Message-ID: <23874asstr$956743812@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: corp.supernews.com!not-for-mail From: "Jack of all trades" X-Original-Message-ID: Reply-To: "Jack of all trades" X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V5.00.2615.200 Subject: {ASSM} (New) Final Return <*> Jack (MF, oral, anal) Date: Wed, 26 Apr 2000 06:10:12 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, dennyw This work of fiction is for the entertainment of adults in locations where it is legal. If it is illegal in your location, don't read it! This work is copyrighted. Reposting or any other use is strictly prohibited without the express, written permission of the copyright holder. E-mail me, I'll probably give you permission. I just want to know and control where it is posted. This story may be posted as part of a review or to the ASSM archive. My thanks to Expert Editor, Ruthie, for her editing and suggestions. Any errors you find are my fault not hers. Tell me what you liked, or didn't like. Please! E-mail address: tradesjackofall@hotmail.com My stories can be found at my website: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/j/wwwoat or http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Jack_of_all_Trades/ Copyright 2000 by Jack of all Trades Some of you may have noted my absence from posting for the last month. Some may not have cared. I thought I'd at least explain my absence for those who did. This story goes a long way toward describing what I was really doing when all I wanted to do was write - and dream up a woman named Cassie. I want to thank Ruthie again for all her help. She fussed over this story well beyond what I had any right to expect. She made it better. I am truly grateful. Final Return "There you go, Cassie. That should be the last of them," I said. Night had fallen long ago outside my office window and in the moonlight I could see the rooftops and tall spires of the buildings around me. A few still had lights in them, probably cleaning crews or other accounting firms. Before me stood Cassie, our temporary assistant. She had come to us through her college work internship program. "I'll get them down to the post office right away," Cassie responded. "I really appreciate your staying late to run the errands." Cassie professed a desire to enter public accounting upon graduation and wanted the experience of working in a CPA firm during tax season to add to her resume. Cassie had been a joy, bending to each task, no matter how insignificant, with a will. She would go far if she kept that zeal. "I don't mind. I figure the midnight run to the post office is just part of the experience." I laughed. "If you decide you want to pursue public accounting give us a call. You did a great job. Come in a few hours late tomorrow and stick around so you can join in on the staff luncheon." "I will. I better get moving, Mr. Stevens, or these won't get posted before midnight." "Good night, Cassie." "Good night, Mr. Stevens." I closed the door behind Cassie while she carried the final stack of returns and requests for extensions. I was free, finally free. I consulted my watch. The deadline had arrived - correction, would arrive in fifteen minutes. We had taken care of our clients and the pressure was off. Each year was the same. The same clients invariably brought their returns in late and expected us to work miracles before the filing deadline or called at the last minute and begged us to get an extension. But that was behind me, at least until next year. Now I could do the things I loved. My partners had finished up and left a half-hour earlier. The staff accountants had gone home about the same time. Cassie had been kind enough to wait around for me to sign the last few returns and run them to the post office. I knew I should go home, but there really wasn't a good reason to do so. My kids were all in bed, and so was my wife. I could relax here just as easily as there. I opened the cabinet, fixed myself a tumbler of Jack Daniels, got a few cubes of ice from the kitchen, and returned to my desk. I sat in front of my computer. It was time to play. I logged onto the net and started Outlook to browse the newsgroups. I opened ASSD to catch up on what my friends had been doing during my absence. For the last month I had been unable to do more than give the group a cursory glance. I saw Celeste had posted a review so I checked to see if any of my stories had made it. All right, "S-E-X" got straight 10's, I'll need to get that posted to the website. That definitely put me in a good mood. I read a few more posts, then an idea for a story popped into my head. I started Word and began to type. I got through the opening paragraphs and clicked into the ASSM newsgroup to check something for the story when the call of nature struck. I grabbed a magazine and headed to the bathroom. Twenty minutes later I returned to my office to find Cassie standing behind my desk