[exer] [2000-11-19] Exercise Benefits [FMF, mc]
Exercise Benefits, by Rajah Dodger <rdodger@hotmail.com>,
Copyright (c) 2000. All rights reserved, except that electronic
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Word Count: 6521
Written for Sweet Sugar.
Shanna was a colleague and friend of mine, a nice girl,
short and a bit on the busty side. She was also noticeably
sensitive about her weight. Truth be told, she wasn't terribly
overweight -- I thought she was an attractive handful and had
entertained thoughts of asking her out, but I didn't want to put
a strain on our work relationship. I occasionally threw her a
mildly flirtatious line, and she'd blush, and that would be the
end of it.
Then Clara came into our circle, and things became very
different.
Clara was one of those tall athletic women who exude
confidence from every pore. A brunette with striking green eyes,
she proved to have an incisive mind and became the go-to person
in our workgroup for difficult projects. It wasn't long until
she became the team leader by force of her own abilities. I
found her intimidating as hell, and Shanna also seemed put off by
her. Clara took a shine to me, however. After a few days I
decided reluctantly it wasn't from any sexual attraction but from
her recognition of the quality of my work. Within a couple of
weeks, our group was once again working as a smooth unit.
About a month and a half later, Clara ran into me at my
favorite little restaurant during our lunch break. "Ron, I've
got a little proposition for you," she began. I lifted my
eyebrows out of polite interest. "I know you're good friends
with Shanna, and I know that she's a little sensitive about her
weight. I think I can help her, but I know she's never really
warmed to me. I figured, since you seem to be her friend..."
She left the sentence unfinished, the blanks being pretty
obvious. I turned it over in my mind, but couldn't figure out
what the angle was. "Okay, Clara, I'll bite. What's your
interest in Shanna?"
Clara gave me a look that said I was smarter than that.
"Let's just say that I like my team to work well together in all
facets, and I'll be happier when I have Shanna fitting in
properly. Besides, I understand you've got some useful talents
for this project when it comes to persuasion."
Way back at one of the monthly happy hours I had let slip
that I'd spent some time studying hypnosis. Clara must have been
there, and must have been more sober than the rest of us, because
the plan she put in front of me at the restaurant sounded
completely workable. She would provide me with some specialized
women's exercise gear, and I would combine that with my talents
to convince Shanna to try it and also improve her own self-image.
I must have looked unconvinced, though, because Clara pouted at
me -- a sensual look I'd never seen her use in the office -- and
suggested that we could discuss it over dinner if I had doubts or
reservations. The look she was giving me hit me right in the
unprotected groin, and I found myself saying yes before I knew my
mouth was open.
That afternoon, after Shanna made one of her occasional
self-deprecating comments, I made an oblique reference to some
new developments I'd read about in fitness programs based on
self-image boosting. She looked interested, and I left it at
that.
I met Clara at eight at the door of her upscale apartment.
She was dressed in a slinky number you'd never see at our office
and had just the faintest breath of a fruity perfume on. I drove
us to the restaurant she had selected, an intimate Thai place
with dark booths and spicy food. Several courses later, we were
old friends and I took her back to her place for coffee. When we
got inside, she pinned me back against her door and gave me a
come-hither kiss that brooked no argument. I slid one hand down
her back, cupping her nicely responsive ass in acceptance, and we
made it by fits and starts to her bed shedding clothes all the
way. Her hands were cool and devilish around my cock, her
nipples were sweet and very responsive, and by midnight I was
lying limp (in more than one sense) on the bed while she went to
the bathroom, coming back with a washcloth to clean me up.
Before I left, she gave me an oddly weighted exercise belt, some
assorted attachments and controls, nutritional supplements, and
instructions on their use.
*****
The following week, after a few more veiled hints from my
side, Shanna approached me and asked about the fitness program
I'd mentioned. I told her that I had an evaluation set at my
place that might work for her. We discussed it and agreed that I
should bring it to her house to show her how to use it, setting a
time over the weekend.
