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Subject: {ASSM} Keep Manhattan, Just Give Me That Countryside: Part 6 - Business And Pleasure (MF, preg, anal, rom, cons)
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Keep Manhattan, Just Give Me That Countryside
Part 6   Business And Pleasure (MF, preg, anal, rom, cons)

"Wow, so this is your home?" Victoria was obviously enamored with
the sights of New York City. We had just ended our honeymoon last
week. We spent a wonderful two weeks in Honolulu, enjoying the
warm weather, the beautiful sunshine, and the refreshing surf.
Victoria was no stranger to beaches; she frequently took trips to
Barcelona and Nice to enjoy swimming and sunbathing. However,
this was her first trip to the States.

"No," I stated, "my home is the same as yours, in Ansbach,
Bavaria, Germany. However, I grew up close to here." I was
Brooklyn born and Brooklyn bred. Considering the people I hung
out with in my youth, it's a wonder I wasn't Brooklyn dead. I
grew up in one of Brooklyn's roughest neighborhoods. The sounds
of gunfire and police sirens were almost a daily ritual. Where I
grew up, you either got tough or you got your ass kicked. I made
it a goal to get the hell out of Brooklyn before I became another
statistic   either in a prison or in the morgue.

The experiences of my youth were partly responsible for making me
what I am today. I was considered a badass in Brooklyn. I had my
fair share of fights, and I had my fair share of run-ins with the
law. When I was fifteen, a nice off-duty police offer gave me
some advice: Channel my energy into something productive, or I
would wind up dead or in jail. I decided to study business, and I
became a businessman. From the very start, I was a hard-working
and a hard-driving individual. I've stepped on a few toes in my
career, and I've fired my fair share of employees, but as a great
businessman who was once a prisoner of the Nazi concentration
camps once said, "Business is war." Business is cut-throat. There
are all sorts of people who will pat you on the back with one
hand, and stab you in the back with the other. Me? I don't play
that way. I tell you the truth and don't talk any bullshit.

We were walking down Fifth Avenue and finally arrived at XC
America, the American division of my global company. My friend
Steven had become settled in his new position as President of XC
America. Today, we would be having board meetings and going over
the business strategy of our upcoming computer operating system.
Normally, a Linux-based operating system would need word-of-mouth
advertising. However, as part of our business strategy, we used
the mainstream media to get the word out. After our board
meeting, I will be interviewed by FOX Business Channel, MSNBC,
and CNN to let them know of the progress and how XCOS will
revolutionize the software industry.

Victoria and I rode the elevator to the fifteenth floor, the top
floor os XC America's headquarters. As we stepped off the
elevator, I told Victoria how boring board meetings are.

"You mean bored meetings?" Victoria said with a supressed laugh.

My laugh, however, was not supressed. I laughed heartily at
Victoria's double meaning. We walked to the front door of my
office. Even though I was no longer President of XC America, I
made it clear that I would never give up my office and that
nobody else was allowed to use it without permission. "Like I
said, they get boring. Why don't you wait in my office and watch
some TV? You can call your parents and let them know we're
okay."

"Okay, darling," said Victoria. We kissed, and Victoria opened
the door and went inside. I walked down the hall until I reached
our conference room. I opened the double doors and walked inside
and saw familiar faces.

"Welcome back, Sean-Paul!" The shout came from Steven. Steven
walked up to me and greeted me with a pat on the back. I returned
the greeting. "How does it feel to be back in the big city, Eddie
Albert?"

I laughed at the crude reference to the show "Green Acres" which
I loved to watch as a kid. However, after being accustomed to the
quiet and small nature of Ansbach, being in big cities made me
feel uneasy, as if the whole world was crowding around me. When I
was a kid growing up in Brooklyn, I dreamed of living in
Manhattan. I eventually realized my dream and enjoyed the big
city, but after living with Victoria in her hometown, the big
city no longer appealed to me. "Claustrophobic," I stated.
"Anway, ready to do business?"

"You bet," said Steven.

The board meeting was   well, boring. We went over dates and
figures and expenses. However, when Steven got to the part of the
development of XCOS, well, things got interesting. According to
research, development of XCOS was accelerating faster that we
ever expected, and bug reports indicated no flaws whatsoever. The
graphics department showed us several designs for the XCOS logo.
One in particular caught my eye. It was by Steven's new
girlfriend Sarita. I immediately set up a Skype conference call
with the executives in Munich, and we were all pleased with the
development of XCOS, and we all unanimously agreed on Sarita's
design.

After two hours, we ended the board meeting. Steven, Sarita, and
I remained. Steven got three wine glasses and poured us some
cognac, my favorite. We talked about what has been going on in
our lives. I found out that Steven had met Sarita while doing
business in Cabo San Lucas. Sarita was working as a hotel
receptionist, and they fell in love at first sight. "Dont worry,
Sean-Paul," said Steven, "she has her paperwork. I'm not going to
jeopardize your company by hiring an illegal."

I laughed heartily. We talked more and more, but then I
remembered Victoria was waiting for me in my office. "Well, I
hate to spoil the fun," I said, "but my wife is waiting for me in
my office. We'll talk later. I patted Steven on the shoulder.
"It's about time this guy's had a great girl in his life," I said
to Sarita. She smiled. Then I exited the conference room and
headed for my office.

I opened the door and noticed that my wife had fallen asleep on
the sofa. She had turned it to FOX Business Channel and gotten so
bored with the business talk on the TV that she fell asleep. I
supressed a laugh, and then I turned off the TV and raised my
wife's head so I could sit down. I placed her head in my lap. I
gently stroked the soft skin of her flawless face as she
slumbered. She turned her head so that her face was in my crotch.
I felt her warm breath on my cloth-covered cock. It felt
wonderful. My cock began to grow, lengthen, and stiffen. Finally,
it became fully erect, and my bulge was pressing against her hot
mouth.

