3 comments/ 25997 views/ 8 favorites Malware Policy Discipline Ch. 01 By: beshakis This story is based upon real people, not real events. Names have been changed to protect the innocent and the devious. I hope this is merely the first of at least a few chapters in this saga. ----------------------------------------------- Some things you fantasize about over and over. Winning a lottery. Becoming a celebrity. Banging a hot celebrity. Banging a hot anything. All of them require events to fall into place just so. Like catching lightning in a bottle. One of Kevin Schmitz' more endearing (and enduring) fantasies had been brought to life 6 months ago when Kirsten Dale got malware on her work pc while surfing the internet. He had hoped then that with a little patience and a little luck, he could be banging that hot piece of ass eventually. Kevin Schmitz worked in IT at Willigs, a small- to mid-size company in Madison. Willigs employed about 275 people in their main office in Madison. They had some smaller satellite locations in the upper Midwest but Madison was the home office. Kevin had grown cynical in his job. Willigs was once a smaller environment, more family-like. Decisions were made by a small group of upper management who had the best interests of Willigs in mind; just like it is supposed to be. But after 20 years at Willigs -- 10 of them in the IT department -- Kevin had seen a deterioration of commonsense management. Departments had become business entities unto themselves. Each department developed their own turf and rarely did Kevin see decisions made based upon what was good for the bottom line. Web security was something Kevin had come to specialize in over the last few years. Willigs accepted credit card payments and thus was in the middle of becoming PCI compliant. Kevin was all onboard with that effort. Willigs had seen an increase in malware incidents the last few year since a third-party firm was hired to monitor network traffic. Kevin was usually the IT guy assigned the task of cleaning up a pc that got a trojan or other piece of messy malware. Willigs' upper management had become increasingly tired of the amount of malware its employees were getting on their pc's. Everyone knew that if the wrong kind of malware got on the wrong pc and went undetected long enough, it could mean unprecedented disaster for Willigs. A key-logging trojan that leaked out customer credit card numbers was their worst fear. Therefore, the level of paranoia about pc users getting malware was on the rise. Right or wrong, upper management felt that users were solely responsible for malware getting into their work pc's. There was talk of disciplinary sanctions against employees who got malware. There was a widespread rumor that upper management was looking to make an example out of somebody. Kevin, being deeply involved in Willigs' policies regarding internet usage, knew that no such effort was underway. The one thing any company with 10 or more employees was good at was spreading stupid rumors. But Kirsten Dale didn't know that. And Kevin Schmitz counted on that. Kirsten Dale was hot. Just plain hot. She stood about 5'-10", long legs, slim, blonde, pretty face. Not a porn star size chest but what she had looked good on her 25-year old body. Since Kevin had dealt with her one other time -- the first time she got malware about 6 months ago -- he knew she wasn't real smart. A simple clerk in the merchandising department. She chased paperwork and, if another rumor was to be believed, she didn't even do it well. Whenever Kevin got a work order for a hot chic, there was always the 7th-grade-kid-in-study-hall part of him that wanted to tell the chic that he'd move her up to his top priority for a blow job. Alas, Kevin never tried that one. Something about not wanting a sexual harassment complaint in his file kept him from actually saying it. So on July 13, 2010, at 3:10pm when the work order came in saying that DefenderPlus had flagged her pc for the Zeus trojan, he wondered if he had just caught that lightning in a bottle. "Well, maybe not quite lightning in a bottle," Kevin thought to himself. But surely, opportunity and circumstance had met nicely. "But I'm gonna fuck her brains out for this one. Well, I'm gonna try." He almost picked up the phone and called her right away. Then he put the phone down, got up from his desk and went outside for a brief walk. He had to think this through. "Should I?" "How would I carry this off?" "What if it failed?" "What if she's not so dumb and doesn't fall for it?" "What should I do first?" He thought it best not to do anything right away. He'd think on it over night and come in tomorrow with some sort of a plan. The next day, Thursday, started