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Hi.
This nifty submission is not included yet, but it will be in next
one during the upcoming weekend. This story is a refelction of the
current jobmarket and conclusions which may occur under strange and
rare situations. So folks be happy if you had a job.
As usual I DIDN'T write this story and haven't any claim on it. If
you have some usefull hints or some good coments, your mail is then
welcome. Flames, you know, they will be piped to /dev/null.
If you are an author and wish to remain anonymouns or just try to
avoid the replies to your work. I offer you the chance of posting your
stories and collecting the response for you. This offer only stands for
story postings and for nothing else.
Enjoy the story.
Ciao
Nostrumo
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10___The_New_Secretary______________________________________by_Amy_Brett_
"Only one more test to declare total victory," he said. I was still
recovering from that last orgasm and didn't even hear him take his pants
down. But I certainly felt him as he slid that hard, thick member into me.
"Oh God yes!" I cried as I felt him reach my inner recesses and test the
exercises the dildo had provided me during the last week. When he pulled
back to my opening, the flared head of his cock provided a bright flash of
feeling as it brushed across that balled nerve center near the opening.
Continuing his long strokes from the opening to my stomach in a way I'd
never been, the new experience took me to heights I'd never seen. When he
leaned over me, plowing hard into my clit with his hair covered pubis, I
grabbed hold of his neck and lifted my legs higher than the stirrups had. I
locked my ankles around his waist, my knees to his sides, and rode him hard
and fast, whipping him up with me.
He groaned as he emptied into me on each of four pounding thrusts that took
me places I'd never ever been.
Strangely, I thought at that wonderful moment that it was about as much like
getting fucked in the ass as having my new nipples sucked was like sucking
the old masculine ones.
I had to chuckle with the thought that I could do this any time I wanted to.
He had me squat over the stool as he used the louvage to clean his come out
of me. It was the first time I'd really enjoyed the cleanup.
* * *
Since I hadn't worn panties to the doctor's office, I didn't have any to
wear back to work. As soon as I entered my office, Bill saw me and came out
to take me in his arms.
"How is everything?" he said as he had each day during the week.
"Perfectly normal," I said and allowed myself a little smile. He cocked his
head in wonder.
"Perfectly normal? What exactly does that mean?"
"It means that he checked everything out, it's more or less healed up, and
it works just like it's supposed to." He frowned.
"What does that mean? It's deep enough and wide enough?"
"Uh huh. And all the nerves are hooked up just right."
"How the hell does he know that?"
"Well, first he touches everything very lightly to see if I can feel it.
Then he touches it a little more roughly to see if it hurts." I thought it
was cute that he was frowning even more than he had been. "Then, a couple
of very special places, he licks to see if those are just exactly right.
And finally "
"Do I want to know this?" he interrupted.
"You asked. Do you?" He nodded.
"Then, to make absolutely sure it does what it was designed to do, he fucks
the shit out of you so there's no doubt in either of your minds." I enjoyed
the way he was squirming with discomfort. The frown was still there. I
laughed.
"Then he puts that mechanical monster back into you so no one else can take
advantage of his great work. Right?"
"Wrong," I said. "He puts it in a sack so it's not too obvious and tells
you to use it a couple of times a day instead of all the time."
I put my arms around his neck and carefully positioned myself so my leg was
between his and my new pussy was up against his thigh. I lifted the free
leg and wrapped it around the back of his as I smiled up at him.
"So is it coffee time yet?" I asked huskily. That finally broke his frown,
changing it to a big grin.
"Did you like making love?" he asked.
"I don't think you'd call it that really," I answered. "What it was was my
first real fuck. And it felt as much better than the alternatives as day
and night. I never thought anything could feel so good."
"Great." His grin spread. "Then I'll bet a little anticipation will be
wonderful."
"Bill? Come on. Everything works perfectly. And you wouldn't believe what
it feels like. From your side, too. Do you want to bet that on a scale of
one to ten, I'm the first twelve you ever had?" I was rubbing my pussy up
and down on his thigh now, my hip against his hard cock. I was pretty sure
I could get off this way, without anything else.
"I'll tell you how it's going to go," he said with a grin. "You're going to
work now. At two, you're going to bring us both coffee and we're going to
decide exactly what we're going to do tonight."