When I got to Shanna's house, she greeted me in her workout
clothes -- a unitard of a teal color that set off her ash-blonde
hair nicely and also showed off her legs to good advantage. I
had all my things in a large gym bag, and she led me to her
workout room, a high-ceilinged affair. That surprised me, but
not after I saw the trampoline. Shanna had good equipment,
although some of it looked barely used. I opened the bag and
pulled out several things -- the exercise belt, a bottle of
liquid, a tape player, a couple of tapes, and Clara's gear.
"The belt works on a magnetic effect," I told her. "You'll
get used to the way the weight shifts after a half hour or so.
The bottle's a combination of electrolytes and boosters; I'll
hang around to make sure you're not one of the people who are
sensitive to it." I adjusted the fit of the belt around her
hips, and poured her first glass from the bottle. She sniffed it
and commented, "smells like lemonade".
She started her warmup with knee bends and jogging in place.
I was surprised watching her to find that she was mainly large-
boned; there didn't really seem to be a lot of fat on her. I did
enjoy the way her breasts bounced despite the best efforts of her
sports bra, and I wished I'd worn business slacks instead of
loose workout shorts. I turned on the tape player, then
apologized to her for the quality; there was a barely audible
garbled hiss that couldn't quite be adjusted away. It took her a
bit of time to adjust to the belt; the weights in back were
settling in at the base of her spine, and the front had a
tendency to bounce a bit below her navel. Every time I saw her
getting sweaty, I offered her the bottle to drink from.
After twenty minutes I called to her to take a break, but
she didn't seem to hear me. I turned the tape off and she
reacted as if someone had prodded her with a hot poker. She
turned on me, a wild look in her eyes, and protested, "Why did
you do that?" She was huffing and puffing, and her areolae
showed dark through the sweaty unitard. I pointed out that she
needed to rest for a bit, and handed her the bottle. She took a
long drink, and then just stood there with a glazed look on her
face.
"Shanna?" I called her name twice before her eyes came into
focus. "I think you should use the exercise bike next," I
suggested. "Okay," she said in a vague sort of manner, and
headed over to climb onto the bike. I watched as she got up to a
comfortable twenty miles an hour, then turned the knob on Clara's
control box to its lowest setting. I heard Shanna let out a loud
hiss, and her legs started pumping double time on the pedals
while she began rocking forward and back on the bicycle seat. I
remembered about this time to turn the tape player back on.
When I turned back, I was totally unprepared for the sight
that greeted me. Shanna, knuckles white on the handgrips, was
pushing fifty miles an hour on the bike readouts, hunching on the
bike seat with a maniacal intensity, grunting on each forward
thrust, breasts bouncing and testing the strength of her outfit.
I let her go like that for ten more minutes, by the end of which
she had tears of frustration dripping down her cheeks. I
signaled her to stop, and surreptitiously turned the belt control
down and off as she slowed down. When I brought her the bottle,
she drained it in one long swallow and dropped it to the carpet,
sliding off the bike and staggering against me.
I found myself supporting a busty, sweaty woman who was
quivering in every muscle. She made a mewing noise in her
throat, shook herself, and shot one hand down inside my pants to
slither against my cock and firmly grip my balls. "Shanna..." I
started, but she cut me off quickly. "Don't say anything, Ron, I
saw you watching me and I need your cock. Right now." She was
unzipping my pants even as she said this, and pulled them down
along with my briefs to let my cock pop loose. Her eyes took on
that glazed look again as she reached down and unsnapped the
crotch of her outfit, kneeling away from me and lifting her hips
in the air. "Now, dammit!"
Who was I to argue? I grabbed her hips with one hand and my
cock with the other, and found her opening already sopping wet.
There was almost no resistance as I sank in balls deep, and she
shoved her ass back at me in the same rhythm. There was nothing
planned about this; it was primal, demanding, primitive. I was
just starting to reach my edge when she screamed, dug her fingers
into the carpet, and came like crazy nearly knocking me backward.
I leaned forward into her and managed to stay inside her as I had
my own explosion, then held on until she finally quit pulsing and
shaking, by which time my legs needed a rest as well.
