Message-ID: <20150eli$9902220712@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: azil@my-dejanews.com Subject: {ASSM} Repost: My Reward Ch21 (MC, MF, Mf16) 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: <7apf6a$5ds$1@nnrp1.dejanews.com> My Reward By Azil Copyright 1998-99 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 21: STILL BUSY Like I said, it was a busy day. I had a prospect coming in to tour our offices, I had to meet with Michelle to discuss renting more space because we were growing so fast, and Sharon and I had to work on another new biz presentation we had coming up. With so much going on, I was surprised when I got my reminder call from the receptionist. "It's 12:30, Mr. Mallory," she said, "you asked me to remind you." I thanked her and told Sharon we could get together again at 2:30 to finish the job. She was a bit disappointed - I think she wanted to go to lunch with me, but I didn't have time to assuage her feelings. I went over to the Ritz-Carlton, becoming Tom O'Malley when I passed through the doors. I was to meet Ashley at 12:45 in the lobby, and she was already there when I arrived a couple minutes ahead of time. She gave me a big smile and a peck on the cheek. I gave her the choice of crossing the street for lunch at Planet Hollywood or having room service up in my suite. A hard choice for any teenager, but she opted for room service. I placed an order with the concierge and took Ashley upstairs. I don't know if the Ritz-Carlton would normally give a guest problems over taking a teenaged girl upstairs, but I told Reward to deal with it. Ashley was properly impressed with my suite and the view of Camelback Mountain from my balcony, but I managed to drag her away long enough for a quick fuck before the food arrived. When we finished, after cuddling a while and washing up, I had Reward provide robes for us. I don't normally wear a robe, but I thought Ashley might prefer it to getting dressed or eating lunch in the nude. She did, lovingly running her hands again and again over the surface of the red, pure silk garment Reward provided her. It was really great looking, and I thought about how much I'd enjoy running my own hands over it. But just then the food arrived. I had them set up the table in front of the window to the balcony, so we could get the view without the heat. Ashley hid in the bedroom while the table was set up, too embarrassed to let the waiters see her in her robe. It was a basic meat and potatoes meal, distinguished only by the setting and the company, but we both enjoyed it. The conversation covered a wide range, since we were still very much at the "getting to know you" stage. We discussed family (Tom O'Malley didn't have any, winning him great gobs of sympathy), homes (I described my beach house, which grew more elaborate the more I talked), and goals (Tom: fun and money; Ashley: love). Ashley was so impressed with my outrageous description of the house that she was practically salivating at the thought of seeing it (so was I, truth to tell). I asked her when she would be able to get away for a weekend, so she could visit me there. As soon as I said it, I realized I had strayed onto dangerous ground, since sixteen year old girls have a considerably harder time getting away for weekends than eighteen year olds. Ashley stammered around the question for a long time before I took mercy on her and changed the subject. I could see panic in her eyes though, resulting from her realization that sooner or later (and more likely sooner) she was going to have to fess up. At the end of the meal we were discussing fantasies, a subject we both danced around, me because I couldn't very well tell her all my fantasies were being fulfilled (I made something up), Ashley because the subject embarrassed her. She said she'd tell me some other time. "You know," she said teasingly, "there was something else I put off till next time." "Really?" I feigned ignorance. "And what might that be?" She came around to my side of the table and knelt in front of me. She didn't say anything, she just opened my robe and put my cock in her mouth. A girl's first blowjob is generally not a work of art, and Ashley's was no exception. The thrill is in knowing that she is willing to try something new to please her man, and that was good enough for me - next time I'd have Reward give her some technical advice. Technique seemed to be the only problem - after a tentative beginning she certainly didn't lack in enthusiasm, nearly sucking the skin off my cock. I didn't want to come in her mouth the first time, so after a while, with my dick thoroughly hard, I picked her up and carried her over to the bed, laid her down, opened her robe, and entered her softly. Her arms wrapped around me, hugging me near her as her hips