____________________________ | | /)| KRISTEN'S BOOKSHELF |(\ / )| DIRECTORIES |( \ __( (|____________________________|) )__ ((( \ \ > /_) ( \ < / / ))) (\\\ \ \_/ / \ \_/ / ///) \ / \ / \ _/ \_ / / / \ \ o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o This part of my collection offers a very wide variety of o o stories. They have been submitted by people from all over the o o world. Also from alt.sex.stories (Newsgroups). There is no o o particular order other than offering them to you in alpha- o o betical directories. o o I don't believe in categorizing things. "I don't want to o o be typed therefore I don't type things myself." I think it's o o a lot more fun to browse around and find 'little' surprises o o that you might not have even thought of looking for. o o Lest we forget!!! This story was produced as adult en- o o tertainment and should not be read by minors. Kristen o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o Not Your Ordinary Accountant (MF, work) by Anon PIXNIX Author (c) 1991 *** It was Susan's first day on the job. She wasn't expecting it to be a very exciting job. After all, accounting isn't a very exciting line of work. However, there was one thing about the office that appealed to her, and he was sitting two desks away, in the corner of the room. Susan was an extremely attractive thirty year old with long wavy black hair, beautiful green eyes, an alarmingly seductive smile, and an amazingly firm, full figure that seemed unnaturally proportioned. She stood five foot seven and had the lower body of a dancer, strong firm legs and a tight round behind, and the upper torso of an opera singer, large supple breasts seemingly as firm as her legs -- and, there were thousands of men who, after laying their eyes upon them, wished to compare their firmness for themselves. The man sitting in the corner was Ted Bixby. Ted was a quiet man. He never missed a day in the four years that he's been working here. He never even took his vacation time. His boss, Frank Dunlop, was always kidding him, saying that he wasn't human. For, no human, he would say, could work as long and as hard as Ted without losing their sanity. But, deep down inside, Frank couldn't imagine what he'd do without Ted. Susan wasn't sure what it was about Ted that excited her. He certainly wasn't the type of guy she was usually attracted to: he wasn't athletic-looking, tall, or particularly striking at all. In fact, he was quite plain-looking. He was no taller than Susan and couldn't weigh any more than 140 lbs. And, seeing that he was working here, under a guy like Frank (a nice guy, but not the type that would get very far in life), he couldn't have much money either. "So what is it about Ted that is attracting me so powerfully," Susan fought hard to find an answer. She hadn't been this attracted to someone since she was in high school and first caught sight of the captain of the football team. "He had a great body," she remembered fondly, "but he just didn't know how to take his time in the sack." Susan has never had to worry about attracting any man that she was attracted to. Usually, in fact, she had to worry about getting rid of the hundreds she wasn't attracted to. She had a very healthy sex drive, but she never became a slave to it. With her looks, she was always able to be picky about the men she slept with (unlike some of her friends who became desperate enough to sleep with anyone or anything). Yes, she was always lucky in love. And, that brings up another strange thing about Ted. Susan hadn't noticed him checking her out at all during the day, not even a quick glance. And, she was staring long and hard enough at Ted to have noticed if he had. Even when she was introduced to him, he only gave her a small wave and a courteous smile and then it was back to the paperwork for him. Some women are bothered by men continually staring at them, but for Susan it was just the opposite. She expected men to stare longingly at her (and make fools of themselves in the process), they always have. Now, the fact that Ted wasn't staring, bothered her very much. "Maybe it's the fact that he isn't interested, that interests me so much," she said as a possibility. "No," she said with a slight tone of resignation, "that's not it. I just can't seem to put my finger on it." She sighed, then shifted her train of thought,"of course," she said with newfound hope, "it's this outfit. This is my most demure dress and blouse combination, maybe he just hasn't gotten a really good look at me yet. Well, tomorrow Ted Bixby won't be able to concentrate on anything but me; not his paperwork, not his calculations, not his lunch, and not even the time of day." The next morning, Susan entered the office and noticed that Ted was already at his desk, hard at work. He didn't seem to notice her, not even the pleasingly seductive aroma of her favorite fragrance. "I can't believe it," she thought