off shitty. He had a voice mail from the corporate lawyer: "Kevin, this is Jack. My laptop's doing something funny since you rebuilt it yesterday. I can't have it like this. I need it for just about everything I do. Please call me right away." "Fuck," Kevin muttered to himself. "There goes my day. Probably the next 2 days if I have to rebuild that fucking thing again." Jack Reagle was Willigs' lawyer and a fucking prick to boot. No one respected him and a call from him usually meant a huge lack of fun in your day. Suffice to say, the Kirsten Dale plan was just nixed. If he had to deal with Reagle's laptop again, the Kirsten Dale work order would be given to someone else. "Well, maybe Ted can end up fucking her," he chuckled as he thought of that. Ted was his IT co-worker. Approaching 60, Ted was a fundamentalist religious zealot who was so right-wing, he'd make Rush Limbaugh look like Hillary Clinton's running mate for 2012. He called Jack's extension and was greeted with a professional, "Mr. Reagles' office, this is Kate. How can I help you?" "Hi, Kate. Kevin Schmitz here. Jack left a voice mail to call him." "Oh, OK," she said, "I'll put you through." Kate was Jack Reagles' ever-faithful paralegal. She was a stuffy, stodgy old woman but Kevin respected her mightily after seeing how Jack treated her like shit. 10 seconds later he was greeted with a rushed, "This is Jack Reagles." "Hey, Mr. Reagles. Kevin Schmitz returning your call." And with that he was prepared for his day to be ruined. He'd seen it before from this guy. Reagles was a pro at exaggerating his problems and most of the time just didn't know what the hell he was talking about. He treated everybody like shit. Kevin would have to get in a long line if Willigs held a Kick Jack Reagles' Ass Day. "Oh yeah, Kevin. You know what? Doesn't look like anything's wrong after all. I remember now you telling me this screen would pop up at my first login. I just figured it was a message that meant disaster. I clicked 'OK' on it like you said and everything looks good. The laptop seems to be working much better since you did what you did with it yesterday." "Ah, well, that's great," Kevin replied, relieved in about 47 different ways. "OK," Reagles said. "Thanks," and he hung up. "Fuck," Kevin said aloud. "Talk about dodging a bullet. I feel like I just got excused from a 2-day seminar on How To Keep Your Cubicle Clean. Man what a break." And then his devious mind wondered if that was a sign... "I just got out of a potential 2-day task from hell. Those things don't just happen. Let's do this..." and he got a little flush from excitement. Kevin dialed Kirsten Dale's number and waited. "Merchandising, this is Kirsten," her voice rising at the end. "Christ," Kevin thought to himself. "She even sounds like a dumb blonde." "Hey, Kirsten," Kevin began. "This is Kevin Schmitz from IT. We have a 3rd party company called DefenderPlus that monitors our network activity. They flagged your pc for malware yesterday afternoon. I should have called you then but I couldn't get away from what I was working on." "Oh no," she gasped. "What does that mean?" "Well, did you see anything unusual pop up on your screen yesterday at about 3:00?" he asked her. "Well yeah, I got the pop up that said my pc was being scanned for malware. I clicked OK to let it do a scan and then went on break." "Yikes," Kevin said aloud to her. "You went to all of those education sessions last summer about this right?" "Yeah, I remember those," Kirsten said in her sexy dumb voice. "Remember how we said not to click on anything on those screens? And certainly not to click 'OK'?" "Oh, I'm sorry!" she said. "Is this like the thing I got a few months ago where you had to take my pc for a few hours?" "Well, it's kind of like that but this one is a bit more serious," Kevin said carefully. "In fact, I'm going to have to take your pc right away and scrub it." "Scrub it?" she asked. "What does scrub mean?" "Well," Kevin started, "that means your pc gets wiped out and rebuilt." "How long does that take because I've got quotes to get out from yesterday's presentation." "You won't have a pc today. It takes a good day to wipe and rebuild a hard drive." "Oh no," she started. "What am I—" "You'll have to contact your pc liaison for another pc," Kevin interrupted. "I assume your department has a loaner pc." "I don't know," she replied sounding blonder and dumber than ever. "I'll have to find out from Chris..." "Alright, I'll be over in a minute and get it. Can you just close out everything you have open and shut it down?" he asked. "OK. You're coming over right now?" "Yep," he said wanting to sound rushed and important. A rare treat. With that, he hung up