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Office Mating

By: Esmeralda_Greene



In a way, it's because of my wife's terrific sex drive that I'm having an affair right now. Things were going along just fine, and I was happily monogamous, until that Saturday afternoon when my wife just ¬had to have my cock. Maybe I'll use that as my defense if she ever finds out. "It's all the fault of your horny cunt!" I'll say. Or maybe not.

Make no mistake: I love my wife, and I love the fact that she's got a near-insatiable sexual apatite. Annie is an all-around gem of womanhood. Statuesquely tall, with a great figure, golden-tan skin and shining, curly black hair, she's a knockout by anyone's standards. She made good money doing part time modeling in her college days, and the intervening twelve years haven't diminished her beauty in the least. And she's smart and funny and a great companion and everything else that goes into making a perfect wife.

The other woman in my life is my co-worker Kate. Most people would say that she's not as attractive as my wife, but personally I don't feel compelled to rank women like that--to mentally line them up in order of their beauty the way school kids are lined up in order of height. There's more to the beauty of a woman than just how closely she approaches some abstract ideal of perfection. I didn't always feel that way, but being around Kate drove that truth home to me. She's about five foot three, has straight blonde hair, and is a little more roundly padded than today's anorexic standards of beauty claim is ideal. But Kate has a wonderful personality that just sparkles and fills her body and her face with life. She gives the impression that she accepts herself totally; that she loves her body and she expects you to do the same. She's beautiful and sexy because she acts beautiful and sexy.

Kate and I have been sharing an office for about two years. The building our company is in didn't have enough offices to fit our staff, so many of us double up. Kate and I get along really well, and almost from our first day of working together we engaged in a lot of good-humored flirting. We're both happily married, but flirting was fun and seemed harmless. At first, this was only verbal--lots of sexual joking around of the "that's what she said" variety.

Over time, things got a little more physical. We'd touch as we brushed past each other in our office, sometimes just casually, sometimes with a definite sexual playfulness. Kate seemed to like my butt, and after a while I couldn't turn my back on her within arms reach without getting an affectionate pat. Naturally, that gave me permission to return the complement in kind, and in that way things gradually escalated. 

One day Kate was messing with a computer cable under her desk. She was down on her hands and knees, and her snug little skirt was stretched tight over her round ass. After she'd reconnected the cable, she stayed on her hands and knees and maneuvered so that her bottom was pointing straight at me. "Aw, darn it," she said, feigning annoyance. "Just look at this thing, David. Do you know what to do with one of these?" She wiggled her ass, just to make sure I knew what she was talking about.

"Let me take a look," I said, and squatted down behind her. "Hmm," I said thoughtfully. "Yeah, I think I know how to handle this." I knew what I was about to do was pushing the boundaries, but I couldn't stop myself. Getting down on the floor with her like this had been a mistake. The smell of her perfume and the sexy, incredibly female look of her in this bent-over position were making my head swim. I ran my hands up and over her buttocks, then reached forward until I had a hand on each of her hips. I gripped hard, holding onto her the way I'd hold a woman while fucking her doggy style.

Neither of us moved or spoke for a few moments. Then Kate said "Oh," very quietly, but still we just stayed frozen in place. My cock was rigid and throbbing in my pants, and the office was silent except for the sounds of our breathing.

"W-we have to stop," Kate finally said. We weren't really doing anything, but I knew what she meant.

"Yeah," I said, but I didn't move. I tightened my grip on her hips and pulled her back while simultaneously leaning my own body forward. The hard bulge in my pants bumped against what I calculated was the exact location of her cunt, hidden by a few layers of clothing. I held us like that, my crotch pressed hard against her ass and pussy.

"Oh," Kate said again, and then: "Oh fuck!"

I was wondering if I should take those words as an invitation, but just then I looked up and saw someone walking past the glass door to our office. Although Kate was hidden by her desk, anyone looking in through that door would have seen me kneeling there like I was praying before the altar of a keyboard drawer. To say nothing of the fact that someone could come strolling into the office at any moment. Reality came crashing back in on me, and I let go of Kate's hips and stood up.

"Sorry," I said.

"No, don't be," she said with a smile as she got up herself. Then she took a deep breath and blew it out with a "Whew!" sound. "Hank sure is going to get some action tonight!" Hank is her husband's name. We both laughed. Kate looked down at the bulging front of my pants and raised her eyebrows. "And Annie too, I guess," she smirked.

After that experience we toned things down for a while, but our restraint didn't last. About a week later Kate was standing close to me as she put her jacket on at the end of the day. She seemed to be deliberately pushing her chest toward me, and when she reached her arm back I could see her nipples raising proud little bumps in her tightly stretched blouse and bra. Before I knew what I was doing, my hand was up, cupping her tit. Again the two of us froze, she with her arm half into her jacket sleeve. After a while Kate let her breath out with a sigh. "Jeeze," she said. "Welcome back to Junior High School, Kate. You're wetting your panties because a cute boy is copping a feel of your booby." This made us both laugh, and we separated and pulled ourselves together. Kate finished putting on her jacket. Just before she left she turned to me. "I'm going to be thinking about that while I fuck my spouse tonight. How about you?"

"Yup, same here," I said.

That's how Kate and I let ourselves go on playing with sexual fire. So far, the net result of our escalating flirtation had only been to spice up our respective marital sex lives, and there's nothing wrong with that, right? And we pretended to believe that it would never develop into anything more.

And maybe it wouldn't have, if it weren't for my wife being so sexy and having such a hungry pussy.

It was a Saturday, but I had to go in to work to get a project back on schedule. I was out of bed and dressed when Annie came down to the kitchen. I reminded her I was going in to work that day, and she pouted.

"But I'm horny," she said. "Can't you go in later?" To emphasize her point, she lifted up the front of her nightie, showing me her neatly trimmed black bush. We usually have a nice leisurely love-making session on Saturday mornings. 

"I promised to have stuff done by midday. When I get home we can fuck our brains out, promise."

Instead of arguing, Annie took her nightie off altogether, dropping it to the floor. That was a hell of a tough argument to resist, but I finished my coffee, gave my pouting wife a kiss, squeezed her tit and said, "Soon as I get back, honey, honest." I left, the bulge of my stiff cock pointing the way.

At work I slaved away through the morning. I was the only person in our suite of offices, so it was quiet with no interruptions. Unfortunately, the tasks I was working on were bigger than I'd thought, and by lunchtime I still had a few hours more work to do. When I called Annie and told her my updated schedule, she was pretty pissed off. 

About twenty minutes later I heard the outer door to the office suite open and close. There's a section of glass wall next to the door to my office, and looking through this I saw Annie approaching. She came into the office and closed the door behind her. She was wearing a car coat that came down to the middle of her thighs, and I had a moment to puzzle over the fact that no pants or skirt showed below this. Then she shrugged out of the jacket and tossed it aside. Except for shoes, she was naked. Without speaking, she came around my desk, bent over and pulled my head to hers for a kiss.

"I figured if dick won't come to pussy, pussy must go to dick," she said, and started pulling my shirt up out of my pants. 

Between and around her fiery kisses, I tried to mumble something about the work I had to do, but pretty quickly I realized that talking about work at that moment would be about the stupidest act ever committed in human history. "Damn, Annie," I said instead. "You are the hottest, sexiest woman in the whole world." 

"Prove it," she said, and sat on my desk, pushing my computer monitor to one side to make room. Scooting her ass further back on the desk, she brought her feet up, sitting Indian style so her beautiful cunt was spread open in front of me; a wet and glistening jewel. I was wearing a polo shirt and jeans, and the shirt was over my head and off in a second. I leaned in and kissed her passionately, running my fingers through her hair.

Now that it was decided that Annie and I were going to get it on, we started taking our time about it. We spent a leisurely time just kissing, fondling, caressing, sucking and mouthing every exposed part of each other. I pulled gently on her nipples as she opened my pants and pushed them down my thighs. My hard cock bounced out and lay on the desk like a salami on a deli counter. Annie picked it up and stroked it as I continued massaging her breasts and kissing her.

I was facing toward the office door, and a flash of movement made me look past Annie's head to the door behind her. What I saw made a little jolt of surprise run through me. Kate was there, standing outside the office, watching Annie and me through the floor-to-ceiling glass panel beside the door. She had a wry smile on her face, as if she was amused and also taunting me a little. If Annie noticed the startled shudder passing through me, she must have thought I was reacting to a rush of pleasure from her hand on my cock. My eyes locked with Kate's as I continued kissing my wife's lips. It was an odd moment, to say the least. Kate just stood there, as if challenging me, as if we were competing to see which of us would break the staring contest first. 

I took the challenge. Screw you, Kate, I thought. I'm gonna fuck my wife, whether you're standing there watching or not. I bent down to take Annie's breast in my mouth, and Kate was hidden from me for a while. When I could look up at the glass panel again, she was gone. I guess I win, I thought. But about a minute later she reappeared, first taking a cautious peek through the glass, then standing boldly in front of it when she saw that Annie still had her back to the door. Kate had her winter coat on when I first saw her, but she'd taken it off. She was wearing a knit blouse and a long skirt. She stood with her feet apart, and as I watched she started rubbing at her pussy through her skirt. 

I went on making love to my wife. Whenever I stole a glance at Kate, she was staring straight into my eyes with that amused, taunting expression. The situation was crazy, but I didn't want it to stop. I felt like I was having sex with the two hottest women in my life at once. I tugged at Annie's shoulder's, coaxing her off the desk and into a kneeling position at my feet. I wanted Kate to get a good look at my dick, so I held it up, away from Annie's mouth. Annie responded by squatting lower so she could tilt her head up and suck on my balls. 

I locked eyes with Kate as I held my cock up so she could see all of its long, fat bulk. She reacted by extending her tongue, lifting her chin and making licking motions. "God damn," I whispered. I wasn't sure which of these two women was turning me on more. 

Annie brought her head up and closed her lips around my cock. I grabbed her head with both hands, burying my fingers in her hair and fucking her mouth. Kate went on watching, still pressing her fingers into her skirt at the level of her crotch. I wondered how long it would be before her pussy juice would start soaking through the cloth.

I needn't have wondered, because just then she left off rubbing herself. Instead, she put her hands at either side of her skirt and took hold of it. Walking her fingers through the fabric, she slowly lifted up the front of her skirt. It was a long skirt, reaching down to her calves, so the hemline had a long way to go. I watched it creep upward, inch by inch, as my wife lovingly worked the magic of her mouth on my cock. Kate's knees were revealed, and still the curtain of fabric crept upward. I pulled on Annie's head, bumping the end of my prick against the back of her throat. 

Now the front of Kate's skirt was halfway up her thighs. Beautiful round thighs, the tight pink skin radiant against the dark cloth of the back of her skirt. The progress was teasingly slow, but her fingers were gathering up more and more fabric, raising the skirt higher and higher, revealing more and more...

"Oh, fuck!" I said aloud. Kate had no panties on, and an exquisite golden-blonde triangle of pussy hair was exposed to my gaze, framed by the dark folded drapery of her skirt, framed again by the glass panel she stood behind. "Oh fuck!" I repeated.

Down at my crotch, Annie gagged and coughed, pulling away from me. I'd absent-mindedly pushed my cock too deep into her mouth and held it there too long. "Sorry," I said. I felt guilty. I'd just choked my wife with my cock because I was distracted by another woman's pussy. Definitely not World's Best Husband behavior. I helped Annie to her feet and got her to sit on the desk again. Then I knelt down, just as she had been kneeling before me a moment ago. I buried my face in her pussy, both grateful and sorry that the sight of Kate was hidden from me. 

I lovingly went to work on Annie's cunt, running my lips and tongue up and down and back and forth over her pussy lips. I wallowed in the slippery wetness of her, smearing her juices over my cheeks. I closed my mouth around her clit and sucked on it, flicking my tongue around inside my mouth. After a few minutes, Annie was pulling at my shoulders. "Get up here and fuck me," she ordered. I stood up, and simultaneously Annie lay back on the desk, hooking her legs around my waist and pulling me toward her. "Fuck me. Fuck my cunt."

As I stood up I stole a glance at the long window beside the office door. It was empty; apparently Kate had left. Gone to the ladies room to jill off? Gone home to fuck her husband? I tried not to think about it. I wanted to think about my wife. My wonderful, sexy wife who had her legs wrapped around me and was begging me to fuck her cunt. I held the head of my cock to her pussy, wetting it with her juices and nudging it between the lips. I started to push...

Down the hall, the front door to the office suite closed with a bang. Immediately I heard Kate's voice calling out: "Hello! Anyone here?"

"Oh fuck!" Annie hissed. She swung a leg up and over me, twisting off the desk and onto her feet. "C'mon, get dressed!" she snapped at me. She still had her shoes on, so her car coat was the only thing she had to put on. She slipped into it and started doing the buttons. "Get dressed!" she said again. I was in such a surprised daze that I hadn't moved, but I did then. I grabbed my shirt and pulled it over my head, then pulled my jeans up. My cock was too rigid by far for me to push it down a pants leg, so I just buttoned my pants and left it sticking out the fly. I sat down in my office chair and rolled up close to my desk. 

Katie breezed in through the office door. "Hello Dave," she said cheerily. "I didn't know you'd be in today." Then she pretended to notice Annie for the first time. "Oh, hi Annie! How are you? Gee, you look great. You're positively glowing!" She turned to me with a grin. "Isn't she glowing, Dave?"

