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Subject: {ASSM} <2ndS> The Server 2/2 by Jimmy Hat (MF oral exhib)  
Date: Sun, 25 Feb 2001 02:10:05 -0500
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She unzipped the shirts first, and pulled the flaps away from her
waist. The t-shirt tug-of-war that had been contested by the push
of her breasts and the restraint of her waist band had been
conceded; the tension in the white cotton vanished and the shirt
rose a half inch. Combined with the open shorts, this new found
freedom of motion exposed Mandi's pretty tan navel to viewing.
The Internet provided a few pixels for it, but Maytag could fix
his whole attention on that cute little square inch of skin that
seemed to wink at him as she swayed. 

Mandi took hold of the flaps. She rolled them around and then
pushed them down onto her thighs. It showed her pink panties,
looking especially bright against her sun-kissed skin, but the
curve or her ass kept the back of the khaki shorts in place. 

After turning in place half-way round, Mandi straightened her
back. She hooked her thumbs in the sides of her shorts and pushed
them down, bending at the waist as she did so to enhance the
curvature of her rump. The pink panties were cut narrow in the
back, enough to show the corners of her cheeks but not so much
that the rode up the crack of her ass. 

Stevie Wonder gave way to some other funk, and Maytag stood
watching. Mandi was putting on quite a show, and the
trouser-edition Maytag was beginning to take interest. The
intrepid agent took advantage of Mandi's position to adjust
himself and give his dick a little breathing room. Breath it did,
especially after Mandi turned back around and ran her tongue over
her lips. She ripped off her t-shirt in a sudden movement, and
her breasts seemed to jump away from her chest. Maytag's cock
hopped in his pants. 

"Good?" Mandi asked, running a hand down her chest to her belly
button. 

"Very much so," Maytag answered her. 

"Good," she purred as she dove a hand into her panties. 

"Do you think it's working?" Maytag asked. 

Mandi looked down at the bulge in his trousers. "Oh, I do believe
it is." 

"Then why isn't Zach here?" Maytag asked. 

"Maybe we need to do something to make him jealous," Mandi said.
She took a step forward and grabbed Maytag by his necktie. With a
jerk of her arm she pulled him from behind the camera. Her other
hand, free of her pink undies, pushed down on his shoulders. He
was on his knees and eye-level with her navel. It was a much
better view than what the Internet provided, especially now that
the back of Maytag's head was in the way. 

"Lean back," Mandi instructed him. "That way I can kneel over you
and get my tits on camera." 

"We're on camera!" Maytag said in shock. He had gotten caught up
in the moment. 

"I'm on camera," Mandi said. "And your back is on camera." 

"Oh," Maytag said. 

"Now why don't you get this off me," Mandi ran a finger a long
the elastic band of her under wear. "And then just plain old get
me off." 

* * * 

Outside, Stanton was wondering how things were going when she
heard a guttural yell. Following that was the discernible, but no
more meaningful shout, "Somebody set up us the bomb!" 

Stanton was standing when the source of the voice entered the
room, all five foot four and 120 pounds of him. He was shorter
than Stanton and not much bigger than Mini Mandi. But he tried
his best to make it up in attitude. After catching sight of
Stanton, he stood in front of he and asked, "Who the fuck are you
and what the fuck is going on here?" 

Poseur he might be, but he went all out to present the image.
Piercings adorned both eyebrows, his nose, and multiple spots on
his ears. A spider web tattoo on his neck emerged from his black
t-shirt and ended along his left jaw line. White letters spelled
out "RTFM" on his shirt. 

"I'm Heather Stanton. And I'm assuming what's going on is Mandi
having sex on camera, just like you asked." 

"With me! She's supposed to have sex with me." 

"She never said that," Stanton said. "She promised sex on
camera." She was half expecting an argument. The other half of
her expectation was having to force him to the ground and hand
cuff him. 

Instead he just seemed lost in thought. "Dammit! This is the
second time she weaseled her way out of this." 

"What do you mean?" Stanton asked. 

"Man, she was all lovey dovey on the phone, then when I showed up
she kinda backed off. Guess she didn't like my look." 

