Message-ID: <43739asstr$1059876605@assm.asstr-mirror.org> From: Darqlands@aol.com X-Original-Message-ID: <1d2.eb1a9e8.2c5d7fe7@aol.com> X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sat, 2 Aug 2003 16:58:15 EDT Subject: {ASSM} Heaven Misses An Angle (MF, FF, oral, fantasy) 1 of 2 Date: Sat, 2 Aug 2003 22:10:05 -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: dennyw, hecate <1st attachment, "Heaven Misses An Angle[1].txt" begin> Author: Darq Title: Heaven Misses An Angle. (part 1 of 2) Summary: Susan goes on a business trip with her enigmatic boss Keywords: MF, FF, oral, fantasy Revision: 1.00 email: darlands@aol.com ***************************************************************** DISCLAIMER The story contains words and events of an adult sexual nature. This means you have to be an adult to read it. Stop now if you are not an adult. If you are offended by sexually explicit content or language, please DO NOT read any further. All characters in this story are not real; any similarity to anyone you know of is purely coincidental, though rather neat. Most of the words here are in the dictionary, some are not. Copyright waived: This story may be freely distributed. If anyone wishes to steal, develop or expand the concept of this story, feel free - have a ball. ***************************************************************** Heaven Misses An Angle. (part 1 of 2) The annoying 'meep-meep-meep' of the alarm clock shattered Susan's dream and a myriad of ethereal images evaporated in an instant. She sighed at their passing and absently swung her arm out of bed to silence the alarm's insistent noise. Forcing herself to wake, she sat up in bed and looked at 'the slob' lying beside her, still sleeping. Once again he had come home drunk and tried to force himself on her, and once again she brought him off quickly with her hand and he had fallen asleep covered in his own cum. Susan shuddered at the thought of him entering her, and was at the same time relieved that he had cum so quickly, without the need for her to go down on him. She got up and padded barefoot to the bathroom, peed, showered and stood in front of the mirror, brushing her teeth. She looked at her face as she brushed. She was still young, still moderately attractive but now trapped in a misery of her own design. Stuck in a marriage that had soured within so few months; once he had discovered She could support them both, he just stopped working and turned to drink and daytime TV. Still, her mother liked him, which in retrospect she should have realised was not a good sign and should have rang alarm bells long before she heard church bells: she ended up with a husband who was no better than her errant father. Susan spat out the toothpaste and rinsed, swishing the minty water around in her mouth. She looked up at her reflection again and felt like crying, hanging her head in sorrow she let the toothpaste suds dribble from her mouth as she fought to contain her tears. She splashed cold water in her face to compose herself, and then gently patted herself dry with a fresh towel. Forgoing the daily ritual of applying make-up, she quickly dressed and rushed out of the house, leaving 'the slob' still asleep in bed. She arrived at Host Associates early and made her routine stop at the small kitchen to pour herself a rich black coffee from the pot that seemed to be continuously brewing its life giving essence. As she headed to her desk she passed Gabe's office, the door was closed but she could distinctly hear the raised voices of Gabe and Uri through the thin wall. She could not hear what they were saying, but from their tone it was easy to tell that they were in the middle of an uncharacteristically heated exchange. For fear of being caught eavesdropping, she hurried past and quickly sat down at her desk. Susan placed her coffee mug on an old floppy disc that had been reincarnated as a drinks mat, draped her jacket over the back of the chair and sat down, pressing the on button of the PC as she did. It whirred and moaned and the screen flashed and went it's customary blue. "Windows was not closed down properly", it announced in sickly yellow text, "If you do not want to see this message again, buy an Mac." She chuckled at the IT Department's humour, then frowned: if they are clever enough to hack Microsoft's error messages, then they should be smart enough to stop the damn thing crashing in the first place. 'Susan, we're going out' Uri's voice interrupted her thoughts. She looked up, he was stood in front of her desk and he did not look happy. Uri was tall and thin, with a hawk-like face, dominated by an overpowering chiselled nose and two fathomless eyes that pierced from his slightly hooded brow. You could not call him attractive in the conventional sense, there was a hint of feminity about his features that Susan found a little too unsettling, but for some reason she had been unable to put her finger on, he was uniquely mesmerising and she had (occasionally) thought, quite beautiful. 'We?' She said, a little confused. Uri never went out, he always preferred to shut himself away in his office and seldom met clients face to face. 'Gabe's insisted I sort this mess out myself,' He said waiving a file in front of her, 'and I would like you to come with me,' he added curtly, raising an eyebrow. "Ah", Susan thought, knowing that Uri could not drive and usually travelled by taxi, "You need a driver". 