0 comments/ 49966 views/ 6 favorites The Computer Repairman Ch. 1 By: Sean Devon Chapter 1 - Mark: It was Friday afternoon and the good news was that I had just one more repair call to make. The bad news was that it was in the Legal Dept. I guess most guys would think I'm crazy, but every time I go there, the women stare at me and a few even try to hit on me. I guess at one time that would have been a single man's heaven, but today with all the EEOC regulations, it was one of the quickest ways to lose your job. The whole place just made me uncomfortable. However, there is one woman up there, named Barbara Taylor, that I think is very hot. Oddly enough she's one of the higher-ups, and not overly friendly... but very professional. She's at least ten years older than me and probably married, but there's just something about her that really gets to me. When I got to the receptionist, she told me that the work order was in fact for Barbara Taylor's computer up and pointed toward her office. I felt just a twinge of anxiety... and anticipation. When I got to the door, she was on the phone, but looked up and waved me in. Barbara: Oh, damn, I was hoping I'd be finished my report before this computer guy got here. "Listen, Mr. Davis, I think it will be OK. Call me tomorrow and I'll probably know more. OK, OK, sure thing... Right. Bye now!" I said hanging up the phone. Wow, that guy could talk! "You're here about my new CD Rom, right?" I asked. He nodded and set down his tool bag. Well, at least they sent me the cute one. He was about 6' tall and not ripped, but nicely built. He had short sandy hair, quite a handsome face... and the deepest dark blue eyes! He seemed confident in his work, but almost shy around me... definitely not the God's-gift-to-women type. "Listen, this may be a bad time. I've switched to my laptop here, but I've got to finish this report this afternoon and I'm expecting an important call. You think that you can install it quickly?" I asked hopefully. "Yeah, probably... let me take a look," he said coming around behind my desk and kneeling down. "Well, your CPU is right under the desk here. I can just pull it out and work on it here, if I wouldn't be bothering you?" he suggested with a shrug. I didn't miss the double meaning, but I think he did, because when I looked right at him and smiled, I detected a slight, but unmistakable blush. "Well, I do need to get that darn thing installed," I said, "I'll just scoot over here to the side so I can keep working at the desk... while you put it in. " Oh my, that really got him red. I'm so bad! Mark: I tried not to react to her comments, because I really wasn't sure how she meant them, but I could feel my face getting red. I avoided her eyes and reached under the desk and slid out the CPU. The cable was long enough so that I could pull it over to the side and work on it while I sat on the carpet and leaned against the desk pedestal. As I was working, I couldn't help but notice her legs. They were very shapely, sheathed in very shear stockings, and tapering down to a pair of stylish, red 3" heels. I got right to work and soon had the unit in place. As I was trying to attach some particularly stubborn wiring, I noticed two things: a faint scent of expensive perfume, and the fact that she had crossed her legs and was vibrating her foot nervously as she worked. I continued working on the cable, but her vibrating foot was getting me really annoyed. Then, out of nowhere, I realized that I had this rock hard erection. It was really strange. Her damned wiggling foot was really getting on my nerves, but the more pissed I got, the harder I got. Barbara: I was almost finished with my letter, and I was hoping that this guy would finish his work too before Rob called. Rob was a man that I had met on-line. I won't bore you with a long-winded justification how Rob makes my marriage more complete, or makes me appreciate my husband more. He doesn't. Both my husband and I are professionals, work long hours and have rough schedules. I never really noticed how much the passion had drained out of our lives until Rob's words began touching me in places I had forgotten had nerve endings. Of course, my husband couldn't know about him and he lived in another city, so our time on-line, and now our phone calls were very precious-and hopefully very private. I was now trying to answer my growing tingle by slowly grinding my “other lips” into my chair... anticipating Rob's call. "Will you be finished there soon?" I asked somewhat impatiently. "A few more minutes, Ma'am," he says without looking up. Damn, it's almost five and Rob is usually very punctual when it comes to our calls! Mark: That damn foot of hers is driving me crazy and my cock is so hard it hurts! Barbara: (Ring! Ring!) “Damn!” I cursed picking up the phone. “Hello, Barbara Taylor," I answered somewhat annoyed. "Is Mrs. Taylor having a bad day?" Rob queried. "Hi... no... Oh, Rob... it... it's just been a long day," I answered trying to sound less irritated and a little more in control. "Well, are you done yet? Can you play?" he said in that soft, smoldering voice that never fails to get me moist and tingly. "Uh... well, listen... I'm just finishing up here, but... " I said,” the computer technician is here with my CD Rom. He's just finishing putting it in. " "Hmmm... is he now? Then I guess we're not alone... interesting," said Rob in a somewhat amused tone. "No, not exactly, but I think... " I stopped in mid-sentence. I felt a strong, firm hand holding my ankle. 'What the hell...?' I thought. I quickly looked down to see the technician's hand holding my leg, but he was still looking down and working with his other hand as if nothing was going on. I felt a strange mix of anger and panic and, for some reason,... excitement. My nipples immediately began to harden and strain against the thin fabric of my bra. I quickly looked through my door out into the office area, thinking maybe somehow someone could see what was happening. Some people were still around, but it was clearing out fast and no one was looking this way. "Barbara, are you there... Barbara?" Rob was asking. "Y... yes, I'm here," I said, struggling for control as a tingly wave of warmth began to radiate up my leg from his firm grasp. 'Continue typing,' I told myself. "Barbara, is anything the matter?" Rob said suddenly concerned. "No... nothing... " I answered unconvincingly. Then, I covered my mouth and whispered into the phone, "The computer guy... he's... he's holding my leg!" "What? You're kidding! Is the bastard hurting you?" he said, his anger rising. "No... no.... It's... it's... not... it's OK. I mean, I'm OK... " I stammered. Mark: Jesus, I couldn't believe I was doing this!' I must have been crazy! But her vibrating foot was making me crazy. 