As It Is

The melodious sound of her laughter wafted across the room and Ben stared out of the corner of his eye at the person who'd made her laugh. Not surprisingly, it was a man. She had her hand linked in his and she pressed against him in such a way he had little doubt it had brushed against her pert breast.

Ben readjusted his glasses and swallowed painfully, pretending to study his papers but actually going back to their meeting a few hours before.

He had walked into the auditorium, hoping to use the time before the seminar to practice his speech. Unfortunately, someone had had the idea before him and was prancing about on stage, notes held in front of her, obviously engrossed in mumbling to herself, scanning the invisible audience.

He walked towards the stage and stopped at the bottom to wipe his smudged glasses. When he put them on again, he was staring at a woman. He judged her to be in her mid-twenties with high cheekbones and that just-waking-up-from-sleep set of eyes peculiar to Asians.

He must have been staring too intently, because she stopped and stared back, arms akimbo. He didn't appear to notice.

'Well?' he r voice jerked him back to reality.

'Umm, hi,' he squeaked. 'Benjamin...' what was his surname?

'Kim,' she said, saving him. 'Are you one of the speakers?'

'Yes,' he replied, sweat breaking out on his forehead. He'd just noticed something which required some delicate handling. Her skirt was not indecent, but with the full glare of the lights behind her, he could make out her dark triangle. He gulped.

'Nice to meet you,' she said. 'I was just practicing.'

'Your skirt,' he blurted out before he could stop himself.

'What about it?' she asked.

He couldn't go any further. She looked down, and said,'Oh!' without any embarrassment while he colored, looking away.

'Thank you Mr Benjamin. May I call you Benjamin?' she asked as she gathered up her notes.

'My friends call me Ben,' he said, slightly bolder.

'Mine call me Kim,' she smiled sweetly at him. 'I've got to run.'

She hurried out of the hall and he found a seat, a little too excited to practice after what he had just seen.

'Here he is!' someone cried, jolting him out of his reverie.

He looked up sheepishly as Kim settled in the chair beside him.

'Thanks for the warning Prof,' she said putting an arm around him. She turned to her companion,'Ben saved me a great deal of embarrassment today.'

She introduced hem both, and ordered some wine. They chatted, and he noticed she noticed she touched both of them a lot, Reason told him she loved touching people, but something deep down spoke of a special meaning the times she touched him.

Herbert left and they found themselves alone, talking of all kinds of things. Gradually, her speech became slurred and he realized she was getting tipsy. He offered to take her up to her room.

They went up in the elevator and he had to hold her up to prevent her from collapsing while he searched through her handbag for her keys. Instead, he encountered the usual jungle in ladies' handbags -- makeup, mirrors and various odds and ends. He finally found it but she had almost passed out. He had to carry her the rest of the way.

Once in the room, she straightened up and pushed him with a strength he found surprising. He landed unceremoniously in the sofa and she straddled his chest.

'What the...?' he began.

'Shut up,' she pinched his lips shut, then released them. 'Well?'

'You weren't drunk?' he asked.

'Of course not,' she said, smiling at him when his midsection jerked. Her hand had found its way into his pants and was fondling him through his boxers. His pipe elongated and pushed against his trousers. She unzipped him and freed his cock.

Kim leaned towards Ben and kissed him on the lips. He was not a great kisser so she took charge, her tongue and lips playing games in and out of his mouth as she stroked his hot penis.

She disengaged and got off his chest, as she began to strip. He watched her, following the gentle swell of her small breasts as they came into view, down past her navel and stopping at her mound on which there was a luxuriant growth of black hair. As she took each item off, she folded it in half and placed it carefully on the table -- including her white panties.

She swung a leg across his chest, presenting her ass to him as she took his cock into her mouth. He spread her butt cheeks and buried his tongue inside her. It was an almost comical sight -- the little lady stretched all the way across his seven foot frame, trying to take all of his monster cock into her mouth while his huge Roman nose bored into her sweaty asshole as he tried to get his tongue into her pink slit.

He hadn't shaved for a while, and soon his rough chin and cheek began to take it's toll on her thighs. She got off him and rummaged in her handbag, returning with a condom which she expertly slipped on him. At that moment his cock became flaccid, the latex hanging off it limply. He was deeply mortified.

He sat on the sofa, perfectly ridiculous in his glasses and suit with a limp dick sticking out of his trousers.

'It's okay' she cooed, going into her bedroom to fetch something. It smelt like menthol and looked slightly greasy. He watched her uneasily as she applied it all over his cock. It was hot in a way that wasn't heat.