'Okay,' She replied with a nonchalant shrug, 'when?' He looked puzzled, as if he was not expecting the question. 'Now.' He said sharply, turning away from her and heading towards his office. Susan knew his attitude was out of character and she realised his curtness was not directed specifically at her, but it managed pissed her off just the same. Struggling to contain her anger, she snatched her jacket and followed him, leaving the PC running Scandisk and her coffee reluctantly untouched. Rather than take her own car, he insisted she drove him to the meeting in the non-descript and frequently miss-treated pool car. In spite of her unfamiliarity with the car, the ancient cathedral city of Canterbury was soon left behind them as they travelled the featureless motorway towards London. As they approached the congestion and noise of the City a gloom seemed to descend upon them. The entire journey had been spent in silence; but now she could feel the tension bristling in the confined space of the car as Uri sat staring through the windscreen, his long elegant fingers drumming silently on his knees. Once, Susan glanced at his face and saw his jaw muscles twitching as he glared at the outside world, and decided to keep quiet and concentrate on manoeuvring around the dense traffic of taxi's, busses, motorcycles, vans, limos and cars that packed the busy roads into the financial heart of the City. On arrival at the clients offices, they where briskly ushered into a large conference room while they assembled an entourage of men in dark suits to meet them. Slowly 'the suits' filed into the room and sat themselves down around a bleached white ash table. Uri sat stiffly, almost perched on his chair with his elbows resting on the table and his fingers steepled before him, his predatory eyes studying 'the suits' as they entered. Finally, the company's Managing Director arrived, accompanied by his PA, an attractive woman dressed in a similar light grey skirt and jacket to Susan's. They formally introduced themselves and handshakes were offered. Uri appeared hesitant at first, then firmly shook the offered hand. All of the other men followed their boss's lead and Uri grasped each of them by the hand with a smile. However, when the PA stood to hold out her hand, he just courteously bowed, smiled and sat down before she had chance to move her arm towards him. The girl smiled politely and returned to her seat. From then on, the mood lightened considerably and the room sat intently listening to Uri and he outlined the project to them. He rose from his chair and paced the room, talking continuously, gesticulating dramatically and occasionally he touching one of the men on the shoulder as he spoke. Curiously, Susan noticed that as he circled the table he laid a hand on everyone. As he walked behind the PA, Susan saw the young girl breath deeply in anticipation, practically thrusting her well developed tits through the fabric of her blouse, then slouch down slightly unable to cover her disappointment as he passed by without touching her. No one spoke, no one asked questions - they just listened attentively with disturbingly inane looks on their faces. Before she realised what was happening, they were all shaking hands and filing out of the room, until there was only the attractive PA remaining. 'Can I offer you a drink or something' she said nervously. Uri shook his head and made an excuse about another meeting. Once again, she started to hold out her hand, and once again, Uri, politely bowed and then turned to leave the room. Susan quickly stepped up and grasped the bewildered girl by the hand, thanked her profusely and left too. Bemused and mystified both by Uri's behaviour and the meeting in general, Susan followed Uri back to the car. As she buckled up the seat belt, he turned to her, and for a second she was sure she saw a mischievous smile flit across his face. He seemed to relax a little, but she still sensed a degree of unease about his manner. 'I need a drink' he announced with his more customary warmth, adding, 'there's a pub I know.' Susan nodded and started the car and set course out of the City. Uri instructed her to leave the motorway once they were clear of the outskirts of the City. He then directed her along the narrow country lanes that meandered their way through the Garden of England, casually commenting on the countryside as they drove. He seemed in awe of the beauty around him, and animatedly pointed out features in the landscape that, she must admit, she had never noticed before. Finally they arrived at a small Public House decked in "olde- worlde" charm situated by a small river. As they entered the pub, Susan quickly realised that its old-worldly-ness was genuine and not a corporate façade, the smell of Real Ale and home cooking wafted through the door and drew her in. They ordered food and drink at the bar and carried their glasses out into the garden to sit on a rough wooden picnic table by the gently flowing river. Susan hesitated as they approached the table; it was one of those ubiquitous combined bench-seat and table arrangements so popular in Pub gardens. She watched as he sat down, his long legs seemed to elegantly fold and twist to manoeuvre themselves between the table and bench. Susan attempted to sit down as gracefully as she could, but the narrow pencil skirt of her work suit hampered her efforts. She found herself straddling the bench, her shirt ridding up her legs to reveal the tops of her stockings. Irritated by the ungainly predicament she had gotten herself into, Susan sat down heavily and swung her leg over the bench, knowing full well that Uri would have an uninterrupted view up her skirt as she did. Her face reddened. Uri rested his arms on the table and visibly relaxed, seemingly unaware, or politely ignoring, Susan's inelegant and immodest display. He looked at her and smiled. 