'Shit, what do I do now?' I thought. I could hear her telling the guy on the phone about it! But, she wasn't moving or trying to get my hand off. Damn, she feels sexy under those sheer hose. I eased my grip a little and caressed her soft warm ankle. Very cautiously, I let my hand explore... Barbara: Everything was suddenly very quiet. I felt like I was in a trance or something. I could feel my heart thumping in my chest and I could hear Rob breathing heavily on the other end of the line. Carol, my secretary glanced in at me and waved goodnight. I smiled weakly and waved to her, then I quickly put the phone on my shoulder and began to type. "Barbara, what's happening? What's he... doing?" said Rob with an odd mixture of concern and excitement. "He's... he's caressing my calf,” I reported quietly, "Squeezing me... gently... stroking me... Rob, what do you think I should... mmm... do?" "Well, Mrs. Taylor, you're a married woman and a dedicated professional,” Rob said in an odd, almost amused, tone. ”You might consider trying to stop him. " "Well... Yes, of course... I should... stop... him," I stammered, "Oh... Rob, he... he's brushing his fingers softly around my knee like you... mmm... you do!" Mark: She uncrossed her legs making that incredible, soft swishing sound that hose makes when it rubs against itself. I slid over closer to her, and I could smell that incredible perfume again. As my hand left her knee and drifted up under her skirt, she pulled her legs together sandwiching my hand at about mid-thigh. Her warm, soft, nylon-covered thighs pressing against my hand got me very excited. Her leg grip was really sort of half-hearted though, and, as I began caressing her thighs again, I was easily able to slide my hand up to the top of her stocking and feel her warm, baby soft inner thighs. As I searched for the garter clip, she moved her legs together again, but this time it was almost like a caress. When I finally managed to unclip her stocking, I looked up to see her reaction. Her eyes were staring blankly at the computer screen while she bit her lower lip and continued to click away absently at her keyboard. Her breathing was quietly labored and her large nipples were much more prominent through her thin blouse. Barbara: "Oh, Rob," I whispered, "He's... he's unclipped my garter and starting to... pull down my hose. " I glanced down to my lap and watched my skirt fabric rising and falling over his busy hand. Just down past my hem, I studied the twitching sinews in his strong forearms as he carefully worked my stocking down... Without thinking, I lifted my leg slightly making his job a little easier. Sliding one stocking over my knee, now the other one... I could feel the cool air between my legs. Then, his rough, strong hand started coming back up between my thighs now... stroking... kneading... teasing me... "Oh, mmmm... R-Rob," I whisper, "His big hand is... between my thighs now... mmm... so hot... I'm trying to squeeze his hand with my thighs, Rob... mmm... he's not stopping!" "Is he touching your pussy yet?" Rob breathed softly. "No.... not yet... " I managed weakly, "His hand is... ohh... mmm... yes... now he... mmmm. " He had made a fist and his knuckles were rubbing against my clit through my wet panties. "Oh... Rob... yes,” I moaned, "He's making me... mmm... so wet... very wet... Darling, what should I do? Mmm... those hands... oh... he's rubbing my wet spot now," I said, opening my legs and sliding down in my chair to give him better access. "Rob... is this... ok? I mean him doing this... making me.... ooooh! Rob... he's stuffing my panties way... mmmm!" Mark: I was rubbing her hard now and as she spread her legs a little more, I could smell her perfume mixed with her warm pussy musk. Her panty crotch was soaked and as I pushed the fabric deeper between her soft lips, she began to grind her hips against my fist. I had to get more of this hot pussy, so I reached into my toolbox with my other hand and searched for my small scissors. She looked down at me now and stopped typing. She had actually been typing up till now! I couldn't see, but I guessed that the office was clearing out and she didn't have to keep up appearances any longer. I showed her the scissors, but she just stared at me with glazed eyes. I took that as a 'Yes. ' I rotated her chair a little more toward me and carefully snipped out her soaked panty crotch. I smiled at her as I deliberately put the crotch fabric in my mouth and noisily sucked the juices from it. "You have a delicious little pussy, Ms. Taylor," I said smiling. Barbara: "What's going on, Barb?" Rob asked urgently. "He cut... cut open my panties... " I said apprehensively, "and he's looking at... me". "I heard him say something. " Rob interrupted, "What is he saying?" "He said my pussy... is delicious... Rob," I said almost robotically, "He's spreading my... oh... his head is under my skirt now... he's... licking me... ooh... higher... Oh, Rob, he's going to... " "Jesus, Barb, this is so hot... My cock is rock hard!" Rob breathed, "I guess I should be jealous, but God what a turn on!" "You mean you don't.... oh... oh... he's there... mmmm!" I moaned, "Rob he's licking my... mmmmm... oh, yesss... there... that's... yesss!" I was grinding myself against his face now. I couldn't get enough of that long, fat tongue! I put booth legs over his shoulders and slid further down in the chair, but I still needed more. I grabbed a handful of his hair and jabbed his back hard with my heels. He let out a sharp groan right into my pussy, sending an incredible vibration through my whole body... "Ahhhhh... " I screamed as I went right over the top! "Oooooo... ooh... ooh... nnnnn.... mmmmmm," I was moaning and gasping for breathe as I flooded his face with my hot juices. The Computer Repairman Ch. 2 Chapter 2 Mark: Wow! She had come like a wildcat… all over my face. Now, I was busy licking her dry. I gently set her legs down and peeked up over the desk. Sure enough, the outside office was empty. I slowly stood up next to her chair. She was leaning back in the chair with her eyes closed, mumbling something to the guy on the phone. In a moment, she noticed me standing there and looked a little surprised. I just stood there smiling as her eyes shifted down to my bulge and back up at me then back down. While she was trying to assess the situation, I leaned over and whispered in her ear. Barbara: "Damn, Barbara, he really got you off!" Rob said with what seemed like a