MG1.TXT - 1/2 (mmf, mc, nc)
WARNING!!! The following story contains descriptions of sexual encounters of an
adult nature including, but not limited to non-consensual acts. If you're
under 18, or if descriptions of acts of this nature offend you, then READ NO
FURTHER! This is a work of fiction. Any relation to real or imagined
incidents or to people still alive or now dead is purely coincidental.
Mind Games
By
(The Cruiser - formerly el Mano)
ridge@ea.net
Part One
SUSAN AWOKE in her own bed, in her own room. She still had that "half awake"
head as she stretched and rolled over. The clock on the bedside table said
7:00 AM, the usual time of day that she rallied. As she crawled out of the bed
she had an odd sense that something was amiss, but could not quite put her
finger on it. 'Oh well,' she thought as she stood sleepily beside her bed.
'Time to get ready for work.'
Susan habitually slept naked, and as she headed for her bathroom her long,
auburn hair hung down her back. She had a nice body at age twenty-two, and
exercised regularly. She had shapely hips, a pert, little butt and perfect,
she thought, grapefruit sized tits with no noticeable sag.
As Susan stepped into the glass enclosed shower stall that feeling that
something wasn't right returned. Putting the thought aside, she took a long,
hot shower, then got ready for the day.
She went to the kitchen to put the coffee pot on, glancing at her appointment
calender on the wall.
'Oops,' she thought, 'I almost forgot my doctor's appointment today. Better
give them a call to let them know I plan to be there.' The phone rang once or
twice, then the receptionist answered.
"Doctor Kline's Office. How can I help you?"
"This is Susan Fowler calling to confirm my 9:00 AM appointment."
"Yes, Ms. Fowler. Let me just check the schedule. Could you hold a minute?"
The line went dead. Susan poured herself a cup of coffee while she waited.
Soon the receptionist was back on the line.
"I'm very sorry, Ms. Fowler, but your appointment was for Tuesday."
"I know," Susan said impatiently. "That's why I'm calling."
"But Ms. Fowler, today is Wednesday, the 5th. I'm sorry, but you have missed
your appointment. Would you like to re-schedule?"
Susan's mouth dropped open, and for a moment, she was too confused to answer.
"Uh....Uh," she stammered, "No..No thank-you. I'll have to call back later."
Then abruptly, Susan hung up the phone.
As she stared at the calender again, Susan said aloud, "I know that I left work
yesterday afternoon, had an early dinner with Mitch, then came home to get a
good night's sleep. That was Monday. I know it was!" She looked at the
calender once more, and there in the little box headed Monday, May 3rd, in her
own handwriting, she read, "Dinner with Mitch 6:30 PM."
"I knew it," she muttered, somewhat flustered. "That bitch at the doctor's
office must have her head up her ass!" Susan thought that perhaps this whole
affair was angering her more than it should, but she couldn't seem to shake the
underlying feeling of misgiving that was scaring her; something she just
couldn't pin down.
Susan felt silly, but thought, 'Maybe I'll just give Mitch a call at his
office, he'll know what's really going on.'
"Mr. Strouse's Office," answered Mitch's receptionist.
"Hi Mary, this is Susan. May I speak with Mitch for a minute if he isn't too
busy?"
"Hold on Ms. Fowler. I'll connect you. Are you alright?" the receptionist
asked.
"Sure Mary, Im fine. Why?"
"Oh nothing," Mary said in a funny sort of way. Hold on."
"Where have you been?" Susan's significant other asked, as soon as he came on
the line. "We were all worried as hell about you!"
"Come on Mitch," Susan said. "You guys are starting to scare me."
"Scare you!" Mitch shot back irritably. "You disappear for over twenty-four
hours without a trace, then talk about us scaring you!"
Susan slumped against the wall, then slowly slid down until her butt met the
kitchen floor. Her skin began to crawl, and she felt cold and clammy. She
thought she might faint. "What?" she said weakly.
"You heard me," Mitch said, still angry. "Where the hell did you go after we
parted company Monday night? I tried you at work on Tuesday morning, and was
told by that asshole, Frank that you hadn't bothered to check in. Hell, Susan,
if you hadn't called just now, I was going to the police."
Susan was having difficulty forming thoughts in her racing mind. She had lost
a day somehow, and had no idea what the hell had happened to her. This was far
worse than getting too drunk and forgetting what you said the night before.
