3 comments/ 24519 views/ 0 favorites Click Click Click By: My Erotic Tail "CLICK ...CLICK...CLICK," was the sound she heard, as she pulled her arm to see how far it would go. Then felt the other arm as it was pulled upwards. She pulled it back, but wasn't strong enough. Then "CLICK... CLICK... CLICK." The other hand now restrained. She knew she was safe but her heart pounded with excitement. The hand cuffs held her arms above her head. They rattled as she shook them, tugging. She could see him removeing his clothing as he made his way to the foot of the bed. Blushing a little, she closed her legs that were still free. He reached up and gently removed her panties that were sticking to her puss from the moistness. Sensually slid them off. She pulled with her arms to pull herself up, but his strength was greater as he pulled her back to him. He started to spread her legs apart as she thrust a kick to let him know she still had two long weapons. He grabbed the legs and thrust them up, and pushed them to her chest. Knees now buried in her breast as he held them there tight. Her ass was exsposed and pointing straight up in the air. It was there that his lips met with her pussy lapping from the ass to the slit, and around the clit. The tongue wet and hard and flicking, she moaned in pleasure. She pulled on the hand cuffs and then settled in to recieve. She relaxed only to tense up again as her pussy was ravished. He eased up on her legs but she kept them there, ass straight up in the air. He stroked his cock that starting to swell, positioned himself and slapped it against her ass. Again and again. He put the head of his dick at her slit and rubbed them together. He could tell she was ready by her pumping hips trying to reach him and no one holding her legs yet they were still in the air. He pushed his cock over and over her wet pussy. He was now hard as a rock. She was wiggleing to greet him. He reached up and cupped her breast and squeezed ever so gently and she pushed her body up for him to press harder. Finding the nipple, he placed it between two fingers and twisted and rolled them till she moaned. He darted his head between her legs to lick up the juices that were now flowing. Letting him know she was ready. Around every inch of her sweet slit he put his tongue. Then grabbed her hips, hardened his tongue and trust it in her as he pulled her to him. In and out the tongue went. Her hips grinding to recieve every bit of this effection. Then he raised up and leaned forward, falling to one hand while the other wrapped behind her head. Pulling her head to him, he kissed her waiting mouth passionatly. They stretched there tongues and rolled them around each others. There mouths wet and hot breaths panting, his cock found the opening of her pussy and he pressed it in her as she pushed to recieve him. In the cock went and out to the edge and in even deeper as she grasp for air. He licked down her cheek to the neck and below the ear. Trusting more and more...in deeper his cock went into the pussy each time he pushed. Her legs now wrapped around him in an attempt to comfort herself from his strong poundings. She pulled on her arms that were still bound. He sucked on her neck and thrust profusely. Pounding...pounding and thrusting with such strength that she waled out a cry, "dont...stop." He bowed up on his arms, arched his back and thrust even greater. Her pants and moans encouraged him. She wanted to bury her nails into him and tense to extasy. Her legs open to recieve all of him as he pounded away. A leg in each hand he spread her apart. Continued his rythem and thrust as she tensed, he could feel the inner walls of her pussy tense around his cock. Thrusting more rapidly as he swelled to his maximum size. Feeling the head of his dick reaching the limits of her size. In and out, pounding the uterus as she screamed in pain and pleasure. the sound of sloshing and the flow of juices let him know she had cum. She relaxed a bit as he pounded to his full beat and quivered and continued a slower stride. She smiled as she felt the warmness in side her. He pulled his cock out of her. She wet her lips. He layed his dick on her little bush as more cum oozed out. She kept looking at it as it shrank a bit. Whimpering and licked her lips again as she said, "I want a taste." He brought himself to her side as it was starting to hang. She stuck her tongue out and run it along his shaft. Licking the sticky rod and opened her mouth and swallowed it whole. Pulled back her head as it slid out of her mouth. Again she took it all in her mouth and tasted its flavor. Rolled her tongue around while it was in her mouth. The warmth and wet mouth aroused him again as it started to swell. She licked the head of his cock again as it started to rise. "CLICK...CLICK...CLICK," she felt her arm fall to the bed . "CLICK.. CLICK ..CLICK,"then the other. She pulled