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From: Elliot Mabeuse <dr_mabeuse@yahoo.com>
Subject: {ASSM} {new story} Morxay Cosmetics, Part I  (MFF, mild FDom, stroke, anal, work)
Date: Thu, 14 Mar 2002 20:10:12 -0500
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The following story is a work of fiction containing
graphical description of sexual acts and is not
intended for those under the age of 18 or those living
in communities where this type of material is
unlawful. The characters and sexual acts in the story
are products of fantasy only and do not depict real
people or behaviors, and are not necessarily
encouraged or condoned by the author.

copyright 2002 Dr_Mabeuse

comments and criticism by sympathetic parties is
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Morxay Cosmetics, Part I



   Is there anything as sweet as leaving the office late Friday afternoon,
going out to meet the guys for some beers at Nick's, knowing that the
evening, the whole weekend, is stretched out ahead of you like girl, hot
and naked and just waiting for you?

   "Mr.  Narr, Ms Morxay said she wanted to see you before you left for the
day."

   I stopped, not ten paces away from the door that led from the offices of
Morxay Cosmetics and out to the freedom of Friday evening outside.

   "She did?  Oh.  Thank you Jennifer." I tried to force a smile.

   With Morxay's secretary looking at me with a slightly tilted grin, I
couldn't just make a run for it and disobey the boss lady's direct summons.
But calling me in for a sudden meeting like this on a Friday afternoon was
not a good sign.  When they wanted to axe you at Morxay, they did it on a
Friday afternoon, so by the time you realized what had happened, they'd all
be safely away from the office.

   Still, I'd only been here two months!  I couldn't believe I could have
screwed up so badly in that time to warrant the boot, and I certainly
hadn't heard anything through the grapevine.  In fact, I thought things had
been going rather well.  I'd just got Morxay some choice shelf space in one
of the larger local drugstore chains, and sales overall were up 12 per cent
since I'd started.  What could I have done?

   I couldn't read much in Jennifer's face.  The receptionist was a copy of
her boss, cool and distant, haughty, with that same superior stare that
could make you feel like crawling under a rock.  Jennifer was taller,
almost six feet, and she was a blond whereas Lila's hair was a dark and
rich chestnut.  But they both projected the same air of style and
sophistication that was everything in this business.  Jennifer was more
feminine, maybe prettier in a conventional sense.  But then, she was the
first face visitors to the company saw, so it was only right that she be
drop-dead gorgeous.

   Not that Jen had anything on Lila Morxay.  The former model who'd
parlayed her career into a multimillion dollar company might have lost some
of her ing**e9**nue freshness, but she had gained a more womanly beauty,
richer and riper than she'd had in her younger days.  Her model's body had
filled out, and she knew just when and how to use it to her best advantage,
subtly but skillfully.  Although Lila tried to disguise her beauty in her
conservative dress, sensible glasses, and a businesslike demeanor, the
curves and bulges which showed so obviously through her tailored outfits
had caused more than one male to lose track of the subject at a company
meeting.  Females too, or so I'd heard.

   But towards her employees, Lila was all business, a fact I reminded
myself of as I walked through the crowd of people making their happy way to
a weekend of freedom.  As they passed by me a few shot me curious looks. 
"Forgot something." I said with an apologetic grin.  "Forgot some work." No
need to tell them that Lilah was calling me on the carpet.

   Lila's office was at the far corner of the floor, and by the time I got
there, just about everyone had left the office.  Her door was usually open,
unless she was conducting critical business.  I found it disconcertingly
ajar, as if she was expecting me, as if something important were about to
happen.  Important and probably bad.

   I knocked on the open door.  "Ms.  Morxay?"

   She was on the phone, her glasses low on her nose, her rich brown hair
pinned up atop her head.  She glanced up at me and beckoned me in while
maintaining her conversation on the phone.  "No dear, that's not enough. 
That won't do.  Well that's not my problem, Darling, it's his, and he knows
it.  Tell him also that if he doesn't like it he can shove it.  You got
that, Darling?  I'm not negotiating with that cheap asshole any more.  If
he doesn't like it, he can talk to legal!" and with that she cut off the
call, pressing the hang-up switch with her fingers but keeping the phone to
her ear.

   "Come in, Rob." she said, glancing up over her glasses at me.  "Come in.
Just taking care of some last minute business.  before the weekend."

   Without missing a beat she punched a button in the phone and said. 
"Jen, hold all calls.  Tell them I've already left.  Yes, he's here now. 
See that I'm not disturbed.  That's a dear."

   She hung up the phone.  "Now, Rob, how are you?  Have a seat, please."

   "Er...  Jennifer said you wanted to see me?" I said, sinking into one of
the leather chairs that faced her desk.

   "Yes." She stood up from her desk and stretched.  I couldn't help but
notice her full breasts pressing against the tight material of her blouse.
I quickly tore my eyes away.

   She gave me a good look, then said.  "God, it's been an absolutely
hellacious week.  First those assholes at DRG with their asinine ad
campaign, trying to sell Morxay Cosmetics like we're some sort of
hemorrhoid cream, and now the European expansion is running into some sort
of Irish mafia who's trying to stiff me on the contract price."

   Then she suddenly seemed to relax.  Her features softened and she said,
"Well, that's what I'm paid for, isn't it?  Listen, would you like a drink?
I know I would."

   I was a little surprised.  I'd been in her office many times before, but
had never noticed a bar, and Lilah wasn't the type to keep a bottle in her
lower left hand drawer.  But I said "Sure." When your boss invites to have
a drink, you don't say no.

   She went to a door at the far end of the office.  I'd always assumed
that it led to a storage room of some sort, but she stepped into it and I
heard the clink of ice into glasses.

   "What'll it be?" she called out.  " Scotch okay?"

   I could tell just from the way her voice sounded that the space was a
lot bigger than a supply pantry.

   "Uh, sure.  Yeah, that would be fine."

   "Good." She called out.  "Do you like single-malt?  I just happen to
have some lovely stuff they sent me over from the Glasgow office.  It's the
only kind I can drink.  Water?"

   "A splash, please."

   "Good.  Just the way I take it" She said, coming out with the drinks. 
She handed one to me and smiled, raising an eyebrow mysteriously.  "Here's
to a...successful...relationship between us."

   "Sure." I said uncertainly and we both drank.

   Well, it looked like I wasn't going to be axed; at least not then.  As
far as I know, your boss doesn't have a drink with you before telling your
to clean out your desk.  But I still didn't know what I was doing there,
and she knew it, and seemed to enjoy it.

   "Good scotch." I said, just to say something.

   "You like it?  I'll give you a bottle.  They sent me a whole case."