rose up to meet my thrusts. A thing she hadn't learned yet was to wrap her legs around, something I really like - so I had Reward suggest the idea to her, and she responded by hugging my waist with her thighs and digging her heels into my butt, spurring me to bang harder into her pussy. The blowjob had brought me near to the edge, so I didn't have far to go, but I held on with Reward's help until her panting told me she was ready. Then I picked up the pace for a series of hard, fast strokes and we came together. As we lay together afterward, her head nestled under my chin, she asked me when I had to leave. "You mean you haven't had enough?" I teased. "Are you insatiable?" "Well, maybe," she replied, with a peck on my cheek. "Some day when we have a lot of time, we'll have to see what it takes to satisfy me. But really, when do you have to go?" "I've got the rest of the afternoon," I answered, which for our purposes was true. "When do you have to be home?" That reminded her, apparently, of the age question, because she didn't answer for a long time. Finally, after saying she had to be home about three, she asked, "Tom, if you found out I had lied to you about something, would you be real mad at me?" I lifted her head and placed her beside me so we could look at each other. I knew this was a time for serious talk. "Nobody likes being lied to, but whether I'd be upset would depend on the lie," I answered. "Everybody lies sometimes -- some are more serious than others." She was quiet again for a while. Then, "Yesterday, I told you I'm eighteen?" She phrased it as a question. I nodded. "Well, you see," she paused and started over. "I was afraid that, like, you wouldn't like me if you thought I was just a kid, you know?" "Uh huh." "And then just now when you were talking about going with you for a weekend, and I knew I couldn't do that, you know?" "Uh huh." "Uh, well, I'm, uh, sixteen." She cowered slightly after completing her speech, and I could tell she was relieved when I didn't scream something along the lines of "You're WHAT?" I waited a while before saying, "You know, Ashley, that's the sort of lie that could get a guy into a lot of trouble." "I'm really sorry, Tom, I just wanted to be with you." She was near to tears. "Don't worry," I said softly, lightly kissing her forehead. "It doesn't matter now - I couldn't give you up if I had to." She squealed with joy and hugged me tight. "Oh god, I've been so afraid that I finally found the right guy, and you were going to leave me." She kissed me rapidly two or three times, then squeezed me tight again. "Tom, I love you so much." We kissed and hugged for a long time. Finally she lay back on the bed and sighed. "I really wish I could spend a weekend with you." She smiled. "Part of it is that I want to see your house, but even if it was just here or anywhere," she cuddled into me again, "it would just be so cool to spend a whole night together." "Well, maybe we can work something out," I said consolingly, figuring that Reward could arrange some way to fix her parents. Turn them deaf and blind for a weekend? Probably not. "I don't think so," she said sadly. "My parents are leaving for a long weekend for some kind of convention in the fall, but they've already arranged for me to stay with my friend Sarah." "Huh?" I said inelegantly. "I'm gonna be staying with a friend of mine from school, Sarah Mallory," she explained. Oh my, I thought to myself, this could be interesting. And/or disastrous. Ashley got up then and walked out to the balcony, retying her robe. I followed. It was a beautiful view, I thought, and it would be nice to sit out here and enjoy it with Ashley for a while, if it just weren't so blasted hot. "Do you want me to cool it down?" asked Reward. Now, why didn't I think of that? "Damn right," I said, telling him to make sure Ashley didn't think anything was strange about the sudden temperature change. "Isn't it a beautiful day?" she asked, leaning back against me to look out over the valley toward the mountain. "It sure is," I said with feeling, as the temperature dropped about thirty degrees, to a comfortable eighty. