Message-ID: <17869eli$9812070429@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: azil@my-dejanews.com Subject: ASS/M: My Reward, Chapter 11 (MC, M/F, preg) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <74fdvd$fdt$1@nnrp1.dejanews.com> My Reward By Azil Copyright 1998 Disclaimers: This is a work of fiction. No character is meant to resemble any specific person, living or dead. Sexual actions of various types will be depicted in this story. This does not mean that the author approves of these actions, has ever performed any of them, or would perform them if given the opportunity. (Nor does it mean that he doesn't, hasn't, and/or wouldn't). This is inappropriate reading material for minors. In many jurisdictions it may be illegal for minors to read it, or for adults to make it available for minors to read. The author urges you not to disobey these laws. Even if it isn't illegal where you are, keep it away from kids anyway. CHAPTER 11: A DAY AT THE OFFICE I got up a bit late the next day, a little tired from the previous night's exertions. I also hadn't slept well, because I had some bad feelings about zapping the Prince family out of existence -- even though what I zapped had never really existed at all. The original idea I had about creating clones was that it would not effect actual human beings -- the real Prince family was totally unaffected by the night's events. But the problem was that I had come to like them, and, clones or not, didn't enjoy zapping them. I told Reward to find a good job for Sharon, so she wouldn't have to give up the kids. Meanwhile, I had to rethink how to use my powers to get maximal fun and minimal guilt. As I got dressed, I wasn't too worried about being late. I was a partner in the agency and nobody was likely to say anything about what time I came in -- although I also never liked to abuse my position. Still, I didn't need to be in until 9:30, when I had a meeting scheduled. I'd make it with no sweat. As I was pulling out of the driveway, I saw Mike Ralston pulling out of his driveway, with Beth, dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, waving goodbye to him. As I pulled into the street after Mike, she waved to me, too. Damn, she looked good. Unfortunately, while I had plenty of time to get to the office before my meeting, I didn't have time to fuck Beth and still get there on time. As I got to the stop sign at the end of the street, however, a thought occurred to me. Reward had told me that I could manipulate "matter and dimensions", or words to that effect. Time is a dimension, so .... I asked Reward if he could fix it so that I could go back and have a quickie with Beth and still leave at the same time as I arrived -- in other words, have the fuck take no time. "Not exactly," was his surprising reply -- the first time he had told me he couldn't do something. "Or rather, I could do that for you, but why not just have time move at a different rate where you are than in the rest of the world. You could have an hour with Mrs. Ralston (I noted that Reward was always a perfect gentleman) be equivalent to a second elsewhere." I told him I'd let him work out the details, just get me to work on time, as I turned around and headed back to home. When I got there, I put the car in the garage and called Beth. She answered on the first ring. "I was hoping you might come back when you saw Mike leaving," she said. "I'll be right over." She was. As she came in, she gave me a big kiss, running her hands down my back and putting them on my ass to pull me forward into her crotch. "I know you don't have much time," she said, taking my hand and pulling me into the bedroom. I could have told her that we could spend a couple days together and it wouldn't even make a minute's difference, but I decided not to. I preferred to see her hurry to grab her fulfillment. She quickly stripped off her blouse and pants, then her bra and panties. I matched her speed, and then enjoyed looking at her hop on the bed and lay on her back. "I just need you so much," she moaned, reaching between her legs to rub her clit, trying to get herself wet enough to quickly invite me in. I joined her on the bed and added my fingers to hers, also applying my mouth to her breast. She was definitely in the mood, and needed little stimulation. A few minutes and I was on her, stroking slowly. Her legs were splayed out widely as she kissed my ear and whispered her thanks. "Oh Tom, thank you for coming back for me. When I saw you this morning, I knew how much I had to have you." I kissed her, then bowed my head to lick her delicious breasts, biting softly on first one nipple, then the other. We fucked for a while in a slow, unrushed manner, but even at that pace Beth's desire drove her to a quick orgasm. I paused briefly after that and then suggested that she get on top. She readily agreed, and squatted over my cock. I've always loved the sight of a woman inserting my cock in her cunt as she squats over me. Then she lowered herself onto me and then gradually built up speed. One of the pleasures of this position for me, besides the great view it affords, is that my hands are free. And now I put them to use -- one on her tits, alternately kneading them and pulling at her nipples, and the other rubbing her clit. Again, it didn't take long before Beth was at the edge of orgasm, but this time I was ready, too. As she got nearer she began to pound down harder and harder. My hands ceased their work and grabbed her hips as I tried to match her strokes. A few more and she came, then a second later I shot my sperm up into her womb. We hugged for a few minutes, then she reluctantly