I slid out of her, cum dribbling down the back of her legs,
and sat down on the floor catching my breath. Shanna rolled onto
her side and stayed there quietly for several minutes, then
pulled herself to her feet. "Ron, I'm sorry... I don't know what
came over me. I've got to take a shower, then you can, um," she
blushed a lovely deep pink both above and below her disheveled
garment, "take one too."
I straightened up the workout area while she showered,
putting the belt, gear and tape player back in the bag. While I
was bent over getting things in their place, something made me
turn around and I saw Shanna in the doorway, watching me with an
enigmatic look on her face. "The shower's free, Ron, and I'll be
in the kitchen when you're ready to go." I picked up my shorts
and hiked off to get myself cleaned up.
When I left the house, Shanna gave me a very hot kiss, then
backed away almost shyly. I left with sore balls and seriously
mixed feelings.
*****
Over the next couple of weeks Shanna's self-confidence
seemed to pick up, and it slowly became obvious that she had
slimmed down a bit. Shanna and I went out a couple of times --
once to the movies, once dancing. Both were fun and neither led
to any other activities. She was friendlier and kind of flirty,
but nothing more. Once a week I'd trade out her old workout tape
for the next one. She told me she'd tried putting the tapes
through her stereo system and got the same kind of faint
background warble, so the problem must have been in the tapes
themselves. Meanwhile, I was also seeing Clara outside of our
work relationship, always at her place. She had convinced me
that I could lose a few pounds, so I was doing some aerobics with
her workout tapes -- not using the special belt, of course --
then Clara would usually join me in her big shower and we'd take
things from there before needing to use the shower for its proper
purpose.
About a month after Shanna started her exercise regimen,
Clara came into my office and said it was time for her to check
personally on Shanna's progress. I pointed out that Shanna was
obviously doing pretty well, and that she still seemed to be
intimidated by Clara, but Clara just looked at me with a
peculiarly piercing stare, and repeated herself. "It's exercise
time, Ron." I shook my head to clear a bit of dizziness, and
when Clara reminded me that she needed to check on Shanna's
regimen I agreed to arrange it.
Shanna was more amenable to the idea of having Clara see her
exercise than I'd expected, especially once I explained that some
of the specialized gear had actually come from Clara. She still
seemed nervous, more so when I told her that we'd need to meet at
Clara's house instead of Shanna's, but after all Clara was our
boss.
We met at Clara's and had a glass of wine to make the
occasion seem less formal. Shanna took her things into Clara's
bedroom to change into her workout clothes; I was already wearing
my usual light shorts and t-shirt. When Shanna came out, even
Clara gave an admiring whistle. Shanna blushed hotly, but did a
little pirouette for us anyway, making her full breasts jiggle.
She was already wearing the special exercise belt, which seemed
to be riding a bit lower on her hips than when she first started
the program.
Clara took us into her exercise room. It was well equipped
-- bike, gymnastics pads, ballet barre on one of the mirrored
walls, vaulting horse, and weight bench. I busied myself setting
up the tape player and Clara gave Shanna a glass to drink.
Shanna started on the bike (which I knew from personal
observation was her favorite routine) and quickly raised a light
sweat from her exertions. I found myself watching the pumping of
her legs, which had its own relaxing rhythm. Next thing I knew,
Clara was helping Shanna down from the bike, giving her another
glass to drink, and walking her over to the ballet barre. She
helped Shanna lift her leg to hook her foot over the barre.
Clara helped Shanna stretch her leg, tracing the line of
muscles from the upper back of the thigh down past the calf to
the foot. With each long motion Shanna's leg stretched out a
little further. Shanna's eyes were half lidded, and her
breathing was rapid and shallow. From my viewpoint, her nipples
looked to be straining mightily against the top of her outfit.
It occurred to me that I couldn't actually see where Clara's hand
was. About this time Shanna moaned, almost as if in pain, and
Clara helped get her leg down and assisted her in sliding to the
floor. I got up to go see what I could do to help, but Clara
waved me off. "We all know you're an eager beaver, Ron, but I
think Shanna would like to keep this just between us girls right
now... so..." She came across the room and reached around me,
pressing her own ample chest into my face. I felt her wrapping
something around my wrists, and when she stood back I leaned
comfortably against the wall without finding any particular
reason to complain.