"Hi Kate," Annie said to the floor. "I was... passing by so I, uh, stopped in to say hi to Dave."

"Aw, that's nice," Kate said.

"I'll be going now," Annie said, still looking at the floor. Then she picked her head up to look at me. "You'll be coming home soon?" She knew I couldn't leave right away, since my exposed cock had me trapped behind my desk.

"Yes, soon." I promised, and Annie left.

We hadn't even heard the outer door close before Kate had her coat off and was hiking her long skirt up to her waist. She came around my desk and climbed up onto it, sitting in the smear of wetness that Annie had left behind. "Get up here, you bastard," she said. "Get up here and fuck me! Fuck my cunt! Fuck my cunt, you bastard!"

I stood up so fast my chair tipped over behind me. In less than a second my cock was buried to the root in Kate's pussy. We fucked frenziedly, pulling and pawing at each other, kissing with clumsy urgency. I ripped the buttons off her blouse to get at her tits, mauling them with my mouth and hands. It was barely five minutes before her legs were spasmodically clenching around my hips as I pumped my load into her, both of us shouting, grunting, gasping.

After another five minutes or so to catch my breath, I was getting ready to leave. Kate was still lying on her back on my desk, her hand between her legs, languidly playing with the cum dribbling out of her cunt. When I hesitated, looking down at her, she said, "You'd better go on home to Annie. I hope you have some left for her." She looked at the crotch of my pants, about eye level with her. "I'm sure you do." She smiled sleepily.

Before leaving, I stopped in the men's room to wash myself off as best I could with paper towels and hand soap. Given the mood Annie was in, it seemed likely that she'd have her mouth around my cock within seconds of me walking in the door, so I figured it would be a good idea if that cock wasn't slathered with a mixture of my cum and Kate's pussy juices.

But as it turned out, things got interesting again before I even got home. When I went down to the office building's underground parking lot, Annie was there, leaning against my car and waiting for me. 

"Christ, it took you long enough," she complained as I approached.

"Well, I had to wait for Kate to leave the office for a minute so I could put my dick away and zip my pants." As I spoke I saw that Annie's coat was unbuttoned and hanging open. "Fuck you look good, honey," I said. "Have you just been standing around showing yourself off to passers by?"

"There haven't been any passers by, lucky for me. I've been standing here playing with myself, keeping my pussy nice and wet for you." She reached a hand down to her cunt and slid her fingers up between the lips, then drawing them away and holding them up for me to see. Even in the gray light of the parking garage I could see the glistening, slick wetness on her fingertips. "See?"

I answered her by pulling her to me for a passionate kiss, dropping one hand down between out bodies to cup her pussy. She whimpered into my mouth, putting her own hand over mine and pressing. I slid two fingers into her, and she gasped out an "Oh!" that echoed in the cavernous garage. "Fuck me, goddamn it," she ordered, fumbling to get my fly open.

My cock was recovering quickly from my orgasm of a few minutes ago, but it wasn't the full-tilt boner that my wife had every reason to expect from me. So to give myself a little more recuperation time I dropped to my knees and buried my face between Annie's legs. She was standing at the side of the hood of my car, so she could rest her ass against the front fender. She leaned back, bracing her arms behind her on the hood and spreading her knees for me. I pressed in, pushing my mouth up to her warm, wet pussy and thrusting my tongue out to lap at her clit.


Office Mating



I was sitting at my desk at work when I heard someone say, 'we're out of printer paper.'

I looked over to see Kim standing by the office printer. Sure enough the box was empty. I am an office assistant. I help out other co-workers with problems as well as take care of things like keeping the printers running. I reached into one of my drawers and got the key to the stockroom. Sure enough Kim followed me back to the room where the office supplies were stored.

I didn't like Kim following me around. For the past couple of months she was hanging around my desk. I am pretty sure she has a thing for me. The problem is, Kim is married and I know she has a child. Why she thought I would be attracted to her I didn't know. Kim did have an attractive face but she was overweight. Her other good feature was her big tits. She liked to show them off and lots of men in the office paid attention.

The stockroom was down this empty hallway. The only room being used was for office supplies. I unlocked the door and we both stepped inside. We no sooner got into the room when I saw Kim lock the door from the inside.

"Why don't you pay attention to me Scott?"

"You are a married woman Kim," I told her.

Kim made this face as if she didn't like my answer. The next thing I know, Kim is pulling her top up over her head. I think my eyes got big. What was she doing? That soon followed with Kim unsnapping her bra. Those big tits came tumbling out. I can tell you those were the biggest breasts I have seen live. They rested on her chest and I could tell that those enormous nipples were already hard. Kim walked over to me and she stood right there for me to see.

"Touch them," she said to me.

I just stood there paralyzed. Kim then brought her hands up around my head and pulled me towards those big tits. Like a fool I wrapped my lips around a nipple.

"Oh my God!" Kim said as I took as much tit into my mouth as was possible. I knew this was so insane but there I was kissing and licking one nipple then the other. This went on for just a few minutes. Kim pulled away from me. She sat down on the edge of a table there in the stockroom. I watched as she slid out of the pants she was wearing. She definitely was thick down below and one other thing, her panties were soaking wet.

Kim slipped off those panties and I saw her pussy. Kim had shaved down completely. I was looking at two giant pussy lips all flared out. Kim got up from the table. she walked over to me and placed her hand on my crotch. I hate to admit it, I was hard. Once Kim felt my dick she unzipped my trousers. She freed my dick from my pants and underwear.

Kim moved back to the table and sat on the edge of it. 

"I need you Scott," she pleaded.

I was knee deep in being stupid that day. My hard cock was ruling my actions. I walked over to the edge of the table. Kim reached out and took hold of my dick. She guided me to her opening. I pushed into her pussy.

"Oh fuck!" Kim cried out.

I only hoped no one heard that. You probably can guess what happened next. I started to feed Kim my erect cock. Her pussy was making those slurping noises as I drove my cock inside her the whole way. Kim reached out and placed her hands on my hips. I guess you can say I just lost it back there in the stockroom. I was pounding her fat pussy for all it was worth. Kim's pussy was dripping with her juices.

I know Kim had gotten loud. She was moaning and telling me to fuck her as hard as I could. That is just what I did. Our pubic bones were hitting as I slid all eight inches of my cock into her body. I'm afraid I didn't hold out too long that day. Surprising, Kim had me in a tight grip. Her pussy muscles were milking my bone and I lost control of myself. We couldn't have gone more than fifteen minutes. I told Kim I was close and going to pull out.

"Don't pull out, cum in me!" She said.

Jesus, I was fucking a co-worker with my bare cock in a back room at work. How stupid could I be. Now Kim wanted me to unload inside her. I had no idea if she was on birth control or not. So what did I do? I blasted Kim with my load of cum. I grunted as I squirted hot wads of my seed deep into Kim's hole. You should have seen her face. Kim had this look of ecstasy as she took my love offering. One thing was for sure, I had a big load stored up that day. I lost count as to how many times I blew my cream into Kim's pussy.

I finally was empty and I pulled my dick out of Kim. My sticky load immediately came spilling out. Kim sat on the edge of the table, her body was shaking from the fucking she just took. Kim did stand up and she grabbed a box a tissues that was back in the stockroom. I watched her clean my spunk from her opening. We were actually quiet as we got cleaned up and we dressed again.

"I better leave first and don't forget the paper," she said to me.

Kim unlocked the door and walked out. I had to stand there for a few minutes longer. I needed to get my cock calmed down before I went back out into the office. I picked up that heavy box of paper and carried back to the printer.

"It's about time, what took you so long?"

It was Janet, a busy body who worked in our office. If she only knew what just happened. I finally got back to work. I could see Kim looking over at me from her desk. Maybe a half an hour passed and she walked over to me.

"We need to do that in a real bed," she told me.

I knew right then I had make a big mistake. Kim was going to expect sex from me whenever she needed it. I had to find out something right then.

"Tell me you are on the pill," I whispered to her.

Kim got this big grin on her face. She shook her head, no. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I just fucked a married woman with my bare cock and gave her a load of my seed. My mind was racing. What if I impregnated Kim. What an asshole I was. Later that day Kim walked by my desk and dropped a piece of paper on it. I quickly reached for it.

"I can be free this weekend. I have a place we can meet... Kim"

I should have told her it was over right then and there, but I was afraid she would start leaving rumors about her and me in the office. I gave in to having sex. I did meet Kim at some seedy motel on the edge of town. It was one of those one room places with a bed and little else. I took Kim all afternoon that day. She made me hard with her mouth and then she told me to lie down. Kim mounted me and then slid down onto my stiff cock.

You guessed it, I didn't use a rubber that day. Kim slid up and down my bare dick the whole time. I got her so worked up. I was squeezing those big tits and pinching her nipples. We didn't need to worry about getting loud. Kim was practically screaming there on that small bed. She told me my cock was so much bigger than her husband's dick. She also said something that sent a chill up my spine. She said she wanted as much of my cum as she could get.

"Impregnate me Scott, you know you want to."

Maybe I just lost it right then and there. I told her I was going to fuck her until I gave her a big belly. After I said that the fucking got so intense. I ended up flipping Kim onto her back and I lifted up under her knees. I pushed her legs forward and I drove my dick deep into that fat pussy. Kim had these orgasms that were amazing. I thought she was going to throw me off her body. 

I gave her multiple loads of my cum that day. Cum was leaking out all over the bed. Kim finished me off by sucking on my spent dick. I had pulled out and she licked up and down my rod until she cleaned all of our juices from my pole. I have no idea how all this will play out. Kim did tell me that if she gets pregnant she will tell her husband that the baby is his. All I know is we have continued to see each other away from work and I fuck Kim constantly.



Office Mating Ch. 01



 WARNING:

The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories upset you, or you are offended by subjects of a sexual nature - do not read any further! 

This story is for entertainment only. It contains adult oriented material. This is a work of fiction. The acts and characters contained within are figments of my imagination and have no basis in fact. I do not practice, advocate, condone or encourage acts portrayed here. The characters in the story are entirely fictional. You need to believe that all of the characters are over the age of eighteen.

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A Harvey Marcus Retrospective: Office Mating

In a sudden delusion caused by two simultaneous synapses crossing each other, I thought, "Gee, wouldn't it be keen to tell the story of how I, Harvey Marcus, got started with all of this screwing around. I mean, it didn't just happen out of nothing. Everything has a cause, a spark, an ignition. So, here's another Official Retrospective, detailing how I involuntarily got sucked into a campaign of accidental sex with all of the world's eighteen-year and older females.

Episodes One and Two found me seduced by two different babysitters. Episode Three (not yet published) will involve a stranger who demanded sex, while Episode Five (already published) partnered me with a family member.

This jumps back to my Fourth Official Retrospective, sex with a co-worker. You know the scenario - man and woman who work at the same company and don't care for each other get sent off on a business trip and "something" forces them into physical intimacy. Only, in my story, the wackiest thing happens. You see, the woman is - oh, yeah, I guess I should let you read it. So, go ahead. I won't hover.

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Office Mating

At about the time I got promoted to Director and got a private office, the company hired a dark haired young woman to implement and support technical applications for our department. Her name was Isadora. Her consistent uniform was a starched white blouse and dark skirt, below the knee. She made it clear from her first day in the job that she was to be called Dora. Not Izzy. Definitely not Izzy. 

Except that, less than a week later, the crowd she hung with was Izzy-ing like crazy. I remained a Dora caller. In fact, she kept such a distance I could have been a Ms. Muniz caller instead. Since we were both doing technical work, I expected we'd talk more. Never happened. Maybe she thought I was unapproachable, or unfriendly or ugly. It was as if she could read my mind and found lascivious thoughts. No deeds to make me suspect. No overheard comments about her youthful face, button nose, or little body with perfect proportions. No remarks about her teardrop breasts under her close fitting shirts. My father had lots of sayings. One was "Keep your dick out of the inkwell." Or was it "Keep your penis out of the typewriter"? Maybe not memorable but directly applicable. No sex with co-workers. No problem with Dora. We weren't even friends.

Dora worked for Don, in support of sales. The wackiest duo in the company. Don was a wheeler-dealer. Always ready for a good time with clients. An expense account that would choke a horse. But management looked the other way because Don brought in the big deals. Deals that could take a faltering quarter and make it exceptional. Don was personable. No one ever disliked Don, which meant customers made repeat orders, which meant Don was successful. Self-fulfilling loop. And rumors said Don was a fun guy to hang with.

Straight-laced Dora acted subdued and shy, the exact opposite. Dora did the background work while Don made the client visits, wining and dining. Wacky? Steak and sizzle. A match made in business heaven. Odd couples often work out, which is why I couldn't understand why Harriett and I were faltering. She and I were about as opposite as you can get, at least on a few major topics.

My technical peers in other departments got to make business trips, or trips to conferences. Tashun always rejected my requests to attend workshops as "wasted time and money." I was jealous of Don and others who'd often hop on a plane to some exotic location. I made a standing offer to accompany any salesman on a customer visit, if it would help them close a deal. It would be good to get away from Harriett. We were always fighting about money, never having enough, and about sex, and never doing it.

Dora kept her distance, and that was okay, since although we were both technical, our work rarely overlapped. The only time Dora and I were closer than three feet was an incident in the elevator at end of day. Everybody crowded in at five o'clock, eager to get the hell home, or wherever else they were going. Anyplace except the office. The elevator was more than crowded. I was already in, when another wave of workers showed up, insisting on a ride. Dora was one of them. She scurried in and faced the front. I was behind her. My luck, she wore a v-neck sweater. Because she was short and I'm tall, I had a nice view of the curved valley between her breasts. I had no choice but to grow an erection. Completely involuntary and not a problem until she backed up to let more insistent workers on. She must have felt my condition against her back. 

