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Subject: {ASSM} The Boss' Daughter - Pt. 2 of 2 (M/F)
Date: Wed, 10 Jul 2002 06:10:03 -0400
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Mike shook his head and said, "No, I heard you talking to Tracey. 
Your voice carried through the window to where I was sitting."

"Are you mad?" she asked. 

"No" he said as he smiled, "but I'm just a man, you know. I have the
same desires as anyone else, and I respond to a beautiful woman as
much as any guy would. However, I'm not going to take advantage of you
by pretending that I thought your game was real."

As he belted his robe around his waist, she said softly, "You think
I'm beautiful?"

"Yes," he said. "Now take your candle and go to sleep." 

He turned to go and felt her hand on his shoulder. Without turning
around, he asked, "What is it, Angela?"

"It's not a game," she said, "not anymore. It might have started that
way, but I don't want it to be a game anymore."

He turned around to face her, and saw her eyes filled with longing and
desire.

"It's not easy to move from being a girl to being a woman," she said. 
"I may have started this as a game when I was just a girl, but the way
I feel, the way touching you made me feel, those feelings aren't part
of a game or part of being a girl. If that's just the beginning of
what it means to be a woman, Mike, then take me rest of the way."

"Are you sure you understand what you're asking?" 

"I think so," she said. "I know there's a lot I don't understand
beyond my fantasies, but I want you to show me."

Mike handed her his candle and bent down to pick up her discarded
nightgown and robe. He slipped one into the cavernous left pocket of
his robe and the other into the right. Then he smiled, bent slightly,
and lifted her into his arms and carried her to his room.

He lowered her to her feet and she turned to set the candles on the
table by his television. When she turned around, he had removed his
robe once more, and she again was left momentarily breathless at the
sight.

He held his hand out to her, and breathing deeply, she took at and
walked into his arms.

She closed her eyes as he lowered his face to hers. Her lips were
faintly brushed by his before their lips met again, more firmly.  In
only a moment, their lips had opened, and their tongues mingled
together, at first tentatively then growing more bold as they joined
in passion's dance.

As they kissed urgently and hungrily, his hands began to move up and
down her body, floating across the skin of her back like a feather,
never stopping but always in motion from her neck to the curve of her
ass until moving up again. Her arms, on the other hand, were firmly
wrapped around his neck, pulling his lips ever tighter to hers and
pushing his tongue ever more deeply into her mouth.

He pulled her arms apart for a moment, and she whimpered softly in
disappointment until she felt him place her hand on his cock.
Remembering the brief demonstration she had received in the kitchen,
she stroked the staff gently, feeling the moistness of the precum
coating the palm of her hand.

He took her hand and lifted it to her lips, and after a moment, she
understood and flicked her tongue out to sample the first fruits of
his arousal. It took only a single taste, before she had lowered her
hand to gather more of the slick substance to taste.

Mike took a step back toward the bed and sat on the edge, and taking
her hand in his, he gently pulled her down so she was on her knees
between her legs.

"Kiss it," he said softly. "Lick it. Taste it." 

She tentatively reached her tongue out and ran it softly across the
purple head. He moaned softly, and she smiled and began licking more
in earnest. In between soft murmurs of pleasure, he guided her to the
most sensitive places on the underside of the shaft and across the sac
of his balls before allowing her to return to the glistening crown.

Looking at him questioningly, she opened her mouth and slowly slipped
her lips around the head of his cock. He moaned a bit louder now, his
hands running through her hair to assure her that she was doing
nothing wrong.

It didn't take long for them to establish a regular rhythm, as she
took his cock gradually deeper and deeper into her mouth, and he began
rocking his hips in perfect synchronization to the movements of her
head.

After a few moments, he pulled her head off of his cock, and when she
looked at him curiously, he said, "If you keep that up, I'm going to
cum pretty soon and I don't want to surprise you."

She smiled and immediately took his cock back into her mouth, sucking
even harder than she had been. Her hands had been gently moving across
his cock and balls as she sucked on him, and as she found the spot at
the base of the sac where she elicited a groan, she focused her
fingertips there.

"Ohhh, goddd, Angelaaaaaaa, ....." Mike began, and then his words
trailed off into moans and sighs as his cock began to fire into her
mouth.  Angela immediately began working her lips and tongue to take
it all in, but a few trickles leaked out around the corners of her
mouth. As his cock softened, she lifted her lips from it and used a
finger to gather up the cum from her cheeks and chin and suck it in.
She then gently lapped at his cock to carefully clean it from the tip
of the head to the base of the shaft.

