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Subject: {ASSM} Repost - Career Girl - Part 1 - A Typical Morning
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Date: Thu, 15 May 2008 17:10:03 -0400
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Career Girl 
Part 1 - A Typical Morning

By Misty Paycheck


My name is Laura.  My life is pretty ordinary.  I'm not married yet.  Like most 

girls my age, I hope to meet a nice man and get married someday, but for now I'm 

very dedicated to my career.  I'm a moderately successful analyst at a medium 

sized marketing firm.  I've been there for several years and have worked my way 

into a position where my input is  trusted and highly valued by the company.  To 

maintain this high level I often find it necessary to work beyond a typical eight 

hour day.  This morning is no exception.  I know that I have a conference call 

that I'll have to dial into from my car on the way in to work.  
I get ready the same way that I do every morning.  I shower, shave my legs and put 

on one of the many smart business suits that I usually wear.  Today it's a grey 

skirt cut just above the knee, a sheer white blouse and a fitted jacket and 

conservative pumps.  I tend to dress pretty conservatively at the office.  

My commute normally takes about a half hour in the morning, a little more 

depending on traffic.  About five minutes into my commute I dial into the 

conference bridge.  The meeting is with a new client we just landed and the topic 

is the cost of effort versus return on  investment for the strategies that the 

client is targeting.  A few minutes into the call, as I'm briefing the client, I 

come to an intersection.  I just miss the green light and stop to wait for it to 

change.  This is a frustratingly long light to have to sit through, usually 

several minutes waiting for it to turn green.  As I'm giving my briefing, I notice 

a man walking toward my car.  Not a homeless person, a normal enough looking guy.  

He taps on my driver's side window and motions for me to roll down my window.  I 

continue to participate in the call as I roll down the window.  The man smiles and 

very politely says "good Morning."  He then slowly reaches in the car, unbuttons 

my suit jacket and begins fondling my breasts through my sheer blouse.  I smile 

back at him and continue with my briefing.  He then unbuttons my blouse, gently  

pulls down my bra and squeezes my breasts.  He pinches my nipples, which makes my 

squeal softly.  He raises his other hand to my mouth and points two fingers.  I 

flash a slight smile at the stranger as I politely ask my client to excuse me for 

a moment.  I open my mouth and the stranger puts in his fingers.  I gently suck on 

them and roll my tongue around them.  Once they are good and wet he removes them.  

As soon as he does I get back to briefing my client.  The stranger moves his now 

moist fingers between my knees.  I sit up off of my skirt a little to allow him to 

move it up my thighs to my hips.  Once his fingers are touching my panties, I sit 

back down.  He rubs my mound through my panties for a few seconds before moving 

them to the side and slowly inserting first one, then both fingers.  He 

rhythmically moves his fingers  in and out of me while continuing to massage my 

breast.  My breathing becomes a little shallow when his thumb brushes against my 

clit.  All the while I continue to explain to my client about the importance of 

data pathing in an ROI tracking environment.  When the traffic light turns green I 

raise my hand, point to the light and smile.  The stranger removes his fingers 

from my now very moist pussy and offers them to my mouth.  I again ask my client 

to excuse me for a moment and quickly suck the strangers fingers dry as the cars 

behind me grow impatient.  When he pulls his fingers out of my mouth, I smile and 

whisper 'thanks.'  He backs away from my car as I drive on.  I continue with my 

briefing as I drive on.  Since I'm using one hand to hold the cell phone and the 

other hand on the steering wheel, I can't button my blouse or fix my skirt.  

I'm still on the conference call as I pull into the office parking lot with my bra 

pulled down, my blouse open and my skirt pulled up around my hips.  I sit in the 

car until the call is completed, during which time several of my co-workers walk 

past.  They smile and wave as they see me talking on the cell phone.  I notice one 

of my co-workers, Mark, walking from his car to the office.  I know that I need to 

talk to him first thing today.  Luckily the conference call ends at that very 

moment.  I quickly grab my briefcase, get out of my car and run after him.  I 

catch up with him and tell him I need a moment of his time.  I ask him to please 

hold my briefcase.  As we walk to the elevator I tell him about the conference 

call.  While I fix my panties, pull my skirt down, pull up my bra and button my 

blouse I ask him to pull some demographic  trending data.  He tells me that Holly 

has already put most of that data together and while he would be happy to fill in 

the gaps, I should check with her first.  When the elevator door opens on my floor 

Mark hands me my briefcase.  I thank him and continue on to my cubicle.  