to herself, "'Midnight Passion' has never failed me before." She was a little upset by his lack of reaction, but she had never been one to give up before she got her man. "He may be a tough nut to crack," she thought with a purposeful grin on her face, "but I've got a nutcracker I'm willing to try out on him." She decided to check out the effect of the outfit she had chosen, and walked over to the water bubbler. She was wearing a green v-neck sweater, which not only brought out the green of her eyes, but hugged her breasts firmly, accentuating their form and showcasing them through the large opening. She had also chosen to wear her black leather mini, which clung to her behind and muscular thighs enticingly. It came down a few inches below her butt, displaying her beautiful long legs, which were enhanced by the heels she was wearing. She had a slow purposeful walk that looked as though it had taken her years to perfect. Her tight round behind softly swayed from side to side, while her supple inviting breasts teased the eyes of onlookers as they bounced around, struggling to free themselves from the confines of her clothing. Once she got to the water cooler, which stood in the corner of the room directly in front of Ted's desk, she gave Ted a coy stare over her shoulder. He didn't notice. She then bent her shoulders (much further than she had to) and reached down to retrieve a paper cup, and more importantly, to allow her ample breasts to swing into the full view provided by the v-collar. Susan had always found bras to be confining, uncomfortable, and impractical when it came to impressing a man. She looked up at Ted as she grabbed a paper cup, he still didn't notice her. She then gave a disdainful frown, and turned her ass to him. She lowered the cup under the faucet, once again exaggerating her bend, and began to fill it with water. Again she sneaked a peek at his face. With the sight of her taught smooth tan legs and her tight skirt riding up revealing her pink satin panties staring him in the face, he would have to look. No man could resist such a welcome invitation for inspection. Susan was very confused and upset, he still wasn't looking. Suddenly, a cold wet sensation ran down her arm, the water was overflowing in her cup. She took her hand away from the faucet and shook her hand dry. She couldn't believe how much he had captivated her. "It's not supposed to be working this way," she said to herself, "he's the one who's supposed to be losing his concentration, not me." She thought of the possibility of his being gay. But, she remembered having caught every gay man she had ever met checking her out. Whether it was through interest, or just checking the competition, they all stared. In fact, most admitted to her that they were thinking of becoming bi-sexuals after they caught sight of her. "No, he's not gay either," she said regretfully to herself, "he doesn't dress well enough. It's got to be something though. It can't be me, can it?" For the first time in her life, Susan felt old and unattractive. She decided to test her looks on Frank. He was a normal man, an ordinary guy. "If he isn't moved by my presence then I'll know that I've lost it," she told herself. After she finished her water and discarded the cup, she headed slowly, laciviously, back to her desk. With a quick glance at Ted, she noticed his face was still in his work. Once she reached her desk (which was directly in front of Frank's office), she paused and began a long stretching yawn that sent tremors through her body. Quickly, she glanced over her shoulder into Frank's office. He held a cup of coffee inches from his mouth, suspended motionlessly. His mouth hung open, and his eyes were fixed on her pink satin panties and the finest ass he had ever set his eyes upon. He either didn't know that she saw him staring like that, or he couldn't stop himself. "Busted!" Susan said, then smiled, sort of applauding herself, and pulled her skirt back down over her panties and tight behind. As she got to her desk and sat in her chair, she noticed that Frank still hadn't managed to move the hand which held the cup of coffee. "Well, at least it isn't me," she said cheerfully. Susan spent the rest of the morning intermittently staring at Ted, but he never looked back. However, Frank's eyes were filled with hope and anticipation every time it appeared as though she was going to get up from her seat. She noticed Frank's ravenous glare, and decided to have a little fun with him. Throughout the day, she dropped paperclips, papers, her calculator, pencils and pens. Almost everything on her desk found its way to the floor sooner or later. Rather than just bend over and retrieve the items (which is what Frank was waiting for with excitement building in the crotch of his pants), she kicked them over to the opposite side of her desk (out of view of Frank's office) and picked them up with her right hand. Frank