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Subject: {ASSM} RP "Talents" by Pami (M/F, rom)
Date: Wed, 16 Feb 2000 03:10:06 -0500
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This story contains sexual acts, words, and themes. If you are under 21, or
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Reposted at the request of my biggest fan (You know who you are!)
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Talents - by Pami M/F
"What about moving the desk over there?" she pointed over to the corner of the
room.
He looked in that direction and thought about it for a moment. "Well....I
suppose that would be ok, but then there is this huge space over here," he
replied slowly, pointing to the middle of the room.
"Yes, but I thought the idea was to open the room up. Make it seem more
spacious. You know...let the light shine in. What if there were a large
Persian-type rug in the center of the floor instead of the desk? And a fake
Ficus tree over against the edge of the desk? We could put a painting on the
wall across from the door for interest," her tone was getting excited as she
could visualize the changes in the space.
He chuckled for a moment, and then couldn't resist. "Can it be that print of
the dogs playing poker?"
She looked at him and laughed with him. Then she got serious again. "No."
***********************************
He had wanted to redo his home office. He spent most of his time in the room,
since he worked out of his house. He liked being home. Setting his own
schedule required self-discipline, but the advantages of being there to parent
his children outweighed any of the disadvantages. He was divorced, but shared
custody with his ex-wife. After kicking the idea around for a while and
discussing the costs with his accountant, they agreed that he could go ahead
and make some changes. Make the room more professional looking so that he
could bring clients in and maintain a business-like atmosphere.
He knew he couldn't afford a professional interior designer, but he knew that
he didn't know enough about color and light and wood and carpet to do it
himself. He thought about it for a while, and then, one day, when he ran into
his local computer store for some diskettes, the thought struck him. He knew
one of the managers there. She was very knowledgeable about everything that
they carried, from paper clips to fax machines to lamps to office furniture.
He struck up a conversation with her, and asked if she would consider taking a
look at his office and making some recommendations.
She had been a bit taken aback at his request. She knew this customer, and had
bumped into him outside the store occasionally, but it was unusual for someone
to ask her to redesign their entire office area. She didn't even know if there
was a company policy about it, but she thought about the possible sales she
might get out of this and the excellent word-of-mouth if his clients liked his
new look, so she said she would take a look at his space. Completely on her
own, though, she assured him. This was not store-related, she told him, so
there would be no problem in case he hated her ideas.
He smiled and they had set up an appointment for later in the week. And so,
three days later, they stood in the room, discussing possibilities. She liked
the desk, she had told him. It was a rather large affair, solid oak, and
shaped in a "L". The bookcases were ok, and she even smiled when she saw the
small desk off to the side for his kids to play with when he was working.
**************************************
She opened up the rather large case that she had brought with her, and pulled
out a pad of graph paper.
"What's that for?" he asked her.
"To draw plans to scale," she replied. "It would suck if we moved that huge
desk and bought some other stuff and then it didn't fit." She smiled up at
him.
He grimaced. "Yep. That would suck. A lot."
She began to draw the room. Each square represented a foot. He watched as she
penciled in the windows and door. And then she drew the outline of the desk
over in the corner. "Now, I was thinking that you might want to get a small
sofa. Maybe a loveseat, to put over on that side of the room, with the chairs
across from it. Sort of a conversation area," she gestured to the spot she was
speaking of.
He hesitated. "Well, I don't really want a sofa in here. The kids would just
want to play on it all of the time, and this is really supposed to be my work
space." He stopped and looked at her. "If you don't mind, of course," he
added.
She smiled at him. "Of course I don't mind. This is YOUR office, not mine.
And you don't even have to do anything I suggest. I promise, I won't get mad,
ok?"
He relaxed. His instincts were right. She was definitely a nice person. He
had hoped she was...it was hard to tell sometimes.
"Ok....hmmm...." she thought and looked around. "Well, what if we put the desk
in the corner, but have one branch of the L wrap around so that you can sit
behind it and have your clients sit on the other side? And then, over on that
side of the room, maybe you could put a computer workstation. Just for your
computer system, and printer, and fax, and copier, and everything. You know,
you might want to consider getting an all-in-one machine for that. We have
some really nice ones."
He smiled at her, starting to visualize it himself. "I see what you mean about
the carpet. That would be nice. But maybe not a Ficus TREE...how about a
stand with some plants on it over in that corner?"
They both looked at each other, surprised to find that they were operating on
the same wavelength. She bent over the pad and started drawing items into the
room.
