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Tuesday, September 30th, 2008

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Archive-title: Lauren’s Leaky Lips

I have a friend in a near-by city who is a gynecologist and who
is familiar with my sexual interests, having been a guest in my home
on many occasions. When in the course of looking between spread legs
I find something that I think he might enjoy seeing, I let him know
and he returns the favor when possible.
John is several years younger than I and quite an attractive
guy. He has always been a sports nut and stays in great shape by
jogging and playing volleyball and racquetball often. He is a very
professional man but does bend the rules a bit when he knows his
patients want him to.
Whenever he calls and invites me to visit him during office hours
I know I’m in for a treat. Such an invitation means that he has a
special patient, one whom he is sure I will enjoy helping him to
examine, and who will enjoy being examined by me. Over the years
we’ve had some interesting experiences, but none more interesting than
this last.
The appointed time was 2:00 pm on Thursday, and I was there right
on time. John’s nurses are accustomed to my coming to visit and all
but one of them believes me to be another physician whom John
sometimes calls in to consult with him. That’s usually how John
introduces me to the patients as well. The one nurse who knows I’m
not a doctor also knows exactly why I’m there and enjoys my visits as
much as John and I do, perhaps even more. Donna was a nurse in my
hometown for several years and I helped her get the job with John.
You may remember her from one of my earlier stories.
The patient whom we were to examine was a pretty young girl named
Lauren. Lauren was a sandy haired girl, age 22, with long shapely
legs and fine whispy cunt hair. She was very attracted to John and
had made several comments to him which indicated she was available
whenever he wanted her. Up to this point John had flirted back just a
bit, but had mostly kept the relationship on a professional level.
When Lauren had first come to John she came for just a routine
examination and pap smear having been referred by her family doctor.
John knew there must be something more than just the routine
examination involved but hadn’t been called by the family doctor and
didn’t know exactly what to expect.
His first examination of Lauren revealed quite a bit about why
she had been referred. Lauren knew exactly why she was there, but was
quite embarrassed about it and didn’t mention it prior to John’s
initial examination. He told me most of her background as we examined
her, feeling quite free to talk openly to me in her presence, even
with nurse Donna there as well.
Lauren was lying on the examining table with her legs in the
stirrups and her gown pulled up all the way to her waist. She was
very polite and at first didn’t seem too affected by my presence,
under the circumstances. Donna stood to the left of Lauren, her hand
on Lauren’s thigh and John and I stood at the foot of the table
looking at her private parts as John talked.
“As you may have already noticed, Doctor Wade, Lauren is an
especially interesting patient, and I wanted your input concerning her
“problem”, although frankly I’m not sure that I consider it to be a
real problem, if you know what I mean.” John reached between Lauren’s
legs and pointed to her body parts as he continued.
“Her vaginal opening is normal in size and configuration, her
hymen no longer intact. The clitoris (he touched it with the tip of
his ungloved finger as he spoke) is of normal size and responds to
stimuli in a very normal fashion. (He stroked Lauren’s clit, allowing
it to swell and extend itself as we watched. Donna licked her lips
and smiled at Lauren as her hips jerked from the contact) As you can
see, the labia major are un-remarkable and have the elasticity which
one might expect at Lauren’s age and degree of sexual experience.”
(John spread her outer cunt lips open with two fingers of his right
hand, allowing me to look further inside her pussy)
“The labia minor also appear to be normal in every way, and there
is no evidence of any damage at any time from abnormal insertions or
other such activities. Lauren informs me that so far at least there
have been no such activities which have been a part of her sexual
experiences.” (I glanced up at Lauren to see her blushing rather
deeply. Donna was rubbing Lauren’s thigh lightly now and still
smiling broadly)
“The unusual thing about Lauren, as you can well see, is the
copious amounts of vaginal fluids which flow from her opening. Lauren
was reluctant at first to discuss this with me, but we have overcome
that fear now, haven’t we Lauren?”
“Yes, John, er doctor”, she said blushing even more deeply, “I
promised to be very open about it with you and I feel okay about it
now. You’ve been very good to allow me to feel the freedom to talk
honestly about it. Doctor Jones (her family doctor) seemed to be
embarrassed about it for me and I think thats one of the main reasons
he suggested I come to see you.”
“Tell Doctor Wade how this unusually heavy flow of juices affects
your daily activities, Lauren”, John requested. Donna was now
replacing the pan which had been placed under Lauren’s bottom with an
empty one and poured the sweet smelling fluid into a large vial on the
counter next to the examining table. A large drop of fluid dropped
from her left cunt lip to the metal pan, making a plopping sound as it
hit the bottom. Another drop quickly followed, making a similar but
lower pitched sound as it landed beside the other one.
Lauren began talking, her voice a bit hoarse and raspy. It was
obvious that she was somewhat aroused by the examination.
“For the last six months I have had to wear maxi pads regularly
to avoid soiling my clothing”, she said her eyes moving back and forth
nervously from Donna to me. Donna patted her thigh gently with
understanding.
“At first I thought that I must be unconciously having wet dreams
…End of the part1. To be continued..

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Working ladyscan mf part7

Monday, September 29th, 2008

center of the universe: a woman’s crotch during any congress with a man whatso-

ever.

“Oh, GOD does this beat updating the planning charts!”

“Mmmmpphh, Llaaahhh yee?”

“Keep this up, and … Oh! Yes! There! uh! um, your fucking SOCKS will

smell like my underwear.”

The next few minutes of our conversation does not transliterate into ASCII

worth a pimp’s damn. Suffice it to say that Debbie has both a wonderfully

responsive nervous system, and the longest build-up to orgasm I have ever had

the pleasure to drive. For at least a full minute, I was sure that she would

come the following two seconds. Finally, with a grand shudder, she spread her

legs even wider, pulled my head hard aginst her, and began to writhe in ecstasy

all over my face. I believe that at the offically recorded beginning of her

orgasm, my nose was firmly ensconced within, and her swollen clitoris was firmly

held in my right nostril.

