Sharon's Weekend Job (MF oral bd drugs)                                  Part 1  2  3  4  5

� 2013 Rhys Lysander

 

One Monday evening Sharon Lucas left her Pentagon office, 3D712, and made her way as directly as possible toward the Metro entrance. As she reached the E ring between the 9th and 10th corridors, she turned right and walked the short distance to the electronics store. Home to more than twenty five thousand employees, both military and civilian, the Pentagon was a self contained city on weekdays. There were banks, a flower shop, a chapel, food courts, museums, countless works of art, a world class gym, luggage store, and even an electronics store.

The pretty redhead looked over the throwaway phones near the entrance to the store and selected the cheapest one with text and browsing capabilities. She paid in cash and departed the store not two minutes after walking into it. With practiced ease she extracted the phone from the consumer proof packaging and tossed the tough plastic into the first trash bin she passed. 

After exiting the building Sharon made her way to the bus terminal out front. It was raining, but in late May she was far from cold, and the structure kept the rain off her except for the thirty feet just outside the entrance. She didn't mind being a little wet, and it wasn't raining all that hard so she let her umbrella stay in her pack. Her slightly shorter than Pentagon standard two inch heels clicked on the stone pavement as she walked. It seemed to her that any woman in the building under five foot ten wore at least two inch heels. She had, from time to time, heard the older civilians in the building refer to this as 'trolling,' even if the woman was married. To Sharon, the cause for the heels was simple: nearly all the women under thirty working in the building were better than average looking. And women, after all, dressed more for other women than for men.

Her attire was attractive, yet reserved. A double breasted dark blue jacket, matching skirt and an opaque cobalt blue shirt. She had larger than average breasts, but rarely displayed any cleavage. Her nipples were relatively small, so the fact that she typically wore open tip or demi-cupped bras was not apparent even when her nubs stiffened from time to time. The looks from her male co-workers told her they appreciated her appearance, and most of them took care not to stare. They just might have been more attentive had they known she went commando on most occasions. From time to time she worried that a breeze might expose her thin landing strip or her bare buttocks, but that never happened.

Sharon made her way to the end of the queue at the L10 bus stop. The electronic sign indicated she had ten minutes until her bus arrived. She woke the phone, performed the activation ritual in just two minutes, and sent a quick text. Just before the bus arrived, the phone buzzed in her hand. She opened the email and clicked on the link. The website, routed through three or more servers off-shore, opened to a questionnaire. Sharon smiled, palmed the phone, and got on the bus.

She selected a seat at the rear of the bus, partly for the privacy of it, and partly because she was at one of the last stops on the evening route. Once seated, she crossed her legs and returned to the website. An observer, and there very likely was one any time she was around, would have noticed she was crossing and recrossing her legs quite frequently. Moreover, she was rather plainly squeezing them together. An observer quite close might have scented her excitement. Sharon mused about the future, completed the questionnaire, and shut off the phone. She did not expect an answer until Thursday.

Looking up, she saw an attractive Army officer looking at her. He was looking at her with that look that men give women they are casually fucking in their imagination. He did not notice as she retrieved her lipstick from her bag, but he did notice, with a heavy swallow, when she reapplied the lipstick�staring at him while she did. When she was done, she pressed her lips, smiled at him, and then licked her lips before dropping the makeup back into her bag and retrieving a book. It was clear from his look that he had enjoyed the tease. And so had she.

Most men at the Pentagon were just like the Lieutenant Colonel she had just teased. Married, but more than likely not to someone as pretty or young as the average woman working in the building. Married, as they said, but not dead. All men liked to look, but few dared try and touch. Sharon was okay with that, but it could make for some interesting encounters. Only last month an Air Force officer she had known for two years stopped her in the A ring to tell her she was the most beautiful woman he had ever met. Of course, he transferred the next day, which meant he had been crushing on her for quite a while and not said anything. Her battery operated boyfriend had gotten quite the workout that night.

Diving into her book, Sharon did her best not to think about how the many lecherous looks really made her feel. Dinner, a couple of glasses of wine, and a thick dildo could take care of that later. She smiled subconsciously at the thought and resumed reading.