twinge of jealousy. "What was that?" Rob asked anxiously, "He said something. I heard it. What did he say?" "He...he said to tell you that...Rob… I" I stammered. "What? Tell me what?" Rob insisted. "Well, he said to tell you that…that he wants like me to..." I switched to a whisper, "suck his cock!" Rob didn't say anything, but I could hear him breathing heavily on the other end. Mark was standing very close now and I couldn't take my eyes away from the large bulge just a few inches from my face. "Rob… it's… it's pretty big judging from this lump in his pants," I said tentatively grazing my fingertips over the denim material. "Awfully hard too, Rob, and...ooh!" I said giggling softly, "I can feel little pulses." "Do you want to do it, Barb?" Rob said almost in a daring tone. "But Rob, what would you...what would think of me?" I said cautiously, "Rob… I mean...if I did it?" I was looking up at Mark and gingerly squeezing his mound trying to gauge the size. Rob was silent, but I could hear him breathing. "Could I just… take took a look, darling? Just a look…?" I suggested as I stroked the thick zipper fabric. Without waiting for an answer, I felt around for the zipper tab and started to gently tug it downward. The pressure on the zipper made it hard going at first, but it slowly began to move and soon it was all the way down. He was off to the side a little, and the man was not helping me at all, so I had to reach in through the fly of his boxer shorts and... "Oh, Rob...." I gasped barely able to get my hand around it. "This is..." I said struggling to pull out the biggest penis I had ever held. When it finally came out, it flicked a small drop of pre-cum right on my cheek. I carefully explored this circumcised phenomenon; feeling the huge vein underneath, wiping a small drop of pre-cum off the tip with my finger and tasting it-"Mmm..!" Mark: She had my cock out now and seemed to be studying it. She was biting her lower lip as her smooth, upper-middle class fingers delicately slid over every inch. She began lightly scraping her nails over the surface, and then, looking up at me, dug them in… just hard enough to get my attention. She said something again to her boyfriend, but I guess he didn't answer. She put the phone down on the desk and with both hands pulled me closer. She lightly licked the pre-cum off with the tip of her tongue. Now, she was rubbing her cheeks with my cockhead… now her neck, using it like a vibrator... licking my tip now... now opening wide and taking just the head in...'mmmm…' She looked up at me now with slightly glazed eyes and gently bit down on the head of my cock, 'ooooh!" Then, holding me with her teeth, swirled her tongue around...teasing my tip. Reaching up now to unbuckle my pants, she pulled them down... 'mmm... ' caressing my balls… squeezing... raking those expensive nails over my delicate swelling sacks... "nnnnng!" Man, it hurt sooo good! As she began to try to take more of me in, I heard her boyfriend saying something on the phone, so I picked up the receiver. "What's his name?" I asked, covering the mouthpiece. "Mwob... mmmm......mwob," she offered between strokes. "Listen," I said into the phone, "I didn't exactly get your... mmmm... name. Ms. Taylor here tried to tell me, but I couldn't... oh… mmmm... understand her. Bob, Rob, something like that?" "Rob" he said quietly. I ran my fingers through her golden brown hair gently urging her to take more. "Rob, I'm Mark," I said, "Ms... mmmm... Ms. Taylor's g… got my cock deep in her lovely mouth now....oooh...mmmm... God! Do you get this all the time? She's soo... good! Her mouth is like... mmmm... like a hot pussy with a tongue! Rob, buddy, I can't last much longer. You want me to hold the phone down where the action is?" "Ugghnn.." Rob grunted. "I'll take that as a 'Yes," I said, "Say 'Hi' to Rob, Ms. Taylor," Barbara: "Ohmm....mmmm....mwob....Mwob!" I gurgled as Mark kept plunging his beautiful cock deeper down my throat. I was pretty sure Rob was a little angry, but, God, I just couldn't seem to get enough of this thing... Oh! There... there was another spasm. He was going to cum! I tried backed off a little just as his first hot blast hit the roof of my mouth... then another… and another. "Mmmm... mmm....mmm... mmm... mmm... mmm... mmm... mmmmmm!" I moaned and gulped as fast as I could as his hot, milky cum filled my mouth. A little of his sweet sticky goo finally overflowed my mouth and ran down my chin. As I licked the rest of the cum off his still-hard penis, I suddenly remembered Rob. "Rob? Are you still there, Darling?" I said contritely, "Are you angry with me?" I could hear him breathing heavily on the other end. "It's just that he has such a beautiful... big..." I said softly, as I absentmindedly ran my fingers over Mark's lovely weapon. "I really couldn't help myself...I just... I mean couldn't keep... well... do you understand, dear?" Then, almost as an afterthought, "Oh, Rob, I'm really a mess here!" I whispered, "he… he came so hard... and so much!" I was sure I heard Rob groan, but he didn't say anything. Mark tapped me on the shoulder and I looked up. He was smiling and he bent over and whispered in my ear again. What he said and his warm breathe on my ear sent a shiver clear through me. "Rob... Rob, honey... are you there?" I said trying to get a response. "I'm here," Rob said very quietly. "Mark, says to tell you..." I said cautiously, "well... he wants me to..." "Tell me, Barbara!" he said sternly. "Rob, honey, don't be mad, but…" I hesitated and whispered, "he said to tell you he's going to… fuck me. He wants to fuck me, Rob." When I looked up at Mark and saw him smiling, I realized that I was still holding his cock gently in my hand. "Rob?" I whispered, "Rob...are you there, honey?" The Computer Repairman Ch. 3 Previous Chapters Chapter 1 – Mark has always had a thing for the older, but very attractive, Legal Dept. executive Barbara Taylor. One day he has to install a CD ROM in her computer while she is working at her desk. While she is in the midst of a phone call with her lover, Rob, Mark takes matters into his own hands. The dazed and amazed Ms. Taylor cannot seem to react to Mark's liberty taking until his tongue is deep inside her juicy treasure. When she does finally react, her actions are deliciously predictable. Chapter 2 – Still dazed from Mark's audacious advances, Ms. Taylor seems determined to find an explanation for the bulge in Mark's trousers. To accomplish this, she in turn takes matters into her own hands – both of them. After all is said and cum, Mark declares to Ms. Taylor that he intends to Fornicate her Under Carnal