   She leaned against her desk, holding her drink and still looking at me
with that bemused smile.  I realized with embarrassment and excitement that
she was checking me out.  Lila Morxay was checking me out!

   "How long have you been with us now, Rob?  About two months, is it?"

   "Yes." I said, trying not to stare at her legs.  "Two months this
Monday."

   "You've put in a lot of hours since you've started here, and I thank you
for the hard work..  Tell me," she said with a slight smile, "your wife
doesn't get jealous of your job?"

   "No, well...  I'm not married." I said.

   "Oh yes, that's right.  How could I have forgotten." she said.  She
seemed to find think this over, still looking at me.

   "Well, I'm very pleased with your work so far.  That deal you swung with
Medco has really paid off.  We're up 12 per cent for the quarter.  That's
paid for the whole European expansion."

   "Thanks, Ms Morxay.  I think we can do better, too.  I'm working on
Bettinger's, and the ads we're running in Trend have raised our brand rec
up to 90 per cent among that demo."

   "Is that right" she said, again raising that eyebrow.  But I had the
feeling that she wasn't listening to what I was saying.

   "That's excellent." She said, then took a sip of her drink and placed
the glass on her desk, folding her arms over her chest.

   "I'll tell you why I wanted to speak with you." she said.  "I have plans
for you.  Carl's getting a little...stale, shall we say, and it looks like
he'll be retiring soon.  Very soon.  Wants to see his family more, that
sort of thing.  I think you'd be perfect to take his place as manager of
the home district.  What would you think of that?"

   Manager of the home district would mean a big hike in pay, a better
office, a lot of perks.  "I'd say that would be great!  I've got a lot of
ideas I'd like to..."

   "I'd also like you to consider a more intimate relationship between you
and I." she smiled and I suddenly felt goose bumps run up the back of my
neck.

   "Are you familiar with my cabinet?" she asked.  "I have a few close
advisors whom I rely on for help and advice in running the company.  We
kind of jokingly refer to it as the Cabinet.  I'd like to include you.  Do
you think you could handle that?"

   Okay, maybe somewhere deep down I'd expected a promotion, or maybe just
wished for it.  But this was an invitation beyond my wildest dreams. 
Morxay's cabinet was a circle of maybe five or six of her closest advisers.
If Morxay had gone public they'd be known as the Board of Directors, but
since Lila still owned 66 of the company, they were simply called the
Cabinet.  Most of these people had been associated with Morxay from the
start, and, frankly, I was shocked to be offered anything so big so soon.

   "I...I don't know what to say, Ms Morxay." I stammered.

   "Lila" she corrected.  "At least in this office, please call me Lila. 
In front of others, I prefer Ms.  Morxay."

   "Ms.  Morxay...Lila...I don't know what to say!"

   She smiled coyly.  "Well, why don't you think it over.  You are
interested, though?"

   "Yes, of course, by all means!"

   She got up and came around to the front of her desk and posed herself
against it.  Again that sly expectant smile.  "Of course your acceptance
into the cabinet is contingent on certain requirements."

   "Requirements?" I asked.

   She cocked her head, "Oh, nothing I think you can't handle.  We look for
a certain level of business acumen and intelligence, which I think you've
demonstrated.  Also...compatibility, loyalty, discretion.  Mostly it's a
character thing.  I look for people who I can get along with, who are
willing to work with me.  Does that sound like you?"

   "Well, sure.  I mean, if you're looking for a team player..."

   She reached and picked up her drink and waved it at me to cut me off.

   "You can drop that MBA bullshit as of now, Rob." she said.  "I run this
company from my gut instincts, and I've done pretty well.  I've been
watching you, and my gut tells me that you're the man I'm looking for,
which is someone who's in tune with me, someone who I don't have to explain
things to fifty times a day, someone who doesn't deal in bullshit and who
can read me like a book and anticipate what I'm thinking and what I want."

   Again the chills flashed up to my scalp.  What the hell was she saying
to me?  And it didn't help that she had shifted around to sit side-saddle
on her desk, letting her skirt ride up her leg to show a very distracting
chunk of thigh, which she now began to rub with her hand.

   "And I'm not just talking in a business sense." she said, finishing her
drink.  "I mean on a personal level, too.  You see, running the company is
a full time, round-the-clock job, so I don't have much time for myself.  I
have to take my recreation where I can find it.  Here at the office, often
as not.  Carl was very good about helping me unwind, but I think he's about
exhausted.  Can't handle it anymore.  That's why I'm offering his position
to you.  Do you understand?"

   I finished my drink too, trying to keep my hand from shaking.

   "You see that door over there?" she asked, gesturing to the small door
from which she'd brought the drinks.  "Know what it is?"

   I shook me head, afraid to try my voice.

   "It's my private room.  My home away from home.  A bedroom.  Private,
quiet, with a full bath and a wardrobe of clothes; exercise equipment,
everything I need.  Including a big, comfortable bed.  It's a secret of
mine, and I don't want you to tell anyone else about it.  It's where I like
to relax."

   She stood up and stretched, pushing her tits out again so that gaps
appeared between the buttons of her blouse where the fabric stretched tight
over them.  I knew my face was red, and embarrassed as I was, my dick
sprang to life within my shorts.

   "For instance, right now I have a terrible headache, and my back is just
tied in knots." she said as she sat down in the armchair opposite me,
crossing her gorgeous legs and hiking her skirt up slightly to show me her
knees.  "As my advisor, what would you recommend?"

   A good long ride on my stiff pole is what came to mind, but I had the
sense not to say that.

   "Oh, well, I can get the kinks out.  I used to be pretty good at this."
I said as I went over to her and placed myself behind her.  She let her
head hang down as I began to knead the tight muscles on either side of the
neck.

   "Mmm." she moaned softly.  "That's nice.  Very nice.  You see, I knew I
was right about you."

   I bent over and worked at her back until mine began to ache, so I got in
my knees behind her and continued the massage as I felt the knots and kinks
dissolve beneath my fingers.  She was well-muscled, yet had the soft,
yielding womanly feel that always drives me nuts.  As I continued to rub, I
leaned forward to enjoy the smell of her body and her perfume as it wafted
through her collar, delicate and rare and enticingly erotic.  This was a
woman who knew how to take care of herself and gave herself only the very
best.

   When her neck was fully relaxed I began work on her shoulder, slipping
my hands beneath her jacket.  There was little room to work, so, I
instinctively pushed her jacket down.

   "Wait," she said.  "I'll take it off.  And be a dear and hit the dimmer.
I don't like all that light in here."

   I did as she said, dialing the lights down to a comfortable yellowish
glow, then came back to her.  She'd removed the jacket, and I went to work
on her shoulders, loving the feel of her body through the fine silk of her
blouse.  The sight of her neck, bare except for a thick gold chain, excited
me, as did the warmth from her body.  I remembered how the Japanese
considered a woman's neck one of her most erotic zones, and understood why.