On Friday Sharon double checked her desk and work area as she slung her backpack over her left shoulder. Seeing nothing left behind, she turned to her boss at the next desk. �I'm outta here Mr. Freer, have a good weekend.�

The graying fifty year old looked up from his desk, appreciative as always that the HR masters of Pentagon personnel had sent him such a wonderfully bright and attractive writer. �Big plans for the weekend?�

The pretty redhead flashed him a sincere smile, �No, just going to spend the weekend at a spa.�

Freer returned the smile, then quickly took a mental picture of her before looking back down at his desk. �See you Monday.�

Sharon left the office, made her way to the exit and switched on her phone. A text message awaited her with three pieces of information: a metro stop, a car type, and a license plate number. The time, nine thirty, was standard. With a quick check of her watch she calculated she had time enough to go home, change clothes, have a snack and make it to the Metro to get across town.

Later that evening when Sharon left her apartment she was just a face in the crowd. A black t-shirt with no markings, tight blue jeans, sneakers, and a coat of appropriate thickness and length for rain. Arriving at the station, she paid for a card with cash, one way. Over her left shoulder was a small satchel. Once seated on the Metro she withdrew a book she only read on weekends, and passed the time until she reached her destination.

The auburn haired beauty exited the station at New Carrolton and searched the parking lot for her ride. She was a few minutes early, but expected the car would be waiting on her. Sure enough, in seconds she spotted the jet black Camry. She checked the plates as it pulled up, then opened a rear door and climbed in. Once inside, she wasted no time. Without bothering to try and look at the driver through the thick black plexiglass, she pulled her top over her head and sat it on the seat. Her pale and slightly freckled 36C breasts bounced as they came free. She kicked off her shoes, then bridged up, unsnapping and pushing her jeans down her legs and off. From the satchel she withdrew a pair of patent leather four inch heels and a black dress that was thin enough so as to be nearly see-through. Sharon wriggled into the dress, smoothing it over her body and tugging it into place. When done, she stuffed her shoes, jeans, t-shirt and watch into the bag. She cinched it up and left it on the seat, holding her book in her hands in her lap. She watched the street lights give way to the suburbs as she searched the partly cloudy sky for stars.

A few minutes later, as the car departed the main road, Sharon withdrew a thin piece of black fabric from the back of the book. She lifted it with her right hand, then licked the fingers of her left hand, closed her eyes, and moistened the skin around her eyes. After repeating three times to ensure she got everything, she carefully pressed the small mask into place. A specially designed adhesive quickly bonded to her damp skin, guaranteeing it would stay in place and keep her anonymous for at least three days unless deliberately removed with rubbing alcohol. Having used them before, she knew it was comfortable enough that she wouldn't even notice it if she didn't look in a mirror. She pressed it in place to smooth it out, then watched out the windows as a large house came into view at the end of a long driveway.

The car rolled to a smooth stop at the main entrance. The house, if something so large could be called only a house, was three stories tall and went back far into night's blackness. An ornate arch decorated the entryway, which consisted of two solid looking pure black doors. Two doormen stood, one to each side, parting the doors as guests arrived. Two elaborate hanging lamps illuminated the steps up to the entrance. The driver opened her door and offered a hand to help her out of the car. He took a very long look as she stood. She supposed that was more or less inevitable given that she was in a dress that concealed almost nothing. She didn't give her belongings a second thought, and she even left her book behind her on the rear seat. The driver was a good looking tall black man. He smiled at her when his eyes finally finished traveling the length of her and met her gaze. He nodded slowly to her. �It seems like I should apologize miss, but, well, damn you are a beautiful woman.�

She pulled him forward by the hand and kissed him on the cheek. �Thanks,� she said, then leaned in to whisper in his ear, �But now I have to start off dinner all wet.�

The man stood straight and cleared his throat, �I, um, please let me know if I can help.�

Sharon smiled, then squeezed his hand and turned to walk up the stairs. He watched her ass sway as she walked away. He could not stifle a low whistle of appreciation, but it was quiet enough that no one else heard it. Shutting the rear door, he got back in the car and drove away to find a cold shower.

