Message-ID: <4791eli$9710112006@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: rlspartan@aol.com (RLSparTan) X-Good-Line-Length: yes Subject: New Story: Come, Harvest 2/3 (a little bit of everything) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <19971011042601.AAA10317@ladder01.news.aol.com> COME, HARVEST 2/3 No one under eighteen years of age should be reading this. Wait until you get older so stories like this can be understood in the proper perspective and you can draw clear lines between fantasy and reality. This story may not be reproduced or reposted except with permission of the author. COME, HARVEST part 2 My new job promised to be exciting. The company was a boutique finance firm which provided both senior and mezzanine debt to middle market sized companies. It was a twenty person firm owned by three partners, Dave, Jack, and Alan. The partners were all young, dynamic guys, successful and in good shape. I became the unspoken center of attention in the office and among the partners. Things were going well for me these days both personally and in business. I was getting my cream quota from many different sources. In fact, back in college, I started my own personal sperm bank. I collected samplings as mementos from the various studs I had milked. I would take the extracted samples and put them into clear vials to which I added a solution to preserve the specimen and keep it from dehydrating. The past six months, I had grown my collection at the fastest clip yet. Presently, I had well over a hundred vials with names attached. I would periodically examine them to stimulate past memories as well as to stimulate current twat juices. Despite all that energy spent gathering, I graduated college with honors. I was determined to be successful in business as well and I put in serious hours at the new firm. That’s why I got so mad one night at the office Christmas party when I inadvertently overheard a conversation through an air vent from an adjoining bedroom. The three voices I heard were Sharon, Cindy and Darlene, the wives of my three bosses. “I don’t know why they hired her, but I don’t trust her.” “Oh, c’mon Sharon. You mean you don’t trust Dave.” “We’re serious Cindy,” said Sharon. “Look at her, those knockers sticking out two feet. If those melons were any bigger they could sell them at the farm stand.” “Listen, Cindy, would you trust Jack on an out of town business trip with her?” said Darlene. She and Alan are supposed to go on a trip in two weeks and I don’t like it.” “But how can you hold things against her because of her looks?” “Don’t be naive, Cindy,” said Sharon. “A young woman as beautiful as that given a junior associate position right off the bat. You know what that’s all about. She’s got our boys mesmerized. I don’t like it and I’m going to get her fired.” “How can you do that?” asked Cindy. “Dave will do anything I want if I hound him enough,” said Sharon. “Before we were married the bastard made me sign a prenuptial agreement so I won’t ever divorce him but believe me, eventually, I always get what I want from him. He has to live with me,” she concluded with a wicked tone in her voice. “And I’ll work on Alan,” said Darlene. It may take a while, but shortly after the coming year, little Miss perfect will be canned and shipped off to a new meat market.” “Well, I’m out of this,” said Cindy. “She’s given me no reason to want to see her fired. I think you two are being unfair.” This was bad news. Even without Cindy working on Jack, having Dave and Alan wanting me out was more than enough to do the job. In fact, I knew Dave alone held 60% of the shares as founding partner and his wife, Sharon, was the ringleader of this little conspiracy. I had no sexual interest in their men. Not that they weren’t attractive--they were. It’s just unprofessional to screw where you work. I mean, I’m capable of anything as the episode with Danny proved, but I had to have damn good cause; well, these two bitches had just given it to me. I was going to have to move quickly to preempt Sharon and Darlene. Little did they know that they had just created a self fulfilling prophecy and soon, there would be two new contributors to my sperm bank. I did leave town two weeks later with Alan on that business trip. We were in another city for three days, each of us operating out of separate suites in a posh hotel. Before the trip, I had called around to professional video suppliers and located exactly what I needed: a high resolution video recorder with a tiny remote pen camera like they use for medical exams or in spy movies. It was an expensive rental, but one I knew would pay off in spades. I rigged the gear up in my room and tested it. It worked perfectly. That night Alan and I worked until eight o’clock but there was still more work to prepare for the next day. After dinner, I began to implement my plan. “Look, Alan, I’m a little tired, but give me a few minutes to get changed and freshen up then why don’t you meet in me in my suite and we can finish preparing for tomorrow?” “Sounds like a plan,” he replied. “Good. Come by then in about thirty minutes.” I returned to my suite, showered, and put on a very loose fitting blouse but no bra. The blouse was not extremely low cut as to be obviously provocative but when I bent over my waist in front of the mirror, an ample view of my bare tits was afforded including the nipples with their huge dark coronas that made men wild. Sans panties, I then donned a light material skirt cut well above the knees. Without the panties and positioning the lights in the room a certain way, my thick dark bush--a genetic asset from my Mediterranean background-- was outlined ever so slightly at the top juncture of my thighs. One final check of the video equipment and all was ready. A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door and I opened it. “Come on in,” I invited Alan with a warm smile and a flash of my perfect white teeth. “Feeling better?” he asked. “Definitely. I got a