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Talents - by Pami (pami@aol.com) (M/F) 


"What about moving the desk over there?" she pointed 
over to the corner of the room.

He looked in that direction and thought about it for a 
moment.  "Well....I suppose that would be ok, but then 
there is this huge space over here," he replied 
slowly, pointing to the middle of the room.

"Yes, but I thought the idea was to open the room up.  
Make it seem more spacious.  You know...let the light 
shine in.  What if there were a large Persian-type rug 
in the center of the floor instead of the desk?  And a 
fake Ficus tree over against the edge of the desk?  We 
could put a painting on the wall across from the door 
for interest," her tone was getting excited as she 
could visualize the changes in the space.

He chuckled for a moment, and then couldn't resist.  
"Can it be that print of the dogs playing poker?"

She looked at him and laughed with him.  Then she got 
serious again.  "No."

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He had wanted to redo his home office.  He spent most 
of his time in the room, since he worked out of his 
house.  He liked being home.  Setting his own schedule 
required self-discipline, but the advantages of being 
there to parent his children outweighed any of the 
disadvantages.  He was divorced, but shared custody 
with his ex-wife.  After kicking the idea around for a 
while and discussing the costs with his accountant, 
they agreed that he could go ahead and make some 
changes.  Make the room more professional looking so 
that he could bring clients in and maintain a 
business-like atmosphere.

He knew he couldn't afford a professional interior 
designer, but he knew that he didn't know enough about 
color and light and wood and carpet to do it himself.  
He thought about it for a while, and then, one day, 
when he ran into his local computer store for some 
diskettes, the thought struck him.  He knew one of the 
managers there.  She was very knowledgeable about 
everything that they carried, from paper clips to fax 
machines to lamps to office furniture.  He struck up a 
conversation with her, and asked if she would consider 
taking a look at his office and making some 
recommendations.

She had been a bit taken aback at his request.  She 
knew this customer, and had bumped into him outside 
the store occasionally, but it was unusual for someone 
to ask her to redesign their entire office area.  She 
didn't even know if there was a company policy about 
it, but she thought about the possible sales she might 
get out of this and the excellent word-of-mouth if his 
clients liked his new look, so she said she would take 
a look at his space.  Completely on her own, though, 
she assured him.  This was not store-related, she told 
him, so there would be no problem in case he hated her 
ideas.

He smiled and they had set up an appointment for later 
in the week.  And so, three days later, they stood in 
the room, discussing possibilities.  She liked the 
desk, she had told him.  It was a rather large affair, 
solid oak, and shaped in an "L".  The bookcases were 
ok, and she even smiled when she saw the small desk 
off to the side for his kids to play with when he was 
working.
  
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She opened up the rather large case that she had 
brought with her, and pulled out a pad of graph paper.

"What's that for?" he asked her.

"To draw plans to scale," she replied.  "It would suck 
if we moved that huge desk and bought some other stuff 
and then it didn't fit."  She smiled up at him.

He grimaced.  "Yep.  That would suck. A lot."

She began to draw the room.  Each square represented a 
foot.  He watched as she penciled in the windows and 
door.  And then she drew the outline of the desk over 
in the corner.  "Now, I was thinking that you might 
want to get a small sofa.  Maybe a loveseat, to put 
over on that side of the room, with the chairs across 
from it.  Sort of a conversation area," she gestured 
to the spot she was speaking of.  

He hesitated.  "Well, I don't really want a sofa in 
here.  The kids would just want to play on it all of 
the time, and this is really supposed to be my work 
space."  He stopped and looked at her.  "If you don't 
mind, of course," he added.

She smiled at him.  "Of course I don't mind.  This is 
YOUR office, not mine.  And you don't even have to do 
anything I suggest.  I promise, I won't get mad, ok?"

He relaxed.  His instincts were right.  She was 
definitely a nice person.  He had hoped she was...it 
was hard to tell sometimes.

