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Not Your Ordinary Accountant
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Not Your Ordinary Accountant
It was Susan's first day on the job. She wasn't expecting
it to be a very exciting job. After all, accounting isn't a very
exciting line of work. However, there was one thing about the
office that appealed to her, and he was sitting two desks away,
in the corner of the room.
Susan was an extremely attractive thirty year old with long
wavy black hair, beautiful green eyes, an alarmingly seductive
smile, and an amazingly firm, full figure that seemed unnaturally
proportioned. She stood five foot seven and had the lower body
of a dancer, strong firm legs and a tight round behind, and the
upper torso of an opera singer, large supple breasts seemingly as
firm as her legs -- and, there were thousands of men who, after
laying their eyes upon them, wished to compare their firmness for
themselves.
The man sitting in the corner was Ted Bixby. Ted was a
quiet man. He never missed a day in the four years that he's
been working here. He never even took his vacation time. His
boss, Frank Dunlop, was always kidding him, saying that he wasn't
human. For, no human, he would say, could work as long and as
hard as Ted without losing their sanity. But, deep down inside,
Frank couldn't imagine what he'd do without Ted.
Susan wasn't sure what it was about Ted that excited her.
He certainly wasn't the type of guy she was usually attracted to:
he wasn't athletic-looking, tall, or particularly striking at
all. In fact, he was quite plain-looking. He was no taller than
Susan and couldn't weigh any more than 140 lbs. And, seeing that
he was working here, under a guy like Frank (a nice guy, but not
the type that would get very far in life), he couldn't have much
money either.
"So what is it about Ted that is attracting me so
powerfully," Susan fought hard to find an answer.
She hadn't been this attracted to someone since she was in
high school and first caught sight of the captain of the football
team. "He had a great body," she remembered fondly, "but he just
didn't know how to take his time in the sack."
Susan has never had to worry about attracting any man that
she was attracted to. Usually, in fact, she had to worry about
getting rid of the hundreds she wasn't attracted to. She had a
very healthy sex drive, but she never became a slave to it. With
her looks, she was always able to be picky about the men she
slept with (unlike some of her friends who became desperate
enough to sleep with anyone or anything). Yes, she was always
lucky in love. And, that brings up another strange thing about
Ted. Susan hadn't noticed him checking her out at all during the
day, not even a quick glance. And, she was staring long and hard
enough at Ted to have noticed if he had. Even when she was
introduced to him, he only gave her a small wave and a courteous
smile and then it was back to the paperwork for him. Some women
are bothered by men continually staring at them, but for Susan it
was just the opposite. She expected men to stare longingly at
her (and make fools of themselves in the process), they always
have. Now, the fact that Ted wasn't staring, bothered her very
much.
"Maybe it's the fact that he isn't interested, that
interests me so much," she said as a possibility.
"No," she said with a slight tone of resignation, "that's
not it. I just can't seem to put my finger on it."
She sighed, then shifted her train of thought,"of course,"
she said with newfound hope, "it's this outfit. This is my most
demure dress and blouse combination, maybe he just hasn't gotten
a really good look at me yet. Well, tomorrow Ted Bixby won't be
able to concentrate on anything but me; not his paperwork, not
his calculations, not his lunch, and not even the time of day."
The next morning, Susan entered the office and noticed that
Ted was already at his desk, hard at work. He didn't seem to
notice her, not even the pleasingly seductive aroma of her
favorite fragrance.
"I can't believe it," she thought to herself, "'Midnight
Passion' has never failed me before."
She was a little upset by his lack of reaction, but she had
never been one to give up before she got her man.
"He may be a tough nut to crack," she thought with a
purposeful grin on her face, "but I've got a nutcracker I'm
willing to try out on him."
She decided to check out the effect of the outfit she had
chosen, and walked over to the water bubbler. She was wearing a
green v-neck sweater, which not only brought out the green of her
eyes, but hugged her breasts firmly, accentuating their form and
showcasing them through the large opening. She had also chosen to
wear her black leather mini, which clung to her behind and
muscular thighs enticingly. It came down a few inches below her
butt, displaying her beautiful long legs, which were enhanced by
the heels she was wearing. She had a slow purposeful walk that
looked as though it had taken her years to perfect. Her tight
round behind softly swayed from side to side, while her supple
inviting breasts teased the eyes of onlookers as they bounced
around, struggling to free themselves from the confines of her
clothing.