"You have to admit it's a little extreme," Stanton said. 

"Bullshit, man, typical establishment bullshit," Zach said.
"Besides, some of this is all for her." 

"You have a tattoo of Mandi somewhere?" Stanton blurted
mockingly. After she said it, she was afraid that she might get a
visual confirmation. 

"No!" Zach answered. "I'm talking about the stud." Zach opened
his mouth and showed off the metal dumbbell pierced through his
tongue. 

Those fears of visual confirmation weren't so far off after all.
Stanton watched Zach wiggle the tongue a bit. "So you think that
actually helps, huh?" she asked, leaving the subject of what it
could help unspoken. 

"Damn straight! And if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go in there
and prove it." 

"You're not going in there," Stanton declared. 

"Look I'm not going for this 'sex on camera' bullshit," Zach
said. "Either I get some pussy, or I'm gonna fuck that server up
for real." 

"What have you done to the server, anyway?" 

"Nothing yet," Zach said. "I just set up some accounts. I haven't
touched anything so far. For real. Seems I don't ever touch
anything that belongs to that girl. But that's over now. No
pussy, no deal." 

"OK, then. I think we might be able to work something out." 

Zach's head almost spun off. 

* * * 

Maytag's face was sloppy wet. He had spent the better part of
Jamiroquai's "Deeper Underground" getting deep inside Mandi's
sinkhole. He had been enjoying holding onto her ass while doing
so, and now he could look at it, as well. Mandi insisted on
turning around so that his face was pressed against her bubble
bottom. "My members like to see my ass," she had said. Her ass
was firm and round, and the same rich color as her arms and legs,
save for a thin white tan line left by a string bikini. 

Mandi reached back and took his hair in her fist and pushed her
knuckles into his head as he licked her quim. Maytag sensed that
Mandi was nearing orgasm. When she started to moan, "Oh, yes,
Gerry," he was more sure. As her ass bucked into his face he was
quite certain. Maytag held onto her cheeks to defend himself, but
he also liked squeezing that firm round rump as she jilled off. 

"Oh, Jesus," Mandi said as Maytag slowed down and she let go his
hair. 

Maytag gave her ass a playful slap. "That was fun," he said. 

"My turn now," Mandi said. 

* * * 

It was Stanton's turn outside on the sofa. Her pants were on the
floor. Zach kneeled near them, hands wrapped around her thighs,
studded tongue wiggling in the folds of her cunt. 

Whatever the aesthetic value of body art, Heather Stanton was
rapidly becoming impressed with the tactile advantage of a well
placed piercing. At that moment the piercing was a warm hard
metal bead that was circling the stiff pink bead of her clit, and
it felt damn good. 

Zach was happy that Heather was into it, but he concentrated on
what he was doing. The stud went through the center of his tongue
an inch or so from the tip. If he was careful, then, he could
move the stud against a woman's clitoris while flicking his
tongue inside her pussy. He was being as careful as he knew how. 

"Oh, Zach, that's good," Stanton moaned. 

Zach looked up at her. He could see a bit of her smooth tummy
beneath her jacket. Dark hair rested on her shoulders, and she
looked down at him with eyes like blue gems. "Call me Z Dawg," he
said with a quick break from the cunny licking. 

"Oh, Z Dawg, just like that," Stanton said. She would have called
him Abraham Lincoln if it would keep him from talking. 

He of the Z kept licking her. The metal stud flicked against the
stem of her ripe apple core. Sticky saliva mixed with her own
juices and moved down the inside of her thighs, tickling her leg.
Zach told hold of her ass and pulled her twat closer to his face. 

Zach started to fuck her with his tongue. He pushed as far in and
out as he could go, slow at first, then building up speed. Zach
began to move his whole head and shoulders, keeping his tongue
stiff, and plunging with the upper body motion. The metal ball
seemed to roll against her delicate flesh. Stanton went over the
edge. 

"Z Dawg!" Stanton called, although it sounded more like "sea dog"
in the throes of her orgasm. She trembled slightly and squeezed
her thighs around Zach's head to quell the tremors. 

