet long
by maybe eight feet wide. It sat in a metal frame like the frame of a bed,
and there was about a foot or so of space underneath it, just enough room for
her. She slid underneath it on her back, and pushed herself along the concrete
floor until she was up against a wall. She turned off the penlight, and a
curtain of darkness settled over everything. Her chest pressed against the
cold granite. The thought of all that weight poised above her, perhaps TONS,
was amazingly erotic!
Carl definitely heard a noise that time! The squeak of a stair step
somewhere. The intruder was upstairs. He made his way quickly to the
stairway and ascended. There were few places the intruder could go from here.
The intruder would soon know the wrath of a VERY HORNY high company official!
He flashed his light into the new accounting offices. No sign of anybody
there. Especially a SEXY body. He crept up to a closet, and yanked the door
open, expecting to see Joy throw up her arms in surrender (which would make
her boobs REALLY stretch the shirt, mmmmmm...) But no such luck. Just piles
and piles of plotter paper. He closed the door and headed back down the short
hallway. He was about to give up on the upstairs area when he noticed the
other stairway nearly hidden behind a desk.
Joy could hear him opening the closet upstairs. Ooooh he's so close now, and
probably sooooo horny! She arched her back and pressed her boobs even harder
against the granite as her fingers caressed her thighs and reached up inside
the tight shorts to fondle her pussy. She imagined the thoughts running
through her pursuer's mind, and smiled. Then she saw a flash of light from the
stairway.
Carl descended the steps slowly. The intruder HAD to be down here, and he
better not take any chances! His gun was held at the ready. No one would get
away with confidential company information... He reached the bottom and
entered the workshop. Metalworking equipment filled the room, and the smell
of metal and oil permeated the dank air. Long high metal shelves ran along
one wall, with plenty of gaps where someone could hide. An enormous milling
machine offered more hiding spaces, and there was a doorway leading to the
foreman's office, a walled-in cube next to a huge granite table.
He scanned the shelves with his flashlight, then headed for the foreman's
office. A quick look turned up no sign of Joyflesh, and he emerged from the
office and sat down on the granite slab to think. Where could the intruder be
hiding? He slowly ran the beam of the flashlight around the room. And then a
big grin spread across his face, and his cock hardened again.
One of Joy's hands was inside her shorts, the other was up inside her shirt,
and her body was undulating with the pleasures her hands were giving her, when
she was hit by the flashlight beam. She looked in its direction and saw only
the brilliant light, moving slowly back and forth, scanning her whole body.
Then it dropped on the floor, still illuminating her, and a grunting animal
came sliding in toward her.
The animal's hands landed on her stomach and began to paw at her all over.
"Aha! I got you!!" He slid up next to her and slid one hand between the
granite and her chest. "Oooooh you are one SEXY intruder! I think I will wait
and have some fun with you before calling the police. Now do as I say and you
won't be harmed."
Joy tried to get away, scrambling quickly away from her captor. Her sexy legs
kicked at the hands that clutched at them.
"POW! POW!!" Clackclackclackclack Joy's body was struck by a pulsating
stream of water. Carl watched with great horniness as her shirt became wet
and began to stick to her body. She emerged from the end of the table and got
up, with Carl right behind. He reached up and let loose another round of
gunfire, and Joy backed up against the wall, between two metal shelf units.
Her shirt was drenched now, and her areole were now just as visible as her
erect nipples. It was a wet T-shirt lover's hottest dream, and Carl's face
plunged into the wet warmth. His hands spread her arms out, pinning her
against the wall as he enjoyed her boobs yet again. Her sexy hips gyrated with
the sensations, and then Carl reached into his pocket and brought out some
rope. He reached up and tied a piece loosely around her wrist, and bound it
to a corner of one shelf unit. He did the same with her other wrist, and then
slowly dropped to his knees, dragging his face down her chest and stomach as
he went. He bound her ankles as he had done to her wrists. Then he stepped
back and observed his captive as she struggled against her bonds.
"So you thought you could prowl unchecked through this company and steal our
secrets huh? With anyone else I would just call that cops and have you hauled
away, but in YOUR case, I've decided to take the law into my own hands!" With
that he approached her again. He put his hands on her hips and felt her
smooth flesh as he pressed his crotch against hers. Then he took hold of the
bottom front of her shirt, and pulled outward with each hand.
RRRRRRRRRIP!!!
The shirt tore all the way up, and her boobs bounced out. He put his hands
around them, and just looked at how they moved and changed shape so
deliciously as he played with them. Then his tongue alighted on one nipple
and began to flick back and forth. Her skin was still moist from the
squirtgun, and he pulled the hand towel from his coat pocket and toweled her
off, enjoying every curve and crevice the towel passed over. Then he slowly
unzipped those tight shorts, and slid them down her silky legs.
