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Subject: {ASSM} Dream Job Dream (MMF Oral, toys)
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Date: Wed, 11 Dec 2002 20:10:02 -0500
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Title:  Dream Job Dream

By: Superordinaryjoe

Codes: (MMF Oral, toys)

Standard disclaimer:  This story is fiction.  Don't try this at
home. If you are under legal age for viewing adult material, do
not read this.  This is not a copywrited story, so pass around if
you like.

Comments to: Superordinaryjoe@yahoo.com

The Story:

I was sitting in the dim, steamy sauna leaning back on my elbows
while she blew me. I didn't know the dark-haired woman's name but
I recognized her thin frame from Order Processing. Her hand
gripped my full member, squeezing and releasing in concert with
the measured thrust of my hips as I rolled myself in and out of
her mouth. She kept her head still and allowed me to use her lips
to set my own pace as she knelt over me. I was rapidly
approaching orgasm.

 From behind her on the polished wooden bench, Lee, a stocky
ex-Marine from Sales, was reaching around to stroke her from
nipple to bush, cupping the mound of her sex in his wide palm. I
felt her "mmmmmm" through my dick. I watched as Lee slid down and
replaced his hand with his mouth, pressing her legs apart.

Although I had spent myself earlier that evening with a woman
from Customer Service, I found my desire unslaked. The urgency of
my cumming was no less for it being the second time when I hung
my head back, stiffened and squirted, groaning, onto the
brunette's tongue. She stroked my semen slick pole until I lay
still, then, with a smile, rolled onto her back so that Lee could
mount her. He held her ankles in his hands and straddled the
bench as she reached between her thighs to guide him. I was
forgotten.

I lay there for a few minutes while they coupled, enjoying the
way her soft breasts sloshed across her chest with each of Lee's
thrusts. Her eyes were closed and her head rolled lazily back and
forth in the halo of her chestnut hair. She continued to
"mmmmmm". Eventually I staggered to my feet and found my way to
the door. Lee gave me a smile and a nod and said " See ya later,
buddy."

Outside I took a left and made for the men's room down the
bright, concrete block basement hallway, passing other naked men
and women on the way. We were all quite comfortable and in a
party mood, exchanging hellos as we met.

It was not unusual that the building in which we all worked at
selling mail order audio equipment 8 `til midnight became a venue
for unbridled sex-play through the rest of the night. In an
effort to become a contender as one of the 100 best companies to
work for my employer had set up ancillary rooms like the sauna
for our use. The camaraderie in the company was always high--we
worked like a big family. It was a natural extension of that
philosophy that led to nights like this.

As I approached the bathroom I met Nelson, another Sales Advisor.
Nelson's outside interest was martial arts, an avocation that
showed in his shaved head and slim and muscular, if short, body.
We went in and used the two urinals, swapping reports of our
conquests in much the same way that we'd compare our sales
experiences during the day. After washing our hands (I washed my
sticky penis, too) Nelson suggested we check out the action in
the break room. 

Down another utilitarian hallway we walked making small talk.
Entering the break room where the vending machines lined one long
wall and company bulletin boards lined the others, we joined
several employees getting drinks. In the center of the
brightly-lit space were set a number of wood-topped tables. On
them sat compartmented wooden boxes of lovemaking toys and
accessories--things to which to apply our fertile imaginations.
From a dark and comfortably upholstered room beyond I could hear
the sound of people pleasuring each other.

Naked people passed in and out of the room as we drank. These
were mostly couples or groups that were playing together for the
night. After a bit Julie, from Creative, came in alone and,
seeing us, ran up excitedly clapping her hands. Bouncing on the
balls of her feet made her little lemon sized breasts jiggle
delightfully. I'd long been attracted to her tiny body and
straight blond hair. She was wearing only her glasses, the
large-framed kind that make a woman look intelligent and sexy to
me. Although we'd spent some working hours in collaboration we'd
never met at one of these events. Julie was the kind of girl
whose eyes seemed to make promises her body might easily keep.
She seemed in a lather. I felt myself thickening as she
approached.

She reached out to me and Nelson and breathed, "It's so good to
see you guys! I got here late and I need to catch up." Then she
pulled us forward and rubbed her self against us both. Her
excitement and desire were telegraphic. She stretched up to kiss
me and dropped a hand to Nelson's crotch, kneading him. I wrapped
one arm around her and squeezed her close, poking my now fat
erection into her soft belly. After a long breath-stopping minute
she broke away and bounced over to the tables and began rummaging
through the boxes. 