reading my computer screen. Well I guess my dirty little secret was out. "Hello, Cassie, I thought you were going home after the post office." Cassie jumped, I guess she hadn't heard me coming. "I forgot my jacket, so I came back to get it. I wanted to tell you how much I enjoyed working here on my internship, but you weren't here, so I decided to wait." "Well, you're welcome. As I said we would be happy to hire you back after you graduate." "I think I'd like that." "Was there anything interesting on the screen?" I tried to sound nonchalant. "There's always something interesting in alt.sex.stories.moderated." My raised eyebrows must have betrayed my surprise. "So you read it?" "Oh God, yes. So do my friends." This was getting more and more interesting. "You have a favorite writer?" "There are a lot of good ones. DrSpin, E.Z.Riter, Souvie, Virago Blue, John Jameson, the list could go on and on. I think my favorite writer quit though. He hasn't posted anything in a month. He used to post something pretty much every week or two." "Oh, who would that be?" "Jack of all Trades." I hadn't seen that coming. "Why him?" "I don't know, sometimes he's funny, other times he's sad. He wrote this great story, 'Sometimes Love Is Not Enough.' I cried so much when I read it I almost used up a box of Kleenex. His stories just get to me I guess." I had always wanted to meet a fan. I guess my wish had come true. "You already know one of my little secrets, that I like to read sex stories. Ready for another?" "What do you mean?" I stepped beside her, grabbed the mouse, and activated the taskbar. I clicked on Word to bring up the story. "Read that." Cassie read for a moment then she looked up at me. Her eyes were wide. "You're him? You're Jack of all Trades?" I smiled heroically and responded, "In the flesh." The way she looked at me, I felt like Harrison Ford playing Indiana Jones. For a second I could even hear the theme music. "Oh, God, this is so cool. I mean, I always wanted to meet someone who wrote these stories, but I never in a million years thought I'd get to meet you. Can I ask you some questions?" "Sure. Pull up a chair and ask away." It was only an expression. The chair was there, right next to my desk, and she dropped into it while I sat back in mine. "How do you get your ideas?" "Something pops into my head, and I start writing. Usually what I end up with isn't how it started. 'Sometimes' was supposed to be a light-hearted story about a guy with a horse who met a girl and they had sex. That one went far afield from the original idea." "I'll say. Do you use real people, real events for your stories?" I considered her question. As it stood, she knew I read and wrote sex stories, an embarrassment if my colleagues found out but nothing I couldn't laugh off if I had to. I sure wasn't ready to tell her all my dirty little secrets. One of the first things you learn in public accounting is how to cover your ass. I covered mine. "Not really, a healthy imagination and a dirty mind give me the situations. Someone I saw at the mall or movies, or anywhere for that matter, might give me the physical description of my character." I took a healthy swallow of my Jack Daniels. "But they seem so real, the situations, like they could have happened. I thought for sure they were real." "Thanks, Cassie. Then I did my job well as a writer." "You and your wife must have a wonderful sex life to be able to write about the things you do. I guess that's why I never see anything about threesomes." It could have been the alcohol, but I doubt it. "I've never been in a threesome that I wanted to write about," I quipped. Immediately I wanted to take it back, but it hung out there waiting for Cassie to pounce. A smug smile appeared on her face. She pounced. "I thought you said you don't write about actual experiences." "Maybe you should consider law school," I jested. "No thanks, I like accounting. I'm not sure I could live with myself if I were a lawyer. You're trying to change the subject, aren't you?" I was indeed, and poorly, given how easily she saw through it. "Cassie, my sex life..." "Is the basis for your stories, isn't it? Come on, you can tell me, I know how to keep a secret." "You really ought to consider law." Cassie laughed. "No way. Come on, tell me the truth," she persisted. I was feeling mellow, so I said, "You have to promise me that you hold what I tell you in strictest confidence. You tell no one else, is that clear?" Yeah, I guess I can try to blame it on the drink. Truth is, I liked the idea of telling someone, of telling Cassie. "You can bet on it." She sat forward in her seat, her elbows resting on her knees, cupping her chin in her hands. "My wife and I have an open marriage. As long as we tell each other and use precautions, we're free to experience others. Each woman in my stories is a composite of women I've had sex with or would have liked to have sex with. The men, well, I guess there's a little