second wind and I’m ready for anything,” this said with emphasis on the “anything”. “Great. Shall we get to it?” “Sure,” I replied. “Join me for a drink first?” “Why not? I could use something at this point. How about a scotch and soda?” “Coming up.” I went to the mini bar and poured our drinks, making sure to bend over as far as I could. I estimated this maneuver would give him a view of my pussy lips protruding below the crack of my ass and above the juncture of my thighs along with some tufts of the luxuriant dark hair lining my slit. As soon as I turned, I saw his eyes dart to one side. As I neared him to hand over the drink, I noticed his hand shaking so I assumed his first look at my pussy had done the job. Now I closed in for the kill. I bent over the coffee table to hand him the drink. “Why don’t you taste it first to see if it’s to your liking,” I said, freezing in my leaning position with a big smile. I saw his eyes glance down my blouse and I turned my head to the side for a moment as if looking for something in the corner of the room. I knew he could not look at my eyes and down my blouse at the same time and I wanted him to get a good view of my tits. After some seconds, he made a sound to clear his throat and said, “Uh, yeah...this is great.” I then sat down on the sofa next to him and he started going through the motions of work. I kept leaning forward as if to examine the figures on the table. His words and his train of thought kept drifting off each time he feasted his eyes on my round paps, now just an arms length from his grasp. Finally, I felt his hands coming under the bottom of the loose blouse top, reaching around to cup my tits, his forefingers and thumbs kneading my nipples to into hard points . Without removing his hands, I turned my face to his. I saw a look of uncertainty. He was probably wondering if he did the right thing. “Mmm, that feels good,” I purred to reassure him. That was enough. He then started running one hand up and down my leg while the other continued working my tit. Slowly, his caressing hand spiraled up my leg and thigh. He then used his hand to slide the ends of his fingers up and down the sensitive skin at the juncture of my inner thigh and the sides of my pussy lips, being careful to not yet breach the folds covering my juicing hole. Now he wanted the whole package. He easily pulled the blouse over my head and outstretched arms,then yanked my skirt down and off my legs. He pushed me back to a supine position on the sofa, grasped the insides of my thighs above the knees and split my legs as far apart as they would go. I saw the feral look of triumph on his face, finally getting a first hand look at the pussy that had been tantalizing him all night. “Jesus, that is the hairiest most beautiful cunt I’ve ever seen.” He used both hands to spread my pussy lips so that I could feel the cool air flicking at the opening of my lewdly exposed orifice. He moved his head in, running his nose and lips through my hairy thatch, collecting the moisture there like gathering dew drops from a lush field of grass. Moving slightly downward, the bridge of his nose slid along my clit as he deeply inhaled to smell my aroma. I knew he was wild about my body and wanted to fill his senses with me. Finally, he tucked his hands under my ass, drew my pussy tight to his face and started to eat me with abandon. I came hard after a few minutes. He then lost no time in plunging his meat into me and it went in smooth as butter thanks to the copious lube I produced. “Shit, Jesus, you big titted, gorgeous cunt! Fuck me back with that wet, hairy pussy!” He was growling like an animal out of control, squeezing my tits, inserting one, then two fingers up my pussy lubed asshole. He squeezed the membrane separating my ass and pussy between his fingers and his pumping cock. I maneuvered to make sure the camera got all this and I fucked him until he rolled off me panting like a dog. I had preprogrammed this session for him to come three times: once inside of me, once when I would blow him and finally when I would jerk him off. I already had his stuff in me. Ten minutes later, I sucked him back to a plank hard edge, and my wet mouth in concert with my ball caressing fingers soon had his cock shooting its warm stuff down my throat in torrents. This was to satisfy my sense of taste. Last of all I needed my souvenir, my trophy for my collection of memorabilia. “Hell baby, I’m exhausted. Don’t you quit?” he asked with half opened lids. “Now, you just relax, honey. Close your eyes and let me do the work. Just lie back,” I said as I lulled him into semi- consciousness. I began the masturbation of his cock. Using my own juices to facilitate the process, I expertly stroked his manhood, easing my grip at the base of his dick, exerting more squeeze and pressure on the upstroke to stimulate the sensitive glans on the underside of the cock head. His cock grew progressively in length until suddenly, it seemed to get hotter and instantly jump to full extension in my palm. His balls tightened as did his thigh and ass muscles, then pearly cream began to fountain out of the cock end in frothy waves. The cum didn’t squirt out--I had drained him of too much stuff earlier--but it did flow out smoothly, bountifully, and in a steady rhythm. I loved being able to see the tangible results of my manipulations, something that men really can’t experience to any great degree in the obverse. I got up to go into the bathroom, ostensibly to wash off. I cupped every drop of Alan’s shoot in my right hand. Once in the bathroom, I pulled out a vial with Alan’s name on it and deposited his cum into the vial. I licked off any residue that spilled over the sides, wiped the vial clean and then used an eyedropper to add the preservative. I packed the vial away. I then placed my arms on the wash basin and leaned against the sink. I smiled, closed my eyes and thought: one down, one to go. END PART 2 -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /