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The Case of the Secretarial Spread
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The Case of the Secretarial Spread
Melony:
I knock on your door. I hear you mumble "Shit!", then paper shuffles, a
drawer opens and closes. "Come in," you yell. As you stand up to greet me, I
notice your face is flushed, and there's an awkward bulge in your pants making
it difficult for you to stand up straight. "I hope I haven't come at a bad
time," I say. Your eyes are investigating my boobs, having worked their way
up from my high heels past my fishnet hose over my short tight skirt to where
my blouse is open a couple buttons more than is appropriate for my office job.
You reply, "People come around here at all hours. How can I be of
service?"
I explain that my girlfriend at work has an ex-boyfriend who's harrassing
her. She got a restraining order, so now he's more careful, and we haven't
been able to prove he's violating it. I want you to get some evidence to use
in court to lock him up. I ask about your fee, and am surprised how much it
is. You can tell I'm uncertain whether I can afford it, and maybe you quoted
a high price just for that reason.
"I do have lower rates," you comment, playing with your moustache, "for
good friends." Now it's my turn to give you the slow once over.
"I'll have to think about that," I say slowly, getting up to leave.
You hold the door for me, making me squeeze between you and the door. I
take a step, then turn to you, my breasts barely touching your chest, my
perfume filling your nose, and look up into your brown eyes. "Are you good?"
I ask, "I want someone who knows what he's doing." Suddenly, as I half
expected, half hoped, your arms are around me, your mouth finds mine. I think
I should resist you, but something makes me relax in your hold. I feel your
body warm against mine, your erection pressed against my belly. It's a gentle
kiss, not what you read in detective novels, and a lot more pleasant. After
seconds that seem like minutes, you release me. I take a deep breath, and you
look down my blouse to see my mounds rise and fall.
"I think you'll qualify for my discount rate," you say, naming a price
that I can afford. I write you a check, then give you two pictures.
"That's him, and that's her, their addresses are on the back," I explain,
"Call me at the number on the check if you need me or when you're ready to
deliver." I slide past you out the door, seeming to maximize contact. You
watch my plump ass undulate down the hall until I'm gone.
Balboa:
I close the door quickly, fall against the wall, and seem to naturally
grasp for my crotch. My heart pounds because I know I'll have you,
eventually... if I only give you some evidence. I regain my composure and
strut over to my closet. I open it for my jacket and my camera case and I'm
off. Twenty minutes later I arrive outside your girlfriend's apartment.
After figuring out which is hers, I park my car discreetly across the street.
I wait. After some time it finally gets dark and I expect her soon; the
commute is almost over.
It's another two hours before she arrives. She pulls into her driveway,
gathers some packages, and slowly exits her car. It seems her legs never end.
Their slim beauty make me gasp for want as I try to remember I have a job to
do. I watch her go into the apartment. After she turns the lights on I can
see her tall slim form through the curtains. I can see that she is undressing
and I surmise that I am looking into her bedroom. As I fumble with the
telephoto, she opens the curtains. Finally, I raise the lens to her window
and see a lucious sight, covered only in a black teddy. I cannot believe my
stroke of luck, as I unconciously stroke myself. My penis starts to strain
against my zipper, as I watch her.
I watch as your friend goes in and out of her bedroom at irregular
intervals, making it very difficult to get a good photo of the slim beauty.
I'm able to get a couple mediocre shots when I notice a large, male figure
lurking below her bedroom window. The man is broad shouldered and what I
would consider very good looking; not the type that should be having trouble
getting over a woman. But this woman...I understand. I can see this man who
mirrors the photo you gave me very clearly and I get some great shots of him
as he develops his intent. He is very intent on your friend and is obviously
excited by her as I see him masturbate to a hidden climax in almost record
time. I'm getting all the pictures you need and I'm anticipating your final
payment. It's about 2300 hours now; your friend is tired. She slips into her
brass bed and douses the lights. I can only fantasize about what she is now
doing.