I was tempted to get up and go to my private restroom and jerk
off, but then I felt Victoria's expert mouth placing gentle
kisses up and down the length of my erection. I looked down, and
her eyes were open. Then she raised up, wrapped her arms around
the back of my head, and pulled me in as she sought my lips.

We kissed lightly, but then our kisses gradually deepened. I felt
light-headed as my wife snaked her tongues into my mouth and slid
it playfully against mine before she started licking at my teeth
and the soft palate of my mouth. I gently bit down on her
invading tongue, and she made spitting noises as she giggled. I
returned the favor and slid my tongue into her mouth, tasting
every single inch of what I could reach in her oral orifice. Then
she returned the favor and gently bit down on my tongue, causing
both of us to laugh noisily. Then I slid a hand under her skirt,
searching for her womanly treasure.

"AH!" Victoria moaned as I seized the swelling nub of her
clitoris and stroked it firmly. Then my other hand slid down
there, and I slid two fingers in her moist slit. I could hardly
believe that seven months from now, my son or daughter would be
exiting out this slit to enter this world as our child.
Victoria's moans became more erratic. We were both sweating. The
spicy yet sweet scent of her arousal was filling the room. My
cock was throbbing. I could take no more.

After Victoria's latest checkup, the OB-GYN told us that we
needed to start to refrain from vaginal intercourse to prevent
the risk of injury to our child up to and including miscarriage.
However, when we asked about the safety of anal intercourse, the
OB-GYN told us it was perfectly safe until Victoria was five
months along into her pregnancy.

I remembered the first time Victoria and I engaged in anal
intercourse. We had stopped at a hotel on my way to meeting Mr.
Hermann, the investor and CFO of my company. We engaged in
foreplay, and then Victoria asked me to fuck her ass. After
finding lube and amyl nitrate in the hotel room's bathroom, I
took her anal cherry, and the amyl nitrate caused the pain of
anal friction to combine with the pleasure of clitoral
stimulation and explode in a cataclysmic orgasm.

But considering the fact that Victoria is pregnant, we cannot use
amyl nitrate for fear of is harming our child. Then I remembered
how Victoria loves to get her rocks off by watching gay male
porn. I got the remote control and turned it to the hardcore porn
channels until I found two guys fucking around. "I want to fuck
your hot sexy ass," I whispered into my wife's ear.

Victoria moaned, and her entire body shivered in pleasure. "Only
if we can take turns," my wife said with a voice shaky with
arousal.

I readily agreed. Victoria and I loved anal. I loved fucking her
tight ass, and I loved it when she fucked mine with her strap-on.
"Do you have your strap-on?" I asked Victoria.

"No," she stated, "it's at the hotel."

"When we get back to the hotel, you can fuck my ass, darling," I
said. With that, I got up and locked the door. I returned to the
sofa, stripped off my slacks and underwear, and raised Victoria's
skirt and pulled her thong panties down and off. I coated my cock
with the juices leaking from her pussy, and then I pulled her
sweaty cheeks apart exposing her backdoor. I placed the head of
my cock at her back entrance, and then I pushed.

"EEEEOOOWWWWW!" Victoria cried out in pleasure-induced agony as
my cock filled her bowels. The peristaltic movement of her rectum
slowly sucked me in until finally I felt the base of my cock
surrounded by her fleshy, twitching sphincter. My entire ten inch
length was buried to the hilt in her ass. Her head dropped down
as I slowly pulled out, and then her head raised up as I drove my
cock into her. 

Victoria's ass felt like a molten furnace. The clenching of her
anus was almost unbearable. I took my mind off of my pleasure in
order to try to delay my orgasm. I gripped Victoria around her
hips and fucked her faster and faster on my cock. Victoria glued
her eyes to the TV screen, wanting the visual image of gay male
anal sex to get her off. Victoria's grunts and groans turned into
moans as she seized her fully-erect clitoris and frigged it
madly. I brought my head down to her head and began speaking in
her ear. "Pretend that that's us," I said to my wife. She let out
a sharp cry as my words threatened to send her over the edge.
Finally, I removed her hand from her clit, only to seize the
stiff nub between my index finger and thumb and began tugging at
it as if it were a tiny cock. "Feel me jerking that big hot cock
of yours! Feel me rubbing that g-spot deep inside your ass,
making you shoot a bucket full of cum!"

Victoria's moans rose in volume and pitch, and then I seized her
throbbing stiff clit between fingernail and thumbnal and pinched
down, and she exploded. "AAAAAIIIIIIIEEEEEEEE!" Victoria screamed
as her body was seized by an intense climax. "EEEEE! EEEEE!
EEEEE!" She cried out repeatedly as each spasms tore though her,
causing her entire body to tremble violently. Her rectum clenched
repeatedly around my organ, and the increased sensation sent me
over the edge. "AAAUUURRGGHH!" I howled as I squelched gob after
gob of cum deep in my wife's bowels. My penis felt like a stick
of lite dynamite which threatened to blow apart. Finally, our
orgasms subsided, and we collapsed on the floor as we were wiped
out.

After a half an hour, we cleaned ourselves up and got dressed. We
straightened our clothes and our hair, and then we heard a knock
at the door. I opened the door, and was greeted by the staff of
CNN. The lighting crew and camera people set up their equipment,
and the makeup artist applied makeup to my face to make me look
normal under the bright lights. How I love dealing with the
press.

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