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Get completely naked and wet with Lanie and lose your mind

2011-02-10T03:26:03Z

Pshawerky:

There is one thing you need to do first, before giving in to the lust stirring like soup in your gut. You take your hand out of Lanie, her cunt slurping after it. "Just a second." You stand, turn, go to one of the supply tables, grab the chair there. You take it to the copyroom door, swing the door closed, and jam it under the knob. You wedge it in good and tight. You promise yourself that you will wedge Lanie even tighter. You give the knob a good tug to make sure it stays put. You promise Lanie that you will not stay put when she gives you a good tug, the best of tugs, but gape over her with come.

You turn back to Lanie. She's propped herself up on her elbow against the copier, sodden, sapped, but with a lurking gaze. The fingers of the hand she's propped up on are grasping unconsciously on the floor. She smiles at you, a swampy leer. She's fucking beautiful.

Behind you, the knob rattles. You hear a faint exclamation through the door. Not a moment too soon.

Lanie runs a hand across her comed-over chest and licks her palm obnoxiously, eyes shut.

You say, "You seem to like that stuff."

She looks back at you. "What if I do?"

"What if you do is I have more if what if you do. Gallons. Fucking galleons full."

You whip your shirt off. You fling off your shoes. You shove your trousers down to your ankles, stomp your feet out, and kick them aside. Lanie's eyes widen and narrow. "Well..!"

Stepping over to her, you say, "I'm going to plow through you like the Spanish Armada on the way to England and no fucking Francis Drake to stop me."

Your hard-on bobs like the gulf stream. Lanie's enervated gaze stares as though enthralled by a siren. "He must be off making copies," she says distantly.

"Just like us," you say.

You bend and take Lanie's hand, damp with come and saliva, and pull her up. Her other hand grazes your cock, stiffening it. As she stands beside you, a prickling waves through the nerves in your spine, breaching across your arms and thighs. As though your whole body has become a sense, a sixth sense to detect another nearby body.

Lanie lightly lays those damp hands on your chest. She traces her fingers around your nipples. Her face, her eyes on yours, lose focus. You take the hand that Lanie licked and cover your face with it, press your tongue deeply against the palm and draw it roughly up to her fingertips. Then you put your mouth on hers. The tastes are salt and sour and bitter. Lanie's mouth and tongue move viscously with yours, your breathing mixing like oil. You put a hand behind her neck and press the kiss deeper; then suddenly thrust her hips back against the copier with a bang, and grind your naked cock. Lanie's crotch gyrates in beat with yours, slow and dirty, and she moans around your lips.

You break off with a gasp. "Naked," you whisper, undoing the bottom buttons of her shirt. As you pull it off her arms, you kiss the skin of her shoulders and collarbone. The shirt goes somewhere over your shoulder. Down goes the loose bra, plopping at your feet. You pull her chest against yours, squeeze her clammy tits against you, willing the wetness warm and slippery. You reach down to her skirt and find Lanie's hand already there, tugging the zipper down.

Her hand stops. "Oh! Someone's pushing on the door!"

You realize you've been ignoring it. Muffled yelling is coming from outside the copy room. The knob turns and the door presses in and is stopped by the chair.

What do you do?
* [["They're pirates!" you tell Lanie]].
* [[Ignore them and stalactite with Lanie like you intended]].

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Pull the nurse onto the examining table with you

2011-02-09T03:52:38Z

Pshawerky:

You let the nurse assist you onto the table, but then you grab her and yank her off her feet. You pull her pants open and stab your buzzing cock back into her box. You penetrate her as easily as sliding your hand into a glove, only the fit is much snugger and feels so incredibly good.

The nurse groans loudly and her pussy feels like it's vibrating around your meat.

Dr. Harm clicks her tongue in disapproval.

"How am I supposed to examine your penis when it is inside my nurse?" she asks.

You buck your hips up and down, bouncing the unresisting nurse on top of you. She groans and lets you have your way with her. Her pussy remains active, though, squeezing and releasing your meat in time with your bounces. Soon enough her pussy clenches up and she screams through a wet orgasm that has her honey gushing from her slit. You grip her ass and hold your dick deep inside her while you spurt and spurt.