   I was achingly hard now and went so far as to slip my hands through the
neck of her blouse to rub her bare skin.  My boldness elicited another
appreciative moan from her, but that was all.  She didn't tell me to stop
or resist me in anyway.  She leaned her head on the back of the chair, eyes
closed, so I could examine her face.  She wore little makeup that I could
see, some pearly lipstick, some subtle eye shadow.  No, she was a natural
beauty, her skin flawless without a hint of powder or perspiration.  She
appeared to be asleep, her perfect lips just slightly parted.  and I had to
suppress a sudden urge to clamp my mouth over hers and ram my tongue down
that swan-like throat

   But was this all she wanted?  Just a back rub?  I couldn't believe that,
but I hesitated before daring to do anything else.  It just felt so good to
caress her so intimately, this woman who had it all; money, fame, beauty,
youth.  Not to mention those gorgeous tits and inviting thighs.

   I don't remember consciously deciding.  I might have just been so into
it that I didn't think.  But I suddenly removed my hands from beneath her
blouse and ran them boldly down the outside of her breasts.  She arched her
back slightly, pushing her tits into my hands, soft and firm and heavy, and
I began to knead them gently.  They were real, and every bit as gorgeous as
the rest of her, soft and firm and heavy in my hands.  Her bra was no more
than a scrap of lace that perhaps kept her from jiggling too enticingly,
and I could clearly feel the nubs of her nipples harden against my palms as
I hefted and stroked these delicious orbs.

   Again she made no move to stop me.  She let her head loll forward, again
with a grateful sigh.  "Yes.  That's nice.  That feels very nice.  Don't
stop, Rob."

   I could feel her hot breath on my wrists as I worked, coming faster and
deeper.  The jabbering adolescent in me screamed `Second base!  A stand-up
double!  You're going to score, Robby, you're going to score!!' I couldn't
stop myself from taking her erect nipples between thumb and forefinger and
gently rolling and pinching them.

   She jerked her head up with a sharp intake of breath and covered my
hands with her own, soft and cool, encouraging me.  "Harder, Baby." she
breathed.  "Pinch them harder.  It feels good!  Come on, let's see you get
me hot!  Get me hot, Baby."

   I would have stayed there forever kneading her breasts.  Each time I
squeezed her nipples she gasped and her hips gave a little coital jerk,
until finally they began to slowly gyrate in an unmistakable imitation of
sex.

   She suddenly roused herself and pulled my hungry hands from her.  She
looked back at me and grinned.  "You're not half bad.  You take your time.
I like a man who doesn't rush.  Now come over in front of me.  Take off
your pants and kneel on the arms of my chair.  I want you in my mouth."

   I didn't lose any time.  I kicked out of my shoes, stripped my pants and
shorts off, and pulled off my socks.  (I've always hated the thought of a
man naked except for socks.  It just looks so ridiculous.)

   Lila Morxay was so formidable a woman that even in my fantasies (who
doesn't fantasize?) I worried about being able to keep it up in her
presence.  But I needn't have worried.  My cock was as stiff and as hard as
a bar of iron, and I ached to make contact with anything.  Kneeling on the
arms of her chair brought my unit to within inches of her moist lips, and I
could look down and see everything.

   She brought her face close to me, and seemed to bask in the heat from my
dick for a moment, her eyes heavy-lidded and lips parted.  Then her tongue
came out and touched me and I suppressed a groan.  I wanted to shove it
into her like an animal and fuck her face until I shot my wad all over
those perfect features, but somehow I held back.  And she did not make me
wait.  Her mouth opened and she took me in with a soft moan.  I felt the
slippery friction of her lipstick as she took me half-way into her mouth,
and then explored me with her skilled and curious tongue.  She seemed to be
tasting me, getting to know me, seeking out my special pleasure points. 
And she was very, very good.

   I'd like to describe heaven to you, but I can't.  All I can do is
describe what I felt next.  I saw her hiking her skirt up with her right
hand as she held the base of my cock with her left.  I could see no further
down than the top of her hips, but I saw her hand begin a rhythmic stroking
motion, and knew that she was masturbating as she sucked my cock.  The
realization hit me hard, and I had to concentrate not to spill it right
then and there.  Instead I started pumping my hips into her face, matching
the motions of her head.  The vibrations in the chair told me she was now
getting rough with herself.  Glancing over my shoulder I could just make
out her knees opening and closing as she worked.

   Finally**2014**too soon for me**2014**she stopped, turning her head to
the side so that my pumping prick hit her in the cheek, and said.  "Enough.
That's enough.  Stop."

   She was still the boss, so I did as she said.  I looked down at her and
she smiled a wicked smile at me.  She seemed very pleased with herself and
with me.  She slapped my lightly on the ass and said "Down."

   I climbed off the chair and she sat up, reached behind her and
unfastened the gold chain from her neck.

   "I have particular tastes when it comes to sex," she said, her lips
still glistening from my dick.  "Not all men have what it takes to satisfy
me.  I like a man who is secure in his masculinity.  Very secure..."

   Sounds good to me, I thought.

   "So secure he can surrender it when needed." she smiled again, dangling
the chain from her hand.  "I think you're up to it."

   She got up from the chair and went to her desk, put the chain on top of
it and unlocked a drawer and began to rummage around in it, looking for
something.

   "Take off your clothes and come over here." she said.  "Let's see if you
have what I'm looking for."

   I did as she said, shucking off my remaining clothes and throwing them
on a chair.

   "Come here and turn around.  I'm going to handcuff you.  Do you have any
problems with that?"

   I cleared my throat.  "No." I said.  What the hell.

   "Good." she took my hands and brought them behind me, and I felt the
cold metal of the cuffs as she locked them behind my back.  "Don't worry."
she said.  "I won't hurt you.  Not too much.  But be good and I think
you'll find it's worth it."

   With the cuffs attached she pressed her body against mine, her mouth to
my ear, her warm hand closed around my cock.  "Did you like what I did to
you in the chair?" she asked in a low whisper, running her tongue around my
ear.  "Well that's just a sample of what I can do for you if you behave. 
But Lila must have her way.  Can you handle that?"

   "Yes." I said again.  Then, suddenly falling into the spirit of the
game, I said.  "Shall I call you Mistress?"

   She stepped back so I could see her face suddenly open into a broad grin
as she realized that I knew what she was doing.  "Yes, you may." she said,
trying to repress her smile but not entirely succeeding.  "Yes you may. 
But you are only to address me when I give you permission, is that
understood?"

   "Yes Mistress." I said.