"Are you alright?" she heard her boy friend ask.
"Uh...yeah..I think," Susan said, dazed.
"I'm coming over," Mitch said. "You just stay right there."
"No.....uh.. No, Mitch, you're busy. I'm OK, really. Just a little confused.
I have to get into work myself, and see if I still have a job." Susan tried a
little laugh that didn't quite make it as her mind struggled to organize
itself. "I'll call you when I get settled, I promise. I love you," Susan
added.
There was a long silence. "Alright," Mitch replied. "But I want to see you
tonight after work. No excuses, OK?"
"OK," Susan agreed. "I'll see you tonight....and don't worry, I'm alright."
"See you later," Mitch said, then hung up.
Susan pulled herself to her feet. 'I still don't know what the hell is going
on, but I'd better get my ass to work and worry about it later,' she thought.
She gulped down the last of her now luke warm coffee, grabbed her purse and
headed out of the door. Her car was in the drive where she usually parked it.
Everything looked normal. Nothing out of the ordinary, except that she had
misplaced a day of her life.
SUSAN PARKED HER CAR in the garage at work, then took the elevator up to the
forth floor. As she walked up the hall toward her small office, she passed by
an open door. Continuing on, she heard a chair squeak, then an all to familiar
voice said much too loudly,
"Where have you been, Sweet Thang?"
"Buzz off, Frank! I haven't got time this morning," Susan said without
stopping or turning.
"Better go see ‘The Big Guy'," Frank chuckled in his lewd way. "He wants to
have a few ‘words' with you, Honey Butt."
Susan didn't bother to reply. It never paid to mince words with Frank Benton.
He was nothing more than a fat, dirty minded redneck. Susan couldn't imagine
how he had gotten so far in the agency. 'Well,' she thought as she walked into
her office, 'Enough thought wasted on Frank. I'd better get in to see Mr.
Miller.'
Susan had not made a habit of being late, but Ned Miller was a very strict
employer. He did not tolerate tardiness in his employees. She hoped this
encounter would go well. Susan really didn't need a whole lot more pressure on
her this morning.
"Come!" she heard as she knocked on Ned Miller's office door.
Susan opened the door and stuck her head in. "Good morning, Mr. Miller, can I
speak with you for a minute?" she asked plaintively.
"Ah..Fowler. Yes. Do come in. I had you on my list first thing this
morning."
Susan stepped through the door and closed it. Her right hand set the lock.
Before her boss could say anything, Susan launched into her explanation, even
though she had no firm idea what her explanation was going to be.
"I'm really sorry, Mr. Miller," she began. "I don't normally take a day off
without calling in, but yesterday was an exception. I had some personal
business that I just had to attend to. I really had every intention of
notifying you, but I got so busy, I simply forgot until it was too late," Susan
rattled on.
Suddenly, she experienced a slight dizzy spell. Then she heard someone, who
must have slipped up behind her unnoticed, say in a voice very much like her
own, "If you'll forgive me this once, Ned, I'll suck your cock until your ears
pop. How does that sound to you, big boy?"
Susan Fowler's boss sat staring, open mouthed in shock.
The voice continued. "Didn't you hear me? I said I want to suck your cock. I
want to lick your hairy balls, and have you cum deep in my throat."
Susan couldn't believe what she was hearing. She spun quickly around to see
who this totally off the wall woman might be. There was no one there! Susan
spun back around to see her boss still sitting staring at her, a very confused
look on his face.
"I beg your pardon, Fowler?" he sputtered.
Susan was ready to die, she was so confused and embarrassed. She started to
say that she didn't know what had come over her, but instead she heard her
voice say, "Just lean back in that big, leather chair of yours, Ned, and let
little Susan have a go at helping you to see God."
Susan couldn't believe what was happening. Totally against her will she felt
herself walk stiffly around her boss's big desk. Then she spun his chair
around to face her and knelt on the thick carpet in front of the startled man.
As she reached out and began to rub his crotch, he stammered, "I...I...I don't
know, F..F..Fowler. This doesn't seem right. M..Maybe we should just forget
the whole thing."
"Oh no," Susan heard herself say. "I've been looking forward to this day for a
long time." Her hands reached out on their own and began to unzip the older
man's suit trousers. Her boss lurched back in his chair as she reached into
his pants and fished around for his cock.
"Fowler!" he cried. "What's come over you? I don't think..... uhhhh mmmmm."