"Tonight?"
"Uh huh," he said. "Starting with dinner wherever you want and ending in my
bed tomorrow morning. It's the specifics we need to talk about."
"In detail," I added.
* * *
He intended to make me wait. To have me so far out on the edge that I
couldn't stand it. But I decided early that it wasn't going to be all one
sided.
I went to work all right, sitting that short distance in front of his desk
as I had for the last months. During those months, he'd enjoyed the view
under my short skirts. That morning and after my lunch with Paula, I made
sure he didn't have any problem getting a good view.
The short red skirt that went with the suit covered very little in the first
place but the way I sat that day bunched its hem at about the same height as
my pussy. The lingering itching from its continued healing made it
necessary to squirm and, occasionally, to scratch.
I caught him staring at it blankly several times when I hadn't really
thought about my scratching or squirming.
As advertised, he restrained himself and me during our coffee but, as the
Friday afternoon wore down to its usual fade out of the week, he sent me
home early to get "beautiful" for our date.
By the time Paula got home at five, excited about Roger's plans for the
night, I had finished a long bath. She didn't have time to soak but used
the fragrant oils for a short bath while we talked and I very thoroughly
cleaned myself out.
There was no longer any remnant of the antiseptic on my now pink skin and
the marks of the incisions were almost invisible, faded as the marks from
the stitches had.
Very sheer white lace panties cut almost to a G-string were the first I'd
worn with my new equipment and I loved the feel of them on the new features,
the puffy labia looking wonderful in them.
The bra that goes with the panties is made of the same material but pushes
my breasts tightly together and lifts them while leaving the tops and
areolas completely free of material. Since I'd grown a little since I'd
worn a bra last, it was even more startling than before. Obviously, I'd
grown a little more because I was spectacular, even if I had to say so
myself.
I did full makeup eyebrow, mascara, green eye shadow, blusher, and lipstick
in nighttime colors as Paula caught up with me at the mirror.
I helped her with the twin pony tails and bangs that made her look like a
little girl. We worked mine into long, soft waves below my shoulders. I
still hadn't so completely forgotten being male that I couldn't appreciate
how beautiful my face and hair looked.
I put on a lace garter belt and white tinted sheer stockings that I'd found
at a specialty lingerie store. The garter belt accentuated my still
decreasing waistline and held the stockings only high on the sides of my
hips. The stockings were cut so they came close to my crotch but followed
the line of my panties at the sides onto my hips and to the garters.
When I bought the white dress, the sales girl had gotten me a white silk
slip to wear under it even when I was trying it on. As I put the dress on
without the slip, I could see the material of my panties, garter, and bra
under it. In the mirror, I could see my areolas and the protrusion of my
nipples but as shades of dark like the underwear were a shade of white
through the material. Broad hints but not totally obvious.
The top covered the bra straps but dropped low on my breasts to show all the
cleavage and threaten at revealing my nipples. Material that could have
been made of spider web, billowed around my arms to cuffs of the same
material as the dress and dropped across the shorter underskirt almost to my
knees. It was unbelievably feminine.
Paula opted for a filmy white blouse and high waisted red and black plaid
skirt with a front panel that covered her breasts to straps that crossed in
the middle of her back. The skirt fell high onto her thighs. Little white
socks with rolled tops went into round nosed patent leather shoes with
fairly high heels and straps across the instep.
It was fairly obvious that she didn't wear a bra and, when she sat down,
almost as obvious that she didn't wear panties either.
"One thing, Amy," she said. "I learned this a couple of days ago."
She lifted her skirt and used a louvage like the one I cleaned myself with
to squeeze something into her pussy. Disconnecting the plunger
professionally (after so many times of using it since her operation), she
took a tube of KY jelly and filled it part way up.
"Now you," she said. "This just makes life a bunch easier." She grinned
broadly.
I pulled down my panties enough for her to feed the long tube into me and
felt the cool jell fill the upper reaches of my new pussy.
"You have to pay a little attention so it doesn't all ooze out but it's
worth it," she noted. I replaced my panties.
We had just enough time to finish a drink and catch part of the evening news
before Bill and Roger arrived with bunches of roses and tuxedos. We put the
roses in water before we went to Bill's car. Apparently, the two had
talked, found out we were all going out, and decided on a place to take us.
