****** Pat and Abraham by Hanley Strapmann ******
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Pat and Abraham


Pat swivelled her chair around and gazed through her tenth story window. The
sight was magnificent. She could see other office workers in the buildings
across street as they went about their duties. She sighed a long sigh and
settled back into her chair. Friday, Friday afternoon to be exact, and she had
not heard from her Master yet. She hadn't heard a word from him in almost two
weeks and his absence in her life left her empty.

She turned around to her desk and started working the column of numbers again.
Her fingers danced over the adding machine until the phone's intercom broke her
concentration. "Mr. Masters is on line one", her secretary announced.

Pat's heart raced. "What did he have in mind for me," she thought as she raised
the telephone, "Yes?"

"Is that how you talk to me?" the deep voice always made her weak. He had been
in control of her now for almost two years and still, every time she heard his
controlled voice, she felt a shudder of excitement course through her body.

"I'm sorry Sir." She almost whispered the words.

"That's better. I thought I had you better trained." He paused for a second;
Pat didn't say a word. "I have something special planned for you. You have been
doing so well that tonight should not be a challenge." Pat knew better than to
interrupt or ask a question. When the Master was ready to tell her, he would.
The pause extended over a minute, but it felt like hours to Pat.

"From now until dawn tomorrow, I will have some of my friends meet you. You
will satisfy them as you would me." The Master paused again; the thought of
meeting strangers and being at their will, excited her; she knew she was
getting moist. She started to reach down to tough herself when the Master
asked, "Are you touching yourself?" She jerked her hand up. How did he know?
but, he knew more about her body and reactions than she seemed to.

"I was going to Master, but I didn't."

"Good. When you are with my friends, you can pleasure yourself; when you are
not with them, you may not."

"Yes Sir". She hesitated, she did not want to offend him, then she timidly
asked, "Sir, how will I know they are your friends?"

"Somewhere in the conversation they will use the name, 'Abraham'. Remember, you
are only to please those that use the name 'Abraham' in their conversation with
you."

"Yes Sir." She answered and the phone line was disconnected. She replaced the
receiver and swivelled around to people-watch the near-by buildings. "Well,
tonight is going to be a lot more exciting than I thought," she whispered to
herself.

She tried to concentrate, it was impossible. The rows of numbers held no charm
and she was day-dreaming of the Master when her secretary buzzed in. "Mr.
Abraham is here for his 3:30 meeting". Pat's sat bolt up-right. She had
expected the events to begin when she got home. The Master must have been
planning this for over a week, this appointment was made over a week ago.

With a little trepidation, she responded to her secretary. "Please send him
in." A moment later the young blonde secretary opened the door and showed "Mr.
Abraham" into the room. He was tall and firmly built. Judging from his close-
cropped hair, Pat guessed that he was in the military, probably only in his
early 20's. Pat silently hoped that she, a 44 year old, would be able to please
him for the Master.

For his part, he saw an attractive business woman, who, without the tailored
suit, would be able to turn many heads.

"Hold all of my calls and do not disturb us," Pat told her secretary before the
door was closed.

Mr. Abraham took a seat across from Pat's desk as Pat sat down. He arched his
fingers between his two hands while he peered at her. He was judging Pat as she
nervously moved in her chair.

"Well Mr. Abraham, what can I do for you?" her eyes were glued to his eyes.

He didn't move a muscle as he spoke. "Stand up and turn around." She stood up
and turned slowly around allowing his eyes to appraise his goods. "Very nice.
You may sit." Pat sat on the edge of her chair. She could feel her excitement
growing. She suddenly realized that her hands were pressed against the top of
her desk with such force that her knuckles were white. She released the
pressure.

"Are you excited?" he asked her.

"Yes," she almost stammered.

"WHAT!" He yelled. "IS THAT THE RESPECT YOUR MASTER GETS?"

Pat shrunk back into the chair. Her eyes fell. "No, sir. I am sorry sir."

"Good, raise your eyes." Pat noticed that he hadn't moved from his original
position, still looking from behind his hands. "You have a nice body, but you
hide it. Open the top two buttons of your blouse." Pat complied, exposing the
top of her white breasts and creme colored bra.

The man did not stir. His eyes fell momentarily from her eyes to her breasts
and then returned to her eyes. "Are you wet?"