I keep the lens focused on him as within moments he heaves a massive rock
through the window and runs. No need to chase him as he seems fleet afoot,
and I want to stay clean for you; for the moment I deliver the evidence. I
don't bother contacting your friend... she's alright. I go straight to a
payphone, fumble for a quarter, and dial your number. My heart is racing!
Finally the line is opened at the other end and I hear your sexy voice;
ananswering machine. I hope that you're there so I leave a confident message.
"I have your evidence. Meet me at my office... tonight." It's so simple that
I am sure it will draw you.
I drive quickly back to the office and drop my keys twice as I try to get
through the door. I place the film in a safe place and begin to wait. I poor
myself a Chevas (neat) and down it quickly as I fantasize about our next
encounter. I can only think about your perfect breasts and dream of releasing
them into my wanting mouth and tounging your nipples to life, making you cry
for my thick cock. I straighten up around the office and continue to dream
about massaging your tits with my dick as you carress them with your hands,
and I finger you to your first climax. I'm now at my desk with my feet up.
I'm completely satisfied professionally now that I solved another case. It
was almost too easy. I hope too be satisfied sexually also, which I hope will
also prove simple. I dose off in my chair, with my fourth unsatisfied hard-on
of the day. Melony, beneath this cool facade I am burning for your hot body.
Will you come tonight?
Melony:
It's after midnight when I get home and notice my answering machine
blinking. I play your message, and am deciding whether to meet you tonight
when the second message comes on. It is my girlfriend and she sounds frantic.
Before the message finishes, I've dialed her number. I have to talk to her
answering machine before she picks up the phone. She is obviously distraught.
She says she's afraid to leave her apartment and afraid to stay there,
especially with the broken window. I drive over to pick her up and bring her
back to my place. We have a couple of stiff drinks to relax her, and I tell
her the good news, that I'd hired you this afternoon, and you'd called to say
you had the evidence. Based on the timing of your message, I figured you got
him in the act of breaking her window, which ought to mean we can really put
the asshole away. She finally calms down, and we climb into bed, with me
holding and soothing her until she is asleep. I remember that I was supposed
to meet you tonight, but I don't want to leave her. Using the phone by the
bed, I call you.
It's almost 2 AM, and your voice sounds thick, like I woke you up, when
you answer the phone. Speaking softly into the phone, I ask if you were
successful, and if you knew he'd broken her window.
You assure me you have it all on film and suggest I stop by to get it. I
explain I can't leave right now, and you should get the pictures developed
anyhow. I hear the disappointment in your voice as you agree that tomorrow
night would be better, and you'll get the film processed by then. I confess
that I'd been hoping you would get something soon, so I'd have an excuse to
see you. I promise that I'll properly reward you tomorrow for your prompt
work, and suggest we meet at your place instead of your office.
Your prick hardens with the talk of a rendezvous. You point out that you
are married, but since my girlfriend will still be staying at my house, we
need to meet somewhere else. You comment that she could join in the fun, too,
but I point out that that wasn't part of our bargain, and besides, she's too
upset to get into the spirit of it. "Besides," I add, surprising even myself,
"I want you all to myself."
"You aren't just teasing me, are you?" you groan.
"Oh, no," I assure you, "I'm getting wet just talking to you about it.
I'm going to have to relieve myself after I hang up." I'm blushing in the
dark, amazed at the frankness of my admissions.
"No need to wait on my account," your voice says, huskily.
There's a long pause. Then, I ask "Are you jerking off?"
Now it's your turn to blush, because in fact you had unzipped your fly
and were stroking yourself as we talked. "Yes," you reply, "I've been
thinking about those tits of yours all day. I've been saving it all day for
you, but if I don't jack off soon, my balls are going to burst."
"Oh, good," I reply, "You follow my instructions and I'll follow yours,
OK?"
"OK," you agree. "Now, for starters, let go of your organ and get
comfortable," I order, "Drop your pants and unbutton your shirt." You move to
comply. "Now, put the phone so you have both hands free," I instruct.
"I'll put you on the speaker phone," you reply.
