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Help Desk

By: south_beach_babe19



Tony stared at the computer screen in total disgust. If the error messages were written in Arabic they would have been just as useful to him.

"Kernel32dll error," Tony mumbled to himself. "What the..."

Before he could finish his own sentence, he was dialing the all too familiar number on his office phone. On the second ring, the all too familiar voice answered.

"Help desk. This is Emily."

"Well, hello Emily. It's been DAYS since I've had the pleasure of speaking with you," Tony said with more than a little touch of sarcasm. "Two fucking days."

"Now Tony. You know this session may be recorded for purposes of quality control," Emily scolded him. "How can I help you?"

"You can help me by making this god damned, fucking software work. I'm trying to run a bar here. I work twelve hour days serving nothing but the best beer and food to my customers and then you expect this piece of shit software to track it. It's killing me. What the hell is a kernel32dll error?"

Emily had her hand over the mouthpiece of her headset to muffle any laughter she couldn't stifle. Tony's Bar, as it was ingeniously named, had been a customer of the company Emily worked at for almost a year. Emily had nurtured Tony through the installation and setup on a cheap system that barely met minimum specifications for the programs he ran. Now he routinely had 'interruptions in service' that caused aggravation his sensitive stomach could hardly tolerate.

"Well, Tony. Let me look at my list of things that can cause that. Viruses. Yep, you've got that. Low disk space. Yep, you've got that. Damaged registry. Yep..."

"OK. OK. Fix it!" Tony demanded.

Emily sighed. "When was the last time you turned off your computer?"

"How the hell do I know," Tony answered without hesitation. "Probably the last time you told me to."

"Tony. Before you go home tonight, turn off your computer. Come back in tomorrow and turn it on. Call me if it's not fixed. I'm expecting not to hear from you," Emily said arrogantly.

As much as Tony hated computers, he got an undeniable rush from talking to Emily. Her direct, no-nonsense approach, combined with a dry sense of humor, made her very attractive to him. Over the months, he had drawn a mental image of his help desk aide. She was about thirty with long, dark hair that was neat but not styled. She had dark features, like an Italian girl, and a girl-next-door body with ample curves.

Just hearing her voice again calmed him down. "So, when are you going to actually come to my place and see the lousy system that causes you so much trouble?" he asked.

"Hey. It doesn't cause me trouble. It's you with the trouble. Besides, you couldn't afford my 'in person' rate. And...I do my best work over the phone," she said with a hint of playfulness.

"Really?" Tony replied in a suggestive tone. "You ARE good on the phone, I have to admit."

"You should hear me when I'm off duty."

Tony's heart raced even faster. "When are you off duty, Emily?"

This time Emily allowed Tony to hear her giggle. "Pretty soon, if you ever get off the phone."

"I'd like to talk to you off duty and see what the real Emily is like," he said.

"What would we talk about?"

"You," Tony said without hesitation.

"Boring," Emily answered.

"I doubt that," Tony assured her. "You're intelligent, funny, and I'm sure very pretty. There's plenty to talk about."

"Two out of three ain't bad."

Tony laughed. "So when can we chat."

Emily paused, and then said, "You tell me."

"Tonight."

Emily was jolted by the response. She took a deep breath and said, "I'm off in forty five minutes."

"Call me at this number?" Tony asked.

"Are you staying at work?"

"I will for you," Tony said.

"I'm really not worth it."

"I think you are. Call me," Tony said.

"OK. Bye," Emily said, followed quickly by the sound of a dial tone.

She would have been afraid of consequences at work for such a call except for two things: one, she knew the calls weren't monitored; and, two, she'd flirted with many of her customers before. None of them, however, had taken it this far.

Emily's odd fondness of the gruff man she'd never met only frightened her a little. She flirted with guys because she liked the power trip. Tony made her feel...different. Lustful.

An hour later she was sitting in her car in the empty, dark corner of a parking lot. The only light inside was from the tiny screen of her cell phone. She dialed his number and waited.

"Tony's."

"Hi," she said softly.

"I didn't think you'd call," Tony said.

"Then why are you there?"

Several seconds of silence followed her question. "Because I hoped you would."

"And if I didn't?" Emily asked.

"My computer would have had more than a kernel problem."

Emily laughed out loud. "This is why I don't let anybody take your service calls but me."

"Really?" Tony said with surprise.

"Yep. You make me laugh."

She heard his 'humph.' "I bet I do," Tony said.

When she didn't answer, he asked her, "What do you really think when I call you?"

"The same thing I think about all you guys."

"What's that?" he asked.

"I imagine you sitting at your computer naked. It helps me break the boredom," she said without a hint of embarrassment.

"Well, what a coincidence."

Emily's giggle echoed in her car and brought a large smile to Tony.

"What does THAT mean?" she asked.

"It means I'm thinking of you naked right now."

"Then it's a good thing you haven't met me," she said. "You may think twice after that. Besides, I work with a bunch of people. You probably sit in an empty office."

"So?" Tony said.

"So, if I said 'get naked', you could."

"Being able to and doing it are two different things, dear. Somebody could walk in here at any moment," Tony said.

"Your bar closed at two. You're alone."

"Maybe," he admitted.

"Then get naked."

The abruptness of her request startled Tony. It also hardened his cock a little more than it already was. "What's the incentive?"

"I'll make it worth the trouble," Emily answered in her sexiest voice.

Silence followed.

"At least take out your cock," she said.

More silence, until Tony finally said, "You sure do issue a lot of orders."

"It's my job. Now do it."

Emily was no fool. She had learned Tony's traits over the months and quickly caught on to his fondness for assertive women. She thought she heard the sound of his zipper.

"What am I going to do if I take this out?" he asked.

"You'll never know if you don't do it. Is it hard, yet?"

"It's getting there," he replied.

"Is it out?"

A few seconds later, Tony said, "Yes."

Forty year old Tony was married for fifteen years and never cheated on his wife. Now he was divorced. But despite many opportunities, he never had sex with a stranger. God knows he never had phone sex. But he never knew Emily before.

"Hold it in your hand, Tony."

She could tell he was on the speaker phone and she heard the sound of his chair creaking as he leaned back.

"OK," he replied.

"Stroke it, Tony. Stroke it while you think about me unbuttoning my blouse."

He did just that. The cock began to throb in his palm as the image of Emily in a blouse appeared, only to have her hands work the buttons from top to bottom.

"Do you have a bra on?" Tony asked.

"Of course not."

Tony rubbed harder. The sheer, blue blouse in Tony's mind opened part way to reveal a hint of the firm, full breasts inside.

"You have lovely breasts," he told her.

"Imagine your cock rubbing against them and the tip of your cock gliding over my erect, pink nipples," Emily said almost in a whisper. She paused, then asked, "Are you really hard yet, Tony?"

The top of his cock loomed large above his hand. He was harder than he'd been in ages. And every time Emily spoke, he grew longer and thicker.

"I'm very hard, Emily. Thanks to you. Now take off your blouse."

"OK. I'm pulling it over my shoulders and down my arms. The cool air feels great on my tits. I'll lay the blouse aside. Do you like my tits, Tony?"

Tony almost moaned out loud. "I love them, Emily. They're so big. I'd love to put one in my mouth and suck on that hard nipple."

"Oh, please. Do it. Lick it, Tony. And bite it a little."

Tony found himself actually spreading his lips at the thought of sucking on the beautiful breasts in his mind. He was stroking himself faster, the cock looking as if it was ready to explode at any second. "What's it feel like when I bite your nipples, Emily?"

"Ohhhh God, Tony. Like I'm going to burst inside. I can feel it all the way down to my pussy." Emily sighed.

After taking an audible, deep breath into the phone, she said, "Pull down your pants, Tony. I want to see you better."

Without saying a word, Tony let go of his cock long enough to open his pants and push then half way to his knees. The cock still rose out of his boxers, so he asked, "And my shorts?"

"Take them off. Please."

Seconds later, Tony's cock was liberated and he resumed masturbating.

"I want your cock between my tits, Tony. I want you to fuck me between the tits. I'll squeeze them together and you can feel my skin all around it. Fuck my tits, Tony!"

Tony leaned back in his chair, his mouth opened, gasping for air as he pumped his fist up and down his shaft.

"You're going to...make me...," he tried to say.

"What, Tony? Tell me."

"I'm going to cum, Emily," Tony managed to utter.

"I want you to. I want you to cum all over my tits, Tony. Stroke your cock for me until you cum all over me with your wet, warm cum."

In his mind, Tony hovered over the beautiful Emily and her perfect breasts. His cock slid between them while she pushed her tits together. He could feel it—just like a cunt gripping his cock. And the tip of his cock was aimed at her chin and neck, ready to cover her with his cum.

"God, Emily. Oh God! I'm...I'm...almost..."

"Cum all over me, Tony. Shoot your cum onto my face and neck and tits, Tony. Cum for me! Hard!"

"Yes! Yesssssss! I'm cumming...," he cried out.

Tony frantically pulled up his boxers just as the first shot of cum flew from the head of his cock. He gripped the shaft with the fabric of his shorts and rubbed as fast and as hard as he could, shouting out with each successive blast. Emily listened to each grunt, knowing that cum was pouring through his cock and landing...somewhere.

Twenty seconds later he was done, a huge wet spot covering the top half of his boxers. Tony lay in his chair, panting after the effort he put into the orgasm.

"Good night, Tony."

And she was gone.

###

"Help desk. This is Emily."

"You're very good on the phone," Tony said.

"It's my job."

"Did you enjoy it as much as I did?" he asked.

Emily thought for a second, looking around her work area to make sure she was either alone or close to it. "Probably not as much as you did," she replied.

"That's too bad. Did you even get a little bit turned on?"

"Of course. But I had fun making you...," she paused to look around again. "I had fun and yes, it was exciting, but that one was for you."

"So I owe you one," Tony said.

"Maybe."

"Do you have a request?" he asked.

Emily smiled. "Wow. I don't get offers like that very often."

Tony quickly answered, "Then don't turn it down."

Neither of them spoke for several seconds. Finally, Emily said, "I do have a request."

"Good. What is it?"

"I think you're a little too stressed, Tony," Emily began calmly. "You really need to add some fun to your life. A little excitement. Last night didn't count...that was just, um, a warm-up. You need to move up to the big leagues. Plus, both of us will benefit from this."

She paused, but Tony let her continue. "I've always had this kind of weird desire to listen to two people having sex. I mean, hearing you last night was awesome, but think what it would be like if TWO of you were there. Anyway, I have a wish."

This time Tony jumped in when she stopped. "Go on."

"I want you to pick out a customer—a really sexy babe that you want to fuck. You must get them in there all the time, Tony. Talk to her. Flirt with her. Get her into your office and fuck her brains out. Call me ahead of time and leave your phone on speaker. I want to hear her scream, Tony."

Tony's cock was throbbing just listening to Emily. "God, Emily. You're totally messed up."

Emily peered over her cubicle. "Is your cock hard, Tony?"

"Of course."

"Then you'll do it. You want to do it...for me."

He couldn't deny it. This woman could make him jump off a bridge for her, and if sex was involved he'd jump any way she wanted.

"When am I supposed to do this?" he asked.

"Tonight. Call my cell."

Tony wrote down the number as she rattled it off quickly.

"Be aggressive for a change, Tony. Any babe in there that is willing to talk to you, especially near closing time, is willing to fuck. Trust me," she said.

Tony wasn't sure if that was a backhanded slap in the face or not, but she was probably right...again.

"If I happen to succeed, do you promise to cum this time?" he asked with a bit of apprehension.

"Oh, I promise. I'm wet thinking about it."

"You're a very bad girl, Emily."

"Call me tonight, Tony."

She hung up.

Tony's Bar had a fairly regular clientele of young to middle-age blue collar men and women who came in to 'unwind.' The place wasn't big by any means, with a seating area for people who wanted to eat at tables and the usual booth setup closer to the bar. He could expect several dozen people to come and go as the evening wore on.

Tony immediately began to panic that he wouldn't have the opportunity to provide Emily with the 'entertainment' she desired. He resigned himself to the fact he might have to lower his standards in women to pull this one off. But Tony would only stoop so low to please a woman he'd never met in person, despite the previous night's diversion.

Luckily, Tony was good looking enough to catch the eye of nearly any female. He still had an athletic body, with muscular arms and a chest that neatly filled out his shirt. On many occasions, he had entered into conversations with female patrons that nearly led to exactly what Emily wanted tonight. Could he pull it off under pressure? That was the question in his mind.

As the evening wore on, Tony's confidence grew along with the crowd. It seemed to be a better than average night with more than the usual number of cute girls in attendance. He looked at them differently this time, seeing each one not just as a customer, but as a potential 'target.'

One in particular had his attention. She arrived between ten and eleven and looked around the room before joining a small group in a booth. She had short blonde hair, which Tony assumed made her look younger than she really was. He put her somewhere in her late twenties. She wore a tight sweater that highlighted what appeared to be smallish, but firm, breasts. Her short skirt showed off perfectly formed legs.

Tony watched her interact with her friends in an energetic, good-natured way. Sitting directly across from the bar as she was, he had ample opportunity to stare at her luscious legs as they hung crossed under the table.

A few minutes after she came in, she approached the bar.

"Margarita, please," she said in a stunning Southern accent. "Make it your favorite flavor."