I heard Paula's gasp of pleasure as Roger, in the back seat with her, found
her lack of panties. Bill seemed pleased when he put his hand between my
legs and discovered the tiny panties.
It was agonizing to sit there on the drive with his warm hand on my pussy,
very still though I didn't want it to be.
* * *
Bill had to show a membership card at the gate of something called
"Greenway" that I was pretty sure was some kind of exclusive and expensive
country club. A beautiful rustic looking building sat in a grove of pine
and aspen trees at the top of the hill with the green of what I expected was
the 18th hole of a golf course to one side. A large balcony overlooked the
hole.
I could tell the place was expensive by the cars in the parking lot.
Probably the Cadillacs were the least expensive there with Porsches and
Lamborginis represented well. Rich boys' toys, I thought before it crossed
my mind that I probably qualified as another.
For just a second, I thought Paula was impressed by the place and the cars
before I realized that her moan was the culmination of something entirely
different. Turning in the seat a little, I saw her squatted over Roger's
lap and chuckled.
"Later, pet," Bill said to me as he found a parking place, got out, and
rounded the car to open the door for me. I let him put my arm in his and
lead the way up the stairway and into the front door. Roger and Paula were
just getting out of the car when the door closed behind us.
"Hi, Phillip," Bill said to the man at the entry of the restaurant.
"Mr. Miller. Welcome to Greenway. It was for four, correct?"
"Yes. They'll be joining us directly." He nodded and led the way to a
window table across the plushly appointed room. The view out the window
into the sunset was breathtaking.
The man held a chair facing the sunset for me and snapped the napkin before
covering my lap with it. Bill ordered martinis for all four of us,
dismissing the maitre d' who bowed slightly and left.
"They have three set menus the waiter will tell us when he brings the
drinks. And you can always have about any kind of steak, prime rib, or
lobster from the big tank," Bill explained, since we hadn't gotten menus.
"All the meals are spectacular."
He pointed out the lobster tank and, even from across the room, I could see
the biggest dozen lobsters I'd ever seen. My mouth watered in spite of the
ugly crustaceans.
Roger and a blushing Paula arrived a minute later and were seated by the
accommodating maitre 'd.
"We had a little cleanup to do," Roger explained unnecessarily. "It seems
there was a small river of something heading for Paula's ankle."
"Just my knee," she said with a chuckle.
"Well, in that direction anyway." He looked around. "Do they have oysters
on the half shell tonight? I think I'm going to need them."
The waiter arrived with the large martinis in silver edged glasses and Roger
pronounced them perfect as he downed most of his and ordered a bottle of
very expensive wine with dinner.
I thought that the white wine pretty well dictated a fish or chicken meal
but Roger immediately dispelled that before anyone said anything.
"I like this wine and the best known wine expert in France once told me that
food and wine don't have to match. You drink wine because you like the
taste of the wine. If anyone has something with wine in it, we'll get a
second bottle to complement it. We'll need a second bottle anyway. It's
just a matter of what kind."
The waiter reeled off the three choices that included Welsh Rarebit, Beef
Wellington, and Lobster Newburg.
"Do you have a steak big enough for Chateaubriand?" Bill asked and the
waiter said they did. "Would someone like to share it with me?"
"I would," Paula said quickly.
"I want one of those delicious looking lobsters," I said.
"Would you like to pick it out, miss?" the waiter said. I glowed inwardly.
It wasn't the first time someone had called me miss but it was the first
time that it was totally true.
"That's what I want, too," Roger said. "And a dozen oysters on the half
shell to get a run on the night. Keep my strength up, you know."
He stood and he and the waiter held my chair. He took my arm to lead me
across to the massive tank. It seemed like everyone in the place watched us
as we located a couple of large, very mobile lobsters and the waiter caught
them to take to the kitchen.
When he held my chair, he leaned over my shoulder.
"I love that dress," he said and I realized from where he was standing, he
could look straight down my front. Worse, the maitre d' had almost
undoubtedly done the same thing. "I think I can see heaven."
"Can not," I said. "I'm wearing panties." They all roared with laughter.
We sat drinking our martinis as the sun sank slowly behind the hills,
changing the sky from blue to yellows and reds, to reds and pinks, to pinks
and purples, and finally to purples and blues as the first stars began to
appear.