"Mr. Marcus!" she shouted.

Everyone looked. My face was on fire. A couple of classless male coworkers hooted. I vowed to stay completely away from Dora from then on.

About a month later, things changed, specifically Dora's attitude and behavior, but only on Wednesdays. She'd come into the office upbeat, more confident, and definitely sexier. And ready to flaunt it. She must have known she had a voluntary audience in me and so she played off of me more than others.

For example, if we had a meeting on Wednesday, she'd always sit next to me, so that the peek-a-boo side of her blouse was facing me. She'd lean over to take notes, allowing the usual white cotton to separate precisely to give me a bra shot. Her breasts weren't huge, not even as big as Harriett's, and my wife is not zaftig, but a direct flirtation and a welcome diversion from Tashun's droning babble.

The most blatant incident, which almost pushed me over the edge, was another Wednesday morning. I was in the coffee room, back when the company provided the beverage for free. I'd already poured and spooned in my sugar. I was holding a carton of dairy product when Dora came in, glowing. I said hello, and complimented her on her choice of clothing, her typical white blouse and ankle-length skirt. Dumb - I know. She stroked the length of my tie. Twice. I had trouble breathing. 

"I'm short-waisted," she said in a whisper. "Regular rides long on me." She pulled the material of her skirt, bunching it in her hands at her waist to demonstrate. No one else was refilling at the time, so there were no witnesses. She continued to drag the material higher until it was well above her knees, halfway up her thighs. Her legs were nicely shaped. I swallowed hard, anxious for her to continue the unveiling. She acted proud but nervous, glad to be showing off her physical attributes but scared at the same time. Like a push me-pull you was battling inside her. My hand must have shaken, because I spilled some dairy lightener on the counter. 

"Shame on you, wasting cream like that. I've read that cream increases a woman's cellulite. Do you think I have any?" She lifted her skirt higher so that thighs were completely exposed, hinting at panties just above.

"Not that I can see." Sweat ran down my back.

"You're a gentleman."

The sound of others approaching interrupted her teasing. Dora dropped her grip, and her skirt cascaded to full length. The room filled with co-workers and the opportunity to take it the next step, whatever that would have been, was lost. Dora walked out but not without rubbing my shoulder. This was a completely different Dora. Why was she friendly all of a sudden? And show off her legs? Amazing!

The next day, Thursday, Don came calling, with a promising tap on my doorframe. "You up for a trip?"

"Are you kidding? Of course." I'd lucked out. Don knew all of the right places, and perhaps a few of the wrong ones.

Don grinned. "I've arranged for adjoining rooms so we can pretend we have a suite, allow us to work together easier."

"Great! Wait a second. Where are we going?"

"Summerset Corporation in St Louis. Its not LA, but a whole lot better than Huntsville."

"When, and what's my role?" I wanted to be completely prepared. Screwing up Don's sale would make this a once-in-an-employment opportunity.

"Short notice. Next week. The customer insists we do a technical presentation. I told them 'Trust me. Have I ever let you down?' But their dumb ass CIO insisted."

"No sweat. I know how to handle those self important pricks." I don't use nasty slang at work as a rule but Don used more than his share. I peppered my response to let him know we were on the same wavelength. Dora hated it when Don swore. She'd get red in the face and shout 'Donald!'

He hated his full name, so sometimes he'd stop. For a while.

Later that day, I stepped outside my office. I'd been hunched over my computer for several hours reading technical specifications. Our product line had been updated, and I expected their CIO to grill me on the details. I needed a stretch and a chance to clear my brain. Don and Tashun walked down the aisle, side by side, bumping elbows and giggling like two teenage girls sharing a secret. Was Don being less than truthful about our trip? Don stopped at my office but Tashun kept walking without a word. Bastard. I could take him down with a passing mention of his sexual encounters with his niece. But such a disclosure would cost my reputation and probably my job. My company may not fire snitches but they sure don't promote them either.

"What's with you and Tashun? Sharing secrets?"

"You're too smart for your own good, you know that? Okay, I really shouldn't say anything, but I told Tashun that Izzy dragged me into the janitor's closet yesterday."

"She did?" Lucky bastard.

"Yeah, she wrapped herself around me and pulled my face down for a really hot kiss. Tongue and everything. And then, quick as she came on to me, she pulled back, straightened herself up and strutted out, like nothing had happened."

I didn't share my coffee room incident. He may be a tattletale, but not me.

"Too bad Izzy isn't coming with us. You might get a slice of what I got. No worries. There's a female manager of purchasing at Summerset that's hot to trot. We'll see some action, I promise." I got Don's elbow, the same one he'd used with Tashun. Was I supposed to be pleased that Don was going to be my procurer? Although, maybe procured sex was better than none at all. And, it wouldn't be a babysitter or a stranger in a gynecologist's office.

On Friday, I slaved over an existing technical dog and pony show, making a ton of updates. With Don's reputation on the line, as well as maintaining an excellent customer, things had to perfect. The weekend flew by, mostly household errands punctuated by disagreements with Harriett. On Monday morning, I met with Don and Dora to co-ordinate our presentations. Nothing worse than two members of a team confusing their audience with conflicting stuff. That got me closer to Dora than I'd ever been, work or otherwise. I included a demo in my presentation, which required a test version of a network application using sample data hosted on our servers. That was Dora's responsibility. Working out the details put us side-by-side at the same table. Since it wasn't Wednesday, I got plenty of attitude. She sat two chairs away to maximize our spacing.

Don and I practiced our stuff on Monday at my insistence. He was secure but I wanted to be certain both he and Dora approved of my content and style. Dora said nothing. His only comment was to smile more and have fun with it. "You're too stiff." 

If I'd been standing and he'd checked my pants, he would have seen he was correct. Presenting to my audience of Don and Dora, half of them had me excited, and it wasn't Don. If Dora noticed, she didn't let on.

On Tuesday, we did one last run-through for a hastily gathered group of co-workers. The demonstration of the network application was flawless, and I thanked Dora for her effort. She barely nodded. We packed up our materials and equipment for our departure the next day. Don looked pale with slumped shoulders as we left the conference room. He hadn't been very energetic in his presentation, although he didn't miss a beat or get anything wrong.

"What's up? You okay?" I asked.

"Just worn out from last night. The Smithereens were in town."

The two Smithereen brothers had manufacturing plants all over the world and used lots of our products. "Just get a good rest tonight."

We took our materials home that night so we could go directly to the airport the next day. We agreed to meet at the departure gate at eleven. No reason to stand around outside of security.

Late morning the next day, I sat at the gate for our flight to St. Louis. I arrived at the airport with time to spare, looking forward to the high-class treatment first class passengers receive. Don wasn't there yet. He was dependable in his commitments to customers. How about co-workers? On the flight, I expected him to regale me with stories of previous jaunts and extreme successes, if for no other reason than to keep me pumped up on our adventure. 

I was shocked to see Dora, flushed with red cheeks, perspiring, dragging a wheeled carry-on behind her. She found my face in the crowd and headed directly for me. She bent over, hands on knees, catching her breath.

"Hi. What are you doing here?"

"Ms. Shorhan called me at home." Takita Shorhan was Don's administrative assistant. She refused to be called a secretary. Originally from somewhere in Asia, she was a recent hire with a Masters in Marketing from Buena Vista College. I'd reviewed her resume, but she wasn't right for any of my technical positions. "Don's is in the hospital. Nobody is saying why."

"That's terrible." I speculated about a reason, given what I'd previously heard about Don's lifestyle: a drug overdose, or a heart condition. My heart sunk. "So the trip is off?"

"No! That's just it. Tashun told me to go in Don's place." Her eyes darted around as she spoke. "I stopped by Don's house to get his materials. Evidently Summerset insisted that the meeting go on as planned, or they'd take their business elsewhere. But I'm not a salesman."

"Well, we saw Don's slides. Nothing too difficult. We should be able to-"

"I pleaded with them not to send me." She grasped my arm, squeezing. "Not today. But they insisted or I'd get fired."

A gate clerk called for first class boarding. Don had spared no company expense. I guided Dora towards the gate attendant.

"Take a deep breath." I reached for Dora's hands. She let me hold them. "Everything will be okay."

Dora's expression did not show confidence. She was anxious, frightened. "But, but-"

"Shhhhhh. We'll make it through. You've been party to our plans. And no one knows the demo better than the two of us."

"Us?" Was that a hint of a smile piercing her tortured expression?

"Yes. We'll wow them." I put my arm around her, a colleague's supportive gesture.

She leaned her onto my chest. It was a natural position, and too comfortable. When I glanced down at her, she raised her face and kissed on the cheek. Not a peck. An insistent kiss, a needy kiss. One she didn't want to end. Too bad it was my cheek and not my lips. I took a deep breath. 

Her carry-on luggage banged into my calves as she clung to me down the Jetway. 

We entered the plane and turned left towards first class. I melted into my padded seat.

Dora sat upright, stiff. "I hate flying." 

"How many times have you flown?"

"Including this flight - twice."

Like one trip is a large enough data sample. "Sure it's a pain with all of the security measures but-"

"I like the security. Makes me more confident. No, it's the physics. A big piece of metal, up in the sky. It doesn't make sense."

A hollow feeling blossomed in my belly at the thought of a rock released from a hand. It drops straight down. I was tempted to give her an aerodynamics lesson as best I remembered it. The words failed me. I decided she was correct. It didn't make sense, even in a comfortable seat.

She clung to me, arm entwined with mine. I didn't complain especially when I felt her breast against my triceps. This incidental contact was way better than the free alcohol or the fancy appetizers.

The flight from Chicago was quick, and painless with Dora on my arm. I pulled her carry-on bag to avoid damaging my Achilles tendon and calves. 

Even though we were in the same time zone, I checked my watch. The face of my watch showed the date and day of week: Wednesday. Maybe that's the cause of Dora's attitude? The wait for my bag in baggage claim was mercifully short.

We stood on the curb, waiting our turn for a cab, Dora close to me. "I'm sorry about my behavior." 

"Nothing to apologize for. Lots of folks don't like flying."

"I mean in the office. Last week? I hope I didn't embarrass you."

"Me?" She was the one who hiked up her dress and made a sexual reference about not wasting cream. "It takes more than that."

A mischievous grin spread across her face. "It does?" She patted my ass. In public. Immediately she pulled her hands back, crossing her arms. Her expression was one of shock. Dora was like two different women in the same delectable body. Her original shy and demure self, and an emerging outgoing practically lascivious one. And only on Wednesdays. Strange.

A limo pulled up, with Don's name on cardboard stuck behind the windshield. First class, all the way. The driver took our bags as I held the door for Dora. We buckled in, at a safe distance.

I had to ask. "Are you okay?" Or does schizophrenia run in your family?

Dora hung her head. "I'm not sure. I'm taking some drugs, once a week."

On Wednesdays, obviously.

She continued, "I wouldn't have taken them today if I'd known I was leaving town, but the phone message came too late."

The door was open. I decided to walk through. "If you mind my asking, what kind of drugs?" If they had the same effect on all women, maybe I'd slip some into Harriett's coffee. "You're not sick, I hope."

"It is difficult to explain. They're supposed to make me normal but they're messing with my head."

I wanted to ask how she was abnormal. Dora seemed normal to me, only a bit too shy, a tad too reserved. "Anything I can do?"

She leaned against my shoulder and ran her hand from my knee to my groin. Shit, was she going to fondle my prick in the back of a limo? "We'll see." She jumped back, straightened her jacket and folded her hands. "Oh, I'm so sorry. The drugs are more potent at night."

Dora hugged the opposite side of the limo for the remainder of our trip to the hotel. We checked in, greeted by smiling desk clerks who treated us like royalty. Perhaps Don had been here before, and we were riding on his coattails. A bellman piled our suitcases on a rolling cart and escorted us upstairs.

"Do you want to go for dinner?" I tried to make it sound like business and not a date.

"No thanks. I'm not in the mood. Maybe I'll order room service."

True to his word, Don had two adjacent rooms reserved. On the way off the elevator, Dora stopped our caravan at a vending machine and bought a 20-ounce bottle of cola. The bellman led us to Dora's room, unlocked it, and brought her bag inside.

"Just knock it you need anything," I offered. Fat chance that would happen.

The bellman continued four feet down the hall to my room. The bellman checked my registration. Don, bless his heart, had prepaid for adult programming channels. Since I had them, I guessed Dora had them too. 




Office Mating Ch. 01



I checked the room service menu and ordered up a steak, baked potato, and a soda. The meal was great, except the soda was a miniature 4 ounce can, barely enough to wash down the meal. After eating, I settled back to watch a "cheerleaders take their clothes off for no reason" flick. A classic. Their sneakers whomped the gymnasium floor as their tits bounced wildly. I got an erection in my sleeping shorts.

In the middle of the movie, which had no plot, just excuses for college kids to get undressed and fuck, I heard a knock almost indistinguishable from the on-screen pounding of sneakers on the gymnasium floor. I opened the door that connected my room to Dora. She had done the same. She stood partially bent over in a white bathrobe. On her coffee table lay a pair of mangled hot dogs sans buns. It looked like they'd been beaten or mashed, their stuffing squishing from breaks in their casings. The best I could tell, they hadn't been eaten. 