Tony smiled as he started on her drink. "You win the award for best accent tonight."

The young woman sat on the edge of a stool, leaning on the bar. The tops of her breasts bulged against the v-neck of her sweater. Tony's cock reminded him, once again, of his deal with Emily.

"Why, thank you. I get that a lot," she said shyly. "I just moved here. Now I'm not sure if I want to get rid of it or not."

"Don't. It's very nice to hear," Tony said, attempting to prolong the making of her margarita without being too obvious. "I didn't think I recognized you when you came in. I hope you can come back."

The woman grinned and batted her eyes. "I will. And if I like the drink, what should I ask for?"

"Oh, I'll remember you. Just say you want another one," Tony said, sliding the drink in front of her.

"How much?"

"The first one's always free," Tony lied.

"I like this place more and more all the time," she said in the deepest twang yet. She slid off the stool and said over her shoulder, "I'll be back."

She took the drink and turned towards her booth. Tony watched every step she took, her little ass gliding back and forth under her skirt. He followed her until she re-took her place in the booth, the skirt gracefully sliding up her thighs at the same time. He wouldn't rule out any other female who happened to take his bait, but this was the one he really wanted.

It was well past eleven when Tony saw his blonde Southern belle moving toward the bar once again. She had been in and out of the booth several times. Sometimes she headed toward the ladies room, sometimes she appeared to go outside. 'Maybe she's a smoker,' he said to himself.

Either way, she was half seated on the end bar stool again.

"Another one?" he asked.

"Yes, please. I see why it's your favorite," she said. "And do you make them all that strong?"

"You may have distracted me," Tony said with a wink. "May I ask your name?"

"Beverly."

"Hi. I'm Tony."

"I was hoping the owner was the only one allowed to give out free drinks," Beverly said.

Tony laughed. "If Jim's doing it, he has ulterior motives," Tony said, tilting his head toward his young assistant at the other end of the bar.

"And you?"

Tony approached Beverly with her drink and a renewed appreciation of her intelligence. He put the drink down. "That'll be twenty bucks," he said seriously, doubling his normal cost.

At first he got the predictable shocked look from Beverly. Then they smiled simultaneously and she said, "Damn. Being the owner sure has it's perks."

"Give me ten and we'll call it even," Tony said.

"Deal." Beverly opened her small purse and pulled out the cash. She laid it on the bar and looked up at Tony. "I'll be back."

He considered his tip the privilege of watching her walk away. The booth was down to just her and a girlfriend now, and Tony prayed Beverly wasn't a lesbian. With that dreadful thought on his mind, Tony told Jim to take over before heading for his office. 

Tony pushed the speaker button and dialed Emily's cell phone.

"Hello."

"Hi. It's me. Are you ready?" Tony said.

"The question is, are YOU ready?" she replied.

"I'm more than ready. I just need a willing partner," Tony admitted.

"Well, I'd hate to have to wait until closing time, but if that's what it takes, I'll keep the line open."

"I have someone in mind that might happen sooner than that. She's a real babe," Tony said.

"A screamer?"

"How the fuck do I know," Tony exclaimed. "But I'll try to find out. Just for you."

He heard Emily giggle. "You're the best. I'll be here."

"OK. Hope to have something for you here soon. Bye."

"Bye."

Tony deposited some cash into the small office safe and headed back to the bar. Before he could even look toward Beverly's booth, he saw her and her girlfriend standing by the cigarette machine. They chatted for another minute or two, then the girlfriend left. Beverly went straight to the ladies room.

He assumed she would leave after that. His best opportunity...out the door. Tony began cleaning glasses, talking to Jim and regular customers at the same time. His back was turned moments later when he saw the now-familiar figure of Beverly in the mirror, climbing onto the end bar stool. His heart jumped into his throat.

"The same?" he asked.

"Nah. You'll get me arrested."

"Coke? Water?" he offered.

"Small coke is fine. Thanks."

As she suspected, Tony wouldn't let her pay for it. He put his hands on the edge of the bar and leaned on them. "All your friends leave you?"


Help Desk



Help Desks. When they're good, they're very, very good, and when they're bad you want to reach down that phone and throttle that smiling idiot who is laughing at your misfortunes. Sometimes you just know that they have an enormous checklist of one thousand six hundred and twenty seven questions, and they're going to go through them one by one.

Q. Have you turned your computer off and on?

A. Yes. The Modem exploded when I did that.

Q. Have you turned it off and left it off for ten seconds, unplugged from the wall?

A. Yes, I crawled along the small rathole of space available behind the desk, ripping skin off my knuckles and unplugged it. Ten seconds? It was impossible to plug it back in that socket without dismantling the damn wall, so I drove to Bunnings and bought an extension cord to reach another socket. This took more than ten seconds.

Q. Our data tells us you're not currently connected to the internet.

A. This could be because of the exploding modem you supplied me with.

That was a typical, friendly conversation. I can't print one of the unfriendly ones, because I'm afraid the language might make your modem explode.

Are you starting to catch my drift? I've been having a few problems with a Help Desk and this infuriating woman who does everything by rote every time I call back.

What was worse, I knew that voice. It had finally dawned on me that the new help centre in my own damned town was the centre I was reaching, and the woman who was 'helping' me was someone I knew. But who?

Seeing I was going be without the internet for a few days while I waited for a new modem, preferably a non-explosive one, I thought I'd drop by the nice new help centre and admire the nice new building and check out all those nice people who are so willing to help.

Now I fully understand that help desks have to have a protocol and a series of standard questions. This aids them to fast track towards the real problem and also tends to quickly eliminate all ID-10-T errors. But this woman, for some reason, was giving me a deliberate run around. I was determined to find out who and why.

So here I was, hanging around the call centre while staff arrived, my ears flapping in the wind, trying to catch that one voice. Again at lunch time and again at change of shift, with no luck. But at lunch time of the second day I struck lucky. 

I heard a laugh and a wisecrack from a voice I recognised in two ways. It was the anonymous help desk woman and it was Kate. Kate had never been a girlfriend of mine. The closest we had come to being casual acquaintances was when I was going out with Patty. She was Patty's best friend.

Patty had only been a casual girlfriend. It might have gone on to something more meaningful but she dumped me one day with a casual statement that she was pregnant and getting married. I hadn't seen her since. (And no, it wasn't my kid. Like I said, casual, and we hadn't gotten quite that far along, not that I hadn't tried.)

So the big question in my mind was why was Kate shafting me through the Help Desk?

With the attitude Kate had display over the phone, asking her flat out was a non-starter. I'd have to catch her somewhere where I could lean on her a little. My understanding from Patty was that she and Kate were house-mates, and with Patty gone and married I suspected that maybe Kate now lived alone.

Digging up Patty's old address I made a few discrete inquiries and found that Kate did still live at the same address, but not alone. She had a friend living with her, a single mother. If that was Patty, then it would seem her wedding plans fell through, which was a pity. Patty had seemed a nice girl. Another little bit of information I picked up was that the single mother was currently visiting her mother, and would be gone for several days. I find it quite amazing the things that you can pick up on Facebook and Twitter. Doesn't anyone have a sense of privacy?

That evening I dropped around and called on Kate. Her immediate reaction on seeing me was not exactly welcoming. She took one look at me and started.

"You've got a hell of a nerve coming around here. Piss off."

Like I said, not exactly welcoming. This didn't worry me too much as I had assumed a reaction something like that, so I was already pushing her into the house and kicking the door shut behind me as she spoke.

That, of course, didn't go over too well, and Kate started yelling at me, telling me to get out. Being a considerate type, and not wanting to disturb the neighbours, I firmly told Kate to shut up, or else.

She didn't shut up, but spoke in a lower voice, threatening horrible consequences if I laid even one finger on her and I'd better get out now before she called the cops.

It was a case of she was slow and I was not. I plucked her phone from her fingers almost as soon as she produced it, then I took Kate by the arm and bustled her into the front room.

I think that at this stage my mood was could be described as wrathful, and that wrath was heading in Kate's direction. Promptly sitting on the couch in the front room, I dragged Kate across my lap. She was wearing the uniform that the Help Centre seemed to require, which I found helpful. Someone in the place considered short tunics the proper wear for young ladies, so when Kate fell across my lap a simple flip of the tunic exposed her bottom to me.

"I'm not touching you with one finger," I snapped at her, "but one hand."

With that, my hand bounced of her panties, bringing a yelp from Kate.

"Now I am going to ask you a few questions, and you are going to answer them. To encourage you, I will give you some little prompts along the way. And you won't need these. They interfere with the scenery," I tacked on, taking her panties and yanking the down.

Kate, you will understand, didn't take this lying down. Well, she did actually, because I held her there, but she did protest.

"Now please explain to me why you have been giving me the run a round at the Help Desk," I demanded.

Kate hesitated, so I gave her a reminded with a good spank to her bottom. Her bare bottom, and I hoped it hurt.

Kate squeaked with fury and then snarled at me. "Because you deserve it, you swine."

I spanked her again. "Wrong answer. Explain why you think I deserve it."

"Patty, of course," came the astonishing answer. "Why did you think?"

"I had no idea and I still don't," I told her. "The last I saw of Patty was when she told me she was pregnant and getting married and goodbye."

"Are you trying to tell me you're not the father," Kate sneered. "Patty said you were."

"Either you misunderstood or Patty lied," I said. "It is not possible for me to have fathered her child. I suggest you ask her again."

"Why is it impossible," sneered Kate. "Any protection can fail."

Determined to believe my guilt, that girl. Pity.

"Protection can fail, I agree," I told her, "But fortunately, abstinence works every time. I never actually had a chance to get the woman pregnant."

Kate didn't say anything to that little salvo. Come to think of it there wasn't much she could say. I decided to rub it in a little.

"I am quite willing to have a DNA test, if Patty claims it's mine, but just remind her, loser has to pay for them. 

A thought has just struck me. What is she doing about child support?"

"You're paying it," protested Kate. "You're not?" she added, seeing my shaking head.

"So if she's getting it from somewhere, I suggest you find out where and start hating them. You'll probably find he's married."

Kate seemed subdued. "Will you please let me up now?" she requested.

It took me about half a second to consider this request. 

"No. I don't think so. I think I'll continue to give you a nice little spanking for jumping to such nasty conclusions about me."

I gave that time to sink in and, just as she was about to protest, I spanked her. Her protest turned into a yelp, and then into a series of yelps as I thoroughly paddled her bottom.

When I'd finished I did release her, watching her scramble to her feet angrily. As she reached down to pull up her panties, I interrupted her.

"Before you pull those up, wouldn't you like to explain to me how you are going to stop me filing a formal complaint against you at the help desk?"

Kate froze, hands clutching her panties.

"You wouldn't," she gasped. "I'd lose my job."

"And I lost a good deal of time through your shenanigans on the phone," I pointed out. "Compensation would seem to be in order."

"What do you want," she asked nervously.

I reached over and lifted the front of her tunic, looking at her pussy with the little arrow of hair pointing to it. 

"Why don't you finish getting undressed and we can discuss it," I said.

"I'm not letting you rape me," she hissed.

"Fair enough," I told her. "I have no intention of raping you. But you will get undressed before we discuss my compensation."

Kate was pale now, but no match for my determination. She reluctantly drew off the tunic and bra, then stepped out of her panties.

Looking at her as she stood in front of me, scared, but trying to hide it, I felt as certain satisfaction. Treat me that way would she.

"When you go to work tomorrow, you will do your best to get my problem resolved as quickly as humanly possible. You will give me priority.

If you stop to consider it, you will realise that I didn't really spank you very hard. Your bottom may be a bit tender, but that will pass. As you will also notice, I am not trying to coerce you into bed, although I would love to spend some time making a closer acquaintance."

At that point, I casually stroked her pussy. She was standing with her legs a little apart and I just reached between them and trailed my fingers along her slit, almost making her jump out of her skin.

"You only know what Patty told you so I have no hard feelings about that, but I do suggest that you ask her for a few more details."

I stood up, and Kate hastily took a step back.

"When you have the real story sorted out with Patty, I suggest that it would be nice, not compulsory, but nice if you came around and apologise, dressed the way you are now. After that we'll just see where things go."

I started moving towards the front door, a relieved Kate following me, happy that I was going.

Stopping just outside the front door, I turned and looked at her.

"You're really quite lovely," I said. "Can I have a taste before I go?"

I received a startled "taste of what?" so I stepped back in before Kate had the presence of mind to shut the door.

"These, of course," I said, cupping her breasts. Bending down, I took a nipple into my mouth, sucking gently.

Kate stood still, as though in shock. OK. So she probably was in shock. She recovered fast enough.

"No," she cried, pushing me away. "Just go, please."

I left, smiling and wondering if she'd have the nerve to come around and apologise or if she'd just phone it through. If she came herself, she was going to apologise nude, like it or not, and I was fairly sure that I could make her like it.



Help Desk Ch. 1



“Well, is it true?” 

I looked up from my desk to see Paula standing just inside the door to my office. She had her hands on her hips, and a look on her face that was half pissed-off, half smugly smiling. I looked at her quizzically and replied, “Is WHAT true?”

“I had some drinks with Geneen last night, and she told me some things about you two. Is it true?” Paula’s green eyes flashed with a mixture of accusation and anticipation. She stepped inside the office and closed and locked the door behind her. As she walked toward my desk she asked again, “Is it true?”