'What's this stuff?' he asked, alarmed. His cock quickly became blood-engorged. He was so hard it began to ache.

'Chinese balm,' she said, smearing the last of it on his cock. She picked the condom off the carpet and tossed it in the wastebasket, fetching a fresh one from her handbag. She unfurled it over him and sat on his cock.

He grabbed her small ass in his big hands, the urgency of the burning sensation in his member urging him on. He slammed into her all nine inches of him. She loved a rough fucking, moaning her pleasure as the feelings began to climb.

As quickly as he had begun, he held onto her and ejaculated, leaving her behind. She tried to move, but he was already limp.

'Ben,' she whispered. He was fast asleep, snoring like a locomotive.

She sighed with resignation as she headed for the drawer where she kept her vibrator...

Fraulein

Henry refused to admit to anyone, but deep down inside him, he was scared of his boss. Her frosty glare combined with her cold beauty told him she was quite dangerous if one got on the wrong side of her.

When Kim, her pretty Korean secretary came to summon him in person, he was seized by a cold chill. She could have placed a call to him from the office but it appeared she wanted to warn him.

'Hello Kim,' he reached for her bottom. She slapped his hand away, plainly indicating their usual foray wasn't on today.

'The Boss wants you,' she said. 'I think you're in some kind of trouble.'

Henry's fears were confirmed.

'Tell me Kim,' he said. 'Do you have any idea what it is I have done?'

She left without saying a word and Henry was left to deal with his fears alone. He sat at his desk twiddling his thumbs in despair.

His head buzzing with trepidation, he made his way to her office. Kim refused to meet his eye. She just nodded him towards the door. He stepped in and shut the door behind him, waiting for her to acknowledge his presence.

'Mr Henry,' she said without looking up. For some reason, she had a dislike for him, always referring to him as if he was a stranger and he was obliged to do the same.

'At your service Fraulein,' he said. She looked up , a look of surprise on her face. The moment passed and her face was inscrutable once again.

'You speak German?' she asked.

'I'm Swiss,' he said. 'As you well know, I was picked because I spoke French, Italian and German fluently.'

'I see,' she said in such a way as to dispel the familiarity which he had tried to establish. 'From now on, I'm Miss Antje -- don't you ever call me Fraulein again.'

'Yes ma'am,' he said, slightly irked that she had impolitely left him standing but too afraid to ask to sit down.

'Good,' she said. 'It has come to my notice that you've been using the company's resources for non-company work.'

'I don't understand, Miss Antje,' he said.

'I'm not going to play games with you,' she said. 'You have been viewing pornography on the company computer assigned to you.'

He stood open-mouthed, staring down at her, deeply mortified that his secret had been found out.

'And our security cameras have picked you harassing Miss Kyung on several occasions. She has however, decided not to press charges against you.'

Of course Kim would have lied to cover her ass -- she was his girlfriend, but the secret was known to only both of them.

'Even if it was consensual, we maintain a "no sex between employees policy here",' she continued. 'I am highly disappointed in you, Mr Henry. Do you have an explanation?'

He stood like a five-year-old, looking down at his feet, refusing to meet her gaze.

'I'm sorry,' he said in a hoarse voice.

'Being sorry won't repair the damage,' her words sliced into his heart like a blunt, rusty knife. 'You have hundreds of pictures of women's anuses on your computer -- such funny porn to look at.'

'I'm leaving,' he said, anger giving him courage. He unpinned his identity card from his shirt and tossed it onto her desk, then spun on his heel and headed for the door.

'I'm not finished with you Mr Henry!' she called after him.

'I no longer work for you,' he flung back and exited the office.

'Henry!' Kim called after him trying to catch up with him in her high-heeled shoes. With his long strides however, he soon left her behind.

He drove aimlessly around the city for a while, then stopped at the park to take a walk and decide on things. He was however, too disturbed to think about anything and decided to head home.

He pulled up next to a green Audi, too engrossed in his misfortune to realize none of his neighbours drove a green Audi -- his boss did. He took his keys from his pocket, jingling them as he approached the door.

Someone was sitting on the steps, but since he wasn't wearing his glasses, he could not tell who it was. He could however, tell it was a woman and his heart beat loudly as he imagined it was Kim come to demand an explanation.

When he drew near, the woman looked up at him and a shock, like a bolt of electricity shot through him. It was Antje.

'What are you doing here?' he asked coldly. 'You'd better leave before I call the cops.'