"Ok....hmmm...." she thought and looked around.  
"Well, what if we put the desk in the corner, but have 
one branch of the L wrap around so that you can sit 
behind it and have your clients sit on the other side?  
And then, over on that side of the room, maybe you 
could put a computer workstation.  Just for your 
computer system, and printer, and fax, and copier, and 
everything.  You know, you might want to consider 
getting an all-in-one machine for that.  We have some 
really nice ones."

He smiled at her, starting to visualize it himself.  
"I see what you mean about the carpet.  That would be 
nice.  But maybe not a Ficus TREE...how about a stand 
with some plants on it over in that corner?"

They both looked at each other, surprised to find that 
they were operating on the same wavelength.  She bent 
over the pad and started drawing items into the room.

He watched her.  Her long brown hair fell down her 
back in rich waves, and he wondered how it smelled.  
Fresh, he imagined.  Not like hair spray.  She didn't 
wear much makeup either, but she didn't need it, he 
idly reflected.  Her creamy skin glowed all on its 
own, and her large brown eyes sparkled.  Her left hand 
crept up and pushed her hair back out of her face, and 
he found himself saying, "I can't believe you aren't 
married.  Are all of the single men blind or stupid?"

She stopped what she was doing, and looked over at 
him.  "I guess I am just too picky," she smiled as she 
said it.  "I refuse to settle.  I have seen too many 
people who settled for less than true love, and they 
end up regretting it later on."

She stood up and faced him, and the silence grew.  She 
wondered what on earth he was thinking, since he was 
staring so intensely at her.  His blue eyes were 
completely serious.  Then she impulsively added, 
"Besides, I haven't yet found the man who can keep up 
with me in bed."  And she winked at him, breaking the 
spell.

He laughed out loud.  "Would you like something to 
drink?" he asked her.

"Sure, what do you have?"

"Let me think... Ummm... beer, white wine, scotch, 
coke, milk, orange juice, or water?"  He held his 
breath, wondering what direction this was going in, 
but feeling compelled to continue down the road he had 
started down with his impertinent question.

She smiled at him, and said, "Water would be just 
fine, thank you.  With a lot of ice in it, too, if you 
don't mind."

"I'll be right back," he told her and left his office.  

He wondered what he was doing.  She was a nice woman, 
he thought.  Pretty, but not beautiful.  Certainly not 
the femme fatale type that he might expect to feel 
this way with.  Because he couldn't really deny it to 
himself.  He wanted her.  Badly.  He looked down at 
his wedding band as he cracked the ice cube tray and 
plunked five or six cubes into a glass.  He had been 
faithful to his wife for seventeen years, and he had 
loved her.  But things had been pretty routine between 
them.  Once a month or so, she had let him make love 
to her.  It was good.  It was nice.  But.he wanted 
more. That was one of the reasons they had divorced.  
He wondered what SHE would be like.  From their 
conversations in the past, he knew how smart and funny 
she was.  He knew that she worked hard.  He knew that 
she hated to wear a uniform to work.  He knew that she 
liked her job.  But he wanted to know more.  He wanted 
to KNOW her.  In the biblical sense.  But was she 
worth the risk?  Doubtful.  Would she even play?  More 
doubtful.

He grabbed the two glasses of ice water and went back 
down the hall to his office.  The door was wide open 
and as he walked in, he saw her sitting on the edge of 
his desk, facing him.  Her feet were dangling down, 
legs slightly parted, and she was leaning back a bit.  
Inside, he walked over to her and handed her the 
glass.

"Thanks," she smiled at him, as she raised the glass 
to her lips.  He watched her lips part as she took a 
long sip.

"Ahhh," she said with a blissful look on her face.  "I 
was parched.  You are a lifesaver."

He sipped at his own water.  "You are welcome."  And 
then he stopped.  He just couldn't think of a thing to 
say.  All conscious thoughts ran out of his mind as 
she took his empty hand in hers, and raised it to her 
face.  He watched as her mouth opened, and then, the 
next thing he knew, his forefinger was inside the wet 
warmth of her mouth, and he could feel the hardness of 
the roof of her mouth and the softness of her tongue 
against his finger.

He moaned an inarticulate moan, and she pulled his 
finger out.  "Did you want me to stop?" she 
mischievously asked him.