Knowledge. This episode brought to you by The Whopper and The Big Gulp. Chapter 3 Mark: For what I was planning now, I went and closed the office door. When I came back and looked down at Ms. Taylor, I couldn't get over how beautiful she was. Her soft, golden brown hair was tousled a little and she sat low in her executive chair. I watched her full red lips move as she talked to Rob. Her skirt was still up around her waist and her incredible porcelain thighs opened and closed rhythmically as she talked. She then, almost absentmindedly, reached up and began stroking and lightly squeezing my cock with her delicate, expensively manicured fingers. She seemed to be trying to get this Rob guy to agree to my very indecent proposal. I wanted to do it, so I decided to push the situation. Her eyes got big as saucers when I moved between her legs, grabbing her ankles and lifted them up in the air. She wiggled apprehensively as I slowly spread her long sexy legs wide apart. Then I bent her legs at the knees and rubbed her red high-heels against my cock with, as I looked down at her ripe, wet pussy. "Ms. Taylor, you shouldn't be so stingy," I said with a big smile, "You should share your rare beauty with the world." Barbara: "Rob he's got my legs spread way... oh… wait… no," I gasped as he pulled me around by my legs until my chair was facing my big picture window. My God, all those offices out there! I quickly looked around to see if anyone was watching... Damn, up there in the Hawkins Building...those people were looking! They'd probably seen everything. Now, Mark had switched hands and moved around behind the chair, still holding my legs up and apart giving the people an unobstructed view of my pussy. "Oh please, Mark, no!" I moaned, "Those people... they're looking!" "Of course they are!" he said, "You have a very beautiful pussy, Ms Taylor." "Oh, look! I think they really like you," he said excitedly. The people were smiling and waving. I was dying of embarrassment, but I could feel a familiar warm glow begin to radiate from my pussy and I started to squirm in my seat. "Mark, this is crazy..." I protested weakly. "Show them your tits," he whispered as he lifted and squeezed my right breast. "Oh, no... I can't... Mark, nooo..." I begged, as he began to roughly pinch my nipple through my blouse. I raised my hand to push him away, but my nipples had already begun to betray me. I could feel them hardening under my bra. Instead of pushing him away, I began caressing my other breast and pinching its nipple. Soon, the warm glow between my legs turned hot and began to spread. "Come on, Ms. Taylor, you know you want them to see your luscious titties," he cajoled. "Look, they're waving... they want more... and so do I," he said, thrusting his strong hand right inside my blouse. I could see he was right. They were smiling and waving encouragement just as if they had heard him. Mark: I had been holding her legs up with one hand, but since she was now no longer resisting, I lowered them and draped one leg over each arm of her plush executive chair. Our new friends still had a good view. She was mumbling something to that Rob guy on the phone as I fumbled inside her expensive blouse. I guess I got a little carried away. I popped two buttons before I got her front clip bra unhooked and set her sumptuous mounds free. Damn, she had gorgeous tits! I was on my knees sucking on one nipple and rolling the other between my fingers. "Mmmm… Rob… mmm… he's sucking my… mmm… tit, Rob," she murmured into the phone, "Honey, everyone can… oooooh… see me… see everything… everythinnnnng!" As she was running her fingers through my hair, she put the phone on her shoulder and her other hand headed south to her rigid clit. "Mmmmm…" she whispered into the phone, "They're watching me, honey… all of them. I can see them… oooh… this is soo bad!" I got up, went around behind her chair and, leaning over, firmly gripped her rigid nipples and pulled them out so her tits looked like teepees. She moaned and wiggled and really started rubbing her clit. "Look, Ms. Taylor," I whispered, "they're watching you. Show them what a naughty little tart you are. Finger fuck your pussy for them." "Un-uh… no, that's too… nnnnnnng!" she groaned when I firmly dug my nails into her nipples. "Just do it, Ms. Taylor," I said evenly. She was moaning softly as she slipped one finger down over her erect little clit and deep into her wet pussy. "More," I whispered, "they want more." She groaned softly in protest, but another finger soon disappeared. I could now hear her juices being stirred. "Mmmm… " I whispered, moving the phone a slightly way from her ear so Rob could hear what I was saying. "Ms. Taylor, your cunt is really nice and juicy!" She moaned again, but didn't miss a beat. "Three fingers," I ordered, "Open it up nice and big… for me." "Ooooh… God!" she gasped as her three rigid digits dove deep, "Mmmmm… yess… mmmm!" Her back was arched up now and she really began humping her fingers. I knew she wasn't going to last much longer at that pace. I glanced up at our audience to see if they were taking this all in. They were, but they seemed to be in different positions now. 'Hmm...,' I said to myself, 'I wish I could get a closer look at them. I think they're really getting in to this.' That's when I noticed one of those brass telescopes on a stand near the window. I slid the telescope over close to the chair and focused on our friends. I saw some interesting details. They were arranged guy-girl-guy-girl-guy. The girls had very good figures; one blonde, one brunette. The guy in the center was real heavy and looked like the boss. He had his arm around the waist of both girls. The guy on the right was tall, blonde, and good-looking. He was holding the brunette's hand against what looked to be a considerable hard-on. She was not resisting. The guy on the left looked like a bookkeeper, bow tie and all. I could almost see him blushing as the blonde rubbed his crotch… She was rubbing the boss's too. Smart girl. Barbara: My fingers continued to build an incredible fire down below in my poor little stretched pussy. I couldn't believe how hot I was getting doing this in front of those people. Mark adjusted the telescope for me, and I couldn't believe what I was seeing. The big fat guy in the center had his hands under both girls' sweaters from behind and was reaching around groping their ample breasts at will. The blonde had his big cock out stroking it and rubbing it against the window. The tall guy on the right had the brunette's skirt up in front and was deep into her panties as she worked on his belt. Mr. Peepers