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Subject: {ASSM} Bored, Horny and full of ideas (FM)
Date: Tue, 24 Jun 2003 17:10:03 -0400
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This story is written for adults and contains graphic depictions of sex.

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in your country and that you agree with the contents of this text (see 
story codes).

Have fun!

/Ciad Itu [ciad@hoakz.com]

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     Bored, Horny and full of ideas (FM)

     By Ciad Itu, 1999

     It was Friday and Trisha was bored. Actually she was on the verge of 
suicide unless something happened pretty soon. The clock was three  and she
wished nothing else than it would be five o'clock so she could get on with 
her life.

     Right now she was sitting by her desk fighting hard not to fall asleep
as she polished her nails. Her employment was a joke, she had no important 
tasks to finish. All the silly things she needed to finish this week was 
done and she could have left well before lunch, she could have left well 
before Wednesday as far as she was concerned. She would have, if it wasn't 
for her boss. He was an idiot that really believed that the orders given to
him by the management was something to get bothered over, and he took them 
very seriously. So, now Trisha was stuck here when she could do anything 
and it would be about one hundred times funnier, and another hundred times 
more meaningful.

     Trisha sighed and threw her nail file across the room. Her head fell 
heavily on her arms splaying long wisps of her smooth light brown hair 
allover the desk. She stayed in that position.

     "I hate life", she moaned loudly, sighed and got a bit more 
comfortable on the desk.

     "I hate this shit", she mumbled as a misty thought about maybe she 
should get her head up off her arms crossed her mind.

     Suddenly she snapped up in sitting position as the door to her office 
banged shut. She had fallen asleep again and inside the door was the dork, 
Joshua, her boss, standing with arms crossed and a wide grin on his face.

     "Now, now, missy", he said with slow confidence as his grin became 
evil. "You're not sleeping, are you?"

     "The bastard is actually licking his lips", Trisha noted and decided 
there and then that she just had to get back at him regardless of the cost.

     "I have specific orders regarding you", Joshua continued while 
mentally rubbing his hands. "Very specific orders". He was leaning against 
the door post now, with a very content smile.

     "I am sure you do", Trisha answered carelessly as she placed her feet 
on her desk and wondered how she could take out her revenge on Joshua in 
proper measures. "He's a dick less bastard..." she thought and noticed the 
clock on her table. A broad smile spread across her face. "Or was he?" She 
had the perfect revenge in store for this idiot.

     Joshua was now dumbfounded by the fact that his newest employee didn't
seem a slight bit scared of his power over her existence or non-existence 
on the company.

     "So what", Joshua thought. "I have the authority, and the orders to 
treat her as she obviously deserves".

     Trisha didn't read Joshua's mind, she didn't even care about his 
thoughts, if she even believed there was any. Instead of getting all 
dreadful over Joshua's power she smiled and leaned back in her chair.

     "You know what I am doing this time on Fridays?"

     "Eh, no", Joshua answered and took a step backwards, bumping into the 
door post. This was not going the way he had planned it.

     Trisha got up from her chair and walked over to Joshua, resting one 
hand on the wall behind him when she leaned close to his face.

     Since Trisha was tall and Joshua was short they where face to face 
now. Joshua looked into Trish's eyes quite a bit alarmed.

     "Erm, Miss Milroy..." he mumbled.

     "I use to sit in here in my office..." Trisha said without paying any 
attention to Joshua, "And think... of how I will go out this night..."

     "I do require..." Joshua started but he swallowed his words as Trisha 
stepped even closer to him now pressing her body against him, from her full
breasts to her firm thighs. The ambitious junior manager looked around to 
try and determine if anyone could see them before he wet his lips and tried
to talk again, but Trisha was way ahead of him.

     "And get some of this", she grunted between gritted teeth and grabbed 
his cock through his pants.

     "Miss Milroy!" Joshua cried and tried to fend her off.