Susan pulled out his not overly large member and began to stroke it gently. As
hard as she tried to resist, she could not stop her head from leaning toward
the man's lap. With tears in her tightly closed eyes, Susan felt her mouth
open wide, her tongue flicking out lewdly to lap at her now flabbergasted boss'
swelling cock.
"Fowler," Ned Miller grunted. "I never imagined," he said as he brought his
hands to the back of her neck, guiding her mouth onto him.
Susan tried to close her teeth together, but found herself powerless to do
anything other than allow her boss to push her mouth down onto his waiting
cock. As his stiff dick entered her mouth, she tasted his musky taste and
thought she would throw up. Instead Susan felt herself begin to get wet
between her legs. One of her hands moved to his thighs as her lips closed
around him. The other hand strayed up under her dress and into her already
soaking panties. Susan began to masturbate. She was mortified.
Without her boss having to assist, Susan continued to go down on him, causing
his cock to pass slowly down her clenching throat. More tears formed at the
corners of her tightly closed, brown eyes and ran down her cheeks as Susan's
chin hit her employer's balls. She heard him give a long, low groan of
pleasure.
Susan had never given deep throat before. Although she had mused over how it
might feel, this was certainly not what she had dreamed about during the wee
hours alone in her bed. Susan's mind reeled dizzily as she felt herself begin
to pump her head up and down on her gasping boss' cock. Susan sucked on him as
she pulled her head up, then opened wide, ramming his cock all the way down her
tight throat. She heard herself make low moans and lewd, sucking noises as she
worked on Miller. Up and down, up and down went her pretty head. Miller's hips
began to move with her. 'Oh, God!,' Susan thought. 'He's fucking my mouth!
What's happeninnnnnggg to meeeeeeee?' her mind wailed. But she could not stop
sucking. Susan brought her mouth up off him and began to lick his shaft from
balls to tip. Then she ran her tongue around the sensitive head as she looked
him in the eye.
Ned Miller was flushed and puffing as he said, "Don't stop now Fowler. You're
doing just fine!"
Ashamed and baffled Susan shut her eyes as she felt herself pull his hairy
balls from his fly. Then she began to lap his balls like a dog. Meanwhile,
Susan's left hand was rubbing her hot, wet pussy. She could feel herself
getting close to an orgasm, even thought she had never felt worse in her life.
Susan had never felt so helpless. She pushed one finger up her tight vagina
and started fucking herself. She went back to sucking Miller's cock as she
stroked his shaft with her right hand at the same tempo as she fingered her
pussy with her left. Her out of control body began to writhe lewdly on the
carpet before her grunting boss.
Suddenly, Miller groaned as Susan felt the head of his cock begin to swell in
her mouth. 'Oh my God!' her mind screamed. 'He's going to cum!'
She desperately tried to pull her head back to get his cock out of her mouth,
but instead she felt her shoulders move back as she bore down onto his now
pulsing organ. Down, down deep into her throat Susan drove her boss' cock.
With a deep, grunting moan and a big fart, Miller dumped his load into Susan's
throat. She tried unsuccessful to close off her throat, but she had driven him
too deep. Wave after wave of his hot jizz fired down her throat. She could
feel her tummy bulge from the volume he was pumping into her.
"Aaaaaaarrrrrrggggggg," Miller gasped as his cock gave one final heave.
No matter how hard she tried, Susan could not raise her head off him. She felt
her throat muscles contract, rhythmically milking the last drops of cum from
her boss' cock. Without warning, Susan's overwhelmed mind let go as she felt
herself climax right there on the floor, her now smiling boss' cock still
lodged deep in her throat.
Susan croaked and moaned around her boss' cock. Her ass bucked and rolled as
she slowly pulled her head back, sucking loudly as she went. Miller's cock came
out of her mouth with an audible "splop". Then Susan fell back on the floor,
her legs spread wide, her hand still in her panties. She continued to
masturbate there in front of her boss for several minutes, rubbing her pussy
inside her panties as her mind rebelled.
Finally, Susan rolled onto her side, brought her knees up to her chest and
shook.
Ned Miller, regaining his composure somewhat, leaned over and touching her
shoulder said, "I think we can overlook your tardiness just this once, Ms.
Fowler."
Susan couldn't answer. She could not look at the man. She struggled to her
feet, then unsteadily, she made her way out of his office.
Continued...
Regards...
The Cruiser