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close to me as we enjoyed the pleasant breeze. After a while, though, the closeness had its effect, and my cock began to stir against her butt, the thin robes doing little to disguise its actions. Ashley snuggled closer against me, taking particular care to wiggle her little butt deeper into my crotch. "Is that what I think it is?" she asked coyly. "You know darn well what it is," I said, kissing her hair. "You're so sexy, I can't have you this close to me for very long without wanting to do something about it." "Aren't you the one who was calling me insatiable?" she asked teasingly, at the same time rubbing her ass against me some more. "I guess we're well matched," I said as my hands glided over the silk robe to cup her tiny breasts. The feel of the silk rubbing against her sensitive breasts had her moaning after only a few seconds (and it felt damn near as good to me). I kissed her neck and shoulders as one hand coursed down to her belly, lightly massaging her skin with the silk, while the other remained on her tit, rubbing back and forth across her nipple, bringing it quickly to rock-hard erectness. Speaking of which, she reached behind herself to wrap my cock in silk and pump it gently, the silk caressing it softly as her fist rubbed slowly up and down the length of my rod. I returned the favor by pushing a fold of silk into Ashley's pussy and gently rubbing it against her clit. She reacted like I had run an electrical charge through her, immediately stiffening, then relaxing with a sigh. "God, that's good," she breathed, "do it some more." I was only too happy to comply with her demand, and soon had her gasping with pleasure again. Finally she said weakly, "Let's go inside, I've got to have it." I had a better idea, though. I wanted to take advantage of the beauty of the scene, so I maneuvered Ashley over to the railing. She realized what I was up to and said in a panic, "We can't do it out here!" "Who's going to see us?" I answered reasonably, and bent her over the railing, pulling up the hem of her robe to reveal her softly rounded little butt. She separated her legs and I stepped between them, pulling her lips apart and slowly sliding my cock into her. Then I reached under and began rubbing her breasts again through the silk. If she had any further doubts about the propriety of our actions, this drove them totally out of her mind. Matter of fact, it drove her totally out of her mind. She grunted as I softly tweaked her nipples, then began thrusting her hips back hard against me. I hunched over her now, both of us leaning over the balcony railing looking down at the swimming pool thirty floors below as I slammed harder and harder into her cunt. (Don't try this without a Reward to protect you). I stopped. Ashley whimpered as I pulled out of her, but smiled happily when I turned her around and picked her up, easing her pussy down on my cock. Then she wrapped her legs around my waist, and her arms around my neck, as she plastered my lips with a huge kiss, then forced my lips apart to spear her tongue into me. I held her butt and guided her as she slammed her hips against me, fucking me with all her strength. Her breath came out in a series of little squeaks synchronized with her fucking motions. After a few moments we were about to come, and I looked around for a softer surface. I had Reward put a chair behind me and sat in it. Now she was straddled over me, her legs on the cushion of the chair. With greater support, she was able to fuck faster and harder, her hips riding my cock up and down as fast as she could go, pounding herself into a frenzy, until she could stand it no more and came with a series of yelps, collapsing on me as I sprayed her cunt full of my juice. She laid on me for a long time, just hugging me. "It feels so good," she whispered finally in my ear, "just lying here, feeling you inside me." Then she kissed my cheek and reluctantly separated us. "But I guess it's time to go." We got dressed slowly, interrupting ourselves frequently with hugs and kisses and words of love. But eventually we managed to get ourselves out of the room. A busy day. After Ashley and I had kissed our way to the door, then behaved ever so discreetly leaving the hotel, I returned to work. There Sharon and I worked some more on the presentation, Sharon being a bit pissy, I thought, and acting rather hurt about not being invited to lunch. I had arranged Sharon's mentality so that she would see having a relationship with me as advantageous to her career (besides finding me terribly sexy). Now I discovered, upon examining her thinking process after getting tired of her rotten mood, that she had taken the career advancement idea one step further. She had decided she wanted to have a career as Mrs. Mallory. My first idea was to put a quick end to any thinking of that sort. My second was to hold off. Her reaction was natural - natural in terms of building on the programming she had been given - and offered some possibilities. What if, I asked myself, I let her think I'm a prime candidate for marriage? Hold out the carrot, so to speak. Would she put more passion into our sex? If she thought I was on the line, would she attempt to pull me over, cock-first? Could be fun seeing what happened, so I decided to let her try to earn her wedding ring. Our work pretty much done, I suggested that we knock off for the day. But before Sharon left, I asked