Issue You One
Uther Pendragon
anon584c@nyx.net

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Issue You One
by Uther Pendragon
anon584c@nyx.net

As I drove deeper into her, Sandy pulled the pillow to her mouth. Her clutching around me started me spurting. Conscious of her precious burden, I fell sideways and lay beside her until the alarm rang. When I got back from the shower, she was dressed.

"You didn't need to,..." I said.

"This is special. Goodbye."

When the house reported my car outside, I kissed her one last time. "Take good care of Billy and...." She patted her midriff.

I slept in the car and on the plane. Having used one of the refreshment rooms at the airport, I rode straight to the new office. "John Sherman," Mr. Davenport introduced me to my new staff, "has a fine record at the Saratoga branch. I'm sure he'll be an asset as the comptroller of this branch."

I'd reviewed the pictures and dossiers of the staff and my fellow executives, so the day produced no surprises. Betty, my new secretary, was efficient and supportive. When she handed me the house keys at the end of the day, she said: "2012 W. Mercer. Michelle. No children."

"I know."

I'd seen pictures of the classic split level, and the car was programmed for the journey. Michelle served a fine dinner. I discreetly took a pill when I logged off from the house's office. This beginning was no time for performance anxiety.

"Sorry," I told her, "the job is new, too."

"Of course."

Her response to kisses on the back of her neck was every bit as hot as her dossier had said. When I was approaching my peak, I reached between us to stroke her clit. She moaned aloud when she came. 'No Billy to hear' I reminded myself, and said "Oh, yes" as I spurted within her.

The End
Issue You One
Uther Pendragon
anon584c@nyx.net
2003/12/10
2004/05/07
Thanks to Neneh for editing this. 
Another flash (very short) story is:
"Final Exam"
This story is coded (MF flash wl).
The code, MF, means: sex between an adult man and an adult woman.
For more on the story codes and how to use them to find the 
sorts of stories to interest you:
"Story codes for readers" 
This story is indexed under:
Games
The index to almost all my stories is:
Index to Uther Pendragon's website