had one hand up under Blondie's skirt and was stroking himself. Mark took the phone from me and said, "Rob, Ms. Taylor's been working on her pussy and it's really hot and wet. Listen!" He put the phone speaker on my upper thigh so Rob could hear my pussy juices being whipped up. Damn, I thought, this is so wicked! Now Mark was cupping my breasts again and pinching my nipples. "Oooh, that hurts sooo good!" I moaned, "I've got to...yes ...nnnn....oh." He was pulling my nipples out straight again, and not gently. Then, he abruptly released my nipples and was looking in the telescope. " Oh... don't stop....mmm...," I groaned as I hurriedly replaced his rough attentions with some sweet torture of my own. I was so close to such a delicious orgasm that I… oh, yes, it was CUMMMMMING!! My body went rigid like a board and I stopped breathing as this marvelous hot wave washed over me… and over me… and… I heard Rob's voice asking what had happened and if I was all right. Mark said, "She's fine, but she just had one hellacious cum!" He was wiping my brow gently with a handkerchief and asking me if I was coming back. I smiled weakly and nodded. "I wonder how our friends are doing," he mused, looking through the telescope. "Oh, my!" he said quickly, "Take a look at this!" He carefully held the telescope so that I could see. Blondie was bent over at the waist now, trying to swallow the fat guy's big cock, while holding on to his belt for balance. He had wrapped her long hair around his big fist to control her head movements while he inched a little more down her throat with each thrust. Mr. Peepers had Blondie's panties down and was behind her licking her pussy as her hips wiggled, trying to get more. I couldn't believe it, but the nerd still had his glasses on! The brunette was naked with her tits pressed flat against the windowpane. Her eyes were closed and her mouth open. I could see the big guy behind her with a death grip on her hips and obviously stuffing her pussy. Every time he would thrust deep into her, the flat circles made by her breasts on the window would get bigger like a surprised owl. It was a very weird scene, but it definitely started me tingling again. Mark: "Well, now, Ms. Taylor," I whispered in her ear so Rob could hear, "Are you ready?". She moaned softly, but didn't answer. "I think you are," I said, as I cupped her breasts and rolled her nipples roughly, "but you're going to have to tell me just what you want." "Well?" I pressed, "Are you ready for it… for me, Ms. Taylor?" "Mmm... Mark... I... I really...don't like to say..." she mumbled softly, "well, you know..," I picked up the phone and went around in front of her holding my fully erect cock in my hand. As she looked up at my friend with glazed eyes, I said, "Rob, listen, I think your Ms. Taylor here really wants a good, hard cock fucking." Rob groaned. I smiled and continued. "Thing is, she seems a little hesitant to actually ask for it. But, Rob, you should see her here. I mean, you know how beautiful she is, and she's slouched down in her chair rubbing her wet pussy. She's very ready, Rob!" As I moved closer, she reached up and started to gently stroke my cock. "Oh, Rob, she...mmm... she's holding my cock now! Listen, Rob, I would gladly fuck her right now, but...well you know the EEOC. She could say that I was harassing her and I'd lose my job. Or worse that I had raped her! I just don't think it would be right unless she... oh, yess… mmmm... unless she actually asked me to, you know? Here, Rob, you talk to her." I handed her the phone. Barbara: "Rob?" I whispered, "Rob...this is so crazy, honey... I'm soo hot, but I..." "Do you want him?" Rob said in a sort of strange husky voice. "I...well...well, yes," I admitted quietly, looking up at Mark and gently fingering his big cock, "Are you mad at me, honey?" Mark had lifted my hand and started to slowly lick my sex juices off my fingers. "You want him to fuck you, don't you Barbara?" Rob taunted, "If you want that big cock of his splitting your sweet pussy lips and thrusting deep inside you, you better do as he says" "Oh...Rob!" I gasped, as that image sent a tremor through me. "Ask me," Mark whispered, "or I'm leaving now, Ms. Taylor." "Rob... I mean Mark...no... please...," I pleaded, instinctively holding on to his stiffening friend. He couldn't leave me like this! "I need... I mean... yes...YES!" I blurted. "Say it, Ms. Taylor!" he demanded. "Rob, he wants me to..." I whispered, "Well, you know how I hate to say..." "OK, I'm outta here," said Mark irritated. "No! Mark, please... OK… yes... please..." I murmured "F-fuck... fuck me." As I heard the words come out and Rob groan on the phone, I felt a sudden release. 'Oh, what the hell!' I thought. I pulled Mark's head down and whispered in his ear, "Oh yes, Mark, darling... fuck me... fuck me hard... fuck me deep with this big thing... mmm." I grabbed his cock and put it deep into my mouth.. "Mmmm... yeff... kummam," I garbled past my full mouth, "fwuk mwe... pweeze... mmmm... FWUK MWEE!!" Mark: "Oh, God..." I moaned. That was the second time she tried to talk with my cock in her mouth and the vocal vibrations sent an electric shudder all the way through me! Regretfully, I pulled away from her, picked her up, and carried her over to her desk. Sitting her on the edge, I moved her laptop and cleared her papers off in with one swipe. Not forgetting poor Rob, I moved the phone over on the desk so that he wouldn't miss any thing. As she sat there on the desk in sort of a daze, I lifted her chin and we kissed deeply. She spread her legs and wrapped them around me, pulling my cock up against her soft, undulating mound. Then, she leaned back on her elbows and raised her legs to wrap round my back. This allowed her to rub her hot, wet pussy lips up and down the underside of my shaft like a hot dog in a buttery bun. She moaned and pulled me even tighter. We both enjoyed this hot juicy rubbing for a while, but then, against considerable protest, I unwrapped her legs and held them up in the air and wide apart. God, what a hot sight! She still had her red heels on plus one stocking, and her shapely porcelain legs came together at a pair of beautiful, puffy, dripping pussy lips. Her little clit was standing at attention and, just above it, her soft, soaked, golden brown pussy hair lay matted flat against her mound. She was lying back on the desk now pinching her nipples and rolling her hips with increasing urgency. "Mark... mmmm... come on!" she moaned, "oooh... mmmm... MARRRK!" "Rob, I think our lady is ready," I said moving my cock head against her throbbing treasure. I inched forward