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From: "J'onn J'onzz" <mstrhole@gmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} David Donaldson Chronicles Chapter 9: Cognitive Dissonance, MF, Introspection
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PLEASE POST

I wrote this while going through a period of rather profound ennui.  This
may not be to everyone's taste.  Not a whole lot of sex, and what sex this
chapter contains is animalistic, to say the least. I took quite a bit of
heat on Literotica for this chapter, I can tell you that much.  Some of my
fans over there got down right shirty with me.

Since I don't have access to the ".d" group (despite numerous requests to
my Usenet provider, and an equal number of promises to add the group), I
may never know what anyone who reads it here thinks of it.  Oh well.

Caveat Emptor and all that.

*...all ideologies are totalitarian. *--* Raoul Vaneigem*
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David Donaldson Chronicles Chapter 9: Cognitive Dissonance M/F,
introspection, Some Sex

   David Donaldson considered himself the most fortunate of men in all ways
but one.  He had lots of money, a very lucrative consulting business, a
sexy assistant whom he was pretty sure he could have as a lover anytime he
wanted, and a piece of techno-magic that gave him virtually god-like powers
not only over people but even the physical universe in his vicinity.  He
was good looking, athletic, and well hung.  His natural ebullience,
volubility, and charm made him the life of any party and a threat to bed
pretty much any woman he happened to fancy, or so he thought - he hadn't
attempted to bed EVERY woman he fancied.

   So you might have been surprised to see him sitting at his desk one
morning looking rather glum.  He was surprised.  This state of affairs was
not normal.  Earlier in his life he'd been afflicted with dysthymia, a form
of chronic depression, but with the help of the MasterPC he banished that
problem for good...  Or so he thought.

   What he hadn't counted on was meeting his soul mate after a long and
stable marriage.  Kathleen O'Brien had walked into his office and pointed a
gun at him.  It was love at first sight.  What happened later that day (and
night) was a tryst for the history books.  David and Kathleen had fallen in
love and it was more than physical attraction.  But, David was a married
man with no intention of leaving his wife.  Given his propensity for
breaking his marital vows one has to wonder that he would find it so
difficult to just walk away.  The answer in this case is "it's
complicated."

   What we have here are two conflicting sets of facts.  On the one hand
David is not a total cad.  He does, in fact, feel a great deal of affection
toward his wife.  They produced two wonderful children who grew up to be
responsible adults and assets to their community.  On the other hand, he
knew that his wife was NOT the love of his life.  David knew this because
he had a very clear memory of when he was 20 years old and dating the woman
he later married.  She made him feel comfortable.  She made him fried
chicken (and it was great) and chocolate cake.  She was a good kisser. 
David, at that point, hadn't had much success with women.  This one paid
attention to him and thought he was funny.  She, as I said, made him
comfortable.

   One night he happened to be thinking out loud (something he later
learned never to do in his wife's presence) and he muttered something about
spending the rest of his life like this.  "Like this" at the time was
freshly fed on the aforementioned fried chicken lying on the couch with his
head in her lap.  She took this for a marriage proposal.  He was too
embarrassed to say it wasn't.  Ten months later they were married.  And
they'd stayed that way.

   Fast forward 36 years.  The kids were grown and gone - not far but not
in the house - and it was just the two of them.  Losing weight and getting
into shape had improved their sex life but that wasn't really what it was
about any more.  Once he laid eyes on Kathleen he knew that life, as he had
known it, was over.  He'd been struck by lightning, to borrow a metaphor
from Mario Puzo.  Kathleen was on his mind all the time.  She was the
reason he hadn't seduced his new assistant even though she gave every
indication that she was perfectly willing to be seduced.  In fact he'd been
getting a vibe from her suggesting that if he didn't act soon she'd be a
little put out.  Her clothing choices had been getting more and more
daring. He suspected that she no longer wore a bra or panties to the
office. B.K.  (before Kathleen) he would have just called her into his
private office, thrown her onto his leather sofa, and fucked her brains
out. Julia was (nonverbally) begging for it.  David was the first man in
quite a while that she hadn't been able to bed once she'd decided it was
going to happen.

   Since David had met Kathleen they'd been in frequent (and heated)
communication.  He felt like a schoolboy with his first crush.  She acted
the same.  Whenever he travelled to Madison she joined him in his hotel
room or at her house for another round of mind blowing sex.  But it was
more than that.  She understood him.  They had interests in common.  They
read the same books (not all the same books, but enough).  She shared his
passion for old film noir and the collected works of J.R.R.Tolkein.  She
liked gin.  She was his intellectual equal.  She was perfect.  And, yet, he
could not just walk away from his wife and family.

