TECHNICAL SUPPORT (MF)
Copyright © 2005, Igirisu-San


It's late. You've been working a long day, and you're tired and angry at your colleagues. You've not bothered to get changed, and you feel a little dirty in your work clothes when the clock in the kitchen reads 9pm.

It has been hard to meet me online lately, but we've managed a couple of times now, and you've felt better afterwards. You still get frustrated, but the fantasies that you or I conjure up raise the temperature and you usually finish the job with some vigorous masturbation or even a good, hard vibrator, buzzing yourself into ecstacy before a night of torrid dreams.

Tonight you slump into the chair in front of your computer and are rewarded not with the healthy chime of a PC once more coming to life, but the triple beep of a failed startup. Three more times you try the machine, but it refuses to boot, and you sit at the desk with an expression of disgust on your face, realising that you will not have the chance to chase me down through the night that is three hours ahead of your own – possibly for a very long time.

You are considering picking up the telephone to call a friend that might be able to help when the doorbell rings. You're not expecting anyone tonight, but the distraction keeps you from making the call and you rise to answer the door.

It's wet outside. A downpour that is typical of the state has already drenched me through, and I am cold as I ring the doorbell again, even though I can see movement through the covered window.

You open the door and are at first shocked to see anyone in such horrible weather. But when your memory reminds you just who is standing on your front doorstep getting wet your eyes widen in a mixture of surprise and happiness, and you pull me in by my left hand even as I grin a hello.

You do not care about the wet coat and hair as you pull me to you and hold me tight. My arms wrap around you tightly and it is some time before you can find it in your power to release me.

I tell you that I came about your computer, and that I had a feeling that you had trouble. My accent is so unusual that it takes a moment for you to fully understand me, and you exclaim your confusion, "But... how did you know?"

I smile and ask, "Can you make some tea? I'm freezin'! This rain's gonna floa' the 'ole state into th' sea!"

You chuckle at my accent and go to the kitchen while I strip the drenched coat from me, only to find that my shirt and jeans are also wet through. I am so cold that the few hairs on my chest are showing through the white cotton of the shirt, and there are already blue stains around the ankles of my socks.

When you return to see me, you point to the bathroom, "Get those wet things off before you catch your death of cold, hon. There's a robe in there you can use."

I do as you say, and find that while the robe might be pink and fluffy, my build is slim enough to allow it to close, although only barely. The bottom hangs at about knee height on me.

You can't help but laugh when you see me, and I laugh with you. We adjorn to the sofa where you pat the empty cushion next to you after seating yourself. The invitation is made without any expected sexual connotation, and as I'm cold, I accept readily, feeling the warmth of your thigh and body as you put an arm around my back and rest your hand lightly on my hip.

We discuss the problem with your computer for a moment, before the kettle begins to boil in your kitchen. You reluctantly stand and go to make tea, while I try to make myself comfortable, painfully aware of how my near-nakedness under the robe might tempt you, and how your physical proximity might well affect and tempt me.

You return with me fidgeting on the sofa, two steaming mugs of tea in your hands. I make to stand but I am aware of a draft and realise that against my best efforts, I have not only begun to get aroused by the strange and unlikely situation, but you are in a good position to notice. You say nothing, however, and I wonder then if you had actually seen the inpromptu flash of my crotch.

The tea is hot and I enjoy it, your closeness not helping me relax much, although the tea stabilizes my erection to a state that isn't too hard to hide.

Unfortunately, I fail to take into account your experience in such things, and you are fully aware that the bulging shape that my elbows try in vain to hide is the first sign of my growing arousal. Your mind cannot help but run through various options on how to reveal the secret hidden underneath the robe.

When you spill enough tea down your own jeans to make you yelp, I am understandably worried, but you tell me not to move and that you'd change.

When you return, I realise too late that you have me so deeply ensnared in your clutches that escape is little more than a pipdream. For you are no longer in your work clothes, but in an admittedly lovely silk robe that seems to cling to you in places that really shouldn't be advertised to the man that sits on your sofa.

I swallow audibly and you smile surprisingly sweetly, "Do you like it, lover?"

I cannot lie to you as I nod and smile, "It's beautiful, as I'm sure you're already aware."

