Message-ID: <15031eli$9809050603@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: john_dark@anon.nymserver.com Subject: {Devon}JDR"Her Damned Office Party"(MF cheat oral)[1/1] Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Note: This message was posted by a secure email service. Please report MISUSE OR ABUSE of this automated secure email service to . Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <6sqls3$im7$1@sparky.wolfe.net> JOHN DARK REPOST The following story is posted for the entertainment of adults. If you are below the age of eighteen or are otherwise forbidden to read electronic erotic fiction in your locality, please delete this message now. The story codes in the subject line are intended to inform readers of possible areas that some might find distasteful, but neither the poster nor the author make any guarantee. 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If you keep the story, *PLEASE* keep the copyright disclaimer as well. ===================== 2) This work is copyright by the author. You may download and keep copies for your personal use as long as the author's byline and e-mail address and this paragraph remain on the copies. Posting to newsgroups or on websites is permitted as long as no money is charged for access and as long as the author's byline and e-mail address and this paragraph remain on the story. ===================== Her Damned Office Party a poem by Sean Devon sean9696@aol.com I was late, but not enough Still going: loud and harsh...and drunk I hate her office, and their parties. I find the bar and order up: scotch rocks In the mass and haze I'm hidden safe There she is! My Kate, my treasure My wife, my refuge, my rock Good wife, good mother...and more Just to see her now excites me though Like we've never met. She stands out. Dancing there, she swings and laughs She loves to dance, and me to watch her Tonight there's more...so loose and free Maybe the margaritas...or lack of me? I should go over now, but do not move We have much duty, Kate and I Our jobs, the boys...and money Fine lust's been last in line Although we lie together well The starting job is mine More now, I hear the same: "...so tired..." "...a weeknight..." "Ouch...you're on my hair!" "You know I really don't like to do that." "...this weekend...for sure" "Another scotch, please" How she loves to dance And many times with him...he's new, she says Customer Relations...late 30's Handsome...good dancer...Latin...and dark She looks grating good with him 'Tween each dance they stand and chat He talks...she laughs...and smiles Mmm...that twinkle of her eyes I know it well...and meant for me I should go over now, but do not move Now the music starts again...but slow He takes her hand. She looks around The room...I guess for me. I hide Now together soft. The song goes on And the gap between dissolves The song now done, they move apart Sweet Kate, flushed, scans again for me He whispers soft, she looks at him Slow music on again and now together...close Oh Kate! Her fine fingers soothe his nape No mistaking where it heads His hand glides down her back She stops him? No. Up to him tight Now on her toes, and his knees bend He rubs that place I thought was mine My heart is fast and anger hot But fear and nausea too. But more... Below my belt, I'm hard as rigid steel I feel to go in fifty ways...and more I should go over now, but do not move Now music's done, and lights go up "Gather round, folks!" the boss is saying Thanking all for much hard work Could not be done alone. Kate? I search the crowd...gone...and him! My stiffened panic's now sincere Pushing past..."Excuse me." To get to where they were. Gone! Now, down each darkened hallway Each office checked, but no! Darkened meeting room...door wide ajar "Oh...mmm...Juan...I really can't...mmm" Her voice! Danger? No...I know this tone But not so often now. "Don woory, Kay'-tee!" I should stop this now, but do not move Quick peek to see, then in unseen Now behind a plant, I fix my eyes Together at the window...city lights He behind her. Light kisses on her shoulders Her head back...soft neck...and whispers "Oh, Juan...mmm...not here...this is...crazy...Juan!" Her straps...off shoulders...down "Frank will be...mmm...oh, Juan...mmm...please" Nibbling her ear, strong hand...down her chest "Don woory, Kay'-tee! Don woory!" In her dress now, searching out his prey Now her soft puppy plays in his dark hand "Oh, God, Juan...oooh...mmm...please" His other hand, and now its twin is free "Oh, Kay'-tee, these are mag-nee'-fee-cent!" Protest