No matter. She came like everything, and I continued to lick, suck, and

swallow whatever I could lay my lips on. I guessed right, as she continued to

purr, sway, and rock for quite some time, nary a complaint about oversensitivity

or any of the other bugaboos I’ve discovered when eating a woman for the first

time.

Bit by bit, she quieted down again, falling steadily onto me as her passion

no longer sustained her.

“You like?” I sometimes indulge myself in rhetorical questions.

“Velly, velly much, Mr. Daniel. I must make a slight confession, though.”

“Really?” Hell, I’d just had one of my favorite activities; what could be a

problem now?

“I am fertile as a turtle today, and I have no means of contraception within

a dozen miles of here.”

“Bullshit, Lady. *We* have the most reliable of them all: mutual respect

and commitment to a common cause. I’m not ready to support a child this year

any more than you are, not to mention the relationship around it. Therefore,

neither of us is fully willing to follow this to its most natural conclusion

as long as conception is a viable possibility, pardon the pun.”

“Thank you, but I still owe you one.”

“You *owe* me nothing; I ate you for the sheer pleasure of nuzzling into

your hotness, and it is my pleasure and priviledge to lick you until you melt

from the assault. Care for another?”

“Not right now, but I may take you up on it later. Maybe I don’t owe you

anything, but *I* want you inside me right *now*. My biological clock is

probably trying to tell me something, but at least I can control the direction.

In any case, I *do* intend to make you come. Your pleasure, kind sir?”

“Far be it from me to turn down my lady’s request. Gladly will I have an

orgasm of monstrous proportions. Are you hungry yourself, or would you like to

wash this load by hand?”

“You pick; I’m still woozy.”

I carefully drew her to me for a long kiss, and then guided her head down,

past my throat, where she took over of her own accord. Her hands busied them-

selves with and then inside my pants, with her mouth following in due time.

I was at full erection again by the time my wallet thudded to the floor inside

my pocket. Her technique was what, in the business, we refer to as “the brute-

force method”. No real finesse; she simply sucked and bobbed for all she was

worth. I was gasping for breath in no time at all, and exploded just as the

pressure was beginning to turn pleasure into pain. With the stimulation I had

from eating her, I had quite a bit of semen ready to go, and she took it all

with great gusto, moaning in pleasure of her own, the vibrations adding to my

climax.

As I came back to earth, realizing that my feet still touched the floor, she

softly continued caressing me with her mouth, as gentle now as she had earlier

been direct. I almost cried with the sweetness of her sensitivity here, but

didn’t have the energy to work up to that level of being touched. I was a bit

sore and quite satisfied, certain that this was an experience we would both like

to repeat. Bit by bit, she worked me back to a state of half-erection. As much

as I wanted all the pleasure we could give one another here, I was still far too

senstive down there to enjoy any but the most lubricated of touching. Just as I

was about to ask her to stop, she drew back in a final farewell kiss, and rose

to hold me close.

“Now we’re even,” she grinned wickedly.

“Yes, almost.”

“Almost?”

“Yup. We’ll have to even things out later.”

She caught my reasoning in an instant, and fell to nibbling on my nipples,

while I tried to respond on hers as best I could. After-play is a lot of fun,

and probably one of the most important parts of a relationship. Unfortunately,

the real world brings us interruptions: the lights flickered. Looking into her

eyes, I knew we were thinking the same things.

“System’s gonna be hosed.”

“And if it’s bad enough, security might some looking for us.”

“Yeah. Batch queues are probaly dead for the next half-hour.”

“Time to see what we can salvage?”

“Yes, and I had a wonderful time tonight.”

“So did I. Kiss good-night?”

“Of course.”

We hurried a bit, stopping only to kiss favortie portions of each other just

before they disappeared under clothing again. The calm after the storm is a

neat thing to share.

“I’ll go first, and see if the coast is clear.”

In a few seconds, she whistled the opening bars of “On A Clear Day”, and I

got quickly out of the ladies’ room. We got back to our respective desks,

breaking decorum only with a quick squeeze of our hands and a knowing glance

that just barely missed showing canary feathers around our mouths.

—

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Working ladyscan mf part6

Sunday, September 28th, 2008

places. However, beauty and ugly are only skin deep; we were about to get below

that level. Debbie is clean, decidedly of the sex opposite mine, and she has

legs that just do not quit. Her mind is certainly of Mensa quality, and her

approach was the biggest turn-on I’ve had since getting my own degree. The fact

that she was above average in physical attributes was a nice bonus, but hardly

necessary under the circumstances.

“Lady, I would be proud and honored to kiss you good-night with your thighs

caressing my ears.” We both pushed her slacks down, so fast that she almost got

a friction burn. Her hands hung coyly at her sides, and I carefully examined a

soft, full delta of strawberry blonde hair.

“Strawberry blonde?” I mused; the hair on her head was definitely chestnut,

an unusual combination.

“My one physical vanity, Daniel … you’re the only other person in this

state who knows my true hair color. I don’t like the way my skin gets along

with my hair color, so I dye the hair.”

“Suits me; I like contrast, and I’ve always wanted to kiss a red-head.”

So saying, I eased her back onto the counter, her slacks under her to insulate

against industrial-cold tile.

“Say, don’t they have security cameras here?”

“Think about it, Daniel: who monitors the rest rooms? On camera? Who can

they trust to keep things honest and not get sued?”

“Well, I guess it seems pretty tough …”

“… and I pumped Joel for the details one night. A lot of the erstwhile

heat sensors are miniature cameras, but there is NO surveillance in the head.

Speaking of which, I believe you were about to give me some … ?”

Her legs opened slowly, and I moved up to get a better view. The thighs

parted, and the definition of her rose-gold pussy was public knowledge between

the two of us. The labia began to part, and I let this be a spectator sport no

more. With a gasp of pleasure from her mouth, a moan of satisfaction from mine,

I dove in headlong with both feet, tongue busy anywhere and everywhere, as the

heady aroma of a sweet woman’s most natural fluids filled my nostrils.