'I've come to explain,' her voice was cracked, and he could tell she had been crying when he observed her red eyes.

'By golly, you'd better have a good explanation,' he swore. 'Spit it out and be on your way.'

'Won't you even invite me in?' she asked.

Henry stood for a while, a frown on his lips as he debated within himself if it was worth it. 'Come in.'

She walked into the house and stood, waiting for him to invite her to sit. He felt a certain petty satisfaction as he poured himself a drink and stretched himself out on the sofa, looking up at her.

'Well?' he prompted, sipping his drink with relish.

'I'm sorry,' she said in a little voice. She held her handbag in both hands and stared at her feet, rubbing the toes of her pumps against each other.

'About?' he sat up, curious. 'Weren't you justified?'

'Almost all the men look at porn in the company,' she said, a blush covering her face and extending to her neck as she said. 'I do too.'

'Hmmmm,' he said.

'I've had feelings for you for quite a while,' she blushed even redder, becoming more agitated. 'I was so jealous of you and my secretary so I installed cameras in your office.'

'That explains it,' he said. 'Unfortunately, I don't feel the same way towards you and you have humiliated me enough. I'll have my resignation letter in tomorrow.'

Her lower lip trembled, and he thought she was going to cry again.

'What do you want then?' he asked.

She stood for a while, not answering him. Suddenly, her hands went to her throat and she unbuttoned her suit, revealing a pink lacy bra. She undid the straps , baring her breasts. Henry sat still, refusing to believe his eyes.

She unzipped her skirt , and kicking off her pumps, divested herself of her clothes until she stood completely naked before him. Henry should have called the cops, or stopped her as soon as he saw her undress before him, but he was so fascinated watching her, no doubt controlled by the snaky monster in his trousers that he stared dumbly, waiting impatiently for the next portion of her body to be unveiled.

She stood looking down at her feet, as naked as the day she was born. Long neck, medium breasts, flat tummy, light bush... Henry's eyes travelled down, appraising her features, even as he got harder.

'So what's the meaning of this?' he asked.

'I want you,' she said simply, walking towards him, still too embarrassed to look him in the face. She stopped with her pubes directly in front of him and pulled his head to her.

Henry felt his tongue dart out of his mouth of its own accord and bury itself in her sweet-tasting slit. He licked her hungrily, reaching for her buttocks and pulling her tightly to his face.

She moaned, calling is name,'Henry' with a tenderness he'd never have guessed existed in her, and he increased his attentions. She came again and again, flooding his tongue with her liquid, her legs quaking from the paroxysms that went through her. He held her firmly, as he sensed she was too weak to stand and lifted her onto the sofa.

If her legs were weak, her hands were not. Like a tigress, she unzipped his trousers quickly, tugging them down with along with his boxers, freeing his aching cock which pointed straight up as soon as it left its restraints.

Without much ado, she took him into her mouth and began to suck him with an urgency that had him try to hold her back to go slower so he wouldn't come so soon. He found himself unable to control her bobbing head so he wet his thumb in his mouth and reached between the cheeks of her ass, searching for the crinkly rosebud.

As he found her pucker and began to slip his finger in, she took her head off his cock.

'I had an idea you'd do that soon,' she said.

'Do what?' he pretended not to know, still worming his finger past her sphincter. He wanted to hear her say it.

'Play with my anus,' she blushed. 'You have an anus fetish don't you?'

'Sort of,' he replied, finally getting his finger in and moving it in and out. The tightness began to reduce as he fingered her, and soon he was doing it with ease.

'Do you ever touch Kim's?' she asked, bolder now at discussing this forbidden area.

'She won't let me,' Henry replied, adding a second finger.

'Are you going to have sex with me in the anus?' she asked, a slight look of alarm on her face.

'You mean, am I going to fuck your ass?' he teased, her asshole relaxing to accommodate his two fingers.

'Yes,' she blushed.

'No,' he replied. 'I don't think that's something I'll ever do. Looking at it and playing with it is something I'm quite content with.'

She was no longer blushing. Instead, there was a naughty, impish smile on her face as she stood up, his fingers leaving her ass. She bent over in font of him, spreading her cheeks, revealing her pink wrinkled hole to him.

'This is unbecoming of a lady, Fraulein,' he mocked, returning his finger to her ass, getting it easily in.

She moaned, crying out as she came again, her asshole holding his finger in until she relaxed.