Pat was taken aback by the directness. "Yes sir."

"Remove your panties and let me see." Pat stood and started to close the blinds
to her office. "Did I give you permission to close those?" Pat stopped.

"No sir."

"Then do as I say." She reached under her dress and removed her panties. She
noticed the dampness as she held them out to the stranger. For the first time
since he had arrived and sat down, Mr. Abraham moved. He reached out and took
the moist panties. He passed them under his nose as he smelled her. "Nice" was
all he said. He put the panties into his pocket.

Pat could not maintain the eye contact and looked at the floor. Never before
had she done anything more sexual than a phone call in her office. Now she was
giving her panties to this stranger. What if her secretary walked in; her only
hope was that her training of the secretary was as good as Pat had received.

"O.K." he said as he moved around the edge of the desk. "Sit down". She did and
when he was beside her chair, he slowly, oh so slowly, rotated it around until
she was facing his groin. His erection was clearly visible through his pants.

"Remove it," he ordered.

She glanced out the window at the neighboring buildings and then undid the
button and lowered the man's zipper. No underwear, the prick fell out and Pat
caught it in her hand. It was large. So large that Pat took a gasp. "My God,"
she thought, "can I do this?"

Pat took another glance out the window before she opened her mouth and slid a
few inches in. She hoped this would be enough. Even so, the girth of cock
stretched her jaws. She played the tip with her tongue as she felt the prick
become even harder. It felt good to her; Master had long ago discovered how
much she liked cock and would give it to her as a reward.

The man became impatient. She was only working the end. He wanted all of it in
her. He grabbed the sides of her head and forced the cock, inch by inch into
her throat. She suppressed the gag reflex as the head pressed to the back of
her throat.

His pubic hair finally pushed against her nose and she knew she had all of it
in her. Her senses were alive. She wanted him to fuck her mouth, but, he had
other ideas. He pulled the length from her mouth. "Suck my balls," he ordered.

She raised her hands and cradled the immense testicles the man possessed.
Almost egg sized, she lowered her face and started licking them. The hair on
his testicles tickled her tongue, she liked the feeling. With his cock pressed
against her cheek, she took one of his balls, and then the other into her mouth
and gently massaged each with her tongue.

When his sack began to tighten, he pulled her from his balls and pressed his
prick against her mouth. She opened gladly and took the entire length in one
powerful thrust. She reached around and grabbed his ass, driving her nails into
his cheeks. He pulled away, and thrust again; she pulled him as deeply as he
could enter her mouth. The fucking continued only a few more thrusts before he
stiffened and shot his load.

Pat drank and drank, allowing only a drop or two to escape her lips. He kept
his dick in her mouth until it was completely flaccid. All the time, Pat
caressed his shrinking prick with her lips and tongue.

Finally he pulled himself from her and replaced himself within his pants. Pat
leaned back in her chair and looked out the window. Across the way, at least
three different men were plastered to their windows watching her show.

The man looked down on her. With a finger, he removed some of his cum from her
blouse and held it to her mouth, "You forgot the last drop." She sucked it from
his finger and watched as he left the office.

She suddenly realized her position and buttoned up her blouse. As her secretary
brought some files into the room, Pat hoped the odor of sex wasn't too
noticeable, she could feel her own wetness moving down her thighs.

The secretary placed the files on Pat's desk as Pat took up a pencil and tried
to look busy.

"You have a stain on your blouse," the secretary said with a smile before she
left the room. Pat blushed.

"Well Master, that was nice," thought Pat. She "pushed papers around her desk
until it was time to leave. The secretary had left over an hour ago. Pat had
"hid" in the office to make sure she could leave with at least a little
dignity.

She pressed the elevator button and waited. The elevator opened, the only
occupant was a tall, leggy business woman dressed similarly to Pat. Pat smiled
and entered the elevator. Pat slumped against the wall of the elevator.

"Tough week?" ask the other woman.

"Yes, but the ending was great," smiled Pat.

"Where do you work?" the woman asked.

"Johnson and Associates, CPAs," replied Pat with her eyes closed, reliving Mr.
Abraham. "And you?"

"Down stairs at Abraham Engineering," the woman replied with a smile. "Want to
see my offices?"