Paula and Geneen are two of the people that work for me in a Computer Help Desk department. We are the Quality Assurance / Customer Service team that deals with the callers that have had problems with their computer repairs, and want something done to compensate them for their time and trouble. My staff of 6 handles these irate callers, and do what is necessary to calm them down and make things right. 

To say that the job is stressful is putting it mildly. On one side we have the customers screaming and yelling, and on the other side we have the stores that sold the units claiming that there is nothing they can do to help. Add the myriad of third party repair people we dispatch to handle the repairs, and you get a mess that eventually works out fine, but seems to take forever to get resolved. So getting together after work for drinks was a common happening – I didn’t go last night because I had some reports to finish. But Paula and Geneen had obviously been at our favorite bar last night, and I was trying to figure out what Geneen had told Paula about us.

Geneen is a beauty. She stands about 5’6”, half of which is legs, and has a slim build. Her face is framed by shoulder length black hair, and she wears contacts that give her brown eyes a luminescent quality. Not much in the chest, but her ass defies gravity. Firm and rounded, the perfect Allstate ass. Every male in the company wanted to get his hands on those sweet looking globes, and I had done so just a few nights ago. It was my first time with a black woman, and I was still a bit dazed by the intensity of our lovemaking.

Paula is no slouch in the looks department. At 5’8” her most striking feature is her face. She has the face of a sweet little girl, with pouty lips and a mane of curly blonde hair. But from the neck down she is no little girl. Her 38C breasts stand proudly from her chest, and her thin waist accentuates her rounded hips and ass. Long shapely legs finish the vision. Paula has a way of dressing very provocatively, without crossing the line of acceptable business attire. Were it not for her outgoing personality, many of the women in our company would hate her for being such a wet dream fantasy.

Paula and Geneen and I flirt a lot. I naturally want to spend time with attractive women, and have been at each of their houses to help fix their computers, troubleshoot their cars, help with painting a room – anything I could do to spend time with them outside of work. The three of us had formed a little group, and would often do these things together; rarely would I be alone with either one of them. And although this arrangement had rumors flying around the office, it had not been conducive to getting either of them into bed until recently. 

Paula has a fun loving nature, but she also exhibits a bit of a jealous streak when it comes to Geneen and me. She seemed to be constantly competing for my attention, and whenever Geneen and I were working on a particularly sticky situation together Paula would find a way to help us out. At first I thought that it was just being helpful, but I soon discovered that Paula didn’t want to be left out of anything that Geneen and I were doing. And after our tryst a few nights ago, Paula seemed to be feeling left out.

“Geneen said that you two went over to her house after work, and you fucked her brains out!” Paula accused. She had reached my desk and planted her hands on it, bending at the waist to look me in the eyes. “What do you think you were doing?”

I tried to meet her eyes, but her silk shirt had a few buttons opened, and the swell of her breasts stared me in the face. Her lacy red bra was showing, and I had a hard time taking my eyes away from the sight.

“I went over to Geneen’s two nights ago,” I explained, “to look at her ceiling fan. It was wobbling, and I rebalanced it for her. One thing led to another, and before I knew what was happening, we were in bed. And I’m not sure who fucked whose brains out – she was insatiable!”

Paula’s eyes narrowed as I spoke. “How come you haven’t come to balance MY fan? I have needs too. And from what Geneen told me, you had no trouble keeping up with her.”

I felt my face redden and my cock start to stir as I thought back to that night with Geneen. She was certainly an athletic lady, and we had done a lot of rolling around…

I snapped back to reality when Paula undid the last few buttons on her shirt, and pulled it open. Her nipples were starting to erect through the lacy bra, and I moaned as she slipped the shirt from her shoulders.

“Aren’t these better than Geneen’s?” Paula demanded. “I’ve seen you staring at them and wondered when you were going to make a move. Now I guess it is up to me.”

As she spoke, Paula opened her bra and cupped her breasts in her hands. She began to play with the nipples, causing them to stand out even farther. “Don’t you want to suck on them, Mark? Don’t you want to feel my heavy breasts pressed against your face?”

I didn’t know quite what to do. Part of me wanted to grab Paula and ravage her right there, and part of me was too stunned to move. I finally managed to speak. “God, Paula! I have wanted you from the day I met you! I couldn’t figure out a way to approach you that wouldn’t seem like harassment, so I haven’t tried!”

“Well let’s try this for harassment,” said Paula. She walked around my desk, pulling at the wraparound skirt she was wearing. I saw a flash of blonde pubic hair as her T-back panties were exposed. Then, with her skirt bunched at her waist, Paula straddled my lap and rubbed her mound into my hardening prick. She leaned forward and held her tits up to my face, pressing first one then the other onto my lips.

I grabbed her waist and began to lick and suck her nipples as she gyrated her hips into my crotch. When she leaned back against my desk, I leaned forward and continued to feast, now moving my hands up and down her trim waist, tweaking one nipple in my fingers as I tongued the other. The moans and motions that Paula made told me I was doing something right. And the heat that was emanating from her crotch told me what I should do next.

I raised Paula slightly and pushed her back so that she was sitting on my desk. I slid from the chair to kneel in front of the lace-covered pussy that was beckoning me. As I kissed my way up her thighs, Paula took my head in her hands and began stroking my hair while gently guiding me to the sweet spot between her legs. I opened my mouth and clamped it over her sex, exhaling deeply into her cunt. Her smell was a mixture of hot pussy and jasmine – she had sprayed a bit of her favorite perfume on her crotch in anticipation of what she was planning to do. My tongue pressed into her through the silky fabric, and I was rewarded with a gasp from Paula. Her grip on my head tightened as I pulled her panties aside to feast on her cunt unobstructed.

Her juices were flowing freely, and as I nibbled and sucked on her lips and clit I drove two fingers into her hole. I found her G-spot fairly quickly, and soon had her bucking against my face and hand as she started to orgasm. Never one to be quiet, Paula was having a hard time not crying out as she came. She didn’t want to attract attention to what we were doing, and she started to mewl like a kitten. Her blonde pussy was gripping my fingers as I licked and sucked on her, savoring the juices she poured onto my face.

As she started to come down from her orgasm, I stood up and opened my pants. My dick was rock hard and poking straight out at just the right height to enter her tight, wet hole. I took Paula by the hips and pulled her forward slightly so I could remove her panties completely. Her lust glazed eyes widened as I placed her legs on my shoulders and started to slide my cock into her. I teased her with an inch and withdrew, then went in a little farther and withdrew again. Then without warning I plunged into her depths in one stroke, my balls bouncing against her asshole. Paula barely stifled a scream, and I almost yelled in pleasure as I felt her velvet walls clutch my member. 

I reached out and began to play with her tits as we began a slow grinding motion with our hips. I started moving faster, and Paula reached around me to grab my ass. She pulled me into her harder and harder, whispering through her clenched teeth, “Fuck me! Oh God FUCK ME HARD! I can feel it cumming again! OHHHHHhhhhh!”

I looked at her face contorted with pleasure and knew I wouldn’t last much longer. Her hungry cunt was milking my dick, drawing the cum from my balls. I told her I was about to cum, and she begged me to fill her up with my hot seed. I plunged my cock in to the hilt and let loose stream after stream of sperm. The feeling of her cunt being filled triggered another orgasm in Paula, and she pulled me tight against her as she came.

Paula slid her legs from my shoulders, and we embraced each other. The first kiss we had ever shared was slow and sweet. We continued kissing and caressing each other until our bodies calmed down, and my limp cock fell from her hole. I pulled a handkerchief from my jacket and helped clean our juices from her hole, and she took it to wipe off my cock. We both were sated, yet we knew that a line had finally been crossed. This was not to be a one time fling, and we both were aware of that.

“So was I better than Geneen?” Paula asked coyly. She was straightening out her skirt and putting her bra and shirt back on.

“Different,” I answered. “Not better, not worse, just different. You were wonderful, and I am looking forward to doing this again in more comfortable surroundings!”

“Well I hope you took your vitamins this morning, because I have plans for us tonight!” Paula’s green eyes were dancing with mischief as she spoke. 

“And what might those plans be,” I asked innocently. “Anything to do with what we just finished?”

“Oh we’re just getting started,” exclaimed Paula. She walked to the door and unlocked it. Turning back to me and blowing me a kiss, she said, “You know Geneen and I are close, but I don’t think you know HOW close. Tonight you are going to find out!”

With that she opened the door and disappeared down the hall. My mind was spinning with the implications of what had just happened and what Paula had just said. It was going to be difficult to concentrate on work today.

To Be Continued...



Help Desk Ch. 2



After Paula left my office, I tried to regain my composure. The unexpected sexual liaison was enough to occupy my thoughts, but Paula’s last comment kept pushing to the front of my brain. “You know Geneen and I are close, but I don’t think you know HOW close. Tonight you are going to find out!” My fantasies started to take shape.

All day long I kept getting caught up in situations that took a long time to handle. I had to skip lunch, and was facing a late night at the office. Geneen and Paula didn’t come by my office for small talk as they usually did, and when I would see either of them in passing they would just smile and wink and hurry off, instead of engaging in our usual banter. The way they were acting let me know that they had something big planned for tonight, and didn’t want to give it away. My fantasies went into overdrive.

Somehow I made it through the rest of the day and I probably accomplished something – but I was not really paying attention to work. About 6:45 pm I managed to get away from the office, and I headed over to Gators for the Happy Hour. We usually stopped in there for a drink after work, just to blow off some steam and relax a little before heading home. Paula and Geneen had left work without so much as saying goodbye, and I was hoping to find one or both of them there. I didn’t see either of their cars in the parking lot, but that wasn’t too strange – Gators is in a Holiday Inn and sometimes parking is not available right at the entrance.

The Help Desk gang was there in our usual spot, and I waved to Tina, the waitress, as I took a seat. As I greeted my co-workers, Tina brought me my usual beer, and I scanned the room for Geneen or Paula. They were nowhere to be seen, and I commented on this to David.

“I thought Paula and Geneen were coming over tonight,” I yelled over the ‘background’ music. Even though Gators was supposed to be a place to socialize, they keep the music loud enough that casual conversation was almost impossible.

“I saw Paula earlier today,” David loudly replied. “She said something about having plans for tonight. I assumed you were in on it – you two are always hanging out together anyway.”

“Well I had a rough day and was barely able to come out of my office, let alone make plans for tonight.” I drank down most of my beer and waved to Tina again. “I guess that Paula and Geneen were swamped as well, cause I hardly talked to them at all.” 

I was in the process of deciding to go home and get to sleep when Tina arrived with my beer. She placed it on the table in front of me as usual, and then she reached for my hand. She pressed something into my palm – a hard object wrapped in paper.

“This was left for you, Mark.” Tina looked at me with a smirk on her face. “I hope everything comes out all right!”

With that she left, refusing the money I offered to pay for my beer.

“It’s been taken care of, sweetie,” she called over her shoulder as she walked back to the bar.

I looked at the paper in my hand. As I opened it I saw a bright green plastic tag affixed to a key. Gold lettering on the tag proclaimed “Holiday Inn Room 1258”. The note simply said, “We’re waiting.” 

I finished my beer in two swigs as all of the fantasies of the day came back to me. I made quick work of saying goodnight to my friends at the table, and strolled toward the main lobby of the hotel. Strolled? More like ran as fast as I could! 

The elevator took forever to arrive at the ground floor, and twice as long to ascend to the twelfth. I walked down the hall in the direction indicated by the sign, toward room 1258. The carpeting did little to muffle the noise of my racing heart even though it muted all sound of my footsteps. I reached the room at the end of the hall and knocked lightly to see if there was any response. Hearing nothing from inside, I opened the door with my key and walked into a darkened room.

Unless you are in a suite, a hotel room offers little in the way of places to hide. The ‘closet’ is usually little more than a depression in one wall, and the bathroom is hardly big enough to change your mind. The double beds are too low to the ground for anyone to crawl under, and there isn’t much else in the room to conceal anything. So I was surprised to find that neither Paula nor Geneen was in the room. I had expected to find them there, hopefully in a state of sexual desire. But I was alone.

An envelope on the pillow caught my attention as I turned on a light. I read the note inside. “You had a long, hard day. We want to have you long and hard tonight. Take a shower and relax; you’ll need all of your energy soon! Love, Paula and Geneen.” The note smelled of jasmine, bringing back the memory of eating Paula’s sweet pussy earlier that morning. I figured I would have a chance to feast on her again tonight, and I went into the bathroom to do as they asked.

As the warm water poured over my body, some of the tension of the day washed away. I began to lather my chest and abdomen, thinking of what the girls might have in store for me. This started my cock growing, and I quickly turned up the cold-water faucet so I would not waste any energy before I needed it. Rinsing off as fast as I could, I grabbed a towel and walked into the bedroom as I dried myself. Still no sign of the girls, but I noticed that the curtain to the balcony was moving slightly, and a warm breeze was blowing into the room. Wrapping the towel around my waist, I slid open the door and walked out into the night air.

Paula and Geneen were sitting on the patio chairs, sipping on champagne that had come from the wine bucket on the table. They looked up at me as I entered, and raised their glasses to me as if in a toast. What really caught me off guard was the fact that they were wearing matching teddies, and they each had their free hand in the other’s crotch, languidly stroking and rubbing each other’s pussy. The towel began to rise in front of me as I walked over to the table and took the extra glass of champagne that was there.