"No.  Please.  No." He stumbled over the words.

She licked her lips ostentatiously and then sucked his 
finger inside again.  His blue eyes met her brown ones 
as he felt pinned by her gaze.  He didn't want to 
move.  He knew he should, but it felt so GOOD.  He 
could feel the flicks of her tongue all over his 
finger, and she sucked and licked it from the base to 
the fingertip.  Naturally, he wondered what her tongue 
and mouth would feel like on his cock, and he moaned 
again, feeling his cock growing in his pants.  She 
pulled his finger out of her mouth and then sucked his 
middle finger in, giving it the same treatment as the 
first.  He closed his eyes and concentrated on the 
sensations.  She worked her way down his hand, 
caressing each finger with her mouth and tongue, and 
his prick kept growing.

When she finally pulled his little finger out of her 
mouth, she took his hand and ran it down her body to 
the swell of her breasts.  She was well-endowed, and 
he sighed as his hand cupped her pillowy softness.  He 
leaned down and kissed her.

She practically purred as she felt his tongue enter 
her mouth.  She didn't normally do things like this, 
but for some reason, she had felt drawn to him. His 
hand continued to massage her breast, and she felt his 
other hand twine itself in her long hair and gently 
but firmly pull it back, exposing her throat to his 
gaze.  His mouth left hers, only to lick its way along 
the curve of her jaw to her ear, and as he flicked his 
tongue into it, she shivered and arched toward him. 
"Ohhhhhhh," she moaned.

Jesus she felt good, he marveled.  He couldn't believe 
how she was responding to his touch.  Her entire body 
seemed to radiate heat, and he just wanted to ravish 
her right there.   His hand found her nipple, and he 
ran his fingers over it, feeling it grow hard through 
the layers of clothing that separated them.   Her 
mouth had tasted so sweet, he hadn't wanted to stop 
kissing her, but the thought of what else about her 
might taste just as sweet compelled him to lick her 
neck.  Her shivers and moans were making his cock rock 
hard, and it hurt, confined in his pants as it was, so 
he reached down to adjust it.

"Poor baby, are you in pain," she murmured, as her 
hand brushed his aside, and she grasped his manhood 
through his pants.  He thought he would die from the
pleasure as he felt her hand massaging his cock from 
the head down to his balls.  And he KNEW he was going 
to leave a wet spot on his pants if she kept it up.  
So, to distract her, and himself, he leaned his head 
further down and latched his teeth onto her engorged 
nipple, nibbling on it.

She had moaned loudly at that.  "Please...Please...." 
she started to say as the sensations in her teat 
overwhelmed her.  She acted quickly, pulling him off 
of her, and unbuttoning her blouse to the waist.  He 
wanted to touch her as well, and he quickly pulled the 
cups down, exposing her bountiful breasts to his gaze.

He was speechless.  They were milky white and had 
faint bluish veins running down to the dark pink 
nipples, and those nipples were amazing.  They were 
huge and he couldn't wait any longer to find out what 
they tasted like.  He pushed her back on the desk and 
bent over her as she lay flat on her back.  Her tits
stood up like two pillows, waiting for him to go to 
sleep on.  But sleep was the farthest thing from his 
mind as he licked the one closest to him.  He traced 
around and around the areola, watching it harden and 
ripple before his eyes.  Then he took as much into his 
mouth as he could, enjoying the feel of the nipple 
against his tongue.

She arched her back, pushing her breasts at him.  She 
wanted him to keep making her feel good, so she took 
his other hand and positioned it over her neglected 
nipple, hoping that he would get the hint.  He did, 
quickly cupping and kneading her breast.  Fondling it 
and pulling on the nipple in time with his sucks on 
the one in his mouth.

They both watched as he switched breasts, pulling the 
other one into his mouth quickly.  Their eyes met as 
he closed his teeth over the tip of her nipple and
began pulling up on it, away from her breast.  It was 
an amazing sight for him, and an amazing feeling for 
her.  He let it snap back, and they watched her tit
jiggle as it regained its former shape.  He buried his 
entire face deep into her cleavage, feeling the 
softness of her breasts against his cheeks, and 
inhaling the scent of her through his nose.