For some reason, I recalled the words of Joey Harris on “My Two Dads”:

“No, no technique; I just go psycho.” Dear reader, that’s how it was. I lost

all rational control, trying to simultaneously insinuate my tongue all the way

to the back of her navel, suck her clitoris at least as far as my upper palate,

and vibrate my lips over the whole of her outer labia. Although I didn’t give

a damn, I was sure that I was hard as a rock. First things first, though, and

second things maybe not at all: for now, I was going to use everything that two

older women had taught me, and return Debbie’s investment in this little esca-

pade a hundredfold. She was going to soak my beard, or my tongue would damned

well fall off from trying and lay on the floor for the early shift to clean up.

From her reaction, I gathered that at least the initial foray was a massive

success. She made more noise than I was comfortable with, but I was not about

to come up for a check. If anyone heard and would walk in on us, they would

find me true to my calling, at my post to the very end. For now, my post was

to give Debbie any and all pleasure I could. Our position was somewhat awkward

for running my hands up to her breasts (I know for sure; I did it, and almost

pulled a muscle trying to keep them there), so I did my best to focus on the

…End of the part6. To be continued..

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Working ladyscan mf part5

Saturday, September 27th, 2008

go on, and chuckled inwardly at the strage courtesy of warming up my water for

me. Cute. Nuts, and cute. Fits her meeting personality perfectly.

I came out of my stall, relieved to be almost totally out of what could have

been a very touchy situation, happy to have found a new friend for these late-

night sessions. I walked up to the open sink and turned to thank her reflec-

tion for the silly courtesy.

My words caught in my throat. She was smiling directly at my reflection,

washing her hands, as if she were totally unaware that the front of her blouse

was fully open, her brassiere hanging limply inside. Though they were hardly

perfect for an X-rated movie, the two tender breasts that were half-exposed

were easily the best sight I’d seen all night.

“Like I said, I’m sorry I interrupted your mood.” Her wicked grin left only

the depth of her apology to the imagination. “Want to get back into it? My

stuff is in the batch queue, too.”

“God, I hope there’s a high load tonight!” I turned toward her.

“Tut, tut, Daniel! Wash your hands before you eat!”

That left one less question unanswered. I was stunned, totally stunned,

ready for just the short titillation and then privacy, or anything more

involved. Whee! A little midnight snack!

I washed my hands quite thoroughly, and Debbie came over to help me dry them.

Leading me back to the sinks, she hopped up to sit on one, and drew my head down

to taste her now-erect nipples. We let out complementary sighs of pleasure.

Her hands played over my hair, down the sides of my face, twirled a few random

beard hairs into my ear. As I warmed up to the task at hand, the hands wandered

inside my shirt, freeing one or two unnecessary buttons, softly stroking the mat

of black hair that grows there for no particular reason.

She found my left nipple and tweaked it playfully, giggling at my yelp. You

see, I have fantastically sensitive nipples for a guy. Any woman who can do a

credible job of sucking nipples can have me at full erection and half out of

control within five minutes. That’s how my second lover seduced me on our first

date. She started licking my chest, hit the nipples, and I was putty in her

hands. She took full advantage of the situation, and took me right there on the

couch in her law office, with the senior partner briefing his brains out three

offices away.

“You like, or is that a one-time-only?”

“I like, I melt, but get your requests in early. Too much stimulation, and

I’m good for nothing but being taken advantage of.”

“I’ll keep that in mind; wouldn’t want you to go away with eating properly.”

“Meaning?”

She hopped off the counter for a moment and opened her zipper. “I want to

get your beard all smelly. With your permission, of course.”

I’ve mentioned before that Debbie is not your classic lady who folds in two

…End of the part5. To be continued..

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Working ladyscan mf part4

Friday, September 26th, 2008

“No, not on my account. I lived in Paris for a year, so it doesn’t really

bother me much. Stay if you like. I’ll admit, though, that I had to switch

gears there. I never expected it here.”

“Well, I’m done, if you want me to leave.”

“No, actually, it’s pretty funny. I could use a good laugh after what I’ve

gone through tonight. Damn machinery. Found a bug in the chip, and I thought

it was the simulator all this time. Stinking bug in the user interface covered

it up for two days.”

“Know what you mean. Had a few of those myself. Y’know, this is kind of

fun.”

“Yeah; kind of intimate, without anyone around to tell us how silly we’re

being.”

“Are we?”

“I guess not. If either of us thought so, we’d leave.”

“Yup.”

“Say, if you were done, what were you still doing in here? Smelling the

place? Is it any different?”

“Yeah, it’s different, but I couldn’t say how. Not really better or worse,

but like walking into a bathroom in a strange house.” I avoided her direct

question.

“So you stayed longer to smell a different smell?” The teasing in her voice

had obvious intent, and I could have played along if I hadn’t been actually

doing what she was jokingly implying. I swallowed as she finished her much-

needed peeing.

“Sorry, did I hit an indelicate subject?”

“No offense, but do you want to know the truth?” Very honest here, letting

her really think about it.

She thought. She came back in the same tone. “Yes, I’d really like to, and

thank you for the offer.”

We had just made a great leap in trust, not uncommon at large meetings, but

new to me on a personal level, in spite of my four years with this high-powered

organization.

“Well, I got the batch queue filled with diagnostic runs, had nothing to do,

and made the happy mistake of checking the newsgroup for erotic stories. There

was a particularly good one tonight. I had to come in here anyway, and uh,

quite frankly, I was following business with pleasure when you came in.”

“Wow! I’m flattered! Is this part of the company culture?”

“Doing it, no. Telling you about? I hardly think there’s a corporate

policy to cover it. Did I shock you?”

“No, actually, I’m quite honored to be trusted so much.” I heard her pull

off some toilet paper, and noticed under the stall partition how a dainty foot

moved slightly as she wiped.

“I hope I didn’t upset anything.”

“As long as we’re being honest, I was just getting into it. Surprise kind of

breaks the mood, though.”

“Yeah, it does. I’m sorry. Well, I’m done here. See you at the sink?”

“It’s a date.”

We both flushed, and I got myself composed again while she quickly re-did

whatever was undone, and headed up to the sinks. I heard two water spigots

…End of the part4. To be continued..