   "Good.  I can see that you are a good boy.  Your safe word is three
short, three long and three short, but use it only when you absolutely
must, because that will end our session, perhaps forever.  I am not
excessively cruel, no more than I have to be.  But I will have my way.  Do
you understand?"

   "Yes Mistress, I do."

   She grinned again.  "Good, Rob.  Very good.  I've found that most men
have too much of the beast in them for my tastes.  They have no control, no
finesse.  They must be taught to give pleasure, not just to take it.  Don't
you agree, Rob?"

   "Yes Mistress, I do."

   "One more thing.  I may invite my secretary to join us to record our
session.  I like to record my sessions.  It's a good way to keep track of
our training, and I like to watch men make love to me.  So she may come in
to tape our activities, or perhaps to get involved herself.  But you are
not to touch her, or even look at her, without my permission, understand?

   "Yes, Mistress."

   Jen?  Recording our session?  The thought hit me like a hammer.  If it
were humanly possible to get any harder than I already was, I would have.
Of course!  They were lovers!  I knew that Jen was Morxay's right-hand
girl, always anticipating Lila's every whim, and that she was a member of
the inner circle, but I'd just assumed she was there in her capacity as
secretary.  Now I knew there was a lot more to their relationship.  Could I
be so lucky as to possibly have both of them?  Or**2014**almost
better**2014**would they make love to each other in front of me?  Hell, she
can tie my ears to my elbows and whip me fucking raw if I could just get to
watch those two gorgeous cunts go at each other!

   As I was engaged in these lofty thoughts and trying to keep myself from
creaming all over her teakwood desk, Lila was strolling around me and
coolly appraising what she saw.  She picked up her chain from her desk and
stretched between her hands.

   "You little fuck!" she said.  "I know what you're thinking, and don't
you fucking dare!"

   With that she lashed out, whipping the chain expertly against my chest.
It stung like hell, but she didn't break the skin.  I knew she could have
had she wanted to.

   "Jennifer is my property." she said coldly.  "Everything here is my
property.  You don't even think about her with my permission!  Or I swear
I'll beat you till you can't walk!  I'll leave you standing there while I
have her suck me off right here in front of you, while you couldn't do a
fucking thing!  How would you like that; us coming in front of you and you
couldn't even grab your little pickle for relief!  Male bastard!"

   Well, she certainly was in tune with my thoughts.

   "You look so ridiculous, all naked with your little boner sticking out."
she said as she slowly wrapped the chain around my cock.  She arranged it
so that it was like a collar and leash, then she used it to pull me away
from her desk.  I had no choice but to shuffle after her.

   "Now stay there." she said.

   She turned her back to me and unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it.
She wore white silk bikini panties which she'd put on over her garter belt,
a sure sign that she'd dressed with sex in mind.  The panties molded to the
globes of her ass like a second skin, and were I stark contrast to the
black stockings and garter belt she wore, decorated with tiny red bows. 
She unbuttoned her blouse and slid it off her arms, letting me see the
fawn-colored bra I had only felt before.  As she undressed she folded her
clothes casually but with attention and draped them over the arm of the
chair.

   She turned back and gave me a good profile shot, knowing exactly what
she was doing as she showed off her long legs, her tight, shapely ass, the
curve of her back and proud thrust of her tits, all crowned by that coldly
beautiful face.  It was easy to see her as the world-class fashion model
she once had been.  She knew how to show off what she had and obviously
liked doing so

   I could also see what had driven her from the business: boobs like that
were more than a model could afford.  She'd just gotten too ripe, too
womanly for modeling.  But she just perfect for taking a big hard cock
between those long legs and riding it to cream town.

   She let me see the entire package, even running her hands down her
curves, gripping the crotch of her panties and using it to work herself off
with, teasing herself, teasing me.

   "So do you think you have what it takes, Robby?" she asked, arousing
herself more.  "You think you have what it takes to please me?  Would you
like to play with me?"

   "Yes, Mistress." I said, "Very much, Mistress."

   She cat-walked slowly over to me, her hips rolling in the exaggerated
sexual gait of a runway model.  She ran a hand through my hair, then
grabbed it and pulled my head back and pushed me against a book case.  She
lifted a nylon clad leg and ran the inside of her thigh up and down my
legs.

   Her chain was still around my cock and starting to dig into the
sensitive skin in a painful but not unpleasant way.  I could feel myself
seeping love lube already, could feel it drooling onto her stockinged leg
as she toyed with me.  No doubt she felt it too.

   "Turn around." she suddenly ordered, releasing my hair.  "Face the wall
and don't look.  You're such a pig!  I can't stand the fucking sight of
you!"

   I did as she said.  If the cost of all this was allowing her to get her
rocks off on me, that was okay with me.  And what the hell, I'll admit that
the thought of letting a self-assured bitch-goddess use me for her sexual
toy wasn't unappealing.  As long as I got to blow my load in her general
vicinity when the time came, she could do what she wanted with me.

   I heard her leave the room and go back into her little bedroom, the
sharp click of her stiletto heels where she crossed the uncarpeted margin
of the room.  She was gone only a moment before I heard her re-enter.  I
made sure I didn't move.

   "Hold still." she said.  She slipped a strap around my arms just above
my elbows, cinched it tight, and buckled it, further immobilizing my arms.

   "Lift your foot up" she commanded, and I raised my right foot, balancing
precariously on my left as I felt her attach a leather cuff to my right
ankle.  Then she did the other ankle.  She knelt down briefly and snapped a
length of chain to the two ankle cuffs, then stood up.

   Her soft hand rubbed my ass and she purred.  "Whose ass is this, slave?
Who owns this ass?"

   "You do, Mistress." I said.

   "You're damned right I do!" and with that I felt rather than saw her
move behind me, and felt the lash of a whip burn across my behind.  From
the feel of it was some sort of cat.  I gasped in surprise.

   There is something truly shocking about being whipped.  It's not just
the pain, but the violation of one's body, the denial of respect, as if
you're no more than an animal.  For a moment I was shocked and outraged.  I
knew it was just a sexual game, but I flushed with real anger.

   She paused to gauge my reaction, then whipped me three more times, each
one a little harder than the one before.  It stung**2014**I won't say it
didn't**2014**but it didn't hurt as much as I'd anticipated.

   Then her hand was back, sliding over my burning butt, stroking,
soothing.

   "Good little slave." she said softly.  "Do you like it?"

   "Yes, Mistress." I said.  "Please may I have another?"

   I didn't have to see her to know she was smiling.  I felt her lean back
and she hit me 4,5,6 times, vicious strokes that burned and created a
strange fire on the inside as well.