“Well it’s about time you got here!” Geneen exclaimed. “I was beginning to think that Paula and I were going to have to find someone else to play with tonight!”

Paula looked at me with her lust glazed eyes and said huskily, “But after this morning, I knew that you were the only one I wanted tonight!”

Geneen made a strangled sound and Paula corrected herself, “Well, the only MALE I want tonight!”

Paula leaned into Geneen and kissed her gently on the lips to apologize. The kiss started out gently, but soon became very passionate. I saw their hands start rubbing each other faster as their tongues intertwined. Their nipples were hard and poking out through the sheer material of their teddies, and the sweet smell of pussy filled the air. The contrast between Paula’s blonde body and Geneen’s blackness was mesmerizing. Needless to say, this was turning me on immensely.

I dropped the towel and approached the duo, my 7” cock sticking out proudly. Geneen was the first to grasp me, but as she began to move her lips to my slick head, Paula grabbed her hand and said, “NO! You’ve tasted him before and I haven’t! I want to feel his dick in my mouth. You can have it later!”

And with that she wrapped her lips around my engorged member and began to lick and suck for all she was worth. Her tongue swirled over the head a few times, and then she sank her lips down to my balls, swallowing me deep into her throat. She flexed her throat muscles and made it feel like I was being milked by a pro. She rose off my length until just the head remained in her mouth, and with a swirl of the tongue she went down my shaft again.

Geneen was not wasting time while Paula was busy. She stood up and came around me, kissing me deeply and passionately as Paula slurped below. I had one hand on the back of Paula’s head, and I brought the other one up to Geneen’s crotch, rubbing her already soaking pussy through the thin panties. I worked one finger under the leg opening, and moved my hand inside to rub her smoothly shaved pubis as I slid a finger deep into her steamy cunt. She moaned into my mouth as I diddled her clit.

Paula suddenly released my cock from her mouth and looked up at Geneen and me. “It’s a little uncomfortable in this chair. Why don’t we take this inside?” And without waiting for an answer Paula stood up, grabbed my cock in her hand and began walking back into the room.

Geneen and I stumbled briefly as we started moving, and it took me a second to get my hand out of her panties, but soon we were all on the bed. I was on my back, Paula was kneeling beside me sucking on my dick, and Geneen slipped off her panties and moved her slick pussy right over my mouth. She was facing my feet, and as she lowered her juicy twat onto my eager mouth I saw her reach out to Paula’s firm ass and begin to stroke her. Then her female flesh covered my face and I saw nothing more.

Geneen wears Cinnabar perfume, and she always tastes of it when I eat her pussy. Tonight was no exception. As the smell of her cunt juice and Cinnabar engulfed me, I began to lick and suck on her cunt like I had never done before. Soon her hips were grinding into my face and her juices were pouring out over my tongue. She tasted so good!

The next thing I knew, my cock was hit by a blast of cold air as Paula released me from her mouth. Geneen moved off of my face, and I saw Paula laying back on the bed, her teddy a crumpled heap on the floor. Geneen quickly moved into position between Paula’s legs, and began to feast on her blonde cunt. She raised her ass into the air and pulled her cheeks apart, silently inviting me to fuck her as she ate. I was more than happy to oblige.

The sight of a blonde goddess being tongued by a black Amazon was something I thought I would only see in pictures. Yet here in front of me, two of my favorite people were performing this lusty act as if it was the most natural thing in the world. And who was I to argue? Their moans and movements got me harder than I had ever been before, and I pointed my prick at the hot pink gash between Geneen’s ebony thighs. I grasped her hips and buried myself into her wetness, driving her mouth harder into Paula’s pussy.

As I began to stroke in and out, I watched Geneen’s hands fondle Paula’s tits as Paula grabbed Geneen’s head and pulled her tight to her cunt. My hands were under Geneen, rubbing her nipples as I fucked her tight cunt. We were starting to find the rhythm that we all wanted, each stroke from one adding to the pleasure of the other, when Geneen pushed me back and grabbed my dick. She rubbed my cock head up and down her snatch, and finally planted it at her asshole. Sitting back slightly, she let me know that she wanted me to fuck her in the ass, and I happily started to do so.

I had never had a woman like this before, and the tightness was beyond description. I slowly worked my dick in, grateful for all of the saliva and cunt juice which were acting as lubricants. As I finally got all the way in, Geneen raised her head and screamed, “FUCK! That feels so fucking GOOD! Pound my ass, Mark! Fuck my asshole and make me COME!!”

Paula looked up as Geneen’s mouth left her pussy, and sizing up the situation quickly she turned herself around on the bed. Now her mouth was under Geneen’s pussy, and her own blond bush was within easy reach for Geneen to continue her oral ministrations. I slowly pulled about halfway out of Geneen’s ass, and felt Paula’s tongue flick against my balls as I sank in again. Geneen went back to work on Paula’s hole, and we once again found the rhythm that satisfied us all. As I moved back, Geneen’s pussy was opened for Paula’ stalented tongue. As I moved forward, Paula was treated to more intense pressure from Geneen’s mouth. We slowly built up speed, and just after Paula started to scream in orgasm, Geneen and I both peaked. 

We collapsed into a pile of satisfied bodies, looking like a negative Oreo cookie. Juices were flowing out of an assortment of holes, and our ragged breathing was the only sound we could hear for a while. As our hearts slowed and we were able to move again, we kissed each other and snuggled close, me in the middle, and my girls on either side resting their heads on my chest. 

“So what do we do for an encore?” Paula asked innocently.

“Well the first thing I want to do is take a shower and get ready for what EVER happens next,” answered Geneen. “I don’t mind telling you that I could go on like this all night, but it will help to rest a bit before we continue.”

I agreed with Geneen, and suggested we all shower together. “I’ll be glad to wash your backs for you,” I offered, “and whatever else I think might need cleaning!”

“I want to make sure we get you clean, mister!” Geneen chuckled, “You have been in me on one end, but I want you in the other end too!”

“And I want some more of what I got this morning!” Paula chimed in.

“Well ladies, I am only too happy to be at your service. But I would like to know how you managed to pull this off. Paula said something about you two knowing each other a lot better than I thought, but how did it start? And why am I just now being invited to participate?”

Geneen and Paula smiled at each other, and then turned to me.

“We can explain that in the shower,” offered Paula.

“Yeah,” answered Geneen. “ And that should get us ready for the next round!”

So as the bathroom mirror steamed up and we washed each other under the shower spray, they began to tell me their story.

To Be Continued...



Help Desk Ch. 3



Geneen, Paula and I went from the bedroom into the bathroom, and turned on the shower. The massage setting on the showerhead seemed to be the best choice as we moved beneath the water. The rhythm of the pulsing stream felt so sensual on our already sensitized bodies – the afterglow of our recent sexual calisthenics was with us still. I adjusted the temperature of the water so that it was warm enough to feel good for all of us. The temptation was to set it just a little bit cold so I could see their nipples erect, but I didn’t want to put a damper on our passion, and I planned to create some heat that would have the same effect later on tonight.

I reached for the soap that I had recently opened, and began to work up a rich lather on a washcloth. I moved to Geneen. She had her face turned up to the spray, and her arched back accentuated her sweet ass – the ass I had so recently been inside. Stepping up to her I reached around and began to move the washcloth over her ribs and stomach. The contrast of the white lather on her cinnamon colored skin was exciting, and I felt my cock stir a little as I soaped her. She must have felt my cock too, because she pushed the firm globes of her ass into my groin and began to sway her hips slowly against me.

“Hey, you two! None of that!” Paula grasped my hips and pulled me away from Geneen’s gyrations. “I want a chance to get Mark inside me, and if you two keep it up I’ll have to wait even longer!”

Geneen looked over her shoulder and answered, “I would think you would WANT him to keep it up, Paula!” 

Geneen turned around as I moved to the side, and she took the washcloth from my hand. Reaching out to Paula, Geneen began to lather her breasts. Geneen then moved in front of me and closer to Paula, trailing the washcloth over Paula’s ribs and stomach and finally ending up on her golden pubic hair. Paula grabbed the washcloth from Geneen and began to reciprocate the motions. With little for me to do but watch, I let them continue cleansing each other. They dispensed with the washcloth and soon had each other lathered up from the friction of their hands.

Paula looked over Geneen’s shoulder and said, “I told you that we were close! And you had no idea!” Both girls giggled a bit, each one anxious to tell their story but waiting for the other to start.

“You remember when Brad was telling Geneen that she should get implants, don’t you Mark?” Paula looked at me quizzically.

“I certainly do,” I replied. Brad was a person who worked with us, although not part of our Team. He was obsessed with large breasts, and had tried to get Geneen to enhance her 35B’s. Fortunately, Geneen decided to keep things natural. “But what does that have to do with anything?” I asked.

Geneen looked over her shoulder at me and answered, “Well I was trying to decide if I really wanted implants or not, so I went to Paula for some advice. I mean, look at her tits! I would love to be that big! But all your talk about health risks had me worried.” Geneen looked into Paula’s eyes as she continued, “Between you and Brad I didn’t know what I really wanted, and I thought Paula could help me figure it out. So we got together one day to talk things over, and…..

**Geneen’s Story**

I got to Paula’s apartment around two in the afternoon. I had run some errands that morning, and was feeling pretty good. I was still trying to decide what to do about the implants, and just knew that Paula would be able to help me sort it out. 

I wasn’t expecting Paula to be dressed as casually as she was when she opened the door. Sure it was warm out, but the T-shirt she had on was barely covering her crotch. If it weren’t for the ‘granny panties’ she had on, she would have flashed the whole apartment complex! I was in shorts and a T-shirt, but nothing as revealing as what Paula was in. We hugged each other ‘hello’ and I went inside the apartment.

Paula immediately offered me something to drink.

“Dr. Pepper, Coke, Beer or wine?” Paula called as she looked in the refrigerator.

“I’ll have some wine,” I responded. “I got all of my running around done, and I’m ready to relax a little.”

Paula entered the living room and handed me a glass of Chablis. The glasses had been in the freezer, and there were tendrils of ice crystals along the sides of the glass. I took a sip and closed my eyes, savoring the cool sweet taste. When I opened my eyes, Paula was just settling in at the other end of the couch. She tucked one leg under herself as she sat down, and the panties she wore pulled tight against her crotch. Wisps of blonde hair peeked out from the leg holes, and the outlines of her mound were plainly visible through the cotton panties. She made no effort to cover herself as we talked, and I had to consciously stop myself from staring at her pussy.

“So what has you so worked up?” Paula asked. “I don’t see what the big deal is – either you want to have the surgery or you don’t. Why is it such a problem?”

“I wish it was that easy, Paula. I know that you have no problem in the chest department, but I have always felt, well, inadequate. I barely have a handful of breast – if you put them both together! I want to get the stares that YOU get when you walk into a room.”

“It isn’t all that great, Geneen. Half the time men are talking to me, they never make eye contact – they’re just staring at my chest. And on top of that my blonde hair makes them think I’m some kind of bimbo who should go down on them out of gratitude for their talking to me! It really isn’t that wonderful to be well endowed!

“Besides, you don’t get to see the looks YOU get as you pass by. Your ass is so perfect and tantalizing that most men are drooling over you. But because you don’t have eyes in the back of your head, you never see THOSE reactions!”

I blushed at this, knowing that my ass was indeed a man’s dream. I had learned how to wiggle it enough to get what I wanted, without having to give a piece of it to everyone who wanted it. At one point I had been proportioned the way I wanted – tits and ass at about the right ratio, but the latter grew more than the former and I felt like my body was a pear instead of an hourglass. Brad had offered a way out of this situation, as his father is a plastic surgeon and could do the operation for a whole lot less than what he normally charged.

“I was really ready to do it until I mentioned it to Mark,” I said. “He seems to be worried about the health problems that I could have as a result of implants. He even pulled up a website that deals with litigation in breast implant cases, and some of the stories are downright scary!

“Mark seems to think that nature gave me what I have, and that’s the way it should be. He says I should feel good about myself for who I am, not what I look like.” I grinned as I remembered his reaction. “He said that as far as he was concerned, any man would be proud to have me walking beside him, just the way I am. God, I wish he would make a move on me. I would jump his bones so fast…!”

Paula choked on her wine and started coughing. I took the glass from her and placed it on the coffee table, then moved closer to pat her on the back. As the coughing fit stopped, Paula managed to respond to my comment.

“What do you mean, make a move on you? You don’t see the way he looks at you? If he gave me half the attention that he gives to you, I would have had him in my bed long ago! But he keeps his distance from us, and all I can figure is that he doesn’t want to come across as a horny boss, trying to get into our pants. He’s too conscious of appearances to want to seem like he’s forcing himself on us.”

“He can force himself on me any time,” I replied, “and it wouldn’t take much force! I have tried to figure out how to get him into bed without actually raping him, but I haven’t managed to yet.”

Paula looked out the window. She seemed to be miles away as she said, “Mark is so different. Everyone else tries so hard to get me in bed, but Mark has the attitude that makes me feel like he cares about me for who I am, not just what I look like. That makes me want him even more!”