and took the 30 second walk to Merchandising. Her pc was just logging off when he arrived. He gave a little knock on her cubicle wall and she got up from her chair to give him access to her pc. She was looking hot as usual. Since it was July, she was dressed light. Kirsten was known for wearing white pants with real thin material that never left doubt whether Kirsten was -- or wasn't -- wearing undies. He was gone the day last month when she apparently wore similar white pants that showed off her light yellow thong. "I never get to see anything," Kevin said after hearing about it. Working up the courage, he said in a low voice, "Now, I'm not sure how this new policy will work. I don't know if it's your supervisor who will talk to you or what." Nervously, Kirsten quietly said, "Talk to me about what?" "Well," he started while disconnecting her mouse & keyboard from the back of the pc, "this malware you got is a bad one. This is a key-logger that keeps track of everything you type. Passwords, usernames, you name it. And since this is your second time getting malware..." With a puzzled, worried look, she said, "I don't know what that means." Lifting up her pc he noticed that her office neighbors were doing their best to listen in. He moved to the entrance of her 8' x 8' cube and let her sit back in her chair. He took a step toward and said, almost in a whisper, "Look, I'll do my best to help you out here but I can only do so much. Rules are rules." "Rules, I—" she started. "I'm not sure who will check the logs to see where you were in the internet at the time this malware traffic was flagged. That part wasn't assigned to me. But typically in these cases we check out where the user was in the internet so we know if it was work-related or a personal web surfing. Upper management is taking a tougher stance on personal internet surfing, mainly because of things like what happened here." "But I was just, they were sites that I always... It couldn't have been..." her voice trailed off looking up at Kevin. "I know, but it's not up to me," he replied still in a low voice. "Let me do some checking on what's going on here and I'll get back to you, OK? In the meantime, just don't say anything to anyone about what's going on." Then in a louder voice, "We'll check it out but there wasn't anything you could do; wasn't your fault. I'll let you know." And he walked off. Kevin got back to his cube and went out about his business as usual. He waited for 15 minutes and then called Kirsten. "Hey, Kirsten. Kevin here," he said keeping his voice low so he couldn't be heard by his office mates. The office he worked out of was small and the cube walls didn't allow much privacy. Kevin's cube was right up against Ted's. Their cubes were set up essentially as though they shared one big cube with a small wall not quite cutting their areas in half. Anything he said in a regular voice could be heard by Ted so he had to be careful. Fortunately, Ted's hearing had deteriorated in the last couple of years. "Oh, hi," Kirsten said. "OK, here's the deal," Kevin began. "Everything we do in the internet is logged. Every web site you go to, everything." "I didn't know that," she replied quietly. Kevin had a feeling that "I didn't know that" was something that came out of poor Kirsten's mouth a lot. "I brought that up in the web security meeting with your department last year. Anyway, as I told you a bit ago, at some point soon those logs will be checked specifically for your web activity at the time this malware traffic was flagged. I'm guessing you were doing some personal internet browsing at about 3:00pm yesterday when you got that screen pop-up?" Kirsten gave a flustered whimper. "But everybody does that on the internet!" "Heck," Kevin replied, "I know that. I do it, too. But what upper management is concerned with is the personal web browsing that leads to malware, and especially key-logging malware. I'm sure you remember what we said last year about what key-logging trojans do and why they're so dangerous." "I guess, yeah," Kirsten said with all the confidence of a hot chic who most certainly did not remember. "Well anyway, what's gonna happen is those logs will be checked and somebody -- probably your supervisor -- will talk to you about it." Kevin was doing his best to sound like someone most definitely not in her corner. "From there, I have no idea what will happen. I do know that upper management wants to take a tougher stance on this." "Oh my god!" she said. "Will they fire me? I just bought a new car!" "Hey, I don't know about that end of it. I'm just telling you what to expect." Kevin was glad he didn't have to spell things out to her in excruciating detail. She was getting the