them to her side as they were tired from strain. He leaned down to kiss her, as there lips met. and their embrass was tight. He fell to the bed with her holding tight and kissing madly. She positioned herself upon him and licked his cheek. As his arms fell above him from exaustion. There came the sound, "CLICK ..CLICK." Then, "CLICK...CLICK." He pulled his hands and arms to find that he was now the victum. As she smiled and said, "now my turn." "He he," as she snickered. Click, Click, Click (© 2000-2007 Max (aka Max ODrive, Maximum Overdrive). As a copyrighted work, this story may not be reproduced in any media format, physical or electronic, or reposted at any other website or publication in any form without my express written permission. Permission to print this story is granted with the provision that it is for personal use only. My deepest heartfelt appreciation goes to ADetailDiva, LadyCibelle and SL. Your skillful editing is very appreciated! And most of all, to my Muse. Your existence has made this story possible, and your patience and care have made it complete. Thank you. ~M * You want to totally destroy my concentration? It's not that hard to do; Shelly could do it in a heartbeat. The problem was she had no clue that something as simple as the "click, click, click" of her heels on the tile in the hallway by my office did it to me every single time! Now, most people will ignore a sound unless it's extremely loud or annoying; I'm the same way. People could herd by my office door all day long, with nary a bother. As a matter of fact, anyone in our office could come down that hall and if I was deep in code, it wouldn't even register they'd gone by. But when that particular "click, click, click" started down the hall, my mind immediately forgot everything it ever knew, except for the vision of Shelly's incredible legs. I would be totally lost in writing code, whether JavaScript for the company website, or C# on the new application, and the next thing I know, I've been dumped out of my creative fog because Shelly wants to get a cup of coffee in the break room. Even with the door closed, that sound would penetrate the deepest of my thought processes and the next thing I knew, all I wanted to do was go open the door and watch her walk down the hall. Shelly isn't particularly tall, somewhere between 5' and 5'2" I'd hazard to guess, but her legs seem to go on forever. Generally, she'd wear skirts and dresses that usually ended just above her knees. Occasionally, they would end a bit higher, sending my mind into hazy fantasies resulting in a less-than-productive day for me! I can't help it any more than Shelly can help wanting to look good for her job. Being in sales, I'm sure her smile and her legs have probably sealed more deals for our company than my code and website have. Just a couple of offices separate us, but I've spent more than a few hours leaning on her door, chatting. Talking about office stuff, or sales she's working on, or even about some code that I'm in the process of writing. All because I wanted an excuse to watch her legs as she moved around her office. I'm sure she knew why I was actually there. I'd been busted more than once watching her use her foot to play with her shoe, or watching her cross those wonderful legs, trying to catch a peek to see if she was wearing thigh highs or pantyhose. One time, she was standing on a footstool to get a book off the top shelf and of course, I was doing my best to take advantage of the view from the chair I was seated in. As she stepped off the stool, our eyes quickly met; her eyes sparkled and a knowing smile fell over her lips. Between the steady stream of boyfriends she kept, and the reluctance on my part to the distinct possibility of being rejected if I asked her out, we'd rarely spoken much more than when I'd stop to chat or for software instruction. Until that fateful Wednesday, that is. The contract for Dynamix was by far the biggest contract we had. Shelly had worked hard to get that contract, and had closed the deal on it two years ago. One part of the contract that had hooked them was our in-house ability to create periodic updates to their software suite, expanding their database capability. Since the package was ours, we could do updates faster and as a part of the overall $7.4 million dollar yearly agreement, we could still do it far cheaper than our competition, which had to subcontract out the upgrade coding. As their current setup reaches capacity, it would be time for us to do a contracted update. Usually, Mike and Steve would spend a few days setting up the new servers, loading the programs and patching the code to open up the database to the specs of the new hardware. This is standard operating procedure, and ordinarily, we never have problems. This time was destined to be different. For starters, Steve was in Barbados on his honeymoon. His