As she walked first up to the doors, and then through into the foyer, she took care to return a smile to each male onlooker. Past the foyer a good sized crowd was gathered before dinner, but the volume level remained low. She judged thirty masked players were in the room, close to even numbers of men and women as always. Her eyes searched the crowd, but she knew all she had to do was wait near the bar and the client would present himself shortly. Turning her back to the bar, she leaned against it, showing the front of the barely-there dress, and its contents, to the room. Men and women, their identities satisfactorily protected by the small black masks, eyed her body unabashedly. Sharon continued to return their gazes as she felt herself getting wetter by the minute.

She watched in the direction of the entrance, thinking that her partner had not arrived yet. She was taken a bit by surprise when a man walked up and touched her elbow. She had not seen him approach. She started. He was a couple inches taller than her, even in her heels, tanned and sporting short hair. Possibly a military man, but then again anyone in government tended to keep their hair shorter than average, and lot of people in this part of the country worked for the government.

�Excuse me,� said the man in a normal voice. �I did not mean to make you wait, but I simply had to take in the view.�

�Not at all, Mr.,� she let the question hang.

He smiled, then gestured that she should look at his attire, a well cut suit of a dark bluish hue. �Plum,� he completed at last, �Mr. Plum.�

�I like it. Perhaps I could be Ms. Black?�

He nodded in approval. �Well then Ms. Black, can I offer you a drink?�

�Wine, please, to match with dinner.�

He nodded again. �Then, as red meat is on the menu, a full bodied red perhaps?�

Though his choice of words seemed chosen to provoke a pithy retort, she declined. �A Cab, or maybe a Malbec?� he asked.

Plum casually put his arm around her hips as he ordered from the bar. As she waited, around the room many of the couples were moving toward the dining room. The lights dimmed near the bar as he handed her a large glass half filled with a deep red liquid. �If you approve, of course.�

Sharon tipped the glass to her lips and took just a sip to swish in her mouth. She examined the legs of the wine, then swallowed and gave it a thought. An excellent choice. She decided to reward him with the pithy comment he sought. �I do approve. And I should need more later, if I am the full bodied red you refer to, Mr. Plum.�

He laughed easily. �Oh, Ms. Black. I think we shall have need of a bottle, for though you are most definitely a full bodied red, I like my meat pink, and something tells me I will not find that at the table tonight.�

When he crooked his arm she passed hers through it and pressed her breast into his arm. The evening was shaping up quite nicely. He was reasonably tall, average but good looking, felt sturdy, and smelled quite nice. Sharon suddenly realized she was ravenous.

Mr. Plum escorted her into the large dining room. Though there were fifteen couples, the space was sufficient so as to allow a good deal of spacing between the tables. Conversations could be had at reasonable volume, and reasonably in private.

�If you don't mind my asking Ms. Black, what do you do for a living?�

�Ariel, please call me Ariel. Ms. Black seems overly formal, don't you think?�

�Then call me Gordon, please.�

Gordon and Sharon enjoyed a meal of Indian and Thai dishes, the red wine complementing the strong flavors of the cuisine. An observer might note that they were getting on quite well, though that same observer would know, of course, that this was more or less a forgone conclusion. Sharon had, after all, more or less leased herself out for carnal pleasure. Still, she clearly enjoyed his company, and he, hers. After over an hour of dinner and discussion, which included a rehashing of her college softball days, Sharon watched as Gordon produced a small pill and placed it on the table near her.

She looked at him, smiling. �Shouldn't it be red or blue?�

His face was more serious than she felt the comment deserved. �Why, it's plum, of course.�

Her smile fell and she broke out of character momentarily. �Of course. You're clear on the conditions?�

He nodded. �Of course Ariel. And you as well?�

She picked up the pill, placed it in her mouth and washed it down with a mouthful of wine. �Of course. Now, how long do we have to get to the room?�

�Ten or fifteen minutes,� he said, rising from the table and helping her to her feet. �Don't worry, you have plenty of time to get ready.�

She took his hand as he led her out of the dining room and toward the stairs. �Ready?� she asked innocently.

�Well, perhaps I should have said 'we' have plenty of time to get -you- ready.�

As they climbed to the second floor, Sharon hoped she did not have to climb to the third. She was relieved when they headed down the long hall on the second floor. They stopped at the third doorway, and he readily opened the large wooden door as he held her close, his hand moving up to cup her breast, his thumb rubbing a stiffening nipple. The room was huge and lavishly furnished. An enormous four poster bed dominated the room, surrounded by plush wing-backed chairs and leather covered desks and chests. He shut the door, briefly letting go of her. She stood silently, hands behind her back, her feet slightly apart.

