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Subject: {ASSM} The Adventures of Creampie Chrisssy, Part 2 - Chrissy's Revenge
Date: Wed, 26 Dec 2001 13:10:10 -0500
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The Adventures of Creampie Chrissy Part 2 - Chrissy's Revenge

"Oh, yes... Go slow, darling - I want you to fill me up - with your
cock, and your cum.  Mmmmm, yes, okay, give me a nice big load...
Ahhh, that's it, baby, fill me up!  I just had to have you."

Chrissy's eyes shone bright as her boyfriend ecstatically pumped her
pussy at their lunchtime rendesvous.

"Are you sure you don't want me to get you off now?" he asked.

"Oh, baby, I just had time for this.  I didn't even eat anything for
lunch, I wanted you so bad.  I've got to get back to work," she
replied.

He was gratified that she wanted this lunchtime meeting rather than go
masturbate in a restroom stall.  She was gratified that her plan, so
far, was working like a charm.  They hurriedly dressed and Chrissy
went back to work, just in time for the meeting she arranged with her
boss.

Chrissy made a point of wearing a short skirt and what she considered
a sexy blouse that day.  She confidently walked in her boss' office.
He looked up and smiled.  She closed the door and set her notepad on
his desk.  She looked around and saw that the only unoccupied chair
had books piled on it.  The bastard, she thought to herself.  She sat
on his desk and put her legs up, and started to ask some mundane
questions about her recent assignment.  As he was answering them, as
always happened, he put his hand on her leg.

"Please don't touch me like that," she said in a sweet voice.  The she
continued to ask more questions.  His hand went back on her leg and
stroked her smooth skin.  "I've asked you not to put your hand on my
leg and you continue to do it," she said.  They'd been through this
before, where Chrissy asked him not to paw her and he kept doing it.
She reached in her handbag and he heard a click.

"What's that," he asked with some concern.

Knowing she had the goods on him now, Chrissy got more bold.  "I just
have hard evidence of your refusal to stop the inappropriate touching,
Hank.  I have it on tape now.  Gilda has it on tape, too; so does
Karen.  I'd say you are in big trouble, Hank."

"Damn!" he replied.  "I'm sorry, Chrissy.  I promise I won't do it
again!"

"That's not good enough, Hank.  You've been continuously doing this on
a massive scale, and now we have proof.  Diana was too nervous to use
the recorder, but I know she'll testify when we go to HR.  You're
going to lose your job, Hank.  And the women you've done this to -
they can sue the company, and you too."

Sweat broke out on Hank's brow.  He knew she was right.  He didn't
know that she was bluffing about the other girls having recorded their
evidence.  And he didn't know that they had hatched a plan to get
revenge on him and have fun in the process.

"Hank, this tape is going to my lawyer's office for safekeeping, along
with the other tapes."

"I - I'm really sorry, Chrissy.  Can I make it up to you?"

I've just reeled him in, hook, line, and sinker, she thought to
herself.

"Not just me!" she scolded in a deliberately outraged voice.  "You've
done this to the others too!  I think we should get your sorry ass
booted out of here!"

"I've talked it over with the others, and they're not happy with you,
Hank.  They agreed to follow my recommendations, whatever they are."
She folded her arms as if she had decided.

"No...  please..."

"You've been doing this for 4 months," Chrissy continued.  If you do
everything I tell you, then at the end of four months from now, I'll
drop it.  But I'm warning you, you've got to do everything exactly as
I tell you."

"Okay..."

Chrissy smiled inwardly.

"Good," she replied.  "You are to do everything I, and Gilda, and
Diana, and Karen, tell you.  If any of us wants a closed-door meeting,
you schedule it.  If we say that you'll have lunch in your office,
that's the way it will be.  Anything any of us says, you do it without
question. Understood?"

"Okay."

Chrissy locked the door and told Hank to kneel on the floor.  He did
as he was told, though he felt foolish.  To his surprise, she removed
her panties and hiked up her skirt.

"Eat my pussy, Hank.  And do it good.  Don't quit until I tell you
to."

Chrissy was not sexually aroused due to her anger at being intimidated
for the past four months, but she was feeling powerful for a change.