   This situation pretty much covers the definition of dilemma.  Kathleen
understood his angst but her patience was limited.  In his darkest moments,
David fantasized firing up the MasterPC and giving his family and the
entire community the belief that he'd died in a plane crash in Brazil. 
THAT disgusted him.  He didn't e-mail or call Kathleen for an entire week
after having that thought.  He considered getting some counseling.  His
on-line friends thought he was nuts - the men anyway; the women had a
slightly different take.

   So, here he was at his desk early one morning (he'd come in early but
when he got to work he didn't remember why) looking thoroughly down in the
dumps when Julia, his assistant walked in.  She was wearing a micro-mini
skirt (and believe me no other woman her age could have made it look that
good) of black leather.  She had a cream colored blouse with lots of
ruffles and a leather vest that matched the skirt.  Her hose were sheer and
black.  She was wearing high heeled pumps.  Her hair and makeup were
immaculate.  Her perfume was seductive yet subtle.  Her smile said "I'm
going to fuck you today whether you like it or not."

   "Why so glum, boss?  Someone shoot your dog?"

   "Hmmm?  Oh, hi Julia," he said noticing her for the first time and then
doing a double take.

   Julia walked into David's private office and closed the door behind her.
Then she walked over to where he was sitting and grabbed his chair, turning
it so that he faced her.  He inhaled her perfume and something else...ah,
yes, a woman in heat.  His cock responded even if his heart wasn't in it.
The cock wants what it wants.

   Julia climbed onto his lap, straddling him with her knees on either side
of his thighs.  It was a fairly substantial leather executive chair (David
liked his creature comforts) so there was plenty of room.  At that point
David made his first big discovery of the day - Julia really had gone
commando.  Her stockings stopped high on her thighs and from then on it was
skin all the way to the bottom of her blouse.  Discovery number two was the
Brazilian wax job on Julia's cookie.

   She was looking at him eye to eye.  "I think someone needs to be cheered
up and old Julia knows just what to do," she said, grinning.  "There's a
rumor going around that you have some rather significant equipment in your
pants, David, and I'm just wondering why I haven't gotten to sample it yet.
Don't you think I'm sexy?"

   "Julia, if you were any sexier you'd be illegal," David managed to
croak.

   Julia reached down and put her hand on the bulge in his Palm Beach
gabardines.  "Oh, my goodness.  Is that a telephone pole in your pants or
are you happy to see me?"

   "I'm always happy to see you, Julia," David said, evenly.

   "Well, I think you need to see more of me," Julia said, jumping off his
chair and standing in front of him.  She never took her eyes off of his as
she began unbuttoning her blouse.  When she had shrugged it from her
shoulders along with the vest he got a good look at her magnificent tits
for the first time.  He was sure they were manufactured tits, but whatever
doctor had done it was the Michael-freakin-angelo of plastic surgeons. 
They were big.  They were round.  Each was topped with a deep reddish brown
nipple centered in a perfectly formed areola of the same color.  The
nipples were standing at attention, stiffly erect.  Everything about them
was perfect.  They were like the old Lucky Strike cigarettes - "so round,
so firm, so fully packed."

   She turned around and started wriggling out of her skirt, revealing more
and more of her wonderfully heart shaped ass as the scrap of leather worked
its way down her hips and onto the floor.  She looked back at him from over
her shoulder, her hands on her hips, and smiled.  Then she turned to face
him clad only in her stockings and high heels.  She was a walking wet
dream. She was a porn star.  She was in his private office and the door was
closed and locked.  She left David no choice.  Actually, David's cock,
which was in charge at the moment, ignored any "choices" which his brain
might have wanted to make.

   David stood up and stepped to her.  He swept her into his arms and
kissed her.  That's actually understating it by quite a bit.  He possessed
her mouth with his.  He took her breath away.  He surprised her with his
passion and the fierce quality of his expression.  Julia started removing
his tie and shirt.  He helped.  In moments he was naked.  She stared at his
cock, rampant, throbbing; the head an angry red color.  It was a fearsome
looking weapon and it made her pussy drool.  Julia's body shuddered with
anticipation.  Her late husband had been hung like a horse and she'd gotten
used to a big dick.  It had been a while since she'd seen one in the flesh.

   "hmmmm...." She said.  "I think I know where THAT goes."

   "I'll bet I know where it goes too," David said taking her in his arms
again, pressing his hard cock into her belly enjoying the feeling of her
tits crushed against his chest.  In her heels she was almost as tall as he
was.  This made for better kissing angles.  He kissed her again hard and
fiercely then spun her around and pushed her over the edge of his desk. 
She squealed in delight and thrust her ass out toward him spreading her
legs as she did so.  Her pussy, framed by those beautiful legs and her
awesome ass, was winking and drooling its invitation to his cock.