Bill told me my eyes sparkled in all the changing colors and made me feel
very good.
They brought the salads and Roger's oysters with a second martini. He
shared the oysters, Bill taking half and Paula and I each having one. They
aren't one of my favorite things.
Bill leaned very close to my ear and whispered, "They taste like pussy." I
chuckled.
"Not like mine."
We got our meals and, after the waiter opened my tail for me, we ate
everything. After, the guys ordered something called Strawberries Flambe
and we watched all the liquors poured over the heating strawberries before
the entirety was spooned over ice cream. It was delicious and I was
stuffed.
Bill ordered after dinner drinks as we heard an orchestra begin playing
somewhere in the building.
For a large room, the restaurant was very quiet, even with all the people in
it.
"Okay. It's time to see if Sam was right," Bill said as I leaned on my
elbows on the table. For a few seconds, I didn't know what he meant. Then
I did as he put his hand on my thigh. I looked around the room to see if
anyone was looking at me as his hand slid up the inside of my thigh.
I stiffened when his fingers found my labia over the panties.
"What exactly ...?" I began but knew as his fingers forced my legs apart
slightly and found the leg hole of my panties. I locked my ankles around
the legs of the chair to steady myself as two of his fat fingers slid into
my pussy.
It didn't seem like he even needed to search to find the G-spot. It seemed
like his fingers were made to touch it and I could only gasp at the feelings
it imparted immediately.
I'd been on the edge of an orgasm all day, my sexual tension high from
having Bill look at me, talk about what we were going to do, and touch me in
all the little casual ways.
When he slid into me and touched that sensitive spot, my body clenched
around his fingers. But, of course, that orgasm was nothing to him. He'd
just found what he'd been waiting for and a 30 second entertainment wasn't
at all what he'd anticipated.
I bit my lip as he moved across the sensitive spot inside me, holding my
labia with thumb and the other fingers as he moved in and out of me.
I tried not to spill the drink in my hands or the still full water glasses
on the table as I reacted to his movement in me. This time when I came, it
was mind blowing. Earth shattering.
And when I opened my eyes, Roger and Paula weren't the only people in the
room who were watching me. In fact, I wondered if anyone in the place had
anything to do besides watch me. I certainly couldn't see anyone.
23. Chapter
I thought it was odd that my climax hadn't helped much. In fact, my pussy
itched and my psyche cried out for a really good thorough fuck. I've never
craved anything in my life like I did then. And, as if he knew how
excruciating it was, Bill refused every offer I made to him.
First, I asked him to take me home. To his house. To fuck me. He refused
flatly with a "not yet."
I asked him to take me to his car. Just for five minutes. No good.
I begged him to find a back room or a bathroom or anything. And fuck me.
Nope again.
I suggested the 18th green. No. I suggested the balcony. No. I begged
him to fuck me in the middle of the table and let everybody watch. He
chuckled at that and, I saw, considered it, but refused.
Instead, he took me to the room where the orchestra was playing. We danced
and I molded my body to his, rubbing my overheated pussy against his thigh.
Both arms around his neck, I kissed his neck and chewed on his chin and
tried to put my tongue inside his head through his ear.
All that got me was his fingers rolling my nipples through my dress.
"I'll take it off right here if you'll fuck me," I moaned but he just smiled
and continued.
Frustrated beyond belief, I stopped dancing and took Paula to the bathroom
with me and told her she absolutely had to finger fuck me. She said Roger
had told her she couldn't or she'd be fired. Bill's orders.
"What's he trying to do to me?" I gasped with my wild need. "I'm going
crazy!"
In the hallway, I saw our waiter and went to him, rubbing against him.
"You can fuck me if you want," I said.
"I'm sorry, miss. I'd like nothing better but I'd get my ass fired so fast
it would make your head spin."
"Nobody would know. I promise. You don't have to do anything but find a
place. I'll do everything."
"I'm sorry. I really really am. But we have special orders tonight and
you're it."
I pushed the straps of my dress off my shoulders and stood proudly in the
hallway with him staring at my naked breasts.
"Now?"
"Oh shit!" he said. "This is the hardest thing I ever did. But no way." I
could have screamed.
