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Date: Fri, 20 Jul 2001 18:10:04 -0400
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Ms.  Canon's Tale

   by Tom Thumper

   "Ms.  Canon come into my office and bring your note pad," I barked into
the intercom.  She was at my door almost instantly.  Long blond hair done
up in a bun, thick brown eyebrows, golden brown tanned skin, a big toothy
smile with full liquid lips that slipped up and down (she always smiled
when I barked at her), oh and her double D tits straining against her sheer
white blouse.  Underneath was a lacy bra that pushed her boobs together
into mouth watering cleavage.

   "You wanted me, Mr.  Hard?" She always got a big grin when she said my
name.  I lived up to it, fucking my way through nubile secretaries.  I
decided to take the direct approach with Ms.  Canon.

   "Take off your top," I said, swiveling my chair so she could see the
start of my erection.

   "What?" She acted innocent, but she swiftly shut the door behind her,
giving it a push with her lovely round ass, such a snug little skit.

   "You heard what I said." I stood up and moved towards her.  "I've wanted
to press my face between your knockers ever since you first came in for
this job.  For the interview you wore a white t-shirt with no bra.  Your
nipples were bursting to be squeezed." I ran my hand along her leg, tapping
my fingers.  "Strip for me, my very own Pamela Anderson!"

   She was panting then.  Her boobs rising and falling.  Her face flushed.
She was rubbing her thighs together.  I could see in my mind's eye a thong
riding up the crack in her large round ass, and she had such muscular
thighs!

   "Are you sexually harassing me, sir?" Her voice was a whisper and the
`sir' came out like a gasp of pleasure.

   "I'm sexually commanding you," I said, my hand slipping to her inner
thigh.

   "Why...gasp...should I obey?" Her lips were parted.

   "Because I have a video tape of your servicing the photocopy repairman.
And oh, I also have photocopies of your face and tits pressed onto the
screen.  Now take off your top."

   She sighed and with trembling hands undid her blouse and let it fall to
the ground.  Her skin was shining, her crevasse between her tits was a dark
place I was going to explore.

   "Now your bra." I could feel my horny power taking over.  I wanted her
at my feet pleading to be taken.

   She reached behind her back with both hands and unclipped the bra,
shrugging her shoulders and letting the bra slip to floor.  Her skin was
light bronze, the aureole of each breast was a vivid aroused pink, each
nipple was a swollen button ready to be pressed.

   Her tits were surprisingly perky.  They rose and fell, rose and fell,
like giant waves.  I wanted them to crash against my face.  I imagined her
riding a stallion, her knockers bouncing up and down in slow-mo, a look of
pain and pleasure on her face.

   "Undo your hair," I said.  "I want you wild and unbound."

   She raised her hands above her head, her back arching, her honey melons
swinging out to me.  In a flash, I reached out and tweaked her nipples.

   "Oww!!" she squealed, her hair billowing out loose, across her face and
down her shoulders and back.  Her nipples were as large as spark plugs now,
thick and strumming.  I shoved her against the desk.

   "Look at those." I ran her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers. 
"You really are a hot little tramp.  You need a spanking."

   "I do?" Her lips were parted again, her hands running down my back.

   "You do!" I grabbed her arm and pulled her across my lap.  She struggled
weakly but only succeeded in arousing me further.

   "That's it, struggle."

   She gasped, humping my package.

   "You like it when I struggle," she said.

   "That's right," I said, slipping her skirt up from around her bottom. 
Her plump golden ass was neatly divided by a cotton white thong.  "I like
submissive young things with great big boobs who struggle and like it when
they get spanked."

   "Oh," she grinned twisting round to look at me.  "That's why you banged
Suzie at the Christmas party - her in that little elf costume, you in that
Santa outfit."

   "Yes, all those tarty secretaries whispering in my ear how naughty
they'd been made me very horny.  I told little Asian Suzie to stay behind
and help me clean up.  She was very enthusiastic."

   "She sucked your candy cane?" she leered.

   I drew back my hand and gave Ms.  Canon a hard smack on her left cheek.
She gave a little scream and squeezed her cheeks together, rubbing her
mound on my pants and briefs bound cock.

   "Ow!  Why'd you do that?"