He watched her. Her long brown hair fell down her back in rich waves, and he
wondered how it smelled. Fresh, he imagined. Not like hair spray. She didn't
wear much makeup either, but she didn't need it, he idly reflected. Her creamy
skin glowed all on its own, and her large brown eyes sparkled. Her left hand
crept up and pushed her hair back out of her face, and he found himself saying,
"I can't believe you aren't married. Are all of the single men blind or
stupid?"
She stopped what she was doing, and looked over at him. "I guess I am just too
picky," she smiled as she said it. "I refuse to settle. I have seen too many
people who settled for less than true love, and they end up regretting it later
on."
She stood up and faced him, and the silence grew. She wondered what on earth
he was thinking, since he was staring so intensely at her. His blue eyes were
completely serious. Then she impulsively added, "Besides, I haven't yet found
the man who can keep up with me in bed." And she winked at him, breaking the
spell.
He laughed out loud. "Would you like something to drink?" he asked her.
"Sure, what do you have?"
"Let me think... Ummm... beer, white wine, scotch, coke, milk, orange juice, or
water?" He held his breath, wondering what direction this was going in, but
feeling compelled to continue down the road he had started down with his
impertinent question.
She smiled at him, and said, "Water would be just fine, thank you. With a lot
of ice in it, too, if you don't mind."
"I'll be right back," he told her and left his office.
He wondered what he was doing. She was a nice woman, he thought. Pretty, but
not beautiful. Certainly not the femme fatale type that he might expect to
feel this way with. Because he couldn't really deny it to himself. He wanted
her. Badly. He looked down at his wedding band as he cracked the ice cube
tray and plunked five or six cubes into a glass. He had been faithful to his
wife for seventeen years, and he had loved her. But things had been pretty
routine between them. Once a month or so, she had let him make love to her.
It was good. It was nice. But..he wanted more. That was one of the reasons
they had divorced. He wondered what SHE would be like. From their
conversations in the past, he knew how smart and funny she was. He knew that
she worked hard. He knew that she hated to wear a uniform to work. He knew
that she liked her job. But he wanted to know more. He wanted to KNOW her.
In the biblical sense. But was she worth the risk? Doubtful. Would she even
play? More doubtful.
He grabbed the two glasses of ice water and went back down the hall to his
office. The door was wide open and as he walked in, he saw her sitting on the
edge of his desk, facing him. Her feet were dangling down, legs slightly
parted, and she was leaning back a bit. Inside, he walked over to her and
handed her the glass.
"Thanks," she smiled at him, as she raised the glass to her lips. He watched
her lips part as she took a long sip.
"Ahhh," she said with a blissful look on her face. "I was parched. You are a
lifesaver."
He sipped at his own water. "You are welcome." And then he stopped. He just
couldn't think of a thing to say. All conscious thoughts ran out of his mind
as she took his empty hand in hers, and raised it to her face. He watched as
her mouth opened, and then, the next thing he knew, his forefinger was inside
the wet warmth of her mouth, and he could feel the hardness of the roof of her
mouth and the softness of her tongue against his finger.
He moaned an inarticulate moan, and she pulled his finger out. "Did you want
me to stop?" she mischievously asked him.
"No. Please. No." He stumbled over the words.
She licked her lips ostentatiously and then sucked his finger inside again.
His blue eyes met her brown ones as he felt pinned by her gaze. He didn't want
to move. He knew he should, but it felt so GOOD. He could feel the flicks of
her tongue all over his finger, and she sucked and licked it from the base to
the fingertip. Naturally, he wondered what her tongue and mouth would feel
like on his cock, and he moaned again, feeling his cock growing in his pants.
She pulled his finger out of her mouth and then sucked his middle finger in,
giving it the same treatment as the first. He closed his eyes and concentrated
on the sensations. She worked her way down his hand, caressing each finger
with her mouth and tongue, and his prick kept growing.
When she finally pulled his little finger out of her mouth, she took his hand
and ran it down her body to the swell of her breasts. She was well-endowed,
and he sighed as his hand cupped her pillowy softness. He leaned down and
kissed her.
She practically purred as she felt his tongue enter her mouth. She didn't
normally do things like this, but for some reason, she had felt drawn to him.
His hand continued to massage her breast, and she felt his other hand twine
itself in her long hair and gently but firmly pull it back, exposing her throat
to his gaze. His mouth left hers, only to lick its way along the curve of her
jaw to her ear, and as he flicked his tongue into it, she shivered and arched
toward him. "Ohhhhhhh," she moaned.
Jesus she felt good, he marveled. He couldn't believe how she was responding
to his touch. Her entire body seemed to radiate heat, and he just wanted to
ravish her right there. His hand found her nipple, and he ran his fingers
over it, feeling it grow hard through the layers of clothing that separated
them. Her mouth had tasted so sweet, he hadn't wanted to stop kissing her,
but the thought of what else about her might taste just as sweet compelled him
to lick her neck. Her shivers and moans were making his cock rock hard, and it
hurt, confined in his pants as it was, so he reached down to adjust it.