Bill was my only chance. I had to do whatever it took to get him to do it.
Now! Before I went the rest of the way crazy.
After pulling my dress back into place, I went back to where he was sitting
with Roger and Paula and climbed into the leather chair facing him. I
pushed the shoulder straps down again and almost put my breast in his mouth,
leaning down to the top of his head.
"Lick my nipples and fuck me right now, Bill!" I moaned. "If you don't, I'm
going to walk right out in the middle of that dance floor, drop my dress on
the floor, and take the first comer."
"Give me your panties," he said simply and, happy that I'd finally convinced
him, I almost jumped out of the chair and peeled them down to my ankles
where I could step out of them. I handed them to him as I crawled back into
the chair, grabbing for his pants to free him.
"Huh uh," he said intercepting my hand and leaning to get up, moving me away
and back to my feet. I couldn't understand what he intended but stood up
again with my shoulder straps at my elbows and the top of the dress pulled
down below my bra.
He took my hand as if it were nothing unusual at all and led me to the
middle of the dance floor where a half dozen couples danced and stared
open-mouthed at me.
First, he put his arms around me, holding me tight against him and moving
into the slow dance gracefully. I could have cried I was so frustrated but
I lessened my need slightly by rubbing my even more available clit up and
down against his thigh with our movements. He chuckled but I thought I was
getting to him.
But that, combined with the odd feeling of my partially bared nipples
rubbing against his tuxedo coat, didn't feel like it was going to take me to
the needed places. In fact, I was just getting more excited while getting
no closer to orgasm.
I still jumped when he found the hem of the dress and pulled it up in the
back far enough that he could put both hands on my butt to press me into his
thigh harder. I truly couldn't have cared less that everyone in the
building seemed to be in here staring at my naked ass.
All the patrons were staring and, when I looked around, so were bartenders,
waiters, busboys, and even a pair of cooks in dirty whites.
"I told you that I'd show you the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," he
said fairly loudly and stopped moving. Smiling down at me, he turned me in
his arms, lifting my skirt in front as he turned me to face all the people.
Then he used the edges of both index fingers to spread my legs and my
swollen labia. "Have you ever seen a pussy as beautiful as this?"
Certainly, everyone in the room was staring at it and I was standing in a
spot of light right in front of the small orchestra showing them.
"God no!" a man gasped.
I saw a woman lick her lips as she stared, holding onto her husband's arm as
if she were afraid he'd leave her right then. Or that she might leave him.
I threw my head back onto his hunched shoulder and my mouth open as he
plunged the middle fingers of both hands into my pussy to the knuckles. But
they were both far away from the sensitive spot at the front. I moaned in
spite of feeling just a little respite from my raging need.
"Oh please, Bill!" I gasped. "Take me. Please take me. Or or let me fuck
somebody else. The waiter."
I saw the young man blush, his mouth drop open, and his knees weaken
visibly.
"Not a chance. I'm going to take your virginity. Doctors don't count. And
I'm going to do it in the privacy of my own bed."
"Then take me home!" I almost screamed. "Now!"
"Oh man! Do it, will you?" a man said. "Take her home."
There was a general round of agreement led by several women, one of whom
came to me and helped with my shoulder straps, rubbing incidentally across
both nipples before it was in place.
"Take her home, Bill. For god's sake!" she said.
More agreement.
"Well. Okay then," he finally said with one of his chuckles and dropped my
skirt after pulling his fingers out of me.
I hung off him as he led us all out to his car and wrapped myself around him
as he got behind the wheel. He blocked my hands with some difficulty as I
tried for his zipper but stopped me when he said the longer we sat there,
the longer before we'd be in his bed.
I still moaned and rubbed his chest under the tux coat as he drove the four
of us to his house and finally into the drive in front of his door. I held
his arm, almost bouncing with excitement as he opened his door and turned on
the entry light.
"Would anyone like a drink?" he said and I hit his chest hard as I railed at
him. He laughed out loud. "You two go ahead and maybe we'll join you in a
little while. It seems we have something to do."
Before we'd gotten to his room down the hallway, I'd unzipped the back of my
dress and had stepped out of it as we crossed the threshold. I ran to his
bed and was on my knees facing him as he finally arrived, taking off his
coat.