Once she got to the water cooler, which stood in the corner
of the room directly in front of Ted's desk, she gave Ted a coy
stare over her shoulder. He didn't notice. She then bent her
shoulders (much further than she had to) and reached down to
retrieve a paper cup, and more importantly, to allow her ample
breasts to swing into the full view provided by the v-collar.
Susan had always found bras to be confining, uncomfortable, and
impractical when it came to impressing a man. She looked up at
Ted as she grabbed a paper cup, he still didn't notice her. She
then gave a disdainful frown, and turned her ass to him. She
lowered the cup under the faucet, once again exaggerating her
bend, and began to fill it with water. Again she sneaked a peek
at his face. With the sight of her taught smooth tan legs and her
tight skirt riding up revealing her pink satin panties staring
him in the face, he would have to look. No man could resist such
a welcome invitation for inspection. Susan was very confused and
upset, he still wasn't looking. Suddenly, a cold wet sensation
ran down her arm, the water was overflowing in her cup. She took
her hand away from the faucet and shook her hand dry. She
couldn't believe how much he had captivated her.
"It's not supposed to be working this way," she said to
herself, "he's the one who's supposed to be losing his
concentration, not me."
She thought of the possibility of his being gay. But, she
remembered having caught every gay man she had ever met checking
her out. Whether it was through interest, or just checking the
competition, they all stared. In fact, most admitted to her that
they were thinking of becoming bi-sexuals after they caught sight
of her.
"No, he's not gay either," she said regretfully to herself,
"he doesn't dress well enough. It's got to be something though.
It can't be me, can it?"
For the first time in her life, Susan felt old and
unattractive. She decided to test her looks on Frank. He was a
normal man, an ordinary guy.
"If he isn't moved by my presence then I'll know that I've
lost it," she told herself.
After she finished her water and discarded the cup, she
headed slowly, laciviously, back to her desk. With a quick glance
at Ted, she noticed his face was still in his work. Once she
reached her desk (which was directly in front of Frank's office),
she paused and began a long stretching yawn that sent tremors
through her body. Quickly, she glanced over her shoulder into
Frank's office. He held a cup of coffee inches from his mouth,
suspended motionlessly. His mouth hung open, and his eyes were
fixed on her pink satin panties and the finest ass he had ever
set his eyes upon. He either didn't know that she saw him staring
like that, or he couldn't stop himself.
"Busted!" Susan said, then smiled, sort of applauding
herself, and pulled her skirt back down over her panties and
tight behind.
As she got to her desk and sat in her chair, she noticed
that Frank still hadn't managed to move the hand which held the
cup of coffee.
"Well, at least it isn't me," she said cheerfully.
Susan spent the rest of the morning intermittently staring
at Ted, but he never looked back. However, Frank's eyes were
filled with hope and anticipation every time it appeared as
though she was going to get up from her seat. She noticed Frank's
ravenous glare, and decided to have a little fun with him.
Throughout the day, she dropped paperclips, papers, her
calculator, pencils and pens. Almost everything on her desk found
its way to the floor sooner or later. Rather than just bend over
and retrieve the items (which is what Frank was waiting for with
excitement building in the crotch of his pants), she kicked them
over to the opposite side of her desk (out of view of Frank's
office) and picked them up with her right hand. Frank was so
frustrated with his obstructed view that he opted for a better
vantage point. He put his coffee down, and went for a glass of
water every fifteen minutes. Each time, staring at Susan with the
look a dog gives a piece of meat balancing on the edge of a
table. He was trying to will her to drop something. She couldn't
believe how easy it was to toy with poor Frank. She couldn't
believe his bladder hadn't burst yet (drinking all that water).
And, she couldn't believe she actually felt sorry for the
pathetic twerp.
"I must be getting soft," she joked to herself.
By the end of the afternoon, Susan ran out of ideas on how
to get to Ted, and decided to do something that she had long ago
promised herself she would never do -- she made the first move.