"I'm so hot, guys, there's got to be something fun to play with
in here", she said as she pawed bent over in the toys.

I walked around the table and tried to find something suitable.
Nelson moved up behind her and grasped her small breasts from
behind. He curled himself over her and poked his erection between
her legs. I saw it's red, shiny head peak from her sandy bush.
She clamped him with her thighs and swayed side to side as he
fondled her. My eye caught something in one of the boxes that
brought a vivid and deeply erotic image to mind: "button-cap"
roofing nails and a hammer. These are 1 ½" long nails with wide
plastic washers on them used to fasten roofing felt and other
thin materials. Their shafts are ridged for improved holding.

These were very familiar to me from my earlier career in the
building industry and I was not surprised to find them among the
items in the box. The use I had in mind to put them to suddenly
excited me very much. Somehow I knew that Julie's kind of arousal
was well suited to my idea.

"Crawl up on the table," I said and reached for her hand. She got
a devilish look in her eye and lifted one knee up as I pulled her
toward me. Nelson stepped back to watch, palming himself. She
allowed me to place her on her hands and knees in alignment with
the long dimension of the table. Her breath was already shallow
and ragged. 

I took her right hand and pressed it flat against the wood,
spreading her fingers just a fraction of an inch. Then I inserted
a nail between two fingers and gently tapped it with the hammer.
Julie gave an excited shriek and shuddered but didn't pull her
had away. I carefully pounded nails into the spaces between the
fingers of that hand, driving them down till they were snug
against the skin, immobilizing her but causing no pain. I did the
same with the left. Julie watched, rocking back and forth,
panting in her excitement, her small breasts swinging rigid below
her, the nipples crinkled to sharp points. My erection felt as
hard and hot and eager as any I'd ever had.

I moved around the table and did the same with her upturned feet,
driving the nails tight between the soft pads of her toes. I was
very careful not to hurt her. Julie hung her head down in a veil
of blond hair and whimpered. Her rocking increased in tempo.

Laying aside the hammer I climbed up on the table behind her. I
squatted there, my member pulsing and dripping and ran my hands
along Julie's body. I stroked her from her shoulders down along
her ribs to her slim waist and hooked my hands into the crease at
the top of her hips. I gripped her by the pelvic bones as she
presented herself to me. I felt her urgency like an electric
current. I smelled her arousal. She thrust herself back at me and
strained at the nails holding her to the table.

" Oh, God,.....Please, please, please....", She said through
clenched teeth. I reached to press my pole down to aim at her
spread sex. I felt the heat of her radiating against my belly as
I gently pressed against her puffy lips, parting them slowly with
my wide crown. She was moist and warm, ready for me. She pushed
back, quivering, her hard nipples dragging on the tabletop,
wanting me inside. My own desire being nearly uncontrollable I
moved forward slowly, entering her with care and delicacy. We
were both very near orgasm.

Gradually I slid into her until her wet pussy-lips kissed my
balls. As I ground against her course hair she jerked forward
then shoved back, then again and again. She threw her head from
side to side in climax, keening like an animal. I had to grip her
hips tight and hold her impaled to the root on me to keep from
cumming myself. Trying to hold her still I looked up and noticed
a few people gathered, watching us lit up on the break room
table. I paid them little attention.

Slowly Julie's quaking subsided and she hung her head again,
breathing heavily. I eased myself back and forth in her, pulling
on her flared hips. The flesh of her ass shone with sweat and a
rivulet ran down the cleft of her spine.

Nelson, who had watched with the others, then came forward, his
hard spike waggling as he walked. He grasped Julie's hair and
pulled her head up. He pushed himself at her mouth and she opened
for him, eagerly bobbing. 

"Man, I'm too excited!", he gasped as he emptied himself into her
mouth. Holding her immobile by the hair with both hands he rocked
up onto his toes and popped in and out from between her lips,
spouting. Semen splattered the floor. I felt Julie shudder again
as she came and let myself go, too. 

I pulled her ass tight to me and pounded out my orgasm, rocked
back tight as an archer's bow. I felt each hot bolt shoot through
me and grunted through my passion, jamming the immobilized girl
onto me till I was spent. 

Finally I relaxed and slipped out, leaving Julie gaping, her head
down on the table, tremors passing through her tight body. I
slipped stiffly from the table and moved to her front, bending to
thank the girl. I leaned close and heard her say, "More,
please......."

So I pulled up a chair and sat where I could play with her
breasts as another man climbed onto the table to take my place. 




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