"Take your dick in your left hand and stroke it slowly, don't squeeze it
too tightly, long slow easy strokes," I say, "With your other hand, take the
head in your fingers and slowly twist it gently back and forth." I hear you
moan slightly. I've slipped off my panties and am lifting my T-shirt over my
breasts when I realize I'm cheating. "Don't forget," I remind you somewhat
anxiously, "you're supposed to tell me what to do, too. I'm naked, now," I
lie, as I make it be true by removing my T-shirt.
"Draw the middle finger of your right hand along your slit," you say,
continuing to work on your organ, "then put it in your mouth."
I sigh as I drag my finger along my moist crack. I taste and smell my
characteristic odor. "I'm so wet," I report, "I taste like spicy chicken soup
with garlic and dill."
"Put your first and second fingers of your right hand on either side of
your clit and rub yourself," you command, and I comply with a soft moan.
"Take your right hand and squeeze your balls gently, rubbing yourself
between your legs where the base of your cock is anchored," I dictate, "and
tell me how it feels."
"Mmmm," you sing, "my balls feel full of come, and when I squeeze them,
it sends a warm feeling through my groin."
"Good," I say, "Now, let go of your cock and roll your nipples between
your fingers." I hear you grunt in dismay at the lessening of stimulation,
but you sigh as your fingers spread a surprising tingling through your chest.
"You, too," you say, perhaps in retaliation, "take your breasts in your
hands and pinch your nipples."
I stop rubbing my cunt and massage my boobs, taking hold of my nipples,
feeling them stiffen, as a warmth resonates between my nipples and my pussy.
"I wish I had your cock between my breasts right now," I whisper raggedly,
"you'd feel my soft warm glands engulf you, as you'd drag your balls up and
down my chest."
Your cock spasms, begging for attention, as you imagine that feeling, and
you groan, "I'd come enough to paint three coats."
"I want you to come for me now," I say, bringing you back to reality.
Put your right hand at the base of your shaft, stretching the skin tight.
Then squeeze your head rhythmically with your left hand."
"God, that's good," you comment, "I'm not going to last much longer. I
want you to come with me. Reach your right hand between your legs, putting
your finger in your hole. Rub your clit with your palm as you rotate your
hand back and forth." Somehow, you know just how I usually masturbate. I
groan a bit loudly as a sharp pleasure pang is broadcast from my clit. I
become aware of my girlfriend sleeping beside me, and somehow that tension
increases my arousal. I hear your voice say, "I'm going to come. Can you
come with me? Stroke your clit with your left hand as you fuck yourself with
your two right fingers."
"Oh, yes," I answer, "I'm so close. Stroke yourself with your left hand.
Count down with me. Twenty," I say.
"Nineteen," you reply. "Eighteen", "seventeen," "sixteen," "fifteen,"
"fourteen," "thirteen," "twelve," "eleven," we alternate. My orgasm is within
reach, and you are barely able to hold back. "Ten," I resume.
"Nine," we count together, "Eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two."
We each take a deep breath, "Onnnnnnne."
I explode with a body-wracking orgasm, holding my breath, then groaning a
long "Ohhhhhhhhh" into the phone, hearing your staccato "Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah,
ah", which I know to be timed with your spurts of orgasmic oil, gushing from
your derrick. Your first squirt hits your face, the next ones spray lines of
white liquid up your chest, leading down to where the final ones pool on your
belly. We're quiet as we enjoy our separate but shared pleasure.
Finally, I break the silence saying, "See you at your office at 7 PM
tomorrow," then I gently hang up the phone.
Balboa:
I decide to sleep the night away in my office. I'm exhausted and sleep
well, but I realize that my office is the last place I want to have an
encounter. I wake the next day and pour myself a cup of Joe, with a shot of
Bushmill's. It seems to get me going enough to face the day's case load. I
can hardly stop thinking of you as I try to concentrate on boring divorce and
insurance investigations. At lunch I drop the film at a lab I can trust to be
confidential. They'll be ready in a couple of hours, so I go to the closest
bar for another "coffee" and one of the greasiest burgers in town. I'm a
regular, so I don't have to bother placing an order. I walk into the
manager's office and pick up the phone like I own the place and call the
nicest hotel in Redwood City. I don't even bother calling out of town because
I know your type. You're used to men coming to you. You would consider
travelling just for a man. The reservations are made. Their suite is well
equipped. A hot tub for you and a wet bar for me. After a quick grease
injection I pick up the film and try to find a place to distract my active
imagination. I decide on an afternoon game at the stick. The drive around
the bay is tedious and I still plan out tonights rendezvous.