"Suck it good, Hank," she ordered, and expelled the load of semen into
his mouth.  He pulled back and with slime all over his lips, asked,
"What's that?!"

"It's leftovers, Hank," she answered triumphantly.  "My boyfriend
fucked me at lunch, and you're getting the leftovers.  That's how
it'll be for the next four months.  You're not finished - I want you
to suck me clean.  Any disobedience and we go to HR."

Knowing he had little choice in the matter, he applied himself to the
distasteful task of cleaning out Chrissy's cum-filled pussy.  When he
had done so to her satisfaction, she put her panties back on and told
him that he would be having lunch in the office tomorrow, and not to
bring anything or make other plans.

Chrissy left Hank's office and signaled Gilda and Karen to join her in
the ladies' room.  They laughed hysterically as Chrissy related her
experience.  She told them to meet with her every day to discuss the
following day's plan.  They agreed to communicate their orders to Hank
by flashing notes or by whispering, so that if he ended up recording
the session, the evidence would be less than convincing.

At noon the following day, Chrissy and Gilda brought a burger and a
salad from the fast-food place into Hank's office and locked the door.
"We brought you some lunch, Hank," Chrissy announced.  She put her
mouth close to his ear and whispered, "But first, you have to do a
little something for me.  I want you to unzip and show me your prick."

Hank looked at them questioningly as he slowly got up and took his
prick out.  "Now do it in my hand, Chrissy whispered.  Come on - jerk
off in my hand."  She raised her skirt and let him see that she was
without panties.  He beat off furiously and after a few moments popped
a load into Chrissy's hand.  She opened up the burger and spread
Hank's spunk on one of the buns.  "I believe you said you wanted mayo
on your burger, Hank," she said.  "Gilda, did you bring the salad
dressing?"

Gilda smiled and slipped off her panties.  Standing up, she spread her
legs and put the salad a few inches from her pussy.  Over the next
minute, she ejected some slimy goo onto the salad.

"Her boyfriend just had to have her a little while ago," Chrissy
whispered in Hank's ear.  Speaking up, she said, "Go ahead and eat,
Hank - we've already had lunch, and we'll talk about our projects now
so we can get back to work."

An hour later, the three women were in the ladies room wiping tears of
laughter from their faces.

"I thought he was going to turn green and heave."

"Gilda, the way you did the 'salad dressing' - that took the cake."

"Okay, here's the plan for next time," Chrissy announced, and they
huddled together.

They left Hank alone for a week, then called a lunchtime meeting for
the following Friday.  Chrissy, Gilda, and Karen brought some fast
food and coffee, went into Hank's office and locked the door.  All
three women wore functional short skirts, and removed their panties.

Chrissy poured some coffee, then spread her legs and pried her labia
apart.  For a full minute, milky substance oozed out into the coffee.
She stirred it well and placed the cup on Hank's desk.

"Karen, would you mayo his burger?"

Karen, with an impish smile, removed the top bun from the large
burger, placed it under her skirt, and proceeded to astound the others
by ejecting several huge gobs of sticky goo.  With an air of
satisfaction, she placed the bun on the burger and said, "bon
appetit!"

"Go ahead, Hank," Chrissy ordered.  "I know you're busy so we'll talk
about our projects while you eat."

They conducted work-related business with Hank taking tiny bites and
small sips.  His face registered the distaste he felt.

"Did anyone remember dessert?" Chrissy asked when the meal was gone.

"Yes!" Gilda exclaimed, and retrieved a small dessert dish and plastic
spoon from her purse.  She hiked up her skirt and ejected glob after
glob of pussy sludge into the clear dish.  When the last bit of ooze
dripped from her pussy, she stirred it up and placed it before Hank.
The three women simply watched Hank until he reluctantly consumed
every bit of the dessert, and triumphantly ended the meeting.

The three of them had accumulated and saved up semen from their sexual
encounters over the past ten days and, immediately before the meeting,
inserted the mass of cream into their pussies.

The women treated Hank to several more episodes of this kind over the
next few months.  When his probationary period was over, they had no
further trouble from him.

Continued in Part 3.


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