“I know what you mean. He is genuinely kind and caring. I don’t know too many people that would spend that much time helping me out with my car the way he did – without expecting SOMEthing in return. And when I talk to him and he looks at me with those big brown eyes, something melts inside of me…”

“Well, anyway,” Paula interrupted my fantasies, “what is it about bigger breasts that you like? Is the risk worth the reward?” She turned away from the window and looked directly at me.

“That’s what I can’t decide,” I answered. “Mark says that one of the problems with implants is that some women lose sensitivity after the operation. I certainly don’t want to miss out on that – my nipples are extremely sensitive, and I love it when someone plays with them.”

Paula was looking at me strangely, and I realized that thinking about Mark had started getting me excited. My nipples were standing out and the T-shirt I was wearing did little to conceal them. That is what Paula was looking at.

“How big are they?” she asked in a half whisper.

“34-B, silly. You know that!”

“No, I mean your nipples! I have never seen your nips before, and they look huge!” Paula reached out as if to touch me, slowly moving her hand to my shirt.

Her attention to my tits caused a shiver of excitement to run through me. Even though I had never thought about another woman in a sexual way, something seemed to be happening between Paula and me. As her hand reached my swollen bud, I moaned and pressed my chest forward. I took her other hand in mine and pressed it into my other breast. Her fingers began to pinch and squeeze me, and the sensation went straight to my pussy. My nipples stood out even more as the first hint of moisture began to seep out of my cunt.

“That’s what I don’t want to lose – the feelings that playing with my nipples cause in me,” I said huskily. “I can have an orgasm just by someone playing with my nipples!”

Paula paused in her caresses long enough to peel her T-shirt over her head, exposing her firm round breasts. Her nipples were erect, but they stood out about a quarter of an inch where mine were close to half an inch long. I raised my hands to her and began to fondle her tits as she was doing to me.

“Look at the size of my nipples,” Paula complained. “Compared to yours they’re flat!”

“But look at the size of your breasts, Paula. That more than makes up for your nipples. Besides, they look like they would attract enough attention, and I’ve seen you with your ‘headlights on’ before. You definitely have a great package. I just want to be more like you!”

“I think you should listen to Mark and be thankful for what you have. I would LOVE to have nipples as big as yours.” Paula cast an eye toward my crotch and asked quietly, “Is your clit as big as your nipples?”

I was a bit shocked at the question, and inadvertently looked down to avoid Paula’s gaze. I found myself looking at her panty-covered pussy, and noticed that the material was darker than before – it was wet! I felt all kinds of sensations rush through me. I was getting excited by Paula’s fondling, and I was enjoying the sensation of her heavy breasts in my hands. I could feel my pussy getting wet, and the sight of Paula’s obvious excitement redoubled the throbbing I felt in my cunt.

“I’ve never thought about the size of my clit,” I managed to whisper.

“Well let’s have a look!” With that Paula slid a hand into the leg opening of my shorts and began to feel around for my slit. As she worked a finger under my panties her eyes grew wide. She pulled away from me and shifted her position on the couch. Reaching for my shorts, she began to unsnap them and pull them down. The look in her eyes was somewhere between wonder and lust.

“You’re BALD!” Paula accused. “I’ve never seen a bald pussy before! I’ve thought about shaving, but I never had the guts to go through with it. I’ve gotta see you!”

As my shorts and panties came off I reached out to skin the panties from Paula. Her blonde bush stood out proudly, and there were droplets of her juice glistening on the hair. I moved to take off my T-shirt, and we examined each other as we lay back on the couch. The contrast between our bodies was incredibly exciting: her blonde fullness against my dark body; my prominent nipples against her smaller, tighter ones; her hairy blonde pussy against my shaved snatch. We lay like that for a while, silently exploring our bodies with just our hands and eyes.

To Be Continued...



Help Desk Ch. 4



As Geneen told her version of the first time she and Paula got together, we continued to wash each other under the pulsating spray of the shower. Geneen paid special attention to Paula as she described their caresses, duplicating them in real life as she told of that day. We moved around in the shower, and we were soon clean and more than a little aroused by Geneen’s words.

I reached out and turned off the water, and grabbed the towels that were hanging outside the tub. Passing one to each of the girls, we began to dry each other as lovingly as we had soaped each other just a few minutes earlier. We got out of the tub and made our way back to the bedroom, going to the double bed that was still unmade. We sat down an as the girls dried their hair Paula said, “Now it’s my turn to tell you what happened.”

We arranged ourselves within easy reach of each other and listened as Paula continued…

**Paula’s Story**

I had been with another girl before Geneen, but it was a teenage fling that didn’t last more than the one time. I was excited by the naughtiness of our tryst, but she didn’t seem to get as much out of it as I did. I have fantasized about making love with another woman but never acted on it until that day with Geneen. I don’t really know what happened to make that day different than the other times we had been together, but by the time we were naked and lying in each other’s arms I didn’t care.

The feel of Geneen’s smooth pussy was incredible, and it looked even better. Her dark outer lips were swollen with desire, and I could see the pink petals of her inner cunt peeking out. But what amazed me was the size of her clit! Almost an inch long, it was proudly poking out from her folds, begging to be touched or kissed. I reached out and stroked along her slit, gathering her womanly dew on my fingers. I reached her clit and began to pinch and rub along its length. Geneen responded with a moan, and I leaned forward to kiss her full lips. 

As our tongues intertwined I brought my other hand up to her chest and began to fondle a nipple, using the same rhythm that I was applying to her clit. Geneen reciprocated, and soon her dark hands found their way to my burning pussy. I almost came off the couch when she touched my cunt, and when her finger slipped inside me I thought I was going to pass out from pleasure. I pulled my mouth from hers and looked at her face. The sheen of perspiration coating her forehead glistened in the soft light of the room, and her eyes were half shut. She looked so incredibly sexy and desirable that I lowered my face again, going for her throat instead of her mouth.

I kissed my way down her neck and chest, and finally had her erect nipple in my mouth. Geneen moaned and squirmed under me as I gently bit and suckled on her tit. My hand was busy with her juicy cunt, and her movements helped me work first one, then two fingers into her hot wetness. Geneen grabbed my head and pulled me tighter to her chest as her fingers danced around my nether lips. We were both building to orgasm, and I knew what I wanted her to feel as she came.

I slid from the couch and pulled my fingers from her. I replaced my mouth with the hand that had been frigging her and moved my hungry tongue to her glistening hole. As I teased her nipples and clutched her breasts, I leaned in and kissed Geneen’s sweet black cunt. I took her clit into my mouth and gently sucked it between my teeth and tongue.

The effect on Geneen was electric. She grabbed my head and pulled me tightly to her body, bucking her hips against my face as I ate her. She began to cry out, “Oh God that’s it! Eat me! Lick my cunt and make me come! Oh Paula I never knew it could be so good!”

I pushed two fingers into her dripping cunt and looked up at her face. “Haven’t you ever been eaten before?” 

“Oh yes, but never like this! You know just where to touch me! It’s as if I was tonguing myself – you know just what I want you to do!”

I grinned at her and said, “It can get even better if we do it to each other!” With that I helped Geneen off the couch and onto the floor. I swung around so that my legs were on either side of her head, and as I lowered my head to her flowing pussy, I lowered my snatch to her upturned mouth.

“I’ve never done anything like this before,” Geneen moaned as I licked her slit. “I want to make it as good for you as you do for me!”

“Just follow my lead and do to me what you want done to you. I promise that you’ll do fine.” And with that I returned to my feast and pushed my steaming pussy against her lips.

Geneen might be a novice at eating pussy, but she learned quickly. Her tongue and fingers soon had me pouring cunt juice all over her face. I tried to lap up all of the nectar that she was making and to lead her with my actions. I sucked and nibbled gently on her clit, and she did the same to me. I buried my tongue deep into her and she forced her’s into me. When I reached down a little more and moved my tongue over her asshole, I didn’t expect the reaction I got.

Geneen screamed once, and grabbed my hips tightly. She pulled me forward a little, and rimmed me with her tongue. The next thing I knew she was pushing her tongue into my asshole! The feeling was exquisite! As she poked and prodded my sphincter, I began to do the same to her. I pushed two fingers into her pussy and began to fuck her with my hand and tongue. Geneen did the same to me, and I felt my orgasm pass the point of no return.

I came hard and long, drenching Geneen with my juices. I sucked her asshole hard as I came, and that sent Geneen over the edge. She bucked her hips into my face and screamed into my cunt as she came. I moved my face to her pussy and tried to lick up all of her juice, but she was coming in such copious amounts that I could not. Her juices flowed down the crack of her ass pooled on the rug beneath us. I heard her try to swallow all that I was giving her, and knew that she was having as much success as I was.

I don’t remember when an orgasm felt so good. This was not the most intense or prolonged one I had ever had, but it somehow was more satisfying than any I have experienced. I guess it was the fact that Geneen and I were close before today, or the fact that I had ‘popped her cherry’ as far as being with a woman. But underneath it all, I knew that Mark had something to do with this whether he was aware of it or not. And I knew what my next move would be.

I raised myself from Geneen’s luscious body and turned to face her. Our mouths met in the sweetest of kisses, our juices flavoring the taste of each other’s lips. We slowly came down from our orgasms and we caressed each other for several minutes, kissing and gazing into each other’s eyes without saying a word.

“That was wonderful.” Geneen broke the silence. “I never dreamed that I would ever be with another woman. I’m glad my first time was with you. You made it so special.”

“Don’t sell yourself short, Geneen. You were pretty wonderful yourself. And as far as I am concerned, you don’t lack for anything. You are so tasty and exciting. I wouldn’t change a thing about your body if I were you.”

“You sound like Mark! Except that he never found out how I taste,” she replied wistfully.

“Well I think we need to change that. And he needs to find out what I taste like, too!”

Geneen got a look in her eyes that told me she was planning something. She grinned and said, “Why don’t we make a bet? Whichever one of us can get Mark in bed first can decide whether the other one ever gets a chance with him!”

“What do you mean?” I was afraid I knew full well what she meant, but wanted her to spell it out.

“If Mark takes my chocolate body to bed before he fucks your blonde pussy, I get to decide if I am willing to share him with you. If you get Mark to jump your bones before I can swallow his seed, YOU get to decide if you are willing to share! Sound fair?”

I thought quickly, and decided to go along with Geneen’s idea. If I got to Mark first, I would share him willingly, and I assumed that Geneen would do the same. But just in case, I would have to do something drastic to make sure I won the bet.

“Sure, why not?” I said. “But regardless of how I decide to share him, I still want to eat your sweet black pussy from time to time!”

“You’ve got that right! I never knew that blonde pussy tasted so good, and I want more of it whenever you’re ready to share it again!”

***Meanwhile, Back at the Hotel***

“So you two made a BET with each other, and I was the prize?” I could scarcely believe what I had been hearing from Paula.

“That’s right, lover. You were the prize, to keep or to share. I just want to know how Geneen got to you first!” Paula looked across at Geneen, who was slowly stroking my chest.

Geneen looked up at me and asked, “Should you tell her or should I?”

“I guess I will,” I sighed. My head was spinning from the realization that these two had set me up, and from the story they had just related. I had rested enough for my cock to start to show signs of life, and as I replayed the night at Geneen’s in my mind I got harder and longer.

To Be Continued...



Help Desk Ch. 5



Geneen, Paula and I were lying on the bed, freshly cleansed from our shower together. Since they had told me about their first tryst I understood a little more about tonight, but I was still trying to digest the fact that I had been the prize in a bet! [See Help Desk 3 & 4]

I cradled their heads against my chest and stroked their hair, still damp from the shower. The difference in texture between Geneen’s black hair and Paula’s blonde curls was a tactile delight, as were the sensations I felt as they slowly moved their hands over my chest and abdomen. Occasionally their hands would stray from my body and stroke each other, but I felt no jealousy or sense of loss. We were as close as we could be, physically mentally and emotionally. I moved my hands slowly along their bodies as I began to tell Paula about the night Geneen won their bet.

**Mark’s Story**

I had finished a fairly easy day at work, and was going over to Geneen’s to see about her ceiling fan. The weather had been fairly mild for a Texas spring – only reaching the lower 80’s - and it wasn’t warm enough to run the air conditioning yet. But the ceiling fans in Geneen’s apartment were making enough noise to be distracting, and she had asked me to help quiet them for her. She wanted to be able to have air circulating without having to use the Central Air unit, and it seemed a waste to have the fans if they weren’t working right.

I arrived shortly after 6:00, and we greeted each other with our customary hug and peck-on-the-cheek kiss. Geneen had left work before I did, and had changed into ‘something more comfortable’. In her case it was a pair of shorts and a short T-shirt with a scoop neck that did little to conceal her upper body. Her long black legs flowed from the shorts, which were pleasantly hugging her firm, round ass. Her bare midriff showed the taut muscles she prided herself on. She worked out several times a week to keep herself in shape. Her nipples were just a shadow of their potential size, pointing through the thin shirt atop her firm little breasts. She was a vision that some only fantasize about, and I was here to do her bidding.

Geneen’s apartment had several windows open, but they faced the wrong way to get any real breeze going. It wasn’t really hot in the apartment, but it did seem a little stuffy due to the lack of air circulation. I draped my coat over a chair and removed my necktie, ridding myself of the vestiges of Corporate America. I took the beer that Geneen offered, and we sat on the couch for a few minutes before getting on with the work at hand.