When I get to my desk I check my voicemail, email and meeting schedule.  I notice 

that I have a meeting at 9:30 with the quantitative analysis committee.  I return 

a couple phone calls and reply to a few emails.  I notice it's getting to be about 

9:15.  I know that I have to find Holly before my 9:30 so I grab my laptop and 

head to the conference room knowing that I'll pass Holly's cubicle on the way. 

On the way to Holly's cubicle I see Mark again.  He asks if I'd spoken to Holly 

yet.  I tell him I'm on my way to see her now and then I'm off to a meeting.  Mark  

says that he needs to see me later and that he'll try to find me when he has a 

free moment.  When I get to Holly's cubicle I find her bent over her desk with her 

skirt hiked up around her waist.  Her blouse hangs open and her sizable breast are 

bouncing and slapping together.  Behind her stands Alan from Computer Support 

fucking her like he's trying to push her over the desk.  Holly's breathing is 

quick, and her head hangs low, but her fingers are tapping away at the keyboard of 

her computer.  She sees me coming and with labored breath she says that she had 

spoken with Mark earlier and she knows that I need the demographic data by noon.  

She says that she's almost finished and points to her computer screen to show me a 

particularly interesting spike in the data.  Before she can get to it though, Alan 

speeds up and starts slamming his dick into her like  his life depends on it.  

Holly tenses and cries out as her body is wracked with orgasm.  This sends Alan 

over the edge and his eyes close as he sends a stream of hot cum into Holly's hot 

pussy.  He pulls out of her and sends three or four more streams of cum onto her 

scrunched up pinstripe skirt.  Another stream shoots out with such force that it 

flies up over Holly and lands on the lapel of my smart grey jacket.  Alan quickly 

regains his composure, pulls Holly's skirt down and straightens it out.  He tells 

her if she continued to have problems with her PC to consider switching to MAC.  

Holly laughs and thanks him for the help.  After Alan leaves Holly sits down and 

starts to show me the data she was going to show me before she was interrupted by 

her orgasm.  I tell her that I have to run to a meeting and that If she sends it 

to me, I'll look  at it later.  She looks at my lapel and smiles when she sees the 

large drop of cum on my lapel.  She reaches over, scoops it up with her finger and 

licks it off.  She apologizes for the stain on my jacket.  I tell her its fine and 

laugh that you can always tell when Alan was on our floor because he likes to mark 

the women he "helps out."  Holly laughs as she scoops the splatters of cum off her 

skirt and put them in her mouth.  She says that normally she like to go and get a 

quick-douche out of the machine in the break room after a guy uses her, but she'll 

stay at her desk and finish the stats so I'll have them in time.  I thank her and 

head off to my meeting.  

When I get to the conference room I notice that almost all eight of the attendees 

have already arrived.  I say hello to them, plug my laptop into the overhead 

projector and pull up my  presentation.  I scan the room and see that only Jenny is 

absent.  Jenny is the Executive Account Manager for this district and leads the 

team present at the meeting.  She arrives with apologies for her lateness and sits 

next to Joseph, the new nineteen year old intern.  I start my presentation once 

she is settled.  The purpose of the meeting is for me to explain the results of a 

multiple regression analysis that was done to narrow the scope of several 

potential product strategies.  It's quite technical and fairly detailed in scope.  