wedding, held the weekend before, went off pretty much as planned, with the lone exception of the ring bearer and flower girl playing tag at the reception, knocking over the cake. We bid the happy couple "Bon Voyage" and headed back to the offices to prepare for D-day Even though the upgrades had to be in place by end of day Friday, we had it all planned out. Mike could do his usual job: load the servers and then update the code. I would take Steve's place, updating the network setup and doing the install. Together, we could knock it out and still have time left over. Although I'd designed the original software, I hated the detail work which was why we'd hired Mike in the first place, then Steve later so I wouldn't have to do installs any longer. If we lived in a perfect world, that's exactly how it would've played out. However, I learned long ago that right when you think you have everything perfect, disaster will invariably strike. I have to admit that Monday did start off well. Mike loaded up the new server software, and everything was running smooth as silk. The initial install was completely loaded, except for security updates. Load those, tune the network, then patch and load the new code. Easy stuff. But before Mike did the security updates, he decided to go get a burger from the café across the street. Something he'd done three or four times a week since he'd started; nothing at all out of the ordinary. The next thing we knew, there were sirens outside our offices and flashing lights everywhere! An ambulance, four police cars, three news vans fully equipped with cameramen and on-site news reporters, and two tow trucks. Apparently Mike hadn't realized the walk/don't walk signs were out, and tried to cross against the lights, which is never a good thing. After sorting out who did what and how they did it, the taxi driver who hit Mike was released, and Mike was packed off to become a guest of Mercy Hospital's trauma unit. He had one leg in traction, both arms in casts from his fingertips to his shoulders, and one hell of a headache. You'd think that would be bad enough, but we now had a major problem! Being the only tech and programmer left on staff, that meant it was up to me to finish the update, code the patches and deliver the new setup to Dynamix, on Friday, no excuses! By Monday evening, all the bad news was in. We'd finally finished talking to the doctors about Mike's prognosis, and had also discovered there was no way in hell to contact Steve. Jim, our boss, told me that he'd keep trying to get Steve back in time to help. We both knew that with Steve in Barbados, even if we could contact him, getting him back in the country in time to help wasn't likely to happen. Regardless of how important my own projects were, if we had a hope of this being finished by Friday, I had to drop everything. That meant I had to spend all day Tuesday in the shop, finishing what Mike had started before he decided to take his own little vacation. I had to load the security updates on the new servers and make sure everything was running right. That basically went as expected, except for the fact that I lost an hour trying to find a bad network cable. By the time I'd located that and verified the servers were ready for our software and updates, another day was gone. But, it was a productive day without distractions or interruptions. Wednesday found me back in my office, going over the specs on the new hardware so I could finish patching the code for the upgrade. Now, keep in mind, this is the detail work I thoroughly despise. Its nitpicky hand coding to the nth degree, and it totally gets on my nerves. To guarantee there would be no major problems down the road, I had to get this EXACTLY right. So what happened? Yup, you guessed it, an hour into this process, "click, click, click." "Oh, my God," I thought to myself, as I looked at the door, totally losing my place in the datasheets. "Not now." I did my best to ignore it and delved back into the code. Ten minutes later, I'm back in the flow and "click, click, click." I rolled away from my desk and flipped the door closed in a vain attempt to shut out the visions running through my mind. Coding away, finally making a little progress, then, "click, click, click." Most days, that's a wonderful sound to hear, one I almost pray to hear. But today, it's like fingernails on a chalkboard. After her fifth or sixth trip down the hall, I knew I had to do something or go totally insane. I tossed the data sheets aside and sprung from my chair. Fervently, I opened the door and marched down the hall to Shelly's office. I didn't pause or knock, I just threw the door open and walked in. "Shelly," I said forcefully, some of the frustration I felt coming out in my voice. She looked up, from her work, totally surprised. "What?" she asked. "Give me your shoes," I told her, walking around the end of