"What's wrong?" The question of what she might or might not be wearing under the bathrobe kept my erection firm.

"I've hurt myself. I wouldn't have bothered you, but the pain is so bad I can't sleep. I was afraid I'd be a zombie tomorrow."

"It's no trouble. How can I help?"

Dora backed up, allowing me to cross the threshold into her room. "I'm really nervous about tomorrow, so I tried to relax."

"Of course. Some mindless television, right?" Or a sex flick. Maybe "Stallions of Wall Street"?

"No, not that. I gave myself a sliver."

Relaxing with wood? That was unique, but so was Sexy Wednesdays. "No problem. I'm an expert taking out slivers. Let me get my kit."

I had a magnifying glass, a pin and a tweezers in my bathroom ditty bag. When I reentered Dora's room, she wasn't visible. "Hello?"

"I'm in here." 'Here' was the bathroom, where she stood with all of the lights on. "I got it from this." She handed me a hairbrush, bristles first. I examined the handle. The finish had eroded away, probably from moisture, down to bare wood. And it was rough. No wonder she got a sliver.

"So where's that nasty sliver?" I expected her to put out a hand. She eased onto the counter and spread her knees. "I forgot my vibrator and I was desperate for a physical release." The robe began to separate. Her knees came into view. Then her dark, smooth thighs. "I tried a couple of hot dogs, but they were too soft. I needed something harder."

Release? Masturbation? So that's how they ended up in bad shape, as substitute dildos. Evidently Dora's cunt packs a tight squeeze. I was plenty hard. But she wasn't offering, and I wasn't volunteering. My cock throbbed at the remote possibility anyway. "Is this from the drugs?"

She nodded. "My husband complained that I wasn't interested in sex. Maybe he was right. I don't know. He was my first and only lover. My doctor said I was fine and that we should take joint therapy but Emilio said he was okay. It was all me. When my girlfriend Marisol visited from Puerto Rico, she brought me these." She pulled a zippered plastic bag from her makeup pouch.

It looked like remnants from mowing the lawn, thin brown strands. "What is it?"

"Naturally growing herbs and plant leaves. I started brewing them once a week, like Marisol instructed. They're supposed to make me more relaxed, so Emilio and I can have good sex."

"On Wednesday nights?"

The robe fell away exposing her legs all the way up to - oh my God - her bare pussy. I couldn't help but stare. No underpants. Not surprising if she'd masturbated with a brush handle, but a shock just the same.

"Yes. Emilio has Thursdays off, so we can make love all night. The more, the better."

I was completely distracted. I shouldn't have had this privilege. God, she was hot. Dora volunteered the answer. "We're trying to have a baby. I took the normal dose this morning, but then Ms. Shorhan called."

So Dora was all sexed up and no Emilio to satisfy her. "So your husband experiences the revitalized Dora every Wednesday night?"

"Izzy. He calls me Izzy." Her motor was revving with no place to go. She winced. "The sliver, could you take it out?"

I took a cleansing breath. "Sure. Exactly where?"

She spread her labia. Her pussy lips were engorged, pink and full. She tapped a finger on her left one. "It's on this side." I remained at attention, my body and my dick.

"Come closer. You'll never see it at that distance." She let the robe drop from her shoulders. A sleeveless crop top covered her breasts. Without a bra, they didn't sag, nipples pointed.

"I'll have to touch you. You know, down there."

"All right, as long as you get it out. It really hurts."

I bent over and stuck my head in her groin. I was tempted to lick her pussy. It smelled like sex, something withheld from me at home.

"Closer," Izzy urged.

I tried to ignore my own urges and positioned my magnifying glass a few inches from her vagina. She held her cunt open. Fortunately, the sliver was dark against pink flesh and exposed enough to pluck without the need for using my pin or breaking any more skin. I poised the tweezers, grasped the tiny shard and slid it out. "Done." I exhaled deeply. Dora wiggled at my puff of air against her moist entrance.

The sliver was out, and I needed to be out of Izzy's room, or who knows what I'd do.

"Put some ointment on it," Izzy pleaded. "So I don't get infected."

"Can't you do it?" My hand shook at the thought of touching Izzy's pussy.

She rummaged through her pouch and handed me a tube of topical disinfectant gel. "I can't see where the wound is. Rub it in."

It would have been simple for her to spread the ointment herself. After all, we weren't talking about searching for a couple of square inches on the back forty. Her request gave me an excuse to stay, and more than that, to touch her. I put a dab on my fingertip and rubbed in the area of the sliver wound. God, I had my finger next to Izzy's pussy. Don didn't get this far. "Like this?"

"Uh huh. Don't miss a spot."

I stroked the length of her labia. It responded by getting fatter. My cock stayed wood hard. And, if push came to penetration, my penis wouldn't leave a sliver. I had to make sure we wouldn't go that far. "I think I've got it all." My fingertip grazed her opening. 

Her hips bounced. "Forward and back. My hero." Izzy grabbed my face and planted a big wet kiss on my lips.

I reeled backwards. I'd had my jollies. It was time to go back to my room and squirt, thinking about Izzy's pussy instead of anonymous cheerleaders. And it wouldn't take very long. I turned to leave but Izzy grabbed my shirt.

"I shouldn't ask this, but it's not like you haven't shown interest." Izzy held up a different tube. This one was a general-purpose lubricant. From what I had touched, this wasn't at all necessary. Izzy was already moist. "Please, apply this cream. Rub it in real good."

I tried to apply it on the outside only, but the salve was so slippery, one finger accidentally slid into her cunt. "Sorry." I pulled my hand back, afraid I'd gone too far. 

"Oooh, don't apologize. Keep doing what you were doing."

So Izzy wasn't upset, she was delighted. I gently separated her lips with my finger.

"Oh yes. That's it. More, give me more."

I upped the ante to two fingers. She bucked hard. "Oh yes. Better." 

Izzy spread her legs further. Both fingers slipped past her vaginal lips.

"In. Good. In. Good." Izzy was doing play-by-play while bucking against my hand.

No pretense, I was finger fucking her. She panted and wiggled. "You don't know how good this feels. Please don't stop. I need release."

I barely moved my hand as her hips lunged against the digital intruders. Dora's hip thrusts became more extreme. She wanted to fuck something. The hot dogs had failed, and the brush had given her a sliver. At least my fingers weren't doing damage. 

Her cunt tightened against my digits. She gurgled, sighed and slumped back against the mirror. "Phooooo. That helped a lot." She pulled her legs together, slid off the counter and pulled the robe on. I'd lost my free show.

I was pleased that she'd evidently orgasmed, and wasn't so tense. I, on the other hand, needed to exit so one of my hands could bring me off in private. I stood up, wiping the goop and Izzy's cunt juice from my fingers. My erection pushed at my sleeping pants.

"Oh my. I got you all aroused." Izzy hugged me, so I returned the gesture. "I didn't mean for that to happen." 

How could I not get excited, fingering someone who'd teased me sexually for weeks? "As long as you're all right." When she leaned back, it was to kiss, not escape from my arms. There was a hint of tongue, and then a probing between my lips. I kept my hands around her waist but she slid them behind to hold her cute round ass. I squeezed.

"Oh God, do that again."

"Really?" Holding Izzy in my arms, kissing her, had been a fantasy. Now she was in my grasp, and I was having too much fun.

"Oh yes!"

I pressed myself against her and gave her a bigger kiss. And another. The suck face was getting pretty intense. And her hips were jerking forward, straining to feel my erection. She led me into her bedroom. "I wouldn't ask this of you, and you can refuse, but I'm so aroused, I can't stand it." With no warning, she ripped off the robe. She was bare from her belly to her toes but her breasts remained covered. "I need more. More than your fingers." She fell back on her bed, legs spread. Her breasts were peaks on her chest, nipples visible. "You have to have sex with me."

"What?" This couldn't be happening. Dora had been evasive. Izzy had just invited me into her bed, between her thighs. "You must be kidding."

"Hell no! I need an orgasm for relief. Your fingers were good but I need more. These herbs-"

"We can't be doing this. We're both married." I didn't tell her I was sex-starved in my marriage and had turned to two babysitters and a stranger for the only sex I'd had in recent memory.

"I don't love you, damn it. I just need to be fucked. Stop toying with me. Your erection tells me you're up for it. I'm so horny I could scream. And I'll be useless tomorrow if I don't get off."

I tried to think of some excuse that she'd buy. "Besides the fact that we'd be cheating, think about company policy." I was struggling for a rational excuse Izzy would accept.

"Our marriages will be intact, no matter what we do tonight. Neither of us will leave our spouses. Does it matter to you that unless I purge this sexual tension, the Summerset contract will go down the tubes?"

"It's that bed?" I groped for a rationalization. "So you're asking me to be cure for your condition?"

"More like physical therapy. Don't be stupid. We both run a risk here. You could brag about your conquest to all of your colleagues at work. If so, my reputation would be ruined."

I thumped my chest. "So would mine. The company has a strict policy against harassment. Just talking about sex could get us both fired."

"See, we're both vulnerable if this got out. We'll have to trust each other. So it stays in this room, right?"

Dad's advice not withstanding, I was as horny as she was, maybe more. I hadn't had an orgasm, but she had. "Un huh." I stripped off my sleeping pants.

"Holy mother of god! What is that?"

"The thing I'm going to cure you with. Just once, okay?"

"Once will be enough." She leaned to one side and patted the space next to her. "You're just what the doctor ordered. Get over here!" 

I lay down next to her. My fingertips grazed her belly. Her hips shot up. God, she was on a hair trigger.

"Ready to help me relax?"

"What are colleagues on a business trip for, if not support?"

"Just one rule. No cumming. I'm not on birth control. So, if you get even close, pull out."

"Got it." Not fair, but her orgasm was the thing. Spurting on her face or in her mouth wouldn't be terrible.

She turned away and raised a leg. I'd never done it from behind and horizontal. Dora guided my cock up into her pussy. She was impatient, jabbing it at her opening. I kept my hand on her belly. She scooted down and I was in. Maybe not buried but certainly planted. As evidenced by the hot dogs, Izzy's pussy was tight and demanding. I rotated my hips to give our coupling some movement. After less than a dozen thrusts, she clamped down and hollered. I figured we were done and started to withdraw.

"Oh no you don't. I've got more stress than that." 

"But we agreed - once."

"Fuck that. Fuck me!"

I pulled out and climbed on top of her. "I'm a traditionalist at heart," I explained. I knelt above her trying not to crush her with my weight. This time, I put me in. Rocking on my knees, I got longer, deeper penetration. 

Izzy moaned with every push. "God, you're huge. I'm glad I'm with you and not Mr. Tashun." Dick's reputation for diminutive organ was everywhere. I wondered if Reese had spread the rumor or if some of the female staff had become aware personally. A few minutes of humping and Izzy tightened up for another release. I was excited but the firmness of Izzy's cunt was not stimulating. Thinking about getting beat up as a kid, walking on glass, those kinds of things also helped.

Izzy's body came down from another orgasm. "Am I being selfish?" she asked.

"No, you're just getting what you need. And after you've gotten what you need, I'll take care of me." Alone, in my room.

"Are you close? Doesn't all this fucking make you want to, you know, cum?"

Maybe she thought I was abnormal, a guy who could fuck all night without an ejaculation. Not me. The pressure of her pussy walls just wasn't stimulating in that way. "Yeah. Eventually."

"But not in me, right? You promised."

"I gave you my word." I smiled. "So you're okay now?"

She shook her head. "Ready to go again?"

She was insatiable, offering too much sex for my own good. Or hers. I sat back on my haunches, to catch my breath. 

"Don't tell me I've worn you out?" She tapped my erection. "Deeper and harder, like you mean it."

I lifted Izzy by her hips, pulled her towards my cock and pummeled her pussy with forceful thrusts. Her juices kept her lubricated. My cock toyed with her cervix. I hesitated, not wanting to hurt her.

"Don't stop," she cried. "All the way." 

My cock was as deep as I could go. To accelerate her orgasm, I strummed her clit. She thrashed her head, arching her back, groaning then bleating then warbling.

At long last, my cock started to tingle. That's my sign, so I pulled out. Izzy was safe, as promised.

Her hand stroked her pussy. Wasn't she done? "Why did you stop?" 

"So I wouldn't get you pregnant."

She sat up on her elbows. "Good thought." Izzy chest rose and fell slowly. I gathered my clothes. "Where are you going?" she asked.

"Back to my room. We have a presentation to make tomorrow."

"I know. Okay, but first, can you get me something to drink? Sex makes me thirsty. There's pop in the fridge."

I dropped my sleep clothes and walked buck-naked into the area between the bedroom and bathroom where the hotel provided a space for a coffee maker, sink and fridge. In the sink, a used coffee filter held the remnants of wet, crushed leaves. Marisol's herbs? Best to stay away from those. The fridge contained Izzy's 20-ounce bottle of cola, one-third full, and an unopened mini can of soda. I emptied the contents of the bottle evenly into two glasses and popped the tab on the can to top off the drinks. I chugged mine down. Izzy smiled when I brought her beverage. "You're still hard."

My prick bobbed, throbbing, yearning for a pussy or my hand, some kind of friction. "It doesn't go down until I orgasm."

"You mean you're going to have this for tomorrow's meeting?" She giggled, then took a gulp.

"It will go down by then. Just slowly." Or, I could wank off for five seconds back in my room.

"Ahhh." She drained her glass. "I could kiss it to make you feel better."