'That went better than I hoped.' He said with a grin. She thought for a moment, unsure of what to say, then realised he was referring to the meeting and not to her flashing her knickers. 'You don't like meeting people much.' Susan blurted and he laughed, causing her to blush like a schoolgirl. 'I don't like meeting people at all.' He said, his tone not exactly condescending, but he managed to make her feel like a small child as he spoke, 'I don't like people,' he added, 'public relations is Gabe's thing, not mine.' He smiled warmly at her and turned his head towards the barmaid who was carrying a large tray of food towards them. She placed the plates on the table and carefully arranged the knives and forks before setting a wire basket of condiments between them. Uri thanked her kindly and then, much to Susan's amusement; she bobbed a small curtsy to him and returned to the Pub. 'Tuck in.' He said picking up his fork to spear a chip and fixing her with his dark eyes, the corners of his mouth turning up slightly. Without really looking what she was doing, she reached for the salt and accidentally brushed her fingertips over his fingers that were already around the small glass shaker. An electric jolt seemed to shoot up her arm as they touched, her entire body felt like it was shuddering and a warm glow infused her that started in the centre of her chest and radiated outwards over her whole body. Startled, Susan gripped his hand tightly as vibrations coursed through her body and converged on the centre of her being. In shock, she dropped her knife onto the plate with a noisy clatter as her breasts itched and her nipples grew hard, pushing painfully against her bra. Her eyes widened in wonder as she felt a warm tingle between her legs that played over her vagina causing her clitoris to swell and throb. Susan could feel wetness soaking into her panties. Her chest began to tighten and her breathing stopped as a tiny orgasm pulsed through her. Uri wrenched his hand sharply away, knocking over the other condiments as he did. 'What did you do that for?' He snapped with a touch of anger in his voice. She forced herself to breathe and then tried to control her panting, her heart was racing, beating loudly in her chest. 'I, I-' She muttered incoherently, 'I came.' She said with incredulity. His demeanour changed, anger left his face and it softened. At once, she found herself enthralled by the beauty in his face. 'I know.' He said in a soothing voice. 'How?' Susan voiced quietly. He did not offer an answer, but just smiled enigmatically. 'Later, I'll explain later' he said eventually, 'but first, let's eat.' Uri proceeded to devour his food as if the incident had not happened, but Susan could not concentrate on eating, her body still tingled from the orgasm. She gulped down a mouthful of drink and sighed deeply as the cool liquid failed to dampen the heat within her. Her pussy was still squirming and her damp panties clung to the folds of her labia. She desperately wanted to push her hand between her legs and touch herself. The hunger she felt was not for food, she needed something long and hard inside her - she wanted to be fucked and she wanted it now. 'I need you' she whispered, shocked by her own admission. He looked up and frowned uncomfortably. 'We'd better leave now.' He said coldly. Susan was confused by his reaction, he did not feel how she felt, and he did not seem to care. "Fuck men, fuck them all!" She thought bitterly as he swung his legs over the bench and stood up. She reached out her hand so he could help her up, but he just looked at her and shook his head. Angered by his rebuff, this time Susan made no attempt to cover her modesty as she rose from the bench and she was sure she saw him steal a glance between her legs as she deliberately splayed them wider than necessary to extricate herself from between the bench and table. Uri turned and headed for the car park with Susan following a few steps behind him, hoping that there was not a visible damp patch in the back of her skirt. As Susan started the car she looked over to him, he was looking straight ahead, ignoring her and drumming his fingers on his knees again. She pulled out of the car park in silence and turned onto the main road. She found herself occasionally weaving over the white line as she struggled to concentrate on driving. After a few miles, he ordered her to pull over and they changed places. He sat behind the steering wheel and looked bemused at the controls. He tried each one in turn, as if it were the first time he had ever been in the driving seat. Then he sat back and smiled contently. The car lurched forward and stalled. He frowned and restarted the engine before driving off at an incredibly low speed. Gradually their speed increased as he became more confident. Once or twice he braked too sharply as a corner approached and he seemed unsure of what to do at a small roundabout. She carefully explained what to do and he thanked her with a small nod of his head as he steered the car to the left. After half an hours drive, he stopped the car by a small church. 