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Subject: {ASSM} Philatal Mistake (MF) by juanwildone
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Buenos dias senor moderatoro's

I posted this to assd and was told "NO - no posting here!" send
this to the story guys, aka, the moderators (this would be you -
I hope). So here's my story - hope you like it. Hope you postit.



If you don't...or won't...or can't...

dang

vaya con dios

j



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Philatal Mistake


I guess you could say that I'm a nice guy. It's who I am. I
really am a nice guy. When I'm around women I'm respectful. I
listen, I compliment, I consider their feelings. For me "no" has
always meant "no." I guess if I told you that I didn't get much
action you wouldn't be surprised. Not that I'm complaining OK
maybe I'm complaining a little...but I understand that it's my
fault.

I've even been fixed up with "sure things", except it wasn't. We
would get to talking and soon I'm sympathizing with her. By the
end of the evening I have a new friend. Only to find out later
that after I left she called up some random guy who stayed the
night. We're still friends, sometimes I watch her kids when she
goes out.

Before you say anything I've played the part of a tough guy once
and it worked. Up to the point where she was ready to have sex
and I just had to tell her the truth. She was pissed off. A girl
friend told me later when I told her the whole story that I might
as well have called the girl a slut. She tried to explain it to
me but I guess I just didn't get it. Not that I have a lot of
time for dating anyway.

Things had been pretty crazy at work. Our company had bought a
small graphic arts group and my team was responsible for
integrating them into all aspects of our business. I found myself
working regularly with Karen, one of our new co-workers. She was
terrific. I mean she was smart. She was good-looking too. Too
good looking for me, oh don't get me wrong. I mean that she was
so good looking a guy like me wouldn't stand a chance. So we
talked and flirted a little, okay it really wasn't flirting I
simply noticed her clothes and hair and complimented her. Paid
attention to her, listened to her. I could see that we were well
on our way to becoming good friends   oh well.

All of this preambling about on my part was leading up to our end
of the quarter company party. We were also celebrating the
completed integration of the new graphics group; we'd finished
way ahead of schedule. Unfortunately that meant that Karen and I
wouldn't be working together as much   I was kind of bummed about
that.

Anyway, at the party I was drinking a bit more then usual and had
a nice buzz going. I wanted to talk with Karen and thank her for
her cooperation but I didn't see her anywhere. Eventually I
wandered back to my section and was delighted to see Karen there.
She looked great. She usually wore nicely tailored suits but I
guess since it was casual Friday she - WOW   she was wearing a
wrap around skirt with a t-shirt top. From the back she appeared
to be braless! When I called out to her she turned and she was
definitely braless, her nipples poked the cotton material outward
and cast distinct shadows. She was holding a postcard in her
hand. It was one of those Island girl cards with a beautiful nude
Island girl on it. Oops! I thought I'd put that away.

OK so sue me. I like to collect stamps. And I ask people when
they go traveling abroad to send me postcards back. One of the
guys I work with was on vacation and had sent me the postcard; it
had a great stamp on it the commemorated the granting of...Oh why
am I even bothering to explain? Anyway, Karen was looking at the
back of the postcard. I figured that maybe she was into stamps
also so I asked her.

"So Karen, have you been a philatelist for very long." She must
have turn six shades of red. I pressed onward, "I'm always asking
people for new ones. I have quite a collection; I was twelve when
I got my first one. How about you?"

"You were twelve?!" I was transfixed as Karen's nipples became
noticeably more prominent. "I, I...I was seventeen, the first
time." I couldn't help but notice that she was almost panting.
And her eyes were nearly black. Her hand was gripping the
postcard so tightly that it was visibly shaking.

"Hey, know what? If you want it I'll give it to you right now. I
can always get another one from the same guy.  I like getting
them whenever and wherever, but you know what they say, 'it's
better to give then to receive.' So if you want it just sayso."

"Right here, in your office? I've never done it at work before.
OK! I'll do it; I mean I'll let you do me. Oh God I can't believe
I'm about to do this. Lock the door. Please." As I turned to lock
the door it began to dawn on me that maybe we weren't talking
about stamps. When I turned back around to Karen had already
removed her skirt and was standing in her t-shirt and panties.
She sat up on my desk and leaned back against one of the flat
panel displays. Her knees were still together but she had lifted
her feet above the top of the desk. The gusset of her panties was
soaked and the bulge of her labia was unmistakable. I was about
to explain our communication misunderstanding when I inhaled her
scent. My alcohol buzz became a deep intoxication of lust.
Suddenly, the only thought in my mind was P*U*S*S*Y! I wanted
pussy. I needed pussy. I had to have some pussy!

