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Subject: {ASSM} The Affairs, part 2 (MF, Cons, Oral)
Date: Wed, 29 Nov 2000 20:10:05 -0500
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The Affairs (Part 2)

Sarah closed the door of the car and walked to the building entrance of
JTR Construction Inc. where she worked as Vice President of Company
Services, which is to say boss of all secretaries, and making her top
secretary of the firm. She was dressed in her usual business-no-nonsense
way: navy blue dress and jacket with a white blouse and high heel shoes
that said, "These are not fuck-me pumps". In other words, she was a
picture of a conservative woman executive.  Of course, her underwear was
another thing. Today was Victoria's Secret satin through and through
thanks to Michael's obsession with her and satin. She did enjoy the
feeling of her nipples rubbing against the caressing material and it was
one of the few pleasures she could give herself during work hours.  She
returned the good mornings from all the other workers flocking in the
building and took the crowded elevator to the 6th floor.  The elevator
made the usual stops in each floor and, by the time she reached the 6th,
she was alone, proving the old office motto of "It is lonesome on top". 

The elevator's electronic chime pinged and the doors opened. She stepped
out and walked to her office. Except for a couple of secretaries, the
floor was empty of any bosses. She saw signs of Jerry's work still
around, a ceiling panel propped against a side, coils of cable,
toolboxes, etc. She entered her office, sat at her desk and fired up the
puter. As the computer loaded, she looked at her nameplate and smiled.
It was one of Michael's "solutions" to a little problem she had when she
started to work with JTR. Joe, one of the low ranked managers from
personnel thought himself as a ladies man and had come on to her. At
first was all charm and grace making polite remarks about her
appearance, but it didn't take long for him to get a bit fresh. She made
him clear that he could expect no returns on his advances, but he kept
on. She told Michael about it and how she did not wanted to start with
the company filing a sexual harassment complaint and he, after a minute
or so of thinking, told her to give him 48 hours.  At the prescribed day
Michael took her to work in the morning and, when they reached JTR, he
reached the back seat and gave her a gift-wrapped box. "Here" he said,
"A little something for your desk. Open it in your office."  Once at her
desk, she opened the box and found a nameplate, but not an usual one. 
It was a beautiful gold plated standard size nameplate mounted on a high
polished oak base about 2 inches thick and with a gold plated grenade on
one end and a .50 caliber, gold plated also, bullet on the other end. 
Inside was a note that said "After work, be sure to walk out of the
building in sight or with the asshole, I'll be waiting to pick you up.
See if you can introduce me to the fucker and leave everything to me.
Love, Michael."