I'm able to secure a front row seat near the home team dugout, what a
surprise. Game day tickets are always available for a shit team like this. I
continue to lust inside while the Gigantics lose a squeeker, 8 to 1. I race
back to my office with but a couple of hours before our soiree. I plan
wonderful things for your voluptuous chest and I find I'm hard yet again.
Finally the zero hour arrives and you slink up to my office door. Your chest
deflates as all you find is a hand written note on the door. "Go to the phone
booth on Sunset at 5th. Wait there for a call. Quickly."
You rush outside and catch the first cab that passes and it rushes you to
the intersection. You pay the cabbie and slip into the booth. It's only
seconds before the phone rings. You know I can see you now. It makes you a
bit nervous that I have such an advantage on you, but you get excited all the
same. You can now feel yourself getting sopping wet and your nipple begin to
protrude. You let it ring three times as you catch your breath, then pick up
the phone anticipation. You say nothing, only listen.
"Reach under the phone" You grope under the phone and withdraw a single
key attached to a plastic holder with the number 3201 written on it. I tell
you to turn around. "I'm waiting".
Your eyes light up as you know you're in for a treat. You can barely
wait for the light to change as you dart across the street and into the lobby
of the hotel. You are immediately approached by a young bell hop who looks
you up and down, then stutters as he asks to help you. You look at him and
grin at his youth. You show him the key and ask him to take you there. He
smirks as though he knows what's in store for you. He leads you to a
luxurious elevator, probably the only one like it in Redwood City. The two of
you get alone and start the smooth ride to the top floor.
The elevator is slow which gives you time to look over this lad. You
notice first an enormous bulge in his pants; he thinks you're attractive. I
can't blame him. Then you notice that he is sweating profusely. You feel
sorry for his inexperience and you ask him his name. He tells you his name is
Jon. "Jon," you ask in a sultry voice, "can you stop this elevator for a
moment ... between floors?"
He can only shake his head yes as he pushes the right button. You walk
up to Jon and slowly plant a long wet kiss on Jon, as you firmly squeeze his
groin. You've always wanted to give a young boy a thrill, and now you're on
your way. Jon is motionless and in a trance as you start to unbutton his fly.
He shakes uncontrollably; you must be the first to do this. Finally, you
get to his long penis and slowly rub it in your warm palm as you continue to
slip Jon some tongue. Jon doesn't seem to be kissing back; he's afraid. You
start to rub him up and down, slowly at first, then a bit faster. Jon closes
his eyes. You think he's starting to enjoy this when he shoots his cream onto
your hand and wrist. You smile, and for the moment you are both satisfied.
After you clean your hand on his boxers, you have to reach for the elevator
buttons; Jon is almost in a coma. The door opens for the top floor, you step
out calmly as though you're leaving nothing behind. The doors slip closed on
a memory, you start to tremble yourself now as you realize that there is only
one door on the entire floor. The penthouse.
As I walk toward the knock at the door I adjust my slacks to try to hide
my raging hard-on. I have great expectations for this evening. I open the
door to the suite as smoothly as possible, with all the grace I can muster.
You are beautiful. You are wearing a red silk dress, under which I can see
your nipples. They're trying to poke through as they stand guard over your
firm mounds. The cut of your dress is very low and inviting. The hem reveals
enough leg to show you have exceptional limbs, with a slit half way up the
side; very sexy. You have three inch black heels which accentuate your calves
to the nth degree. I am very turned on as I make contact with your big brown
eyes that tell me you are ready for a very special evening. I hand you a
champagne cocktail and invite you in by stepping aside.