He pulled her down onto his lap, cupping her breasts for the first time, running his hands over her hard nipples. They kissed, her lipstick smearing all over his lips as their tongues tangoed, his hands still fondling her ample tits.

His thighs were wet from her pussy, and her ass on his lap had bent his cock, causing him some pain. He lifted her a little, and entered her with a sharp jab. She gasped, holding him tightly as he began to fuck her.

'Harder,' she whispered in his ear and he began to bang her for all he was worth. The sharp intake of breath told him she was about to come. He was right there with her, flooding the walls of her pussy with his semen.

When the intensity of their lovemaking had passed, she asked quietly,'So are you still leaving?'

'No,' he said.

'Ahh,' she gasped as his finger entered her ass again. 'What's going to happen with Kim?'

He was silent.

'Kim doesn't let you touch her asshole but I do,' her voice was small again and he realized that this lady was despite all appearances, still a child at heart.

Photoshop

I opened the door slowly, careful not to make any noise. I let my eyes wander lazily around the room. Halfway on it's journey, I stopped.

Just outside the window, the pink flesh of his cock showing through his fist, Henry was jerking off, oblivious to my presence. His hand travelled up and down his shaft, stroking it with fervor. A picture lay before him, and that was obviously the focus of his attention..

Somehow, someway, I knew who was in the picture.

It was me.

His mouth hung open like a panting dog as he went at it more furiously than ever, bucking his hips as he orgasmed. I watched his pulsing cock as the thick white spunk shot upwards in rhythmic jets. I heard him sigh behind the window as he wiped himself with a handkerchief.

I left the office, shaken more at my brazenness in watching my colleague masturbate than at the wetness I felt between my legs. I felt a certain urge to have my own masturbation session, but my friend Lisa was in the office. I wondered what my office mate would think of me.

Att lunch time I waited for Henry to leave his office, then snuck in and went to his desk. The picture was lying on his desk and I picked it up for a closer look. The woman had my face and my features but she had slightly bigger breasts. She was holding the peaked twins to the viewer and I wondered how Henry had made the manipulation.

"Photoshop," a voice said behind me, answering my unspoken question.

I stood still, not daring to move, staring blankly at the paper in my hand.

"I'm afraid the star whose picture I used in the picture had slightly bigger mammaries," Henry's voice came from behind me. "You must have watched me back there didn't you?"

I nodded mechanically, unable to speak.

Suddenly, my right breast was in his hand. He held me intimately, rubbing my nipple through my blouse. I bit my lower lip, letting the sensations take control.

He turned me around slowly. He placed his hand under my chin to tilt my face upward, then leaned down and kissed me. My knees grew weak with desire. I placed my hand on his chest and fumbled with the buttons of his shirt.

He stopped me, pulling away from me and holding me some distance away.

'The pleasure's all going to be yours," he said, squeezing both my breasts gently in his huge hands. Placing his hands around my waist, he pulled me to him and we resumed kissing, his hand going lower. He unzipped my skirt, letting it fall and settle in a puddle around my feet while he pulled my panties a little way down.

His fore finger penetrated me from below, his thumb massaging my clit. I moaned into his mouth as he fingered me with dexterity. My orgasm hit me like a shockwave and I went faint, his firm arms lifting my limp body and placing me on my back on his desk.

I felt him part my legs, then felt his hot breath on my thighs. I almost came even before his tongue touched my clit, moving in slow smooth strokes from the shaft to the hood. I ran my hands through his hair, urging him on, desperate to come and come again.

He lifted my legs above my head, and began to kiss me all over my ass -- smooth, feathery kisses that left a tingling in the skin of my bum. I sighed contentedly, half wishing he would go back to sucking on my clit.

I jerked involuntarily when his tongue touched my asshole. It was a new feeling -- so naughty, yet so wonderful -- as his wet tongue rimmed me. He varied the pressure -- light like a feather sometimes, hard and insistent other times. I could feel another orgasm building up wherever they come from.

The replacement was so sudden I had another jolt. One minute, he was swabbing my asshole with his tongue and the next, his finger, coated in my wetness was inside. My sphincter clenched around his finger, and I tried to relax.

He moved gently, giving me time to get used to the foreign object within my ass. I relaxed, his finger sliding in and out of my proffered ass while he rubbed my clit.

I came again, out of the plethora of wonderful sensations coursing through me, dimly aware of his finger sawing in and out of my ass.

Everything dissolved in an annoying RRRRRRRRRING.

My alarm clock went off, bringing me back to the present. I got up slowly, half-wishing my dream had run to its conclusion.