her desk and holding out my hand. "Do what?" she replied, drawing back, totally shocked. I walked closer to her, and with a tinge of desperation said, "Please, just give me your shoes. Any other day of the week, I wouldn't even try to ask, but you walking up and down the hall in these heels today is- is- .." Shelly looked at me like I'd totally lost it, and still didn't make any move to give up the source of the torture that made my life a living hell. "And just what is me going to the bathroom and getting a cup of coffee doing to you?" she asked, incredulously. Exasperated, I said, "Look, you know as well as I do what your legs do to me. All I can think about when you go by my door, those heels clicking on the tile, is you and your damned incredible legs. I can't concentrate, I can't code, and this Dynamix thing has got to be done! So please, just give them to me before I have a nervous breakdown!" Suddenly, she got this gleam in her eyes. Grinning wickedly, she leaned back in her chair, and held her leg up, exposing the top of her stocking in the process. "Here," she said as she wiggled the shoe loose from her foot. "Take it." When I slipped it off her foot, I couldn't help but feel the warmth of her skin through the stocking. Pulling free from my hand, she changed places with her legs, placing the other shoe within my grasp. "I expect these back at the end of the day," she stated. "Fine," I muttered, taking the proffered shoe. "That's fine. I can't think with you torturing me this way." "So, go," she said. Standing, she took my arm, which sent an electric charge from my fingertips to my nose, and pointed me toward the door. "I'll stop by your office to retrieve those later," she said, the grin on her face and the gleam in her eyes were still very evident. Nodding wordlessly, I basically stumbled out of her office and back to my own. I leaned against the door after closing it to try to regain some kind of composure so I could get back to work. I looked unbelievingly at the shoes in my hand, still warm from Shelly's feet and had almost no idea how that happened. Shaking my head to clear it, I put the shoes on the shelf behind my desk, sat back down at my workstation, and tried to finally do some serious coding. Hours later, I heard a soft tapping at my door. "Come in!" I called as I leaned back and tried to stretch some of the kinks out of my back. Shelly snuck in while I was stretching and grabbed my arms. She pulled me away from my desk, almost tipping me over. "Hey!" I yelled as I windmilled my arms to keep balance, just barely managing to settle back on four wheels, She laughed as she walked into the room and said, "I've come to get my shoes back, buster." "Um," I said, as I reached over to the shelf to pick them up. I turned back to her and said, "I'm sorry about what happened. I didn't mean…" "Shh," she said as she leaned over and placed a finger on my lips. "It's ok. I'm not offended at all." Leaning back on my credenza and said, "In fact, I think it's kind of cute, the way you came barreling into my office, demanding my shoes." The grin on her face got even bigger when she stated, "And since you took them off me earlier, now you have to put them back on me." With that, she stretched her left leg over and placed her foot on my knee, wiggling her toes a little as she waited for me to put her shoe back on. Stunned beyond words, I simply looked at her. Still smiling at me, I could see the gleam was back in her eyes and her lips were formed in that little, mischievous grin. She nodded almost imperceptibly for me to do as she'd asked. Slowly, in case she was actually kidding, I retrieved one of the shoes off the shelf and carefully placed the shoe on her foot. She dropped her now shod foot to the floor, and placed the right one on the chair between my knees, mere inches away from my crotch. My cock suddenly sprang to life, doing its best imitation of an iron bar. "Now, the other one, Cowboy," she said with a purr in her voice. I reached down and took her foot in my hand. Hardly believing what I was doing, I softly caressed the sole with my finger, feeling her shiver as I stroked her sensitive spots. Then I reluctantly transported the shoe from the shelf to her foot, carefully easing the pump over her toes, then sliding it into place. I gave her foot a slight squeeze as I let go. Easing off the credenza, she leaned close to me, brushing her lips on my cheek and whispered in my ear, "I'll see you in the morning, Cowboy. You've got more work to do." Then, as quickly as she appeared in my office, she left me, her heels rapping that familiar "click, click, click" as she walked down the hall. Sitting there, still not believing what had just happened, I became painfully aware that my erection wasn't well placed in my pants! Standing and moving things around to keep from ripping a hole in my pants, I shook my head, wondering