Mike laid back and sighed. "My god, Angela, are you sure you've never
done that before?"

She climbed up on the bed next to him and nestled beneath his arm. 

"Tracey's dad has a stash of movies that he doesn't know she's found",
she said grinning. "Neither she nor I have never done this before, but
we've seen it a lot."

Mike wrapped his arm around her shoulders and said, "You and Tracey
seem quite, um, close."

She blushed and said, "Well, we were in health class together in 8th
grade, and once, when we got together to study for our test, we got a
little, uh, carried away. A couple years ago, we popped each other's
cherries with our dildos, but mostly we get each other off while we
talk about the hot guys we'd like to be with."

Mike chuckled, "So how come neither of you have wound up with some
stud from school?"

She buried her face into his neck and mumbled something. When he asked
her what she said, she lifted her face and said, blushing beet red
now, "We both wanted it to be you."

With that, she buried her face in his neck again until he slowly
lifted it and, looking into her eyes, said, "Don't be embarrassed. 
I'm really quite flattered."

"Would you, um, want to be with her?" 

"Only if that's what you want," Mike said. With a grin, he added,
"After all, first come, first served."

She kissed him fiercely and said, "It's what I want, but I want to be
there to watch."

Mike laughed, saying, "I'll let you two work that part out. Just let
me know what you decided."

He then reached over and began to circle her left nipple with his
fingertips.  "Speaking of being served, suppose I take care of serving
you a little."

She murmured softly at the new sensation, and he pushed her gently
onto her back. Continuing to caress her left nipple, he lowered his
mouth to her right and began to paint soft circles around the nipple
with the tip of his tongue. Parting his lips, he began to suck softly
on the breast as a whole as he lashed the nipple back and forth with
his tongue inside his mouth.

"Ohhh, god," she said, "you have to show her how to do thaaaat...." 

He lifted his face and said, "Let's get a little more comfortable,"
and once they had moved so that their heads were on the pillows, he
returned his lips to her nipples, this time the left nipple. Instead
of trading and having his hands move to her right nipple, his hand
moved down across her belly instead, making a few small passes around
her belly button.  Then his hand continued down between her legs,
parting the soft hair above her pussy and running softly along the
length of her lower lips.

Angela lost the ability to speak at this point, simply groaning and
whimpering at the twin sensations. His lips left her nipple, and there
was a temporary moan of disappointment until she realized that his
lips and tongue were moving downward as well.

In no time at all, his tongue had taken the place of his fingers on
her pussy, running from front to back and then to front again. He
moved one hand upward to continue the manipulation of her nipples as
his tongue began to make dips in between her pussy lips. On one such
dip, his tongue brushed across her clit, and her entire body lifted up
as if it had been shocked.

Having found her clit, Mike kept up the attack, sliding his tongue as
deep into her pussy as it would go before pulling it back out again,
being sure to rub against her clit on each pass. He moved his tongue
more and more against her clit until finally sucking his clit in
between his lips.

At this point, Angela's head was thrashing back and forth even as she
used her hands to press his face even more deeply into against her
pussy.

When he slipped a finger into her pussy and began sliding it in and
out like a miniature cock while he sucked on her clit, she was
overtaken by a flood of sensations as the orgasm swept across her
body.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh," she cried out as she wrapped her legs around Mike's
head for as long as she could before the force of her orgasm left her
limp and Mike slipped up next to her, his face glistening with her
juices.

"My god," she said, "I may not tell Tracey about you after all.  Once
she feels your tongue, she may never settle for my lips on her pussy
again."

Grinning, Mike said, "Well, we'll just have to make sure that I show
you how to do it like I did it and you'll never have to worry about
that."

Reaching her hand down to feel Mike's once again stiff cock, she said,
"Speaking of 'doing it', don't we have something else to 'do'?"

Mike laughed and said, "I believe we do. I didn't want to rush you if
you needed to recover."

Angela kissed him and said, "You're sweet, but I've waited long
enough.  I want you in me, and with that, she rolled on her back and
playfully pulled him by his cock as he climbed between her spread
legs.

He pressed the head of his cock against her wet and glistening lips
and slid forward just enough to bury the head inside her. "Last chance
to change your mind," he said with a grin.

