Message-ID: <13383eli$9807252007@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: rob4play@aol.com (Rob4Play) Subject: Remember the Alamo - 3 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: <1998072518563300.OAA00263@ladder01.news.aol.com> Remember the Alamo! - Part 3 of 4 =================== The Standard Disclaimer ================== The following may or may not be a work of total fiction. The characters, names, and places may or may not be products of my imagination and any resemblance to anybody or anything, living or dead, could be purely coincidental. This story contains potentially obscene terms and sexually explicit content that may may find to be offensive. This would, perhaps, include my freshman English professor although I kinda suspect the internet would have be a real blast for her. If you are offended by such material, or if you are under 21years old, or whatever age your local law requires, you have the option to stop now and not continue reading. However, by continuing to read you are making the following statement: I am of legal age, I want to read a potentially obscene story, and it is legal for me to view potentially obscene terms in my community, state, nation or province. If you're not sure... STOP now ..... Delete this text ..... This isn't being forced on you. Otherwise ................ :-) ====================================================== Her other hand followed, adding more cum, creating a little creamy puddle of cum on her aureole, her nipple sticking out like a tiny mountain. As she stirred the cum around her aureole, I leaned towards her breast, wanting to lick my semen from her giving nipple. My hand continued to ply in her cunt, trying to give her an orgasm.., wanting her to come. The cum tasted salty in my mouth: I licked and kissed it off her hard nipple, then rose to share it with her in a deep, soul rendering kiss. Off to our right, something started to beep. "Beep-beep-beep. Beep-beep-beep." "Shit, we're out of time, you've gotta go, I've got to get dressed." Paula exclaimed. Paula slurped my tongue with hers ending in a hard intense kiss. She pushed me away, sliding out from underneath and stood up, leaning over the back of the couch, retrieving her brassiere. She began to re-encase her succulent breasts. Her breasts bulged together as she hooked the brassiere together from the front. "Get dressed, get dressed now!" she ordered me. I hastily began to put my clothes back on, watching Paula pick up the black silk dress from it's hiding place. It flowed, like a river, over her head, sliding down her compact body. She zipped it up, moving quickly. "God, you didn't even cum Paula" I said. "No problem, no problem. Y O U did .... that's what I wanted. Don't worry 'bout it .... next time." She picked up her trench coat from the floor, retrieving the manila envelop from the book case next to the couch just as I slid back into my loafers. My tie was still undone, but basically, I was ready to get back on the road. I glanced at my watch as we left the office. We still had about five minutes left! As we passed her office, she chucked her trench coat in the door onto a chair. The envelop dropped on the top of a file cabinet. I continued to follow her to the door in the lobby. She stopped. As expected, she wrapped her arms around me, hugging, kissing me. "Paula, I'm sorry that you didn't ...." "Play, play, don't worry. I planned for the possibility." "Planned?" I said, a puzzled look on my face. Paula's face wore a "I know something you don't" look. 'What the hell did she mean, "planned?"' I wondered to myself. Paula's cute mouth opened: "...figured with the cock-print warm up, then spread eagling on the couch; you'd blow your rocks real fucking fast. And, Baby, and that's just what I wanted you to do. We only had so much time, .... had to be a quickie." "But, but what do you mean by 'planned,'" I said. "I, ..... I set the alarm early; just in case. Ah..... ah, so you could get dressed, out of here and, .... a ..... you could still get me off." Paula turned, bending down in front of a little credenza in the lobby as I asked, "How ....... how the fuck........?? Cutting me off, she said "It's tool time!" She turned In her hand she held a motorized hand massager, its black electrical cord dandling to the ground. At the end of the cord was a weirdly contrasting orange extension cord already plugged into the wall. Paula moved her right leg aside, simultaneously pulling her skirt up over her thighs, bunching it up, pulling. Her black patch slid into view. Red garter belt. Black, fish-net stockings She placed the massager in my hands. Slipping my fingers in between the two multi-coiled steel straps, I watched Paula pulling her silk dress up above her waist, bunching it, holding it up with her hands. She leaned back against the