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This work of fiction is for the entertainment of adults in
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don't read it!  This work is copyrighted.  Reposting or any other
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posted.  This story may be posted as part of a review or to the
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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

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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


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Jack of all Trades

E-mail:  tradesjackofall@hotmail.com

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