was so frustrated with his obstructed view that he opted for a better vantage point. He put his coffee down, and went for a glass of water every fifteen minutes. Each time, staring at Susan with the look a dog gives a piece of meat balancing on the edge of a table. He was trying to will her to drop something. She couldn't believe how easy it was to toy with poor Frank. She couldn't believe his bladder hadn't burst yet (drinking all that water). And, she couldn't believe she actually felt sorry for the pathetic twerp. "I must be getting soft," she joked to herself. By the end of the afternoon, Susan ran out of ideas on how to get to Ted, and decided to do something that she had long ago promised herself she would never do -- she made the first move. It was a first for her. She felt like a woman who was hard up for attention. But, of course, that was ridiculous. Ted was making some final calculations when he was startled by Susan's voice. "Excuse me, Ted," she said innocently. He looked up and noticed that she had placed her hands on the edge of his desk, and was leaning in towards him, with her shoulders hunched slightly forward. Susan detected a brief glance at her breasts and smiled, then continued: "I'm sorry to bother you, but I was wondering if you were busy tonight." Ted just stared blankly into her eyes. "Well, are you?" she asked again, suddenly feeling quite foolish and self-conscious. She almost expected Ted to ignore her and stare down at his work, but instead he spoke. "Why do you ask?" he said conversationally. Susan couldn't believe her ears. He had such an air of confidence and power in his voice that she nearly swooned. "I was hoping that you could give me some advice on how to deal with a few of my accounts... and... maybe we could catch some dinner?" She barely fought the last few words out of her trembling lips. She felt so childish making up stories in order to go out with him. "Why can't I just tell him that I'm strongly attracted to him and take it from there?" she asked herself. Once again, Ted was silent for what appeared to be several long minutes. He stared deeply into Susan's eyes, a small smile spreading across his lips, and then he spoke again. "I'd like that very much." Susan's skin began to tingle and she felt warm all over. She gave him her address and he said he'd be by at seven to pick her up. He also added that he would make reservations at 'Chez Pierre' and that it would be appropriate for her to wear one of her most elegant outfits. He was very sly as well, as he mentioned that, although he was very fond of what she was now wearing, he didn't think that the men in the restaurant would be able to concentrate long enough to eat. She laughed partly at what he said (which she took more as a fact than as a joke), but mostly because of how excited she now was. She was more attracted to Ted now than she had ever been, and she succeeded in catching his attention after all. That night, while they sat in the restaurant, Susan couldn't believe the transformation Ted had gone through. He had shown up at her apartment wearing a black suit with fine red pinstripes. His hair was slicked back, seeming to give more depth to his face. He appeared to be more muscular and slightly taller than she had first estimated as well. But there was more to his change than his physical appearance, he was surging with energy. His eyes were lit with a fire that moved Susan deep within her soul. He was bursting with magnetism, and consequently Susan's blood was boiling. When he would speak to her, he would lean real close, brushing his body against hers and looking deeply, longingly into her eyes. He put his hand on her knee, and she could feel his warmth. For the second time today, she tingled all over. Slowly he rubbed his hand up and down her thigh, each time sliding it further and further under her dress. She reached down and grabbed hold of his hand, not to stop him, but to feel what he was feeling, to gain strength from what was coursing through his veins. They were out of sight at a private booth in the corner of the restaurant. And even though she knew the waiter could pop his head around the corner any second, Susan was totally uninhibited. She urged his hand all the way up her thigh, until Ted could feel how wet she was becoming. Ted leaned over, and their lips met passionately. Their heads jerked wildly as their tongues thrashed inside each others mouths. Ted slid his hand under her panties and up inside of her, one finger at a time. He could feel how hot she was as Susan let out a tremendous sigh. Soon, her hand was at his crotch trying to determine how aroused he was. She was on fire, and almost forgot they were in a restaurant. She couldn't locate the head of his penis through his pants, so she traced her way back to his testicles, to begin her search again. She couldn't believe what she was feeling. His balls were enormous, she