   I realized then that the whip she was using was simply too soft and
supple to really hurt me.  It was like she was whipping me with a bunch of
ribbons.  They sounded ferocious, each stroke whistling through the air,
but their effect was less than some birthday spankings I'd had.  In some
ways I was rather disappointed, though I wouldn't think of saying so.

   What was really thrilling, though, was the way Lilah's excitement grew
with each stroke of the whip.  She was actually building herself up into a
heated sexual frenzy as she whipped me again, and again, swearing and
grunting as she wailed at my ass.

   Immediately followed the final lash she pressed those big, firm tits
against me, now damp with her hot perspiration, and began to hump my hips
with her pelvis.  She held the whip in her right hand and began feverishly
clutching my ass while with her other hand she grabbed my cock which still
was wrapped in her neck chain and began masturbating me.  I felt her
wetness through her sopping panties as she ground her cunt against me,
panting hot in my ear.  Her tongue probed me passionately and she moaned,
"Such a big, strong man, aren't we?  And your little cock is so big and
hard!"

   She again stepped away from me and took up with the whip again.  This
time the strokes were slow, and hard.  I could hear her grunt with exertion
as each blows fell, and by glancing up and the blackened glass of the
bookshelf I could see her reflection in the dim light.  She had crazed,
intense look on her face, and she reared her arm high behind her before
bringing the whip down with all her strength against my ass.

   This time it hurt, but the pain, combined with her grunts of effort, and
the sight of her, the way her big breasts rolled and quivered on her chest
with the exertion of each blow, all were combining to drive me crazy. 
Occasionally she missed, either intentionally or by accident, and the
lashes curled around and bit into the tender flesh of my hip, and that hurt
like hell.  I let myself go and began to groan and yell with each stroke,
and that just seemed to fire her up even more.

   Finally she stopped.  My ass was on fire now, no denying it.  The room
was thick with the smell of her perfume from her overheated body and with a
feral, sexy funk that that was even more exciting.  In the black glass I
could see her stripping off her bra and stepping out of her limp panties,
leaving only her dressed only in her black stockings and stiletto heels. 
The tears in my eyes were real, but they didn't keep me from examining her
intriguing mound, neatly trimmed to a small rectangle.

   It had to be now, I thought, I can't take anymore.

   "Turn around, slave!" she ordered

   I turned to see her smoothing her hair back from her sweaty forehead,
her breasts rising and falling rapidly as she caught her breath from the
exertion of the whipping.  In the dim light of her office her skin shone
with sweat, making her look all the more feline as she walked to her desk.

   She stopped and placed a hand on her desk for balance as she skinned off
her panties and dropped them to the floor.  Then she reached behind her in
that awkward show of elbows women use when they remove their bras, and the
filmy garment slid off her arms as well.

   She pressed the intercom button.  "Jen, get your ass in here now!" she
barked.

   Then with one sweep of her arm she cleared the top of her teakwood desk,
sending everything crashing to the floor, the desk lamp thudded and the
bulb exploded in a flash of light, the phone fell and bounced, all her
papers, the files she'd been working on, the blotter, her pen and pencil
set, all leaded in a heap on the floor, and she kicked them aside with her
gleaming black pump.

   "Now come here!" she commanded.

   I shuffled over to her, my ass aching, and held still as she put a
leather collar around my neck, buckled it, and clipped a silver leash to
it. She leaned up close to me and I could feel the heat of her body.  Her
breath was like fire on my lips.  She yanked on the chain so that I was
forced to look down into her gray eyes, now smoldering with lust and
excitement..

   "Good slave!" she said.  "You've passed your first test.  You've earned
your little reward.  Isn't that exciting?"

   I groaned again as I felt her fingers at my cock.  She backed up towards
her desk, pulling along by that chain around my cock.  When she reached the
desk she released me.  She, wriggled her ass up on the desk, took hold of
my neck chain, then raised her feet, hooking her heels over the edge of the
desk and leaned back on her elbows.

   Her ass was now positioned at the very edge of the desk, he knees
spread, her heels hooked on either side.  In one hand she held my neck
chain, and in the other she still brandished the cat.  I could see her neat
triangle of trimmed pubic hair, and the dark, blood-engorged folds of her
pussy before me.  I prayed to what gods there might be to let me get my
mouth on that exquisite muff, and my prayers were answered.

   "I want you to eat me now." she said.  Her features were stern, her
nostrils flared.  "But I don't want you to root around down there like a
pig, like you men always do.  You will caress me with your mouth, tenderly,
like the sweet and delicate treasure that I am.  Do you understand?"

   She jerked my chain and my head lurched forward.  "Yes, Mistress." I
said.  "I'll be most respectful."

   "See that you are!" she said.

   I lowered my head to the task, extending my tongue but not yet touching
her.  For a moment I only breathed on her, noticing the way her smooth
belly rose and fell with her excited breathing as she watched me.

   I made tentative contact with the inside of her thigh, above the top of
her stockings, where the flesh was softer than a newborn's behind, and
licked small circles towards her pussy, stopping at the seam where her leg
joined her body, and licking softly**2014**very softly**2014**up and then
down that seam.  I then turned to the other thigh and did the same, and was
rewarded as I felt her flesh jump beneath my tongue.

   Then, rather than assault that beautiful pussy, I forced my face lower
until I found the crease between buttock and back of thigh, and followed
that up to her crack.  Blowing and softly kissing, wiggling my tongue, I
slid up her crack until my tongue reached her asshole, which I teased with
my probing tongue.

   I must have caught her by surprise, for her hips gave a convulsive jerk
and she let out a gasp of surprise and pleasure.  I flicked my eyes up to
see her staring at me intently, her mouth open in pleasure, her eyes
burning into me.

   "Yesss!" she hissed.  "Do that you little fuck!  Suck my asshole!  Lick
me out!"

   Her anus was delicious, dark and secret and feminine, puckered like a
rose blossom and smelling faintly of her perfume.  She dropped my neck
chain and I felt her fingers tangle in my hair, pulled my face tighter into
her ass, and grinding her behind hungrily against my face while I tried to
get my tongue inside of her.

   I heard Jen enter the office at this point, but I was really too far
involved with Lilah's ass to care.  Jen approached the desk and stopped
some feet away.  She seemed to be busy with something, I really didn't pay
it too much attention.  Lilah didn't acknowledge her either.  She just let
go of my hair and grabbed her ankle, pulling it towards her to expose more
of her bottom to my lips and tongue.

   Teasing her, I slowly let my tongue wander across her sensitive
peritoneal flesh between anus and vagina, stopping to kiss her there.  My
touch made her frantic, and she groaned loudly, then struck down at me with
her whip, catching me across the shoulders.

   "Do it, bastard!" she hissed.  "Eat me now!  Eat that pussy!"