She was afraid that Michael might lose his temper but she also knew he
was a devious little shit that enjoyed mind games with anybody he
considered his enemy.  Mr. Lady's Man showed up around noon and, after
saying hi with his "I am too sexy for my britches" voice, his eyes fell
on the nameplate and widen to the size of coffee saucers. He didn't stay
long and Sarah was relieved: the nameplate had worked its charm. When
the working day was over, Sarah waited in the building lobby for Joe to
show up. When he did, she walked out of the building hoping he wouldn't
talk to her. She was so worried about how far he was behind her that she
almost bumped into Michael waiting for her.  He was dressed in what she
called, and hated, his Warrior Wannabe costume. Urban camouflage Army
utilities so faded and old and worn she hated the way they looked on
him. His look was complemented with an NRA cap, amber shooting glasses
and tanker boots. He looked dangerous and it dawned on her that is what
he was trying to accomplish. He greeted her and kissed her and asked her
if she was ready to go home.   People walked by and looked at them with
questioning eyes. She suddenly remembered her part in this little play
and turned around looking for Joe. As on cue, Joe was walking by at that
moment, his eyes glued to Michael and with an expression of shock in his
face. Sarah called Joe over and introduced Michael to him. They shook
hands and exchanged pleasantries and they walked together to the parking
lot.  Since she was higher in the office hierarchy, her parking spot was
closer to the building. Michael's voice boomed "Oh darling, I am sorry.
I left the guns in the front seat. Let me move them to the trunk." He
opened the door and removed his rifle, a shotgun and at least 3 gun
cases and put them in the trunk of the car. He came around and shook
Joe's hand and told him it was nice meeting him. Joe, his mouth wide
open, was barely able to say his goodbye and he left in a hurried walk
to his parking space. Sarah and Michael got into their car and drove
away. After a quarter of a mile, Michael started to laugh and she
couldn't help herself but join him. "I think we can safely assume that
Joe will not be bothering you anymore. Did you see his face? I thought
he was going to shit when I took the guns out of the car." And he
laughed again.
"You are a piece of work!" replied Sarah, "But, Did you have to bring
every gun you owned?"
"If you attack, you don't do it halfway. You use all your resources and
bring your enemy down quick." Said he. "That way they will think twice
of messing with you again, if ever."
"Mmmmmm!" Sarah purred as she slided next to him "Anyway, I liked the
way you handled it. It made me hot for you my Warrior."
Sarah's hand reached for his groin. The effect was automatic as she felt
his cock growing through the fabric of his pants.
"What are you doing Little Girl?" asked Michael, his voice wavering a
bit.
"Why don't you take the scenic route through Miami Gardens?" Sarah
suggested with a sultry voice.
Michael didn't have to be asked twice. He took the first right and after
a couple of blocks, they entered the quiet little neighborhood of Miami
Lakes. 
"We might get caught," said he.
"I doubt it, besides, you spent enough money tinting the car windows.
Just drive and find us a nice spot."
Sarah replied as she kept stroking his now very hard cock.
Michael drove under the 30 M.P.H speed limit but she could see he was
having a tough time concentrating. He drove around to the quieter parts
of the area where almost no traffic could be seen but no quiet place was
on sight. 
"I have an idea," he said looking at her skirt. "Take off your panties."
"And how do you know I am wearing panties?" Sarah replied giggling.
"Because I saw you this morning when you were getting dressed. Now, off
with them."

Sarah raised her skirt and, with some effort, wiggled out of her white
silk panties dropping them in the floorboard. She scooted back next to
Michael and his hand found her stocking covered inner thigh.
"I love when you wear a garter belt. You look so sexy." Groaned Michael.
Sarah responded with a short moan of her own as she felt his hand
crawling up between her legs. They were driving now by the local high
school and it was deserted. His hand finally reached her bald pussy and
he let a finger inside. She gasped and closed her legs for a second
trapping his hand.
"Oh God!" she moaned "Do you think this is a good Idea?"
"Shhhhhh! Let me do this. You sit back and enjoy it.
She opened her legs again and Michael went to work on her pussy. It was
awkward but it felt great Sarah thought. The interior of the car was
flooded by the smell of her juices. She looked down at her lap and saw
her skirt ridding up almost all the way and Michael's hand working on
her now very open and very aroused cunt. She closed her eyes and leaned
her head back letting herself be pleased. She felt 2 fingers inside of
her and one curving up looking for her G-Spot and finding it (or
whatever that spot was, Michael was very good at touching that little
area and making her cum over and over). She felt herself reaching an
orgasm rapidly.
"Ohh Michael, do me harder. I am gonna cum!" She whispered with a
hurried voice.
Michael's hand went to work harder. Fingers probing and touching and
caressing. She started to hump his hand in anticipation and, suddenly,
she grabbed it, shoved it as deep as she could into her pussy and came
with an almost animal moan.
The car swerved some, but Michael did not lose control of it. She was
panting, savoring the orgasmic aftershocks and still holding his hand
against his pussy. When she finally regained control of herself, she
removed the hand from between her legs and looked at his fingers coated
with her essence. In a moment of wickedness, she started to suck them
and lick them, knowing well he loved it when she did that.
"That was so erotic," Sarah said. "I never been fingerfucked on the run,
sort of speak."
"I aim to please Ma'am" responded Michael "Who else is gonna take care
of you?"
"And I want to take care of you now" she replied and she grabbed his
cock again.
"Bingo! I think we found a place," exclaimed Michael.