Clara poured another glass and called to Shanna, "Come,
drink this." Shanna looked like she was struggling with the
idea, then managed to bring herself up to her knees and crawl
across the floor to take the proffered glass. Hot and thirsty
after her strenuous workout, she took a fast initial gulp from
the glass. She turned aside and made a face, though, as this
time the drink was much more bitter. Clara took her by the
scruff of the neck, and held Shanna in one place as she poured
the liquid into her mouth. A good deal spilled onto Shanna's
top, making the thin material practically transparent and
revealing, but the rest made it down her throat.
Shanna slumped to the floor, wiping her mouth, as Clara
turned away from her and walked hungrily toward me. She pulled
off her exercise top as she walked across the room, freeing the
full globes of her pink-tipped breasts. She sat down on my lap
and leaned forward, batting the sides of those lovely breasts
against my face. I opened my mouth to capture one of the
inviting nipples, but she pulled herself back semi-playfully.
Finally she thrust one nipple into my mouth, and I suckled on it
like a drowning man to water. As I sucked, she rocked forward
and back on my lap, capturing my cock between her legs and my
workout shorts until the head was poking out one leg. Clara
jumped up, laughing, and traced a line down the underside of my
cock with her strong nails, then went back to Shanna leaving me
with my legs spread in a state of frustration.
This time, as Clara tweaked one of Shanna's nipples to get
her attention, Shanna opened her mouth to drink without
complaint. The taste was different this time, and the young girl
eagerly finished the entire glass. Clara helped her up, and
Shanna leaned against the older woman for support. Clara
adjusted the exercise belt, attaching a thin wire from the front
piece between Shanna's legs to the back piece. That done, she
and Shanna went over to the rowing machine. Clara helped Shanna
get started, and Shanna was soon pumping like a racing sculler,
the muscles across her back rippling visibly through her unitard.
Between the usual exercise high and the effects of the cocktail
Clara gave her, Shanna was getting very hot -- in all senses.
Her breasts were swollen and her nipples poked needily against
their constraining fabric. My mouth watered, wishing I could
taste them right now.
Clara, ever helpful, sat down behind Shanna and reached
around to gently massage both breasts. Her palms knowingly
encircled the sensitive nipples, and her breath was warm in
Shanna's ear whispering soft liquid suggestions, images and
thoughts that Shanna didn't even recognize hearing. Not then...
Shanna didn't make a single objection as Clara pulled the top of
her exercise outfit down, freeing her breasts. Indeed, the young
woman relished the feeling of cool air on her sweaty chest.
Clara's knowing fingers played over the responsive flesh, making
the nipples stand out prominently pink and puffy against paler
brown areolae. Clara hefted each breast in turn as Shanna worked
the rowing oars, whimpering but not objecting. "Thirsty?" The
inquiry brought a nod of assent from the panting girl, and Clara
fetched her another bottle, then stroked her back as she slowed
down and stopped her rowing.
When the next drink was downed, Clara assisted Shanna up and
over to the weight bench, guiding her to lie down on it.
Shanna's breasts slid to lie on either side of her chest. Clara
shucked off the rest of her outfit, exposing her bare vagina with
dark red flared lips glistening. She straddled Shanna's face,
her ass winking at me, and used the weight bench arms to support
herself. "Lick me well, my little pussy cat, and drink your
reward!" Clara lowered herself down, and I watched my co-
worker's hair dangle and brush from side to side with the
energetic movements of her head.
After a bit, Clara's body shuddered and she ground herself
hard onto Shanna's face. I could hear muffled mewing sounds
coming from Shanna, and the eroticism of this sight was really
getting to me. I started rocking from side to side, trying to at
least get some stimulation from rubbing against the inside of my
shorts.
Clara got up leaving Shanna sprawled supine on the bench,
her face damp and glistening. She went across the room and came
back with another glass and a slightly curved vibrator.