I sat in my chair and slid forward. I leaned in close and drank
deeply of the musky fragrance of her cunt. I hooked my fingers
into the waistband of her panties and tugged gently. "These are
in the way."  Once I cleared her hips I pulled the soaked cotton
up her legs until they cleared her feet. "You won't need them
anymore," as I stuffed them in my pants pocket.  Her scent filled
the room. I put her left foot on the right armrest and her right
foot on the left. I was looking at the most beautiful vagina I
had ever seen   it was perfect. Her outer lips, the labia majora,
were thick with blood, the edges swelling to the point of turning
slightly inside out so that a hint of bright pink delight was
just visible. She was leaking so abundantly that her perineum as
well as her rosebud anus was slick with her fluids. Her lips
spread slightly at the top of her vagina becoming a puffy cleft
that disappeared into a soft down of light blonde hair. "You are
so beautiful. So beautiful."

I lightly touched her lips causing her to shudder and inhale
sharply. I looked up and smiled at her. Her eyes were so glazed I
wasn't sure she could even see me. I began to stroke her slowly.
My touch was so light that I barely felt her. But she could feel
me. A low chorus of sounds began to rain upon my ears, "MMMM's"
and "AHHHH's" and "OHHHH's" and the occasional "yes." Her lips
began to open as I pressed a little harder. Up one side and down
the other, sometimes two fingers straddling her slit moving in
tandem. I couldn't wait any longer I had to see inside her so I
positioned my thumbs and delicately pulled her cunt apart. I was
transfixed. All of my senses were engaged; the heat of her skin,
the sound of her enjoyment, the smell of her need, the vision of
her perfection   I had to taste her, I couldn't wait anylonger.

I leaned in and licked her from bottom to top. She moaned in
pleasure, so I did it again. Slow languid licks alternating with
deep plunges of my tongue seemed to be having an effect on her. I
was always careful to avoid any contact with her clit.  Her
fingers her tangled in my hair and her vocalizations became an
incoherent babble. I slowly pushed a finger into her and felt her
spasm around it. She was very tight. I turned my palm up and
began to stroke gently against the inside of her cunt. When my
finger was almost out I would push up more and watch as her clit
would rise and reveal itself. I began to lick on each side while
carefully avoiding the sensitive tip. The next time I exposed her
clit I licked right across the tip; she squealed and bucked her
hips. I repeated this again and again slowly adding more licks
until it was a constant tongue massage. I increased the stroking
action of my finger and she went nuts. Absolutely insane. Her
thighs were flapping, her hips jerking, and then I tongue
thwacked her. I sucked her clit into my mouth and clamped down
with my lips. I thrummed my tongue back and forth across the
exposed tip as hard and as fast as I could. A deep from the gut
"OHHH" was broken off in mid exhalation and she went rigid. I
kept going at it. Her body snapped like a whip three times and
she completed her exhalation. "HAAAAA." I immediately released
her clit and looked up.

Her eyes were literally fluttering. She was covered in sweat, her
t-shirt was so wet that it was plastered to her breasts. Her hand
were grabbing at me. "I need you in me. NOW." I didn't need to be
told twice. I stood and unbuckled my belt and pants. I pushed it
all down to my ankles. My cock was as hard as it could possibly
be. I was the one shaking now. I pulled her hips to the edge of
the desk and pushed my cock flat aiming straight into the core of
her sex. I watched as the head of my cock slid into her   GOD SHE
WAS TIGHT. I back off and pushed again   deeper, and again, and
again until I finally pushed my pubic bone against hers. YES! I
didn't want to move for the rest of my life. But a greater need
rose up   I needed to cum like I needed air. I slowly pulled back
to the sound of a needful whimper, "nooo." I pushed back in,
"Yessss." I pulled back. "nooo." And pushed in faster, "ohhhh."
Faster and faster I went. I began to fuck Karen as hard and as
fast as I could   and she loved it.

She was moving her hips in time with me and I knew I wouldn't
last long. She knew to and began a steady chant, "Come in me.
Come in me." I was only too happy to oblige. Usually when I feel
my orgasm catch hold it seems to build up from my nuts. This one
seemed to be starting throughout my entire body. Every nerve
seemed to be revving up for this. Sweat began to drip off of me
and my body heat soared. The feeling of impending orgasm seemed
to grow stronger then I had ever experienced before. I came.