“Did your day get any better?” Geneen asked.

“It really wasn’t too bad after I got the Doctor taken care of.”

Dr. Marlette had bought a computer several months ago and had started ‘upgrading’ it on his own. Every time he added a new peripheral he managed to screw something up, and called for us to fix it for him. The contract specifies that we will restore the unit to its original working condition, but Dr. Marlette had been able to get the ear of one of the store managers and complain so much that everyone wanted to keep him quiet. So in spite of his best efforts, we kept him from trashing his computer on a regular basis. And he had gotten to know Paula, Geneen and me in the course of his repairs. It was a standing rule that if Dr. Marlette called, he was to be immediately transferred to whichever one of us was available, and today that happened to be me.

Geneen laughed, “He really tries so hard to learn what he is doing with a computer. I just hope he’s better with his patients than he is with that PC!”

“Some people need to learn that the best thing they can do is to keep their hands out of it,” I replied. “He needs to realize that he is trying to make a VW run like a Ferrari, and it just won’t work!

“So which ceiling fan is the noisiest? I want to get started so I can hopefully get to all three of them tonight.”

Geneen pointed straight up and said, “This one is as bad as the one in the bedroom, but I want to be able to sit here and watch TV. So I guess that you should start here.”

I pulled a stool from the breakfast bar and placed it under the fan. I stepped onto the coffee table and then onto the stool, wishing that Geneen had a better ladder. As I straightened up to look at the fan, Geneen placed a hand on my leg to help me balance.

I checked the mounting, and everything looked OK. As I brushed the dust from the fan blades, I noticed that one of them was loose. “I need a screwdriver, Geneen.”

“I don’t think I have any vodka. Would another beer help?” 

Her impish grin let me know that she was teasing. As I looked down at her upturned face I couldn’t help but notice that the scoop neck of her T-shirt afforded me a stunning view of her cleavage. She was wearing no bra, and the sight of her chocolate breasts was almost too much to look away from. I felt my cock start to stir just as Geneen squeezed my leg and said, “I’ll be right back. Phillips or flat head?”

“Phillips, please,” I managed to croak. If this was what the rest of this fix-it job was going to be like, I was going to have a hard time concentrating on the fans.

As Geneen reached up to hand me the screwdriver she raised up on her toes. The top of her shorts gapped away from her stomach, and I could almost see down the front. I realized that she either had on no panties or a very skimpy pair, as I saw nothing but her smooth black skin. Taking the screwdriver and tearing my eyes away from her, I began to tighten the fan blades. I checked all four of them, and then asked her to hit the switch. I crouched down as the fan began to move, and the moving air made me realize just how hot it was in the apartment.

The fan gained speed, and aside from the noise of the motor it was silent as it drew the air through the windows. I hopped off the stool and was greeted by Geneen’s hug. 

“You are fantastic!” she exclaimed. “All this time I thought something major had to be done, and you managed to fix it with a screwdriver!” She kissed my cheek and hugged me tighter. I was sure she could feel the bulge in my pants, but she made no comment.

“Well, let’s get to the next one,” I said. If I didn’t get away from her warm body soon, I would never get the fans fixed.

“Okay, if that’s what you want,” she answered somewhat petulantly. “Let’s do the one in the Dining Room next.”

The Dining Room fan proved to be as easily fixed as the Living Room fan, and with the solid table to stand on I didn’t feel quite as unsteady. After tightening and cleaning the blades the fan worked perfectly, and Geneen gave me another hug. The kiss she gave me was right on the lips, and although it was a ‘dry’ kiss, it was the first time we had ever kissed. I know she must have felt my cock jump this time.

“Now for the bedroom,” Geneen announced as she pulled away from me. The look in her eyes and the tone of her voice left little doubt that she had more in mind than just the fan. I was almost dizzy with desire, and trying desperately to figure out how I could bed her without compromising our working relationship.

The queen sized bed took up most of the bedroom, and was positioned in such a way that I could stand on it to get to the ceiling fan. I took off my boots (even in Corporate America, Texans wear boots!) and climbed onto the bed. As I stood up I realized that Geneen preferred a soft mattress, which made balancing a little more difficult. As I reached up for the fan I felt Geneen’s hands grab me from behind at the top of my thighs. Her fingers rested on my ass, and her thumbs were nestled between my legs.


“I’ll help steady you, Mark.”

I looked down to see her beautiful face masked with lust. Her eyes were half closed and she licked her lips in a slow sensuous motion. I saw that she was indeed pantyless, as the gap in her shorts was more pronounced in this position. The visual and physical stimulation was almost too much to take; I nearly came right then and there.

With a force of will that I didn’t know I had, I turned to the task at hand. The fan blades seemed tight, and after cleaning them off I asked Geneen to flip the switch. Instead of the smooth whirring that other two fans made, this one began to rock gently as the blades cut through the air. As the speed increased, so did the wobble and the noise. Geneen turned off the switch, and I watched carefully as the fan came to a stop.

“I’ll need some tape, and a washer or two if you have them,” I explained. “Duct tape would be the best, but masking tape will do.”

As Geneen went off to gather the materials, I took the opportunity to rearrange my cock in my pants. It had been pointing down, and the stimulation had caused an uncomfortable feeling. Now that it was pointing up, the strain of my erection didn’t hurt as much. I got my hand out of my pants just as Geneen walked in with the tape. She looked at me quizzically, but said nothing as she handed me the tape.

“I don’t have any washers,” she said. “Is there something else you could use instead?”

I reached into my pocket and pulled out a quarter. “This might do it,” I answered.

I went to the fan blade that was slightly higher than the others and taped the quarter to the top of it, about halfway down the length of the blade. I spun the fan by hand and saw that this blade was now too heavy. I moved the quarter back towards the motor, and tried again. After several attempts I managed to get the fan to turn without wobbling, and had Geneen turn on the switch. The fan whirred to life, wobbling slightly but making little noise anymore. The breeze it created helped cool me off, and I sat down on the bed to enjoy the fruits of my labor.

Geneen jumped up on the bed and grabbed me tight. She planted a kiss on me that I had fantasized about for a long time, and our lips moved together in a rhythm that was primal and sensual.

“You are the best! I don’t know how you know how to do so many things, but you are the best person to have around when something needs attention!” 

Geneen had pulled her face away from mine, and as she said these words I couldn’t help but notice that her nipples had grown erect. They pushed at the fabric of her T-shirt, almost inviting me to touch them. “And I have something else that needs your attention,” she continued. With that she sat back on her heels and pulled the T-shirt over her head.

I finally got to see the firm black breasts I had so often tried to glimpse on the sly. Her areolas were slightly lighter than her café au lait colored skin, and her proud nipples stood a good half-inch from their base. I moaned at the sight of this goddess exposing herself to me, and reached out to pull her close.

The kiss we shared was anything but chaste. Our tongues battled in sweet combat as our hands roamed over our bodies. I reached up to one breast and cupped and squeezed her as Geneen tore at the buttons on my shirt. I shrugged the garment from my shoulders without breaking our kiss, and moved my hands to her shorts. I felt her undoing my belt as I unsnapped her fly, and as I slipped my hand into the warmth of her crotch I was greeted with a surprise.

Geneen was shaved! Her flat tummy bulged out ever so slightly above her mons, and there was nothing but smooth skin to caress as I moved my fingers lower. I slid my middle finger between her hot lips and was treated to a groan from deep within her. I removed my hand and licked the dew from my finger, savoring the musky taste of her womanhood. There was a strange scent there as well, and it finally dawned on me that she was wearing Cinnabar perfume! The cinnamon fragrance and her cinnamon colored skin went together so well that I knew I had to taste her at her source. I pushed her back on the bed and dragged her shorts from her legs.

I launched myself onto Geneen’s body, and attacked her nipples with my mouth and hands. After so many months of wanting her, I couldn’t restrain my passion. I nibbled and gnawed on one breast and pinched the other nipple with one hand. My other hand slid down her stomach to the pouting lips of her vulva, where I proceeded to stroke and fondle her female flesh. Within moments I felt a hard nub pressing into my hand, and realized that her clit was as swollen as her nipples!

Geneen was working at sliding my pants down as I devoured her body. I moved to the side to allow her better access and she soon had my pants at my ankles. Stopping my feast long enough to finish the job, I rolled onto my back and pushed off my pants and socks. As I turned back to her, Geneen dove for my crotch and grabbed my hard cock in her hand.

“I’ve wanted a taste of this white meat for a long time, mister! And now that I have you where I want you, I may never let you go!”

I didn’t want to go anywhere else – I was in heaven as I watched her full lips part and her pink tongue reach out to lick the head of my cock. She lapped up the pre-cum at the slit and rolled her tongue around my glans a few times. Then she pushed me back onto the bed and swung her leg over my head. She looked down at me from between our bodies and announced, “You’ve heard the phrase, ‘Once you go black you never go back’? I am going to make you come so good that you will never want to even LOOK at a white woman again!”

And with that she slid her lips over my glans and proceeded to swallow me deep into her throat. While her head was moving down so were her hips, and I soon found myself tasting one of the sweetest pussies I have ever had the pleasure to eat. The musky smell of her womanhood mixed with the scent of Cinnabar was heady indeed, and I wrapped my arms around her hips to pull her closer to my face. I twirled my tongue around her clit, licked the length of her slit, and drove into her cunt with my nose and tongue. I was being washed with her juices, and loving every minute of it.

Geneen was sucking me toward orgasm so quickly that I didn’t think I could stop. All of the sexual tension that had been building that evening was too much for me, and I raised her off my lips long enough to groan, “If you don’t stop, I’m going to come too fast!”

Geneen acted as if she didn’t hear me, and continued to fellate me with a passion. As I felt the cum boiling out of my balls I grabbed her clit between my lips and sucked as hard as I could. I was rewarded with a fresh wave of Geneen Juice pouring onto my face as she ground her pelvis into me. She took my dick deep into her throat and swallowed the torrents of cum that I was spewing. I could tell from her noises that she was in the middle of an orgasm too, and I continued my oral ministrations as she climaxed.

Satisfied and sweaty, we rolled around and held each other close. Our kisses were flavored with our juices, adding to the intimacy we had just shared. As our breathing returned to normal and our bodies stopped quivering, I caressed the body I had wanted for so long. Geneen returned my attentions and we drifted into a satisfied doze, knowing that the night was far from over.

To Be Continued...



Help Desk Ch. 6



While I related the story of how Geneen and I had first made love, both Geneen and Paula had comments to add. Their cross talk consisted mainly of Paula asking for clarification and Geneen supplying the details, but occasionally they digressed to other topics.

“So how did you get this set up so fast?” Paula asked Geneen. “Did you mess up your fans on purpose?”

”I have been having trouble with those fans for a long time, and you know that,” Geneen answered. “I had asked Mark to come check them out even before we made the bet, and I had basically planned to rape him when he came over. Adding the bet to it only made me more determined to get into his pants!”

The girls were talking about a bet they had made a few nights earlier – whoever could bed me first had the option to share me with the other, or keep me to themselves. [See Help Desk 4] I had known nothing about this bet until just a few hours ago, and was still amused that they thought enough of me to make the bet in the first place.

“But all you two did was have oral sex. I actually got fucked, so it looks like I won the bet! You cheated on this, Geneen!” Paula’s green eyes flashed as she made her accusation.

“Oh we did a lot more than eat each other,” I interjected. “That night was far from over. I was almost late to work the next day, because I had to run home to grab a new shirt before I came in to the office. We stayed busy most of the evening.”

Geneen and I shared a secret smile as we both remembered the rest of the evening. With the fans blowing cool breezes over our bodies, we explored each other again. This time it was a slower, more languid beginning. The heat of our passion had been temporarily cooled by our first orgasms and the second time built slowly. The first time we fucked, we made love the second time.

“We did a LOT more after that, baby girl,” Geneen replied with a grin. “And I had his white dick in my black pussy long before he ever saw your blonde cunt. I just couldn’t imagine not letting you get a taste of him. That’s why I gave you the chance to get back into the game!”

“Wait a minute,” I demanded. “What is this all about? You won the bet, Geneen, and you decided to share me with Paula. What is this ‘game’ you’re talking about?”

“When Geneen told me what happened, I got really worried that she wasn’t going to share you,” Paula explained. “At least not right away. I figured that as long as she and I were together I had a chance of getting us all into a three-way. But I wanted to know what it was like to have you one-on-one. So I made a side bet with Geneen.”

“I told Paula that if she fucked you before this weekend was over, I would arrange this little rendezvous. If she didn’t, she would have to wait until I was willing to share.”

I did some quick mental calculations. “Geneen, you and I spent the night together on Wednesday, and last night you told Paula what happened. That means you had to have planned your attack last night, Paula!”

“I did,” Paula answered. “After Geneen told me that you had fucked her brains out, I knew that I had to move fast. I knew that if I could get to you this morning, we could spend the whole weekend together, and I couldn’t think of anything I would rather do.” Paula looked at us accusingly and said, “It was either that, or know that you two were going to be fucking all weekend, and I would have to deal with your attitudes on Monday! And if you were with Geneen, my chances of getting you this weekend were nil. So it was either do something drastic or face a weekend alone.”