It was a first for her. She felt like a woman who was hard up for
attention. But, of course, that was ridiculous.
Ted was making some final calculations when he was startled
by Susan's voice.
"Excuse me, Ted," she said innocently.
He looked up and noticed that she had placed her hands on
the edge of his desk, and was leaning in towards him, with her
shoulders hunched slightly forward.
Susan detected a brief glance at her breasts and smiled,
then continued: "I'm sorry to bother you, but I was wondering if
you were busy tonight."
Ted just stared blankly into her eyes.
"Well, are you?" she asked again, suddenly feeling quite
foolish and self-conscious. She almost expected Ted to ignore her
and stare down at his work, but instead he spoke.
"Why do you ask?" he said conversationally.
Susan couldn't believe her ears. He had such an air of
confidence and power in his voice that she nearly swooned.
"I was hoping that you could give me some advice on how to
deal with a few of my accounts... and... maybe we could catch
some dinner?"
She barely fought the last few words out of her trembling
lips. She felt so childish making up stories in order to go out
with him.
"Why can't I just tell him that I'm strongly attracted to
him and take it from there?" she asked herself.
Once again, Ted was silent for what appeared to be several
long minutes. He stared deeply into Susan's eyes, a small smile
spreading across his lips, and then he spoke again.
"I'd like that very much."
Susan's skin began to tingle and she felt warm all over. She
gave him her address and he said he'd be by at seven to pick her
up. He also added that he would make reservations at 'Chez
Pierre' and that it would be appropriate for her to wear one of
her most elegant outfits. He was very sly as well, as he
mentioned that, although he was very fond of what she was now
wearing, he didn't think that the men in the restaurant would be
able to concentrate long enough to eat. She laughed partly at
what he said (which she took more as a fact than as a joke), but
mostly because of how excited she now was. She was more attracted
to Ted now than she had ever been, and she succeeded in catching
his attention after all.
That night, while they sat in the restaurant, Susan couldn't
believe the transformation Ted had gone through. He had shown up
at her apartment wearing a black suit with fine red pinstripes.
His hair was slicked back, seeming to give more depth to his
face. He appeared to be more muscular and slightly taller than
she had first estimated as well. But there was more to his change
than his physical appearance, he was surging with energy. His
eyes were lit with a fire that moved Susan deep within her soul.
He was bursting with magnetism, and consequently Susan's blood
was boiling.
When he would speak to her, he would lean real close,
brushing his body against hers and looking deeply, longingly into
her eyes. He put his hand on her knee, and she could feel his
warmth. For the second time today, she tingled all over. Slowly
he rubbed his hand up and down her thigh, each time sliding it
further and further under her dress. She reached down and grabbed
hold of his hand, not to stop him, but to feel what he was
feeling, to gain strength from what was coursing through his
veins.
They were out of sight at a private booth in the corner of
the restaurant. And even though she knew the waiter could pop his
head around the corner any second, Susan was totally uninhibited.
She urged his hand all the way up her thigh, until Ted could feel
how wet she was becoming.
Ted leaned over, and their lips met passionately. Their
heads jerked wildly as their tongues thrashed inside each others
mouths. Ted slid his hand under her panties and up inside of her,
one finger at a time. He could feel how hot she was as Susan let
out a tremendous sigh. Soon, her hand was at his crotch trying to
determine how aroused he was. She was on fire, and almost forgot
they were in a restaurant. She couldn't locate the head of his
penis through his pants, so she traced her way back to his
testicles, to begin her search again. She couldn't believe what
she was feeling. His balls were enormous, she couldn't get her
palm around them. As she cupped them in her hand, Ted slid his
tongue down along her neck and moved his hand up to caress her
breasts.
She realized how roughly he was digging his hand into her
blouse, but she didn't mind, in fact, it turned her on even more.