I undid his pants before he'd gotten his shirt unbuttoned and pushed them
and his underwear down to his knees as he struggled out of it, begging me to
wait a second.
He didn't disappoint me then but stepped out of his dress slippers and
pantlegs, standing long and hard in my hand as he crawled onto the side of
the bed. I fell back with my legs spread, guiding him toward my pussy, when
he stopped about an inch away.
"Bill!" I screamed at him.
"Say please, sweetheart," he said with a big grin.
"Oh god, please please please," I gasped and he rewarded me by closing the
gap between us and sinking smoothly into me.
My entire body arched with the ecstasy of my fulfillment as he touched the
back of it. My legs, still in the white stockings and high heels, were in
the air over his back as I had the first orgasm, vibrating under him.
He froze, pressing hard into me, as my vibrations eased and the need
returned. I was afraid I was going to have to beg more, not that I minded,
when he slowly backed his cock back out of me to the opening.
Intuitively, and in response to what I'd told him, he held himself with the
flared head just inside me and looked down between us.
In a dozen quick in and out stokes that seemed to specially inflame my
G-spot, he drove me through a moan to a soft scream that was instantly
extinguished by a squeal as the most intense feelings possible washed
through me and into a climax to end all.
To the extent that I could think at all, I believed the most wonderful
feelings possible had just thundered through me. And the feeling was just
settling down to the crashing pulse of blood flowing through my ears, when
he drove deep into me and against the membrane of skin separating my
diaphragm from my sheath.
I heard our loud grunts at the impact, his pelvic mound crushing my clit at
the same time. That drove the entire experience up a notch. But it was
just the start.
Not waiting for a reaction, he moved back out to the opening and pumped
three or four times across the spot before pantingly plunging all the way
back in. The few strokes on the sensitive spot drove me upward by
increments high, higher, highest, near the peak then deep into me that was
like a wave breaking.
As if connected directly to my feelings, he repeated what he'd done out to
the spot for several strokes and deep inside crushing my clit over and over
and over again. Each time drove me higher and higher. I would have been
screaming my head off if I'd had any breath to back it. Maybe I did. I
don't even know that.
What I do know is that at the depths of his thrust, he came hard and I felt
the blast of his come inside me as if he'd splashed boiling hot water across
my face. Except much much more fun.
I really haven't the vaguest idea of how I reacted and neither does Bill.
After all, he wasn't in any better condition than I was. But Paula and
Roger told us that they thought about a rescue effort but decided it might
be too dangerous for them. Too much screaming and yelling and banging
headboards and squeaking bedsprings and moaning floorboards.
What I do know is that I came back to myself with the backs of my shoes
against his ass and his long cock softening against the very deepest part of
my new cunt. Beyond that, I knew absolutely that I'd never feel anything
that wonderful in this life.
I'll never admit that the anticipation of that fantastic moment drove it
well beyond any human experience and into the nether worlds.
Of course, I was proved mistaken the next morning.
24. Chapter
When I'd still been anticipating, I planned to fuck him all night. In fact,
the combination of wine, drinks, a wonderful dinner, and that one long,
fantastic fuck wiped me out. In fact, I only vaguely remember him taking my
shoes, stockings, and garter belt off before he curled up behind me, his
warm body along my back putting me the rest of the way to sleep immediately.
I woke the next morning in the same position and edged out of bed to go to
the bathroom. While I pissed, louvaged, and replaced the lubricant, I
thought about racing right back for a morning "pick me up." But I didn't
really feel the burning need I had the night before and, instead, felt
affection for Bill that suggested I should let him sleep for a while. I
could cuddle with him until then, I thought.
Since he hadn't moved while I was gone, I crawled back under the sheet and
light blanket in the same position I'd been in when I woke, thinking I'd
maybe nap a little and think until he woke up.
My thinking was a little directed by the situation, of course. I lifted his
arm around me and put his hand in my stomach. I felt the hair on his chest
against my back. I felt his legs against the back of mine. He shifted,
apparently in his sleep, and I felt his leg between mine and his masculinity
against my ass. I felt his even breath against the hairs on the back of my
neck.
My nap was out the window and all I could think about was his body against
me, his hand touching my stomach. Then I started thinking about the night
before and found myself grinning to myself as I thought about the club and
the dance and my offer to the waiter and, finally, to the wonderful fuck
Bill had finally given me when we got into bed. Here.