her how things were going in her latest dispute with her ex-husband. She filled me in, which gave me the opportunity to talk about my personal life. Telling Reward to have her believe every word I said, I began on a long, sad story along the lines of "my wife doesn't understand me." A little bit of truth about rotten sex got embellished into Chris being Bad Wife of the Year. Sharon listened, making sympathetic noises throughout, especially when I said, "I never thought I'd actually consider divorce, but sometimes it seems like the only thing I can do." "I'm really sorry to see anyone go through this," she said when I was finished whining. "I can sympathize -- you know the situation I was going through when I was hired here." She walked around my desk. "Maybe I can do a little something to make you feel better," she grinned as she knelt between my legs. In a moment my cock was in her mouth. She ran her lips up and down the shaft and sucked me hard for several minutes before I lifted her head and motioned for her to get up on my desk. There she hiked her skirt up to her waist as I pulled down her panties. Then she was spread wide and I was licking the juices that poured out of her pussy as her ass squirmed on the mahogany. Soon she was coming loudly enough to alert building security if Reward didn't prevent such things. As she came down, I stood over the desk and entered her in one hard stroke, bringing a quick intake of breath, then a whispered, "oh yes . . . ." I stroked her standing over her for a while, then, as my climax neared, I lowered myself onto the desktop with her and slammed her harder and harder. Her legs closed around me as she breathed deeply, her breath pulsing in my ear. Again she came, this time a series of grunts as each wave of pleasure passed through her body, her cunt tightening around my cock and sucking out my juice. We lay locked together as our senses returned, then at last she spoke. "Tom, you know I'll do anything, absolutely anything, to help you get through this." I kissed her. "I know I can count on you, and that helps a lot." We got up from the desk and moved over to the couch, where she leaned against me for a while. Soon our hugs turned to kisses and our kisses turned to mutual masturbation, and then we were on the floor, Sharon on hands and knees, her skirt still around her waist, and I was in her again. I fondled her tits through her blouse as we fucked, and she sighed with pleasure as I stroked her more slowly this time. I stuck a finger in her ass -- I didn't think she was ready for buttfucking yet, but my finger was staking my claim. She wiggled her ass against my finger, inviting it in. When I had stroked her butt a few times, she turned her head and looked at me fondling her ass. She smiled. "If you want it, take it," she said. To say I was surprised would be putting it mildly. As I said, I didn't think she was anywhere near ready for anal, and I figured she'd need prompting from Reward to ever be ready. My surprise must have shown on my face because she smiled again, almost laughing, and said, "I just want you to have all of me." No further urging was needed. I slid my cock out of her pussy and slowly inserted it in her butt. "Go slow, darling," was all she said, wincing slightly as the head entered. Aided by Reward, the entry was fairly smooth, and soon my cock was seated deep in her bowels. "Does it feel okay?" I asked. She nodded and again said, "Just go slow." I pulled out most of the way, very slowly, then reinserted, just slightly faster. Getting no objections, I repeated the action, a bit faster, meanwhile reaching under her to play with her pussy. A few more strokes, steadily faster, and she was responding, pushing her hips back against my belly with little grunts. At that point, I let go of her clit and started fucking her hard. Her butt slammed back at me as she got into her first assfuck. The tightness of her anal ring was driving me crazy and I had to spear her faster. I lowered her down so she was lying on the floor, then I reached under her to grab her tits. Now lying on top of her, I fucked down into her virgin ass, squeezing her tits hard. "Yes, Tom, that's it," she breathed. "I want all of you." I gave her all of me then, slamming my cock one more time all the way into her butt, spewing my sperm into her bowels. Later, as I walked her to her car she said, "Anything I can do for you, just ask. Anything." Like I said, a busy day. If I counted correctly, it was six fucks, three blowjobs, and one buttfuck. But I may be missing something. And I got some work done, too. As I headed home I thought I might spend a quiet evening being Emperor of China, or perhaps a feudal baron exercising my droit du signeur. -----------== 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 | ----