Walking up behind her, Gordon put his hands on her hips and bent to kiss her neck. She moaned as he touched his tongue to her nape and caressed her skin. His hands found the hem of her dress, and lifted. Sharon lifted her arms over her head as he lifted her dress up and off of her. She watched him drape it over a nearby chair. Her arms went again behind her back as he moved to stand in front of her. He cupped her breasts and then kissed each nipple in turn, sucking them into his mouth and letting go with a 'pop.' Still holding one breast, his other hand moved down her belly as he bent to kiss her. She moaned into him as first one, and then two of his fingers slid effortlessly into her sex.

There was a soft knock at the door. �That would be the wine that will go well with you,� Gordon said. He withdrew his fingers and gave her a soft pat on her butt. �Now go use the facilities if you need and get on the bed before you fall down.�
 
She walked toward the bathroom, which was gleaming with light reflected off silver and gold fixtures. She yawned, realizing she needed to take care of business, use the bidet, and get on the bed before she ended up sprawled on the floor. This particular kink was not one she had encountered before, and the dossier had been very cryptic. She wasn't sure if he meant to have sex with her while she was unconscious, or to simply take advantage of her in some other way while she was out. Either way, she was horny and ready, and Sharon hoped she'd be enjoying herself later.

When she came out of the bathroom Gordon was not in sight. From the lights in the closet she figured he was in there undressing and hanging up their clothes; her dress was not in sight either. As she padded the short distance across the floor to the bed, her steps became less certain and she had to brace herself with the furniture. Stepping carefully, she made it to the side of the bed, leaned in, and landed most of her body weight on the fluffy comforter as consciousness fled her.

Gordon walked out of the closet when he heard the soft 'thump' as the beautiful girl hit the bed. Lifting the dead weight of the unconscious woman, he arranged her in the center of the bed on her back and checked to see she was breathing clearly and easily. She was. The middle aged man took a long appreciative look at the beauty laid out on the bed. The only word that came to his mind was 'perfect,' and perhaps, 'his,' if only for a little while. Gordon stood at the foot of the bed and held on to one of her ankles. Her skin was flawless, and he ran his hands over the length of her leg, from her precisely trimmed and sparsely haired vulva down to her toes. As he did, her breathing changed in response. He was surprised, but pleased with her reaction. He hadn't known if she would outwardly respond to physical signals while under the influence of the drug. He left her right ankle near the bed post.

He fondled her left leg, then placed her ankle at the opposite corner. Crawling on the bed he put his face right at the juncture of her thighs, his nose an inch from her pussy. Just below the thin landing strip of reddish fur was a quintessential peach, her outer lips puffy and concealing the tender flesh within. Resting his weight on his elbows, Gordon parted her pussy lips with his fingertips. Spared of their thick covering, her inner lips spread in glistening invitation. A short and thick clitoris bulged at the top of her cleft, just begging for attention. �I have just the thing for you my dear,� he said to the tiny appendage before reaching out with his tongue to flick the tiny nubbin. Again he heard Ariel's breathing change and abruptly stop for a moment. His hard cock driving into the comforter, Gordon seized the sensitive pea of her clitoris in between his lips and started to attack it as directly as he could.

Sharon was having the most amazing sex dream ever. She was nude, lying back on a soft blue blanket in the middle of a empty field of grass. Douglas, a young man who was desperately trying to be her first, was repaying her for a recent blow job by licking her pussy. Though she had no prior experience, she was enjoying it thoroughly. His tongue was lapping between her folds, then flicking her clit, steadily driving her toward a climax. He had gotten her off with his fingers before, and she knew this time it was going to be even better, explosive even. The intense and direct stimulation of her most sensitive parts had her whole body tense with pleasure. She longed to run her hands through his hair, but try as she might she couldn't reach him. She wanted to put her feet on his back, to elevate her hips and offer more of herself to him, but she couldn't seem to move. She neared her peak.