"Poor baby, are you in pain," she murmured, as her hand brushed his aside, and
she grasped his manhood through his pants. He thought he would die from the
pleasure as he felt her hand massaging his cock from the head down to his
balls. And he KNEW he was going to leave a wet spot on his pants if she kept
it up. So, to distract her, and himself, he leaned his head further down and
latched his teeth onto her engorged nipple, nibbling on it.
She had moaned loudly at that. "Please... Please...." she started to say as
the sensations in her teat overwhelmed her. She acted quickly, pulling him off
of her, and unbuttoning her blouse to the waist. He wanted to touch her as
well, and he quickly pulled the cups down, exposing her bountiful breasts to
his gaze.
He was speechless. They were milky white and had faint bluish veins running
down to the dark pink nipples, and those nipples were amazing. They were huge
and he couldn't wait any longer to find out what they tasted like. He pushed
her back on the desk and bent over her as she lay flat on her back. Her tits
stood up like two pillows, waiting for him to go to sleep on. But sleep was
the farthest thing from his mind as he licked the one closest to him. He
traced around and around the areola, watching it harden and ripple before his
eyes. Then he took as much into his mouth as he could, enjoying the feel of
the nipple against his tongue.
She arched her back, pushing her breasts at him. She wanted him to keep making
her feel good, so she took his other hand and positioned it over her neglected
nipple, hoping that he would get the hint. He did, quickly cupping and
kneading her breast. Fondling it and pulling on the nipple in time with his
sucks on the one in his mouth.
They both watched as he switched breasts, pulling the other one into his mouth
quickly. Their eyes met as he closed his teeth over the tip of her nipple and
began pulling up on it, away from her breast. It was an amazing sight for him,
and an amazing feeling for her. He let it snap back, and they watched her tit
jiggle as it regained its former shape. He buried his entire face deep into
her cleavage, feeling the softness of her breasts against his cheeks, and
inhaling the scent of her through his nose.
He stood up, suddenly, and unzipped his pants. He couldn't wait anymore to
feel her touch. She watched as his pants fell to the floor. He wasn't wearing
any underwear, and she smiled. His cock stood practically straight out,
pointing at her. It had a slight tilt upward, and she couldn't resist mocking
him slightly. "I guess you are excited to see me?"
He laughed with her, and then he stopped as her hand reached out and she traced
the head of his cock with one finger. They both felt the pre-cum at the tip,
and he watched as she withdrew the finger to her mouth and sucked the wetness
off of it.
"Mmmmm," she moaned, as she sat up, still sucking on her finger. He tasted
good. She wouldn't mind having some more of that, she decided, as she reached
down and wrapped her entire hand around him. She stroked back and forth, and
their eyes locked as both concentrated on the sensations. She established a
rhythm, and he found his hips moving along with her strokes.
It felt wonderful to be in her hand, he thought, as he felt his cock harden
even more, if that was possible. He reached out with both of his hands and
each found a nipple and began pinching and twisting in time with her tempo on
his prick. They stared into each other's eyes, as they both began panting. He
felt himself growing closer to orgasm when suddenly she stopped. He continued
tormenting her nipples, but looked at her with a quizzical gaze.
She smiled sexily at him. "It was getting a little dry down there. Wouldn't
want to give you rug burn or anything. Hmmm.... I know." And with that, she
wriggled her ass so that her skirt was raised to her hips. His eyes were drawn
to the neatly trimmed pussy that she exposed to his gaze, and the smell of her
excitement wafted up to his nose. She spread her legs and rubbed her hand
between them. He could see the wetness that shone as she withdrew her hand and
grabbed his cock again. It was his turn to moan as he watched her coat his
cock with her hot juices, and he convulsively pinched her nipples hard enough
to make her gasp with pain.
"Sorry," he croaked, and he rubbed her tits lightly in apology.
She pulled his head down and kissed him deeply. "Don't be sorry. Do it again.
Just not QUITE so hard. Did I mention I am kind of kinky?" she told him as he
looked somewhat amazed at her comment.
He smiled. "Whatever you want, dear." He was thinking that this was one of
the hottest scenarios he could ever have dreamed up and this one was REAL!
"Anything?" she purred, with a mysterious smile on his face.
He felt a momentary quaver, but pushed it away. "Anything."
She pushed him away from her and jumped down off of the desk. He stood there,
wondering what he did wrong, and then she moved behind him. She kissed his
shoulder as her hands reached around and began pulling on his dick again. He
moaned as one of her hands dropped down and caressed his balls.