   "It's a reward," I said, stroking her reddening cheek.  "For being
naughty I'll spank you, make you all wet." I traced my fingers down her
crack, her bottom opened for me.  I slipped across the cotton of her thong
that covered her asshole, then up and down her mound.  "Does it make you
wet?" My other hand began to fondle her knockers, they were large and
round, almost floating in the air it seemed.

   "I - I think I like it," she confessed.  "I want to try again."

   "If you want to," I said, stroking her cheeks with the flat of my hand.
"You'll have to tell me something naughty you did."

   "And then," she said, arching her back, thrusting her bottom into the
air and then down.  "You'll spank me like a bad girl."

   "A very bad girl.  Don't worry if you feel ashamed, I'll spank all the
shame right out of you."

   ********

   "Okay," she sighed after a moment.  "I was in this elevator in this
hotel, bored, it was ten in the morning.  The elevator doors open and in
walks this sexy young man wearing only these tiny shorts and running shoes.
I could tell, since the shorts were so tight that he wasn't wearing any
underwear.  He had dark hair and a sculpted smooth chest.  He was breathing
hard, just having come from a sweaty hard run.

   He was trying not to look at me.  I was in high heeled calve boots, a
leather skirt and black tank top that plunged and showed my cleavage and a
little bit of my red bra.

   I decided I wanted to make him get a boner, a really big boner, so he
would be ashamed and horny and all mine."

   I gave Ms.  Canon a hard slap across both her cheeks; she shuddered with
pleasure, rubbing her pussy over my lap, parting her lips and sighing.

   "So I stood with my back to him, my pert ass wiggling side to side.  I
started to moan.  Softly at first then louder.  I could feel him tense up.
I turned around and sighed looking up at him with big cow eyes.

   `It's so hot in here,' I said.  He nodded.  `And you're radiating heat.'
I laid my hands on his chest.  He sucked in air.  `And you're salty!' I
said, licking and sucking each one of my fingers in turn.  He was shining
with sweat.  I could see every muscle in his chest, his shoulders.  He was
so hot.  I could see his cock start to slowly lengthen as I tongued my
fingers.  Since I knew I was turning him on, I decided to go to the next
level.

   "I get very claustrophobic, do you mind if I strip down?  It makes me
more comfortable." He gulped, his beautiful Adams apple rising up and down
like a piston, slowly, oiled by his sweat.  He nodded.

   I slipped off my tank top and dropped it to the ground carelessly.  His
eyes were on my boobs, held so tight and firmly by my slender red bra.  My
big bazookas staring him right down.  His face was taking on a red flush,
not a blush though.

   "Oh," I said.  "I dropped my blouse, pick it up won't you?" He dropped
to his knees and as he did I unzipped my skirt and spread it open so he
found himself staring at my snatch in a little red thong over my hips with
my pussy lips clearly outlined, and blond pubic hair peaking over the top.

   He leapt to his feet and tried to press the blouse into my hands but he
didn't know where to touch.  He was so big and aroused!

   "Thank you," I said sweetly.  "You don't know how many nasty men are
about who aren't nice to friendly girls like me." And then I kissed him
full on the lips, tasting the sweat on his lips and the hot tongue that was
eager to slip into my quivering mouth.  And as I kissed him I let him feel
my ripe nipples, let my mound slip up and down his fully erect shaft that
was bursting to be free, to be gripped by hand or pussy and be slowly
milked, letting the cum come out in shuddering sprays of hot white gism,
gushing deep inside my velvet snatch or splashing on my face..."

   Ms.  Canon's ass was cherry red and my arm was sore from swinging and
smacking that rippling ass.  She had been moaning through her story,
humping my prong.  I shoved her onto to the floor making her mew and then
gasp as the full burning horiness of her spanking radiated up her spine.

   "You'll tell the rest of your story on your knees," I said, unzipping my
pants with a grunt and letting my dong hang over the edge of the chair. 
The weight of its fat helmet head pulled the stiff shaft down towards Ms.
Canon, who peered up with wide eyes, her big boobs cradled in her arms.