Gordon now had his hands under her thighs, his mouth locked onto the younger woman's sex. Her breathing was ragged and yet her arms, hands and head barely moved. He guessed she was close to coming, so he sucked her clit into his mouth and rapidly alternated between pulling it between and pushing it back out from his lips. Her breathing seized with a huff, and her outer lips contracted and tried to push him away. Still he kept sucking on her. As he felt her pussy start to flutter her breathing resumed in rapid gasps and then gradually slowed to a pant. His chin was soaked with her fluids, and his dick was as hard as it had ever been.

Backing off the bed he looked again at her body and he knew exactly what he wanted to do next. Retrieving a small bottle of lube from a bag beside the bed, he squeezed a little between her tits. He climbed on to the bed, arranging her limp arms at her sides. Straddling her chest, he slid his cock over her breastbone, then took her breasts in his hands and squeezed them around his cock. Holding her nipples between index finger and thumb, he tweaked them as he stroked his dick within the valley of her cleavage.

After an amazing orgasm, Sharon had been quite ready to repay Douglas' efforts, even if she wasn't ready to go all the way just yet. Fascinated with her breasts, as she knew he was, he quickly accepted an offer to fuck her titties. Sucking his dick into her mouth to wet him, she held her breasts up and waited from him to withdraw and slide his cock into the waiting cleft between her tits. He lingered in her mouth, but with one look down he was ready to move and start fucking. Sharon found it oddly relaxing that she had to expend no effort to hold her breasts up, and she liked the look of his cock as he stroked between her titties. She wondered how it would end, and she sighed in anticipation.

Gordon was quickly rising to an orgasm. Ariel still lay passively, but her breathing seemed to belie her true state of excitement. Smirking, Gordon reached out and pinched her nose. A few moments later her mouth popped open and she gulped in a lungful of air. Resuming his tight grip on her breasts, he quickly fucked her cleavage and felt himself at the point of no return. He kept fucking until he knew his ejaculation was an instant away, then he let go of her breasts, grabbed his cock and pointed it into her mouth. Pulse after pulse shot across her waiting tongue, and the scene kept Gordon going and going, much more than his typical cum shot. He stroked himself to completion in her mouth, relishing the thought of having gotten away with something, and briefly wondering if this in any way violated her terms. He shuddered as the last contraction went through him. Too late now. With his left hand he softly closed her mouth, then watched with a wicked grin as she swallowed easily, still asleep.

Climbing off the bed, Gordon withdrew some lengths of rope from his bag and started to work on the next phase of his evening.

Half an hour later she was securely tied to the four posts of the bed, and he was again hard and ready for her. From the night stand he picked up what looked like an asthma inhaler. He again pinched her nose shut, holding the inhaler near her mouth. When he felt her jerk, he squeezed the top just as her mouth opened. She inhaled the full dose perfectly, and he sat the inhaler back down on the stand. Kneeling between her restrained thighs, he rubbed his cock along her wet cleft, readying himself to enter her. Though he longed to do so, he wanted something a little different. Positioning the head of his cock between her lips, he leaned forward and held himself above her with his hands. His cock called to him to slip inside the warm wet sheath of her body, but he denied himself�if only for a little bit longer.

Not more than two minutes later, her eyelids fluttered, and then opened. A few moments later her pupils contracted. A moment after that her hands pulled against her bonds. A brief look of surprise crossed her face. Her eyes came to focus on him. She gave him a puzzled look. �Gordon?� she said. And with that he slid himself into her pussy with one long steady stroke. Her eyes closed and she sighed. �Mmmmm. Gordon.�

He smiled and started to fuck her with long slow strokes. �Is there something you would like?� he asked.

She opened her eyes slowly, then turned to look at her hands and feet before closing her eyes again. �Well, it seems like, mmmmm, that's fabulous,� she said as he slid into her again, �It seems like we are doing whatever you would like.�

�Oh, I am,� he said, continuing to fuck her.

He watched as she ran her tongue over her lips, �Hmmm, and...oooooh,� she panted as he lifted his hips and ground his cock into her clit as he sank into her again, �And I could swear I tasted something else.�

�Nothing not permitted, I assure you.�

�Hmmmm,� she purred, �I shall have to check.�

Gordon suddenly stopped and leaned down close to her, �Then I will be sure you read it my way.�

She groaned as his cock slipped free of her, then gasped as his mouth latched onto her pussy. �Fuck!� she yelped as his tongue started to beat on her clit and lips. In a moment she found herself flying upward toward climax. She yelled her encouragement even though she knew, somehow, that Gordon had no intention of stopping before she reached her peak.