You chuckle quietly and sit back down on my left. Whether by design or by accident, the left side of your robe rises slightly and from the corner of my eye I see only skin. the curve of your breast is visible to me, and whatever efforts I had made up to that point in preventing my arousal are now for naught. A surge of hormones and blood fill my member completely, and even I am shocked at the way that it makes its presence known under the robe.

"Is that because of me, lover?" you say slyly, and before I can reply, your hand rests on my hardness and squeezes it slightly. I am amazed at the unyielding firmness that you find, and I hear you gasp slightly.
"I guess it is, hon," I say softly. "You've teased me for so long online, just seeing you for real made me think about all the fantasies we've shared, and then when you came back in that... that incredible outfit."

As I speak, your hand remains gently clutching my erection, and when I am quiet again, you stroke it gently, "I'm flattered, lover," you reply huskily, and add, "but shouldn't you put that away before I get too carried away?"

I somehow find a dry laugh, "A...and what would y... you have me wear, h...hon? A pair of yo...your pants?"

Your hand continues to massage me as you answer suggestively, "Oh, I think I have something else I could wap around it, don't you?"

I curse inside. It is too late. You are too far gone. Whatever self control you possessed has already left you. The temptation was too great, and I had surely known this when I arrived in that terrible rainstorm.

At that moment, my own control twitches in your hands, and you are aware that I have cum from little more than massage and the power of thought. Your eyes widen slightly at the implication, but I wink, "There's more where that came from, you horny little minx!"

"Shower..." you manage to gasp before my lips almost crush your own. It is only moments before our tongues battle for supremacy as they dance within each other's mouths and we groan in shared release as our arms grasp at each other like old lovers.

You find control within you to pull me up and even as I practically chase you to the bathroom, you cannot help but let the silk robe drop from your body and push my own off.

The shower blasts cold water onto us both as we squeeze into it, and for a few moments, our heads are clear of the lust and love that burns within us. You wash me down quickly, as I do the same to you, but it is when you kneel in front of me and after a cursory rinse of my penis, you engulf it's already hardening tip within your lips and suckle on it like a child.

I groan loudly, the experience so exquisite that I wonder for a moment if heaven had sent you to me. Your teeth tease my head to remind me you are there and I look down to watch you slowly take more and more of my length into your mouth. The touch of the back of your throat would have granted you a mouthful of sperm if I had not cum once already, and you tickle the head with your swallowing muscles as you apply hungry suction to my length, before starting a heavenly bobbing action that makes my fingers curl as they clutch your wet hair.

But you are too aroused to limit the pleasure to a one-sided exchange, and you quickly stand and grasp my hard cock before smiling and saying, "A quick taste, lover!"

I don't need any more information as I press you back against the side of the shower and kneel. You rest one leg over my shoulder and I do not mind bearing some of your weight as I finally look upon the treasures that you reveal.

Teasing you first with a feather touch, I further open your already gaping labia and without warning, use my tongue as a trowel to scoop into your sweet, musky sex, your taste intoxicating and the smell of horny woman making my head swim for a moment.

After a few scoops, I concentrate on your engorged clitoris, managing to write most of my name across it with my tongue before you gasp as a shuddering spasm takes you. You recover quickly though and pull me up before sealing your mouth over my own and tasting your own juices on my tongue.

You release me after a moment and frantically pull the shower door open and almost run to your bedroom, holding my hand tightly as you pull our wet bodies onto the bed.

We kiss passionately and for a surprising amount of time, even to you, before you grab my penis firmly and with hooded, lusty eyes, demand, "Fuck me!"

Your command is so easily granted as I lean over you and nudge the entrance to your vagina. Easing myself into you, only three strokes are required before the copious fluids within you have covered my length with slickness, and we begin to move.

We bump and wriggle for a moment before we find a rhythm that we are both comfortable with, and you are soon cooing and sighing beneath me as I thrust deeply into your body. Your labia quickly begins to flutter it's message of oncoming orgasm around my penis as I drive myself into you.

The tightening of your cunt is accompanied by a gasp from you just before you let out a deep, feral groan. Another thrust from me and you groan again, your legs wrapping around me as you push your hips upwards to meet my own. You flush deeply across your face, neck and shoulders as your orgasm takes hold, and you grind yourself almost painfully into me, your tight pussy flooding around my cock as I continue to pound into you with lust.