Surprised, Pat straightened up and looked at the woman. "Yes mistress."

The woman leaned forward and pushed the button for the third floor. When the
elevator doors opened, the woman left the elevator and walked down the hall.
Pat followed. Pat noticed that the suit that the woman wore was extremely
expensive. Pat could see that the woman had ideal legs and a very firm ass.

The woman walked to the end of the hall, removed a key, unlocked the door,
punched in a security code for the alarm, and then held the door for Pat. A
sign on the door read, "Abraham Engineering." "Master is very good." thought
Pat.

The woman walked past the rows of desks and computers into the back of the
building where she opened a door and entered what was obviously the board room.
The room was luxurious with a large wooden table surrounded by chairs. The
windows in the room looked out over the freeway.

The woman turned around and assessed Pat as she closed the door. "You have
potential." The woman commented. She walked up to Pat and touched the stain on
Pat's blouse. "Looks like you have been busy." As the woman touched the stain,
her hand brushed Pat's nipple, a shiver went through Pat's body. "Better remove
it."

Pat unbuttoned her blouse and removed it to expose her creme bra. She stood
still as the woman leaned against the board room table watching Pat. "Take off
the bra and give it to me."

Pat removed the bra and felt the weight of her breasts as they fell free of the
bra's support. Pat held out the bra and the woman took it. The woman tossed the
bra into a nearby chair and patted the top of the table next to her. Pat moved
over and sat next to the woman.

The woman rose and moved to the other side of the table behind Pat. "Lean back
on your arms." Pat leaned back, supporting herself by her arms. She felt and
heard the handcuffs snap around her wrists. A slight tug on the cuffs and Pat
knew they were tied over the table.

The woman moved around to the front of Pat and pulled the rope from the
handcuffs under the table to tie Pat's ankles. Pat was now completely helpless
with her bare breasts pressing out. As the woman rose from tying Pat's ankles,
she pulled Pat's dress up to expose Pat's naked pussy. The woman ran a finger
along the edges and collected Pat's moisture.

"Hmmmm, still wet," she said. Pat saw the woman pull a blindfold from her
briefcase. A moment later, Pat's eyes were covered and Pat turned all of her
attention to her remaining senses.

Pat waited motionlessly for the woman's next move. It wasn't long before Pat
felt her right nipple being tugged and pinched. It reacted and was soon hard
and extended. The nipple clamp caused pain to race through her breast to the
rest of her body.

Soon the left nipple was hardened and a nipple clamp was attached there too.

The woman's attention seemed to have wandered away from Pat as Pat felt the
pain from the nipple clamps spread through her body. The affect was obvious as
she felt her juice ooze from her pussy and coat her thighs.

The woman returned to Pat and started wrapping rope around her chest. The
windings focused on Pat's ample breasts and soon each breast was strangled by
many windings. The breasts provided a new source of pain as they became
engorged with blood and tender to the touch. Pat's body was torn between the
pain and the pleasure she felt.

A moment passed while Pat savored the pain. Then the woman untied Pat's ankles
and pulled Pat onto her feet. Using the chains hanging from the nipple clips,
the woman turned Pat around to face the table. With a shove from behind, Pat
fell onto the table, her tender breasts taking the full impact of the fall.
Pain raced through her body and she almost fainted.

When she started to regain her senses, she realized that the woman had swung
Pat's skirt up to reveal Pat's ass and that the woman was rubbing Pat's ass-
hole with a cream. The motion of the woman's fingers around her ass-hole was
pleasing, Pat started to rotate her ass to take full advantage of the
situation.

The woman's fingers probed Pat for a while and then they were removed. Feeling
her cheeks pulled apart, Pat soon felt the tip of the strap-on dildo against
her waiting ass-hole. The woman had obviously done this before, the pressure
was slow, but consistent, with the dildo sliding into Pat at just the right
rate to send Pat to a new height of sensations.

Pat felt the woman's thigh press against the back of her own legs and knew that
the dildo had reached its limit. For a second, the woman remained absolutely
still, allowing Pat to relax to the sensations that were racing through her.
The woman then began a slow grinding motion which caused new and exciting
pulses within Pat.