Once again, she slid her hand along his pant leg, and once again
she couldn't believe what she felt. His cock was as thick as any
she'd ever felt, but this one was still soft. It also appeared to
go on for at least a foot or more. Ted's face was now inside her
blouse. He had bitten off the first few buttons, and now held one
of her nipples between his teeth. Susan couldn't believe how
exquisite the pain was, and she tried to bring his hand back down
between her legs. But, he suddenly stopped. He pulled his face
out from beneath her blouse, retrieved his hands, and propped
himself up as he had been sitting before. Susan couldn't imagine
what she had done to turn him off.
Suddenly, the waiter appeared from around the corner, and
Susan held the top of her blouse shut, she couldn't locate the
buttons anywhere. The waiter gave Ted a little smile, as if to
say, "You lucky dog". Ted didn't respond, but rather, said he'd
like another bottle to take home, and that they'd be leaving
without ordering. The waiter was shocked, and then took another
look at Susan. He had never seen a more stunning woman than Susan
in all his life. He then noticed how her shirt was unbuttoned,
and thought he understood where Ted would be getting his dinner
from that night.
From the restaurant, they drove straight to Ted's place.
He didn't say one word on the way there, he didn't even say where
they were going. But, he didn't have to, nor did he have to
convince Susan. She was more than willing. Even though the waiter
had shown up and spoiled the moment, her drive had somehow not
decreased in the least and her hot juices began to overflow. If
she didn't know better, she would've thought that she could
experience an orgasm simply by Ted's presence alone. Needless to
say, she had never met an accountant like this before.
Later that night, after they had finished off the wine,
without having said a word, Susan began to wonder if they were
ever going to have sex. He hadn't kissed, touched, or spoken to
her since they left the restaurant (over an hour ago). And for
some reason, she was too intimidated to ask.
"That's something new," she thought to herself, "me,
intimidated by a man."
After he finished his wine, Ted left the room. Susan
didn't know where he went or what he was doing. She only hoped
that he would be coming back. While he was gone, she took the
time to look around the place. She was in what must be the
living-room. It had a huge ceiling (forty feet up) with a large
chandelier hanging in the center. The walls were lined with
paintings, most of which looked familiar to Susan (she imagined
they must be duplicates of the masters). A large staircase wound
its way around the room, and up to the next floor. The house was
dimly lit by oil lamps, the floors were covered with thick
carpeting, and the windows were lined with red crushed velvet
drapes. The house itself seemed to affect Susan. She felt
helpless, yet undescribably aroused. It was if the entire house
was one big powerful aphrodisiac.
A few moments later, Ted returned. He walked over to Susan
and planted a tender kiss on her lips. He then slid his arms
underneath her body, and lifted her to his chest. The more she
felt of his body, the more impressed she was. He carried her up
the long circling staircase, and into his bedroom. It had the
same dim lighting, the same drapes over the windows, the same
thick carpeting, and more familiar paintings (these looked to be
of the Rubenesque genre). In the center of the room was a king-
sized bed, with brass frame and a red crushed velvet covering.
Ted brought her to the bed and dropped her heavily on top
of it. He then began to run his fingers all over her body. His
eyes met hers, and held them in place. Simply by the touch of his
hands on her body, Susan began to climax. She wanted him inside
her, and he seemed to know this. He grabbed hold of her shirt,
and ripped it from her body. Susan began to quake. She didn't
think about the fifty dollars she had spent on that shirt.
Instead, all that came to her lips was: "YES!".
Her breasts danced with delight as she marvelled at his
strength. He smiled as he caught sight of how hard her nipples
had become, and he smothered them beneath his meaty palms. The
room felt as though it were spinning around Susan. She had never
felt like this before, and she knew this was only the beginning.
He slid his hands down along her stomach, admiring how firm it
was, and then pulled her dress down over her legs. He then
brought his head up between her knees and licked his ways along
her thighs, until he reached her panties. He gripped them with
his teeth, and tore them from her body. Her juices began to flow
onto the bed. She realized her shoes were still on, and struggled
with them until she was able to kick them from her feet. She laid
back and waited for the inevitable. He stripped out of his
clothing, and she couldn't believe she hadn't detected what kind
of a magnificent physique he had. And, now it was all hers, or
should she say she was all its? He then removed his pants, and
she realized he wasn't wearing anything underneath. But that
wasn't what impressed her so much. His penis hung halfway down
his leg. And, what's more, it was at least half the width of her
wrist. She couldn't wait for him to enter her, and she began to
stimulate herself with her fingers.