You gaze at the suite for the first time and see that it is very large,
with a sitting room, just inside the entrance. To the right you see the
bedroom, which is elegantly appointed, and to your left is a massive bath with
a hot tub. The tub is filled and steaming and overflowing with bubbles. The
bath is lit with candles and a bottle of Aste is on ice next to it. I close
the door behind you and we are finally alone.
"Let's take care of some business" I say. "I have the pictures you want,
but I keep them, and the negatives. That's the way I work. If you want me to
testify, I will." I show you the photos which you inspect closely. You smirk
and indicate that you are satisfied...with the photos. You hand them back.
"Now there's the matter of my fee. As of this momment your account is
delinquent. How would you like to settle your account, Melony?
We smile knowingly at each other. You set your drink down, drop your
purse on the floor and slip up close to me. You put your left arm behind me
as you place your red lips next to mine. With your right hand you rub my
groin barely hard enough to feel it, and I react. I gently push you away and
reach behind the bathroom door. I bring out a not-so-sexy white robe, push
you into the bath and order you to put it on and come out. I close the door
to the bath and you are a bit bewildered by my behaviour. You do as you are
told, not knowing what to expect.
Seconds later you emerge with this unflattering robe draped over your
shoulders. In spite of its appearance, I can see you have an awsome body
beneath it. You lay your eyes in the middle of the sitting room and see that
I have set up a massage table. You are in for a treat.
I motion you to the table with what could be mistaken for impartiality.
If not for my bulge, you might think I wasn't interested. I position you on
your stomach and remove the robe from your shoulders. I tell you to relax as
I gently pull your hair out of the way. Your long wait for attention ends as
I place warm oil on your back and start to massage. I am gentle yet firm and
you are so relaxed. Up and down your arms and shoulders I go with my large
hands, squeezing and manipulating your muscles. You are obviously enjoying
the sensations as I hear you sigh every few seconds. I slowly work my way
down to your buttocks which are firm and round. I find your body very
exciting, and smile because you can't see how hard I really am. I move lower
and start to caress your thighs and I see you spread your legs so slightly, a
pleasant reflex. I rub between your thighs and you let out a loud moan. I
disappoint you by moving down your legs instead of exploring. I get to your
feet and you find that they are very sensual as I start to kiss your toes and
gently suck on them. I look up and can see that you are ready; you are
already fingering yourself, probably unconciously.
Suddenly, I sweep you up in my arms. You wrap your arms around my neck
and plant a long, wet kiss on my lips. You are now breathing hard. I walk
you into the bath and down the steps of the massive tub and into a mountain of
suds. We sink together into the steaming water. I set you against the side
and place your arms along the edge and softly tell you to hold on. You comply
as I slide my hands down your soapy back and to your buttocks. I slowly lift
your pelvis to sea level and you're almost floating now. You smile as you see
what's in store for you. I dip under the water and quickly come up with your
legs over my shoulders. I start to nibble on your thighs and you can barely
stand it. I blow on your cunt and I can feel your butt tighten
simultaneously. Finally, I lick your swollen lips and nibble just a bit.
You're starting to moan consistently and I know I'm doing my job. You are
sweet tasting and my dick is raging now. I can't wait for my turn, but am
determined that you are satisfied first. I plunge deep with my tongue and
service you for several minutes. I am sure now that you are ready for your
first orgasm as you start to shedder and scream. You tighten up and thrust
your cunt in to my smiling countenance.
I suck on your clit with all my might as you peak and slump in
exhaustion. You want to rest now, but know that I am in need. I let your legs
down and you lean forward against me, chest to chest. Your firm breasts
against me make more excited and I want you. You reach down and grasp my wand
and softly stroke it as you give me a deep penetrating kiss. What do you have
in store for me Melony?