gist of her problem quite nicely. "Did you have Chris get you a replacement pc yet?" "Yes, she just finished hooking it up. Will this pc have my files on it?" she asked. "I assume you mean hard drive files," Kevin said smiling. "I'll save off everything in your My Documents folder and put them in your U: drive user folder. You know where that is, right?" "I think so, yes," she replied. Kevin knew he'd be getting a phone call later about where those files are. "OK, give me 10 minutes and they'll be saved there. Did Chris get your email profile set up ok?" "Let me check," Kirsten said as she fumbled with the phone while she clicked her mouse around. After several seconds she said, "Yes, I can see my emails." "OK, you're good to go then. I'll let you know when your pc is good to go. Bye," and he hung up. "Well," Kevin thought to himself, "so far so good." He knew he'd really have to sell the this-is-really-bad-for-you angle. That she commented about having a new car to pay for meant she was vulnerable. He liked vulnerable. A vulnerable hot chic gave him a woody. Kevin waited an hour and then sent her an email. "Everything OK on your replacement pc?" Her reply came within 15 seconds. That was a good sign. He had her attention. "Yes, thanks. Do you know if my boss was given those log things you talked about? The things that will show what sites I was in when this happened?" Wondering if he should wait a while before replying, he got up & went to the bathroom. All the way to the restroom Kevin thought about how wonderfully this could play out. It was a bit uncomfortable peeing with a hard-on. He got back to his desk and fired off a reply: "I'm guessing that's been done. The guy who does this usually does that right away and sends the log file to Human Resources. HR then deals with the employee discipline side of it." He still wanted to lay on the business-as-usual tone. Make her sweat. Again, her reply was almost immediate. "She must really be sweating over this," he thought to himself, chuckling a bit. "I'm just not very nice." "HR! OMG! People surf the internet all the time! Why would they pick on me? Will they fire me?" Kevin replied right away: "Like I said before, I don't deal with that side of it. I can only say that upper management is getting tired of this stuff and really wants to send a signal. I'm sure it's being discussed by somebody right now." He saw her reply come back right away again. Instead of opening it, he went on with working on scrubbing her pc. It was 9:30 by now. Making her sweat a bit might not hurt his case at all. At 10:30 he opened her email: "OK, thanks." He deleted that one and started a new thread. Kevin's email to Kirsten: "Alright, here's the deal. *I* got assigned the task of checking the logs for your internet activity at the time your pc was flagged for this trojan. I probably don't have to tell you the sites you were in. Is your boss Sheila or Carol?" At this point he knew her reply would be immediate. Kirsten: "My boss is Carol. So you will email her the log? And then what?" Kevin: "The upper management committee on web security will have to be cc'd on the email to Carol so they'll see this log file, too. In addition, I include a summary of the findings because they'll likely not know what the crap in this log file means. Procedure then is that Carol will have to meet with that committee before she meets with you. From there, I don't know exactly. I can only say that you picked a bad time to do this one, Kirsten." Kirsten: "Well, there goes this job, right? I can't mooch off my fiancé. I don't know what I am going to do." Kevin pretty much knew he had her but he still had to be careful. The number of fibs he'd told at this point could really get him into hot water. Nothing he'd said to this point alluded to anything sexual but he knew it was time to start with that. He couldn't wait any longer. He got hard just thinking about where this could lead if he played his cards right. He waited until Ted left for lunch at 11:30 and then called her. He was doubly lucky in that his other 2 office mates were out of the office at the moment. "Hey, Kirsten, Kevin here," he started, wondering exactly how this would play out. He kept his voice low hoping she would get the hint. He certainly didn't want anyone on her end to hear what was going on. Obviously, from Kevin's perspective, no one could know what was going on. Immediately, she asked, "Did you send the email?" "No," Kevin replied simply. "That's what I want to talk to you about. Look, I don't want to see you get fired—" "Fired!" she shot back in a whisper. "I can't believe—" "Hang on, hang on!" Kevin interrupted. "Look, do you have people there that can hear you?" "Well, there