He climbed onto the bed, spread her legs apart, and lifted
her fingers from her vagina. He nestled his head between her
thighs, and began to lick all around her clitoris. It delivered a
pungent aroma that seemed to be driving him on. His teasing was
torturing her, and she reached down and grabbed the hair on his
head. She began to pull, and instantly, he complied with her
wishes. She felt his tongue about two inches inside of her,
tickling the sides of her vagina as it lashed rapidly about.
Suddenly, it burst forward, and inside of her, for what felt like
another six inches. She nearly pulled the hair from his head, as
her body stiffened under the euphoric shock. Susan hadn't noticed
his tongue was that long when they were kissing, she couldn't
believe it was that long now. She never felt anything so alive
inside of her. She was experiencing the greatest and longest
orgasm of her life, and he still hadn't entered her. He stuck his
tongue out to its full length inside the throbbing walls of her
vagina, then pulled it out, then rapidly repeated this process
several times. Susan was covered in sweat and trembling
feverishly, she felt as though she was about to explode.
Ted was very impressed by Susan's body (no fat in sight) and
grabbed hold of one of her breasts, first sucking on her nipple,
then wrapping his tongue around it, then finally sucking it whole
into his mouth. He then climbed off of her and from the bed.
Slowly he walked around the bed, maintaining a fixed and powerful
glare at her all the while. She was still quaking uncontrollably
and staring up at him hopefully. He grabbed her ankles and pulled
her to the edge of the bed. Susan could now see the full extent
of his manhood as it stood erect at last. It was nearly a foot
and a half in length. She gasped and closed her eyes. She wasn't
sure if she could take all of it in, but, if it meant prolonging
or even increasing her current state of indescribable ecstacy,
she was willing to die trying.
Although he had kept her wanting and waiting for a long time
already, Ted decided to torment her some more. He refused to
enter her, and rubbed his penis along the outside of her vagina
and onto her stomach instead. Susan was begging him to enter her,
and finally he gave her what she wanted. He only stuck the head
in at first, and she felt it swell. Then, slowly, he began to add
inches, until it was nearly all the way inside of her. She could
feel its warmth radiate through her as if it were stretching
throughout her whole body. Then, he pulled it out inch by inch,
slowly, with great care and tenderness. In response, Susan smiled
up at him.
As if not receiving the response he was looking for, he
rammed it all into her with as much painful force as he could
muster. Once again, she experienced pleasure from pain. Her
orgasm was reaching new heights as she tightly grabbed onto the
sheets and froze stiff.
Without warning, he began to pump fiercely, in and out, in
and out. She couldn't believe how hard and fast he was grinding
away. With each inward thrust, a stream of warm juices shot from
her vagina. While continuing to pump maniacally, he leaned
forward and began to chew on her breasts. At first it was
playful, but soon it appeared as though he was trying to draw
blood. Susan was experiencing feelings that she never thought
possible. Every ounce of tissue in her body came to life and
tingled with newfound excitement.
"This is the day I am reborn," she thought to herself, "it's
like I'm being re-baptized."
As if he knew what she was thinking, Ted smiled an evil
smile and then rolled her over onto her stomach. Putting all of
his weight on top of her, he continued to pump away like an
animal. Susan felt the heat of his breath at her ear, then his
tongue as it probed deeply within. Soon, she felt an exquisitely
sharp stinging sensation, as his teeth pierced their way through
her earlobe. Suddenly, he retrieved his penis.
Susan, expecting him to come all over her back and behind,
waited anxiously. But, he didn't. Instead, he shoved it into her
asshole, stuffing it all the way inside. Susan screamed loudly,
overcome with exhaustion and pain. She couldn't believe how much
pleasure he was giving her. She was in awe of this whole
experience. Up until now, she got queasy anytime anyone even
touched her ass, now she had a foot and a half of penis crammed
inside of it and she was loving it.
He grabbed a hold of her long black hair and violently
tugged her head back. As he pumped it in and out of her tight
behind, she bucked under his weight like a stallion. He began to
pump harder and harder, faster and faster, all the while
squeezing her supple breasts as they rocked about from the
commotion.