couldn't get her palm around them. As she cupped them in her hand, Ted slid his tongue down along her neck and moved his hand up to caress her breasts. She realized how roughly he was digging his hand into her blouse, but she didn't mind, in fact, it turned her on even more. Once again, she slid her hand along his pant leg, and once again she couldn't believe what she felt. His cock was as thick as any she'd ever felt, but this one was still soft. It also appeared to go on for at least a foot or more. Ted's face was now inside her blouse. He had bitten off the first few buttons, and now held one of her nipples between his teeth. Susan couldn't believe how exquisite the pain was, and she tried to bring his hand back down between her legs. But, he suddenly stopped. He pulled his face out from beneath her blouse, retrieved his hands, and propped himself up as he had been sitting before. Susan couldn't imagine what she had done to turn him off. Suddenly, the waiter appeared from around the corner, and Susan held the top of her blouse shut, she couldn't locate the buttons anywhere. The waiter gave Ted a little smile, as if to say, "You lucky dog". Ted didn't respond, but rather, said he'd like another bottle to take home, and that they'd be leaving without ordering. The waiter was shocked, and then took another look at Susan. He had never seen a more stunning woman than Susan in all his life. He then noticed how her shirt was unbuttoned, and thought he understood where Ted would be getting his dinner from that night. From the restaurant, they drove straight to Ted's place. He didn't say one word on the way there, he didn't even say where they were going. But, he didn't have to, nor did he have to convince Susan. She was more than willing. Even though the waiter had shown up and spoiled the moment, her drive had somehow not decreased in the least and her hot juices began to overflow. If she didn't know better, she would've thought that she could experience an orgasm simply by Ted's presence alone. Needless to say, she had never met an accountant like this before. Later that night, after they had finished off the wine, without having said a word, Susan began to wonder if they were ever going to have sex. He hadn't kissed, touched, or spoken to her since they left the restaurant (over an hour ago). And for some reason, she was too intimidated to ask. "That's something new," she thought to herself, "me, intimidated by a man." After he finished his wine, Ted left the room. Susan didn't know where he went or what he was doing. She only hoped that he would be coming back. While he was gone, she took the time to look around the place. She was in what must be the living-room. It had a huge ceiling (forty feet up) with a large chandelier hanging in the center. The walls were lined with paintings, most of which looked familiar to Susan (she imagined they must be duplicates of the masters). A large staircase wound its way around the room, and up to the next floor. The house was dimly lit by oil lamps, the floors were covered with thick carpeting, and the windows were lined with red crushed velvet drapes. The house itself seemed to affect Susan. She felt helpless, yet undescribably aroused. It was if the entire house was one big powerful aphrodisiac. A few moments later, Ted returned. He walked over to Susan and planted a tender kiss on her lips. He then slid his arms underneath her body, and lifted her to his chest. The more she felt of his body, the more impressed she was. He carried her up the long circling staircase, and into his bedroom. It had the same dim lighting, the same drapes over the windows, the same thick carpeting, and more familiar paintings (these looked to be of the Rubenesque genre). In the center of the room was a king- sized bed, with brass frame and a red crushed velvet covering. Ted brought her to the bed and dropped her heavily on top of it. He then began to run his fingers all over her body. His eyes met hers, and held them in place. Simply by the touch of his hands on her body, Susan began to climax. She wanted him inside her, and he seemed to know this. He grabbed hold of her shirt, and ripped it from her body. Susan began to quake. She didn't think about the fifty dollars she had spent on that shirt. Instead, all that came to her lips was: "YES!". Her breasts danced with delight as she marvelled at his strength. He smiled as he caught sight of how hard her nipples had become, and he smothered them beneath his meaty palms. The room felt as though it were spinning around Susan. She had never felt like this before, and she knew this was only the beginning. He slid his hands down along her stomach, admiring how firm it was, and then pulled her dress down over her legs. He then brought his head up between her knees and licked his ways along her thighs, until he reached her panties. He gripped them with his teeth, and tore them from her body. Her