just exactly what tomorrow would bring. Stress can do funny things to a person. When I'm under heavy stress or extremely exhausted, I dream about what causes the stress. Sometimes it's like I'm still doing the exact same things I've done all day, over and over and over. But sometimes, it winds around and becomes a nightmare. After a day like I'd just had, Wednesday night's was a classic example! As soon as my head hit the pillow, I fell into this dream. I was walking towards my office, everything just as normal as could be, when I saw the door to my office was wildly warped. Someone had hammered a wooden sign that said 'WABBIT HOLE' in badly written, cartoonish letters crookedly on it. I turned to run away, but the floors all tilted like a funnel into my office, and the tiles were freshly waxed and slick, making it impossible to do anything but slide through the door! My foot hit the edge of this floating Persian rug and as I fell, the rug pushed me into this growling swivel chair that looked every bit like the beast from the Bugs Bunny Halloween cartoon. Suddenly, the beastie-chair spun me around, forcing itself under the edge of this desk that had to have been designed by Edgar Allen Poe while whacked on absinthe. I had this huge monstrosity of a computer in front of me, the tapes spilling off the reels into the floor, and strands of the tape wrapped around my hands and strapped them to the keyboard. In front of my face, this huge green monitor was flashing "FINISH ME!!!" in dozens of places, in various sizes. This wildly oversized caricature of Shelly was sitting on this huge desk, kicking these insanely huge legs back and forth, saying, in this over the top, raspy voice "C'mon, Cowboy! You can do it! FINISH IT!" and throwing her head back laughing maniacally. Then, still cackling, she jumped down, her huge, oversized shoes causing cracks to appear in the tiles in the floor, and began running around the desk, her heels pounding a thunderous "CLICK, CLICK, CLICK" with the sound echoing off the tiled walls and ceiling. The rattling, clattering sounds of her shoes and laughter doubling and redoubling, louder and louder. My boss, who looked like a grossly overinflated blow-up doll version of himself was standing behind me with a shotgun yelling at me about how important finishing is and how everyone is counting on me. The computer, pulling on my arms harder and harder. Shelly screeching, "C'mon Cowboy!" "CLICK, CLICK, CLICK"; the boss, "HURRY HURRY!! WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE!" Then this huge buzzing bee flying around my head, the buzzing getting louder and louder and….. I sat upright, panting as hard as if I'd run a marathon, the sweat dripping off my nose. I looked wildly around my bedroom to see where the massive bee was! Sighing in relief, I reached over and turned off the source of the insistent buzzing. Even though it scared the crap out of me, I'd never in my life been so grateful to hear the alarm clock go off!! Staggering out of bed, I bounced off of furniture and walls, stepped on the cat's tail which was received a 'Re-OOW!' as a reward and finally managed to make it into the bathroom and into the shower. I stood there, letting the warm water pour over my head, trying to drive the images of the dream away, but still seeing that damn chair when my eyes would close. Finally, when the water began to run cold, the dream faded enough to where I started to feel normal again. Turning off the now frigid water, I got out and dried off, dressed and headed to the office to hopefully, finally finish. As I walked into the building, I noticed that the hall was freshly waxed. The fluorescent lights reflected brightly off the shining floor. Nearing my office, I saw a neatly stenciled 'Do Not Disturb' sign on my partially opened door. I pushed it open the rest of the way, and there was Shelly, sitting on my desk, her taut, firm legs swinging lazily back and forth. She looked up from her musings and grinned at me, then held up a cup of coffee "Two sugars, one cream?" she said. I never knew she knew what I took in my coffee. I stepped into the room with a grin and took the steaming cup from her, saying, "Thanks! I really need this, this morning!" Suddenly, my boss, carrying a tripod came up behind me, almost hitting me with the camera. He said, "Oh, good, you're here." Leaning the tripod against the doorframe he continued, "I'm going to go shoot the building layout for Freshlink's offices. We've got their network install next week, and no one's around to do that. Shelly is going to stay in and handle the calls, so no answering the phone! I'm going to stay out of here today and she's going to see that you aren't disturbed." He looked at me, a serious look on his face and said, "You know what the deal is. We're going to help in the best ways we know how. I know today won't be easy, but you can