are people around here, yes," Kirsten said. "I don't feel comfortable talking about this where anyone can hear," he said. "Are you going out for lunch? Can you meet?" "Meet?" she asked. "Meet about what?" "About the mess you're in!" Kevin said, getting a little perturbed. "Well, why can't you just tell me now?" "Like I said, I don't wan to see you get fired. I haven't sent that email yet and I wanted to talk to you about that. But not so that others can hear. Do you want to meet to talk or not?" "OK," she said. "I can. Where?" "You know where the parking ramp is by the Kohl's on Holt Avenue?" Malware Policy Discipline Ch. 01 "Yes." Kevin was encouraged so far by the fact she wasn't flat-out saying 'no' to anything. "OK, enter from the Holt Avenue side, turn left & go down to the bottom level. Hardly anyone uses that ramp and no one at all uses the bottom. Got it?" Kirsten paused for a few seconds before asking, "Why this parking ramp? I don't—" "Look," Kevin said quickly, "we can skip this. I'll just send the email and be done with it, OK?" "No, no!" she said a little louder. "OK, I'll meet you there. When?" "Can you leave now," Kevin asked. "Yes, I suppose." "OK, good. What kind of car do you drive?" he asked. "I have a silver Tercel with a sun roof." Finally, Kevin was relieved. "Alright, I'll meet you there." Kevin hung up. He was already flush with excitement. In a weird way, he was too excited to get a hard-on. He waited 5 minutes to make sure she got there ahead of him and then took off. 5 minutes later he was turning the corner to the bottom level of the parking ramp. There were a handful of cars in that level but after looking carefully at each of them as he drove through, he could see they were all empty. Nobody else was parked there intending any hanky panky. And if a police car decided to drive through, Kevin's black Jeep next to her Tercel wouldn't stand out as suspicious. The kicker is that the windows of his Jeep were well tinted and somewhat dirty. The lights in the ramp would reflect all the light and make it next to impossible to see any movement from inside the vehicle. He pulled in nose-first next to her Tercel and rolled down the window to motion for her to come over to his Jeep. She got out of her car and looked around kind of nervously. She had a worried, confused look on her face. It was at that point Kevin started getting a hard-on. With her heels on she looked about 6'-2". Her shirt was pulled up slightly in front showing off a nice, flat, tanned belly. He wondered if the black top meant she had on a matching black thong. She looked hot. She got in the passenger side, pulled the door shut and asked, "Why did you want to meet here?" He expected her to be full of questions and knew he had to think fast with whatever she asked. "I just don't want to see you get into any trouble. If I send that email, it starts a chain of events that can't be undone. Understand?" "Yes, I understand," she said looking out the windshield at the cement wall of the parking ramp. "Oh boy, you so don't understand, my hot little Kirsten," Kevin thought to himself. "You may not realize that if I don't send the email that will certainly get you into trouble, I can get into trouble myself. Understand?" he asked her. "So you're not going to send the email?" she asked looking at him. "Well," Kevin started, "you have to realize the incredible risk I'm taking by not sending that email. I could get fired. It's just one hell of a risk. That's why I thought it best not to be talking about this where others can hear. Get me?" "Sure, I understand," she said looking at him still. "I just think that an incredible risk like that deserves something in return," he said looking out the windshield himself this time. "'Something in return.' Uh, what are you talking about?" Kirsten asked sternly. "Well, I don't know," Kevin said coyly. "Incredible risk deserves something incredible in return." He knew he was really playing his hand now. This could fail big time and he was worried. "And just what 'incredible' are you talking about?" Kirsten asked in her serious voice. Kevin noticed that she wasn't entirely a dumb blonde. She was being pretty firm -- almost bitchy -- at this point. Kevin wanted to give off the vibe that he was still very much in control. "Hey, like I said, not sending that email saves you a lot of grief. It could be saving your job. How incredible is that? I think it deserves something incredible in return? What do you think?" Kirsten held firm still. "I don't know what to think by 'incredible.'" "Look," Kevin said, starting to show some impatience. "Maybe we should just skip this and head back to the office. I'll do my job and you take whatever the consequences