Had she just offered me a blowjob? Better not assume. "Thanks anyway."

My vision seemed to soften, as if I was looking though a lens covered in Vaseline. The room tilted, and I shifted my weight to compensate, but stumbled sideways. 

Izzy's expression got dreamy, her face leaning forward, as if she couldn't focus. "I always sleep better after a warm shower." She licked her lips. How sexy was that? "Join me?"

I knew it was the wrong thing to do. I should have trotted next door, blown my load and gone to sleep. But I didn't want to. 

Izzy slowly dragged her t-shirt over her head. Her breasts, round and full with rock-hard nipples, came into view. "We both need to come clean."

Viewing her breasts was almost too much. "Oh my!" The same breasts Izzy had teased me with in the office. The same breasts that wobbled as we'd fucked. Those breasts. On that perfect body. I was drawn to her.

"How about that shower?"

After all of that fucking, a shower sounded perfect. And, an opportunity to touch her some more. Her tits. Her ass. Her pussy. "Sure."

We waddled past the fridge into the bathroom. There were two oversized towels waiting for us, post shower. Izzy stepped into the glass-walled stall. I followed, standing behind her. My erection hadn't subsided. In fact, I was harder than ever. Izzy turned on the spray and became an angel surrounded by a misty aura. The moist warmth just below her heart-shaped ass beckoned. My cock delivered glancing blows to her back.

"Aren't you the horny one?"

"I didn't get a release." Certainly not three.

"You can wash my back," she said. I soaped up my hands and caressed her shoulders. I was unable to prevent my hands from sliding down her front to her breasts, those glorious breasts, strumming her nipples with my fingertips. My cock poked at her, urgent thrusts. I wasn't just horny from not cumming. I was revved up. Was it seeing her completely nude, or the proximity of the shower? I wanted another go, and I wouldn't take no for an answer.

She reached around behind her and held my prick. "I never did thank you." Her fingertips skimmed the length. No amount of stimulation was going to get me any harder. If any more blood collected in my cock, it would split open like one of the hot dogs Izzy tried to use for satisfaction. She turned sideways, letting me step into the waterfall. I stepped in front of her. "Ready to do my front?" She handed me a bar of soap. Her hand glided up and down my erection "For giving me relief. You were kind and gentle."

I put my palms on her tits and leaned forward. Water flooded our open-mouth kiss. My hand reached for her pubis. One finger diddled her opening. I didn't want a finger fuck. I wanted to mount her. I needed to penetrate her, to give her what we both desired. "Izzy-"

"Oh Harvey. I shouldn't be this needy. We just fucked. But the horniness is back - even worse. We have to - I mean, if you're willing, just once more-" She didn't have to ask twice. I lifted her against the tile wall and held her there with my chest. Her legs spread and surrounded my hips. "Ohhh, yes. Fuck me."

"Damn right." I held her ass but my hands were slippery. Every time I lifted her up, she'd slide down, impaling herself deeper on my cock.

"That's it. All the way. Give me everything you have."

I rinsed my hands and grabbed hold of her thighs from below. I lifted and dropped her on my prick. Every drop was punctuated by an exhale and a kiss. She grunted with every penetration. 

I couldn't help myself. I wanted her more than any woman I'd ever seen. I pumped and pounded. My prick felt twice as big as normal, sensitive to every square inch of her pussy. Shit, this was a great ride. 

Izzy shrieked as she came the first time. I was not to be denied my relief. "Yes, yes, keep fucking me. God knows, I'm still horny." She moaned at her second orgasm. She whimpered at her third. I heaved her against the tile wall and ground my groin against hers. Izzy was panting for air.




Office Mating Ch. 01



"Don't ask me to stop because I won't. Isn't it good?" I swiveled my hips.

"Oh yes. You're exactly what I need. I want you to fuck me forever. God knows, I still need it."

"You're insatiable."

"Then do your best. Who knew how good you'd be?"

"Why? I didn't look like a hot fuck in the coffee room or the staff meetings?"

"Yeah, but your staff wasn't all hard and sticking up."

I ran my hands up and down her torso from hips to tits, my fingers getting acquainted with her nipples. Our tongues parried as she moaned from our groin collisions. I didn't care how long we fucked, as long as we fucked.

Izzy's legs slid off my hips. My hands under her thighs and my pressure pinning her to the wall kept us coupled. She breathed a cleansing sigh. "I'm exhausted, but I'm not finished. Not yet. Don't you stop." Izzy was limp against the tile.

I kept thrusting, more deliberately. My arms were fatigued. Izzy's feet touched the floor of the tub. I squatted and continued pumping, my thighs aching. The firm walls of Izzy's cunt loosened. "I'll finish for both of us."

"Yes, finish. Drive the sexual tension out of me."

Her relaxed cunt caressed my cock in ways her muscle pressure hadn't allowed. My whole cock tingled as I poked all the way in. My hips spasmed. I held her close, kissed her with passion unrepentant and pressed against her at full depth. My cock began to shrink, my energy drained. Still in each other's arms, we melted to the floor, arms and legs tangled. 

The next thing I knew, cold water was spraying my nude body. I was huddled in the corner of the shower, alone. I turned off the water and crawled out of the glass enclosure. With a towel around my body, I peeked into Izzy's bedroom. She was sleeping facedown, naked. One leg was bent, exposing her well-exercised pussy between a scrumptious ass cheeks. I daydreamed about falling into bed and waking her with a fuck from behind. Instead, I plodded back to my room and collapsed into bed.

The phone rang. I groped for the receiver. It was an automated wake up message. As I stumbled into my bathroom, I tried to piece together what happened. Oh sure, Izzy and I had a marathon fucking session all right. But then we took a shower, and everything else was a blank. I shaved, showered and got dressed. As I was about to knock on our joint door, I noticed a note on the floor. "Meet you downstairs for breakfast."

I took the elevator down. Izzy was alone at a table for two. I was a bit hesitant about what to say. After all, it was no longer Hump Day. "Good morning."

The reply was emotionless. "Hello." Izzy had turned back into Dora, sampling a cup of yogurt and a bowl of mixed fruit.

"Save my seat." I gathered eggs, toast, two pieces each of sausage and bacon, and a cup of black coffee with sugar. No cream.

Dora sat silent while I consumed my big breakfast. The silence was too much, even for me. "Ready for our big day?"

"How much do you remember about last night?" she asked.

"Most of it. Fondly." I reached across to touch her hand. 

She pulled it away. "I have to admit, you were quite the performer." Her face got pink. "Up to the task, all right."

At least she could still make a pun.

She stared at me. "But what do you remember about our shower?" Her expression reminded me of how a detective looks when questioning a suspect.

"Not much, to be honest. You invited me to join you, and we, how do I say this, enjoyed each others company."

She kept her voice low. "Like fucking me was the only thing in the world?"

My desire had been off the charts. "Yes! Precisely!"

"And then?"

"The rest is a blank. I woke up in the middle of the night under a spray of cold water."

Dora took a sip of cold water from her glass. "There wasn't any soda in my fridge this morning. Where did it go?"

"We drank it, remember? You were thirsty, so I poured us both a drink."

"You brought me one. But the mini can didn't have enough for both of us."

"Right, so I used the rest of the open bottle as well. Why, what difference does that make?"

Dora's eyes moistened. "Because I'd brewed my leaves in the bottled soda." 

I'd thought it was Izzy's sexy body, and the proximity in the shower that had gotten me all revved up. Nope, it was drugs. "No wonder I couldn't stop." For Izzy, consuming more of the drug had maintained her horniness. For me, it reinforced my desire to- Shit! Get my rocks off. I had no recollection of cumming. I must have. Did I? Dora's expression confirmed that she'd come to the same conclusion. I'd broken my promise, under the influence of her medication. "I'm so sorry."

"It's not your fault. I practically gave you permission. What did I expect, that you'd be able to hold back all night?"

It was possible I'd impregnated my coworker. "What do we do now?"

"It's too late to do anything. Damn herbs!" She pushed her bowl away and sat up straight, which thrust her tits forward. It was no tease, not on a Thursday. "Focus on something we can control. Today's meeting. We'll knock them dead."

The consumate professional, and a good partner, in more ways than one. "Right!"

The presentation went almost perfect, except for the undertone of worry Dora and I shared, which messed with the collegial chemistry we would have preferred to exhibit. The client CIO was wowed, more with Dora than me. He made some comment about working with her instead of Doug from now on. We all laughed, despite the sexual connotation.

Before we went our separate ways after our flight home, Dora touched my elbow. "I knew all along that asking you not to cum was going to be difficult. Especially given my sexual demands. I don't blame you. Really." She gave me half a smile. "Emilio has never taken the drug, but he will tonight. I'm going to fuck him so hard, he'll have to call in sick tomorrow."

For Emilio, Hump Day was going to be Friday. I was jealous, but, hell, I'd had my turn. Turns, actually. Maybe my sperm missed the target, or maybe the herbs would kick Emilio's potency up a notch, and his sperm would beat the crap out of mine. I hoped for the best, while the worst churned in my gut.

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Office Mating Ch. 02



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Oops! NOT A Harvey Marcus Retrospective: Office Mating Part 2

Yes, I know I categorized OFFICE MATING as an Official Retrospective, and this chapter would be the continuation of same, placing it early in my history of sexual encounters, and the first "work colleague sex" of my illustrious, lascivious escapades.

However, this continuation of the story took me in a different direction, and the inter-story linkage opportunities that blossomed as the story unfolded has pulled the entire tale forward. When you've had your clock wound as often as I have, time can get away from you.

Therefore, the Fourth Official Retrospective, sex with a co-worker, will be delivered as a different story at another time. I apologize for the confusion, which will be easily explained after you read the story. If Part 1 needs edits to make it contemporary, I'll promise to make those changes. 

The action in Part 1: At long last, Mr. Marcus was asked to go on a business trip with Don, the gregarious salesman. At the last minute, Dora (known to her friends as Izzy) was chosen to substitute when Don got hospitalized. Dora, normally reserved and standoffish, acted provocative and teasing only on Wednesdays. Both Don and Mr. Marcus had been targets of this behavior. As it turned out, the pair had to fly out on a Wednesday for a Thursday presentation to their clients. At their hotel in St. Louis, Dora masturbated with a wooden hairbrush and got a sliver, which Mr. Marcus removed at her request. Unsatisfied and frustrated, Izzy coaxed Mr. Marcus into deeper physical intimacy, culminating in sex but demanding him not to cum. She was fertile, trying desperately for a child with her husband. After they both unwittingly drank cola laced with Dora's herbs that heightened her sexuality once a week, they coupled again in the shower, and mated in a drug-induced stupor, achieving mutual orgasms. Dora loved the sex and didn't blame Mr. Marcus for breaking his promise, and planned to have her husband Emilio drink the potion so he could rival Marcus's lusty exuberance. 

But consequences are a bitch.

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The team's secretary, a hot-blooded Mexican Chihuahua named Juanita, taped the note to my door. I was seriously disappointed that she didn't come into my office. Just looking at her, head to toe, would have been the bright spot of an otherwise horrid day. On any other day, I would have taken care not to be caught ogling a female co-worker. But that day, I was packing up my office because my boss's boss's boss Richard Tashun, the bastard, demoted me to senior analyst, with a commensurate pay cut and loss of perks like my private office. So, a casual glance down Carlotta's dress at delicious brown cleavage would have been a welcome distraction from my relocation to a standard no-privacy cubicle. And much better than a sucker punch to the stomach, which is how the news affected me. Tashun hadn't had the courage to tell me, face to face. Didn't have the guts. The little prick left a voice mail message. He was on his way to Atlanta, I should finish the simulation software specifications before he got back, and by the way, I was demoted. Just like that. No reason. Oh yes, and no bonus for last year in this year's appraisal.

Shit! 

I went to the door and stuck my head out, just in time to catch the violent ass shaking of the south-of-the-border courier. I could have walked down the corridor, thrown Juanita on her desk and fucked her in front of the whole team, but that wouldn't get my position or office back. And Tashun would relish the opportunity to fire my ass, with cause. Nope. quick sex this morning was no solution.

The note was on Tashun's personal stationery. I was supposed to meet him at his home immediately. Wasn't he already at the airport? The voice mail had sounded like he'd called using his cell phone in the echoy corridors of O'Hare. Did he have a change of heart, or just a change of travel plans? What other tasks did he have planned for his new senior analyst? Shit, I'd held that job years ago, and now I was back.

I left my former office half-packed and drove up to the suburbs from downtown. The note had Tashun's home address, something I didn't know. I'd never been there. That should have been a sign. All of the other managers in Tashun's area had been invited to his home. Some on the holidays. Some on his birthday. But never me. An obvious clue and I missed it.

A woman answered the door. "Mr. Marcus?" 

I nodded. That gave me the covert opportunity to quickly give her the once-over. She was about Tashun's age, which is to say my age, give or take. Her brown hair was streaked with blonde highlights. I couldn't figure out if the long beige garment was a robe or a wrap dress. It had buttons, double breasted and a belt. Speaking of breasts, they were full and either naturally firm or artificially hoisted by an undergarment. 

"Come in." She stepped aside. 

I entered into the tile foyer. She pointed towards the living room. There was a long sofa and two occasional chairs facing it. There were no walls between the living room, dining room and kitchen. A very airy layout accented by the tall ceiling. "Nice place."

"Please," she said. She pointed at the sofa.

I sauntered past a staircase to the second floor. No Dick. I took one of the chairs instead.