Before she knew it, he pulled himself out of her ass and
rolled her on to her back. He stood over her and lowered his
throbbing member into her mouth. Once again, this was something
she never would have allowed. She knew he was going to come in
her mouth, and although she had always refused to even touch it
let alone get any on her face, she welcomed it enthusiastically
as she lied there, body still shaking and juices still flowing.
She was becoming a new woman, and nothing was going to get in the
way of this experience of a lifetime -- this everlasting orgasm.
After the first few inches slid over her tongue, she thought
she was going to vomit. But her gag reflexes seemed to have
turned themselves off, and she began to breathe easily through
her nose. It was a strange sensation, but Susan was proud to be
able to do something impressive for Ted in return for all that he
has helped her experience. She could feel it slide down her
throat as he continued to let it fall deeper and deeper inside.
As it passed through her lips, it rubbed against her upper and
lower teeth. Susan knew she couldn't open her mouth any wider,
and hoped they wouldn't bite into it upon reflex. She couldn't
believe how far it was inside of her, as she felt his balls
rubbing against her lips.
He started to remove it and got halfway out before he shoved
it back down inside. Then, he began to pump it as fast and as
violently as he had her ass. Susan couldn't believe what was
happening; she couldn't believe the burning sensation in her
throat; she couldn't believe she hadn't choked to death.
Finally, he stopped pumping and removed half of it from her
mouth. It's head was now brushing against the back of her throat,
teasing her now inoperative gag reflexes. Susan reached up with
her hands and grabbed hold of his cock. Amazingly, it was so
large that she couldn't ring her thumb and fore-finger around it.
She ran her hands back and forth rapidly from his balls to her
lips, and soon he appeared to be quaking as well. Continuing on
for several minutes, Susan marvelled at how long it had taken him
to reach the same point she had reached over an hour ago.
Suddenly, she felt the warmth as his fluid poured through
his stem and emptied into her mouth. The taste was intoxicating,
she had no idea it would be like this. It was like a faucet that
couldn't be turned off, as he came, and came, and came. Susan
thought she was imagining it, but it felt as though he was
swelling up inside her. Then, once again checking its width with
her fingers, she discovered she wasn't imagining anything, it had
actually grown considerably thicker as he came. Ted pulled out of
her mouth and the warm fluid poured down her lips, along her
neck, and onto her large heaving breasts.
Once again, he smiled at her, but it was a much more
menacing smile. He seemed darker now, and his skin felt harder
and more coarse. It didn't change her feelings about him,
however, as she took another look at his penis. It now hung down
past his knees and was considerably thicker than her wrist. Her
mouth watered, and although she couldn't understand how it could
be done, she wanted it all inside of her.
As if obeying her desires, his penis rose to full erection.
Quickly obliging, Ted shoved its head into her vagina before she
could prepare for the impact. With a mighty thrust, he squeezed
it through her swollen vaginal lips and pushed all two feet of it
inside her. Susan rocked and swayed in a state of sexual bliss.
Her juices were now flowing like a river from her vagina. Her
nipples were so hard, they ached. Then, he began to pump.
Once again, he was like a wild animal on top of her. He
pumped it hard and fast continuously for over fifteen minutes.
After the first five, Susan didn't think she'd be able to remain
conscious, but she found the strength.
When he finished pumping, he removed it and laid it down
upon her chest, while sitting on her stomach. Susan noticed that
his skinner had become much darker (redder), and appeared as
though it was drying up. Since her breasts were firm enough to
hold his penis in place unassisted, Ted leaned back and pumped it
back and forth between her tits, up to her lips. She couldn't
believe it, but somehow he had managed to squeeze its head into
her small mouth. Susan tried to circle it with her tongue, but
was unable to. Quickly, he leaned forward, roughly grabbing a
hold of her breasts. He squeezed them until she thought they'd
burst. Susan couldn't believe that this too felt good. She
wondered if he had drugged her wine, then realized that it would
cause all of her senses to dull -- which they most certainly had
not.