are." He reached for the keys implying that he was about to start the engine. "Just tell me what you mean!" she shouted. Kevin didn't like that. Not one bit. He was getting a little bit pissed now. This dumb chic got herself in a big jam, one that could, as far as she knew, cost her a job and yet she was making demands of him. "OK, I've had enough," he thought to himself. "Time to go for it." He turned in his seat so his upper body was facing her. "I tell you what, Kirsten. How about for starters, you give up that mouth to me? After that, I'll decide still if I'm going to send that god damn email? How does that sound? You have 5 seconds to make up your mind!" "You want me to what?!" she shouted back at him. He didn't expect this to be easy and there was no turning back. "Christ, don't be dumb. You know exactly what I mean. Let's have you suck some dick for starters." "You want me to suck your dick?!? "If that's a 'no' then let's head back and I'll send that email. Is that what you want?" he asked not taking his eyes off her. He had to show he was in charge and willing to do exactly that. "Fucking unbelievable," Kirsten said looking out the passenger window shaking her head. "You have 5 seconds. I'm going to count and when I get to 5 I'm going back to the office and send that email. You do not get another chance, Kirsten. What's it going to be?" She turned to look at him. "You said 'for starters'. I suck your dick and then what?" Bingo! He had her. The rest was easy. "Hey, a blow job from you will be very, very nice. But 'incredible'? No? After this I'll decide what's next. If you don't like that, I'll just send the fucking email." She turned away again shaking her head. "You are really something. Unreal. I can't believe this." "So no then? Is that what you're saying?" Kevin asked. "I didn't say that!" she yelled, turning back to him. "OK. 1... 2..." he started counting. "OK, OK. Christ. Whatever," she muttered, again turning to look out the side window. "Well alright," Kevin said smiling. "This is going to be fun. How about you get my pants undone and we get started?" He couldn't believe he'd actually done it. Slowly she turned toward him and leaned over across the middle console to grip his top button. She undid it and then started his zipper. "Oh hey, you know what?" he interrupted. "Let's move this to the back where there's more room." He didn't wait for her to say anything. He opened the door, got out and got in the back. It took her what seemed like forever, but Kirsten joined him. She sat down and leaned over to finish with his zipper. He lifted himself up and she took the cue, pulling his pants down to his knees. "Hey, don't worry, I'll get my underwear myself," he said, happy to do her the favor. Kevin slipped his underwear down to his knees also and revealed his half-hard cock. "So how much does Kirsten like to suck cock?" "What?" she asked, looking up at him, irritated. "I mean, you suck a lot of cock?" he asked. "That's none of your business," she replied in a hoity toity way that pissed him off. She was in no position to take that attitude with him. He took her by the hair at the back of her head and jerked her face to look at him. "I don't think you're in much of a position to talk to me like that, bitch," he said as firmly as he held her by the hair. "Now how much dick have you sucked?" She took on a look that was half defeated and half firm. Kevin could respect that. He didn't want a slave sucking his cock. He wanted something with a little life bobbing her head up and down on his cock. "Probably 10 different guys," Kirsten replied softly. "There," Kevin said, "that's better. Kirsten must like to suck cock. That's probably an average of one for every year you've been sexually active. You must have been one active piece of ass before you got engaged, huh? Does your boyfriend know about all the cock you've sucked?" He still had a hold of her hair. She shook her head back and forth once. "No, he doesn't." Kevin just smiled. "Interesting that you'd tell me how much dick you've sucked but not your fiancé. Not good there, Kirsten." He let go of her hair. She then gripped his cock with her right hand. He instinctively bucked his hips upward a little bit. "Why don't you show me how you like to suck cock. You like to deepthroat? Huh?" Kirsten just shrugged her shoulders and jerked his cock with her right hand. He gripped his cock at the top in his left hand, leaving only the head of his cock showing, and moved her head down with his right hand. "Lick it," he said as he moved her head so her mouth was at the head of his cock. She stuck out her tongue and circled her tongue around the head. "Yeah, there you go," he whispered. He pushed her head