"I'm Agatha Tashun, Dick's wife."

"He left a message-" I took the crumpled note from my pocket. "Is he here? I thought he'd left for Atlanta."

"He's gone. I wanted to see you."

She did? "How come?"

"Before he left, over breakfast, Dick told me he demoted you, and why. I didn't think his reason was fair. I thought you should know." She crossed her legs. The dress/robe separated below her knee. Nice calves. "And, maybe offer some assistance."

Or maybe a piece of ass. Nah, no matter how much I hated Tashun, that wasn't justification to seduce his wife. "Like what, Mrs. Tashun?"

"Call me Aggie. I promise I'll do everything I can to get you reinstated to your former title and salary."

Aggie was being too nice. There had to be a catch. "I'd certainly be grateful. If you don't mind asking, why would you do that for me?"

"Because I know things beyond Dick's stated reason. It has nothing to do with your performance. At least your work performance. Ms. Muniz has become pregnant. You know this?"

I nodded. The father was either her husband Emilio, me or someone else in the office she'd seduced on a Wednsday. "She hasn't made a formal announcement, but there's the typical office buzz in the coffee room and the hallways."

Aggie folded her arms. "Dick holds you responsible."

I almost jumped out of my chair. "For getting her pregnant? Ridiculous! She and her husband were doing everything in their power-"

She pointed a finger. "And had no success until a couple of months ago. Precisely the time the two of you took a business trip together."

Guilty by association and timing. "Circumstantial evidence, at best. Perhaps she and her husband changed their technique." Like having Emilio drink her herbal concoction?

"You see, Dick is jealous. He wanted to fuck her. Now, by his crazy, mix-up moral code, she's off limits. Which is frustrating the hell out of him." Aggie's language had become earthier. "Dick has a big ego. Unfortunately without a dick to match." She uncrossed her legs. Her knees remained apart. The dress exposed black stockings up to her knees.

I don't know what to say. I wasn't going to disclose my sexual liaisons with Izzy. I'd been drugged and wasn't in control during the shower fuck. Dora didn't blame me for the parental possibility. But our last fuck was an unlikely cause, with her husband screwing her in weekly marathons since. "So this is about him, not me. Great!" No way I could walk into the HR office and tell them this story.

"You know Reese, my niece?" Aggie adjusted the lapels of her dress. "Don't bother. I know you do."

"We visited an account together. Downstate." Where she either fucked the client or gave him a blowjob.

"Yes and you've has sex with her twice. Once in the records room and once in a cheap motel when your car broke down. She told me everything."

"Then there's nothing for me to add, is there?" This time, I crossed my arms. If she could read body language, I'd just shut her out.

"I know Dick screws around. Hell, he came on to Reese once. She told him off."

"Really?" Got him off was more like it. Reese had hinted that they'd enjoyed at least one intimate encounter of the penetration kind. Despite her confidence, Aggie didn't know all.

"We have a dysfunctional household. Our daughter Inez moved out as soon as she was old enough, to get away from her father. I've always suspected Dick put the moves on her, too."

Tashun lied, the little prick. He'd told me he and his wife had no kids, the first time I met Reese. Was it true on a technicality, like she was adopted? "That's unforgivable."

She leaned over, plucked a frame off the end table and handed it to me. In the process, her dress opened a bit at the top. I dragged my eyes from her cleavage to the photo. A nice posed family portrait. Dick, Aggie and Inez, their daughter

Shit! Inez was the busty cheerleader I'd chosen as my first pick at Zenellis's Wisconsion orgy. My brain spasmed, trying to deal with too many thoughts at once. Tashun and I were at the same event? I could have gotten my first choice and fucked his daughter? And Saroya had shown me photos of girls who'd gotten pregnant. Damn, Inez had gotten knocked up. Did her folks arrange an abortion? Fortuitous happenstance, Annie hadn't gotten the short end of the stick and been paired with Tashun. He didn't deserve her. I wondered who he had been matched with? Not Annie or the Cocksworth twins, nor Carol, my mate. Maybe the third pregnant girl who I hadn't recognized? Oh, wait. If Inez was adopted, maybe Tashun shoots blanks. Too many variables and not enough information made my head spin.

Aggie cleared her throat. The surprise of the cheerleader's identity had taken me to Neverland. My reaction must have shown on my face. "It took over a dozen shots to get one that looked natural."

The photo was from the waist up, so Inez's natural breasts, large and high, were clearly visible. Had the terminated pregnancy given her hormones a boost? "Then why do you stay with such a prick?"

"And a short one, at that?" She smirked. "The lifestyle." She swept her arm, palm up, exhibiting their decor. "I like nice things."

I knew the power of money. Harriett's family was wealthy beyond imagination. They bought our house. They'd purchased our cars. They'd established Annie's college trust fund. Just about everything we had was due to their generosity. As a result, nothing was in my name. And now, I was a hapless senior analyst in a fucking cubicle. Yes, I knew what money, or the lack of it, meant.

Aggie leaned forward, her dress lapels wide. I witnessed a lot more than just cleavage. "I want nice things. And Reese tells me you have a very nice 'thing'."

Aha! The catch was my cock, used on her niece. I swallowed hard. What had happened to my "no prick in the inkwell" rule from my father? Ignored again? Or was the wife of a boss's boss's boss fair game?

"Dick uses the secretarial pool as his private harem, you know. But he's not above getting his playmates pregnant."

"Really?" I couldn't recall many pregnancies among secretaries, but then again, I hadn't been keeping close watch. The turnover was exceptionally high. Most of the women Tashun hired were quite young. Restocking the harem? If Dick had knocked up some secretaries, maybe Aggie was infertile. Hot, but infertile.

Since the deployment of computers to assistant director and above, the office pool has shrunk from Olympic size to kiddy. Tashun have been forced to seek out his prey from other than clerical types. Programmers, analysts, perhaps even junior management. Women like Dora. But those women were more assertive, harder to breach. 

"I've lived with his infidelity. But being angry at you for ostensibly getting an office worker pregnant while indulging himself is the ultimate in hypocrisy." Aggie stood up. "I don't have the same body as when I was younger. No one does."

Certainly not Harriett, who blew up like the Hindenburg after we tied the knot.

Aggie unbelted her robe/dress. "But perhaps I can interest you-" The black bra and panties with black stockings and a garter belt would have been quite exciting, no matter whose body they were on. Aggie's was a bit fuller than the younger women I'd bedded. Still, the view was easily provocative enough to get me erect. Hell, those days a Sears catalog page of women in flannel nightgowns would get me hard. 

She spun away and turned on the stereo receiver in a wall-sized entertainment center. Slow music drifted out of speakers that must have been all over but hidden. The room filled with sound. "Let's dance."

I took her in my arms, snaking my hand inside her robe/dress, fingers on her bare back. She was warm to the touch. She laid her head on my shoulder, holding my hand and shoulder in the classic position. I imagined another classic position, her on her back, legs spread, and me crawling up to indulge her lust. And mine as well, to be honest. She brought both hands up around my neck, hugging me close. "You should take off some clothes. It's only fair."

She let go so I could take off my pants and shirt. We resumed our slow dance. She cocked her hips forward to feel my - uh, cock. "Mmmm. Reese's stories were accurate. You are one hung son of a bitch." Aggie's language had turned coarse. "I like it hard and vigorous. Can you be hard and vigorous?"

"I'm halfway there," I said.

"Show me."

I pulled my jockeys down far enough for my cock to pop out. It throbbed and bounced.

"Oh my!" Aggie fell to her knees, praying to the Great God Marcus Penis. She fluttered her fingertips over the surface. Every tap made me harder and more eager to teach Tashun's wife a lesson - a pleasurable lesson, but a lesson nonetheless. 

She leaned forward to taste me. No way. I pulled her to her feet and cupped her pantied mound. "This needs attention, doesn't it?" I pressed one finger into the natural crease. "You need something here, something to fill you-"

"Oh yes." She covered my mouth with rapid-fire kisses. One hand reached for my ass, the other held onto my cock for dear life.

"Show me your bedroom," I mumbled between her lip attacks on my face.

Her ass swayed back and forth as we ascended the stairs. Tashun's bedroom was at the end of a short hallway. Aggie turned to face me, practically panting with lust. "Is this what my niece got? Is this the cock you fucked Dora with that got her pregnant?"

"I plead the fifth, but you can have all eight. Inches, that is." I snaked my hand into her panties and diddled her bare pussy with bare fingers. She was sloppy moist.

My cock throbbed in her grip. "Are you ready to fuck me with this thing?"

So, did I hate Tashun enough to cuckold him? Damn right. "Ready when you are." I slid one finger up into her pussy, just to tease. 

The bed was precisely made, the bedspread exactly even, tucked beneath king-sized pillow. She threw off the covers while I got undressed. Aggie watched, mouth open. When it was her turn, she let me to do the honors. Her breasts sagged a bit when I slid off her bra. I kissed her nipples, then her stomach as I slid her panties down. I moved to kiss her cunt but she threw herself back on the bed, spread her legs and shouted "Get up here!"

"Are you woman enough to take it?" I asked.

"Are you man enough to deliver?"

Our clothes were off, the challenge was on, and there was nothing in our way. I climbed between her raised knees. She pulled me forward by my cock and dragged me forward towards her pussy. "Take it easy, huh."

"You're hard all right. Ready for vigorous?"

Our groins were bare and ready for coupling. I scooted my hips forward. She was quick to guide my cock towards her waiting pussy. With no hesitation, I shot forward. She took me to the hilt, moaning. "Oh God, so big! So fucking big!"

I threw myself against her, backed off, and attacked again. Our bodies slid easily on a mutually generated skim of sweat. I humped hard because I knew she wanted it that way, because I was punishing Tashun with every stroke, and because her pelvic muscle tone had faded from her youth. Instead of beating him about the head and shoulders with a baseball bat, I was doing the next best thing. My pubic bone bashed hers. "Is this vigorous?" I might have been stimulating her clit, based on her reaction. 

Aggie was loving my enthusiasm. "Fuck me with that big cock. Fuck me like Dick can't."

So I did, repeatedly thrusting, almost throwing myself against her.

"You have to cum. Really. I mean it. You have to spurt in me. Fill me up. Give it to me, all of it."

I teased the opening to her pussy until the tingle announced an impending eruption. I pushed forward, impaling her. Cum spurted into her sloppy cunt. Her vagina pulsed, squeezing the juices. I kept thrusting despite my orgasm. As long as I was still hard, Aggie was going to get ridden. When I softened past being able to penetrate, I rolled off Aggie, exhausted.

"Wow! That was a lot better than I expected. Reese has been known to exaggerate. Maybe we can do this again some time, after I get you reinstated?" She glanced past me at the clock radio. "But right now, I have an appointment, and I can't show up smelling of sex. You understand. Why don't you use the downstairs bathroom to clean up?"

"Okay." I didn't know what else to say. I gathered my clothes and found the first floor facility. I showered in the glass-enclosed stall to bathe our mutual juices off, towel dried and got dressed. I waited on the living room sofa. Was I supposed to leave, or stay until dismissed, or what? This was much more awkward than any of my other sexual encounters.

At long last, Aggie trotted down the stairs. She wore a conservative dress, high neckline, hem at the shin. "I have to go now, but I insist you have one of my handmade donuts. Follow me."

She took a key from her pocket and unlocked a stainless steel and glass counter-top cabinet. Maybe marijuana brownies needed to be locked up, but donuts? From within, she plucked a baked morsel, holding it with thumb and index finger. With her other hand, she opened a cabinet and took a small plate. "Here. Enjoy this." Then she turned, snagging a coat from the front hall closet, and exited through a door to the garage.

I took a seat at one of the stools at a kitchen island. The first bite was tasty but a bit dry. I rummaged cabinets for a glass and the fridge for some milk. Whole, not two percent, but beggars can't be choosers. I was halfway through the donut, pondering my next step. Raise a fuss at work about Tashun's sexual activities with co-workers? Find the video clip of him fucking someone's daughter at Zenellis's orgy? Keep my mouth shut and let Aggie do her magic?




Office Mating Ch. 02



I looked up when I heard the key in the front door. Had Aggie forgotten something? Or maybe she was back for another roll in the sack. I'd pretty much recovered, but Aggie's demands would be a match for even younger men.

The door slammed and a young woman entered the house. It was Inez, Tashun's daughter, the cheerleader. I could tell by her face and her tits. She was somber, even before our eyes met. "Hello?" That got her attention. I waved the donut.

She kicked off her shoes. "Who are you?"

"My name-"

She took a couple of steps closer.

"-is Harvey-"

Her walk became a trot.

"Marcus. I work for-"

She was at the counter, staring. First at me, then at the donut. "You fucked my mother!" she screamed.

How did she know? I was just eating a donut. "You're mistaken."

She ran from the kitchen, up the stairs. Her feet pounded as she descended. She pointed a finger. "The bed's not made. Mother always makes the bed. Every morning. Insisted I do the same, when I lived here. The only explanation is you two fucked there, and she had to leave. Besides, the room smells of sex. Admit it."

No reason to lie. I nodded, chewing the slightly dry pastry. "Yep. Caught dead to rights. I had consensual sex with your mother. She invited me here for that purpose. Blame me for losing my willpower. She's an attractive woman, especially in lingerie."

"She finally did it! Oh my God."

Finally? "But tell me, how did you know, just by seeing me eat a donut?"