   The whip startled me, but I knew I was getting to her.  Her asshole and
buttocks were now wet with my saliva, and she had partially rolled to one
side, lifting a knee up to her chest to give me free access to her crotch.
I tickled my tongue along her vulva, barely touching her while she panted
and twisted her hips around, trying to force contact.  The smell of her
lust was hot in my nostrils and so intoxicating I almost lost it.

   It was probably the chain on my dick that kept me from shooting right
then and there.  I felt the initial spasms of orgasm but the tight
constriction of the chain frustrated any attempt to ejaculate, and I fought
to regain control.

   I couldn't use my bound arms to spread Lilah's lips, so I was forced to
nuzzle and lick my way inside her, and my efforts seemed to excite her
terribly.  Despite what she'd said, I was now sucking and licking her
exactly like a pig with his face in a bucket of slops, gulping down every
mouthful of her steaming nectar as she fucked her cunt up against my
working lips.  I'm afraid I even might have made grunting, pig like sounds
as I ate her out, but by now she was moaning and swearing and hissing
between her teeth and didn't seem to notice.

   I finally used my nose to force her open and expose her clit, which I
then swiped gently with my tongue, bringing sharp cries from her throat.

   The whip crashed down on my back again, and again as I worked that
little nubbin and she was obviously on the very verge of losing it when she
again grabbed by hair and pulled my head away, crying, "Stop!  Stop!  You
motherfucker!  That's enough!  Stop!"

   I raised my head.  I knew my cheeks were shining with her juice, her
tits were heaving with her excited breathing, her fierce eyes had a glassy
sheen.  They seemed to look at me without really seeing.

   I noticed Jen standing about ten feet away.  I recognized her coat, a
long tan trench coat that she wore to the office most days, and shiny black
boots with wicked heels.  Her coat was open and I could see her naked flesh
within.  She seemed to be wearing some elaborate leather or vinyl harness;
I could see the black straps and the glimmer of bright silver chains, but I
couldn't make out the entire outfit.

   Before her stood a video camera on a tripod, aimed right at the desk,
and apparently she had been filming what was going on between Lilah and I.

   What really drew my attention, though, was the wild garish makeup Jen
was wearing.  I was used to seeing her in the subtle and sophisticated
colors favored by Morxay, but now she was made up like a whore, with
greenish-silver eye shadow and brilliantly red and glistening lipstick.

   Immediately I felt the sting of Lilah's whip once more.

   "Little prick!" she hissed.  "I told you not to look!  She'd none of
your business!  You are to keep your eyes and your thoughts focused only on
me, do you understand?  On me only!"

   "Yes, Mistress." I said apologetically.  No sense in trying to explain
that it's kind of instinctive to look up when you hear someone enter a room
while you're engaged in lewd oral congress with someone.  This was all some
sort of twisted game, but a game I definitely wanted to learn to play, so I
obeyed without objection.

   Lilah stood up straight on her desk, her chest heaving.

   "Now get up here on the desk.  On your back.  I want to fuck you!"

   The desk was huge enough so that she could stand to one side while I
scootched up on her desk.  I butt-walked back on my aching cheeks until I
was mostly on the desk, then tried to lie down, but it was impossible with
my arms pinioned behind my back.

   Lilah draped her whip over her shoulder and reached down to unfasten the
strap.  My wrists were still tied behind my back, but I could at least lie
back.  She then unwrapped her gold chain from my cock, studying me
carefully as she did so.  I was huge, angry red, the veins pulsing, the tip
almost purple with hot blood.  Precum almost poured from me, and Lilah took
a moment to smear it around the head of my cock, almost setting me off
again.

   "I'd say he's ready." Lilah said.

   "More than ready." Jen agreed in a voice smoky with sex.

   Lilah straddled me, then got down on one knee, her pussy over my cock.
Reaching beneath her, she took my piece and slit it several times across
her slit, soaking it with her juice and parting her labia.  Then, holding
it in place, she inhaled sharply through her nose, shut her eyes tight, and
lowered herself onto my rampant cock.

   Her face was a mask of lust and intense concentration as she focused all
her being on the feeling of my rod sliding into her body, parting the
engorged tissues of her vagina, flattening out all her internal wrinkles
and filling her empty sheath to bursting with male flesh.

   "Ohhhhh!" she groaned in disbelieving delight.  "Ohhh, that's so fucking
good!"

   When I was no more than three-quarters in her she stopped, leaned on her
hands and pulled her kneeling leg up to squat on her heels on the hot spear
that invaded her cunt.  Her eyes remained tightly shut.  She put both hands
on my chest and began to fuck herself on my joint, raising slowly up, then
down, each time taking a little more of me into her, gasping and hissing
with pleasure.

   I heard Jen at the camera murmur.  "Yes, baby!  Fuck him!  Fuck him
good!"

   Lilah made no comment.  Squatting on her high heels over my cock, her
knees against her tits, her head thrown back, mouth open, she gasped out
her pleasure as she slowly rode my greasy pole, slowly steered it left and
right inside of her with subtle movements of her hips.  Her hands turned
into claws that clutched painfully at my pecs, but I scarcely felt it.

   "Jen!" she hissed, "Jen, get over here!  Do my ass!  Do my asshole,
baby!"

   Out of the corner of my eye I saw Jen shrug off her coat.  I could see
her big, proud tits thrusting naked out of the black vinyl teddy she wore,
wobbling as she quickstepped to the edge of the desk.  I felt her cool
hands on my shins as she positioned herself between my legs, then the
delicious feel of her jugs brushing my knees as she bent to minister to
Lilah's puckered asshole as the brunette leaned forward to give her access.

   Lilah's gorgeous tits now scraped across my chin as she pressed herself
down against me.  I was dying to suck a tit into my mouth, as they slapped
softly against my lips, but Lilah hadn't given me permission, and I didn't
want to queer the deal now, not when I was so close to blowing that monster
load into her clutching, quivering snatch.

   Lilah gave a long, keening moan, her teeth clenched together, and
started fucking me faster.  I could feel Jen's chin brush against my balls
as she tried to plunge her tongue into Lilah's churning ass, and that
nearly was my end.  Amazingly, I didn't come, though I felt the sparks of
orgasm rip down from the head of my cock to my asshole, and felt the
convulsive spasms of my meat tight in Lilah's snatch.  Nothing like that
had ever happened to me before, and I didn't know what to make of it.  Had
she bruised me with that chain, had the whipping somehow shorted out my
ability to shoot?

   I didn't know.  I was blind with fuck lust and wasn't thinking clearly.
I wanted so much to grab Lilah's soft, muscular ass and pull her tight down
on my spike until she screamed, but with my wrists still cuffed together
there was nothing I could do.  I stopped thinking altogether and just
opened my mouth and captured one of those stiff little nipples, sucked on
it like a man possessed, bit it and heard Lilah scream long and loud as she
rode slick and tight up and down my throbbing pole.