Do you:
*[[Let the nurse roll off of you]]
*[[Hold onto the nurse and keep fucking her]]
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Demand that Dr. Harm move your penis back where it belongs

2011-02-09T03:44:02Z

Pshawerky:

"I could do that," Dr. Harm says. "But then you wouldn't be interesting anymore. So I won't. However, a penis in the middle of your face might be a mite much. It would make going out in public difficult. Therefore, I will suggest alternatives. I could give you an [[erectile tongue]]. Imagine being able to eat a woman ''and'' fuck her at the same time!

"Alternatively, I could give you a [[penis on each knee]]. You can take two women at once that way!

"Perhaps you would enjoy having a [[tail with a penis in the tip]].

"In any event, the choice is yours. What shall I do?"

You choose:
*An [[erectile tongue]]
*A [[penis on each knee]]
*A [[tail with a penis in the tip]]
*[[To have a different doctor operate on you!]]
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"They're pirates!" you tell Lanie

2011-02-09T03:30:18Z

Pshawerky:

"They're pirates!" you shout. "Corporate raiders!" The door shoves again, hard. The chair stops it but moves inward a little from the thrust. A boozy, flummoxy cheer rises from the door's other side.

"Uh-oh, I think they're going to break in!" cries Lanie. "What do we do?"

"Arr!" comes a gnarly voice from the nudged-open door. "We're going to raid your corporates!"

"Ooh," says Lanie. Her hand moves to the ladylike spot just above her bare bosom.

"Then we'll make you walk the plank, landlubbers, arr!" says another voice.

"Ooh," says Lanie again, as her hand starts to caress the ladylike spot in a somewhat unladylike'''*''' fashion.

"I don't think they're speaking euphemistically, sugar," you say.

"They sound like euphemisms to me," says Lanie. "Anyway, it's your fault if I think they are when they aren't." She takes hold of your cock with her other hand. "I've never thought about sex so much in my entire life."

"Now, come on," you say, draping an arm around her shoulders, all smooth and get-your-freak-on style.

She gives you a little jerk and a squeeze. "Welll.."

She leans over to accept a warm, open kiss.. and you both jump as the Pirates again bang against the door! The chair nudges in a bit farther. "Hurrah!" chorus the pirates woozily.

Do you:
* [[Parley with the pirates]].
* [[Seek a way to escape the copy room]].
* [[Get ready to fight the pirates]].
* [[Try to reinforce the chair]].

'''*''' This is also known as a ''suggestive'' fashion; because ladies do not suggest. They are plain-spoken and direct. And they have plain-spoken and direct sex, with very little use of metaphor and certainly no use whatsoever of synecdoche.

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"They're pirates!" you tell Lanie

2011-02-09T03:28:00Z

Pshawerky:

"They're pirates!" you shout. "Corporate raiders!" The door shoves again, hard. The chair stops it but moves inward a little from the thrust. A boozy, flummoxy cheer rises from the door's other side.

"Uh-oh, I think they're going to break in!" cries Lanie. "What do we do?"

"Arr!" comes a gnarly voice from the nudged-open door. "We're going to raid your corporates!"

"Ooh," says Lanie. Her hand moves to the ladylike spot just above her bare bosom.

"Then we'll make you walk the plank, landlubbers, arr!" says another voice.

"Ooh," says Lanie again, as her hand starts to caress the ladylike spot in a somewhat unladylike fashion.

"I don't think they're speaking euphemistically, sugar," you say.

"They sound like euphemisms to me," says Lanie. "Anyway, it's your fault if I think they are when they aren't." She takes hold of your cock with her other hand. "I've never thought about sex so much in my entire life."

"Now, come on," you say, draping an arm around her shoulders, all smooth and get-your-freak-on style.

She gives you a little jerk and a squeeze. "Welll.."

She leans over to accept a warm, open kiss.. and you both jump as the Pirates again bang against the door! The chair nudges in a bit farther. "Hurrah!" chorus the pirates woozily.

Do you:
* [[Parley with the pirates]].
* [[Seek a way to escape the copy room]].
* [[Get ready to fight the pirates]].
* [[Try to reinforce the chair]].

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"They're pirates!" you tell Lanie

2011-02-09T03:25:36Z

Pshawerky: Created page with '"They're pirates!" you shout. "Corporate raiders!" The door shoves again, hard. The chair stops it but moves inward a little from the thrust. A boozy, flummoxy cheer rises fr…'

"They're pirates!" you shout. "Corporate raiders!" The door shoves again, hard. The chair stops it but moves inward a little from the thrust. A boozy, flummoxy cheer rises from the door's other side.

"Uh-oh, I think they're going to break in!" cries Lanie. "What do we do?"