Her first smile. "It's a ritual. Mom and Dad eat donuts after they have sex. Dad doesn't know, but its Mom's idea of a joke. She once told me my father's penis is so small you could hang donuts on it without tearing them."

The hole of the donut I was eating was still intact. The thought of Dick's dick made the pastry unappetizing.

"I figured Mom would eventually cheat on Dad, after all the carousing he's done. So why did she pick you, anyway?"

I wasn't about to spill the details, and my ego still hurt from the demotion. "I work for your father."

"Wow! Picking someone from Dad's office. Mom's got guts. And you've got balls."

I had the passing thought of dropping trou so she could confirm her conjecture. I pretended not to know her from Wisconsin. "So you're Inez? Your mom showed me a picture."

"Inez Victoria Tashun." Her lips curled. "Tell me, who in their right mind names their kid Inez?" She took a stool next to mine. "Call me Invey." 

"Where did that come from?"

"It's a contraction. IN from Inez and V from Victoria. IN-V."

Shit. She was a living, busty Invey Tashun! She'd gotten a little taller but no slimmer since the last time I saw her. Her chest was still potent and her hips wide.

"Wait a second. Marcus?" A blush spread across her cheeks. "Of course. You're the stud who fucked Reese. That's why Mom chose you. You've got a reputation in our family."

A reputation hopefully Dick wasn't aware of. "Guilty as charged."

She reached for the plate with half a donut. "I never get these. May I?" she asked.

I no longer had interest. "Go ahead."

Invey munched on the remainder. "After everything Reese said, I was curious to meet you."

Or perhaps more? I'd have to avoid that. "We've met before, or don't you remember? The first time I saw you, you were wearing a cheerleading outfit."

Invey swallowed, then grabbed my glass and washed down the pastry with milk. "The only time I wore that costume was up in Wisconsin at -" She covered her mouth but drops of milk escaped down her chin. "Oh my god, oh my god. Were you there?"

"Uh huh."

"Oh my god! You were at that - that -" The anguish of getting pregnant and the subsequent abortion reflected in her expression. She buried her face in her hands. 

What was I thinking? Digging up those memories, practically throwing them in her face? "Invey? I'm sorry."

"Oh my god. That place was horrid. Zenellis was a deviant to think up something so gross!" Her face showed a sudden realization. "Wait a second. Did you bring a daughter too?"

"Yes, I did. Every father did." But Annie didn't get pregnant, thank god.

Invey changed the subject. "So you work for Zenellis?" The further sexual implications of the event went unexplored, at least for the moment. "But wait, you said you work for my father. What were you doing there?"

Besides fucking my daughter and Carol and Harry's twins? "I was about to ask you the same thing. My neighbor worked for Zenellis before they got bought out. And you?"

"Uncle Ken, Dad's brother, invited us."

Uncle Ken, maybe Reese's father. They certainly weren't in attendance. No way Reece would have kept away from me, assigned as my mentee or not. Maybe Tashun cajoled his brother into getting them invited, so he could get into Invey's pants. Time for Invey to tell all, or at least the juicy parts. "Would it help, to talk about it?" I already knew that the event ended in an pregnancy that was subsequently aborted. I was curious how that happened.

"I appreciate your concern. Really. But I'm seeing a therapist. Slowly, I'm getting my act together." She crossed her arms under her substantial chest. "You probably want know if I slept with someone else's father . Well I didn't. Tell me, did you have sex with someone's daughter?"

Invey was lying and nosey. She'd gotten pregnant, for cripes sake. Perhaps honesty would be returned with same. "Uh huh. Not that first evening. My female partner approached me the next morning, actually. You must have been paired with someone?"

"Yeah, a pompous jerk. From the moment he answered the door, he acted like a sex partner-in-waiting. Instead of our provided pajamas, he wore a towel around his waist, with an obvious lump in front. I asked him how he was going to tutor me. He smiled from ear to ear and dropped the towel, like his two foot dick was a gift to women."

Two foot? Was there some father with a bigger penis than Harry Cocksworth? I knew that Harry was only twelve inches. Maybe thirteen, but then I never measured it. I'm sure his daughters did. "Really? That big?"

"Thick as a sewer pipe. I swear it was humongous."

Maybe he introduced himself. "Harry?"

"Yeah, all over his chest and lower."

"No, I mean, did he tell you his name?"

"Maybe he thought showing me his flagpole of an erection was sufficient introduction. He was so horny, he skipped the pleasantries and grabbed at my outfit. Hell if he didn't tear the front off. He said something about how needy he was, always being teased sexually by his girls. I felt so exposed, and threatened. He tried to talk to me, muttering an apology I think, but I was terrified, just thinking about how a penis that big would rip me open. So I grabbed the material from his hand and ran."

My former neighbor had told me his young female companion ran off. It must have been Invey. I remembered the tear-off nature of that outfit. "His erection sounds intimidating. Was this going to be your first time? Had you had sex before then?"

"Dad didn't know, but I'd slept with a few boys before we made the trip. But none of them were hung like that!"

"That was Harry, my neighbor. He's the one who invited me and my daughter Annie to the outing." But if not Harry, then who got Invey pregnant? "So, if you didn't stay with Harry, where did you go?"

"I heard noises coming from our hotel room. I figured Dad was occupied with some other daughter, so I wandered the halls trying to put my outfit back together. It's not easy, especially when you're wearing it. After I got the front reassembled, the sleeves started to come loose. I ended up in the lobby. The desk clerk offered to help."

"A-ha!" That fucking desk clerk! God, he'd gotten lucky with both Brandi and Invey. How many girls did he fuck that weekend? More than me, it sounded like.

Her face reddened. "It was happenstance, you know, like unplanned. First, we were just talking at the desk, but the front of my shirt kept flapping open. He told me I had a nice body as he tried to help me stick the pajamas back together."

I imagined his hands, groping Invey's tits, just as I'd done with Saroya. "Nice guy, huh?"

"At first. The glue stuff wasn't holding. But instead of feeling me up, he touched my face, he was so gentle. I kissed him, and his lips, wow, they vibrated. And then we were hugging, and I felt him hard- I shouldn't be telling you all of this."

"You're right. I shouldn't pry." Time to switch topics. "So who did your dad tutor?" I presumed he'd fucked one of the young ladies, given what Aggie had said.

"From the sounds I heard through the door of our room, he must have been messing around with somebody, but he never told me who. Does it matter?"

"Not really." I could find out, if I put Zenellis's disk array back together. Hmmm. Having a video of Tashun fucking some young thing might be very handy. I had the urge to drive home and assemble the array from the disk drives in my crawl space. 

Invey's eyes opened, as if she'd just had a mental breakthrough. "Wait here!" She bolted up the steps, two at a time.

A few minutes later, she came down stairs in the Zenellis pajamas. The outfit was off-white with half-inch black bands at the shoulders, around the arms, in a v-shape from the shoulders to her navel, and down each side of the shirt. The pants were similarly designed, black bands from the hips to the crotch, and down each pants leg. The material strained across her chest. "I kept it. I don't know why, given-." She shook her head. "Did you have one of these? I never saw a guy wearing one."

"We all did. Didn't you see your father in his?"

"Nope. When I left that night, Dad hadn't gotten dressed yet. And later on, when I returned to our room, he was in one of the hotel bathrobes. He accidentally flashed me when he changed into normal pajamas."

Accidentally on purpose. The little prick was probably thinking about bedding his daughter, and she'd just been raped. "Was his size a surprise? I mean, after seeing a twelve incher?"

"It was two feet long, I tell you. I knew Dad was dinky, even though I hadn't seen him before. Mom told me that he didn't take her 'all the way.' That's how she explained it. And there was this one time-" She turned bright red.

"One time what?"

Invey's head bobbed side to side, as if considering my question. "My therapist says that sharing is healthy. It gets things off my chest."

The only thing I wanted off her chest was her pajama top, so I could see her tits, even if they were bra-encased. "Go on."

Invey looked at the floor while she explained. "There was this time I crawled into bed with my folks. I was younger, and scared of thunder. Dad curled up behind me, and I felt his penis against my thighs. He wiggled it around, trying to aim it, I think, while he pulled at my nightgown. Thank god, Mom woke up just in time, or Dad might have been my first. Then, when we got back from Wisconsin, he was all touchy-feely. When Mom wasn't looking, he'd grope my ass or cup one of my breasts. When he cornered me on the stairs one evening and pressed himself against me, I knew I had to get out of here."

I decided not to dive any deeper in to Invey's sexual history. I decided that fucking Tashun's wife was sufficient, and that Invey wouldn't be the sequel. "The reason those outfits didn't stay together was, the adhesive is heat sensitive. The glue fails as it gets warmer."

"Which is why the rooms were so hot! God, Zenellis was a calculating son of a bitch, wasn't he?"

"You've got that right. By the way, that outfit looks great on you."

"Really? I don't usually wear sleeping pants. Usually just a long t-shirt."

"The parts come off. Just tug the pant legs." She bent over and ripped them off. The break was around her upper thighs, so her legs showed all of the way up. "You've got nice legs."

"Really? I think they're too thick. The therapist says I need to work on improving my self-image."

It was the abortion. Something like that could mess up a young woman's sexual self-esteem real bad. A nice steady boyfriend would make things right. "Are you dating anybody?"

"No."

"I can't believe you haven't been asked. You're very pretty. Can I tell you a secret?"

She nodded limply.

"Dads got to request which daughter they wanted. You were my first choice. I wanted to be your tutor."

"You asked for me? For real? How come?"

"I thought you were very sexy in that cheerleader outfit. Did you enjoy cheerleading at school?" Bouncing those tits in front of hundreds of fans?

"I never was a cheerleader. Dad bought the outfit for the trip." She posed, hands on hips, pushing out her already extended chest. "Do you still think I'm sexy?" The front material began to gap at the sides. She was wearing a bra underneath.

Maybe Dick had a cheerleader fantasy. "Yes, very much so."

It was her first real smile. Her eyes and teeth sparkled. "Reese said all kinds of nice things about you. Would you have been gentle, as my tutor?"

"Oh yes." 

"'Cause the desk clerk, he said he'd be gentle. And he was, for a while. Until he coaxed me out of my pants and top, and then boom, he was ferocious, like an animal. We were on the floor, and he was writhing against me, pawing my breasts and then my panties was gone, and his pants were around his ankles, and, well, it was awful."

So Invey got raped and pregnant all in one swell foop. Damn that clerk. He must have not done the same to Brandi, because she came back smiling. Maybe it was Invey's tits, so much larger than Brandi's. "There, there." I hugged her and she let me.

"It would have been different if I hadn't led him on. It was all my fault. Christ, what was I thinking?"

"It wasn't your fault. You said it. He was an animal. He took advantage of you. You were the victim." I hugged her tighter, to make her feel better. It didn't hurt to feel her breasts against my chest. The sleeves of her outfit had come partially loose.

"What's your name again?"

"Marcus. Harvey Marcus."

"Hmmm, Reese was right."

"Reese has a big mouth." Besides the fact that she sucked my cock down to the base, she'd blabbed about me to multiple Tashun female relatives. "What did she say?" That I was the kind who'd cajole a young woman into bed, just to spite her father? Nope, not necessary, not after ravaging his wife.

"She said that a guy named Harvey at Dad's company was a great lover, and gentle, with a cock to die for." Her hand went to my crotch. "Holy shit, she wasn't kidding! What is it, a foot long? Are all of the men living on your block ginormous?"

Harry had moved out, and Clara had no cock, so she used mine on her nieces. "Just a coincidence. And I'm not twelve inches."

"I don't believe you. Show me."

Was I up for this science experiment? After all, I was already up. "Sure. Got a tape measure?"

Invey ran off, her ass cheeks bouncing within her sleeping outfit. She came back with a cloth tape measure, perspiring. Her hand shook.

I gripped my belt. "You ready for this?"

"Yeah, but I'm scared."

"It won't hurt you, I promise. You just need to improve your estimating skills, that's all." I dropped my pants. I was erect, with a hint of precum on the tip. Fucking Tashun's daughter seemed an inappropriate escalation to him fucking me over at work. I'd already done his wife. "Along the top, from the base to the tip, in a straight line."

"You want me to measure? I'll have to touch it."

"You won't believe me if I do it. Besides, it doesn't bite." Maybe holding someone's cock would qualify as therapy.

"Maybe I can think of this as therapy." She fell to her knees and ran the tape along my erection. She had to lean close to read the tape. "Eight and a quarter."

"See. I'm not a foot long, and Harry wasn't two feet."

"I guess." Gaps appeared at the shoulders, where the arm pieces attached, and down the front of the outfit. A white bra showed through the gaps.

One arm piece dangled precariously from her shoulder. "I guess I'm getting warm." Who wouldn't, touching my prick? "I've been really horny lately. As long as you're undressed and my PJs are falling off, can we mess around a little? Nothing serious." She threw her arms around her body and hugged herself.

The failing adhesive barely held the pieces of the sleepwear together. It was more like they were loosely draped over her. "It would be an honor. You're even more beautiful than I remembered."

"I am?"

"Yes." She took me in her arms. Invey was fragile, and I would have to take this very slowly and not cross the line. 

"Would it be okay if we kissed? You wouldn't be like the desk clerk, would you? Saying you'll be gentle and then-" I felt her body tense and pull back slightly.

"Not in a million years."

I caressed Invey's cheek with my fingertips. Our faces were drawn together. She kissed me first, ever so slightly. It was a flutter on my lips. Was she replaying her encounter with the desk clerk for my benefit? What the hell. I reciprocated, brushing my lips against hers. 