Suddenly, he released her breasts and thrusted his penis
against her neck. He stroked himself with both hands until he was
ready to come. He then hauled it away from her face and aimed it
at her chest. It shot out of his penis like a steady stream of
torpedoes, and coated her large firm breasts. Through the on
pour, her nipples stood resiliently erect. His semen flowed down
into her cleavage, between her supple breasts, and onto her
trembling stomach.
Overtaken with ecstacy, Susan found herself covered by the
warm, sticky liquid. Greedily, she grabbed for his penis and
pulled it against her lips. She again wanted a part of him inside
of her, and she sucked what she could from his throbbing penis.
She found herself able to suck down a few mouthfuls, even though
she was already coated with more than any normal man could've
produced in a week. When it was finally sucked dry, she
realized that she could no longer circle both hands around it.
Opening her eyes, she saw that it had stretched out in size yet
again. It had to be at least three feet long and nearly as thick
as her muscular calf. Once again, he changed in appearance,
looking more and more like the creatures in his paintings. But,
his appearance still didn't upset Susan, she wanted more from
him, and she knew he would give it to her.
Holding his giant cock with both hands, he began to strike
her with it. It slapped hard against her beautiful face, then
landed a solid blow to her over-sized wet breasts, causing them
to playfully jiggle up against each other. He then struck her
face with it again, and Susan caught it with both hands on the
rebound. She pulled at it as though she wanted to remove it from
his body. Ted gave her a threatening stare and yanked it from her
grasp. Suddenly, he began to stroke it feverishly. As he held it
up in front of her face, Susan noticed its head was nearly the
size of a baseball. He shoved it against her lips and she tongued
its hole. Shocked and infuriated, he pulled it away from her and
again slapped it across her face.
With a loud bellowing scream, he pressed it against her
open, anticipating lips. Instantly, Susan's cheeks exploded and
she swallowed a mouthful of cum. As soon as she emptied her
mouth, her cheeks exploded again, and again. After a dozen
mouthfuls, Susan couldn't swallow anymore. As the last few drops
trickled from his penis, he pulled it out and let it drop heavily
onto her stomach, with the responsive sound of liquid splashing
noisily within her belly. Susan couldn't believe how much she had
swallowed, and she couldn't believe she wanted more. She believed
she would actually let herself drown in the thick warm liquid.
As she looked at Ted, Susan realized he was no longer the
man she had asked out; he wasn't who she had eaten dinner with;
he wasn't even human. It was Satan himself, standing over her.
His skin was a blackish red and the texture of a worn-out
baseball glove. He had two horns curling out from the top of his
head and his serpent's tongue was flicking out and enticing her.
He was the most hideous sight Susan had ever seen, but the only
thought crossing her mind was how much she wanted him back inside
of her.
His penis was now four feet long and as thick as her meaty
thigh. Once again, he grabbed her ankles and pulled her to the
end of the bed. Blood trickled from her ankles where his nails
had pierced her soft skin. He laughed a powerful and intimidating
laugh, but it only seemed to turn Susan on even more. Her body
was shaking uncontrollably from the orgasm she has been
experiencing for close to two hours, she pictured herself
exploding, simply bursting apart, her body unable to withstand
any more. But, she couldn't bear the thought of him stopping, of
her ecstacy dying away. Her eyes pleaded with him to continue.
This was of course unnecessary, for he never had any intention of
stopping.
As he pushed his mammoth cock inside of her, Susan could
feel the walls of her vagina tearing under the force. Her nails
had shredded through his sheets and were now embedded in his
mattress. She closed her eyes as he collected all of his weight
behind him and jammed every inch of his cock inside of her small
frame. Susan screamed one long, violent and passionate scream,
then fell back silent.
The following day, Ted was sitting at his desk as usual,
working diligently. Susan's desk was empty. It remained empty for
the remainder of the week.
On the following monday, Frank approached Ted's desk. Again,
Ted was hard at work. An average-looking young woman with red
hair and a slim figure accompanied Frank. He introduced her to
Ted as Susan's replacement, Cheryl. Ted waved and gave her a
courteous smile. Cheryl couldn't explain it, but she felt
irresistibly attracted to Ted.
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