She looked and saw they were on a no-exit street. He pointed at the last
house on the right, which had a Century 21 Real State 'For Sale' sign on
the front lawn. As they drove up to the house, they saw it had a long
carport on the left side and appeared unoccupied since they didn't see
curtains or anything on the windows. Michael turned the car in and drove
till he was all the way in the carport and shut the engine off. 
"Are you sure this is safe?" Asked Sarah.
"Nothing is safe but a motel room and this is part of the fun. Besides,
I think people will assume we have an appointment to look at the house."
Michael replied.
"Oh my God, you are crazy! We better be careful, remember that Miami
Lakes is a cop town." She said referring to the fact that almost every
block of the area had a Florida State Trooper or a Miami/Dade cop living
there. that was easy to figure by the patrol cars parked outside.
"What is life without a little risk anyway?" he said "Now, is there
something you wanted to do?"

She didn't reply.  She went for his zipper and lowered it. To her
surprise, his cock sprang immediately out of his pants. It was unusual
on him to go without underwear outside the house.
"I see somebody forgot to wear his shorts and I am glad." She said. He
worked the buttons of the seat and the motor whirled it back as far as
it went allowing her better access. She admired her cock once more, so
big and thick and responsible for so many orgasms she had in over a
decade of marriage.  She leaned down and grabbed the cock and peeled
back the foreskin. All of the lovers she had before meeting Michael were
circumcised and he was a nice change the first time they went to bed.
His foreskin sort of formed a ring behind the head of his cock and thus,
it added an element of stimulus when they fucked.

She started to lick his cock with the tip of her tongue paying special
attention to the underside where the fleshy part of the foreskin was
attached to the head. He felt Michael tense up and draw a breath of air
indicating he was not unhappy with her performance.  She wanted to play
with her balls, but they were inside her pants so she kept on licking
everywhere and every inch of his tool. She felt his hand on her head,
caressing her hair and she decided to stop teasing and take him. Opening
her mouth, she dove in and felt the head touching the roof of her mouth
and the sides tight against the sides of her lips as she reached halfway
his cock. He was so thick and she was so petite it was a bit of a
frustration for her not being able to take him all the way to her
throat, but she made up in other ways.  As she started to create vacuum
and releasing it, her tongue danced all over his head. Licked it like it
was a Popsicle, twirled around it like a snake in heat, kept on sucking
and pulling out with her lips tight against him as she moved backwards,
anything to drive him wild.
Michael's breathing was labored now. She felt his hand now pushing ever
so slightly on her head edging her to go on and she did. Her hands were
stroking whatever part of his cock she couldn't swallow. She heard a car
engine and felt scared. Michael, sensing her fear whispered in a hoarse
voice to go on, it was only a neighbor. She double her efforts and her
intensity on his cock. Her lips starting to get sore in dealing with
such beautiful animal. She felt the cock expand just slightly and was
rewarded with a jet of sperm hitting her throat. She didn't stop sucking
him, she wanted to dry him out of every drop but her mouth was rapidly
filling up as he unloaded a larger than usual amount of cum.  He had
been moaning loudly and calling the Lord's name and finally he let out a
sigh of satisfaction. He gently pushed her head out of his cock and she
sat up savoring the cum as she would do a nice wine. Finally she
swallowed and smiled at him. He gently reached over and wiped a couple
of drops of cum that managed to escape from her mouth. She opened her
mouth indicating him she wanted to lick them and he obliged. On an
impulse, she leaned down again, licked his now soft cock clean, put it
inside his pants and, very carefully, zipped it up.

Michael looked spent. His body was leaning limply against the seat and
he was still breathing hard. 'Good' She thought 'I like to see him like
that.'

"Well my knight, are we ready to go home now?" she asked in an almost
innocent voice.
"Yes Milady. Anything you wish." Michael responded with a weak voice.
"Oh I have gotten my wish, I'll settle now for a nice dinner at home."
She giggled as she leaned over and kissed him fully in the lips making
him taste the flavor of his sperm.

When they were done kissing, Michael returned the seat to its usual
position, started the car, backed out of the carport and, carefully for
he was somewhat tired, and drove home.

End of part 2

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