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Working ladyscan mf part3

Thursday, September 25th, 2008

this one finished. I drained my coffee cup and went back to the story.

The next segment had some nice background on the main characters, including

one *very* well-written love scene between our heroine and her former lover.

At the end of part 1, my pants were far too small, and my breakfast waste was

ready to be left in the nearest convenient sanitary receptacle. I checked on

the processes again; the test driver was now properly rebuilt, and my main job

was humming along merrily. Time for some relief.

I headed off for the rest rooms in my corner of the building, and felt a

small tug of my crazy urges again. Since there are more bathroom sets than

people in the whole complex at this time of night, I sometimes find myself the

only person in my section of the building. Once in a great while, I take advan-

tage of this to indulge a crazy childhood urge, and use the ladies’ room instead

of the gents’. No problem, I am always neat and clean, and only do it when

there is no danger of anyone getting surprised. No big deal, just one of those

private flauntings of the establishment that lets out a few more frustrations

during the crunches.

Tonight, I decided to do it again. Even if Debbie did get the urge during

her debugging, she’d use the can on her side of the floor. We had some deep

respect for one another, but nothing on a personal level that would soften a

surprise like this. No problem; it wouldn’t be the first time I’d done this

with a woman somewhere in the building.

I chose the middle stall, and noted again how the room smelled just a bit

different from the gents’. Not necessarily better, just different. I sat in

rapt contemplation of this non-fact, and took care of necessities. My mind

wandered back to the story, and I found myself slowly caressing my genitals as

I remembered the story. I stopped for a moment, as I’d never masturbated in

the ladies’. “What the heck,” I thought, “In for a penny …” I imagined how

the heroine’s original choice must have felt, finding an attractive girl all

over him so suddenly, and decided that, in his position, I’d probably be quite

flattered by it all. By this time, I was getting quite aroused, and lost my

will to think about the story, recalling instead the lovely non-sins of my own

college days, fondly remembering those all-night loving sessions with the two

ladies who had made me so glad to be alive, each in her own time.

Suddenly, I heard a slap on the door, and a muttering voice follow in some

pretty heavy footsteps. I thought fast, and decided that I’d better reduce the

impact of any further surprises. My hard-on was suddenly a limp-off, and I

cleared my throat.

“Oh, hi!” Debbie said, before I could compose a sentence. “Didn’t know

anyone else was here. Who be dat?” She swung into the stall to my right,

and took an extra flush for good measure.

“Uh, Dan. Yeah, me; from workstations.”

“Oh, really? A little lost, are we?”

“No, uh, honestly, I come in here sometimes when the building is empty, just

for kicks. Should I leave?”

…End of the part3. To be continued..

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Working ladyscan mf part2

Wednesday, September 24th, 2008

I looked over the last batch of diagnostic output, and cursed myself for a

novice. I’d just wasted four hours of clock time, although with the low system

load tonight, I could re-run the test in about an hour. I fixed the misspelled

keyword in the test script and stuffed the process into the background. I went

looking for the Next Thing, and found that last night’s repairs had tested out

just fine at 25Mhz; time to run them on the full-bore model, 33Mhz. A success

from this, and I could take Friday off to celebrate.

That done, I checked the day’s mail traffic. A couple of nasty taunts from

the Kennelmeister. KM was a guy in Delaware who was one of my most worthy

opponents in my favorite play-by-email combat game. Between us, we took about

half of the available awards in each game cycle, and had a lot of fun giving

one another large amounts of shit in between. The other players seemed to be

amused, too. Have to look him up if I ever get to that side of the Mississippi.

“DAMN!” Debbie apparently thought she was alone up here.

“Consider it done!” I shouted across the floor. I don’t know whether or not

she heard me, and I wasn’t going to press the issue. She had her problems, and

I had mine. I typed out a quick response to KM’s threat of beating my Alsace-

Lorraine battalion into radioactive rubble, and checked the process mix. All

the stuff was still executing; so far, so good.

Next, I got into UseNet, calling in my graveyard set of newsgroups. During

the day, the casual observer would see only low-load access to the technical

groups that most of my group followed on a regular basis. At night, though,

the frustrated yearnings of my alter-ego took over. For at least a month or so,

I was giving up soccer, volleyball, writing, and my social life, such as they

were. In between problems, I keep a minor involvement in these interests by

reading the efforts of others on the net. About once in each crunch-time, I

get the clear time to add a bit of my own to the newsgroup, feeling that I am

thereby repaying the others for my vicarious living in their efforts.

Tonight, there was little new stuff, except for the fourth group down:

rec.arts.erotica had four new articles. Either the moderator had been studying

for exams and just posted the collected writings, or someone had finally comple-

ted another series. I “n”ed my way down there, and called up the first article.

“In the Shadows of Your Heart”, part 1 of 4. Yippee! A dirty story to while

away the debugging hours for the rest of the week (that’s how long it took me to

get through most of these). I dug right in, noting that the author couldn’t

spell very well, but had a nice way of describing characters. Within five

minutes at my reading speed, the heroine had trapped her dream man in a corner,

dragged him home over faint protests, and had balled his brains out to their

mutual pleasure. I had an erection, of course, but the little beep and message

at the bottom of my screen got the best of me.

The verification run had failed again, but the problem turned out to be a

simple one. One of the junior members of the team hadn’t compiled his support

routines in the proper order. I went into the common test base, and sent off a

job to correct the problem, setting up another verification job to begin when

…End of the part2. To be continued..

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Working ladyscan mf

Tuesday, September 23rd, 2008

Archive-author: William D. Wickart

Archive-title: Ladies’ Can, The

It was another long, late night in the lab at work. This is a great job,

but the occasional “crunch” times explains why so few people survive more

than a handful of years. The problems are rewarding, and correct solutions let

me attend national trade conferences as an “engineering expert”, answering deep

questions on state-of-the-art technology for any of the twenty thousand people

attending from all facets of the industry. That’s the real “high” of all this

grinding: to look over a huge convention trade hall, filled with the most active

people in the whole high-tech industry, and be publically acknowledged as one of

the very few who actually *creates* the magic.