Dr. Temple

The young lady in the starched white gown was staring intently at me. I stared back coolly, matching her gaze.

'Hello Mr Bauer,' she held out her hand. I took it.

'Hello Nurse,' I took it.

'Doctor Temple,' she corrected. 'Is this your first physical?'

'Er, yes,' I replied.

She walked over to the bed and smoothed the sheets.

'Over her please,' she said. I walked to the bed and stood facing her.

'We'll need to get your clothes off,' she said.

'Everything?' I asked with horror.

'Most -- at least for now,' she smiled. 'You can leave your underwear on -- although I'll have to examine your genitals towards the end.'

I took off my clothes, leaving my boxers on. As I undressed, I sensed she was enjoying watching me strip, despite the professional straight face she kept.

I sat on the bed and she tapped my knee with a rubber hammer.

'Good reflexes,' she said. 'I need you to lie on your back now.'

She ran her hand lightly over my stomach, palpating my stomach gently.

'Feel any pain?' she asked.

'No,' I replied. She took down some notes, then went to fetch her stethoscope.

My eyes followed her as she walked, mostly fixed on her firm ass clearly outlined in her white trousers. As she bent over her desk, my little friend came to life in my boxers. I quickly slipped my hand into my boxers and stuffed my cock between my legs.

She returned with a sthethoscope and placed the cold metal against my chest. I shivered slightly as I observed the tops of her breasts that showed through her gown while she looked at her watch.

'Relax, Mr Bauer,' she said when she looked up. 'We're not having military pracice yet. Why don't you keep your feet slightly apart and relax your shoulders?'

I complied without thinking and a bulge appeared in my boxers. I blushed, wishing the ground would open and take me in.

'It's a normal reaction, Mr Bauer,' I heard her say. 'There's no need to be ashamed.'

My obstinate cock steadily got harder as her hands moved over my body.

'Could you get your boxers off for me?' she asked. With some trepidation, I slipped them off and my 8-inch boner came into view.

'You're a well-endowed man, Mr Bauer,' she said, obviously to make me feel easy as she took my penis in her gloved hand and holding it straight up, gave me a sharp tap. I gave a yelp as my cock deflated instantly.

'I'm sorry -- I can't examine you with an erection,' she said, by way of explanation.

I got hard almost immediately, causing me another measure of embarassment.

'Am I really that enticing?' she asked, stroking me. I gulped, knowing she wasn't holding me in a professional capacity any longer.

I watched dry throated as her head descended slowly and she took my cock in her mouth.

'Er...' I stammered. 'Is this part of the examination?'

She released me to answer,'What do you think?' with a smile on her face.

She fellated me slowly, then gradually increased her pace. I tried to keep from coming but she was obviously an expert. It'd been long since I got laid. I shot a huge load into her mouth and she gagged on my cock.

I sat up, alarmed, cradling her head in my lap.

'Are you okay?' I asked. She nodded, swallowing. I cupped her breasts in both hands and fondled them. I could feel her hard nipples through her blouse as I rubbed.

I leaned towards her and we kissed - one of those desperate kisses by people who know they have little time. I could taste the saltiness of my come on her tongue as I moved my hand behind and grasped her ass cheeks.

She pulled away and looked at her watch.

'We don't have much time,' she said.

I unzipped her white slacks and tugged it halfway down, along with her panties. Her pubic hair was trimmed very low, and when I parted her legs, there were glistening drops of wetness on the hair surrounding her core. Without much ado, I buried my tongue inside the pinkness of her cunt.

She squeezed me with her legs, almost suffocating me as I explored her depths, occasionally flicking my tongue against her swollen clit. I reached behind her, and traced a line from the base of her spine until I found her sphincter.

I traced a line around the rim and she shivered. Weting my finger with some saliva, I slipped it inside her asshole thrusting slowly in and out, getting more of my finger in with each thrust.

Her hands moved behind her and she held her ass apart for my finger. I looked up at her standing over me, face upward, eyes closed and her mouth open in a silent scream and I paid more attention to her clit.

Before long, she came, her hot liquid running into my mouth and down my chin. Her legs gripped my head tighter, suffocating me as her body was wracked with the vibrations of her coming.

Slowly, she released me. We didn't say a word to each other as I went to the sink to wash my hands and face. I dressed quickly while she signed the results of my physical.

'Goodbye Mr Bauer,' she called after me as I got to the door. 'Keep in shape.'

Apologies

I must apologize to my [small] readership for being away for so long. I might have something for you -- soon...