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Subject: {ASSM} Business Meeting (M/F, oral, consens)
Date: Fri, 14 Sep 2001 23:10:03 -0400
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This is a work of adult fiction and should be read only by adults.  
It is also my work. Please respect this and do not repost it elsewhere
without my consent. If you are not allowed to read works with sexual
content, either
due to your age or by virtue of the laws in the geographical location
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Business Meeting

I'd only met him once. He was a techy, far more enthused about the
latest Perl plug in than women, but I'd always had a weakness for
geeks. Something about the combination of intellect, sarcasm and a
tinge of arrogance I suppose. He looked like a classic geek - dark
hair, dark eyes, dark clothes, pale skin - but unlike most of them,
his body was clearly toned underneath the ubquitous NTK T-shirt and he
had a strangely cherubic face. I met him at a business meeting with my
boss, so I couldn't make my intentions too clear, but the eye-contact
was obvious. I wanted him to fuck me right now.

Towards the end of the meeting, I gave him my business card, making up
some spurious excuse as to why he might need it. I knew, and hoped he
knew, that it was to call me for an entirely different type of
business.

He kept me waiting just long enough. He didn't seem over-keen and I'd
already had a few days to think about exactly what I wanted to do to
him. When he eventually e-mailed me to talk 'business' (being far too
geeky to pick up the phone) I eagerly agreed to the meeting.

We arranged to meet in a bar because we were both 'far too busy' to
meet up during working hours. I dressed carefully in flattering jeans,
subtle make-up and a thin white t-shirt that left nothing to the
imagination; one of those 'no effort outfits' that takes far more
effort than glamming up.

He turned up late, with some excuse about having to finish some code.
I let him off on the understanding that he bought me a beer. After
another couple of beers, we'd got the business out of the way and I
got down to the real reason we'd met up.

'So,' I started 'Is your girfriend OK about you meeting up with
strange women in bars then?'
'I wouldn't call you strange' he countered. 'And no, don't think she'd
care. We split up a couple of months ago.'
'Good.' I let my smile give him an indication of where my mind was
going, before excusing myself to leave his mind racing. 'Just got to
nip to the loo.'

By the time I got back, I could tell he'd been thinking. A sardonic
grin played across his lips. 'How about you? Surely your bloke must
worry about you being out late with other men?'
'I do what I want,' I wasn't going to let him know about my love life.
All I wanted him to know was that I wanted him to be a part of it.
'Although it is a bit of a nightmare getting home on my own.' I
continued. 'Public transport's got all kind of weirdos. Where do you
live? Maybe we could share a cab?'

It transpired that he live en-route to my place, so being a gentleman,
he agreed to share a cab. Unfortunately, when we got to his place, I
didn't seem to have any money to get home. He made a gallant effort to
offer me the cash, but I couldn't condone that and instead asked him
to walk me to a cash machine, hoping it would lead to more. Sure
enough, given enough girlie shivering (resulting in him giving me his
jacket to keep me warm) he was soon inviting me back for a coffee.

As soon as we got into his flat, my girlie act stopped. OK, his place
was littered with pizza boxes but the sci-fi stocked bookshelves
diverted my attention. 'Can I borrow this?' I held up a Heinlein book,
famous for his feisty portrayal of women. 'I love his stuff.' He came
towards the bookshelf to check which book I was holding. 'Sure.' He
replied. 'How do you take your coffee?'
'Afterwards'
'Sorry?'
'Afterwards.' Our eyes met and I knew he'd have no objection to what
was coming next. I dropped to my knees and unzipped his flies, still
staring into his eyes. 'I assume you don't mind?' I'd already learned
the only way to deal with arrogance was to give it back. 'Not at all.
It's' he trailed off as I took his cock right to the back of my
throat. 'Fuck' was the only word he uttered as I swirled my tongue
round the tip of it, greedily tasting his already dripping cock. I
disengaged briefly. 'Yep, we'll come to that, but first' I resumed
sucking his cock, licking from root to tip, feeling myself getting
wetter as I tasted him. 'Where did you learn that?' he asked.
'Do you want answers or do you want me to carry on?' As I slid my lips
to the base of his cock and toyed with his balls, his silence was the
only answer I needed. My tongue darted eagerly up and down his shaft
before I started to focus on the ridge underneath the head, bringing
fresh groans from his lips. My hand worked simultaneously with my
mouth and I felt his cock pulsing eagerly at the attention it was
getting. As I felt it start to twitch, I pulled back. 'Well, you have
two choices. You can either come down my throat or you can fuck me
senseless.' He considered for a moment, then told me to stand up,
scooped me into his arms and carried me into the bedroom.

'So do all your business meetings end like this?' he asked.
'Only the fun ones.' I smiled.
'It would be a lot more fun if you were naked.'
'So undress me then'
'Maybe later. First'
He buried his head in my neck, always a weak spot, kissing and licking
it until I could feel my own juices running down my thighs. He sensed
my arousal and pulled my top over my head, moving down to my nipples
and teasing them until they were sore with anticipation. 'Fuck me' I
begged.
'Not yet. Strip for me.'
I slid my jeans off, noticed his cock standing to attention and was
unable to resist running my tongue over its slick head. 'Oh, no. It's
your turn now.'
He lay me back on the bed and started licking my cunt, moving his
hands up to toy with my nipples at the same time. He played with my
clit, sliding a finger into my cunt at the same time, making me ache
for something thicker. 'You're wet.' He murmered.
'That's because I want you to fuck me.'
'Well, if that's what the lady wants.' 
He moved up the bed, pulled on a condom and lay inches above me and
pulling my hands above my head. 'You want it?'
'Yes.'
'You really want it?'
'Yes!'
'You're going to have to tell me.'
'Fuck me, please' I begged, but was cut off mid sentence by the
sensation of his cock sliding in me as deep as it could. 'Fuck, yes.'
I was being filled, almost to the point of pain by his huge cock
thrusting up me. 'Give it to me.' He willingly obliged.

I could feel his excitement as his cock pulsed within me but still he
held back. 'I'm not coming until you have at least once.' I arched my
back, urging him on and rubbing my clit against his hard cock. 'In
fact' He flipped me over so I was sitting astride him, 'I want you to
rub yourself off on my cock.' I ground against him, knowing that the
rules had changed. It may have started out with me in charge but now
he was calling the shots. I slid against his cock, feeling my clit
swelling and getting closer and closer to coming. His breath got
shorter. 'I'm going to come.' I muttered. 'I want you to come inside
me now.'
'Are you sure.' I ground against him some more, feeling my clit
twitch, knowing that the feeling of him coming inside me would send me
over the edge.
'Now.' I begged. I felt his cock start to twitch and started grinding
against him, harder and faster, rubbing myself against him as he
pushed his way further into my cunt. 'Fuck!; we screamed
simultaneously as we both came hard.

I lay on top of him recovering for a while, smiling to myself. I'd got
what I wanted. 'So, about that coffee' I asked. 'Afterwards? OK, I
guess this counts. So far.' He replied.

I lay back on the bed as he went to the kitchen and thought about the
pleasures yet to come.

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Originally published at http://www.cliterati.co.uk 
Because women like sex too
(Submissions welcome)
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