Supporting Shanna's back, she worked the girl up to a sitting
position and poured the drink into her, some of it splashing
stickily across her outthrust breasts. Dazed, Shanna followed
Clara's lead and sat down against the wall with her legs spread
wide. Taking advantage of the opening, Clara flicked the
vibrator to a low setting and drew it down between Shanna's
swollen labia. "Oohhhhh..." came from Shanna's throat as the
older woman maneuvered the device knowingly up and down until
even in her half-drugged state Shanna was opening her legs wider
from need.
At that point the older woman teasingly pulled the device
back, bringing a moan of loss from Shanna. Between the vibrator,
the exercise belt and the effects of the drinks, Shanna was
quivering with unreleased desire, her total focus on the
wonderful feelings going through her body. Clara smiled and came
back over to me, nudging my tumescent cock with her foot and
bringing it to life. She leaned over me, her breasts brushing
against my chest hair, and whispered in my ear, "You want a piece
of that, don't you? Well, I'll give you a little treat, but
you'll remember this -- she's my playtoy, and I decide when she
gets to play!"
She held her hand under my chin and I followed her up and
over to the wall where Shanna was sitting, her legs still splayed
with need. Clara rolled her over and urged her into a kneeling
position, her ass sticking into the air, nipples rubbing against
the carpet of the floor. I heard Carla's voice, as if from a
distance, "Kiss her, Ron, right where she's winking at you." I
found myself also on hands and knees, and leaned forward to bury
my face between the soft resilient cheeks of Shanna's bottom, my
tongue flicking out to swipe lewdly across her flared rosebud. I
felt as much as heard her response, since she pressed herself
back against my face and wiggled against my tongue. Clara was
saying something, but my ears couldn't quite make it out.
Something else was odd. Every time I stuck my tongue out, I felt
an answering caress moving up my ass and out my cock, making it
throb in sync. I lapped away, enjoying the sensation, not even
minding as I realized that Clara must have been fucking me from
behind.
"Use your fingers, Ron," I heard suddenly, and moved my hand
around to find Shanna's wide-open pussy. I traced her slippery
folds as she moved against my face with more and more energy.
Finally, Clara spoke again. "Shanna, you may come on the count
of three. One... Two... Three!" The last vowel was barely out
of her mouth before Shanna was cumming, thrusting back against
me, keening like a lost soul, one hand swiping mine out of the
way as she found her own most sensitive spots and flogged them
unmercifully.
Clara pulled me roughly away from Shanna then, rolling me
onto my back. My cock was throbbing with need, and there was an
unfamiliar full sensation in my own ass, but I couldn't do
anything other than watch as Clara turned a knob on the device in
her hand and elicited another loud groan from Shanna. Clara
tapped the girl on the shoulder and Shanna lifted her head to
find another glass of liquid awaiting her. Shanna took the drink
thirstily, and looked down with eyes suddenly hungry and feral at
me. "Yes, that does look good to you, doesn't it?" Clara said to
her. Shanna's belt was visibly vibrating, and Clara seemed to be
doing something with her hand behind Shanna's back. "Lick it,"
Clara suggested, and Shanna hesitated barely a moment before
sinking back down to her knees and approaching me, her mouth
parted. My own musk was heady in my coworker's nostrils as she
took me, enfolding my cock and massaging it with her tongue. I
wanted to cum, but I couldn't find the trigger. "You like that,
my little one? You'll like mine a lot better," I heard.
Clara appeared behind Shanna, a large strap-on waving in
front of her. I could see it, but Shanna couldn't. It was
thick, dark, and mean-looking. There were real-looking balls
hanging beneath it. If Shanna hadn't been trying to deep-throat
me, I would have shriveled in embarrassment at the comparison. I
could tell when Clara teased Shanna between the legs with it; her
mouth went a little bit crazy on my cock. "Look, Shanna..."
Shanna lifted her head from my crotch, leaving my cock dripping
with her saliva and eliciting a loud groan of frustration from
me, and looked up at the strap-on. "Are you thirsty, dear?" The
belt around Shanna's waist hummed a bit stronger. Shanna
replied, her eyes focused on Clara's artificial cock,
"Yes....very thirsty.....please please give me more to drink!"