and said, "Rob, her luscious pussy lips are swallowing my swollen cock head right… mmmmm… now!" "Ohh... oohh... Mark!" she gasped, "It's so… mmm… big!" "It's OK," I assured her, "just relax and you'll adjust. Just relax." "Oh, my!" she said amazed, "You're opening me right up, aren't you?" "Yes," I smiled, "Does it feel better now?" "Mmmm… yes… better now, " she said dreamily, "God, I'm so full!" Now, I could feel her tight pussy muscles beginning to gently flex around my cock. "Hmmm… " I said amused, "You're beginning to play with me aren't you?" "Oh, God!" she giggled, "You can feel that?" "Sure," I said, "it feels great!" Then, leaning over close to her face I said softly, "You're ready aren't you?" She looked up at me nervously saying. "Yes, Mark, I am." And then smiling slightly she said softly, "Give it to me…" "Yes, Ma'am," I said, "Here it comes…" Barbara: "AAAAAAAAAGH!!" I screamed, and almost fainted, as he thrust that monster deep into my poor little pussy. I had never felt so filled… and so taken! An incredible wave of sensation passed through my whole body and I came instantly gushing all over Mark and my desk. After a few moments, when I had caught my breath and begun to come down from that sweet mountain, he began to slowly pull out of me. I tried desperately to hold him with my legs and my pussy muscles, but he was too strong. When his head was just about to leave my lips, he stopped. "MMMMM!!" I gasped as he thrust even deeper this time. Then slowly out and… "Oh, God... MMMM!!" again! "Oh, yes... MMMM!!" deeper! "Oh, yesss… MMMM!!" m-more! "Oh, Mark... MMMM!!" yes! "Oh, oh... MMMM!!" faster now. "Oh,oh...MMMM!!" oh, yes! "Oh... MMMM!!" fucking me! "MMMM!!" oh, yess! Now he was in high gear, ramming his hot bitch relentlessly and I only wanted more! "MMMM!... YESSS!... YESSS!... MMMMM!... OH, YESS!... MMMM!… MMMM!... AAAAAAAA!!" When I felt Mark's hot cum gush into me, I came so hard everything when black and I was floating around aimlessly in space. After some time I heard faint voices... They were getting stronger now. "No, no, Rob I think she's OK!" Mark was saying as he put a wet towel on my forehead. "Really...I think she just fainted...wait...her eyes are opening. You OK, Ms. Taylor? Are you OK?" said Mark looking worried. "She'd better be!" said Rob yelling into the phone. "Mmm... wow... mmm," I managed weakly. "Are you OK, Honey?" said Rob. "Mmm...y-yes...yes... I'm OK, Rob" I said. I felt weak, but warm and tingly all over. I pulled Mark's head down to my breasts and tried to catch my breath. "God, that was incredible!" I murmured and I gently stroked Mark's hair. "For me, too," Mark whispered against my breast, "It was awesome!" I smiled and leaned back feeling warm, and whole, and totally satisfied. The Computer Repairman Ch. 4 Previous Chapters Chapter 1 – Mark has always had a thing for the older, but very attractive, Legal Dept. executive Barbara Taylor. One day he has to install a CD ROM in her computer while she is working at her desk. While she is in the midst of a phone call with her lover, Rob, Mark takes matters into his own hands. The dazed and amazed Ms. Taylor cannot seem to react to Mark’s liberty taking until his tongue is deep inside her juicy treasure. When she does finally react, her actions are deliciously predictable. Chapter 2 – Still dazed from Mark’s audacious advances, Ms. Taylor seems determined to find an explanation for the bulge in Mark’s trousers. To accomplish this, she in turn takes matters into her own hands – both of them. After all is said and cum, Mark declares to Ms. Taylor that he intends to Fornicate her Under Carnal Knowledge. This episode brought to you by The Whopper and The Big Gulp. Chapter 3 – Mark exposes Ms. Taylor in all her glory and she realized what a turn on it is to be appreciated from afar. Then Mark further expands her ready and waiting horizons again and again and again. * * * * * Chapter 4 James: I usually starts my clean up in the Legal Dept. at 5:30, 'cause everybody usually gone by then. Once in a while though, someone is working late, and sometimes they is here workin' OUT, if you get my drift. (grin). When I heard those noises commin' from one of the up front offices, I knew which was which. So I done moved up real quiet like to see what I could see. When I got to the office, I eased open the door just a crack and there it was. These two white folks was really rippin' it in half! I knew the guy. He was a computer guy from the 4th floor, but I didn't recognize the babe right away. Then I figured out she must be one of them uppity-up executive bitches that always looked at me like I was some fuckin' convict or something. My man was definitely strokin' that bitch and she...man, she couldn't get enough of that little salami of his. She was moaning and groaning so loud, you could probably hear her upstairs. Then, when they went over the top, she screamed real loud and went dead quiet. Computer Man got a little worried at first, but he finally brought her ‘round. They was just resting there together on the desk and I realized that watching all that humpin had made my bone hard as a hammer. That got me wondering was there anything I could do to help(grin). "You folks OK in here?" I said leaning in the door. "What the…?" Computer Boy said as he jumped up. "Oh, who's tha...oh, Damn!" the bitch said,. She got all spooked and tried to cover up. He finally found her blouse and she pulled it over herself. "I just heard some noises...." I explained, "I thought maybe somebody..." "N-no...no...we're OK!" she said, "We're OK...really!" Damn, them white women can really blush. Her face was red as a... "Could...could you please...could you just leave," she stammered, "and... and give us a chance to... well you know! "Well...," I said moving toward the desk, "as long as nobody's hurt..." "Nobody's hurt, damn it!" she was yellin’, "Now, please just...just LEAVE!" I looked at my man Computer Boy and he was trying his best to hold back a big smile. "Well, I'm truly sorry, Ma'am, but you know the management says I should keep my eyes open for anything unusual like, you know? And... well, when I looked in and seen you two going at each other in here so hot and very heavy like... Well, Ma'am, that was definitely… unusual." "Oh, God...," she groaned hiding her face in her hands, "You were watching us?" "Well, Ma'am," I explained, "I felt it was my duty to investigate those very mysterious sounds. And, if I may say so, Ma’am, that was some of the finest, hottest fuckin' I seen in a long time!" She groaned again. "My man here was doin some real magic with his little buddy there!" "Little?" she blurted out without thinking. "Yes Ma'am, but he done real good," I said smiling at the man, "Didn't he, Ma’am? I mean, just watchin’ you folks got my bone hard as a hammer. Still a little that way now..." I said rubbin the bulge runnin down my leg. Barbara: God, I was so embarrassed...and angry! I kept my face down and held my blouse over my chest and crotch. I wanted to die! That's why I can't believe I caught myself peeking through my fingers at this huge black man's crotch. I couldn't believe it! He had this huge thing the size of a foot long cucumber running down his leg and straining at his trouser fabric. "Hey, Lady, you looking at me!" he said surprised. 