   Suddenly she froze, stopped, my cock still in her.  I tried to fuck up
into her but she held me still with her thighs.  Her chest was heaving, her
mouth hung open as she panted for breath and her fuck sweat dripped down on
me.

   "Stop!  Stop it!" she said.  "Darling, stop!"

   Darling?  That was the first sign of affection she'd given me all
evening.  She was obviously nearly out of her mind with need, no longer the
cruel mistress, just a come hungry bitch determined to milk as much
pleasure out of us as she possibly could.

   "Jen," she panted.  "Put it on!  I want you in my ass when I come!"

   Jennifer must have known what she was talking about.  I felt her face
leave my loins and heard a distinctly mechanical click over the sound of
our labored breathing.

   "Wait" Lilah said.  "Take off his cuffs."

   She sat up straight, still holding my cock inside her, and Jennifer came
over to the side of the desk.  I couldn't help but notice the slim, black
phallus that jutted out from her groin, made of rubber or plastic, held in
place by a network of black leather straps and bright silver buckles that
encircled her hips.

   I managed to roll slightly to my side and present my wrists to Jennifer.
I felt her fumbling with the cuffs, then they slipped free and she pulled
them away.

   My arms were at last free.  I brought them to my sides and flexed my
fingers, trying to restore circulation.

   Shivery little spasms were running through Lilah's cunt, and I couldn't
wait for us to get back to the fucking.

   Jennifer resumed her place between my legs.  "Lie forward, Baby." I
heard her say softly to Lilah, and the brunette did as she said, pressing
her tits against my chest, her eyes closed.

   "I'm going to grease you up now, Darling." Jennifer said.  "It might be
cold."

   Lilah raised her head and looked me in the eye.  Her face wasn't an inch
from mine.  Here eyes were glazed, pupils dilated.  "Hold my ass." she
commanded me.  "Don't let me get away.  Hold my ass and spread it wide!"

   I did as she said, filling my hands with the creamy richness of her
perfect asscheeks, and spreading them wide.  My cock inside her could feel
her tighten as I spread her ass, and I felt her body tremble as Jennifer
applied the lube to her rectum.

   Lilah opened her mouth against mine and tangled her fingers in my hair.
The whip dangled from a strap around her right wrist.

   "Are you ready?" Jennifer asked.

   "Yes!  Do it!" Lilah hissed against my mouth.  I felt her squirm as
Jennifer pressed the black phallus against her anus, trying to penetrate.
Lilah moaned loudly into my mouth, and pulled at my hair so hard it brought
tears to my eyes."

   "Aggghhhh!  Unh!  Oh!" Lilah cried as Jennifer continued to push
forward.

   "Ow!" she suddenly screamed as the head of the phallus popped through
her anal sphincter muscle.  She bit at my lips, drove her tongue down my
throat, groaning all the time as Jennifer continued to force the plastic
dick into her rectum.

   "Ahhh!  Ohhhhh!  Do it, Jen!  Do it to me, Baby!  All of it!  Fuck!  Oh
my fucking God!" Her swearing and pleas continued as Jen pressed inexorably
forward into Lilah's ass, that perfect model's ass which quivered and
trembled in my grip as I held her spread open to receive that invading
dildo.

   Lilah sobbed and gasped, licking and biting at my face and mouth in the
desperate passion engendered by the half pain/half-pleasure of the
progressing rectal penetration.  She was like a madwoman, a woman
possessed, completely out of her mind, with an artificial dick up her ass
and a real one sunk in her vagina.

   I could feel the pressure of the dildo sliding into her on the underside
of my cock.  I'd never felt anything like it, a delicious compression of my
boss-lady's cunt as Jennifer worked the rubber dick into her.  I felt the
pressure of Jennifer's lithe body as she leaned her weight on Lilah,
driving the dildo into her to the hilt, and I could feel Jen's hips between
my knees.

   I let go of Lilah's ass and slid my hand down till I could feel where
the dildo disappeared into the stretched ring between her buttocks.  She
was all greasy with lube back there, and hot.

   "Oh!  You goddamned bitch!" Lilah hissed.  "Don't move!  Don't fucking
move!  Let me...I've got...I've got to get used to it!  Unhhh!"

   Lilah raised herself up on her arms, panting heavily, her face a mask of
pain and lust.  She looked directly at me, but I knew she wasn't seeing me.
She wasn't seeing anything.  She was strung between pain and pleasure, all
her attention fixed on the dual invaders in her pussy and her ass.  She bit
her lip.  Her brows furrowed as she worked to relax her stuffed holes, she
moaned, cried out, obscenities poured from that perfect mouth in barely
audible, breathless pleas.

   "Oh fuck, it hurts, it hurts!  Oh it hurts so fucking good!  Fuck me in
my ass!  Fuck my pussy!  Make me come!  I'm going to come!  Oh, fuck I'm
going to come!  Fuck me!  Fuck me!"

   "Are you ready, Darling?" Jennifer asked her softly.  "Are you close?"

   "Yes, yes!" Lilah whispered hotly.  "Yes!  Do it to me!  I'm close, I'm
close!"

   I felt the sweet drag as Jennifer pulled the dildo out slightly, making
Lilah groan.  I reached for her tits, but Jennifer's hands were there
first, squeezing gently, tickling Lilah's nipples with a long, red finger
nail.

   I took one hand and crammed it down to where Lilah's body met mine at
her crotch, right where her clit was.  It was awkward, but I held my hand
there, probing the hot and oily fold at the top of her pussy lips, where
they were mashed and stretched by my rod.

   Lilah's body began a spasmodic twitching or humping, I don't know
whether she was doing it consciously or whether it was just her body
responding.  From her mouth came a constant keening wail that gave me goose
bumps.  Her eyes were wide open in disbelief at the overwhelming sensations
of this double fucking, her gaze fixed sightlessly into space.  Her mouth
hung open as well, and saliva dripped from her lower lip and fell on my
chest.  What the fuck did I care at this point.

   I could barely move my hips with the weight of the two women on me, but
luckily I didn't have to.  I could clearly feel Jennifer fucking Lilah's
ass with short brutal strokes.  A man just doesn't screw like that.  Her
fucking was impatient and somehow strangely feminine, but it was apparently
just what Lilah wanted.

   "Oh yeah, Oh yeah!" Lilah groaned.  "Oh, I'm coming, I'm gonna come! 
Fuck me !  Fuck meee!"