handle it. You've handled worse than this. You know as well as any of us how much this is worth!" And with that he grabbed the tripod and said, "Ok, I'm gone. Call me if you need me to come in and do anything." "Thanks, bud," I replied, thinking to myself, "Yeah, no pressure, no pressure" Shelly was looking at me when I turned back to her. Our eyes locked and neither of us said anything or even moved for a few seconds, until we heard the outer door thud to a close. "Look," she said, "he's right. Today is crunch day and you're the only one that can do this." Demurely, she kicked off her shoes and slid off the desk. She bent over, picked them up and moved close to me. "Here," she said, looking up at me, holding her shoes out for me to take. "I'm going to be in my office. I've already turned off the ringer on your phone, but don't hesitate to call me if you need something." Click, Click, Click "Shelly," I said, "I need something right now." She said, "Oh? What's that?" Grabbing her shoes, I said, "You, out! If I'm gonna get this done before Hell freezes over, then you gotta go!" As she scooted away laughing, I took a swat at her butt with her shoe, but missed. Still grinning, I put her shoes on the shelf behind me again and sat down to work. Zoning in, I was able to shut out the world. Phones didn't bother me. Shelly's trips up and down the hall went unnoticed. Even lunchtime came and went without my knowing until I smelled pizza and looked around to see where it was coming from. Apparently, Shelly had slipped in surreptitiously and put a plate with two slices of pizza on it and a Mountain Dew on my desk. Smiling at her thoughtfulness, I grabbed a piece and set back to work. I was getting concerned that I wasn't going to be able to finish before midnight when I came across a section of code I could do a massive find and replace, which saved hours of coding. Once that was done, I made a few more tweaks and then ran it through the simulator. Surprisingly, I had a clean run! No more coding! YAY! While the code uploaded into the servers, I stood up and stretched to work out the kinks. Looking at the clock, I was surprised to see it was 7:30. I hadn't realized I'd been sitting in that chair for almost twelve hours! With any luck, I could get home in time to actually watch the end of the ball game. Finishing the rest of my Dew, I looked at the monitor to check the progress of the upload when I noticed Shelly's shoes still on my shelf. "What the hell?" I asked myself. "Why didn't she get her shoes before she left?" Picking up the shoes, I walked down the hall, intending to put them in her office so she wouldn't forget them tomorrow. Smiling at the little events of the last few days, I opened her office door and…stopped. There stood Shelly. Except for her coy smile, stockings and a garter-belt, she was completely naked. "It's about time you got finished, Cowboy," she said. "My feet are getting cold and I want my shoes back." "Shelly!" I said, closing the door behind me quickly. "What are you doing? Jim could back any minute!" She walked over to me and took her shoes out of my hand. Setting them on the chair by her door, she said, "Jim called earlier. He went home and told me to stay here and take care of you." She then put her arms around my neck and leaned into me, her warm, naked breasts pressing into my chest and said, "And I'm taking care of you." "Shel-," I started. "Hush," she said, "you've done a Hero's job. Now, it's time for a Hero's reward. You've earned it!" Then, as trite as it sounds, she kissed me. Not one of those end of time, world stopping kisses, but one of those wet, tongues all over the place kind that would horrify the board at the CDC. My hands went around her waist and then moved down to her ass, delighting in the softness of her skin and her firm muscles. There are great things to be said about undressing people, but having a pre-stripped, naked woman in your arms is a wonderful thing! She broke the kiss, and pushed me back into the door. Grabbing the buttons on the fly of my jeans, she pulled them open forcefully. Never was I as grateful to Levi Strauss as I was at that moment! Reaching into my open fly, she grabbed my cock, which was still trying to catch up with events. She sank to her knees, she said, "Ohh… it's still sleepy! Here, let me wake it up," and with that, she leaned in and kissed it solidly on the head, which caused it to jump in her hand. Grinning, she looked up at me; our eyes locked as she consumed my dick with one long slide, from tip to base, with nary a flinch or gag as my cock entered her throat. While I'd never be able to play the lead role in a porn flick, my cock was somewhat longer than the average six inches most magazines state as average, and it was almost as big around as the inside of a roll of paper towels. But Shelly acted like it was the most natural thing in the world