In all humility, I am merely the representative of a team of 20 to 50 people

who worked equally hard; my specialty outside design is that I can translate the

world of pull-up transistors and half-latches into the information needs of a

potential sales representative for a major customer. I can do it for 15 hours a

day for a week at a time, and keep track of who I have told what, and how much

they seem to like it. Our sales force loves me, and it gives me that one skill

outside my own department that I need for long-term advancement in the company.

True power is being among the best, and being able to get other people to recog-

nize it. Thanks to my God and my teachers, I am both.

Tonight, however, was one of those nights lost in the shuffle of “nine parts

perspiration.” I had taken once again to working midnight to about 10AM, so I

could get a peaceful environment and all the machine cycles I could eat. I have

a whole stable of routines that start their deliberations as soon as enough

people leave for their families and night life; by the time I come in, I had

quite enough diagnostic information in my electronic mailbox to take the next

step in debugging. Sometimes, I can take a few good ideas and get Jeff to

run them during the day; sometimes, I do the same for him. Between us, we cut

about 10% of the development time out of the overall department schedule, and

our stock options bear witness to our continued effectiveness. We even see one

another about once a week in these times.

That night, however, I had things almost all to myself. Someone was working

in the layout area across the floor; the overhead lights were on, and I could

see a few brown curls bob occasionally between there and the offices to the

right. Probably Debbie, one of the brightest of our new college crop last June.

She has a quick mind and a good insticnt for the correct solution, but she still

has a hard time letting go of “her” solution when a better one comes up. Also,

she puts in even more graveyard time than I did. The pace of work here will fix

both those deficiencies within three years, one way or the other. I was in no

position to guide her into more productive paths, as we rarely shared a problem

on a day-to-day basis.

…End of the part1. To be continued..

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Working jj txt part5

Monday, September 22nd, 2008

tongue push out through her lips to lick the front of my balls

and the base of my pleasure unit.

The blood surged through my head and I felt my cock

again stiffening to a rock-like hardness in her softly sucking

mouth. She hummed softly on it, sending shivers of sensation

through me. Her tongue worked over and around it and she began

to pump it slowly in and out of her sucking lips. It felt so

hot and slippery that in no time I was flying high again.

She steadily increased her pace, plunging down on my

burgeoning cock and then sucking gently as she lifted her head

off of it. Her right index finger and thumb encircled the base

of it and her left hand palmed my balls gently, silently asking

for another delivery of hot cum.

I couldn’t wait to oblige, and her attentions became

more strident and demanding as she took me higher and higher

into a cloud of brilliant sex-pleasure. She began augmenting

her efforts by pumping the skin of my cock up and down in rhythm

with her sucking and at the same time squeezing the shaft

rhythmically with her thumb and finger. It was like being

fucked and sucked at the same time, and it sent me completely

off my rocker. My brain seemed to be spinning at a thousand

miles an hour, cruising along at 50,000 feet. My senses were

swamped in a continuous blast of pleasure. I grasped blindly

toward the walls, trying not to collapse as my muscles seemed

almost out of my control.

I felt the warmth of her hand cupping my balls and she

gulped “Cum, cum, cum…” with each plunge onto my prick. The

vibration of her voice was indescribably pleasurable. My

breathing was hot, hard, and spasmodic when I could be sure I

was breathing at all. Then I don’t think I breathed at all for

what seemed an eternity. My muscles were all locked rigidly, my

back arched, standing on tip toes to give her as much access to

my most sensitive spots as possible. I was drowned in

incredible sex, feeling as I never had before.

Without any warning I started cumming again, feeling

like I was spurting gallons into her hot mouth, a volcanic

eruption that started in the depths of my being and boiled

inexorably toward the surface until it burst almost explosively

from my cock. Her tongue worked overtime, lashing ferociously

around my cock as her lips and fingers milked me for all I had

left. I shook and convulsed in the stuffy closet air as I came

and came, and her slippery lips clenched pleasurably on my prick

as she swallowed it all. She hummed her appreciation as she

slowed her pace to a steady, gentle pistoning that lovingly drew

out my hottest juices.

Finally I almost collapsed over her and she steadied me

with her left hand while she gently sucked and milked the last

few slippery dribbles from my softening cock. She was truly an

artist at oral sex and I knew this was a life experience I would

never forget. It was all too obvious that she loved giving such

pleasure.

Finally she pulled my softening shaft from her lips with

a smack, gave it a few soft parting licks of her cum-coated

tongue and stood up, still helping steady me on my feet.

Gasping for breath, shuddering spasticly, I gazed in

ecstasy on her shining face, and we smiled gloriously at each

other. We silently hugged and kissed again, tasting each

other’s juices on each other’s tongues, and then began to

shakily get our clothes back together.

Before she could fasten her bra I had to lean forward

and kiss and suck her magnificent breasts once more, and she

sighed and stroked my head in appreciation as I did so.

She fastened her bra and then gently squeezed my now

hanging dong and kissed me again.

“I hope we get a chance to do this again some time.” she

said, but I think we both knew that this would probably be our

only encounter. We kissed softly and deeply, silently

expressing our thanks to each other for the wonderful experience

we had shared.

Then I pulled up my pants and put on my shirt and she

zipped up her panties and pulled on her sweater. I picked up my

tie and she listened at the door for a moment to make sure no

one was walking through the short hallway outside.

Then she grinned and winked at me, turned out the light,

and exited through the door into the brightly lit hall. I

followed quickly and shut the door behind me as she turned the

corner to enter the ladies’ room. I hurried the other direction

into the mens’ room and, thankfully finding it empty, entered a

stall and sat down to dry my crotch with some toilet paper.

Then I washed my hands, quickly put on my tie and left, feeling

flushed and sweaty but tingling all over with ecstatic echoes of

the fantastic sex I had just experienced.

A few moments later I made my way back to my office,

still shaking inside, and went back to work, still able to taste

and smell the exquisite bouquet of sex. What a wonderful

afternoon it was.

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Working jj txt part4

Sunday, September 21st, 2008

enmeshed, and for a moment I stayed still, feeling her muscles

twitching and clenching around my cock.