"Open your lips," and Shanna did as Clara fed her the thick
phallus, already slick from Shanna's own juices. "You like the
taste, don't you dear?" Shanna pleaded in response, her words
muffled around the shaft, "yes...it's wonderful. May I have
more...lots more!" Clara moved her hips in and out, stepping
back to make Shanna follow until her breasts were dangling down
along either side of my cock, her nipples brushing through my
pubic hair. Shanna worked her mouth hard, her swollen nipples
batting against my throbbing cock. I couldn't help begging,
"Please, Clara, please..." She told me to go ahead, and I
gratefully grabbed Shanna's breasts and clasped them around my
cock. Between her sweat and my pre-cum, it was almost as slick
and warm as being inside her.
Clara was panting audibly, sawing the phallus between
Shanna's lips, and said "Be a good girl, Shanna, don't spill
any!" Shanna mumbled something that might have been "Any what?"
before Clara reached down and squeezed the balls dangling from
her strap-on. Thick musky liquid came out into Shanna's mouth,
and obediently she swallowed and then swallowed again, so much
was coming. It tasted something like the contents of her last
bottle, albeit thicker. The way Shanna was moving around above
me gave the last bit of stimulation my cock could take, and I
came myself, my cum shooting up between her breasts and dripping
down over my hands, cock and balls.
Clara squeezed a second time, then again. "MMMffff,
mffff..." Shanna's words were incoherent as Clara kept the
phallus moving and Shanna tried desperately to suck it clean,
finally reduced to licking every inch of it, even to the real-
looking and now slack balls dangling between Clara's legs. Clara
spoke in my direction, "Hands down, Ron!" My arms fell to my
sides, and I watched as Shanna kneeled above me with her eyes
still focused on Clara's strap-on. "Stand up, Shanna!" Clara
ordered. Shanna got clumsily to her feet, straddling me, her
engorged pussy lips drawing my eyes upward. Clara reached out
and plucked at the younger girl's nipples until they were
standing out firm and needful, then turned away only to come back
with two small jeweled nipple clamps. With great delicacy she
tugged on each nipple in turn, pulling it out and fastening the
little device to it. Shanna's eyes glazed over and she swayed
unsteadily at the sensation, until Clara had to grab her arm to
give her balance. "You look so delicious," Clara murmured
throatily, "I think I'm going to call you my little Cupcake. Can
you say that? Say Cupcake."
Shanna said, softly, "... cupcake ...".
"Good girl," Clara smiled, and bent down to lick Shanna's
breasts, running the flat of her tongue up and over each swollen
nipple. Shanna staggered again, but Clara had her firmly in her
grasp. "That's right, you like that name. That's your special
name, just for you and me. Whenever you hear me call you
Cupcake, you'll remember this feeling..." Clara twisted a knob
and the belt came fully alive, vibrating both front and rear
until Shanna felt as if a massive vibrator was impaled through
her middle. Clara flipped the knob the other direction, and
continued as if nothing had happened, "and you'll be ready to see
me, in fact you'll be anxious to see me because you know that
only I can give you the feelings that you need. What's your
special name?"
"Cupcake," Shanna moaned. Clara twisted the knob. "I
didn't hear you -- what is your name?"
"Cupcake!" Shanna panted, her hands moving unconsciously to
her nipples and twisting them, adding further fuel to the fire
burning inside her.
"Then come, cupcake, come for your sweet Clara!" With that
Clara turned the belt completely off, but Shanna was too far gone
to notice. She fell to her knees, then rolled onto her back and
lay splay-legged on the floor, her head between my feet, one hand
on her breasts and the other between her legs, grunting and
heaving her hips, intense animal noises coming from her throat.
Clara looked at the out-of-control girl on the floor, and an
evil smile crossed her face. She squatted down by my head and
whispered something I couldn't quite recognize into my ear, then
moved to Shanna and did the same thing. Then she removed the
clamps from Shanna's nipples, walked over to the wall to flip an
unobtrusive switch, and left the room.