     "Have you got any idea how this shit boring company makes a live and 
horny girl like your innocent Miss MilROY here feel?" Trisha continued well
able to keep Joshua in her grip.

     "Ehh, M...Miss", Joshua tried to answer as she apparently waited for 
his answer, still holding his cock. "Eh," he tried again. "No idea... can 
you please..."

     "Wanna know?" Trisha answered and stepped even closer to him. "Wanna 
know how hot I am right now? Josh?"

     Joshua suddenly stopped and smiled at her. "You're going to show me 
how hot you are?" He asked.

     "Wanna fuck me? Josh? Here on my shit boring desk?"

     "Sure I wanna fuck you", Joshua started his self confidence coming 
back. "But not at..."

     Joshua's words turned into a squeak as Trisha grabbed him by his balls
and his collar, spun him around and pushed him backwards the few meters to 
her over-dimensioned desk. Pens, papers and other office utensils flew 
across the room as Joshua fell backwards down on the desk. Trisha jumped on
top of her chocked and stunned boss and started tearing his shirt open, 
buttons flying in the air.

     "I'm gonna let you know how upset my pussy gets over this place right 
now", Trisha grunted and started pulling at Joshua's zipper.

     "Please! Please! What ever you want, but not here!", Joshua pleaded on
the verge of tears.

     "Please?" he whispered as Trisha stopped for a second.

     Then she continued ripping his pants open. "Nah, I'm horny and I need 
to fuck right NOW!"

     "Please", Joshua moaned. "Mr. Miller will be here in a few minutes..."

     Trisha stopped, Joshua's pants now halfway down his thighs. She looked
at him with a mischievous smile and sparking eyes. "I know".

     "Oh, nooo!!", Joshua cried.

     Mr. Miller was not Joshua's boss or even his bosses boss, he was the 
owner of the whole company. Actually Mr. Miller was the owner of a lot of 
companies, and now he was going to inspect the sales office in downtown 
Manhattan and he would find one of his junior managers involved with a 
newly employed secretary, on her desk none the less.

     "No! God! Please!" Joshua was fighting to get free for real now but 
Trisha just grabbed hard and hang tight until Joshua worked himself tired 
after about a minute of struggling.

     "Office rat", Trisha thought and grabbed his cock.

     "I'm doomed", Joshua whispered with panic.

     Trisha grinned at him and jacked him with fast efficient movements. 
"Tough luck, Josh boy".

     "Oh please! Please!" Joshua moaned, "Please no!"

     "Please yes!" Trisha hissed lasciviously and pulled her skirt up.

     They both stared at her panty-less pussy, Trisha with satisfaction, 
Joshua with terror.

     "Ah well", Trisha sighed. "I guess I planned something like this since
morning..."

     Joshua moaned and fell back down on the desk hard.

     "How can I appease you? Anything? Money?"

     Trisha laughed hoarsely at that while she started grinding her pussy 
at his now half hard cock.

     "By fucking me Josh boy", she mumbled. "By fucking my pussy till I 
scream... That's how you will appease me..."

     She started riding him with undulating hips and in a few seconds of 
this titillating stimulation none of them was seriously considering 
anything else any more.

     Trisha moaned and started grinding at his cock for real and Joshua 
gave in to his increasingly insisting desires.

     "My god", he moaned.

     "Do you like my hot, wet pussy?" Trisha cooed as she kept grinding.

     "You'll kill me", Joshua groaned.

     Trisha raised, squatted over him and grabbed his cock.

     "Let me kill you by drowning", she smiled and slid his cock into her.

     She took him to the root with one smooth move and Joshua lost all 
control, tensed his body in an arc and pushed his hips up at her hot grasp 
for all he was worth.

     "That's it", Trisha encouraged. "Fuck me hard!"

     At that Joshua started pounding up at her so hard and fast that she 
could only hold on as the sound of flesh whacking into flesh mixed with the
rising whine of Trisha's lust and ecstasy.

     "Uhhh!" she moaned. "Shit! Shit! Yes!!"