to deep throat me! She'd suck to the end, and then work her hand back and forth on my shaft, jacking me. Then let her mouth slide all the way back to the base. She'd hum deep in her throat, vibrating my cock as she hit bottom with it, then she'd rock her head back and forth as she'd move back up. Between the repressed lust for Shelly, the stress of the last few days, and her more than skillful ministrations, it wasn't more than a couple of minutes before I was ready to explode. "Damn, Shelly!" I exclaimed, all too soon. "You're going to make me cum!" I felt her lips tighten on my dick and could see the feral gleam in her eyes as she tried to smile with my cock in her mouth. The tightness of her mouth grinning around my cock and the fire in her eyes as she looked up, set off a massive orgasm. As the first pulse of the impending explosion rocked through my penis, she grabbed my ass, which forced my cock all the way into her mouth! As she sucked, blast after blast of my semen erupted out of my cock and into her throat. I felt the muscles of her throat contracting around me as she swallowed, time after time. She pulled her head back and let the last of my semen shoot onto her tongue. After my cock finally stopped leaking, she opened her mouth to release me. She licked her way from the base, all the way to the tip, and said, "Mmm, nice cock, lover! I can't wait to feel him inside me!" After such a quick, mind-blowing orgasm, my legs didn't want to cooperate any longer. I slid down the door to the same level Shelly was, as I tried to catch my breath and rest for a second. Shelly said, "You're not done, I hope!" I shook my head and said, "Stand up and come here." She did, stopping in front of me. "A little more," I said. She took two more steps forward, her legs on either side of my body. I reached up and grabbed her hips, pulling her pussy into my face, savoring the hot, musky scent of her womanhood. She leaned against the door; her breasts pressed into the cool wood, and moaned as I explored her with my tongue. I held on to her ass, pulling her tighter to me so I could get as much access as I could. My tongue, lapped diligently at her clit, reaching towards the entrance of her vulva. Licking my way back to her clit, I'd stop for a second and place my lips around it and suck, teasing it so I could listen to Shelly moan above me. Then I'd lick back to her box, making circular motions with my tongue as I relished the feel of her flesh on my face. I could feel her legs beginning to quiver, so I stopped and pushed her back. Then I slid down so I was lying on my back. She looked at me, and I crooked my finger at her to descend, which she did, placing her within easy reach of my tongue. With her totally available to me now, I really went to work on her. My tongue plowed as deep into her as it would go, the stubble on my chin prickling her pussy lips as I tried to see how far I could reach inside her. As I licked back up to her clit, she began to move her hips around, working me as much as I was working her! She must've been as horny as I was because only moments later, her legs started to shake, her warm nylon-encased limbs vibrated against my ribs as her orgasm built. Suddenly, she began moaning loudly as she began to cum, her entire body stiffened in response. Her legs squeezed my ribcage tightly as the powerful charge coursed through her, the wet juices from her steaming pussy flowed copiously down my cheeks and chin. She reached down and held my head, then raised up off my still-searching tongue, saying, "Oh, stop, stop…," and sighed as the orgasm subsided. I felt her relax her hold on my head, so I snuck it loose and got in a couple quick licks on her hypersensitive clit. She jumped back and said, "Whoa! Don't do that!" I grinned at her as she shakily stood up and leaned against her desk for support. Standing myself, I peeled my t-shirt up and used it to wipe some of her juices off my face as I took it off. "You're not done yet, I hope," I said as I kicked off my shoes and pushed my jeans down off my hips. "I think someone's ready for round two!" My cock had barely softened as I plied Shelly with my attentions, and had already returned to full mast. She looked at my dick, this expression of surprise mixed with lust on her face and moved back to me. She took my cock in her hand and said, "Mmmm! No, I'm certainly not finished with this!" She used it as a handle and pulled me with her to her desk. She lay back on the desk, pulling me along. Splaying her legs widely, she deftly guided my cock to the edge of her pussy, and said, "C'mon, Cowboy, it's time to ride!" I took over control of my cock from her and moved the head of it around her pussy, feeling the exquisite touch of her skin and wetness on my dick. I brushed her clit with it, causing her to shiver in anticipation, and slowly slid it down her slit until it settled at the