pulled herself off me and headed into the bathroom, after telling me that I'd better quit fucking around and get to work. A little more banter as we got dressed, then a deep, loving kiss at the door, and she was gone. A second later and I was pulling out of the driveway. With a wave to her I drove away, reflecting as I did that it was a good thing that ours was the sort of modern suburban neighborhood where neighbors hardly knew each other, much less spied and gossiped. Nonetheless, I told Reward to make sure that nobody noticed that Beth had been in my house three days running. Also as I drove to work I reflected on what I had just learned about time. How could I best put my ability to manipulate time to work for me? I didn't come up with any great ideas, but I knew I was going to use it somehow. In the meantime, however, my plans for getting to work on time were falling apart -- not because of the second I had spent with Beth, but because of a construction job on East Camelback, not far from my office. As I advanced a car length at a time, taking five minutes to go a block, I began to glance at my watch and fume. Nine-fifteen, and at the rate I was going, it was going to take me more than fifteen minutes just to get to the next light. Then I heard Reward clear his throat (metaphorically speaking). First, he reminded me that I had asked him not to anticipate my requests, then asked if I'd like him to clear the traffic. "You bet!" I replied, at which point all the cars in front of me pulled to the side as though I had a flashing light and siren. I drove past them, all the drivers staring straight ahead, ignoring me. The construction flagman waved me past the equipment, while the other flagman held up the oncoming traffic. As I got to the next light, it changed to green, as did the other two lights I passed through. Any traffic in my lane got out of my way as I approached.. "Wow," I said as I pulled into the parking lot with ten minutes to spare, "that was great! But let's use that only for emergencies, okay, Reward?" He agreed, obviously pleased with my praise. So I hurried into the office, only to find that it didn't make any difference anyway, because the 9:30 meeting had been canceled. So much for super-powers. The meeting being canceled, however, gave me the chance to decide whether I wanted to use Reward at work. I'd very much like to have Mark Vincent, the President/CEO and senior partner, retire. We'd all been trying to persuade him for almost two years. The problem was that he was a very nice man and none of us had the guts to tell him that the business had passed him by. I decided to think about it a little more -- like all the other things I had thought about, I was reluctant to make major changes that would affect the real world, especially the people around me. I could also use Reward to land the three accounts we were currently competing for. But again, I didn't want to do that until I had had a chance to think about the consequences. I had a pile of paperwork to take care of, which was not something I wanted to do -- but I quickly realized that that was somewhere I could definitely use Reward. "Reward," I said, "get this stuff completed with notes on everything saying what I would have done after reviewing it completely." The pile of paper immediately had sticky-notes all over it (in my handwriting) telling me what my decisions were. I checked a couple and saw that they were indeed done exactly as I would have if I had given them my full attention and careful consideration. I walked out to the administrative assistant I was temporarily sharing with Michelle Hawks, another partner. We were advertising to hire me a new one, since my previous one had moved to Tucson, of all places. I handed her a morning's worth of work, done in a second, and breathed a sigh of relief as I headed back into my office, free to play computer games, or surf the net, or even do some work I enjoyed doing. So it was that at eleven o'clock I was playing hearts (and winning), when Merianne (sic) O'Connor, one of our AE's (who had a tendency to annoy me a bit with her know-it-all attitude), brought around our new summer intern. "Good morning, Tom," she said, breezing in. "I'd like you to meet Deborah Kowalski, who will be working with us this summer. Deborah, this is Tom Mallory, our Exec VP of business development." "Hi, Tom," said the new arrival, with a dazzling smile. "I'm Debbie. I'm really looking forward to working with you." I saw Merianne frown as the girl introduced herself. I knew she felt that a female executive should never use or allow others to use a diminutive form of her name. Debbie Kowalski, however, could do damn near anything she wanted as far as I was concerned. As we talked briefly, I learned that she was about to begin her senior year at ASU, where she was majoring in, you guessed it, advertising. At the same time, I learned by observation that she was bright, energetic, friendly, and had a sense of humor. She was also pretty, though more cute than knock-out. She was about five-two and I would guess maybe 105. She was slender, with a beautiful little butt that showed up nicely even in the dress-for-success business suit she was wearing. She had brown eyes and brown hair in a style that used to be called a pageboy. I couldn't help it. I knew I was going to be fucking her soon. I had considered briefly declaring the office off-limits for sex, but hadn't made up my mind -- Debbie Kowalski made it up for me. I didn't want to do anything with her for the moment, however -- I needed to think about how I was going to have her. At that moment, however, something