'Home.' He said without any sign of emotion. Susan looked at him accusingly, he never said anything about this and she felt apprehensive. 'You cannot go back to work, and you cannot go home,' he said by way of explanation. Uri got out of the car, walked around to her side and politely opened the door for her. He held out his hand. She looked at the offered hand, and then up to his face. He smiled and nodded his head. 'It's okay, I can control it, you caught me by surprise before that's all.' Gingerly Susan reached up and touched his fingertips with hers. She could feel a mild charge tingle between them, but there was none of the intensity of before, she gripped his hand firmly and pulled herself out of her seat. They walked up to the ancient front door hand in hand and she felt an unexpected feeling of contentment wash over her as they trod the wide stone path. He reached out and pushed on the weathered dark grey wood, the door swung effortlessly open and they stepped into the cool stone building. Inside, the conversion from disused church to home was breathtaking. Large oak beams straddled the width of a room that had been painted crisp white in contrast to their deep dark brown colour. Above them, the roof arched dramatically skyward and small clusters of lights hung down from it like stars. Antique tapestries hung from the walls and multicoloured sunlight streamed in through stained glass windows, dappling the grey stone floor in a rainbow of light. Susan gazed in awe as he led her to a large friendly couch and sat her down. 'Wow.' She said, unable to contain her wonder. 'Company policy' Uri stated perfunctorily, 'All the Associates live in places like this.' He gestured around the room with a broad sweeping arch of his arm, 'Waste not want not, hey?' He let out a small laugh, 'also, I think it amuses the Boss'. Reluctantly, Susan let go of his hand as he stood before her, unbuttoning his jacket. 'Uri?' She said, starting to protest. He put his finger to his lips and made a faint "ssh-ing" sound, then bent down to remove his shoes. He loosened his tie and sat next to her, relaxing into the deep cushions. 'Give me your hand,' he said quietly. Susan hesitantly reached out and he grasped her hand, gripping it firmly. Instantly, her pussy tingled and another small orgasm blossomed and then intensified. She involuntarily kick out her legs, sending her shoes scattering across the floor and arched her back as the sensation ripped through her and once again she held her breath. Then he relaxed his grip and the sensations instantly stopped. Susan sank back into the couch and drew a large lung full of air. 'Fuck me,' She exclaimed quietly, still gasping for air. He squeezed her hand again and another orgasm hit her, her pussy contracted and the muscles pulsed sending jarring motions through her loins. It felt like a million tiny fingers where fondling and caressing her pussy; rubbing and stroking her clitoris and labia; frotting and frigging her through her panties; and probing and poking at the entrance to her womb. Susan thought she was going to explode as the pain and ache of pure pleasure coursed through her. Through closed eyes she saw red flashes of light against her eyelids as her head span. Susan knew she was moaning, grunting and screaming, but she could not stop herself - all control was lost to the pleasure attacking her body. She arched her back again, lifting her bottom off the couch as she did. The sensations in her cunt increased, electric shocks ran up her spine and she could feel her legs shaking uncontrollably. Susan reached up with her free hand and grasped her breast, manically squeezing and pulling, trying to rip her blouse off to get to her aching tits. She wrenched her hand from his and thrust it between her legs, frantically pulling her at her skirt and gripping her pussy tightly through her soaking panties. Her orgasm would not stop: She came violently, love juice forcing its way through the shear fabric of her knickers in pulsing jets and flowing over her fingers. A dark shadow passed over her eyelids; she opened them to see Uri's face inches from hers, his dark eyes boring into her, touching the essence of her and caressing her soul. There was a sharp jolt of energy as their mouths touched and his tongue parted her burning lips. She felt his fingers sliding up her inner thigh and gasped as they touched her wet panties. He lightly rubbed along the groove of her cunt and then pressed down on her clitoris. Suddenly, her entire body vibrated as if an emotional charge had hit her; the entire room was washed with light so bright that it hurt her eyes and the most powerful orgasm she could imagine ripped into her. Involuntarily, she clamped her legs together and drew her knees up to her chest as the spasms tore through her. Everything went black. <+> ...To Be Continued. <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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