juices began to flow onto the bed. She realized her shoes were still on, and struggled with them until she was able to kick them from her feet. She laid back and waited for the inevitable. He stripped out of his clothing, and she couldn't believe she hadn't detected what kind of a magnificent physique he had. And, now it was all hers, or should she say she was all its? He then removed his pants, and she realized he wasn't wearing anything underneath. But that wasn't what impressed her so much. His penis hung halfway down his leg. And, what's more, it was at least half the width of her wrist. She couldn't wait for him to enter her, and she began to stimulate herself with her fingers. He climbed onto the bed, spread her legs apart, and lifted her fingers from her vagina. He nestled his head between her thighs, and began to lick all around her clitoris. It delivered a pungent aroma that seemed to be driving him on. His teasing was torturing her, and she reached down and grabbed the hair on his head. She began to pull, and instantly, he complied with her wishes. She felt his tongue about two inches inside of her, tickling the sides of her vagina as it lashed rapidly about. Suddenly, it burst forward, and inside of her, for what felt like another six inches. She nearly pulled the hair from his head, as her body stiffened under the euphoric shock. Susan hadn't noticed his tongue was that long when they were kissing, she couldn't believe it was that long now. She never felt anything so alive inside of her. She was experiencing the greatest and longest orgasm of her life, and he still hadn't entered her. He stuck his tongue out to its full length inside the throbbing walls of her vagina, then pulled it out, then rapidly repeated this process several times. Susan was covered in sweat and trembling feverishly, she felt as though she was about to explode. Ted was very impressed by Susan's body (no fat in sight) and grabbed hold of one of her breasts, first sucking on her nipple, then wrapping his tongue around it, then finally sucking it whole into his mouth. He then climbed off of her and from the bed. Slowly he walked around the bed, maintaining a fixed and powerful glare at her all the while. She was still quaking uncontrollably and staring up at him hopefully. He grabbed her ankles and pulled her to the edge of the bed. Susan could now see the full extent of his manhood as it stood erect at last. It was nearly a foot and a half in length. She gasped and closed her eyes. She wasn't sure if she could take all of it in, but, if it meant prolonging or even increasing her current state of indescribable ecstacy, she was willing to die trying. Although he had kept her wanting and waiting for a long time already, Ted decided to torment her some more. He refused to enter her, and rubbed his penis along the outside of her vagina and onto her stomach instead. Susan was begging him to enter her, and finally he gave her what she wanted. He only stuck the head in at first, and she felt it swell. Then, slowly, he began to add inches, until it was nearly all the way inside of her. She could feel its warmth radiate through her as if it were stretching throughout her whole body. Then, he pulled it out inch by inch, slowly, with great care and tenderness. In response, Susan smiled up at him. As if not receiving the response he was looking for, he rammed it all into her with as much painful force as he could muster. Once again, she experienced pleasure from pain. Her orgasm was reaching new heights as she tightly grabbed onto the sheets and froze stiff. Without warning, he began to pump fiercely, in and out, in and out. She couldn't believe how hard and fast he was grinding away. With each inward thrust, a stream of warm juices shot from her vagina. While continuing to pump maniacally, he leaned forward and began to chew on her breasts. At first it was playful, but soon it appeared as though he was trying to draw blood. Susan was experiencing feelings that she never thought possible. Every ounce of tissue in her body came to life and tingled with newfound excitement. "This is the day I am reborn," she thought to herself, "it's like I'm being re-baptized." As if he knew what she was thinking, Ted smiled an evil smile and then rolled her over onto her stomach. Putting all of his weight on top of her, he continued to pump away like an animal. Susan felt the heat of his breath at her ear, then his tongue as it probed deeply within. Soon, she felt an exquisitely sharp stinging sensation, as his teeth pierced their way through her earlobe. Suddenly, he retrieved his penis. Susan, expecting him to come all over her back and behind, waited anxiously. But, he didn't. Instead, he shoved it into her asshole, stuffing it all the way inside. Susan screamed loudly, overcome with exhaustion and pain. She couldn't believe how much pleasure he was giving her. She was in awe of this whole