About a third of the way through my presentation as I stand at the front of the 

room going through a particularly dense power point slide, I scan the room to see 

if I've lost anybody.  I notice that Joseph has reached over and unbuttoned 

Jenny's blouse.  He's massaging her breasts with one hand.  Two fingers of his  

other hand are slowly exploring Jen's mouth.  Jen has a focused look on her face 

while she sucks on Joseph's fingers.  Her eyes glance down and she writes some 

notes.  Jen then reaches up to Joseph's hand and removes his fingers from her 

mouth.  She politely smiles and apologizes to him saying that she has a question 

for me. As she speaks she moves Joseph's hand under the table.  She pulls her 

panties aside and places his hand on her pussy.  He rubs her clit for a bit before 

inserting his fingers.  As he slowly starts to fingerfuck her he can feel her 

subtly moving her ass against his rhythm.  Meanwhile Jen asks her question and we 

have a short discussion of her point.  When she is satisfied that her question has 

been answered, she looks at Joseph and nods.  Joseph removes the hand from between 

Jen's legs and moves his fingers back up to  her mouth.  She smiles and licks her 

juices from his fingers.  Then she obligingly opens as Joseph returns to exploring 

her mouth with his fingers all while continuing to massage her breasts.

About 10 minutes further into my presentation there is a knock on the conference 

room door.  Mark pops his head in and says "there you are" when he sees me.  He 

looks over at Jen, smiles and says hi to her.  He says "I won't interrupt; I just 

need Laura for a minute."  Jen nods to him and motions for me to continue.  I turn 

back to my power point slide and continue.  Mark walks up behind me, puts his 

hands around me and cups my breasts.  He moves to unbutton my suit jacket and 

removes it.  He then removes my blouse.  He leaves my bra on but pulls it down to 

free my firm medium sized breasts.  He swings around in front of me, takes one of 

my  breasts in his mouth and roughly sucks my nipple.  I glance down at him and 

catch him looking up at me.  I flash him a smile as I continue presenting my data 

to the eight people in the room.  Mark then reaches a hand down and grabs the hem 

of my skirt.  He tries to pull it up but since it's still zipped and is somewhat 

form fitting I have to wiggle my ass a little to help him.  When my skirt is up 

around my waist he slips his fingers into my panties and drags them down my legs.  

I step out of them as I stretch to point to a specific sampling group on the slide 

that I am discussing.  Mark picks up my panties and places them on the conference 

table.  I notice Rob, from Finance, reach for them.  I suspect that I will never 

see those panties again.  Mark licks a finger and starts to finger fuck me.  First 

slowly, then adds more fingers and  speeds up his pace.  My breathing quickens a 

bit, but I don't skip a beat with my presentation.  Then Mark moves his hand from 

my pussy to my mouth and offers me his thumb.  I smile and offer my apologies to 

the group.  I start to suck Mark's thumb, but he pulls it out and whispers to me 

"wet."  I spit and slobber all over his thumb until it is very wet.  He pulls his 

thumb out of my mouth and moves it down behind me between my legs.  I re-start my 

presentation as he wriggles three fingers all the way up my pussy and inserts his 

thumb in my ass.  I wince a little but continue in the most professional manner 

possible as Mark simultaneously finger fucks my pussy and asshole.

Mark finger fucks me like this for several minutes, occasionally moving his hand 

up to my mouth to re-wet his thumb until I finish the final slide in my 

presentation.  As I  bend to put the remote control onto the table Mark puts a hand 

on my back and gently bends me over until my tits are mashed against the table.  I 

feel his hard cock slowly rubbing against my pussy as Mark takes me from behind.  

I raise my head from the table and inform the group that I've finished my 

presentation and would be happy to field any questions.  I notice that Joseph has 

backed his chair away from the table and is running his hands through Jen's hair 

as he slides he hard cock in and out of her mouth.  She pulls her head off of 

Joseph's cock, looks up at him and says "excuse me for a moment."  She turns to me 

and compliments the detail of presentation.  She asks me to explain the baseline 

data that was used in forming my demographic assumptions.  She then places he 

mouth back on Joseph's cock and takes him all the way down to the base of his  

cock, gagging a little as she does it.  I expected that someone might ask this 

question so I answer as best I can with Mark plowing into my pussy.  The cadence 

of my answer matches the rhythm of Mark's penetration.  "Sure... Jen... uh... 

The.. baseline... uh... data... oh!... was... culled... from... uh..."  I continue 

answering the question as I get closer to orgasm.  My head starts to swim a 

little, but I focus and am able to provide a concise answer while my pussy is 

being pummeled.  