The more I thought, the more excited I got. I jumped when he spoke so close
to my ear.
"If you don't stop squirming, you'll wake me up," he said, muffled in my
hair.
"Gosh. That'd be too bad. You'd probably have to fuck the shit out of me
just to show your displeasure." He chuckled.
"You'd like that, wouldn't you? Unfortunately, I'm not that displeased." I
squirmed some more. I could feel his hardening cock against my butt. I
moved so my bottom rubbed against him a little. He rewarded me by moving
his hand up to cup my breast. His fingers squeezed my nipple slightly.
I moved my hand to his bare bottom and used my fingernails to scratch it in
a way I hoped would be seductive. Now I was thinking about getting fucked
in a big way and was squirming more.
"What would it take to get you really displeased?" I asked softly as my hand
went to the back of his over my breast, helping him rub it.
"Hard to tell," he mumbled into my neck but I could feel his cock jumping
with his interest. "A kiss would probably piss me off a bunch." He laughed
as I turned over into his arms and covered his mouth with mine.
His hand covered my newly exposed breast and my upper leg went over his hip.
His cock throbbed against my tummy.
"Are you getting really pissed?" I asked between demanding kisses.
"Getting pretty pissed," he gasped between them. He turned onto his back
and lifted me over him, taking my nipple into his mouth. As I held myself
above him and gasped, he switched back and forth from one to the other,
driving me higher and higher.
On my hands and knees over him, straddling his body, I'm sure I was getting
noisy now but at least it didn't matter. I'd already awakened him.
Thankfully.
I squirmed downward to try to get him into me and he maintained his suction
on my breast until his cock found my hole on its own and slid into me half a
tantalizing inch. I moaned and arched. That probably pulled my nipple from
his lips. That accomplished, he gave up on it and pressed me down onto him
fully.
I arched my back and his hands went to my breasts and squeezed wonderfully
as his cock sunk all the way to my depths. I threw my head back and moaned.
Maybe it was a loud moan. Certainly the feeling deserved a loud moan.
"Hey guys! I thought you'd never wake up," Paula said as she bounced onto
the edge of the bed next to us. I groaned with disappointment at the
interruption but Bill held me exactly as I was.
Paula was dressed in a see-through nightie that covered absolutely nothing
and, as I looked at her, Roger sat down on the edge of the bed behind her.
"Oh, honey!" Paula said. "You are so beautiful when you're getting fucked.
I wish I was "
"You are, baby," Roger said. "You're just so out of it you can't tell.
Besides, we haven't tried mirrors on the ceiling yet."
She giggled. Then she looked down at Bill and the roped muscles in his
neck.
"God. You're beautiful, too," she said and leaned down and kissed my boss.
"Where's your KY?" Roger said urgently.
"Bathroom," I moaned, not really caring. He sprinted off to the bathroom
and Bill took a long slow stroke into me as Paula continued to kiss him. I
was a little jealous but the feeling of his cock in me overcame most of it.
I kissed the back of Paula's neck and moved on my own to produce another
long, slow stroke.
"Hey, hope you don't mind, man. I'm going to fuck your babe," Roger said.
I didn't understand or care much until I felt the cold cream against my ass.
I sat almost upright again and looked back at him. He grinned at me and
stuck his finger into my asshole. Instead of objecting, I almost fell back
forward to Paula's neck and back, kissing up and down wildly as his fingers
moved in my butt.
It wasn't as good as the cock in my new pussy. But it was familiar and
exciting.
He didn't do it easily or softly. In fact, he almost lifted me off Bill
completely and would have if Bill wasn't so long. Both he and Bill moaned,
maybe feeling each other just a tiny space apart inside me.
Then they seemed to realize what they were doing and started long opposing
strokes into and out of me. Roger's fingers found my clit as Bill's started
truly manipulating my breasts. Paula, a big grin on her face, turned her
head and kissed me hard, her hand on the back of my head as I started
coming.
* * *
"Can I try it?" Paula asked as I panted for breath after the guys had filled
my insides with their semen. Part of the reason I was panting for breath
was that Roger's weight was still on my back. Okay. So it was just a small
part of the reason.