bit of me in each of them. Mostly, the situations aren't real, but on the rare occasions that I do use a real situation, I'm careful not to use the real people." "Oh." She sounded disappointed. "Sorry to burst your bubble." "So have you and Ruthie..." "God no," I laughed. Ruthie lives in California. The only sex we've had has been on paper. She has me well trained." Cassie smirked. "I love those little throwaway lines but what does it mean? Are you saying Ruthie leads you around on a leash like a little puppy?" I laughed. "If you ever end up writing, you'll find out that you will put up with almost anything if you find a great editor. Besides, if I ever get around to doing the sequel on 'Tied Up' I might get to put a leash on her." "That would be interesting, I'd like to read about that. So you don't write about actual experiences but you do have them. Why won't you write about them?" "Would you really like to have sex with someone, then see it all in print sometime?" Her soft brown eyes sparkled with mischief. "God, yes! That would be so hot." I raised my eyebrows. "Really?" Cassie studied me for a moment. She licked her lips. "Are you offering?" "Are you?" I asked blithely. This was getting serious. I thought it was banter, but was it? I studied Cassie with lascivious intent. The fresh-faced intern morphed before my eyes into a desirable young woman graced with a youthful, nubile body. I was amazed I hadn't seen her in this light before. "Mr. Stevens..." "Call me Jack." "Jack. Do you promise to write about it?" "Yes." "Okay then." Cassie stood up. She pulled her blouse from her skirt and began to work the buttons. Each button exposed more and more of her cream-colored skin. I could feel myself hardening in my pants. She unhooked the last button and let her blouse slide down her arms to the floor. She stood for a moment letting me drink in the sight of her. She reached behind, unhooked her bra, and let it fall away to the floor. She looked down at herself. "I'm afraid they're not much." "They're beautiful." And they were. Her breasts were small but perfect, and she had large areolas that were a sight to see. Her nipples were semi-erect already. I longed to suck on them. She turned her back to me. "Would you unzip me?" My fingers trembled slightly as I pulled down the zipper on her skirt. She stepped away and let it drop to the floor. She hooked her fingers under the elastic of her panties, wriggled a bit as she worked them over her hips, then slid them down her legs. She kicked off her heels and stepped out of them. God, she was gorgeous. I could have stared at her forever. "Your turn," she said, smiling at me. I undressed as quickly as I could, almost strangling myself with my tie. When I finished, I stepped toward her. Inches separated us. "You're sure this is what you want?" I asked. Silly question, I'll admit, but I didn't want to take advantage. Cassie closed the last few inches and pressed her body against mine. "I'm sure," she said as she offered her lips to my mouth. Our kiss was soft and gentle at first, then demanding. Tongues sought each other, explored mouths. Hands caressed flesh, raised goose bumps. I went from mildly aroused to overheated in seconds. I wanted to feel all of her, taste all of her. I picked Cassie up and sat her on the edge of my desk. My mouth descended on her perfect little breast, sucked it into my mouth. Cassie held my head against her chest. My teeth nibbled at her nipple, now turgid in my mouth. I nipped and teased, sucked and laved. She pulled me to her other breast, where I began anew. "Oh God, that feels so good. Play with me," she murmured. My fingers slid into her wetness and used the lubrication to softly stroke her clit. "Ah, that's it. God, I'm so hot, I could come just from this. Bite my nipples, I love to have them bitten." I chewed on her nipples and was rewarded with a deep keening moan as Cassie flushed and came on my fingers. I couldn't stand it, I was dying to taste her. I laid her back on the desk and planted my mouth over her sex. My tongue delved inside to taste her ambrosia. Lord, was she sweet. I feasted on her, my tongue occasionally playing with her clit. Cassie moaned and groaned under the onslaught. Her breath was coming in pants now, her body trembled. I sucked her clit into my mouth and lashed at it with my tongue while she convulsed against my face. I waited while she came down from her orgasm. "Oh, Jack, that was so good. I need you inside me. Please fuck me, please." Her voice was husky and hoarse, pulled from somewhere deep inside her. I opened the desk drawer and reached in back where I had hidden a few condoms. I grabbed one and opened it, rolling it over my cock. She spread her legs and I stepped between them. The desk was just the right height. I guided my cock to her hole and slid inside. Jesus, she was hot and tight. I relished the satiny heat of her pussy. My cock slid slowly back and forth inside her. I