experience. Up until now, she got queasy anytime anyone even touched her ass, now she had a foot and a half of penis crammed inside of it and she was loving it. He grabbed a hold of her long black hair and violently tugged her head back. As he pumped it in and out of her tight behind, she bucked under his weight like a stallion. He began to pump harder and harder, faster and faster, all the while squeezing her supple breasts as they rocked about from the commotion. Before she knew it, he pulled himself out of her ass and rolled her on to her back. He stood over her and lowered his throbbing member into her mouth. Once again, this was something she never would have allowed. She knew he was going to come in her mouth, and although she had always refused to even touch it let alone get any on her face, she welcomed it enthusiastically as she lied there, body still shaking and juices still flowing. She was becoming a new woman, and nothing was going to get in the way of this experience of a lifetime -- this everlasting orgasm. After the first few inches slid over her tongue, she thought she was going to vomit. But her gag reflexes seemed to have turned themselves off, and she began to breathe easily through her nose. It was a strange sensation, but Susan was proud to be able to do something impressive for Ted in return for all that he has helped her experience. She could feel it slide down her throat as he continued to let it fall deeper and deeper inside. As it passed through her lips, it rubbed against her upper and lower teeth. Susan knew she couldn't open her mouth any wider, and hoped they wouldn't bite into it upon reflex. She couldn't believe how far it was inside of her, as she felt his balls rubbing against her lips. He started to remove it and got halfway out before he shoved it back down inside. Then, he began to pump it as fast and as violently as he had her ass. Susan couldn't believe what was happening; she couldn't believe the burning sensation in her throat; she couldn't believe she hadn't choked to death. Finally, he stopped pumping and removed half of it from her mouth. It's head was now brushing against the back of her throat, teasing her now inoperative gag reflexes. Susan reached up with her hands and grabbed hold of his cock. Amazingly, it was so large that she couldn't ring her thumb and fore-finger around it. She ran her hands back and forth rapidly from his balls to her lips, and soon he appeared to be quaking as well. Continuing on for several minutes, Susan marvelled at how long it had taken him to reach the same point she had reached over an hour ago. Suddenly, she felt the warmth as his fluid poured through his stem and emptied into her mouth. The taste was intoxicating, she had no idea it would be like this. It was like a faucet that couldn't be turned off, as he came, and came, and came. Susan thought she was imagining it, but it felt as though he was swelling up inside her. Then, once again checking its width with her fingers, she discovered she wasn't imagining anything, it had actually grown considerably thicker as he came. Ted pulled out of her mouth and the warm fluid poured down her lips, along her neck, and onto her large heaving breasts. Once again, he smiled at her, but it was a much more menacing smile. He seemed darker now, and his skin felt harder and more coarse. It didn't change her feelings about him, however, as she took another look at his penis. It now hung down past his knees and was considerably thicker than her wrist. Her mouth watered, and although she couldn't understand how it could be done, she wanted it all inside of her. As if obeying her desires, his penis rose to full erection. Quickly obliging, Ted shoved its head into her vagina before she could prepare for the impact. With a mighty thrust, he squeezed it through her swollen vaginal lips and pushed all two feet of it inside her. Susan rocked and swayed in a state of sexual bliss. Her juices were now flowing like a river from her vagina. Her nipples were so hard, they ached. Then, he began to pump. Once again, he was like a wild animal on top of her. He pumped it hard and fast continuously for over fifteen minutes. After the first five, Susan didn't think she'd be able to remain conscious, but she found the strength. When he finished pumping, he removed it and laid it down upon her chest, while sitting on her stomach. Susan noticed that his skinner had become much darker (redder), and appeared as though it was drying up. Since her breasts were firm enough to hold his penis in place unassisted, Ted leaned back and pumped it back and forth between her tits, up to her lips. She couldn't believe it, but somehow he had managed to squeeze its head into her small mouth. Susan tried to circle it with her tongue, but was unable to. Quickly, he leaned forward, roughly grabbing a hold of her breasts. He squeezed them until she thought they'd burst. Susan