Then she started to move, slowly, up and down in longer

and longer strokes that had us both almost in tears with

ecstasy. She tongued my neck and ear, and bit my earlobe as she

worked me over, pistoning smoothly and steadily up and down on

me. I rolled my hips around and around, trying to enhance her

pleasure as her talented pussy almost sucked me off, churning

and pumping juicily. Our crotches were soaked with our mixed

juices as she worked me over.

She moaned gutterally in my ear and I felt her cunt

squeezing me. I knew she was almost there and I lifted up on my

toes to ram into her a bit harder. Her moan changed to a soft

squeal as she plunged down on me and her body shook and

shuddered as she started to come.

“Give it to me!” she groaned, “Cum in me, you stud.”

Knowing that she wanted it was the last straw for me,

and I was overcome with waves of pleasure as my muscles

involuntarily began pumping hot cum into her. My brain was

awash with fantastic sensations as I humped into her, and her

rhythmically clenching cunt drove me wild with pure sex.

We jerked and lurched together, almost falling over in

the small dimly lit closet. I lowered my face to tongue her

breasts in a frenzy as she milked me with her crotch. Her hair

in disarray, her head, thrown back in revery, was framed against

the bare lightbulb’s light, and I delivered her one of the great

cums of my life there in the middle of the workday.

Finally I began to fade a bit. We were both flushed and

covered with sweat as she again grinned at me and lifted herself

slowly off of me. My drenched and slippery cock pulled from her

cunt with a wet sound and we both groaned with sensation at the

same instant.

“Oh you beautiful stud.” She murmured breathily. “That

was truly incredible. I knew you had it in you, and I’m so glad

I got it out of you.”

I shook my head, trying to clear it, feeling the juice

running down my legs as I took a short step back. “You are one

incredible lady.” I gasped. “Thank you so-o-o much. That was

one fantastic fuck and I will remember it forever.”

Julie sat weakly down on the stool, her breasts shining

with sweat, still gasping with excitement. “You deserve a

reward!” she proclaimed as she again grasped my cock and guided

it to her face.

I was speechless as she rubbed it on her cheeks and

neck, looking up to judge my pleasured reaction. I placed my

hands on her shoulders again to steady myself and she grinned

and extended her tongue to lick a drop of cum from the head of

my prick. It jumped in response and her smile widened.

Then she closed her eyes and smoothly engulfed its

length until her nose was buried in my crotch hair. I felt her

…End of the part4. To be continued..

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Working jj txt part3

Saturday, September 20th, 2008

my superheated prick she knelt down on one knee and kissed the

head of it, making it jump and jerk, now more erect than ever.

She looked on it appreciatively and I quivered with

anticipation, dropping my t-shirt on the floor.

She looked up at me with a grin and leaned forward again

to take my cock into her hot mouth, watching my eyes bug out

with the sensation. Her tongue laved it in her mouth, wetting

it well, and I placed my hands on her shoulders to steady

myself. She gave it two long slurping sucks before taking her

mouth away, making me moan and then slump as she stopped her

fine attentions.

Then she stood and kissed me hotly again, pressing her

naked chest against mine. I reeled with pleasure at the

sensation and my hands instinctively lifted her skirt to stroke

her thighs and crotch.

Then it was my turn to kneel down. She put one foot up

on a small stool that must have been left in the closet by the

telephone men and I pushed her skirt back to expose her panties

to my view. Lo and behold, she was wearing “easy access”

panties with a nylon zipper from the top of the front all the

way up the back. She reached down and grasped the zipper even

as I noticed it and pulled it down, down, and, leaning forward,

pushed it through her crotch and up the back. As she removed

her hand the zipper split open and her hair and labias burst

through, the lips already engorged, pink and shining.

I gasped with excitement and she chuckled. “I was

enjoying myself in the ladies room before I met you.” It was

obvious she had been, too, for as I impulsively dove into her

crotch, my tongue found her pussy to be hot, wet, and slippery,

just the way I like them. She smelled and tasted so sexy it

made my head spin.

I found her clit almost at once, and after stroking my

tongue up and down her slit a few times I began making slow

smooth circles around her clit. Now it was her turn to lean on

my shoulders. I heard her gasp and felt her body jerk with

pleasure as I ate her well. I even tongued back to her vagina

and rimmed it as she, one foot still up on the stool, leaned

back to give me easier access.

After a minute more, Julie, shuddering and gasping,

lifted me away and to my feet. She hugged me to her and lowered

herself a little until I felt my cock head resting in her crotch

hair. I reached down with one hand and, as we again kissed

heatedly, moved the head of my cock up and down between her

labias, trying to rub it on her clit. She reached down and

replaced my hand with hers to guide my tool smoothly into her

cunt.

The heat I felt there was incredible. The head pressed

smoothly in and then broke past the first resistance. We both

gasped with pleasure and she kissed me again as she lowered

herself down still further until our groins met. We were fully

…End of the part3. To be continued..

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Working jj txt part2

Friday, September 19th, 2008

She closed the door behind us and turned on a small

light bulb in the closet, which was actually fairly large. It

was perhaps 5 x 10 feet in size, with one wall covered with

terminal blocks and wiring. Then she turned to me and put her

arms around me, hugging me to those magnificent breasts of hers.

“Are you sure about this?” I asked hesistantly, feeling

the need to give her an out when in reality it was I who wasn’t

sure I wanted to stay.

“Sure, I’m sure.” She grinned, “I’ve wanted to try you

out for quite some time.” She kissed me warmly on the lips and

I felt the heat in her kiss as she squeezed me tightly. My

pecker was already standing and the blood raced through me as I

hugged her in return.

She let me go and stepped back to lift the front of her

sweater, revealing her magnificent globes in a fine lacy bra

that only made them look better. Then she unsnapped the front

clasp of the bra and her breasts came free, exposing their

creamy white beauty to my eyes.

“Julie, you are one beautiful and exciting woman.” I

said as I lifted her boobs to my face with my hands and began

kissing and sucking them. She leaned back slightly to raise

them still more and sighed with pleasure as she did so. I went

to town, intent on pleasuring her to the best of my best

abilities.