happened that changed the office environment even more dramatically. Linda Hooper, the office manager, came in as Debbie and Merianne were leaving to let me know that she had found my new administrative assistant. "That's great," I said, genuinely excited. I was tired of sharing, and I had several projects that had been waiting for some help. "Send her in -- what's her name?" "Sharon Prince," Linda said, turning to go get my new helper. Omigod, I thought as I waited. What's going on here? And then I remembered -- I had told Reward to find her a job so she wouldn't lose the kids ... this must have been his solution. Reward then piped up, very pleased with himself, telling me that he figured he was killing two birds with one stone -- Sharon had a job and "You enjoyed their company so much last night that this way you'll have the opportunity to continue the relationship." The only problem was, of course, that I didn't know if it was a good idea to "continue the relationship." Reward pointed out that I could change the situation if it didn't work, and that settled it. Just then, Linda came back in, followed by Sharon, and introduced us. Sharon, dressed in a gray business suit, came forward to shake my hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Mallory, I'm really looking forward to working with you." I told her to call me Tom and assured her that I was looking forward to having her in the office (privately enjoying the double entendre). Linda left us and Sharon sat down, asking me when I wanted her to start. "I hadn't really expected to get hired this quickly," she added. "You must have really impressed Linda," I answered. Not that Linda had a choice, I reflected, after Reward had done his work. Normally, of course, no one would be hired on the first interview, and no assistant would be hired until being interviewed by the person he/she would be working for. And of course no one with Sharon's lack of qualifications would ever be hired -- Linda had rejected a dozen applicants far more qualified than Sharon Prince. Reward reminded me, as I thought of this, that I could have him give Sharon whatever job qualifications or industry knowledge I wanted her to have. Sharon and I settled on having her start the next Monday, so she could make daycare arrangements for her kids -- she was kind enough to tell me she had two girls. With that we shook hands and Sharon left. As she did so, I had Reward work two thoughts into her mind -- first, that her new boss was just about the nicest and sexiest guy she had ever met and the beginning of a sexual yearning for me; and second, that it might not be a bad career move to be sexually available to me. Thus a couple thoughts were converging on the target -- an affair with that great guy, Tom Mallory. Her gray-covered ass wiggled in an unbusinesslike manner as she left. Lunchtime found me having my usual double cheeseburger deluxe with fries at the coffee shop on the corner, giving thanks that I need no longer worry about cholesterol. I had just finished and had started to get up from the small booth I was in when I noticed the waitress at the next station. She was about twenty (just guessing), blonde, grey eyes, and about 5'8". Very pretty in a slightly dumb-blonde sort of way. And she was pregnant-probably about five months. I've always found that women are extra-attractive when they're pregnant. Maybe not so much late in the pregnancy, when their weight is making them tired and drains their energy-but certainly in the months when the bulge is just beginning. This one was blossoming. She was pretty, she was happy, she was joking with her customers. I reflected that I hadn't had a pregnant woman in over ten years-so I decided to have this one. I consulted with Reward, who advised me that he could slow down the rest of the coffee shop, so that our fuck would take less than a second. To their eyes, our movements would be so fast that we would be effectively invisible, but he'd make us totally invisible anyway. I told him I liked the idea, and had him clear a group of diners from the biggest booth in the corner. Her name was Diana, I learned. I had Reward make her totally suggestible, just as if she were deeply hypnotized. "Hi, Diana," I said. "Hello," she replied. "Are you my master?" "Yes," I answered, thinking that "Master" was a nice touch by Reward. She stood still. Her facial expression was normal, no frozen staring or anything. She was just waiting patiently to be told what to do. "I want you to take off your clothes, Diana." She immediately began unbuttoning her uniform dress (an unattractive brown). It dropped to the floor. None of the diners around us glanced at her-none in fact moved at all. She reached behind herself to unsnap the special bra, jutting her swollen breasts toward me. I reached out to squeeze and caress one breast and she paused until I was finished. Then she removed her maternity panties and stood before me, her large breasts, engorged with milk, sagging only slightly, her belly swollen with life, and below her crotch. I had Reward remove her hair, and then asked her to join me in the big booth. As we settled in I began to instruct her. "You're very much in love with me, aren't you, Diana?" "Yes, Master, I love you." She moved closer to me and a look of devotion came into her pretty grey eyes. "You want me to make love to you, don't you, Diana?" "Yes, Master, I want you to love me." Now she leaned closer still, and put her hand on my thigh, sliding it toward my crotch. "You want more than anything to satisfy me, don't you, Diana?" "Yes, Master, I want to satisfy you." Her hand began to rub my cock through my