The grinding continued for many minutes, all the time rolling Pat's highly
sensitive breasts against the top of the table. The woman grasped Pat's
handcuffed hands to provide additional leverage for her grinding motion which
was speeding up as the woman became more and more aroused herself.

The climax which washed over Pat seemed to start at her toes and envelop her
entire body, sending a scream from Pat's mouth. The scream and trembling from
Pat sent the woman into her own orgasm.

The two women remained connected by the dildo for a few minutes while each
savored the moment and allowed their senses to calm. Eventually the woman
pulled the dildo from Pat. Pat laid motionless. The handcuffs were removed and
Pat stretched her arms over her head.

Pat had forgotten the pain emanating from her breasts but when the woman turned
her over onto her back on the table, her breasts screamed aloud with new pain.
The woman snapped off the nipple clips and unwound the ropes encircling Pat's
breasts. The pain on being released was intense and Pat almost climaxed again.

Looking out the window, Pat saw that it was dark already. The lights from
traffic on the freeway presenting a beautiful scene.

Once she was able, Pat sat up and put her blouse on. The woman kept Pat's bra.
Once the two of them were fully clothed, they left the offices without saying a
word and Pat took the elevator to the first floor.

Pat felt her tenderized breasts rub against her blouse as she walked to her
car. Her own juices ran down her legs. She drove home thinking of the events
and wondering if her Master had more in store for her.

She called her son, Brian, to tell him she would be late and she would pick up
a pizza. Brian asked her if he could have a friend for dinner. She agreed.
Brian was her only child, but at seventeen, he couldn't be considered a child
anymore.

She stopped for a pizza and waited while it was being finished. She stood
watching the people enter the restaurant. She received more than her share of
looks. Pat was all too conscious of the looks, which when coupled with her
moist cunt and sore nipples, made her feel all the more sensuous. When anyone
entered the restaurant, she expected them to introduce themselves as "Abraham".
None did, but she evaluate all within the restaurant as a potential sex
partner.

Finally armed with the pizza, she continued on to her house. Brian met her at
the door. He commented that she had stained her blouse and took the pizza. Pat
mumbled something about getting the stain at lunch. Before she went upstairs to
change, Brian introduced his friend, Todd. Todd was not what Pat expected. Todd
was in his early twenties and was all muscle. The young man oozed testosterone.
His jeans were skin tight and his shirt did little to hide his muscles. Pat, as
any woman would be, was instantly drawn to him. Todd smiled warmly at her and
she hurried up-stairs.

Safe behind her bedroom door she let out a sigh. After a shower, dressed in
sweats, she returned to the dining room for a slice of pizza. Todd was leaning,
in all of his glory, against the counter. Pat made small talk, thankful that
the sweatshirt was baggy enough to hide her aroused nipples. Todd talked about
his school and his rugby team; all the time, Pat was hoping he would say the
magic word, "Abraham".

The three of them sat watching television. Pat waited for the word, but it did
not come. Finally Todd and Brian said their good-byes and left for a party. Pat
was disappointed that Todd hadn't ever said the one word which would have
earned her, and him, pleasure.

Pat settled back into her chair watching an old movie when there was a knock on
the door. She looked through the peep-hole and saw a chauffeur standing there,
a limo parked at the curbside. "Yes?" she asked through the door.

"I have been sent to pick you up," he replied.

"By whom?" She asked through the door.

"The man said his name was Abraham Lincoln." By the tone of his voice, the
chauffeur obviously did not think the man was really named Abraham Lincoln.

Pat smiled. "Just a second, I have to get ready."

"Mr. Lincoln said that you were to come as you are."

Pat surveyed her sweats. OK for the house, but, she wasn't keen on going out in
them. The Master had said to obey the instructions. She opened the door and
walked to the limo, followed by the chauffeur. He opened the door and she
entered the ample back seat.

"Master!" she said in surprise. On the opposing seat sat her Master.

He smiled at her. The car started to move. "Have you enjoyed tonight so far?"
he asked.

"Oh, yes sir."

"Have you learned anything."

Pat thought for a moment. "Yes sir."

"What did you learn?"

"Anyone, anywhere can pleasure me, sir." The Master smiled at this response.

"You are a very bright slave. Now remove your pants." Pat proceeded to remove
her pants, she smiled when she saw her Master hold up a clit clamp. The night
was young.


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