   "Fuck me," she snarled her voice distorted by lust, "put that big cock
right up my wet, hot, cunt you bastard!  You've made me wait for it and now
you're gonna give it to me!"

   David said nothing.  He fisted his equipment and aimed it at the target.
He spit on his hand and covered the head of his cock with saliva.  With a
mighty shove he drove it home in one go, knocking Julia's breath out.  When
she got her breath back, she screamed and David once again blessed his
foresight in having extra sound proofing put into his suite of offices.

   David immediately began methodically fucking Julia's well prepared quim.
He wasn't using super speed or anything like that but his rhythm was steady
and vigorous and Julia had nothing to complain about in his pace or the
force of his thrusts.  His heavy ball sack was swinging up and slapping the
top of Julia's slit spanking her clit and giving her jolts of pleasure on
every stroke.  About two minutes in she started her first orgasm - this
surprised her because she hadn't cum that fast with a man (and only a few
women) in her life.  Then David started spanking her first on the left
cheek and then on the right.  The sound of his palm striking her tender ass
flesh was loud in the room as were Julia's yelps of pain and pleasure.

   "Oh my god...you're making me cum...you...are...making...me...cum!"

   These were Julia's last coherent words for some time.  For his part,
David was enjoying the warm wet confines of Julia's pussy but his heart
wasn't in it.  The only woman he really wanted to fuck these days was
Kathleen and, come to think of it, he didn't want to fuck her as much as he
wanted to make love to her.  She'd told him the same thing the last time
they'd spoken on the phone.  David's dick, however, suffered from none of
his moral ambivalence and was enjoying its intimate contact with Julia's
complimentary parts.

   David had a hold of Julia's hips and he was using his grip to pull her
harder and harder onto his cock making her grunt with each stroke.  He was
pummeling her now, pounding her pussy into mush, forcing orgasm after
orgasm on her as she screamed her pleasure and lust to the otherwise quiet
room.  Sensing that she was nearing the end of her endurance, and noting
that the clock on his desk indicated that they'd been fucking for twenty
minutes, David released his mental orgasm control and ejaculated a copious
amount of his precious bodily fluids into Julia's now very well fucked
pussy.

   When he had finished he pulled out and sat down on his office chair,
noting that it wasn't much fun to sit on leather with a sweaty ass.  Julia
stayed where she was, sprawled out face down over his desk, her legs
spread, pussy gaping, leaking a steady stream of his white, creamy, seminal
fluid.  Her pussy lips were an angry red color and very swollen, as was her
clitoral hood.  Her ass was bright pink where he'd slapped it - he hadn't
slapped her all that hard.  Her chest was heaving as she fought to catch
her breath.

   "What did you do to me," she whispered, gasping.

   "Julia, that's called fucking.  We can do that pretty much any time you
like provided there are no customers waiting in the outer office and we
aren't expecting anyone to drop by," David said in a very matter of fact
way; the sort of voice you might use to order a cup of chili at Wendy's.

   Julia finally stood up, collected her clothing, and staggered into the
bathroom.  David had spent a lot of money on the office and it was equipped
with a nice big bathroom including a shower stall (big enough for two
people) and a bidet.  He heard water running as Julia cleaned up then a few
moments of silence before she walked out still looking a little woozy from
her recent bout of desk-top-mambo.

   "Did you do this with your last assistant?"

   "Julia I don't usually kiss and tell, but if you must know, no we
didn't. We usually used the sofa," David said, indicating the leather sofa
against the far wall of his office, "and usually I fucked her ass for
afters."

   "Next time, let's try that."

   "I like the way you think."

   "David, let's get something straight.  I like you.  I like my job.  I
like sex.  I'm not looking to fall in love.  You don't need to worry about
me asking you for any emotional commitments.  I've had enough of that to
last a lifetime.  You're very attractive and I like men with big cocks.  I
don't' want to date you or have you take me out to dinner or buy me
flowers. I just want to fuck you once in a while.  Is that OK?"

   "Perfect.  If you dress like that very often you can expect to get all
the fucking you can handle."

   "I'll keep it in mind."

   "Perhaps you can go with me on my next road trip and we can spend a
little more time getting to know each other," David said, smiling, his
melancholy mood having lifted for the moment.  Julia knew, with her woman's
intuition, that something was bothering her boss and she would not rest
until she knew what it was.

   David knew what was bothering him but his tryst with Julia hadn't
brought him any closer to a solution.  On the other hand, his cock felt
pretty good about the way the day had gone so far and it wasn't even ten
thirty yet.  Julia went out to her desk to get some work done.  David
looked at his computer screen and sighed.  He went into the bathroom and
cleaned up, then put his clothes back on and started looking for more
customers in his state's Capitol...  

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