   "So I was riding this young man: me in a bikini thong and tit sling, him
in tiny bursting shorts." She slithered over and licked the tip of my cock,
then let it trail its precum between her succulent watermelons.  "I think
he was about to pull off my panties and slide right down, down into me like
a juicy smoky between two tight buns, when the elevator dinged."

   "It dinged?" My penis was lengthening up from between her boobs and
pushed up her swan slender neck, pushing her chin back, forcing her head
back, until she could bend no longer and she was forced to push her face
down and begin to kiss my cock passionately.  A melon on each of my legs,
she began to rub her face and her lips up and down the length of me, across
the bulging veins of my penis.

   I pulled her back roughly by her long blond hair.

   "It dinged?" I repeated.

   She wiped her face which now had glistening clear cum smeared across her
face and took a deep breath, then blew lightly up and down my cock.  She
had a mischievous smile on her face.

   "Yes, it dinged.  I swung around and planted my cheeks on his prong,
rubbing up and down.  Who knows what she thought when the doors opened?  My
tits jiggling up and down, my hips, my ass bucking on his lap, and the
inflamed, hungry look on his face - no smirk or slack jawed pleasure, but
burning eyes as he was getting off on this horny slut.  Maybe that's why
she came in.  But she didn't see what I could feel.  I had rubbed him so
hard his cock had popped out of his shorts.  It was steaming hot, slick
with his milk, wet on the crack of my ass, but he hadn't come yet.

   "I still wonder why she got on?  Me bent over.  Him panting even harder
than he had been when he got on." She opened her mouth wide and tried to
slip her lips around me.

   I smacked her face with my cock and it left a matching smear of cum on
her other cheek.  As she pulled back slightly I traced her nipples, coating
each one in turn till they shined in the light coming through my office
window.

   "Who was it?  What happened?"

   "She was a doe and I turned him into a hunter." She smiled.  "She was
maybe twenty.  Her hair in a pony tail, in a white blouse one size too
small for her and a little tartan skirt that showed off her slender,
muscular legs and white bobby socks.  Maybe she had been a gymnast but she
was too top heavy now.  She went completely red when the doors came open
and she saw us.  How could you miss us!!  But then she came in and faced
forward - there was the strangest smile on her face.  All the muscles of
her legs and shoulder were tensed.

   "And as the doors were about to shut, I leaned over and said to her in a
husky voice: `He's fucked me three times now, you take over.' Then I
slipped through the doors, loosing my bra as I did.  (That's another
adventure.)"

   "What happened to them?"

   "You're not the only one who collects security tapes.  She turns to him
and smiles.  Her hands go to her breasts.  She's lightly touching herself.
Someone presses the stop button.  She unbuttons her top - no bra - and
slides to her knees.  She tugs on his shorts until they are around his
feet. She sucks him so gently.  Then he lifts her up, turns her around,
slips her pink panties off and raises her skirt.  He bends her over, making
her take hold of the rail and shoves into her.  He starts fucking her hard
and fast.  Quickly she is screaming with the force of the fucking.  She's
so loud that someone, blink-blink, calls the fire department.  And they
went on till the end.  Her legs wrapped around his hips now, scratching his
back as he fucks her against the elevator doors.  His face gets a joyful
slapping from her boobs.

   When the firemen broke through the two hastily slipped their clothing
back on and protested that the elevator had stopped on its own.  She had
screamed because of a fear of tight places and he had comforted her. 
Showed her how happy tight places could be."

   "And what about you," I gasped.  She'd been pumping my tool faster and
faster, her boobs bouncing merrily to the rhythm.

   "Me?  I invited three of the most muscular firemen up to my room to
check the wiring."

   "Three?" I was ready to burst.  She lowered her head over my cock,
parting her lips as she did.

   "Was it...really three?" I asked.

   She had sealed over my hard cock helmet and was moving up and down,
sliding her tongue over me, then going down further, running her hands over
my chest and legs, her boobs bouncing in my lap.

   "Mmmm, slurp.  Mmmm-hmmm!"

   I began to twitch, throb and the rumbling deep inside of me exploded out
and out and out and over.  Cum trickled from the sides of her mouth and she
continued to suck frantically.

   "You deserve a raise," I said.

   -FIN

       Tom Thumper tom9211@hotmail.com

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