A little bit later, as Shanna's whimpering and frenzied
finger-lashing slowed down, I managed to find the energy to pull
my self up and crawl over to Shanna's outstretched legs. She
lifted her hand out of my way, and grabbed my hair as I kissed
and licked her to another wrenching orgasm, then gave her a
tongue bath to clean her up -- sweat, cum and all -- from her
breasts to her feet.
I got up quietly, absently removing a couple of stray hairs
from my tongue, shook my head to clear it and looked around for
my clothes. Behind me, Shanna was doing the same. There was no
sign of Clara as we both silently got dressed and let ourselves
out of her house, bound for our respective homes and dreams.
As the front door of Clara's house closed, a tiny light in
the exercise room went out and a soft "click" could be heard.
*****
The next day at the office, I noticed that Shanna was
wearing a tighter blouse than usual; it was a light shade of
peach, and practically translucent -- I could almost make out the
darkened shapes of her nipples through it. The previous night's
events had faded from my mind; I must have used Clara's equipment
more than I intended because my body felt so sore. Shanna
wouldn't meet my eyes for some reason.
Clara called Shanna into her office, and closed the door
behind them. I went about the usual paperwork and handled an
assortment of customer calls. After fifteen or twenty minutes,
Clara buzzed me on the intercom to bring them some coffee. I got
two mugs, grumbling about it not being in my job description.
When I took the drinks into Clara's office, Clara was at her desk
and Shanna was sitting on the floor by the filing cabinet
rummaging through the lowest drawer. I handed each their drinks,
Shanna reaching up for hers without getting up from the floor.
She looks harried; her face was flushed and she was rocking back
and forth, worrying her lower lip. I got a good look down the
front of her blouse; her nipples seemed to be standing out even
more then when she came into the office.
As I headed to the door, Clara called towards me. "Oh Ron,"
she said, catching my eyes firmly when I turned to face her,
"you'll make sure we're undisturbed, and then come in without
knocking in exactly fifteen minutes, right?" I stared at her
blankly, then mumbles, "undisturbed... fifteen minutes... right,"
before shaking the fuzziness out of my head and closing the door
behind me.
Behind the closed door, Clara purred. "Better put that cup
down before you spill it, Cupcake, then you can come over here."
Shanna set the cup down on the floor, then got up on shaky legs
to walk gingerly back to Clara's desk. She stood by the desk as
Clara ran her hand around the curves of the young girl's ass
through her skirt. "We don't need this any more," she commented,
and lowered the zipper to let Shanna's skirt drop to the floor.
Then her hand slid up along the inside of Shanna's legs, coming
to rest on the exposed end of the plug filling the girl's bottom.
There were no panties to block her access; they had long since
been stored in one of Clara's desk drawers. Clara wiggled the
plug, and Shanna moaned softly. "Did my little Cupcake enjoy
that? Did she like fucking her little bottom while her friend
was handing her coffee? Would she like more of that?" All
during the questioning, Clara's fingers moved the plug around, in
and out in tiny motions keeping Shanna in a state of distraction.
Shanna finally gasped, "Ohhh, yes Miss Clara, your Cupcake
did enjoy it!"
Clara moved the plug in and out with a bit more force now,
slower, deliberately. "You didn't finish answering the question,
Cupcake. Do you want more of that?"
Shanna grabbed the edge of Clara's desk, bending slightly
and pushing her bottom back toward her teasing boss. "Oh yes
please, Miss Clara, I'm so hot, please fuck my bottom!" A look
of single-minded delight comes across Clara's face, as she
continued to move the plug in and out. "But not with Stubby
here, no, Cupcake? You really want your Miss Clara's cock inside
you, don't you?"
Shanna, writhing close to a delicious orgasm, didn't really
care. But she heard the soothing voice of Miss Clara say so, and
Shanna knew now that Miss Clara knows best. She stuttered, "Yes
Miss Clara, please fuck me with your cock!" Clara grinned and
said, "Just the answer I like to hear from my little Cupcake.