It felt as if the center of my body filled with pressure and then
released into my cock. I could feel it swell as never before,
Karen felt it too. Because she wrapped her legs tight around me
and clamped me deep inside her. I roared with my release. With
each spasm of ejaculation I roared. I continued to spasm long
after I had emptied all I had into her. The spasms just went on
and on. When they finished I was aware that I was holding her as
tightly as she was holding me. I was truly spent and I felt my
cock begin to soften inside her. She wouldn't let me go. Of
course, I didn't let go of her either.

Then it struck me I hadn't even kissed her. I lifted my head and
she looked   man she looked beautiful. I tilted my head and
kissed her softly on her lips. We enjoyed a long slow sensual
kiss, a lover's kiss. She was definitely kissing back when she
began to laugh. A giggle that grew quickly until we were both
laughing hard. So hard that she squeezed my cock out of her, this
only made us laugh more. This caused her to leak a considerable
amount of our combined bodily fluids onto my desk. I helped her
to stand.

"I think I need my panties. What have you done to me?" I pulled
her panties out of my pocket and was about to hand them to her
when I stopped and returned them to my pocket. "Stephen, I need
those now. I'm already starting to drip down my legs." I grabbed
a handful of tissues and offered them to her. "That'll just
become a soggy mess and fall apart and be an even bigger
embarrassment to me. I need my panties." I would not give them
up. She tried everything from pleading to threats to cajoling me.
Finally I offered her a solution. I held them before her and
suggested an exchange, she could have these now in exchange for
the pair she would be wearing tomorrow night.

"I thought you were a nice guy? At least you've always treated me
nicely. You never even tried anything...at least not until today.
And now you want me to trade a night of sex with you for my own
underwear? You're not very nice at all." Her pout was real enough
  but her eyes gave her away.

"Who said anything about sex? I was thinking about a date - you
are a horny one aren't you?"

"Oh! You! OH!" Her face screwed up like she was about to cry. "I
can't imagine what you must think of me." She choked off a sob.
"I guess I'm just another sl..."

"NO! NO! I think you're incredible you're smart you're beautiful,
you're sexy. I think you're the most amazing woman I've ever met.
You are everything I have ever looked for in a woman."

"Oh now you're just saying that. All you want to do is just fuck
me when it pleases you and too bad for me. You're just like all
the other guys." Her bottom lip looked so sexy when she stuck it
out.

"NO. You know I'm not like that. I admit that this is a unique
way of starting a relationship. But I can assure you that I hold
you in the highest regard. I mean that. I've never done anything
like this   ever. It's just that our time working together was
over and I was realizing that I was going to miss you. Then, when
I saw you..." I began to chuckle a bit. "You know it's really
kind of funny."

"What's funny, lover?" Oh did I like the sound of that. I brushed
her hair back and realized that I did have feelings for Karen.

"I'm your lover, really?" She hummed an affirmative.

"What's funny...lover?" My cock began to harden.

"Well. This was all a misunderstanding. A word play kind of
thing." Karen noticed my erection poking her in the stomach. She
sat me on the edge of the desk and stroked me until I was fully
erect again.

She bent down and licked my cock until it was good and wet. "Word
play?"

She straddled my hips and slowly impaled herself upon me.

"Oh. Oh yeah." God she felt good. "When you were looking at the
stamp I asked if you were a philatelist and I guess you assumed I
was saying fellatio-ist. I was, 'Oh God.' I was talking about
stamps, 'Oh, Oh, Oh.' And I think you though I was asking if you
were into giving men oral se..., se..., sex." Karen began to move
faster and she wiggled her hips in some kind of sexual hula
dance. I could tell she was getting close when her movements
became erratic. I wanted her from behind. I lifted her up and we
disengaged with a 'pop.' 

I carried her to the couch and bent her over the armrest. I was
in her in an instant. Pumping her for all I was worth. I felt her
cunt tighten around me as she orgasmed. Her moans of delight were
all I needed and over the top I went. After I pulled out I leaned
back on the couch staring at her upturned ass. She struggled to
stand and ended up sitting in my lap. I could feel her leaking
all over my stomach. I began to kiss her mouth and face.

I was simply lost in her gaze. As she smiled at me I noticed a
change in her expression. The sweet post-orgasmic glow gave way
to a look of certainty, even triumph. "Word play?
Misunderstanding? I don't think so - my Dad has collected stamps
for years. I collected them too. I think my collection is just
about complete."

I understood her all to well. She had me signed, sealed and
delivered   I had made a philatal mistake.


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