He stood up, suddenly, and unzipped his pants.  He 
couldn't wait anymore to feel her touch.  She watched 
as his pants fell to the floor.  He wasn't wearing any 
underwear, and she smiled.  His cock stood practically 
straight out, pointing at her.  It had a slight tilt 
upward, and she couldn't resist mocking him slightly.  
"I guess you are excited to see me?"

He laughed with her, and then he stopped as her hand 
reached out and she traced the head of his cock with 
one finger.  They both felt the pre-cum at the tip, 
and he watched as she withdrew the finger to her mouth 
and sucked the wetness off of it.  

"Mmmmm," she moaned, as she sat up, still sucking on 
her finger.  He tasted good.  She wouldn't mind having 
some more of that, she decided, as she reached down 
and wrapped her entire hand around him.  She stroked 
back and forth, and their eyes locked as both 
concentrated on the sensations.  She established a 
rhythm, and he found his hips moving along with her 
strokes.  

It felt wonderful to be in her hand, he thought, as he 
felt his cock harden even more, if that was possible.  
He reached out with both of his hands and each found a 
nipple and began pinching and twisting in time with 
her tempo on his prick.  They stared into each other's 
eyes, as they both began panting.  He felt himself 
growing closer to orgasm when suddenly she stopped.  
He continued tormenting her nipples, but looked at her 
with a quizzical gaze.

She smiled sexily at him.  "It was getting a little 
dry down there.  Wouldn't want to give you rug burn or 
anything.  Hmmm.... I know."  And with that, she 
wriggled her ass so that her skirt was raised to her 
hips.  His eyes were drawn to the neatly trimmed pussy 
that she exposed to his gaze, and the smell of her 
excitement wafted up to his nose.  She spread her legs 
and rubbed her hand between them.  He could see the 
wetness that shone as she withdrew her hand and 
grabbed his cock again.  It was his turn to moan as he 
watched her coat his cock with her hot juices, and he 
convulsively pinched her nipples hard enough to make 
her gasp with pain.

"Sorry," he croaked, and he rubbed her tits lightly in 
apology.

She pulled his head down and kissed him deeply.  
"Don't be sorry.  Do it again.  Just not QUITE so 
hard.  Did I mention I am kind of kinky?" she told him 
as he looked somewhat amazed at her comment.  He 
smiled.  "Whatever you want, dear."  He was thinking 
that this was one of the hottest scenarios he could 
ever have dreamed up and this one was REAL!

"Anything?" she purred, with a mysterious smile on his 
face.

He felt a momentary quaver, but pushed it away.  
"Anything." 

She pushed him away from her and jumped down off of 
the desk.  He stood there, wondering what he did 
wrong, and then she moved behind him.  She kissed his
shoulder as her hands reached around and began pulling 
on his dick again.  He moaned as one of her hands 
dropped down and caressed his balls.

"Oh, that feels so good," he told her.  "Please.  
More."

She laughed throatily behind him, and the hand 
caressing his balls was gone.  She continued to jack 
him off, her fingernails lightly tracing the veins 
running up and down his cock.  She pulled him around 
by his prick and led him a few step away to his office 
chair.  She sat down and pulled him in front of her, 
still stroking him.  She positioned him sideways in 
front of her, so that his profile was facing her, and 
his right hand wound its way through her silky hair as 
her right hand teased him ever closer to coming.

Crack...  The noise rang through the room, and it took 
him a moment to process the sudden burst of pain on 
his ass.  She had slapped him!  He looked down at her, 
and he saw her beautiful brown eyes looking up at him, 
searching his expression.

She held her breath as she looked at his face.  She 
wanted him to like this.  She knew he was straight as 
an arrow and had never really tried anything like this 
before, and she wanted him to enjoy it.  His blue eyes 
were slightly wary at first, but then, as he looked 
into her eyes, he nodded, and turned his head away.  
She smiled.