pants. "You are hoping I will allow you to suck my cock, aren't you, Diana?" "Yes, please, Master, let me suck your cock." Now she slid down on the floor under the table and began to unzip my pants. "But I will only let you suck my cock if you suck it better than you have ever done anything in your life." "Oh Master, please-I promise it will be the best blowjob ever." I arched upward to let her pull down my pants. She placed her mouth over my cock expectantly. "Go ahead, Diana," I allowed graciously, "you may suck my cock." "Thank you, Master," she said, excitement making her voice shake. Then she took nearly my whole cock with one motion. Her blowjob was good, although there was perhaps a bit too much of her teeth in it. Still, she got the head most of the way into her throat, and it took me only a few minutes to come, sending several jets of my sperm down her throat. Although she coughed and gagged slightly, she took the whole load and licked my cock clean. "That was very good, Diana," I told her, getting a smile of gratitude and pride. "Now I know that you would like to be fucked, wouldn't you?" "Yes, Master, I want you to fuck me." "But I don't know if you'll be a good fuck, Diana." She looked crushed, as though she was about to cry. I was afraid I might have gone too far. "Please, Master," she said with a note of desperation, holding on to my cock as though it was her most valued possession, "please fuck me. I'll try to make it a very good fuck." I signaled with my hand that she could get off the floor and sit next to me. When she was settled I took a tit in each hand and began to knead them. "You like me to play with your tits, don't you, Diana?" "I love having you play with my tits." She shivered as I tweaked each nipple. I loved the feel of her breasts, probably average size normally and with the firmness of youth, but now swollen with her pregnancy. I rubbed and squeezed them as she began breathing harder. "You want to come, don't you, Diana." "Yes, Master, I want to come." "I will let you come then, Diana, when I stick my finger in your cunt." With that, I stuck a finger hard up her vagina and she came in a series of convulsions. As she recovered, I laid her back on the naugahyde cushions and rubbed her big belly. I felt the smoothness of the skin stretched taut by the swelling life inside her. Then I ran my hand down the slope of her lower belly to her smooth cuntlips. "Open your cunt for your Master, Diana." She obediently reached down and pulled the lips apart, spreading her legs as wide as the narrow seat would allow. I looked at the gaping hole for a few minutes, just enjoying the sight, then inserted my tongue and tasted her warm moistness. My tongue burrowed deep into her fuckhole, then swept upward over her clit. She mewled her pleasure as I attacked her clit again and again, until finally I drew back. "What do you want me to do, Diana?" "Whatever you want to do, Master." "Do you want me to fuck you, Diana? Do you want to be fucked hard? "Yes, Master, please fuck me hard." Her pregnancy was not so far advanced as to preclude missionary position, so I decided to start there. I got on top of her and said, "You may put my cock in your cunt, Diana." "Thank you, Master," she said as she did so. As soon as my cock was placed in her fuckhole I rammed it forward as hard as I could. She was thoroughly lubricated, but still the sudden, rough entrance was a shock and she gasped with as much pain as pleasure. My next strokes were just as hard, but she was ready for them, and pulled back her legs to give me more room to pound her cunt. I rammed her as hard as I could for as long as I could, and she howled with lust, begging to be used by her master. I slammed into her harder and harder, finally filling her with my sperm As I got off her, stepping away from the narrow seat, she fell to her knees to clean my cock with her mouth. "Thank you, Master," she said when she was finished, hugging my waist. Then she looked up at me, with a sad expression. "I wish I was a virgin for you, Master," she said sadly, "but all I have is my ass." She turned around and got on all fours. "Will you take it?" she asked reaching behind to open the cheeks. It was such a nice gift from a loving slave that I could hardly turn it down, though I had thought I was finished with her (obviously Reward had done a thorough job of programming her). I stepped up behind her and slid my cock between her ass cheeks, widened by pregnancy. She grunted once with discomfort as I entered, then again on my first hard stroke. After a few strokes she began to feel the pleasure and then began thrusting back. I quickened the pace and reached under to squeeze her swollen tits. "Take me, Master," she panted. "Fuck your slave hard." I pushed into her harder and squeezed on her tits, then told her to take me in her mouth. She quickly pulled her ass away from my cock and swung around as quickly as her awkward body would allow. My cock had a few specks of brown, but she didn't hesitate to swallow it. My first spurt went down her throat, but then I pulled out and spurted twice on her face, with a few dribbles on her tits and big belly. "Good job, Diana," I said, as she smiled with pleasure, and returned my cock to her mouth to clean it. She dressed me, then walked me to the door, asking when I would return. I told her I'd be back soon, then instructed Reward to return everything (especially Diana) to normal as soon as I left. -----------== Posted via Deja News, The Discussion Network ==---------- http://www.dejanews.com/ Search, Read, Discuss, or Start Your Own -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----