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Subject: Title story: "More Smut" Author: Dave Weingart 83478960
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Date: Sat, 19 Aug 2006 08:36:11 +0000
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More Smut
Every now and again, you just gotta switch jobs or you go nuts. That happens
to me every 2 years or so. My last job used to be with a defense firm here on
Long Island (New York). No names, but if you've been following the economic
news of the Northeast USA, the place figures prominently when they discuss
companies that are going under. Anyway, a few days before I left, I was
talking to Irene in the elevator. Now, Irene is what would be defined as a
really "hot" woman. She's a little shorter than I am...say about 5'6", but she
always wears these really tall heels, so she tends towards eye level on a
practical basis. She's a fairly dark-complexioned young woman, of Latin
American descent, just about 26, and _really_ well put-together. Her tits
range from large to huge, depending on your definition, and her ass is, as
they say in Brooklyn, to die for. She's got long, dark curly hair, and a pair
of lips that just _beg_ to have a stiff prick slipped between them (later,
later...don't get your keyboard all messy just yet!).
She had heard that I was leaving and asked, in a tone of mock upset, "But who's
going to draw my poster when _I_ leave?" (One of my unofficial duties was to
draw all the posters for going away luncheons I volunteered to do it after I got
sick of all the PC-generated cutesy _garbage_. At least when I did them, they
were insulting and vaguely original.)
Anyway, Irene sighed heavily and the thin, white fabric of her shirt strained
against her mountainous tits. I leered openly down her blouse and said,
"Hey...we'll keep in touch." As I said that, I reached up to her tits and
squeezed gently. She giggled and told me to meet her at her desk after work for
my "going away present." Now, since Irene and I occasionally met at her desk
after work for similar activities (I may even tell you about them some day), I
knew what to expect. Or so I thought!
Promptly at 4:45, I was at her desk. Irene's desk is off in a cubicle in a
little cul-de-sac in the Finance department. She was finishing up some work, so
I sat on the edge of her desk and chatted a bit. I also made it a point of
checking out her tits. She had the top 2 buttons of her shirt opened, so I had a
fairly clear view -- nothing spectacular, but bras have al- ways fascinated me,
ever since...but that's _another_ story. :{)
Anyway, when Irene was done with what she was doing, she looked up at me and
smiled and started to rub my crotch. My prick swelled up under her prac- ticed
touch. Irene licked her full, red lips and slowly started to unbutton her
blouse. Beneath it, she had a front-closing white bra with lace trim. She
unsnapped this, letting her breasts spring out freely. Her nipples were dark,
but not too large, and they were already stiff even before I reached down to
play with them.
As I twirled her nipples between my fingers, Irene opened up my fly and pulled
out my erect cock. She gently kissed the head and then ran her tongue up along
the shaft. She licked and sucked slowly on my dick, using only her mouth. I
pushed my hips forwards, trying to get my cock into her face. But she kept it
outside, kissing and slurping up and down the whole length.
Irene lifted up her skirt, pulled off her panties and started to play with her
snatch as she sucked on my pole. Soon, the tangy smell of her ex- cited cunt
filled the air, getting me hotter and harder. She rubbed both her hands into her
snatch, coating them with her sweet cream. Then, she stopped sucking on my cock
and rubbed her hands over it, covering it thickly with her pussy juices.
She jerked me off with both hands, using her pussy juice as a lubricant. Her
fist rubbed up and down the shaft of my cock, squeezing and massaging the head.
Every now and again, one hand would descend to her twat and come back with
another load of her sweet cream to rub on my prick.
I started thrusting my dick into her hands. I could feel a massive flood of
sperm gathering in ...
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