Your shudders slowly fade after a while, and you look up at me with eyes that barely see, and I feel aftershocks tickle the root of my hardness, buried inside you as I take a moment to rest and recover.

I hear something between a purr and a growl come from you, and you push at me. I feel your clutching vagina and labia free me for a moment, but this is just a moment. You take the opportunity to hungrily suckle on my penis, cleaning it of your wetness and replacing it with a liberal amount of saliva, before positioning yourself on your hands and knees.

Looking over your shoulder you are shocked to find me already advancing on you, and when I grasp your hair and pull it a little, you gasp in a mixture of discomfort and arousal. Your head is held up as I position my hardness against your dripping cunt.

I enter you again, roughly, and this time while you are tighter with anticipation, you are also incredibly lubricated, and the first thrust is all that is necessary to penetrate you completely. You cry out before bucking back against me, and I release your hair to grasp your waist. Sparing little thought for your comfort, I begin to take long, fast strokes into your hot quim, the sound of our coupling louder even than your moans of pleasure.

As I pound into you ever more vigorously, I collect some of your ample juices and rub it into the bud of your rear, teasing it with my thumb until it shines wetly. I collect more from your gushing pussy and rub this into the bud also, teasing it further and making your perspiring body spasm as a climax hits you.

But I do not spare you, because I now have you where I had always planned. You cry as your engorged clit is rubbed by the exquisite contact between us, and I continue to tease your anus until with a twitch, I slip my thumb up to the first knuckle into your rear.

The scream you let out as your third orgasm of the night hits you is almost pitiful, but your libido cannot contain the hunger for more as you grind yourself against me through your climax and although you beg me to stop, I know that your body betrays you as your ring suckles against my thumb.

I slow my thrusts for a moment, to let you recover some small semblance of lucidity before I thrust deeply again, starting to fuck you in earnest, knowing that this time you would receive what I desired to give you.

Your are reduced to little more than a spasming doll as you begin to lose control of your aroused form. I feel your slick, wet cunt grabbing at my cock desperately now, and I compliment the thrust of my hardness with one from a finger I use to replace my thumb. Another joins it quickly and you are soon making sounds that defy description as the climax I promised I would have you experience approaches.

Your back bends upwards, and I thrust both my prick and my fingers deep into you as your eyes flash open. An incredibly high keening sound comes from you as your body becomes a shuddering, spasming, gyrating, quivering piece of passion-filled flesh.

Your cunt begins to almost crush my hard cock and with a bellow, I thrust it against the binding force of your orgasm and blast your cervix and womb with a flow of sperm that feels like it is molten lead. You make a sound that is a mixture of gasp, scream and hiccup as you feel the heat enter your body, and your orgasm truly crashes onto you at last.

Blinding shadows and dark flashes impact my senses as my own climax makes my head swim heavily, pulsing each surge of hot cum deep into your body. Your own senses are robbed of everything but those sensations coming from your filling cunt, and you moan and cry as the waves of pleasure hit you again, and again, and again.

But finally, after what would forever seem like an eternity, we both rediscover the use of our limbs, our senses, our brains. I gently lower your barely conscious form, slick not from the shower water, but from the sweet-salty sweat that we have perspired. You are only dimly aware of the obscene dribbling feeling as our mixed fluids ooze from your reddened pussy, it's gaping maw glistening with spent arousal.

You are only aware once more of things around you when you feel a warm washcloth clean around your vagina and anus, before being replaced with a hot towel to dry the place where even now the little shudders of aftershocks make you curl against them, wimpering sweetly.

You feel my body press against your back and my limp manhood nestle against the cheeks of your bottom. My arms wrap you in their warmth and you realise that you had been shivering slightly.

Only when you feel the touch of cloth across your body, followed by the gentlest kiss against your neck to you turn to look at me, to gaze into my eyes with the knowledge of a long desired need finally answered.

The alarm clock that is insisting that you rise for work greets your bleary eyes, and you sigh with mixed emotions. Your fantasy remains exactly that, and your body aches only from overwork.

You rise with aching muscles, stretching your naked body and listening to the joints click.

It is only then that you spot a wet washcloth on top of a towel at the corner of the bed...