wouldn't last long. The sensations were exquisite. "Harder, Jack! Fuck me harder and faster!" My hips pistoned between her legs, driving my cock in and out of her. Our groins slammed together on each down stroke, eliciting moans from both of us. God, she was good. Her nails raked at my chest, spurring me into more violent strokes. I could feel the orgasm building in my balls, the rapturous ache just before release. I drove deeply inside her and froze, shooting spurt after spurt of my come. Cassie moaned under me, the walls of her cunt milking the sperm from my cock. I pulled out and stripped the condom from my deflating cock. I tied the condom in a knot and buried it in the bottom of the trashcan. Cassie had sat up by then and I came back to her. We kissed passionately. Jesus, was she hot. My mind wanted her again. My dick, on the other hand, would not rise to the occasion. "Would you like to fuck my ass?" she asked, right out of the blue. I groaned. Lord, would I! My cock even lurched at the thought, then settled back down. "I'm afraid he doesn't have it in him," I said glancing down at my cock. Cassie laughed. "Maybe if I talk with him." She pushed me back into my chair and knelt between my legs. She wet her lips, then laved the head with her soft pink tongue. I reveled in the sensations as she nibbled and licked. Her fingers rolled my balls softly as she coaxed life back into my cock. She continued to lick and suck until she had me on the edge, then she sat back, smiling. "I think he's ready now." "I don't have any lubrication," I groaned. Cassie got up and fished in her purse. She came back and handed me a tube of KY. "Don't leave home without it," she said gleefully. I laughed. "I'll keep that in mind." I squirted some onto my hand while Cassie leaned over my desk. I lubricated around the tight bud of her anus, then slowly slid a finger inside. "Yesss," Cassie hissed. "God, I love having something in my ass. Do another finger, get me loose." I slid another finger in beside my first and slowly pumped them in and out. "Oh, that's so good. Give me your cock. Hurry!" I grabbed another condom out of the drawer and rolled it on. I got my dick slick with KY, took a deep breath, and asked, "Ready?" as I placed my cock against her anus. "God, yes. Fuck my ass! Bury it deep." I pushed forward, and after some initial resistance my cock slid inside her ass. Cassie moaned as I breached her sphincter. "That's it, fuck my ass hard. I need it deep inside me." I drove forward until my groin slammed against the cheeks of her ass then pulled back quickly and slammed forward again. "Jesus, yes, like that, keep fucking me like that." I could feel Cassie's fingers working back and forth over her clit. I drove in and out of her tight asshole, the heat was unbelievable, almost burning. Cassie bucked her ass back against me, slamming me deep inside her with each stroke. "That's it, fuck my ass with your big cock. I want to feel you come in my ass." I moaned and speeded up my thrusts, Cassie meeting me stroke for stroke. I pounded her ass relentlessly. She reached under and fondled my balls each time they came within reach. I could feel myself getting close when Cassie screamed and her ass contracted around my cock. It was heavenly torture when I erupted deep within her bowels. I collapsed over her back and wrapped her tightly in my arms while we both quivered and moaned through the aftershocks. I stood up, withdrawing from her ass, and disposed of the condom. I began to dress while Cassie did the same. "Will it make a good story?" she asked. "I would think so." "It couldn't possibly be as good as the real thing." "Nothing ever is." "No, I guess not. If... if I came to work here, could we do that again?" "That would be up to you. It wouldn't be a condition of your employment." "I'd like to." "So would I." We were dressed now. I walked over to Cassie and took her hands. "You decide what you want to do. We could do it even if you didn't work here, so don't let that be the basis for your decision." "So I could call you to get together?" "You know the number." "Yeah, I guess I do," she laughed. I pulled her into my arms and shared a final passionate kiss. "You were wonderful." "So were you. I better see this story posted." "As soon as I get it typed up and Ruthie vets it." "Oh God, Ruthie will know about this?" "Once it's posted everyone will know about it." "Will you change my name?" "If you want me to." "Please." I nodded. I walked Cassie to the door and saw her out. I came back to my office, the smell of sex heavy in the air. I hoped Cassie would come to work for us. I could feel the ache in my loins already. END -- Jack of all Trades E-mail: tradesjackofall@hotmail.com My stories can be found at my website: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/j/wwwoat or http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Jack_of_all_Trades/ -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+