Gordon pursued his intimate attack as she went through one peak and straight into the next. She was impressed by his oral stamina, and readily enjoyed a second, and then a third orgasm without a break. Finally, she was having trouble breathing.

�Please!� Sharon screamed, �Let. Me. Catch. My. Breath.�

Gordon released her from his lips and sat between her outstretched thighs. She was very hot as she panted. He rubbed his cock on the length of her slit. She groaned. �Mmmm. Please, just a minute.�

He nodded, and sat back on his heels.

She let out a deep breath. �Now, please get back inside me.� He did, and they both groaned. �I know this sounds impossible,� she said, �But I think I dreamed you were going down on me.'

�I did. And I guess you did.�

�And I dreamed that I came. That's never happened before.�

�You coming from oral sex?�

�No! I've never had an orgasm in a sex dream.�

�Mmmm, that little pill is quite a toy.�

�What was it, if you don't mind my asking.� Her eyes rolled up a little as he took a full stroke within her.

�Some friends of mine ran across it in some old notes. There was plenty of research, but in the end the project was abandoned.�

She eyed him, but said nothing.

He added. �Yeah, they stumbled upon this formula when looking for ways to manipulate the subconscious. The drug allowed reality to intercede on dreams, but they could not get the results they were looking for. Leave it to a couple of perverts to suspect another use.�

�Another use?�

He stroked within her twice, the two of them groaning in pleasure as he did. �Sexual excitement and pleasure is certainly as much physiological as psychological, especially when the psychological is taken out of the picture.� He leaned down and kissed her. �You enjoy everything, and make up whatever scene goes best with it. No guilt, all fun.�

�I'm impressed that you aren't just fucking me crazy just now,� she said.

�Well, my previous orgasm seems to be giving me some restraint.�

�I thought I knew that taste. Gordon, if I might make a little request,� she asked.

He nodded, �Tell me, and I'll consider it.�

�Free me, and then take me. Hard.�

She felt him swell within her and she hungrily anticipated his drive to come inside her. Staying sheathed in her wet flesh, he reached up and freed her hands. Once loose, they went to his hair and softly weaved in. Pulling free of her grip, he sat up, still within her, and loosened the loops around her ankles. The moment she was free she locked her heels to the small of his back, angling her hips up to meet him. Her hands went into the short hair on the back of his head and she looked straight into his eyes. �Now fuck me Gordon.�

As he started to drive into her with speed and passion, she panted, watching his face. �Ride me, fuck me harder!�

Gordon grunted his approval, and she held his face at a distance where she could watch him. He was grimacing with the effort of fucking her, and her pleasure rose. Suddenly, she was on the brink. She knew precisely what was needed to send them both over the edge. �Come in my pussy Gordon. Fill me up.�

His pace quickened. Her breath seized. She squeezed him with her most feminine muscles, and she felt his cock swell. That sensation, and the look of pure ecstasy on his face, ignited her orgasm. Gordon grunted as his cock swelled and started to pulse. Seconds later, though it may has well have been minutes, he released a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding, and his ejaculation burst inside her pussy. Uncharacteristically, he howled before he even knew it was him making the noise. She squeezed him hard with her legs and her pussy, and he continued to pump jet after jet into her willing body. She gazed up at him with wonder and surprise, and suddenly climaxed a second time with no break whatsoever. Gordon continued to fuck her as hard as he could, his cock burying itself inside her in time as it delivered its warm cargo at the entrance to her womb. Sharon loved it when a man kept fucking her right through his orgasm, it never failed to trigger her own. Gordon kept going, and she peaked one last time, a smile and a giggle escaping from her as her clit continued to sing.

Finally, Gordon slowed and then stopped. Sharon's eyes were closed, and a smile was on her face. As he made to withdraw, she stopped him. �Stay in me.� He held himself still as she pulled one leg to her chest, then slowly rolled to her side, easing into a spoon position, his cock still inside her. She pulled the pillow under her head, and pulled one hand to her breast. �Just, stay inside a while.�

Pulling a pillow under his head, Gordon squeezed the offered breast and quickly slipped into unconsciousness.

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