down a little more and she knew to take the head into her mouth. "Oh man," he gasped. "That is nice. That's it. Work that mouth," he said as he motioned with his right hand on the back of her head to bob it up and down. "Here, I tell you what," Kevin interrupted. "Get up on your knees across the seat and do it that way. Then I can see you better." Kirsten appeared to know protesting would be useless and she did as directed. She got up on her knees and balanced herself with her left hand on the seat as she lowered herself back down to his cock. This way he was able to reach over with his right hand and grab her nice little ass. It felt small and hard in his hands. He thought she would look very good naked with her ass up in the air like that. "Another day," he thought to himself. He still held his half-hard cock in his left hand only letting her have the head, which she was very nicely still bobbing up and down on. "So what's the biggest cock you've ever blown, Kirsten?" he asked her, looking down at her nice work. She pulled her sexy mouth off his cock and quietly said, "I dunno, probably seven inches." "Eh, not bad," Kevin chuckled. "We'll have to see what we can do about setting a new personal best for you today." Kirsten didn't know it yet but Kevin went about 11" fully hard. And it was a thick 11". "And how about shaved balls?" he asked. "You like 'em shaved? Why don't you lick my shaved balls, Kirsten?" He lifted his ass up off the seat so she could get up underneath a little and put her mouth on his balls. She used her right hand to balance herself while she did this and ran her tongue across his ball sack. "Damn, that's very, very nice Kirsten. You have a very warm mouth. Making me real hard." He wasn't kidding. A mouth on his balls always got him going and Kirsten Dale's mouth was no exception. Kevin was now fully hard. "C'mon, jerk me while you lick my balls," he urged her. She had to kind of roll her body to the right a little bit to accommodate balancing herself while her left hand was on his cock. Kevin helped hold her in place. "That's right. Grab that cock." Kevin could tell his freshly shaved balls weren't the first she'd had her mouth on. She tongued them, running her tongue across them several times to get them wet. Then she took them into her mouth one at a time and gently sucked them, rolling her tongue across them while she sucked. Since her left hand and his cock were both dry, she used a light grip to stroke him while she worked his balls. He was turned on mightily seeing her left hand not be able to close around his thick cock. He got even more aroused seeing another man's engagement ring on the finger of the hand jerking his cock. "OK, let's get that hot mouth back on my cock, Kirsten," he said moving her head back into position with her mouth over his cock head. "Think you can work with that cock?" "It's kind of big," she muttered. "Not sure what I'm going to be able to do with it." "Show me what you've got, Kirsten," Kevin said tilting his head back and guiding her mouth down onto his cock. Kirsten parted her lips and accepted his cock into her mouth. She stretched her lips around it and slid her head down. She moved he tongue around the head and Kevin let out a gasp. He pushed her head down more and let out, "Oh man, take that cock!" He looked down at her and was amazed at how hot she looked straining to get her lips around his cock. He pulled her off his cock and said, "Kirsten's never had a cock like this, has she?" She looked up at him and simply shook her head no. "Get the whole thing wet and jerk it while you use your mouth," Kevin suggested. "I love that." Kirsten licked her left hand a couple of times and stroked his cock. Her hand slid up and down on it very nicely. With that he guided her head back so her mouth was on his cock again and pushed her head down with this right hand. She brought her left hand up to her mouth and slid them both down his cock together, her mouth chasing her hand. She had an awesome ability to roll her tongue around on his cock while her mouth was on it. "Oh yeah!" he gasped. "Work that cock!" Kevin was "helping" her bob her head up & down on his cock by holding onto her hair at the back of her head. His cock was rock fucking hard and he was bobbing her head at a pretty quick pace. He was giving her about 6" of his cock at a time and wanted her to take more. The sounds of her sucking and whimpering filled the back seat. "Alright, I'm gonna take my hand off your head and let you go by yourself," Kevin told her. "Show me what you've got, Kirsten. I want to see you bury that cock." "I can't," she protested. "Kirsten..." he goaded. "Fuck that cock with your mouth or I'll fuck your mouth with