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Subject: {ASSM} Son of "Not in the office, dear"
Date: Sun, 21 Jan 2001 15:10:03 -0500
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I was impressed with this story, so I decide to try my hand at it.
Then, I thought I would also write something, and I added a passage to
Craig R.'s unfinished manuscript. I hope he doesn't mind. He still has
to write the final episode.

Right, the usual disclaimer. This story contains sexual acts, and if
you aren't over 18 then please leave.... Gone yet? Right, let things
get interesting!


Not in the Office Dear

This is my latest attempt at erotic fiction, I got a lot of positive
feedback on my last story so I decided to write more! Comments are
always welcome at craig_r1978@hotmail.com and I`m on ms messenger quite
a lot if if you ever want to chat!  :-)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Chapter One
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Was she wearing knickers? I couldn't help but wonder as I watched my
secretary, Carol, bend over to retrieve a file. It could be a g-string
I thought. Yes, that was the most likely option.

For some reason my girlfriend had been a bit on the jealous side when I
told her about my new secretary. 18 years old and fresh out of school,
long blonde hair and glowing blue eyes. Her figure was fantastic, slim
waist, pert arse and a cleavage that was distinctly eye-catching to say
the least! That wasn't why she got the job of course, but by anyone's
standards she was gorgeous! Of course, I told Marie, my girlfriend,
that she was too short for me. That made her feel a bit better, well,
it stopped her from going on about it so much anyway!

"There you go. You've got about an hour before the meeting to flick
though it." Carol passed the file over to me and waltzed out of the
room, slim hips swaying. What did height mean when you were horizontal
anyway I wondered?!

The shrill bleep of the phone dragged me out of a pleasant day dream
where Carol was lying naked on my desk.

"Hello?"

"Hi darling, its me!"

"Hi, Marie." Did she know what I was thinking or something?!

"Just thought you'd like to know... I'm at home." I could guess what
was coming here. I got up and tried to lock the door without Carol
hearing the key turn.

"Yes?"

"I decided not to go into work today."

"I guessed." I replied.

"I wanted to tease you instead.... I want you to picture me on the bed
Craig...."

"What are you wearing?" I asked, wondering if I could loosen my
trousers under the desk.

"That white lace set you like so much...."

I could barely utter a reply. She knows how much I love her in that!
White lace stockings and suspenders with matching g-string and bra.
Delicious. ...

"I'm lying on the bed Craig, I've got my legs spread for you... I'm
stroking my fingers up my legs, the stockings feel sooo smooth and
silky... I've reached the tops of my stockings.... stroking my thighs,
mmmmm, that feels good, wish you were here to watch me baby!"

"God, I wish I was there too!" was all I could managed as I struggled
with my zip with one hand. "Carry on!"

"One of my hands is stroking my breasts Craig, I'm squeezing my nipples
through the lace... My other hand is stroking my pussy now baby,
through my panties... God... that's good... wish it was you... pressing
the material into me... so wet!"

I managed to get the zip down and pulled my cock out under the desk.

"Are you stroking your cock baby? Is it nice and hard?" She asked

"Oh yeah..." I gasped.

"Good, because I'm pulling my thong to one side... Oh god, I'm so wet.
If you were here you'd slip into me so easily... I want your cock
inside me baby... My fingers are rubbing my clit nice and slowly." She
gasped with pleasure on the other end of the phone and my hand speeds
up. Its times like this when video phones seem like such a good idea!

"Imagine me Craig, lying on the bed, legs open wide, wearing my white
lace... Has that got you hard?"

"Yeah, very!"

I very nearly come when I hear a buzzing on the other end of the line.

"You hear that baby?" She asks.

"Oh yes." I confirm.

"Its that black vibrator Craig, you know, the nice thick one." I know
the one all right, she knows how much I love watching her with it!

"I'm running it over my clit at the moment darling...mmmmmm... wish it
was your tongue though... You want me to slide it into my pussy Craig?"

"Go on darling, make yourself cum for me." I'm trying to keep my voice
down still, I don't really want Carol overhearing and trying to come
in!