"Arr!" comes a gnarly voice from the nudged-open door. "We're going to raid your corporates!"

"Ooh," says Lanie. Her hand moves to the ladylike spot just above her bare bosom.

"Then we'll make you walk the plank, landlubbers, arr!" says another voice.

"Ooh," says Lanie again, as her hand starts to caress the ladylike spot in a somewhat unladylike fashion.

"I don't think they're speaking euphemistically, sugar," you say.

"They sound like euphemisms to me," says Lanie. "Anyway, it's your fault if I think they are when they aren't." She takes hold of your cock with her other hand. "I've never thought about sex so much in my entire life."

"Now, come on," you say, draping an arm around her shoulders, all smooth and get-your-freak-on style.

She gives you a little jerk and a squeeze. "Welll.."

She leans over to accept a warm, open kiss.. and you both jump as the Pirates again bang against the door. The chair nudges in a bit farther! "Hurrah!" chorus the pirates woozily.

Do you:
* [[Parley with the pirates]].
* [[Seek a way to escape the copy room]].
* [[Get ready to fight the pirates]].
* [[Try to reinforce the chair]].

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Ignore them and stalactite with Lanie like you intended

2011-02-05T00:34:21Z

Pshawerky:

You realize you've been ignoring the sounds from the door. Muffled yelling is coming from the hallway outside. The doorknob turns and the door presses in against the chair, which holds it in place.

Then your attention is drawn back to Lanie. She turns her hand lightly on your knob and then presses it down the shaft against your hair. Jeebus Presley and the Archbishop of Canterbury but it feels amazing! She squeezes your cockroot, digging her fingertips in just above your ballsack. She pulls you against her middle, holding your slab of flesh in place.

"I don't think I can hear them after all," says Lanie. "Can you?"

She starts nipping and licking your neck. The hallway sounds fuddle away, like a Model T losing gas on the horizon, like a clock slowing, stopping, and moving backwards. Like a timeless cock pushing forward. Lanie's teeth dig into your shoulder and it's as the though the returning sexual trance drips from her fangs into your bloodstream. You smell stone and open spaces and milky subterranean lakes.

The back of your hand touches Lanie's skirt. Brusquely you thrust down to your knees. You grab the hem around Lanie's waist and pull, rumbling "I said ''naked!''" Lanie's hands slap against the copier to hold herself, and it begins to operate. The skirt strains and a curt tearing sound gives way around the flare of Lanie's hips. In a few more yanks you have it down at her ankles. "Ooh, so rough," she coos. There are some red scratches down her hips. The copier makes its steady ''swoosh'' and the light scintillates around Lanie, off her shoulders and the sides of her boobs.

Lanie steps one foot out of her skirt. You grab her legs just above the knees and run the tip of your tongue up her slit, then suck at the top. She writhes and gasps and takes fistfuls of your hair, and in a few seconds has set an excruciating rhythm, her hips and hands cycling your mouth and tongue to her pussy, and away, to and fro. You hold your lips on her clit as long as you can with each suck. In no time at all Lanie's rhythm buckles, leaving your mouth move on her cunt longer, and after a minute more she comes, groaning loud, up and over her head and into space, pressing your face into her.

You keep moving your tongue in her as she calms down, little flicks, staying away from her erect clit. Her hands loosen and again the rich scents of heather and grass fills your nostrils. It's so vivid you close your eyes. When you open them again there is something odd about the copier light. It seems.. to be pink.

Lanie's breathing is deeper. You lick her thickly again, you will make her come on your face again, but she squeaks and jumps away. "Oh no," she says, wagging a finger, "now it's time to take care of both of us. It's time for ''the deed''."

She stands just out of reach. She starts running her hands silkily over her belly and thighs. "Aren't you going to come get it?" she whispers. For a moment you think you hear wind whistling over rock, as if echoing her voice, or her lust.

You move forward on a knee and reach, and she steps back again with a giggle, her tits and thick braid swinging. She covers one nipple with one hand, leaving almost her entire breast exposed, and the lowest part of her pussy with the other, still showing the hair radiating flowerlike from her slit. Something about this makes the blood pound behind your eyes and you leap up with a growl. Lanie shrieks and you chase her once around the room, or rather your cock chases her, using your legs as the motor. The room is darker somehow, the light from the copier casting Lanie's shadow high and large. You want to see your shadow mounting hers.