     Joshua stared up at her with wide open eyes as he kept pounding for 
all he was worth. His cock had never been this hard and hot ever before. It
was like it was made of stone, burning stone. The sensation of Trisha's 
slippery tight pussy was incredible as it caressed his length over and over
again.

     Trisha felt Joshua's cock bore into her hot flood as climax built and 
built and kept building. She could hardly believe it could be this good but
she knew why it was; "Mr. Miller" was on his way this very moment. She 
vaguely wondered if any members of the board would be with him, that would 
be hilarious.

     Joshua uttered a hoarse moan and she felt how his cock grew even 
wider.

     "Oh my god!" she moaned as the dam that held her own orgasm started 
breaking.

     Right then they both jumped at the sharp bang of Trisha's office door 
being shut. Joshua snapped his head up and looked past Trisha.

     "M...Mr... M... Mr... Miller..." he stammered and tried to push Trisha
away.

     Trisha already knew what was going on behind her back. She could see 
precious "Mr. Millers" expression as if she had a mirror on the opposite 
wall of her office, but she was too busy to really care right now.

     She dug her fingernails into poor Joshua and with a loud grunt she 
started to pound his cock deep, fast and hard into her pussy. Within 
seconds she shrieked with an orgasm and only seconds later she shrilled 
with the next. At this she could feel Joshua's cock spasm in her and 
suddenly her pussy was filled with his cum.

     At that Trisha felt as if her whole body was flooded with boiling soda
water and she gasped as she felt like the soda was surging through every 
part of her body before it gathered into a huge chock wave right where 
Joshua was pumping jet after jet of hot burning semen into her. Finally she
groaned and fell down on her knees, her body shaking uncontrollable before 
she collapsed in a heap on top of Joshua.

     For almost half a minute nothing happened as Trisha felt Joshua's cock
shrinking with incredible speed and slip out of her followed by a flood of 
sperm.

     "He can see it all just in front of his nose", Trisha thought. "Serves
him well for having this shit boring company."

     "Well", Mr. Miller, a distinguished elderly gentleman in a spotless 
dove gray suit, cleared his throat. Joshua was shutting his eyes tight now,
seemingly trying hard to faint.

     "Done?" Mr. Miller asked dryly.

     Trisha climbed off Joshua and looked down on his shrunken flaccid 
cock.

     "Doesn't seem better, huh?"

     "Patricia Maria Miller", Mr. Miller tried not to roar. "Get out of 
here and get yourself cleaned up. You are fired!"

     Mr. Miller sighed and added. "For the fourth time..."

     "Sure dad", Trisha tried not to smile as she left the room, trying to 
pull down her skirt with one hand as she tried to prevent Joshua's cum from
ruining her stockings with the other.

     "I am after all going out tonight", she thought, "but I could stop at 
the apartment on 22nd and change".

     As she passed her father Trisha stopped and looked up at him from her 
half bent position. "Maybe you should just let me have a normal life 
without any work?"

     "We're not going to have this discussion now!"

     Mr. Miller roared this time and Trisha thought he was probably right 
and left the room.

     Joshua had opened his eyes now, and was leaning on his elbows, the 
only part of him that didn't shake, his mouth an open hole, and his eyes 
jumping from Mr. Miller to Trisha and back.

     "D... Dad?" he stammered.

     

     

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Authors Note (full version)

This text is written for adults and contains graphic depictions of sex.

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* You are of the legal age of consent in your country (if you don't know, 
wait until you are 18 years or see http://www.ageofconsent.com)

* You agree with the contents of this text (see 
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Any commercial use of this text without the expressed approval of the 
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I will also want you to send me an email letting me know where my stuff 
goes (after all, what author doesn't love to be "published"? =)

Please feel free to send positive feedback. Requests for reposts will be 
ignored (see http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/ciad/www instead), as will comments that 
indicate you have read the text even though I advised against it.

/Ciad Itu [ciad@hoakz.com]

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