Melony:
Tasting my odor on your lips, I push you back towards the steps, until
youare sitting just below the surface. Your cock rises from a cloud of
bubbles, as I take it gently in my hand. I stroke it, seeming to wash it, as
I inspect your cock and balls. Your dick is firm, but not yet hard, and your
hairy sacks hang down heavily. You watch as my mouth comes so close, but not
yet touches it as my fingers tickle behind your balls, as my other hand tries
to encircle your head. Finally, I'm satisfied that there is no slack left,
and that your love muscle is fully charged. I blow gently on your head,
cooling it as the water evaporates, then making you jump as my hot lips
finally make contact. My lips cover only the very end, and my tongue probes
delicately at the slit. I catch a drop of your pre-come on the tip of my
tongue, and savor its mild saltiness. My lips nibble on the rounded tip of
your penis, as one hand rubs your testes and the other presses back towards
your anus to indirectly massage your prostate. Your shaft twitches, begging
for attention, but I stay on my course, millimeter by millimeter, nibbling my
lips around more of your head, my tongue flittering around the part I've
enclosed. Finally, my lips slip over the ridge, latching your prick inside my
mouth.
My tongue swirls around it, sending shivers through you. My hands
continue their work, your balls drawing up tighter and firmer. My finger
probes at your asshole, making it contract involuntarily. As I continue, you
relax, and I soon have the tip of my finger breaching your opening. I apply
sucking force with my mouth, slowly drawing your cock deeper inside. You groan
as your shaft finally gets some contact from the ring of my lips around it.
My tongue gently strokes the densely nerved underside, and your cock throbs
with small pulses of pleasure. I feel the spasms tighten your sphincter
around my finger as it intrudes past its second knuckle, my finger tip probing
into the tender flesh withing your groin. Your cock is in too far for my
tongue to circle it, so I flick and lick and nibble it as best I can. As I
stroke your ass and massage your balls, I can feel a rapid tensing.
"Easy," you groan, "make it last."
Suddenly you feel a sharp sensation as I ever so gently press my teeth
against your shaft. "Ouch," you shout, although I know I didn't hurt you, and
you gasp "No, it's OK, it wasn't pain, it was just the surprise and
intensity." Nonetheless, I succeed in bringing you back from the brink of
orgasm, so I resume my licking and rubbing.
I am beginning to gag on your cock, and from the amount left over, I know
there is no way I can consume all of you. I slowly draw my mouth off you, my
lips seeming to catch on the brim of your head, then suck you back in as far
as I can. I set up a rhythm, slowly at first, then faster. After a while, I
pause, slipping you out of my mouth, and kissing your balls as the hand that
wasn't up your butt caresses your knob. You are clearly ready to explode
whenever I get around to pushing you over the edge, but I'm not quite ready
for that yet. I kiss, nibble, and lick my way up your shaft, tracing its
veins and exploring its surface features. With my hand, I slide the loose
skin up and down the hard core. When I reach the end, I slowly take you back
in my mouth, moving my lips back and forth as they ring your shaft, creating
the feeling that I am screwing my mouth onto your love bolt. My one hand now
pumps the part of your shaft my lips can't reach while two fingers of my other
hand stroke your prostate. Your moaning and groaning has quieted to the point
where you are almost hypnotized with the pleasure coursing through your body
at my direction. I decide it is time to finish you off.
The unsynchronized rhythms of my fingers up your ass, my hand pumping
yourshaft and my mouth sucking you in and out, begin to synchronize. Your
hips bounce in time, sending ripples through the water as brief tastes of the
coming orgasm throb through your gut. As the frequency approaches that
primordial beat of orgasmic spasms, you know there is no stopping it now. My
intimate probing senses the approaching orgasm. A contraction rumbles deep
inside you, triggering an explosion of pleasure and setting off a rhythmic
pulsing of your organs. I feel your glands working a moment before a hot
spurt of fluid is deposited in my mouth. I know better than to be distracted
from my manipulations so I continue rubbing, stroking, and licking as each
wave of pleasure results in another quantity of your love liquid in my mouth.
As the flow diminishes, I have time to taste your rich salty flavor. I
swallow some, but it coats my tongue and mouth pleasantly. You've stopped
squirting, but I don't want to let go of you, and I continue gently sucking
and pumping you until you begin to grow soft. I finally withdraw my fingers
and slip your prick from my mouth and pull you back into the water. With a
deep probing kiss, I return the flavor as my tongue, coated with your sperm,
meets yours.
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