She trembled in my arms. "Maybe we should go upstairs?"

The privacy of an upstairs bedroom was better than being exposed in the open-air main floor. "Lead on." I pulled my pants up so I didn't trip. As we ascended, one sleeve fell off, then the other. The pants portion split open on both sides and dropped, exposing her pantied heart-shaped ass. She smelled ripe, like her cunt was yearning to be filled. We would just play around, like she said. No harm in that.

By the time we reached the second floor landing, she was down to her bra and panties. The bra had smooth seamless cups, so nothing showed through, although there was plenty of cleavage and tit flesh exposed around the cups.

"Let's use Mom's bed. It's already messed up." I followed her to the end of the hall. "Take your clothes off."

I got undressed and laid down. Invey straddled my thighs and sat back on her calves. My erection swayed in front of her. "Mom took that?" She rubbed one hand around her stomach.

"Uh huh." And vigorously.

"Play with it."

I couldn't remember playing with myself in front of a female. Most times, they did that for me. But Invey's hand was down the front of her panties, doing herself, so I was left to my own device. I watched her face react as she diddled her pussy. She was liking it. And so was I, slowly stroking my prick. It wasn't going to get harder or longer. Precum made my fingers slick.

"Can I touch it?" she asked. It was invitation too good to be true. 

"Sure." I pulled my hands away, a bit disappointed that she didn't ask me to take over where she'd left off. But, keeping out of her panties was best achieved by not sticking my fingers in them.

She gripped it with both hands, using an up and down motion. With minimal lubrication, her hand job was rough. "And Reese?"

"Yes, we slept together, twice." Which was a lie, since we'd fucked once in the storeroom, and at least two times at the motel, once after Inga left and once in the morning, when I woke up with a hard-on.

"Wow. It's okay if I just want to feel you, right?"

"Sure. Can I do something for you?" Her breasts hovered over me like bra-encased blimps, and her panties were stretched tight across her thighs, slices of exposed cunt playing peek-a -boo on the edges.

"No, I want to be in control. We're just playing, remember?"

I nodded, thrilled with the view and Invey's self-proclaimed limitation. Her hands directed my cock against her stomach. Drops of precum lubricated the surface. My cock slid across, side to side. Then up and down, flirting with the waistband of her panties. Across again, then a deeper dip, dragging her panties lower. "Do you want to be doing that?"

Invey's face was flush. "Uh huh." She jumped off, removed her panties, and then resumed her straddling position. Now, if she wasn't careful, she'd be rubbing my cock against her - Oops, she did. No penetration, but the head of my prick slid over her pussy lips. They were moist, letting my cock slide effortlessly against her. She moaned.




Office Mating Ch. 02



Although Invey had been the object of my lust in Wisconsin, I wanted to abide by her limits. "We're just playing around, right?"

She nodded, but every vertical slide passed the head of my cock over her labia.

"Have you had sex since?" She might have thought I meant the Wisconsin event, but I meant the abortion, which she hadn't copped to.

"No. I haven't felt very desirable. My therapist says with time and a caring partner, I'll get over those feelings."

"She's probably right. And I'll help, if I can. Okay?"

She stopped the side-to-side motions, replacing them with slides down her belly, across her cunt and then back up. Her moisture was lubricating the path. "Mom took this? The whole thing? And Reese twice?"

"Like I told you. A woman's vagina stretches to take-"

Invey rubbed my pointed prick hard against at her pussy lips. They separated, straddling the head. "You don't know how good this feels."

"You said 'just playing around.' Maybe we should stop." The last thing I wanted to do was hurt Invey.

Invey had a death grip on my cock, poised to enter her. "You have to let me do this."

Did I? I could have pushed her away and got out of bed to avoid any more intimate contact. And, probably sent her emotional state into the toilet. "I do? Are you sure?"

"Uh huh. My therapist said I needed a caring partner. Reese said that's your style, and you just agreed to help." Invey sank down. My prick slid in, just a bit. She exhaled sharply. "Wow. That's something."

I remained still, letting her control how much and how fast. Nasty of me, to think she'd want to fuck. Maybe this was just using me instead of a dildo, a curiosity to see if she could take the length of my-. She dropped another couple of inches. Her face was getting red "Are you okay?"

"Better than okay. God, you feel awesome."

I was enjoying the coupling too, and we weren't even humping or anything. "Glad you like it."

"Like it?" She plunged down. She'd taken it all. "I love it." Her pussy throbbed against it. I remained motionless. "Is this what you did with Reese? Just put it in and leave it there?"

"No."

"Sheesh, do you need a fucking invitation?" She heard the words, and they registered. "Oh my god! Invey Tashun! I've never heard it pronounced before."

And with that acknowledgement, she began to raise and lower herself. Slowly at first, measuring my cock with her pussy, inch by inch. 

I ran my hands up her thighs, around her waist. She leaned forward, and I could just reach her ass. What I wanted to do was pop the latch on her bra, to fondle and suck her huge tits. But she was in charge, so I waited for her direction.

She was too interested in humping my prick. Her hips rotated, advancing and retreating. I gripped her ass but didn't direct her motion. She was breathing hard, panting.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"Oh god, yes. It's just difficult to breathe-"

"Would it help if I loosened your bra?" I prayed for an affirmative answer.

"Fine. Yes, that'll help."

With permission, my fingers flew to her back, popping the clips. The bra straps fell to her elbows. She shrugged the garment off. There they were, large and proud with fat dark caps, pointing out from her chest. I held them from underneath, but they needed no extra support. As Invey leaned forward, I directed one breast to my mouth, fondling it as I kissed it, sucked it, tongued it. Invey moaned, pressing her tit harder against my face. I switched to the other, with the same treatment.

Invey's hips were on automatic, banging against mine just like her mother had an hour previous. "Am I good? Am I better than Mom?"

"Much better." The only possible answer when you're in the act of fucking someone's daughter. 

Invey stretched her legs behind her, on the outside of mine, laying against me. I ran my hands up and down her back, but always returning to her tits, those big glorious tits. I held one like a football to my lips and sucked hard. Invey's movement became spasmodic. I attacked her other nipple. She humped my cock with enthusiasm rivaling her mother and Reese. Heredity tells, especially in a Tashun bed. "I think you're going to make me cum."

Cum? I wasn't about to get Invey pregnant. "Then we should stop."

"Don't worry. The doctor put me on the pill to stabilize my cycles, after my-"

"Your what?" I drove my cock to the depths of her pussy.

"My abortion." Her moaning became a wail. "I felt so used, and so stupid." She sobbed, flat against me, every inch of flesh against mine, but didn't stop fucking. "But being with you. You make me feel wonderful." She kissed me with a passion her mother hadn't demonstrated. Nor Reese, if my memory wasn't failing. 

My leg muscles were staring to cramp. "Can we change positions?"

She practically leapt off, my damp erection exposed to the air. "What would you like, Mr. Big Dick? Flat on my back, legs spread?" She demonstrated the position.

Just like her mother, Invey's vocabulary got skanky when she got hot and bothered. "Why don't you get on your knees?" I looked forward to leaning over her back, hands free to get to know her tits better.

She put her hands on her hips. "No, let's do missionary." Her choice was infinitely better than no sex, so I slid between Invey's thighs and into her. As she wrapped her legs around my back, I propped my weight on my elbows as I occupied my hands with her tits. "You like them, don't you?"

"Yes, very much."

"You can suck them some more, you know."

"But I can also do this." I squeezed and fondled and rubbed those outstanding orbs, pinching her inflated nipples, pumping Invey's pussy all the while.

"You make me feel like a woman again." She grabbed my face and resumed kissing, as passionately as I'd ever felt. Her body shook, her legs tensed, and her pussy clamped down. This closeness, this bonding was overwhelming. Without realizing I was on the verge, I plunged deep and spurted, once or twice.

"Oh God. This is what sex should feel like. Reese was right, and how! I can't wait to tell Dr. Crumbholtz what progress I've made. She told me that I'd have a breakthrough after I opened myself up to a man."

Shit! Inga's mother was Invey's therapist? How could the world be so small, that every woman I'd had sex with was connected? "Please leave my name out of it, okay? Doctor-patient confidentiality not withstanding, I certainly don't want anyone to know about this. Not Stephanie, not your mother, and certainly not your father."

Invey raised an eyebrow. "How did you know Dr. Crumbholtz's name is Stephanie?"

I swallowed hard. I felt my cock shrink, retreating from Invey's cunt. "Her daughter, Inga, performed a service ministry for me and my wife." Mostly me, and mostly sexual. Not to mention Stephanie getting me hooked up with Norma of the Perfect Tits. And our own personal roll in the sack.

"This will be our little secret." She clenched her pussy, squeezing my deflated cock out.

"Good." I collapsed on her body, relieved, my head cushioned by her breasts. My tongue snaked out for a final lick of a nipple. All right, maybe a suckle. She moaned. 

I felt fortunate at having an unplanned double header, certainly a cock's worth for any man. Which got me thinking about Harry, the Cocksworth twin daughters, and Joy. Was she enjoying Harry's foot-long? Were the girls? And Stephanie Crumbholtz, the incompetent shrink whose advice to her patients frequently seemed to place them in bed with me. Not to mention Inga, for whom I had feelings well beyond mere horniness, despite our age difference.

"What are you thinking about?" Invey asked.

I raised my head from her chest and looked into her eyes. "How good we make each other feel." I had regained an erection thinking about my previous exploits, and turned my attention to current possibilities: a tit fuck, or maybe Invey would accept a doggie position for our next round. I'd never get enough of those tits.

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An Original H M Tale 

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Office Mating



With soft moans and whimpers, Annie expressed her appreciation of my efforts. She put one hand on the back of my head and pulled me in snuggly against her pussy, and we stayed like that for a while, my tongue busily flicking and lapping over her clit and slithering inside her from time to time. 

Then Annie decided she wanted us to switch off. She tugged at my arms to get me to a standing position and then slid down off the hood of the car, kneeling at my feet. Then it was my turn to tip my head back and moan appreciatively, as I felt her warm mouth close around my cock. There was a frenzied quickness to Annie's sucking motions that told me she wasn't settling in for a nice leisurely blowjob. She just wanted to give me a quick suck to make sure I was good and stiff and ready to plow the furrow of her pussy. 

I was indeed as stiff as the proverbial board with rigor mortis, and Annie was just about to pop me out of her mouth and stand up, when...

A car horn went off about twenty feet away from us. It was just two quick honks, but coming unexpectedly in the closed, quiet space of the parking garage the sound was like a smack in the face. Annie jerked her head away from my cock, and in the process banged the back of her head against the side of my car.

I snapped my head up, looking for the source of that honk. It was Kate, on her way out of the garage in her VW. The road out of the lot put her car parallel with mine, with my car between us. This meant that she couldn't see Annie, still squatting at my feet.

Kate came to a stop and rolled down her window. "Hey David," she called. "What are you still doing here? Car trouble?"

I went into a silent panic. If Kate said anything incriminating, not knowing that my wife was crouching at my feet and could hear her... "Just a problem with my side mirror here," I said. Then I gestured urgently, pointing down not at the mirror, but toward where Annie was. "ANNIE" I mouthed silently after glancing down to make sure Annie wasn't looking up at me at that moment. 

It must have looked to Kate like I was pointing at my crotch and working my mouth like a fish out of water, but somehow she understood what I was trying to get across. She nodded, mouthed "Ohhhh," and gave me that same wry, taunting smile she'd shown when she was peeping at Annie and me in the office. This is fucking déjà vu all over again, I thought.

"Your mirror, huh?" Kate said, her smile growing into a mischievous grin. "That's too bad." She was shifting forward in her seat and doing something with her jacket that I didn't understand at first. Then her left tit appeared, plump and pink and held up for me to see in her hand. I remembered that her blouse didn't have any buttons left on it, thanks to me. "Say David," she said in a conversational tone. "Has the copier been working okay for you lately? When I tried to use it today..." and she went on to talk about cryptic copy machine error messages, paper trays, toner cartridges and so on, all the while displaying that tit to me, bouncing it in her hand, squeezing it, running a finger over the nipple. The joy that this woman seemed to take in teasing me was positively sinful.

Down at my feet, Annie suddenly took hold of my lower leg with both hands and shook me. Not hard enough so that it would show from Kate's vantage point, but enough to convey her message: Get rid of her!

Luckily, after a final, extravagant squeeze of her nipple, Kate chose that moment to put her boob away, say good-bye to me, and drive off.

Annie climbed to her feet, glaring in the direction of Kate's departed car and rubbing the back of her head. "If that woman cunt-blocks me one more time," she said, "I swear I will kill her with my bare hands."

"She's gone now," I said soothingly. "Now where were we?" Naturally, my cock hadn't lost any of its stiffness during Kate's interruption. I pulled Annie to me, reaching down for her pussy.

"Agh, I'm not in the mood any more," Annie grumbled, twisting away from me. "I'll see you at home." She walked off to where her own car was parked, banging her heels on the concrete. 

Happily, by the time we got home she was in the mood again. She parked behind me and hopped out of her car, her coat unbuttoned and blowing back from her magnificent body in the breeze. "C'mon stud-boy," she said taking my hand and pulling me toward our door. "You owe me a good one."

I guess I do at that, I thought. I knew that every time I cheated on Annie by fucking Kate, I was going to feel like I owed something to Annie. But as long as I'm able to make the payments...

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