"I think " I gasped out "... that the guys need a few minutes rest."
"Um hmm," she said squeezing in closer beside me us. She cuddled with us
all. It was very cosy, to say the least. Cosy and loving.
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Hi.
This nifty submission is not included yet, but it will be in next
one during the upcoming weekend. This story is a refelction of the
current jobmarket and conclusions which may occur under strange and
rare situations. So folks be happy if you had a job.
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_The_New_Secretary______________________________________by_Amy_Brett__11
Her hot little body felt nice against my side but it was overwhelmed by the
guys' steady breathing that seemed to surround me. After all, Bill was
still under us and Roger was still wrapped around my back.
Though Bill should have been the first to say uncle, Roger lifted himself
off my back and slowly pulled himself out of my butt. Giggling with the
pure pleasure and happiness of it all, I just squirmed around on top of Bill
and made him giggle with me. Squeezing my pussy tight around him, made him
chuckle.
"Come on, Amy," Paula said in a wheedling tone. "Give me a chance, huh?"
"Can you get it up, Bill?" I asked into his neck.
"How 'up' do you want it?" he said with a chuckle and a movement inside me
that showed he was already at least partly hard.
"I hate to let it go," I said, squeezing him again.
"Shit, Paula," Roger said from beside us and I looked over to see her
licking Roger's mostly revived cock. "Don't you know where that's been?"
"Uh huh," she said. "Fuck me."
I lifted myself lethargically off Bill and dropped onto the other side of
him. My hand discovered that he was as hard as I'd thought he was when I
felt him inside me.
"Come here, honey," I said to Paula. Even though she didn't really want to
let Roger go, she let me do some guiding until she was on the other side of
Bill. I reached across and lifted her upper leg and guided Bill toward her
ass. He saw the idea and helped me. Very soon, he had passed her sphincter
and definitely gained her attention.
"Oh yeah," Roger moaned as he saw her reaction to the butt fuck. I was just
a little faster than he was and, as Bill rolled her onto her back over him
and buried himself in her bowels, I crawled between her legs and broadly
licked her clit.
She screamed and spread her legs so they were almost straight out to the
sides.
"Hey! I wanted that!" Roger said.
"Find something else to do," I told him and pointed to her enlarging
breasts. He chuckled and kissed her before sucking up her left breast
almost completely.
I sucked Paula's clit and got one of her quick, almost instantaneous orgasms
as a reward. Bill was slowly stroking into her ass.
"Ohhhh. Oh, baby. Oh yes," she moaned as she held the sides of my face
lovingly.
"Let me," Roger said to me softly. Looking back at him, I noticed he was
completely hard again and smiling. I rolled to the side and watched from
close quarters as he slid into her pussy.
"Oh no," Bill gasped. "I'm not doing this again." I thought for a second
that he meant fucking her. But when he rolled to the side, I knew he meant
that he didn't want to be bottom again. They didn't seem to care that they
were now on their sides instead of piled up.
I curled back up behind Bill and started kissing the back of his neck and
ears. He turned he face up to me and let me kiss him as he fucked Paula's
ass.
To reward him, I reached down and slid my slippery finger into his ass. He
giggled. I wished that I could feel his increased size inside of me instead
of having Paula benefit from it. Then I knew that I'd have a lot of other
opportunities.
I put a second finger into his bottom and enjoyed the excitement of their
increasing wildness. Paula was absolutely going crazy with the wonderful
feelings of being fucked from both sides. And, strangely, I was almost as
wild with the vicarious pleasure of it all.
I actually came. With nothing inside me. With no one touching any of my
private sexual parts. With nothing but their combined pleasure and the
intensity of their orgasms.
* * *
I was Paula's bridesmaid two weeks later. We had a wonderful time getting
everything together, getting all the invitations out to our friends and
everything. The pictures took almost an hour and the guests just had to
wait.
After all, I had to change into my wedding dress before Paula could be my
bridesmaid. Right?
The reception was great. Lots of dancing and most everyone got blasted.
But it didn't hold a candle to our wedding night in Hawaii. Paula and I
took each others' dresses off while the guys just watched and waited. Then
we took their suits off.
We laughed a lot, laying there side by side, while they fucked us on the
beach.
End
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