it." She tongued the head and ran her tongue all the way down to the bottom. Then she wrapped her lips around it at the bottom and ran her head from side to side, running her mouth along the bottom 5 or 6 inches of his cock. He again threw his head back and moaned. She did that with her mouth all the way to the top and took the head into her mouth again, wrapping her sexy lips around it again. Kevin watched this intently. She ran her tongue around the head with her lips on his cock and jerked it with her left hand. She lowered her mouth onto it slowly, going down about 6 inches. He bucked his hips instinctively and gave her another 3 inches. She went back up on his cock and then back down again, trying to take into her throat. "That's it, Kirsten. Take it," he said looking at her. "Take that cock." She repeated what she has just done, taking a little bit more but still not able to bury it. Her left hand feverishly jerking it. "Oh man, I'm close," Kevin gasped. "Where you want my load?" With her mouth still on his cock, Kirsten only shook her head no. He moved her head taking her mouth off his cock. "You've never taken a load in your mouth before?" he asked. "Yes, but I prefer not to," she replied. "Fuck that," Kevin said. He moved her off him and sat her in the middle of the seat. He quickly got his right shoe off and slid his right pantleg off. Then he straddled her chest and started jerking his cock in front of her face. "C'mon, take that cock," putting his still-hard cock into her mouth. He didn't out-and-out fuck her mouth with it but he gave it to her pretty good. Kevin looked down at her while he fucked her mouth. "That's right, take that cock. Ever had a guy cum on that pretty face?" he asked. Shaking her mouth off his cock, "No," she said shaking her head. "Well we'll see about that." He jerked his big cock with his right hand, the head right in front of her mouth. "Stick your tongue out and look up at me with that gorgeous face," he said. With that, he shot his first load. It hit the bridge of her nose and up to her forehead. A righteously big shot. Instinctively, she closed her eyes and shook her head. "Look up at me and open those eyes! Keep your mouth open!" Kevin gasped. His next shot landed on her chin and dripped down to her throat. He planted the head on her tongue and shot another load into her mouth. He still shot a big load. "Oh Christ!" he yelled out. His next two shots were quick, hitting her in the left cheek and forehead. He moved his cock to the other side and shot another smaller load onto her right cheek. "Take the rest in that hot mouth," he gasped, still jerking his cock. Kirsten looked up at him with her cum covered gorgeous face while he looked down at her finishing him with her mouth. As a big finale, he pressed forward, sliding his cock into her throat. "Open that mouth, take it," he said while she coughed and tried moving her head from side to side. He forced it all the way down, his balls ups to her chin. "Fuck bitch! You can take a cock! Didn't think you could do that, did you?" He withdrew his cock from her mouth and moved off of her to her right. She kind of slumped to her left and held herself up with her left hand. "Now, let me see something," Kevin said and moved to undo her top button of her pants. She moved her right hand to try to stop him but it was a half-hearted effort. Irritated, she asked, "What are you doing?" "Just hang on," he replied. He got her pants unzipped and got them down to her knees through her futile efforts to stop it. He reached to her pussy and moved her light lime green panties aside and felt her pussy. With the middle finger of his right hand, he moved his finger around her opening for several seconds before withdrawing it. "Shit, just what I thought," he said chuckling. "You're soaking wet!" He laughed as he worked his pants back up and buttoned them. "I tell you what, Kirsten. I've got that log file and the email is all typed up and ready to send. It's sitting in my Drafts folder to send whenever I want. Look at me, Kirsten," he said shifting her head to look at him. "What you just did shows that you know I mean business. But it's just a start." He took some tissue from his middle console and gave it to her. "I think you can use this." She wiped his cum off her face and throat. "Is there any in my hair?" she asked moving up close so he could see. "No," he said, "I think you got it all." With that, she left his Jeep, got in her car and left the ramp. Kevin couldn't believe the unbelievably lucky encounter he just had. Even though he was sexually drained, he knew enough that this was just the start of what could be an awesome string of events. He was already thinking of what to do next...