"Oh, that feels so good," he told her. "Please. More."
She laughed throatily behind him, and the hand caressing his balls was gone.
She continued to jack him off, her fingernails lightly tracing the veins
running up and down his cock. She pulled him around by his prick and led him a
few step away to his office chair. She sat down and pulled him in front of
her, still stroking him. She positioned him sideways in front of her, so that
his profile was facing her, and his right hand wound its way through her silky
hair as her right hand teased him ever closer to coming.
Crack... The noise rang through the room, and it took him a moment to process
the sudden burst of pain on his ass. She had slapped him! He looked down at
her, and he saw her beautiful brown eyes looking up at him, searching his
expression.
She held her breath as she looked at his face. She wanted him to like this.
She knew he was straight as an arrow and had never really tried anything like
this before, and she wanted him to enjoy it. His blue eyes were slightly wary
at first, but then, as he looked into her eyes, he nodded, and turned his head
away. She smiled.
Crack... another small burst of flame on his other cheek. He had never thought
about spanking before, but the feelings in his cock seemed to be increased each
time she smacked him. And it wasn't really hard, but just enough to bring his
attention to where her hand was. After each smack, she ran her hand over the
area, and over his entire ass. The caressing felt almost as good as her hand
pulling on his dick.
She landed about ten swats to his ass when he could take no more. He stepped
aside, and pulled her to her feet. She let go of his cock, and wrapped her
arms around his partially clothed body as they kissed hungrily.
"Now," he told her. "I have to have you. Now. You had better have a condom
with you."
She smiled, glad that her preparedness paid off, and she reached into her purse
which was still on the desk, withdrawing the small package. He tore it open
and together they unrolled the thin layer over his throbbing cock. He was
almost glad it was there, because he didn't know how long he would be able to
last inside her without SOMETHING to deaden the sensations.
He bent her over the desk and pushed her skirt over her shapely ass. He saw
the pinkness of her pussy, and ran his cock teasingly up and down the crack
there, feeling the heat of her scorch him.
She moaned and twitched her ass back and forth. "Please. Now. Fuck me.
Now." He smiled and sank his hardness deep into her in one thrust. They both
groaned aloud with the feeling. He was a bit larger than she was used to, and
she asked him to hold it there for a minute so she could get used to the
feeling of being stretched around him. He was glad to hold it there, loving
the feeling of the tightness around him. He shivered as he felt her tighten
her walls around him. She did it several times, and he realized she was
massaging him from inside her on purpose, that it was no accident.
"Oh my God," he moaned into her ear, "How do you do that?"
She laughed and replied, "Only one of my many talents."
He told her he couldn't wait to see the rest, and then he began to slowly pull
out of her and then thrust back in. He watched her ass jiggle slightly every
time his pelvis hit her buttocks, and he wondered. They fell into a rhythm,
and he was enjoying her moans and the feel of her pussy contracting around him.
She was loving the stretching feeling inside her, and as he thrust into her,
she bounced lightly back and forth. Her tits hung down, and the nipples
scraped across his desk, increasing the sensations in her body. She knew she
was going to come quickly.
"More!" she cried out. "Harder. Deeper. Yes, fuck me..." and right as she
was about to go over the edge, she felt it.
Crack....his hand fell on her right buttock.
"OH," she yelled, startled by the smack.
"Just a little kinky, dear," he panted into her ear as he kept fucking her.
"Mmmmmmm" she moaned back at him, as she kept pushing herself back at him.
He was getting close to the edge himself, and he distracted himself by
counting. Every five thrusts, he would spank her ass. He loved it when he did
- her pussy would squeeze him extra tight as a sort of reward.
She was lost in the sensations now. Her moans made no sense now, and she was
beyond phrasing a sentence. Her ass was hot, and her pussy was hot, and her
tits were hot, and his cock was the only thing that kept her from flying away.
His balls slapped her clit every time he sank deep into her, and it was only a
matter of time before she melted.
Finally, after about ten minutes of fucking and spanking, he reached down
between her legs and found her engorged clit.
She screamed as his fingers slid over her pearl, and she erupted into a
mind-blowing climax. He held off as best he could, continuing to rub her clit
to extend her orgasm, but the snapping of her pussy was too much for him and he
yelled as his peak hit as well. He held himself inside her, closing his eyes
and just concentrating on the intense pleasure that was flooding through his
body.
He sighed as he felt himself soften inside her and he slowly pulled out of her.
She looked over her shoulder at him and smiled the smile of a satiated woman.
"So, that was just ONE of your many talents, eh?" he asked her tiredly.
"Wait till you see the rest," she chuckled back at him, equally exhausted. For
the moment.
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