Geneen replied, “I think your decision was a good one, Paula. I can’t think of a better way to spend a weekend!”

I lay there listening to their banter, wondering how I got so lucky to have these two beautiful, lusty ladies fighting over me. And even luckier to have them willing to share their beds with me – individually and together! The stories we had told each other had allowed enough time to pass that I was almost fully erect again. Paula noticed this as she was rubbing her hands over my belly, and she grabbed my erection in her hand. She looked over at Geneen and smiled a devilish little smile.

“I want you to tell me what you and Mark did that night, and I will do it with him as you tell it.” Paula looked at me and continued, “Do you think you’re up for the task, Mark?”

“I shall do my very best,” I replied in my best Ben Stein voice. The humor was lost on my partners.

“Well, I will try to remember everything,” Geneen ventured, “but I may not get the order right. And if you have trouble doing what I am describing, I’ll jump in and show you.” It was Geneen’s turn to smile devilishly at Paula. “That way we both can relive that night!”

“What about me?” I asked. “Am I just supposed to lay here and let you two have your way with me?” When both girls looked at me and nodded, I answered, “I can live with that!”

Geneen sat up and crawled to the foot of the bed. Her tight ass swayed invitingly, and I could see the swelling lips of her pussy as she moved down the bed. Paula tightened her grip on my dick and warned me, “Don’t get any ideas, mister! You are MINE now, so don’t even think about her for a while!”

Geneen was now sitting cross-legged at the end of the bed, making it very difficult not to stare at her fully exposed pussy. Paula began to stroke me gently, distracting my attention somewhat.

“Well you’re starting out about right,” Geneen volunteered. “Mark and I had fallen asleep for a while, and when I woke up he was lightly rubbing my back and hair. I reached out to hug him and ran into that monster, just like you have Paula.

“You need to move a little higher up, Paula. Rest your head on his shoulder and bring your leg over his. That’s right, now turn your face up and start kissing his neck. Mark, you’re not rubbing her right. Stroke her hair…good…now run your hand down her back and cup her ass…squeeze it gently…now slide a finger along her ass and try to reach her pussy…good!

“Paula, as Mark plays with your ass, move your hips up so he can reach you. There! Let him finger that blonde bush from behind and show his dick how good it feels…stroke him…now slide up a little higher and kiss him on the lips…don’t let him lose contact with your pussy…Mark, you need to finger her pussy and get her wet and hot so you can fuck her like you fucked me…”

As Geneen directed us, Paula and I did our best to follow her commands. I didn’t have a hard time caressing Paula, and she didn’t’ have a hard time playing with me. The difficulty came in trying to hold back what came naturally, and follow the directions Geneen was giving. Paula moved her body on top of mine and started to rub her hot slit up and down the length of my hard on, at Geneen’s instructions. I kissed Paula deeply and fondled her tight little ass as she moved up and down. I could feel her juices coat my cock, and tried to raise my hips enough to get inside the source of her wetness. Geneen had other ideas.

“Stop trying to fuck her, Mark! That comes later! You have to eat her first – remember? Paula! Slide up to his face and plant that pussy on his tongue…there you go…doesn’t he have a talented tongue? I can hardly get enough of his mouth…go for it girl…grind that pussy into him…make him eat you until you can’t take it anymore!”

Paula had followed Geneen’s instructions, and I found myself with a face full of blonde hair surrounding a hot, juicy cunt. Even if Geneen had told me not to, I couldn’t help but lick along the length of this tasty slit. I grabbed each of Paula’s thighs in my hands and pulled her legs open a bit more. Then I drove my tongue into her with all the force I could, and licked her as deeply as my tongue would go. I was rewarded with a squeal from Paula.

“Oh GOD that feels good! Fuck me with your tongue, Mark! Eat my pussy and make me come! I want to feel your tongue in me when I come. Eat meeee…”

Geneen responded with a groan that sounded like SHE was the one getting eaten. I managed to get my mouth around Paula’s pussy, and exhaled as much as I could, filling her with air. I took a breath through my nose and repeated the exhale, blowing into Paula as if I was inflating a balloon. This drove her wild, and she grabbed my head in both hands and rode me harder and faster, my tongue dancing on her clit as she fucked my face. Then she came and flooded my mouth with her juices. I hungrily devoured her flow, stopping my efforts only when she rolled off me and fell to the bed, satisfied and mewling like a kitten.

As I looked up I saw Geneen still sitting at the end of the bed. She had one hand buried into her splayed cunt, and the other one was fondling her breasts, pinching her hardened nipples. Her face was contorted in pleasure, and her eyes were closed in ecstasy. She was frigging herself to what appeared to be a massive orgasm, and I did what any red-blooded American Male would do – I helped out.

I sat up and pulled Geneen further onto the bed, rolling her onto her back as I moved her. Crawling between her thighs, I rubbed the head of my throbbing cock between her cunt lips. She bucked her hips upward, and I sank my shaft into her steamy hole. This set her off, and she started to come hard, bucking and writhing as her orgasm wracked her body. I almost came right then, but Paula had recovered from her orgasm and had moved next to Geneen. She sucked one of Geneen’s tits as Geneen came, and raised her own ass into the air.

“Fuck me, Mark,” Paula whispered huskily. “You have already been in Geneen tonight, and now it’s MY turn.”

With that she reached down and started rubbing Geneen’s clit, almost pushing me out of the hot hole I was buried in. Paula’s cunt was waiting, engorged and wet, just a few inches away. I pulled out of Geneen and moved behind Paula, slipping my engorged dick into her blonde-furred hole. Paula slipped two fingers into Geneen and began to rub her in time to our fucking.

The excitement of the night and the velvet suction of Paula’s cunt was too much for me, and I came within a few minutes. Paula came again as I shot my hot load into her hungry pussy, and for the second time that night we were all collapsed on the bed, dripping each other’s fluids. I reached across Paula’s body and grabbed for Geneen, pulling us all as close as I could. The sound of heavy breathing was the only noise in the room.

After a few minutes, we all decided to crawl under the covers. I grabbed a towel from the bathroom so the ladies could clean up a bit, and then made a quick run to the balcony to retrieve the champagne. Returning to the room, I poured three glasses of bubbly and brought them to the bed. Paula was sitting up and I climbed into the middle of the bed, next to the prostrate form of Geneen. I slid under the covers, and Paula reclined next to me.

“Here’s to the best night of my life,” Geneen offered as a toast. We all raised our glasses.

“To the best night of ALL our lives,” corrected Paula, as we clinked the glasses together.

“And to my two favorite people in the whole room!” I responded.

I had never had a champagne shower before, but it was not an unpleasant sensation. 

Since this bed was drenched, we moved over to the other double bed. I toweled off a bit, and we snuggled under the covers together. As we kissed each other goodnight, we knew that this was just the beginning of a wonderful weekend. Monday would come soon enough, but there was a lot more to do after we got some sleep, and we all were looking forward to the next two days.

To Be Continued...



Help Desk Ch. 7



I was used to getting up around 5:30 in the morning, but after the sexual gymnastics I had engaged in with Paula and Geneen the night before, I didn't awaken until almost 7:00. I had fallen asleep between the two women, and during the night we had managed to rearrange ourselves into a comfortable position with Geneen pressed against my back, me facing Paula's back, and all of our legs and arms intertwined. It was a very nice way to wake up, except that I had to pee, and couldn't think of a way to extricate myself without waking my partners.

I disentangled myself as gently as I could, and made it to the bathroom just in time. The face looking at me from the mirror had a sleepy, satisfied look on it, but the hair was a mess. I reached up to touch my hair and was greeted with a sticky feeling - the champagne the girls had doused me with was definitely better applied internally rather than externally. I took a quick shower to clean my hair, and several other parts that still retained some residue from last night's activities.

When I returned to the bedroom, I saw that in my absence Paula and Geneen had managed to turn to face each other, and were now sleeping with their arms around each other. I was trying to decide how best to waken them when my pager began emitting a series of beeps. It took me a few minutes to find it in the pile of clothes on the floor, and a glance at the display told me that there was trouble at the office. It wasn't even 7:30, and already the weekend was looking like it was turning out to be a bad one - I was going to have to leave my sleeping beauties!

I called the office, and was relieved to find out that there was a very minor problem that was taken care of by the weekend supervisor. He had called me at home to see what to do, and when he couldn't get an answer he made a decision and solved it. He paged me as a courtesy to let me know what had been done. I thanked him and let him know that I would be out of touch except for pager for the rest of the weekend.

As I hung up the phone, an idea was forming. When I felt Geneen's hand stoke by back in a lazy fashion, the idea solidified. 

"What's up, honey?" Geneen asked sleepily.

"Just a minor problem at the Help Desk," I replied. I turned to her supine form and kissed her slightly puffy lips, her sleepy eyes, her cheeks and nose. She moved under the covers and the smell of sex was still there from last night. 

I caressed her face and said, "I have to go for a little while. It won't take long, I promise. And I will bring breakfast with me when I come back."

Paula's hand snaked between Geneen and me and grabbed at my crotch. "This is what I want for breakfast," she said. She looked like she was still asleep, but the smile on her face belied that. "I promise to be quick," I said, trying not to get too aroused yet. This was not an easy thing to accomplish, because as I quickly dressed Paula and Geneen snuggled close to each other. They kissed 'good morning' and moaned a bit. Leaving them was not something I wanted to do, but if my idea worked out we would be able to enjoy each other for quite a while when I returned.

I leaned in and kissed them both again, then hurried out before I could change my mind. The grocery store in the neighborhood was not the kind to carry champagne and caviar, but it had everything I wanted to get right now. I hurried to the store and rounded up the things I wanted - fresh muffins and bagels, some cream cheese, fresh fruit and some juices. Plates and plastic utensils, jellies and honey, napkins and Handi-Wipes. The last items on my list were finally found, and I made quick work of paying for the groceries. I wanted to get back to the hotel as fast as I could.

When I entered our hotel room, I heard voices over the sound of the shower running. The ladies had gotten out of bed while I was gone, and while they cleaned off, I set up breakfast on the table. Room Service arrived with the coffee I had ordered on my return to the hotel, and by the time Geneen and Paula emerged from their shower the food was waiting for them. Having spent several years as a chef in a hotel chain, I had no trouble arranging everything to look as appealing as possible. The ladies were suitably impressed, and we all began to eat. This was very difficult to do with two gorgeous women sitting beside me, wearing nothing more than towels. 

We had fun feeding each other and laughing over the events of the last few nights. The muffins and coffee went over well, but I had to stop Geneen when she bit into a strawberry.

“Don’t you know the right way to eat a strawberry?”

“I guess not,” she replied. Geneen looked over at Paula, who was looking a bit confused as well.

I picked out a large berry and removed the leaf from the top. “Now I am going to hold this between my teeth, and you have to try to get it from me. Whoever gets the bigger part of the berry wins!”

Geneen laughed as I gently held the berry and leaned in toward her. Then she leaned in and placed her opened mouth on mine, grasping the berry between her teeth, too. As we bit into the strawberry our tongues and lips maneuvered together. We each got some of the firm flesh in our mouths; the sweet juices dribbling down our chins. I tried to stop the flow of juice as it trickled down Geneen’s neck by licking it up and towards her lips. She was doing the same to me, and we both forgot about seeing who ‘won’ that round. 

Not wanting to be left out, Paula pulled my face close to hers, offering her strawberry to me as I had done to Geneen. We battled for the larger piece, and ended up swapping the berry halves back and forth between our mouths several times before we finished. When we parted, Geneen was waiting with a strawberry, and for the next few minutes we all ate the berries with each other.

The erotic effect this was having on us was obvious. We were pulling each other closer and rubbing our bodies together as we devoured each other’s lips. I soon had a finger caressing the slick creases of their cunts, and Geneen and Paula were giving my dick a workout through my pants. The berries were almost forgotten as the sweet smell of cunt filled the air.

Paula suddenly slipped off her chair and sat on the edge of the table. She parted her thighs and placed her feet on my shoulders. She leaned back on one hand while the fingers of her other hand opened the petals of her pussy. 

“I know there used to be a cherry here once,” Paula said huskily. “Maybe you can try to find it again and eat it instead of the strawberries!”

I needed no further encouragement, and began to lick along the hot flesh she so willingly offered to me. I teased along the length of her slit with my tongue, and gently sucked her lips into my mouth. As I slid my tongue between her lips and started to lick again, I felt my belt and zipper being loosened. Geneen was on the floor coaxing me out of my pants, and it was only the size of my erection that kept them from sliding off easily. I redoubled my efforts on Paula as Geneen took my dick into her mouth and began to lick and suck in an agonizingly gentle way. The way she was going was intended to keep me hard and ready for a long time, without actually coming. It was exquisite torture.

Paula began to move her hips against my face, and I concentrated on making her come for the first time that day. I buried my nose between her lips and drove my tongue as far into her as I could. She grabbed my head between her hands and pulled me close, bucking against my face as she built toward an orgasm. With her arm no longer supporting her upper body she lay back onto the table, pushing the rest of the fruit out of the way. I took the opportunity to pull her ass just over the edge of the table so I could hold her cheeks in my hands as I ate her blonde essence.

Geneen suddenly released my member and moved from under the table. She stood beside Paula and began to peel a banana that had fallen to the floor. When a good 4 inches of the banana were exposed, she pulled on my shoulder.