I notice that Joseph's eyes are focused on me as he continues to get head from his 

team leader.  His eyes look a bit glazed as he says to me "You are one hot piece 

of ass Laura, why don't you come to my apartment later tonight and spread those 

legs for me and my room-mates."  A hush falls over the room.  My eyes widen with 

shock.  "Excuse me  Joseph; I'm not some kind of whore!!  I'm not on call to 

service you and your friends!  Jen, what's with this intern?!?"  Jen takes her 

mouth off of Joseph's cock and looks up at him sternly.  "Joseph!  That was most 

inappropriate!  This is a place of business!  You will treat your co-workers with 

respect."  As Jen chides Joseph her hand moves quickly up and down his cock.  She 

stops mid-sentence to spit on his cock and continues to yell at him.  Soon she 

feels his cock is ready to blow, so she stops scolding him and moves her mouth 

down to take his cum in her mouth.  His cum shoots so hard that it hits the back 

of her throat and causes her to gag a little.  When she does, his cock flops out 

of her mouth and some of the cum lands on her face.  She quickly moves his cock 

back into her mouth and sucks him til he's done coming.   She then pulls his dick 

from her mouth, stands up over him and continues admonishing him for is comment as 

she wipes the blobs of cum from her face and move them onto her tongue.  

She sternly tells him that everyone knows that men are relentless testosterone 

machines and that this means that at any given time they are likely having some 

kind of sexual thoughts about the women around them.  In the interest of moving 

forward with a productive civilization, society long ago deemed that men would be 

allowed to act on any sexual thought they have in the moment they have it.  Women 

must be available without question to satisfy even the smallest fantasies of the 

men around them while continuing to maintain the continuity of their day.  If they 

have jobs, they are expected to perform them as well or better than the men around 

them.  The challenge for women is to manage  their responsibilities to work and 

society.  The challenge for men is to be respectful of women and allow them to 

perform their duty to men within the context of their day.  This does not mean 

propositioning for lurid sexual encounters like 'come over later and gangbang my 

friends!'  She warns him that his internship is in jeopardy and he needs to get 

his act together or he'll be out on his ass. She then excuses him from the room.

The whole time that Jen is dressing down Joseph, Mark continues to slam his cock 

into me.  As his balls slap against my pussy I can tell that he's about ready to 

come.  He quickly pulls out of me, turns me around and lowers me to my knees.  

Just as he starts to shoot his load onto my face Jen turns to me "Laura, I'm 

terribly sorry for what just occurred.  Obviously nobody here thinks you're a 

whore.  You are one of our  most valued employees and a highly respected member of 

this team."  Meanwhile Mark has practically covered my face with his goo.  He 

reaches to the table and picks up the pen that I was awarded last quarter for 

contributions to the successful IBL Computer campaign.  He unscrews the back of 

the pen to reveal a small rubber squeegee.  As Jen continues to tell me that she 

is offended by Joseph's comment and that no woman on her team will be disrespected 

and thought a whore, Mark uses the squeegee to move the cum that's spread all over 

my face into my mouth.  It works very well, and it should since that's the very 

purpose it was designed for.  When he's done, I swallow all of his cum and turn to 

Jen.  "I appreciate your kind words, I'll let you decide if you think he can get 

his head right or if you think he should be let go."  Mark then puts his cock on  

my lips indicating that he would like me to clean him up.  I do so as Jen tell me 

that whatever is decided she can expect an apology from Joseph.  She then 

compliments me on my presentation and leaves.  Mark catches up with her telling 

her he has some questions for her about a new account.  

The remaining meeting attendees stay in the room.  I fix my blouse and walk to the 

cabinet in the back of the conference room.  I get a small douche bottle, a bowl a 

bar of soap, a bottle of water and a hand towel.  I go back to the front of the 

room, put my right foot on a chair. I hold the bowl under my pussy and insert the 

hose of the douche bottle.  I squeeze the bottle, careful to catch everything that 

comes out in the bowl.  I repeat this a few times, then I wet the soap with the 

water and lather up my pussy and ass.  I rinse them and dry myself  off.  I scan 

the table for my panties.  As I predicted, I don't see them.  I pull my skirt down 

over my bare pussy and fix myself in the mirror.  When the meeting attendees see 

that I'm finished they file out of the room.  I take my cleaning supplies to the 

break room, place them in the marked receptacles and head back to my cubicle.  

       
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