'Oh, God!,' I closes my eyes and turned away quickly like a little girl caught with her hand in the cookie jar. "Man, you see that?" he said, looking at Mark. "This bitch was lo-o-o-kin' at me!" He moved closer to me and, pretending to whisper in my ear, said, "He-ey, Momma... you ever seen a big, black machine like mine close up?" 'Oh, God!' Where was Mark? Why wasn't he stopping this? And Rob...?' "Come on, Momma...," he smoothly, "It ain't nothun' to be ashamed of. I mean, it's not like a nice, lily-white, upscale lady, like yourself, run across a big, jet black war club like mine everyday... unless a' coarse she lo-o-o-kin' for it. Know what I mean? Heh, heh!" "Please...ah...?" I said fumbling for a way to address him. "James, Ma'm...James." he said slowly. "J-James..." I said softly, "could you please just let us... just let us get dressed and go?" My plea seemed, even to me, to lack any real conviction and I began to feel a familiar tension building. "I understand, Ma'am," he said in a consoling tone, "It's just that us brothers... well, we don't have a real lot to be proud of, you know? Well, this here is my pride and joy, so to speak, you know," he said grabbing the lump in his pants. "And... well, if I could just get the real honest opinion of a beautiful...sensual white woman like yourself... well... you know what I mean, Ma'am?" I found myself nodding slowly. "Oh, thank you, Ma'am" he said with a mocking solicitude. "Listen, Ma'am, why don't you just move down here to your chair and be comfortable," he said, gently guiding me over to my chair. "You can see better from here." he said and then added, "Oh, Ma'am, when he's in this state, I can't never get him out my fly hole. I'll have to just slide down my pants... OK?" he said looking directly at me. I nodded apprehensively and squeezed my legs together to control the building heat. As he slowly undid his belt and dropped his trousers, I stayed very still fighting for control. What the hell was I doing? When he bent over to slide down his boxer shorts, his huge, black, uncircumcised monster sprang up nearly missing my face and flipping a drop of pre-cum over onto my arm. He stood there beaming with pride and I just sat there, my eyes wide as saucers, staring at the biggest cock I had ever seen, even in pictures! I couldn't take my eyes off of it. It was like I was in a trance. Everything seemed to disappear, except for James' huge cock! "You like it...?" he asked, "You wanna' check him out, momma? Go head! Just be nice to him...real nice! Know what I'm saying?" When I just continued to stare, he leaned over and whispered, "Lady, I'd just love to feel those soft, white fingers of yours wrapped around this big, black, workin' man's cock.. And you know what else, Lady...," he said, pausing for effect, "I think you would like it too." I watched as my hand slowly rose to touch it. God, I couldn't even get my fingers all the way around it. James moved closer. Two hands, now, as my blouse fell to my lap. Curious, I slid his huge foreskin back to see his moist cock head. With one finger, I slowly spread his pre-cum around on the surface until it gleamed like a coat of fresh nail polish. James: "You want to taste it, don’t ya, Ma’am?" I said slowly closing the short distance between us. She shook her head slowly from side to side, but she didn't move away. "Common' now, momma, you come this far." I said, "You don't wanna go home without just a little taste, do you?" I pressed it against her lips and, as they parted, I could feel her teeth clenched together. But before I could say anything, I saw her movin' my cock back and forth across her lips like a toothbrush or somethin'. Then she was rubbin' her face with it and finally up and down her neck. "What about those hot little titties of yours, momma?" I said, "They look like they could use a good cock rubbin'." She sat up in her chair, stuck her chest out, and seriously went to work on her soft, white tits with Ole James' special tool. Damn, there is nothin' softer than a woman's tit, I thought...unless o'course its the inside of her pussy. This horny vanilla bitch was rubbin' my pre-cum all over herself. Her nipples were rock hard and her skin was beginnin' to show red. "OK, momma, that's enough playing with your own self." I said, "My cock needs you pretty little mouth around it right now!" She looks up at me sorta' fraid, so I smiled and took a handful of her soft hair, gently pulling her to me. Her mouth eased open and my cock head slid slowly past her teeth to the roof of her mouth. She moaned as I gave her a little more, but I could feel her tongue cautiously begin to work on me. I pulled almost all the way out and then back in. This time, as I slid past those soft ruby lips, there was no resistance. "Hell, you beginnin' to get into this, ain't you, babe?" I said. "Mmmm..." she mumbled. "I didn't understand you, Baby." I pretended, "What you say?" "Mmmm.....yeff!" she garbled as my cock went deeper. I looked at Computer Man and he was busy stroking his little buddie. 