I tongued those alabaster beauties all over, sucking and

nipping with my lips at her hard nipples. Her large brown

aureoles turned pink as her nipples stiffened.

Julie enjoyed this attention for several minutes before

pulling her sweater over her head and shrugging off her bra. I

wrapped my arms around her and kissed her chest all over,

enjoying the sensation of her silky smooth skin, until she pushed

me gently away and kissed me again. This time her hot lips

opened and her even hotter tongue entered my mouth, making my

hair stand on end with excitement as it explored and tittilated

my oral orifice.

As she hugged me close, kissing me hotly, her hands

roamed over me, squeezing my buttocks and stroking my back. We

broke from that super-hot kiss to gasp for air, and her shining

eyes locked with mine. We didn’t need to speak, for there was

plenty of communication between us without it.

Her hands pulled out my shirt tails and slid below my

belt to squeeze my buttocks again, and she almost lifted me off

my feet as we kissed heatedly again.

I pushed her back slightly and began undoing my tie and

pulling off my shirt in a frenzy, and her hands moved around to

undo my belt and unzip my pants. Before I could discard my

shirt her hands were inside the front of my jockey shorts

caressing my cock, which by now was hard as a rock.

She murmured and cooed as she fondled me, pulling my

pants and shorts to my knees with one hand. As the cool air hit

…End of the part2. To be continued..

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Working jj txt

Thursday, September 18th, 2008

Archive-author:

Archive-title: Julie Jumps (me)

One lucky man’s adventures at the office. 1/31/89

Julie was a large, intelligent woman. She stood close

to 6 feet tall and had probably been rather overweight at one

time but had obviously gotten it well under control. She had

black hair and green eyes that always looked sharply and could

sparkle with fun at times. Obviously highly intelligent, you

could never be sure exactly what she was thinking.

Her figure was ample, perhaps 42-38-42, and her strong

frame gave her a well-put-together look. She always dressed

impeccably at work, wearing clothes that flattered her while

remaining relatively conservative.

Julie and I had always gotten along well, sharing jokes

in the elevator or just smiling and saying hi in the hallways.

I had always been attracted to her. I like that self confidence

that allows a woman to smile unabashedly at men in a way that

says that she never feels herself to be less than they. Julie

was definitely an strong and assertive woman, and easily the

equal to any man.

One day I was getting a drink at the water fountain down

the hall when she walked by. The water fountain was located

around a bend in the hall from the office doors, and was next

to the door to the ladies room. She had just come out of the

ladies room, and as she walked by she gently swatted my seat. I

was so surprised I almost bumped my head on the wall behind the

fountain.

“Now now!” I said as I quickly straightened up and

looked after her. She looked back with a big grin and then

turned and walked back to me.

“You want some more, little boy?” she teased, grinning

wider and looking slightly down on me.

“You’d better watch out.” I shot back. “I might take

you up on that!”

She took a breath, thrusting her large breasts out at me

slightly. “You might, eh?” she said, still grinning. “And what

if I said ‘Let’s’?”

My heart began to pound and I said “I’d like that, I’m

sure.”

“Step this way, young man.” she said, and, taking my

hand, led me around the corner away from the office to another

short hall section where she opened a phone closet door. My

heart was pounding louder now, and I was already feeling a glow

of warmth coming over me. My nerves tingled with tension and

anticipation. I had had dreams like this occasionally for

months, but never considered them a real possibility.

…End of the part1. To be continued..

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Fetish jill txt

Wednesday, September 17th, 2008

Archive-author: Jill’s Story
Archive-title: Silk Miniskirt

The party was really jumping and everyone looked so fantastic in their
costumes. I didn’t really want to go but my girlfriend Gina talked me into it
just before the party. I didn’t have a costume but she said she would get me
one if I came over to her house. She had a costume laid out when I got there.
I got a little nervous when I saw what she had. It was a hooker outfit,
complete with a short skirt and very high heels! She even had lingerie for
underneath, insisting that it was a part of the costume and I needed it to
make the costume authentic. I’d never worn anything like this before. I was
so nervous about going out in public dressed this way. Gina sat me down and
did my hair in a real wild fashion, then did my make-up, putting it on very
heavy.

I don’t think I would have worn this costume if not for Gina pushing me.
The top of the dress was very low cut in the front and back, ending in a deep
v. The hem of the skirt came to just below the tops of the garter stockings.
I didn’t dare sit down or the skirt would pull up exposing everything! The
dress was bright red as was the lingerie underneath; red garter belt, panties
and a silkie bra that barely covered my nipples, let alone hold anything up.
The stockings were sheer tan and the ankle-strap sandals had 4 inch heels,
making it very difficult to walk.

I was really nervous walking around in this outfit at the party. It
seemed like all the guys were watching every move I made. I guess in my
nervousness I had a few too many drinks, but it helped to calm my fright.
Gina kept coming by and trying to reassure me that I looked great, but the
sexy outfit and the too heavy make-up were not my style.

A friend of Gina’s, Paul, came by and asked me to dance. I tried to beg
my way out of it, so we talked for a little while. He was really nice and I
began to relax some, finally agreeing to after a bit. A slow number started
as we got the the dance floor and I found myself in Paul’s arms, turning
slowly on the floor. As nice as he seemed before we danced, I found out that
it wasn’t really true. He pulled me tighter to him and his hands began to
wander over me in the dim light.

I was really scared and tried to back away from him but he was too
strong. He kissed me tenderly and his warm hands clung to my ass. I didn’t
know what to do. I tried to break away but his probing tongue was very
insistent. He slipped his tongue between my lips and toyed with my tongue,
kissing me deeply. My arms were locked around his neck, making me very
vulnerable. His hands clung to me, sliding smoothly over the soft back of my
dress. Being on the high heels, I was always a little off-balance and Paul
used that, forcing me to hang on to him or else I would fall.