Crack... another small burst of flame on his other 
cheek.  He had never thought about spanking before, 
but the feelings in his cock seemed to be increased 
each time she smacked him.  And it wasn't really hard, 
but just enough to bring his attention to where her 
hand was.  After each smack, she ran her hand over the 
area, and over his entire ass.  The caressing felt 
almost as good as her hand pulling on his dick.  She 
landed about ten swats to his ass when he could take 
no more.  He stepped aside, and pulled her to her 
feet.  She let go of his cock, and wrapped her arms 
around his partially clothed body as they kissed 
hungrily.

"Now," he told her.  "I have to have you.  Now.  You 
had better have a condom with you."

She smiled, glad that her preparedness paid off, and 
she reached into her purse, which was still on the 
desk, withdrawing the small package.  He tore it open 
and together they unrolled the thin layer over his 
throbbing cock.  He was almost glad it was there, 
because he didn't know how long he would be able to 
last inside her without SOMETHING to deaden the 
sensations.

He bent her over the desk and pushed her skirt over 
her shapely ass.  He saw the pinkness of her pussy, 
and ran his cock teasingly up and down the crack 
there, feeling the heat of her scorch him.

She moaned and twitched her ass back and forth.  
"Please.  Now.  Fuck me.  Now."  He smiled and sank 
his hardness deep into her in one thrust.  They both 
groaned aloud with the feeling.  He was a bit larger 
than she was used to, and she asked him to hold it 
there for a minute so she could get used to the 
feeling of being stretched around him.  He was glad to 
hold it there, loving the feeling of the tightness 
around him.  He shivered as he felt her tighten her 
walls around him.  She did it several times, and he 
realized she was massaging him from inside her on 
purpose, that it was no accident.

"Oh my God," he moaned into her ear, "How do you do 
that?" 

She laughed and replied, "Only one of my many 
talents."

He told her he couldn't wait to see the rest, and then 
he began to slowly pull out of her and then thrust 
back in.  He watched her ass jiggle slightly every 
time his pelvis hit her buttocks, and he wondered.  
They fell into a rhythm, and he was enjoying her moans 
and the feel of her pussy contracting around him.

She was loving the stretching feeling inside her, and 
as he thrust into her, she bounced lightly back and 
forth.  Her tits hung down, and the nipples scraped 
across his desk, increasing the sensations in her 
body.  She knew she was going to come quickly.

"More!" she cried out.  "Harder.  Deeper.  Yes, fuck 
me..." and right as she was about to go over the edge, 
she felt it.

Crack....his hand fell on her right buttock.

"OH," she yelled, startled by the smack.

"Just a little kinky, dear," he panted into her ear as 
he kept fucking her.

"Mmmmmmm" she moaned back at him, as she kept pushing 
herself back at him.

He was getting close to the edge himself, and he 
distracted himself by counting.  Every five thrusts, 
he would spank her ass.  He loved it when he did - her 
pussy would squeeze him extra tight as a sort of 
reward.  

She was lost in the sensations now.  Her moans made no 
sense now, and she was beyond phrasing a sentence.  
Her ass was hot, and her pussy was hot, and her tits 
were hot, and his cock was the only thing that kept 
her from flying away.  His balls slapped her clit 
every time he sank deep into her, and it was only a 
matter of time before she melted.

Finally, after about ten minutes of fucking and 
spanking, he reached down between her legs and found 
her engorged clit.

She screamed as his fingers slid over her pearl, and 
she erupted into a mind-blowing climax.  He held off 
as best he could, continuing to rub her clit to extend 
her orgasm, but the snapping of her pussy was too much 
for him and he yelled as his peak hit as well.  He 
held himself inside her, closing his eyes and just 
concentrating on the intense pleasure that was 
flooding through his body.

He sighed as he felt himself soften inside her and he 
slowly pulled out of her.  She looked over her 
shoulder at him and smiled the smile of a satiated 
woman.

"So, that was just ONE of your many talents, eh?" he 
asked her tiredly.

"Wait till you see the rest," she chuckled back at 
him, equally exhausted.  For the moment.