Don't touch yourself just yet, dear." At that Clara jerked the
plug out of Shanna's bottom in one quick motion. Shanna groaned
and bent over double, her chest and face landing on Clara's desk
papers as her bottom writhed in loss. She split her legs wider
without even thinking about it, and her toes curled painfully
inside her shoes.
Clara meanwhile rose from her seat, removed her wraparound
skirt, and pulled the strap-on out of her bag. She slid into it,
making sure the raised bump settled over her clit, and squeezed
the contents of a small tube onto the shaft, spreading the
slickness around with one hand. Preparations finished, Clara
moved around to the side of her desk, fascinated with the way the
globes of Shanna's ass jiggled, delighting in the way the girl
whimpered, "Please, Miss Clara, oh please fuck me..." With one
hand on the phallus and the other on Shanna's right hip, Clara
stepped up and pressed the cock into Shanna's ass, not stopping
until her belly was next to the girl's backside and the fake
balls were nudging against Shanna's vagina. "Ohhhhhhh...."
Shanna moaned almost loud enough to be heard through the solid
office door. Clara pulled herself backward, surprised at how
tightly Shanna's ass gripped the cock, then thrust her hips
forward again. The penetration was easier now, and Clara was
soon humping rhythmically against Shanna, the stimulator rubbing
her own clit deliciously as she worked up to her own orgasm.
"Okay, Cupcake, rub yourself for Clara, tell me all about
it." Shanna cried out in relief as her fingers stroked between
her legs and her body erupted in spasms of joy. As I came
through the door, Shanna yelled "Oh Miss Clara, i love your cock,
oh i'm coming, i love you Miss Clara!" I gaped open-mouthed at
the scene, the door closing unattended behind me. Clara caught
my eye in triumph as she had her own orgasm, slamming the
artificial cock again and again into the crying writhing girl on
the desk.
I leaned back against the door, my sudden erection
noticeably tenting out the front of my slacks. Clara reached out
to grab Shanna by the back of her hair and pulled her up to a
standing position with Clara's cock still buried inside her
quivering rear. "Shanna's made a bit of a mess of herself, Ron,
and I think you should help her clean up. Get out of those
clothes, and then come give us a hand." I didn't even make a
pretense of questioning the bizarre scene, but undressed quickly
folding my clothes into a neat pile by the door. My cock was
throbbing darkly as I marched toward the two lust-inducing women.
Shanna was standing slack-jawed, rolling her hips back against
Clara, who continued, "Okay Ron, the first thing you need to do
is unfasten her blouse. Can't you see the poor girl's aching for
some attention?"
Indeed, when I unbuttoned Shanna's blouse she thrust her
braless breasts immediately into my hands. I bent my knees to
get my face to the right level for kissing each of them, my cock
swinging and bumping against her tense legs. Clara whispered
something I couldn't catch, and Shanna grabbed the back of my
head and held me against her breasts as she keened and came, a
long rolling orgasm. When she finally let go of me and I was
able to catch my breath, Clara was standing beside me with her
strap-on dripping and glistening. She leaned toward my ear and
reached for my cock, and I don't really remember what happened
next.
*****
Things around the office settled into a new routine. Clara
got the official promotion to team leader, and she and Shanna
resolved whatever differences they used to have; in fact, Shanna
seems to spend as much time behind closed doors with Clara as she
does at her own desk. Sometimes Clara asks me to help them in
special projects, although I can't quite remember the details on
any of them.
Meanwhile, Shanna and I see each other occasionally when
she's not being asked to work late. She's lost a bit more weight
over the last few months, and really became quite a fox. Not
only that, but she's really opened up sexually. Over the last
holidays she went somewhere and came back with nipple rings! She
loves rolling my cock between her breasts while my face is buried
between her legs, and seems to take special joy in keeping me on
the edge until after she's finished cumming. She says I ought to
have a nickname, that Ron is just too formal, and that she's
going to ask Clara to suggest one.
Why would she ask Clara, I wonder...
///// Completed 12-31-2000 by Rajah Dodger
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