“Time for me to get a piece of that pussy,” she said.

I traded places with her, and watched Paula take the banana up into her pussy as Geneen pushed it in. Then Geneen pulled down on the banana and broke it off. She handed me the last of the banana, and looked at Paula with a horny gleam in her eyes.

“I’m fond of banana splits,” Geneen commented, “but this is the first time I am going to enjoy eating the bowl it came in!”

With that Geneen proceeded to push the banana as far as he could into Paula. Paula’s face was contorted in ecstasy as the fruit filled her, and when Geneen’s talented tongue began to eat the banana from Paula her moans turned into screams.

“Oh GOD that feels good! Eat me Geneen, suck my pussy hard and make me come all over your face! I can feel it coming! Do it! DO IT!!”

Not wanting to have the neighbors disturbed by this noise, I went to the other side of the table and climbed over Paula’s writhing body. As her mouth opened again, I slid the tip of my cock between her lips. She immediately clamped down on me and began to suck. Geneen looked up to see what was going on, and I motioned her away from her feast. She moved back, and I was able to enjoy the last bit of banana in Paula’s pussy as she had her first orgasm. She sucked me harder as she came, but I pulled away before it was too late. I climbed off the table and pulled Geneen to her feet.

As Paula came down from her orgasm, I asked her to move over so Geneen could get on the table, too. When both women were laying side-by-side, head to toe, I pulled the honey from the tray and began to drizzle it over their bodies. The golden shine of the honey contrasted with the ebony beauty of Geneen, and I was mesmerized by the trails is made as it flowed across her body. Paula’s golden complexion was enhanced by the honey as well, and the sight of her nectar and the honey in her blonde bush was too exciting to describe.

I began to lick the honey from them, pausing to savor the taste of their flesh sweetened by the honey, relishing in the way their bodies reacted to my attentions. Realizing that I was going to be a while at this endeavor, Paula turned slightly and began to lick the honey from Geneen’s thighs and belly. Geneen began to do the same with Paula, and soon the three of us were frantically eating each other’s bodies.

I made my way down to Geneen’s bald pussy, and I pulled the last item from under the table. Without warning her at all, I placed the nozzle of the Redi-Whip can at the opening of Geneen’s pussy and proceeded to fill her with whipped cream. The effect was amazing. She screamed and bucked, and started coming almost immediately. I watched the cream come pouring out of her snatch and hungrily devoured as much as I could. Paula watched in fascination and then grabbed the can from my hand.

“I have to try that, Mark! I never thought about doing that, but GOD it looks like fun!”

Paula proceeded to give herself a whipped cream douche, and then pushed me away from Geneen. She straddled Geneen’s face and began to slide her cream-filled treat across Geneen’s lips. Geneen responded by grabbing Paula’s thighs and burying her face in the sweetness at her lips.

As Paula built to another orgasm, I stood up and moved to Geneen’s feet. I raised her legs to my shoulders and began to slide my throbbing cock into her hot creamy hole. I buried myself inside with no effort, and began to fuck for all I was worth. Paula leaned forward and rubbed Geneen’s clit as I fucked her, and the noises Geneen was making in Paula’s cunt told us we were doing it right.

I had been so hard for so long that I though I would come right away. The whipped cream had lubricated Geneen so much that there was little friction, and I was able to hold back for a short time – long enough for Geneen to have another orgasm and for her to get Paula off again. Finally I could take it no more, and shot my hot load into Geneen. As I started to come, Paula pushed me back and grabbed my cock in her hand. She bent down and took me into her mouth as the next jet of sperm flew out, and proceeded to suck on me until my balls were dry. Then she turned around and kissed Geneen, to let my sperm drip into her mouth as well. We all moved from the table to the bed, and held each other close.

“What a way to wake up!” exclaimed Paula.

“I could get used to this myself,” answered Geneen.

“I could get used to it, but I don’t think I could keep up with you two all the time,” I responded.

“Well checkout time is noon, so we have a few hours before we have to go anywhere. What do you think we should do with the time?” Geneen asked innocently.

“Well I don’t know about you, but I am going to take a shower and get dressed,” Paula decided. “I have to get home soon. You see, my ceiling fans are making a lot of noise, and I was hoping that the repairman was going to come by today.” Paula looked at me pointedly. “I hope he brings his assistant, so that everything gets worked on properly!”

We all began laughing, and decided that Paula might just have a good idea. We showered and dressed, and went our respective ways. But just before we parted company in the lobby, Paula said, “I’m expecting the repairman around 1:00. Sound good to you?”

Geneen and I agreed to the time, and we went to our cars. The drive home was a long one, but not as long as the drive to Paula’s that afternoon!

To Be Continued...



Help Desk



"They were co-workers. A couple are friends, but just barely. It's tough being the newby," she said with sad eyes.

Tony glanced down at her, the breasts he had admired all night teasing him under the soft sweater. If he had to put money on it, he'd bet she wasn't wearing a bra. If only he could find out for sure, he thought.

"Somehow I suspect someone as cute and intelligent as you won't have any problems making friends. Just let them hear that accent one time and they'll be putty in your hands."

This time Beverly actually blushed. "Free drinks and flattering compliments. No wonder you were busy tonight."

"We did OK," Tony admitted. "Not everybody gets freebies. Or flattering compliments, for that matter."

"What do you give the babes that come in here?" Beverly asked, sipping on her straw.

Tony grinned. "Ahhh, I think you underestimate yourself, Beverly."

Beverly leaned forward, looked down the bar to judge how loud she could speak, and said, "Seriously. How many customers have you f..., er, had? Not counting men."

Tony laughed out loud until he saw Jim and two guys looking his way. "Men and women combined? Zero."

"Have you ever wanted to?" Beverly asked, leaning back from the bar and easing a little pressure off her breasts.

"Every night, including tonight."

Beverly looked at Tony as if to study him. "I can't believe a guy like you can't get anybody he wants. Are you married?"

"Divorced." He said the word as if Beverly would simply disappear in a puff of smoke as soon as he uttered it. Instead, she looked at him with widening eyes and a slight grin.

"Bravo, Tony. A man who speaks the truth. Finally, after all these years."

They studied each other silently before Tony leaned on the bar, just inches from Beverly's face, and said, "You can be the first."

Beverly wrapped her lips around the straw and drew in a short drink. She pulled her mouth up and off the straw. Her tongue slid across her full, pink lips effortlessly.

"Let's go," she nearly whispered.

Tony led the way down the short hallway leading to his office. He allowed Beverly to enter first, then closed and locked the door behind them. He watched her stop and then turn to face him, every angle of her body making him want her even more. She tossed her purse onto a chair and looked at Tony.

Without a word, she moved to Tony and offered her lips to him. A gentle kiss quickly turned passionate, followed by an embrace and grinding together of bodies like lovers who had been separated for a month. Beverly felt the unquestionable hardness of Tony's cock press against her when his hands fell to her ass, pulling them closer.

She fumbled with his belt as they kissed, frantically unbuttoning the pants and pulling down the zipper. Just as she went to feel his cock, Tony grabbed the bottom of her sweater and forced her arms up with a tug. As he correctly speculated earlier in the evening, Beverly did not have on a bra. With his pants gathered around his ankles, Tony ran his fingers over Beverly's petite tits.

The nipples grew with each passing second until they offered plenty of pink skin to squeeze and pull.

"Ohhhhh God. Yes," she murmured.

Immediately, Tony's thoughts switched to the phone...and Emily at the other end. He hoped...prayed...that Beverly would give her a good show.

"Your tits are incredible, Beverly."

"Use your mouth, Tony. I need to feel your tongue on them," she told him.

He eagerly complied with her wish, sucking heartily on each one for several seconds. Her hand touched him on the outside of his boxers, but she quickly moved inside the shorts and gripped him tightly. The harder he sucked, the tighter her grip became.

At the first opportunity, Beverly kneeled in front of Tony and slid down his boxers. She took his shoes, pants and boxers off, and then moved up to concentrate solely on his hard, thick cock. She kissed the tip, then taunted him with short, slow swipes of her tongue along the bottom of the shaft.

"Please take it in your mouth, Beverly," Tony said, more for Emily's benefit that his own.

Beverly's lips parted and slowly engulfed the cock. She slid forward and, to Tony's disbelief, eventually had the entire thing down her throat. She pulled back agonizingly slowly, applying more pressure as she went. By the time she got to the head, Tony was sure he was about to blast her face with his cum.

"My God, Beverly. Do all Southern girls do that?"

"Only after two margaritas," she said. "Well, sometimes before."

He allowed her another minute or two of focus on his cock, then Tony said, "Get up here."

Beverly stood up and smiled. Tony took her tiny hand and led her to the front of his desk.

"Turn around," he said.

Beverly put her ass on the edge of the desk and let Tony grab her by the waist. With one swift movement, she was sitting on the desk. Her tiny skirt barely covered her pussy, which was fine with Tony because he reached underneath and put both hands on the top of her panties. Beverly lifted her ass off the desk and let him pull down the small garment.

Once the panties were tossed aside, he looked down at the shapely thighs he had admired all evening. Her skin was flawless and he ran his fingers up and down the inside of her thighs. Beverly spread her legs, inviting him higher.

Tony pushed up the skirt until it bunched around her waist. The pussy he exposed was bare except for a patch of fine, blonde hair above Beverly's clit. The folds of skin designed to protect her clit and vagina were stretched wide, tempting him to take advantage.

"Lay back," Tony said.

Beverly didn't need to clear anything away from the overly neat desk. She allowed her head and back to come to rest on the wooden desktop—then waited for Tony to satisfy her.

He leaned over her body and took a breast into his mouth. Each lick of her nipple produced a louder moan.

"Yes! Harder, Tony. Suck it harder!"

Tony thought of Emily's request for an imaginary bite, so he put his teeth around Beverly's nipple and bit softly. The resulting sound was as close to a scream as he'd gotten from her yet. He bit harder and she cried out, "Oh God! Yessss!"

Beverly permitted Tony a short time around her tits, then she begged, "Fuck me. Now! Please!"

He pulled her toward him until her ass rested on the very edge of the desk and her pussy was totally accessible. Tony used his hand to push his cock down to the entrance of her cunt, put the tip inside the warm, wet hole, and prepared to fuck the woman of his dreams.

"Oh, shit," he said suddenly. "I have condoms in the drawer if you..."

"Fuck me, damn it. It's OK. Just get that fuckin' cock inside me!"

Almost before she quit giving the order, Tony thrust forward and drove his cock inside Beverly until their bodies met with a loud smack. Beverly's gasp reverberated in the tiny office. Tony pulled back and repeated the action, once again drawing a loud response from his partner.

Soon, he held Beverly by the ass fucking her as fast and hard as he could. She was wet and tight, a combination that felt extraordinarily good to Tony's throbbing cock. Meanwhile, Beverly marveled at the sensation of the thickest, hardest cock she could ever remember stretching her to the fullest, filling her with a new awareness of what a man could really do to her.

"God, you're good. So tight," Tony groaned between strokes.

Beverly squeezed her cunt even tighter around his cock, wringing one more loud moan out of Tony. "That's for the free drink," she said.

"Play with your clit, Beverly. I want to hear you cum," he said.

She gladly put one hand on the swollen clit, rubbing it hard, while using her other hand to play with her nipple. Tony watched her intently, wishing the entire time that Emily could see, as well as hear, what was happening. He allowed himself one short moment to wonder if her next request might be for a video. The thought excited him, as if he wasn't already excited.

The pressure building inside his balls brought his attention back to the present. Then he heard Beverly say, "Yes! I'm almost there. Harder, Tony!"

He rammed his cock into her with short, strong bursts. Tony watched Beverly's breasts roll on her chest with each pounding she took. Her hands clutched at the top of the desk, unable to grip anything but showing just how close she was to cumming.

"C'mon, Beverly. Let it go. Cum for me, Beverly!"

"God! Oh God! Yessss!"

"That's it! Feel my cock...deep inside you," Tony said, pausing between stabs.

Beverly let out a guttural squeal, followed by many quieter, but no less energetic, gasps. Her forceful orgasm was all it took for Tony to cum. He held Beverly by the waist, his cock stationary for the moment. Then he pulled back and shoved it in again, this time releasing a blast of warm cum at the same time. He repeated this over and over, each one with a louder groan of satisfaction.

By the time he was done, a small stream of their combined fluids leaked from Beverly's pussy and collected on Tony's desk. Neither of them seemed to care as they came together, totally exhausted. Tony lay on top of his beautiful friend for a few seconds before kissing her lips and her tits. Then he pulled out of her.

He watched as she reached over, took the phone receiver off the hook and put it back down.

"Emily isn't there, Tony."

He stared at her with a questioning look. Her voice was...normal. No accent. "How did you..."

"Emily did more than listen this time."

Now there was almost no doubt in his mind. "Are you...her?"

"I knew my acting classes would come in handy some day. Nice accent, eh?" she said with a smile, sitting up on the desk. "I'm proud of you, Tony. You did all that, just for me. I really think I owe you a favor."

Emily slid off the desk, unzipped her skirt and took it off. Then she removed Tony's shirt so that they were both naked.

"I'll give you fifteen minutes to recover and then I'll pay you back," Emily said, kissing Tony tenderly.