Zach stood and shimmied out of his baggy pants. Stanton didn't
see any body art on his legs, but she didn't have much time. He
quickly slid between her legs and inside her. The dance was an
anticlimax. Zach didn't last very long and had been far better
with his tongue. As they dressed and cleaned up, Stanton did her
best not to suggest he get some sort of piercing for his dick. 

* * * 

Industrial strength dance music filled Mandis office.
Maytag was standing on the sofa with his shoes off. His pants
were still on, but his stiff dick poked through the fly. Mandi
had worked his cock and balls through the opening in his
trousers. She sat on the edge of the cushions, holding his rod so
that it pointed down to her. She tilted her head back and sucked
on his cock, like a pet in a cage sucking sugar water through a
tube. It made a great picture: throat and chest exposed, legs
spread, sucking cock, all framed by the dark trousers straddling
her head. 

It was a tough position to hold, though, and Mandi knew it was
time to wrap up the show. She flipped herself over, and pushed
her ass in the air. Knowing what to do with an invitation like
that, Maytag dropped off the sofa and prepared to enter her from
behind. 

"No, wait," said Mandi. 

"What now?" 

"Get back up on the sofa so you don't block the view." 

So Maytag got back up, and crouched down over her pud. He bent
his cock to point down and dove into her snatch. She was hot and
wet against his wick and he plunged inside her easily. It was
tough to keep his balance, but he managed by pushing in and out
slowly, in time with the heavy bass of the music. 

Maytag looked down at Mandi. Shoulders were almost flush with the
sofa, and her back arched in an extreme curve to push her ass up
to him and expose her twat to the camera. Her tan ass looked
large in round in contrast to the white-ringed waist that was now
below it. 

Mandi's face pressed sideways against the cushions. Maytag saw
her profile, through a tangled mess of blond hair. Her mouth made
an open O and her eyes were shut tight. She reached back to play
with herself as he plunged. 

Feeling his own orgasm begin to build, Maytag braced his weight
with an open palm against her ass. He fucked harder and lost his
steady rhythm. 

"Come on my ass," Mandi directed. Complying, Maytag pulled out
and took his cock in hand. With his other hand still on her
cheek, Maytag took aim at her pink folds. A jet of thick white
cum blazed through his cock and hit her with a splash, followed
by two lighter blasts that streamed along her ass. 

Maytag almost fell over. He stood straight and then leaned on the
wall in front of him. Mandi rubbed the jizz into her ass. Then
she rolled over and cleaned the glaze off his now floppy tool
with her mouth. 

"God damn!" Maytag exclaimed. He struggled to steady his
breathing. 

"Nice work, stud," Mandi said, wiping her mouth and shin with her
forearm. "You can watch that later if you like, assuming I still
have a server." 

"Yeah," Maytag said. "Maybe we should find out what happened out
there." 

* * * 

Mandi emerged from the office with Maytag behind her. He had
wiped the sweat away from his brow, but he was sure his face was
still flush. He tried to play it cool anyway. 

"What happened"? he asked Stanton, who sat filing her nails on
the sofa. "Where's Zach?" 

Stanton shrugged her shoulders. "He grabbed something to eat and
then he left." 

"And my server?" Mandi asked. 

"Zach said it was fine," Stanton answered. "But you should take a
look." 

Mandi darted off for her server room. 

"He left just like that?" Maytag asked. 

"I guess he got he wanted," Stanton said. 

Quickly, Mandi returned. "I'll have to check some things, but I
checked disc space real fast and it looks like everything is
still there. The room looked in order, too." 

"Great," Stanton said, standing up. She shook hands with Mandi.
"Let us know if you need anything else." 

"Yeah," Maytag said, straightening his suit after taking her
hand. "You have our number." 

Outside, the bright sun made them squint. They approached the car
and Maytag flipped his partner the keys. "Something wrong?"
Stanton asked. 

"I just want to stretch my legs a bit," Maytag said as he stepped
in the car. "Did Zach really just give up like that?" 

"Sure did," Stanton said. "Just a mild tongue lashing. He was
actually a real softie." 

END 
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