dying now, she moans and arches up He rolls and pulls her tips at will "Oh, yes Juan...yes...mmm...be rough...mmm" Rough? Kate my God! You never let me... I should stop this now, but do not move Now one hand is 'neath her dress...and up In her cottons deep...and more "Oh, Juan...yess...oh, yess...mmmmmmm!" He's in her now. I know that tune. Leg up to give him more In moments now he stops the game Lifts her on the table...and down Panties slide off writhing legs He sits upon the throne. "Oh, yes.. Juan...hurry...lick me...hard...aaaaah!" Now her high-heeled tentacles Ensnare that handsome face. She lifts and rolls and writhes in lust He just stirs the fires more My God, sweet Kate, my God! These raw and primal sounds...from where? Who else knows her thus? Not me! Her pounding engine full speed now Heading toward the end...and then The whistle screams...full! Save breathing, deadly quiet now Full minutes pass between It's now him that rises first, then... His belt, his pants he works...soft sounds Oh! There it is! Full size...and dark "Kay'-tee, I'm going to fuck you" Ahah! Poor Juan, alas, has fouled! Fool, she hates that ugly word...I think Now bolt upright, she holds his prize "No, Juan...no!" Now she whispers soft Like liquid cat she takes the chair And him still standing tall Now soft hair flows across him Fro and to again...and again. Now, with silky strands she rubs him But what can really happen now? With more she'd find offense And this I know full well. But... Now, with claws extended She dances on his dark beauty Further more she wouldn't do At least she... But now one hand Slides in his pants. "Mmm...Kay'-tee!" Guessing what she does there...nails? "Oh, yess...mmm...harder chiquita" Now painlessly her face rubs him On cheek and nose...and lips And on his tip, she nips and licks And takes a little in. Kate? Tonguing now his length and back Now she slides him in...then out, And makes a wicked purr Like tasting fine filet, she sounds Who is this Kate I've never seen? I should stop this now, but do not move Now with pursed lips and swirling tongue She dives upon his shaft...and moans It seems she cannot get enough He plumbs her deep again...and again Kate? My wife she hated this! Faster now, her head is blurred And by silk hair, he holds her tight My God! She's got him all inside Louder now, her grunts and groans And his sounds show him near Now he stiffens like a board On toes he cries aloud, "Oooooh! Oooooh! Oooooh! Oooooh! My Kate she works with hungry gulps And slurps, and sucks to take his all Despite true valiant efforts though He glistens on her face and chin Oh, Kate I thought you hate this brew And now can't get enough. Look now! She cleans each drop and makes him dry They fixed themselves now. He says "Chiquita, you sure can suck a pene! Well, see you Monday." A kiss and leaves Deep in the chair, she scans the city, Soft tears, "Damn you, Frank, where were you?" I slip outside...and back "Kate? Kate you in here?" "Over here, Frank" "You OK, Honey? Sleeping?" "I'm OK, Frank...I'm OK" I kneel and take her in my arms She holds me in a vise And then weak smiles, "You're late" Eyes down, "You missed all the fun." "I'm sorry. Kate. I'm really sorry" I kiss her cheeks, wet eyes and lips "I love you, Kate." I whisper low "I know, Frank...I know." A warm kiss now...and deep Sweet Kate's so full and ripe Eager now, I taste her kiss...and him "Oh, Frank...fuck me...fuck me now!" Oh, this word now stings my brain! Holding rage, I calmly "Kate, now? Here?" "Yesss...hurry!" hissing Damn you, Kate! That's all you want? Roughly on the floor, I tear her center bare With hardened steel, I plunge deep in her core Now with gasp, "Aaaagh! Oh God, Frank!" I ram again! You harlot! You slutty tart! "Oh yess, Frank...oh yess...oh yess!" Blinded now with rage and more You bitch! You whore! You fucking cunt! "Oh yess, Frank...oh,yess...give me more!" Wildly now, she rakes my back And binds me in her coils I rammed blood hot to split her She wanted even more! Mindless now to match her lust I drove her to the top...and came And came...and came...and came! Driving home, across the car My lovely tigress slept...so soft Clearer now, I see her...my queen Who knew within her temple There was a secret room? Of earlier, my wounded back Is all that's left. All anger gone, I ache for her...to even touch her hand This gentle creature's not the same. And me? A different man. ===================== Her Damned Office Party a poem by Sean Devon -30- -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----