She reached up, pulled his face to hers, kissed him, and said, "Shut
up and fuck me, Mr. Chauffeur!"

With one smooth thrust, Mike buried himself inside her, and she yelped
as the sudden sense of being filled.

"You okay?" he asked. 

"Oh, goddddd," she moaned, "Okay doesn't even begin to cover it." 

He smiled and began slowly pulling out, pausing just before he was all
the way out, and then reversed course to sink back inside her.

"Ohhh, Mike, I may never forgive you for making me wait for
thissssss," she moaned as he slowly began to build a steady rhythm.

Mike moaned in unison with her, saying, "I had to wait, tooooo,
ohhhhhh".

She began playing with her nipples as she pushed her pussy up, trying
to take more of him inside her. Growling at the incredibly erotic
sight, Mike began moving in and out faster, deeper, and harder with
every stroke. He lowered his lips to her nipple, brushing her hand
away with his nose before swallowing as much as he could into his
mouth.

"Ohhhhh, yesssssss, fuck me, fuck me, fuck meeeeeeee!" she begged. 

He kept up the sucking even as his cock was flying in and out of her
pussy, and before long, he was feeling the old familiar tingling in
his balls.

"Ohhh, I'm going to cum soon, Angela," he said. 

"In me," she hissed. "I'm on the pilllllllll" 

Moaning, he slid his hand down between her legs and began rubbing her
clit as his cock slammed in and out of her.

"Oh, god, oh god, yessss," she cried, "I'm cummmminnnnnggggggg!" 

With a deep growl, he slammed his cock into her one more time and held
it as he began to shoot, his cum mingling with hers, filling her.  She
reached up and pulled his face down to her, devouring his mouth with
her own as their joint climax ran its course.

As his cock began to soften, he collapsed forward on top of her, and
she wrapped her arms and legs around him, holding him close.

"Ohhh," Mike sighed, "that was incredible." 

"Oh, yeah," Angela agreed, reaching down and fondling his slick but
soft cock. "I can't believe I settled for a dildo all this time when
this was available."

Mike excused himself to run to the bathroom for a moment, and while he
was in their, the lights flickered and came back on. He finished what
he had to and came back to the bedroom to see Angela laying with her
eyes closed, breathing deeply. Smiling, he blew out the candles,
turned off the lights, and slid into bed next to her. Without really
waking up, she nestled up next to his body as he held her, and they
slept.

***************

Mike woke first and after a moment, realized who it was in bed with
him and smiled. Leaning forward to softly kiss her cheek, he got up,
showered, and went down to the kitchen to fix some coffee. Smelling
the aroma as he approached the kitchen, he called out, "Mrs.
Davenport, you're here early," and pushing the door open, he saw not
the cook but a weary and rumpled looking George Thurston.

"Mr. Thurston," Mike said with surprise, "I thought your flight didn't
get in until this evening."

"I finished business ahead of schedule and caught an earlier flight. 
I tried to call before I left, but the phones were out, so I just took
a cab. From what they said on the radio, it sounds like you had a hell
of a storm here. Must've been some real fireworks."

"Yes, Sir," Mike said, thinking, "You don't know the half of it." 

"How'd that situation work out with Angela? She give you any more
grief?"

Before Mike could answer, Angela's voice floated in from the hallway,
"Mike, honey, if you come wash my back, I'll make it worth your
whi---oooops! DADDY!"

The door opened just enough for Angela's naked beauty to appear before
she turned around and ran back to the bedroom.

Mike sat there with a slightly silly smile on his face as George
looked at him, chuckled and said, "Well, I guess that answered that."

The door opened again, and this time Angela entered fully covered in
Mike's big terrycloth robe.

"Daddy, what are you doing home so early?" 

George told her about the earlier flight and said, "Looks like you
kept yourself busy while I was gone."

Angela blushed bright red and said, "Daddy! Don't be mad at Mike,
okay? It was all my -- "

"Mad?" George interrupted. "Why should I be mad?" 

She looked at him curiously. "You aren't mad about he and I being, you
know, together?"

"That depends," George answered. "Did he make you happy?" 

She smiled broadly, bent to wrap her arms around Mike's neck from
behind and said, "Yes, Daddy, very happy."

George stood up and put his coffee cup in the sink. "That's all I need
to know, honey," he said. "After all, next to the boss, the second
most important person for anybody in this house to make happy is
always going to be the boss' daughter."

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