couldn't believe that this too felt good. She wondered if he had drugged her wine, then realized that it would cause all of her senses to dull -- which they most certainly had not. Suddenly, he released her breasts and thrusted his penis against her neck. He stroked himself with both hands until he was ready to come. He then hauled it away from her face and aimed it at her chest. It shot out of his penis like a steady stream of torpedoes, and coated her large firm breasts. Through the on pour, her nipples stood resiliently erect. His semen flowed down into her cleavage, between her supple breasts, and onto her trembling stomach. Overtaken with ecstacy, Susan found herself covered by the warm, sticky liquid. Greedily, she grabbed for his penis and pulled it against her lips. She again wanted a part of him inside of her, and she sucked what she could from his throbbing penis. She found herself able to suck down a few mouthfuls, even though she was already coated with more than any normal man could've produced in a week. When it was finally sucked dry, she realized that she could no longer circle both hands around it. Opening her eyes, she saw that it had stretched out in size yet again. It had to be at least three feet long and nearly as thick as her muscular calf. Once again, he changed in appearance, looking more and more like the creatures in his paintings. But, his appearance still didn't upset Susan, she wanted more from him, and she knew he would give it to her. Holding his giant cock with both hands, he began to strike her with it. It slapped hard against her beautiful face, then landed a solid blow to her over-sized wet breasts, causing them to playfully jiggle up against each other. He then struck her face with it again, and Susan caught it with both hands on the rebound. She pulled at it as though she wanted to remove it from his body. Ted gave her a threatening stare and yanked it from her grasp. Suddenly, he began to stroke it feverishly. As he held it up in front of her face, Susan noticed its head was nearly the size of a baseball. He shoved it against her lips and she tongued its hole. Shocked and infuriated, he pulled it away from her and again slapped it across her face. With a loud bellowing scream, he pressed it against her open, anticipating lips. Instantly, Susan's cheeks exploded and she swallowed a mouthful of cum. As soon as she emptied her mouth, her cheeks exploded again, and again. After a dozen mouthfuls, Susan couldn't swallow anymore. As the last few drops trickled from his penis, he pulled it out and let it drop heavily onto her stomach, with the responsive sound of liquid splashing noisily within her belly. Susan couldn't believe how much she had swallowed, and she couldn't believe she wanted more. She believed she would actually let herself drown in the thick warm liquid. As she looked at Ted, Susan realized he was no longer the man she had asked out; he wasn't who she had eaten dinner with; he wasn't even human. It was Satan himself, standing over her. His skin was a blackish red and the texture of a worn-out baseball glove. He had two horns curling out from the top of his head and his serpent's tongue was flicking out and enticing her. He was the most hideous sight Susan had ever seen, but the only thought crossing her mind was how much she wanted him back inside of her. His penis was now four feet long and as thick as her meaty thigh. Once again, he grabbed her ankles and pulled her to the end of the bed. Blood trickled from her ankles where his nails had pierced her soft skin. He laughed a powerful and intimidating laugh, but it only seemed to turn Susan on even more. Her body was shaking uncontrollably from the orgasm she has been experiencing for close to two hours, she pictured herself exploding, simply bursting apart, her body unable to withstand any more. But, she couldn't bear the thought of him stopping, of her ecstacy dying away. Her eyes pleaded with him to continue. This was of course unnecessary, for he never had any intention of stopping. As he pushed his mammoth cock inside of her, Susan could feel the walls of her vagina tearing under the force. Her nails had shredded through his sheets and were now embedded in his mattress. She closed her eyes as he collected all of his weight behind him and jammed every inch of his cock inside of her small frame. Susan screamed one long, violent and passionate scream, then fell back silent. The following day, Ted was sitting at his desk as usual, working diligently. Susan's desk was empty. It remained empty for the remainder of the week. On the following monday, Frank approached Ted's desk. Again, Ted was hard at work. An average-looking young woman with red hair and a slim figure accompanied Frank. He introduced her to Ted as Susan's replacement, Cheryl. Ted waved and gave her a courteous smile. Cheryl couldn't explain it, but she felt irresistibly attracted to Ted.