'Yes!,' I thought, 'this hot vanilla bitch is mine tonight!' "You ever taste Brother Cum, Ma’am?" I said. She shook her head slightly. "You want to try it though, don't you?" I said, as she slid my head between her lips. "You want more, don't you Momma? You want a whole fuckin' mouthful don't you, baby?" She had me deeper now, workin my head with her tongue. "I asked you a question, Baby!" I said pretending like I was gettin' mad. "You want a big mouthful of Brother Cum, don't you, baby!" I said soundin' tough. "Yeff... mmmm... pweeve... mmmm.....yeefff!" she moaned as she worked harder now. Mark: God, what a hot scene! Ms. Taylor was really working this guy's huge cock now. I could almost see her throat bulge on the deep strokes. She had one hand on his cock and the other stuffing her pussy. Her hair was tangled in his big fingers and her luscious tits were bouncing in unison with her bobbing head. James was standing up rigid saying, "Common, Baby, you almost to the Promised Land. That's it, suck me good, momma!" Then, he froze, went up on his tiptoes, groaned and came! Ms. Taylor's cheeks puffed out as they filled with his cum. She was swallowing like mad, but he just kept cumming! Soon I could see his creamy load oozing out of her mouth and running down her chin. A big gob dropped down onto one of her tits and, sliding down over the nipple, trailed a thin stream of viscous cum all the way to the floor. The guy wiped his cum off her face with her hair and then told her to lick him clean, which she did immediately. "What's going on there?" croaked Rob from the phone. God, I forgot all about Rob! "Who the fuck is that?" said James, somewhat alarmed. "It's her boyfriend," I explained, "He's been listening since the beginning." "Shit, you say!" said James laughing, "He was just sitting there, jerkin off while we do his woman? Man, you white folks is really fucked UP!" Then he got a gleam in his eye and picked up the phone. "What your name, white boy?" "Rob" he said meekly. "Well, Rob, I gonna put you hot little woman on the phone and she gonna give you some news, dig?" and without waiting for an answer, he handed the phone to Ms. Taylor. "Now you tell the man just what I tell you, understand?" he said forcefully. Then he smiled and added, "Or you don't get no dessert, get it?" Ms. Taylor was in sort of a daze as she nodded to James and took the phone. "Hello, Rob?" she said as James lifted her hand to his semi-soft cock and she began absent-mindedly stroking it. "Yes... yes, I'm OK, honey... yes... really." When James leaned over and whispered in her ear, she looked up at him with pleading eyes, but got no reprieve. "R-Rob... I-I just sucked James' cock." Whisper "He… let me suck his big… big, black cock..." she said glancing at James’ growing member in her hand. Whisper. "Rob, he says I'm a real..." Whisper. "hot , white... slut." Whisper. "And I need more... more fucking than you can give me... Rob?" Whisper "Rob, he says he's going to fuck me now so you... no, James, I can't!" Whisper. "...so you...so you can hear me being fucked by a real man... honey, I…" she tried to explain, but James grabbed the phone and put it down on the desk. "Well, Momma, you want to get that hot little pussy stuffed, you better get you ass up on this desk." he said sarcastically. When Ms. Taylor hesitated, James said, "Well, Missy, you do want some o' Mr. Friendly here, or not?" Slowly letting go of James' now hard cock, she got up out of the chair and lay down on her back on the desk. James raised her legs over his shoulders and slid her toward him. He slipped two large fingers deep into her wet pussy lips as Ms. Taylor moaned and rocked her hips. Then as he licked her juices off his fingers, James said, "Well, Rob my man, this bitch's pussy is ready to be fucked!" Looking at Ms. Taylor, he said "Ain't that right, Baby?" Barbara: When I just moaned, but didn't answer, he got irritated. He pushed my legs back and grabbing my nipples hard whispered in my ear. It was like I was in a trance. My head was swirling, my nipples stinging, and my pussy throbbing. His hot breathe whispered outrageous things, but I was beyond reason. Whatever this big, smelly, black brute wanted me to do, I would do. I was his! "Rob...R-Rob," I moaned, struggling to remember James’ exact words, "I...I’m going to let this big, black...big, black, stud fuck me, Rob... fuck me raw, Rob. Rob, honey, I really don’t mean... AAAGGHH!!" The head of his huge tool was splitting my tender pussy, but then I screamed he stopped and withdrew a little. "Oh, please James, no! You're too bi...AAAGGHH!" He thrust it in deeper this time. God, it hurts so much! And then again… and again. But despite the pain, I could feel my pussy muscles slowly expanding to accommodate his monster. After a few more thrusts, I felt the pain gradually being replaced by an incredible feeling of fullness and a familiar warmth as my pussy relaxed even further to accept James' huge intruder. "That's it, Baby! You openin' up," said James. "You startin’ to like James fuckin you, ain't you?" He was right. Now, I couldn't seem to get enough of him. My hips were bucking and my legs were wrapped tight around his big waist. "Oh, James... oh... mmmm... yes" I gasped, "Mmmmm... oh, yes... that's it... mmmmore... oh yes!" Mark: I couldn't just sit and watch any longer, so I went over and turned Ms. Taylor’s head toward me. She was moaning and groaning each time James stuffed that telephone pole of his deep inside her. Her mouth was wide open and I watched her reaction as I rubbed my cock up and down her soft lips. She looked up at me with sort of dazed smile and closed her mouth around my cock head. As I slid my cock in deeper, I could feel her tongue and throat begin working on me. "Hey, Rob!" I said into the phone, "We're both fucking her now! James in her pussy and me in her sweet little mouth!" I could hear Rob groan on the other end of the line. "Ain't that right, Ms Taylor?" I said and put the phone down next to her mouth. "Mmmm... ohh... mmmm... yeff… mmmm... yeff... Oh… OH!" she gasped. We were all three getting ready to cum. James and I were pumping her fast now and she was writhing and moaning like a wild woman. James came first and his cum squirted out of her pussy like a fire hose. "Aaaaaaagghh!" Ms. Taylor screamed as she came, "OH! OH! Mmmmmm YESS! Mmmm Yesss!" Her scream sent vibrations through my cock and put me over the edge. I pumped a full load into her mouth. She was so far out of it though, moaning and screaming, that she didn't even try to swallow, and my cum bubbled out of her mouth and flew all over the place. In a few moments, it was over and we all collapsed in a sticky, sweaty heap on her desk. Barbara: The next thing I remember was hearing Rob on the phone. "Hey, is anybody there? Hey!" "Yes, Honey, I'm here," I said exhausted. This got the other two stirring. I realized that James soft cock was still deep inside my very sore pussy. He gently withdrew it and smiled at me. "We'll help you clean up here, lady," he said. "Are you all right, Barbara?" said Rob. "A little sore, but yes I'm OK, honey" I said softly, "But God, it was… so… so wild!" I lay back down on the desk basking in the raw sensuality of the last hour. Mark: James and I cleaned up as much as possible with James' supplies. We offered Ms. Taylor some towels to clean up with. She took one, and then waved us off with a dreamy smile and continued talking softly to Rob. As we left, she gave us a faint wave and smile, and then went back to talking to Rob.