Joy leaned back against the wall and reveled in the tactile sensations all
over her body: his hands and face enjoying her many wonders, and the feel of
the ropes, restricting her movements and making her body totally vulnerable to
his every whim. She could not escape his horny desires. And did not want to!
He now stood before her naked, and his big hard cock jabbed at her crotch as
he pressed his chest against hers. His hands slid outward along her arms, and
their bodies rubbed together as his tongue slid all over her neck and face.
Then it traveled downward, spiraling around her chest and in between those
luscious mounds, visiting both peaks, and then continuing downward. His hands
slid down her sides as he licked and kissed her stomach all over, and then her
hips and thighs. Her hips slowly gyrated as his tongue drew nearer to her
pussy. When he got there, her hands jerked against the ropes.
He lapped at her pussy, tickling the lips and tasting her flowing juices.
Then his tongue slid in between the lips and forced its way into her. "Uhhh!"
she moaned sharply as he penetrated deeper and his lips touched hers. His
tongue wiggled around inside and then withdrew. He licked at the lips some
more, and then plunged even deeper inside the second time. His hands clutched
at her hips as his tongue was squeezed by the walls of her love channel. Her
pubic hairs tickled his lips as his tongue powered into her. His tongue
withdrew again, and he slid it quickly up her body, between her breasts, and
jabbed it in her mouth.
Joy could taste the sweetness of her juices on his tongue. Their lips ground
together as their tongues danced with each other. His cock rubbed against her
pussy, making her fiery hot! She pulled at the ropes and her body bucked
forward, and then his body pushed hers back against the wall. His arms
wrapped around her and hugged her tight as they continued to kiss. He was
leaning against her now, their bodies pressed tightly together. His hands
slid out along her arms again, and gripped her wrists. Joy moved her crotch
in and out, grinding it against his throbbing member. It felt so incredible!
He reached over with both hands, and freed one of her wrists. Her hand rested
on his shoulder as he reached the other way and freed her other arm. She
reached around behind his head and pulled his lips against hers again.
Carl slid down her body again, and undid the ropes at her feet. Then he put
one arm behind her legs, and lifted her up. She put one hand around his cock
and squeezed it as he carried her over to the granite slab.
They did not notice the unforgiving hardness of the surface at all as they
embraced tightly and rolled over and over, kissing and kissing and kissing...
Their stomachs ground together as Joy pivoted on top of Carl, and then she
found herself face-to-head with his big cock. She put her hands around the
base and stroked his balls just as she felt his tongue lap at her pussy. Her
own tongue darted forward and took a swipe at this love muscle before her. It
bounced backwards like a punching bag, and quickly sprung forward for more.
She stabbed at it with her tongue, and then curled one hand around it. Mmmmmm
I wonder how sensitive the head is.... Her tongue lightly teased it. She
felt his body buck underneath her, and his tongue plunged into her vagina.
That made her tongue press down hard on his cock, and his body quivered again.
Joy curled her tongue around his member and spiraled her way up it. Then she
kissed the head with her lips.
Then she took him in her mouth.
Her lips parted, and his cock slid inside. First just a little way, her
tongue dancing around on the head. Then she closed her lips around it and
took it in deep. Her cheeks pulled inward as she sucked and feasted on his
penis, like a kid eating a Bomb Pop. Wet slurping noises could be heard
coming from both ends of this writhing mass of hot flesh.
Carl's tongue plunged really deep, and his cock popped out of her mouth as she
moaned in ecstasy. She gripped his cock with one hand and began to stroke it.
Now it was HE who was moaning! She slid forward, and pressed his dick into
her chest. She moved it back and forth across one nipple like a windshield
wiper. She pressed it hard into one boob, seeing how far in it could go. She
shook her chest back and forth, and her boobs smacked against Carl's cock and
bobbed it from side to side. Then she took it into her mouth again and sucked
on it harder than before.
Carl's body lunged beneath her as he cried out "oooooUUUHH!!"
Joy's mouth filled with steaming hot cum.
She let his cock pop out, and stroked at it as cum shot out all over her chest.
She smeared it around with one hand as she yanked on his tool with the other.
His hands clutched tightly at her buttocks. The stream of cum slowed to a
trickle as his flaming member began to grow limp.
She pivoted around on him again, and pressed her sticky chest against his.
They panted heavily, regaining their breaths. Then they kissed again.
Four hours later, the metal shop foreman arrived at work. He went into his
office, picked up a long roll, and brought it out to the table. He unrolled
it there and began to make various changes to the blueprint with a pencil,
while leaning on his other hand. When he got up again, he found a little bit
of sticky stuff on that hand. He looked at it curiously for a moment, then
wiped it on his pants and carried the roll back into his office.
--- Robert E. Epps.