   Without warning, Lilah began laying about her with the whip still in her
hand.  She lashed viciously at Jennifer, whipping her over her shoulders.
She tried to whip me too, but I was too close to her, so she concentrated
on Jen.  She beat her like a jockey beats his horse as he comes down the
home stretch, her hips moving just like she was riding a Derby champion,
groaning and cursing, eyes on the orgasmic prize that was so close.

   Jennifer shrieked too as the whip found her.  She picked up her pace and
increased her force, making Lilah's snatch pull and tug at my aching rod as
her body was buffeted up and back.  She was so tight that when she moved
the skin on my cock moved with her, up and down, up and down, and with the
heat of her, the sweet clench of her cunt on me, the feel of her little
clit growing and emerging from its hood of skin, I began to lose it.

   I couldn't fight it, didn't want to fight it.  My balls were aching, my
dick was sore, my prostate even felt huge.  I was just praying for relief,
I didn't care about Lilah, didn't care about Jen.  If I didn't come now I
thought my balls would just explode.  I just let it go; lay back and let it
happen....

   Let it...let...it...

   My come raced up through my shaft and blew into her hot and hard and
with incredible relief.  I splattered the inside of her womb with my
burning semen, and Lilah felt the hot discharge jet into her too; a
guttural scream ripped from her throat, an animal growl as she pitched
forward on me, dropping her whip, clutching at my shoulders and mashing her
lips to mine as I felt her sheath spasm around my spurting cock, her body
convulsing in my arms as I pressed her to me, shoved up into her, and
unleashed another gout of come into her clutching tunnel.

   Jen must have felt it to, for I felt her fuck rhythm increase as she
slapped into Lilah's ass, and Jen began to moan in a hot, mindless chant,
"Oh yeah, oh yeah!  Come in her!  Come in the bitch's cunt, you
motherfucker!  Fill her up!" I felt her nails dig into my knees for
leverage as she punched the phony cock into Lilah's bottom and held it
there, quivering.

   As Lilah was overwhelmed by her orgasm she screamed out her pleasure
into my open mouth, biting and licking at my lips, clawing at my shoulders.
Using all my strength I rammed my unit up into her as far as I could go,
mashing her pussy lips against my pubes as I shot gob after gob of white
lava up into her throbbing, milking cunt.

   I was dimly aware of another sensation, a quivering or vibrating, and
through the delicious mist of my orgasm I realized that Jennifer must be
coming too, the trembling of her body setting off the tight shaking I felt
imbedded in Lilah's quim.  She shouted and cried out in a shaky, breathless
wail as her come took her; the dildo communicated her spasms of release
through Lilah's ass to my spurting prick.

   All three of us were groaning and wailing now as our juices splashed all
over each other in a mix of come, lube, sweat and saliva, and for a moment
we were all three joined into a single being, our pleasures connected
through the medium of Lilah Morxay's incredible body.  I didn't know where
I stopped and they began, we were all clenching, sweating, coming,
spurting, gasping, and clinging desperately to each other.

   Lilah was the first to go, I felt her arms shaking with the strain of
supporting her and she collapsed onto my chest as her gasps of ecstasy
suddenly tuned into great heaving sobs which squeezed my dick inside her,
and served only to milk the last drizzle of juice from my deflating cock.
Jen too, I heard gasping atop Lilah's body.  I felt her pull the cock
slowly from Lilah's ass.  It made a lewd farting sound as it came out.

   The load in Lilah's cunt was starting to seep out around my shrinking
cock, wetting by belly and balls, but Lilah continued to sob on top of me,
her tears wetting my chest.  I was a little concerned; I'd seen women cry
after sex, but it wasn't something I expected from a tough Lady like Lilah.
But then again, I had never seen a woman come so fucking hard.

   I put my arms around her and tried to comfort her.  I had the smarts not
to say anything.

   Jennifer was the first to untangle.  She staggered back a few feet and
fell into one of the arm chairs and lay there panting.  The back dildo was
shiny with lube and juice, and now I could see that there was a stalk
underneath the thing that went into her pussy; some sort of subsidiary
dildo that allowed her to fuck herself while she fucked Lilah.  No wonder
she'd come.  She carefully pulled it from her pussy, unsnapped the whole
device from her harness, and just dropped it on the floor.

   Lilah finally got herself under control.  She sniffled in the last of
her tears, then, to my total surprise, she kissed me on the lips, tenderly
and lovingly, the way you'd want to be kissed after something like this.

   With visible effort.  she managed to roll off me and flop over on her
back on the desk, so that we were lying side by side, breathing hard,
trying to regain our composure.

   Jennifer was the first to stir.  She got up, and I heard her walking
across the plush carpet, then heard her boots click on bare floor as she
entered Lilah's private room.  She came back with two towels and gave them
to us without a word.

   Lilah patted herself dry, carefully blotting her face and her chest.  I
wiped the sweat from my face, then the mixed juices of our orgasms from my
groin.  But I was still sticky, and the lather we'd worked up by our
violent churning still clung to my pubic hair.

   When we had all caught our breath, Lilah cautiously got down from the
desk and tested her legs.

   "Shall I start your shower?" Jennifer asked her.

   "Not yet." Lilah said.  She walked over to the other arm chair and sat
down.  Then, looking at me, she drew her feet up beside her on the cushion,
displaying her vagina to me.

   "So.  How do you think Mr.  Narr did, Jennifer?" she asked.

   The blonde secretary looked at me no sign of emotion on her icy face. 
"All right, I'd say."

   Lilah was staring at me, smiling slightly.  She reached down with two
fingers and parted herself, and I had to groan as I saw gobs of my come
slide out of her pussy and trickle down the crack of her ass.  I could see
her anus, still distended and red, in the darkness below.

   She watched my reaction with that wicked grin again, then she smeared
the come around her pussy, finally lifting her finger to her mouth, and
slowly licked it off, teasing me.

   I started to harden again.  I couldn't help it.

   "Yes, I think he did quite all right.  For the first time."

   Lilah tried to hide a wicked smile.  Then she pulled herself to her feet
and headed a bit unsteadily to her room.  I couldn't take my eyes off her
high, proud ass, the ass that had just been mine.  She glanced back over
her shoulder and said, "Be a dear, Jennifer and clean up this mess.  And
clean off Mr.  Narr, as well.  He's earned it.  I'm going to shower and lie
down for a bit; I'm suddenly quite sleepy."

   She took a few more steps and looked back from her doorway.  "She's all
yours, Rob.  Just don't make too much noise?"

   I looked over at Jennifer.  She didn't look happy, but she didn't dare
disobey Lilah.

   "And Rob?" Lilah said, "You'll be available this weekend?"

   "Er...yes Miss...yes, Lilah."

   "Good.  I may be working late again tomorrow night.  I might want to
call you two in.  For business, of course."

   "Of course."

   "Of course."



   [To be Continued...]



   
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