entrance of her innermost depths. Slowly, so slowly, I eased my cock into her, both of us sighing as we relished the sensations that caused. When I hit bottom, I eased back out just as slowly, taking my time and reveling in the thrill of her tightness. Impatiently, she took her legs and hooked them around my ass, and pulled me hard into her, saying, "FUCK me, Cowboy! This isn't a time to be subtle! RAM it home!" "Yes'm," I said, "anything to oblige the lil' lady!" And with that, I stroked into her faster, but just as long and deep as before, the friction was building up an inferno between us. Shelly moaned as I moved her legs onto my shoulders, I reveled in the sensations her stocking covered legs caused on my chest. Time after time, my cock slid into her tightness, only to recoil back out. "Harder!" she urged. Not wanting to disappoint, I fucked her in earnest, the desk rocking slightly in time to my thrusts. Not long after that, I felt her legs begin to vibrate again, her telltale sign she was about to cum. As I stroked faster into her slickness, she clamped her ankles around my neck, bending me into her as her orgasm built even higher. Amazingly, she bent me downward with her legs until she caught my head with her arms and pulled me into a mind-numbing kiss as her orgasm hit. She crushed my face into hers as she screamed into my mouth, her body rattling on the desk with the intensity of her orgasm. Her body repeatedly shuddered as the power of the orgasm hammered through her system, and each time her body shuddered, she'd pull me tighter. Finally, after what seemed like forever, she eased off on the pressure and let me straighten up. Looking at me with this dazed expression, she said, "Ohh, that was wonderful…do it again!" Grinning, I began moved back and forth in her still quivering box, trying to catch the backside of her orgasm and drive her into another one. I held my back straight and her legs apart with my hands and started pumping into her for all I was worth. I moved my hands up and down her silken legs while I stroked in and out of her equally silken pussy. This was better than any of my hottest dreams, and here I was, living it! I pulled her legs back together, placed her feet on my chest, bending her knees downward until they lightly rubbed her nipples on my down stroke. As my own orgasm started, the semen boiling in my balls, Shelly started moaning and panting her way to another. Every time her knees rubbed against her nipples, she would "mmm" as the sensations excited her further. Suddenly, she grabbed her legs behind her knees and pulled them tightly into her tits, rubbing them sideways to increase the friction of the stockings on her breasts. With her legs at this angle, it was like her pussy was literally sucking on my cock, begging it to cum! And cum I did! I saw stars behind my eyes every time a blast of blazing semen leapt from my depths into Shelly's. When the first eruption powered its way into her pussy, Shelly's own orgasm hit, her vagina locked down on my cock, holding it in place. We rocked back and forth, the combined orgasm joining us, the power intensified until we couldn't stand it any longer. I must've passed out while I stood there because the next thing I remember, I was looking at Shelly as she dreamily lay on the desk, and played with her shaven pussy. My cock slowly softened and slipped out of her pussy, landing in our combined juices, pooled on the leather surface with a soft 'plop'. I leaned forward, placing my hands on either side of Shelly's chest, resting as she softly stroked her nipples, the echoes of our orgasm slowly fading. "Mmmm," she said, "that was amazing! Do you do that to all the girls?" she asked with a grin. Grinning back, I said, "No. Just the ones wearing stockings and a smile." Leaning up, she planted a quick kiss on my lips and said, "Now that I know what you can do, you'll be doing it more often and not just as a reward for keeping me from losing my sales bonus either!" I pulled her up, and gave her a cozy hug. "I'll have to speak to Jim about upping your bonus this year." I said. "You'd better not tell him why!" she laughed, "He'll want a 'reward' too, and he's not earned his!" "Oh, no, I think we've stained the top!" she said, as she eased off the desk. Looking at the place where our mingled juices had soaked into the leather, I said, "Yeah, now while I think about your sexy legs and your heels clicking in the hallway, you can look at this and think of what that leads to!" "No way, Cowboy," Shelly said, grinning as she walked over to where her shoes were still perched in the chair. She picked them up and moved back to where I was still leaning against the desk. Rubbing a silken leg against mine, she held the shoes up to me and said, "as long as you and I are here, they'll never go 'click, click, click' again!" Silence was never so golden. Or as much fun!