Paul realized that I was helpless and decided to take complete advantage
of the situation. I could feel my skirt inching up as his hands methodically
stroked over me. He was exposing me to everyone! I tried to tell him to stop
but he was kissing me so hard that no noise came out of my mouth except
muffled sounds. I was afraid to open my eyes. I just knew that everyone was
looking at me, seeing everything under my skirt. I could hear quiet talking
around me as we danced and caught a few words here and there…”She’s acting
the part”….”What a little slut”.

Strangely, this not only scared and embarrassed me, but it excited me a
little too. I didn’t know what to think. All these strange feelings inside
me. Paul increased the pressure as my skirt rose higher, his hands now on my
silk panties tracing the outline of the garter tabs. His fingers really did
feel nice as he touched me. It was so wrong but it felt so good! One of his
hands slid up between us and he began to tease my breasts through the thin
material of my dress. Against my better judgement, my nipple responded to his
touch, growing hard under his gentle manipulations. The voices kept drifting
in and out as we danced….”I knew she was hot”….”She never let me do
that”….”She really is a slut”. I could feel the color rising in my cheeks
as the embarrassment of my situation increased. I couldn’t help myself as I
stole a peak through my closed eyelids. Everyone had stopped dancing and was
standing around in a circle around us as we danced, watching the wanton
display of my private things. I felt so exposed standing with my skirt pulled
up and all these strangers looking at my lingerie as Paul touched me and
showed me off. Paul’s finger slided slowly into my panties and eased them
down around my things. His other hand pulled the top of my dress off my
shoulders, forcing my arms down to my sides, trapped by the sleeves.

Breaking the torrid kiss, Paul stepped back away from me and whispered
for me to hold my dress up over my hips so everyone could see. I felt so
helpless as my hands moved quickly to do what he said. I had no control over
anything I did. There I stood, my panties pulled down, totally exposed to
everyone around me.

Looking around me, I could see all my friends watching me. Paul
whispered for me to turn around slowly so they could get a good look at me.
Powerless, I turned in a circle, watching the looks on everyone’s face. I
could feel myself blushing deeply, but something inside me kept saying to do
what he said. My pussy was totally exposed to them and I couldn’t have run if
I wanted to with my panties around my thighs plus the towering high heels. As
I ended my turn, I spotted Gina standing in the crowd, her hands pressed tight
to the front of her skirt, masturbating furiously. Suddenly I realized that
this was a set up, she had planned the whole thing! The costume, the booze,
and Paul!

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Working jenny txt part8

Tuesday, September 16th, 2008

wrapped around me almost hard enough to squeeze the breath out of me and my

cock ground hard against her pubic fuzz. Finally her mouth released mine

only long enough to gasp, “I want you in me now!”

I had roughly the same idea by then myself. She rolled over on her back,

more or less pulling me on top of her. I raised my hips and she reached

down to guide me into the right spot.

With slow deliberateness I thrust my cock into her. She was so wet and

excited that it slid in with no resistance at all, until I was buried in her

as deep as I could go and I felt her fuzz tickling my lower belly. She

pressed her hips against mine for maximum penetration as her gasps became

cries.

I did not pump but simply held myself there as her movements grew more

frantic and her cries louder. I knew if I moved too much I would come and I

wanted to enjoy this as long as I could. Instead I just moved myself from

side to side a little, pushing her even closer to the brink as she bucked

beneath me.

“Oh God… Oh God…” she moaned, her voice getting higher and louder

until her muscles locked and held rigid in an explosive orgasm. The muscles

of her vagina locked tight on my penis and almost against my will I

orgasmed, pumping my seed deep into the warm depths of her body for what

seemed a long, long time and intensifying her pleasure even more, if such a

thing was possible.

We shared an endless moment of agonizing pleasure before collapsing in

an exhausted heap, with me still laying on top and buried deep within her.

Gasping for air and trying to regain some of our strength, we lay like

that for who knows how long. Jenny’s eyes looked up into mine and she was

so achingly beautiful in the half-light streaming in from the window. In

those eyes there was no more fire (though I knew it would soon be back) but

warmth and tenderness and gratitude and… love?

In an exhausted voice she said, “Hi there, stranger.”

In a similarly exhausted voice I replied, “Hi there yourself. Come here

often?” My unintentional double entendre sent us both into a fit of

laughter that wiped away any tension that might have remained. It felt as

if we had been lovers for years, instead of just one frantic night. For a

fleeting instant I felt a glimmer of hope that it might go on for years…

She spoke and interrupted my musing. “You know, it’s been well over a

year since I’ve… been with anybody. In one short night you’ve made up for

all that lost time and then some. I’ve never experienced anything this

intense. Never.”

“I don’t think I have either.” I replied tiredly. “This was incredible.

Just as I had always thought it might be.”

“Yeah. Me too.” She shifted a little and a wave of residual pleasure ran

though me. “Actually, I could get used to this on a… a regular basis.

I’ve always, um, liked you. Maybe in the near future we could… um…”

I shushed her quietly, “The future can take care of itself, and perhaps

we’ll be in each other’s. I think I’d like that myself very much. Right now

let’s just enjoy the moment.” She nodded silently and relaxed.

It was not long before my penis began to swell again, and Jenny noticed

it almost before I did for I had never pulled it out. The second time

around I was much less sensitive and lasted far longer. She climaxed at

least six times before I came again and we both collapsed, exhausted for

real, as the first light of dawn began to color the sky outside.

We spent most of Sunday in bed, and not from exhaustion either, although

we did exhaust each other eventually. I never did make it home that

weekend, and it was with bitter disappointment we faced the reality of

Monday and going back to work. We dragged in together half an hour late,

disheveled and in rumpled clothes (mine were the same ones from Saturday).

I was barely coherent enough to work all day long, but not for one second

did I regret it.

That was six months ago. We saw each other every weekend, and most

nights in between. Dianne moved out to join her new boyfriend in Oregon

City, and Jenny immediately invited me to move in with her. I didn’t waste

any time packing.

At work they don’t know anything about it, because the boss frowns

heavily on employee relationships (Or any other form of fun that doesn’t

increase his profits, for that matter.) but every time I walk by Jenny or

meet her in the lunch room she always favors me with a little smile and a

conspiratorial wink, which I always return.

You know, I used to hate working nights…

End…

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