paneled wall, sliding down a bit, placing her feet apart on the floor, arching her pelvis forward. Her black-covered cunt crowned the top of the inverted vee made by her legs. She thrust her hips, in and out, slid her hand between her legs. "Do me," she said. "Fuckin make me cum!" The switch under my thumb clicked forward, its hum shattering the silence of the office. My hand vibrated in its straps and foam base-plate padding. This would drive her, pussy and all, right up the wall. I turned my hand upwards, extending my fingers, sliding them between her legs. I could feel her thigh pressing against the top of the motor. As my electrically driven fingers vibrated in high-C in Paula's pussy, she rocked her pelvis back and forth across my electrified fingers, arching against the wall, thrusting her juicy slit on my fingers, freezing as they found her clit. Kissing her, frenching the remaining molecules of cum from her mouth, I orbited my hand lightly through her cunt. Fuck she was wet! I trailed juice and vibrator onto her fleshy thigh, pressing in. "Back! back! .....," she gasped. Minutes passed: Paula writhed. Passion scrawled across her face. Her warm breath swirled around my face. She was very close to cumming.. Paula's voluptuous breasts felt like large grapefruits; filling my kneading fingers. I could feel her hardened nipple, warm, pressable flesh ...... hidden underneath black silk and floraled black brassiere. With a catch in her throat, Paula exclaimed "Oh!, oh! .... cumming, ....... cumming now. I pressed into her breast, lifted her pussy on my vibrating fingers................... 'Absolute, whore-fucking madness' would not describe Paula's cumming! Against the whir of the motor, the super-vibration of my fingers on her clit, my hand shoving into her dripping, blood swollen pussy's wetness, she came and came and came. In a few seconds, the touch of her hand told me it was over. As she turned the switch off, I gave her a final press upwards into her pussy. Sagging back into the wall, her body heaving in deep breaths of exhaustion, of satisfaction, Paula said, "God! you can't imagine what that felt like. Never've done that ..... " Her composure suddenly change, head glancing towards her wrist watch. "Tie your tie, you gotta go" she said. Her dress swirled back down her legs. Paula looked like Paula. Not a hint of sex, other than her large breasts heaving underneath her black silk dress suggested what had happened in such a short time. I knotted my tie, half-Windsor style, in the glass of the receptionists window, watching Paula behind me. The door partially opened to the chill outside. We kissed; parting. Long, strong and deep. I felt her breasts on my chest again sliding my hand between for one last feel. "Paula," I said. "one last kiss and I've gotta go." ... "You're getting it," she said, her breath tickling my ear. "No................" I softly whispered into her ear, ".....kiss me good-bye with your pussy." I watched her eyes open with surprise. Her body telegraphed her understanding. "Ummmmm!" she said, "I love the way you think!" She backed away from me, closed the door. I dropped to one knee then on both, watching her pull her dress up again, leaning back into the wall, opening her legs again. Leaning way down and over, I moved into the black triangle of her love. Angling my neck, not exactly as comfortably as I'd of liked, my mouth met her pubic hair, probing into it for her slit, for her wetness. Paula raised her leg along the side of my face. My tongue slid into her wet, wonderfully smelly labia. It licked on her being. I slid my finger into vagina, then back out, pressing her inner walls, stretching her opening. With final passion, I kissed deeply, affectionately into pussy. I pursed my lips, sucking her cunt flesh, feeling her little clit on the tip of my tongue. Mashing upward into her, I gave her a final butterfly. She groaned with pleasure. "Oh fuuuucccckk!" she said. "We gotta do this again. AND SOON!" Her hand pressed against the back of my head. The sound of a car arriving across the graveled lot, broke the trance. It stopped. A door opened, then closed. Paula's released her dress, smoothing hair with her hand. I rose from the floor, grabbing for my brief case, wiping her juice from my face, smelling it on my hand. As the door opened, Paula, now recomposed, shook my hand. "Well, Mr. Byrd, I think what you've shown me today would be most helpful in our office operations. Few things to straighten out, but, sounds like you guys can really make things come along. ....Call me before you come this way again, ........ we can , a , work on ..... go over things in greater detail. I left, on time. "All that in twenty-five fucking minutes?" I thought to myself as I drove away. To Be Continued -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----