The buzzing disappears.

"Oh yeah... god... so good... its right inside me Craig... ah... its
soooo big... feels soooo good!..." I'm on the edge of cumming now. I
can't take much more of her teasing.

"Can I cum Craig? Can I make myself cum? Please." Her voice is deep and
throaty now, I can tell from her breathing that she's very close.

Not that she has to ask!

"Go on baby, fuck yourself with the vibe until you cum."

She screams as the toy buzzing inside her makes her cum. I swear Carol
could have heard her!

"Stop." She commands.

"What?"

"Stop stroking yourself. Now!"

"But baby..." I stutter. "I need to cum. You've turned me on so much!"

"Yeah, I know, but I don't want you to have to do it by yourself."

"I've got a meeting in 40 minutes though, and that'll last at least an
hour, I can't wait that long!" I exclaim.

"Then get Carol to suck you off. You've got time."

"What?!" I can't keep the incredulity out of my voice. I must be
hearing things!

"You heard me. Is your door locked?"

"Yeah, of course!" I reply.

"Unlock it. I'm about to call your secretary. One condition though."

"What's that?" I still can't believe that this is happening... Or going
to happen.

"You bring her home after the meeting."

When I manage to contain my excitement enough to speak I agree. Not
that I think Carol will agree, but as Marie hangs up I do up my
trousers and try to quietly unlock the door, wondering what will happen
now.

I nearly jump out of my skin when there is a knock on the door.
[end of Craig's story]

I tried to open the door just a crack, so that I could ask, "What is
it?" without revealing the erection that was trying to bust loose from
my pants. This was unsucessful. Carol just came charging in, carrying
the cordless phone. "Your wife is on the phone," she said. "Actually,
she was on the phone." Then, with a conspiratorial grin, "She called
about twenty minutes ago. She told me to put on the mute button, and
then get you on the line also." She paused to let the full truth sink
in, and allowed her eyes to drop to my poorly concealed erection.
Then, she swung her leg up on a chair, and slowly lifted her skirt,
saying, with an air of mock innocence, "See?"
     My guess about her panties had been wrong. She was wearing fairly
conventional panties, but they were made of some sort of sheer material
that ordinarily would have been very revealing. The fact that the
panties were completely soaked through with pussy juice, made them
completely transparent.
The view was inspiring. "I wanted to touch myself," she said, "but I
was on the job, and I thought I should get my employer's permission."
She paused expectantly. I managed to stammer out, "Sure, Carol. You may
touch yourself."
     She pushed the door shut, heard the lock click, slipped out of her
panties, and then swung her leg back up on the chair -- she was going
to give me a show.
     Determined to enjoy it to the fullest, I sunk to my knees, so that
my eyes were at cunt level. She proceeded to slowly massage her pussy,
moving her fingers in and around every little spot, so as to show me.
But after listening to my wife's performance on the phone, she was
clearly very aroused, and she wasn't going to be able to hold back for
long -- her hips began to jerk involuntarily, and she allowed herself
to let out some voluptuous moans, that got increasingly urgent, until
she was cumming. She paused, and then slowly and deliberately reached
for my ears, bringing my face to her cunt. I was thirsty for it. I took
as much of her vulva into my mouth as I could, and slowly circled
my tongue around her clit, savoring the abundance of her juices. Then I
thrust my tongue deep inside her, and felt her hands forcefully drawing
my face closer, as she came again.
     After a moment, she was playing secretary again, looking at her
watch and saying, "Goodness, we only have half an hour until your
appointment." She helped me up and said, "Here, we've got to take care
of this," meaning my erection. She sunk to her knees, unzipped my fly,
and liberated my cock, smiling with interest. She looked up at me, and
said, "You know, I'm really looking forward to meeting your wife."
Then, without further ado, she began vigorously sucking it -- she had
been waiting for this. The wetness of her mouth and the obvious
hunger with which she devoured my cock, brought me to climax in no
time.
     Carol helped me get cleaned up and out the door to my appointment,
but I knew I wouldn't be able to concentrate, knowing what was in store
for me that night.




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