Message-ID: <32519asstr$1000523403@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: textuality534762@aol.com (Cliterati) X-Original-Message-ID: Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit NNTP-Posting-Date: 15 Sep 2001 00:52:59 GMT X-ASSTR-Arrival-Date: 14 Sep 2001 17:52:59 -0700 Subject: {ASSM} Business Meeting (M/F, oral, consens) Date: Fri, 14 Sep 2001 23:10:03 -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: kelly, hecate, gill-bates 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 in which you reside, please do not continue. -------------------------------------------------------------- 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. -------------------------------------------------------------- Originally published at http://www.cliterati.co.uk Because women like sex too (Submissions welcome) -------------------------------------------------------------- -- 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. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+