You brush against something, and think you see a giant fern out of the corner of your eye. But Lanie. Lanie dives under one of the supplies tables. You crouch down, the grass under your feet soft, and offer your cock under the table's edge. "Fishy fishy," you chant, "have some bait, Fishy?" You wait, crouching, moving a little when you hear Lanie move, your cock like a spike. "Won't you bite, Fishy?" Some part of your mind, toward the rear, wishes you hadn't said ''bite''. But then suddenly Lanie's mouth is on you, wet and soft, sucking unseen. She slurps on the head and breathes down the shaft.

Do you:
* [[Let Lanie suck you from under the table]].
* [[Reach for Lanie so you can fuck her at last]]!

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Ignore them and stalactite with Lanie like you intended

2011-02-05T00:33:29Z

Pshawerky:

You realize you've been ignoring the sounds from the door. Muffled yelling is coming from the hallway outside. The doorknob turns and the door presses in against the chair, which holds it in place.

Then your attention is drawn back to Lanie. She turns her hand lightly on your knob and then presses it down the shaft against your hair. Jeebus Presley and the Archbishop of Canterbury but it feels amazing! She squeezes your cockroot, digging her fingertips in just above your ballsack. She pulls you against her middle, holding your slab of flesh in place.

"I don't think I can hear them after all," says Lanie. "Can you?"

She starts nipping and licking your neck. The hallway sounds fuddle away, like a Model T losing gas on the horizon, like a clock slowing, stopping, and moving backwards. Like a timeless cock pushing forward. Lanie's teeth dig into your shoulder and it's as the though the returning sexual trance drips from her fangs into your bloodstream. You smell stone and open spaces and milky subterranean lakes.

The back of your hand touches Lanie's skirt. Brusquely you thrust down to your knees. You grab the hem around Lanie's waist and pull, rumbling "I said ''naked!''" Lanie's hands slap against the copier to hold herself, and it begins to operate. The skirt strains and with a curt tearing sound gives way around the flare of Lanie's hips. In a few more yanks you have it down at her ankles. "Ooh, so rough," she coos. There are some red scratches down her hips. The copier makes its steady ''swoosh'' and the light scintillates around Lanie, off her shoulders and the sides of her boobs.

Lanie steps one foot out of her skirt. You grab her legs just above the knees and run the tip of your tongue up her slit, then suck at the top. She writhes and gasps and takes fistfuls of your hair, and in a few seconds has set an excruciating rhythm, her hips and hands cycling your mouth and tongue to her pussy, and away, to and fro. You hold your lips on her clit as long as you can with each suck. In no time at all Lanie's rhythm buckles, leaving your mouth move on her cunt longer, and after a minute more she comes, groaning loud, up and over her head and into space, pressing your face into her.

You keep moving your tongue in her as she calms down, little flicks, staying away from her erect clit. Her hands loosen and again the rich scents of heather and grass fills your nostrils. It's so vivid you close your eyes. When you open them again there is something odd about the copier light. It seems.. to be pink.

Lanie's breathing is deeper. You lick her thickly again, you will make her come on your face again, but she squeaks and jumps away. "Oh no," she says, wagging a finger, "now it's time to take care of both of us. It's time for ''the deed''."

She stands just out of reach. She starts running her hands silkily over her belly and thighs. "Aren't you going to come get it?" she whispers. For a moment you think you hear wind whistling over rock, as if echoing her voice, or her lust.

You move forward on a knee and reach, and she steps back again with a giggle, her tits and thick braid swinging. She covers one nipple with one hand, leaving almost her entire breast exposed, and the lowest part of her pussy with the other, still showing the hair radiating flowerlike from her slit. Something about this makes the blood pound behind your eyes and you leap up with a growl. Lanie shrieks and you chase her once around the room, or rather your cock chases her, using your legs as the motor. The room is darker somehow, the light from the copier casting Lanie's shadow high and large. You want to see your shadow mounting hers.

You brush against something, and think you see a giant fern out of the corner of your eye. But Lanie. Lanie dives under one of the supplies tables. You crouch down, the grass under your feet soft, and offer your cock under the table's edge. "Fishy fishy," you chant, "have some bait, Fishy?" You wait, crouching, moving a little when you hear Lanie move, your cock like a spike. "Won't you bite, Fishy?" Some part of your mind, toward the rear, wishes you hadn't said ''bite''. But then suddenly Lanie's mouth is on you, wet and soft, sucking unseen. She slurps on the head and breathes down the shaft.

Do you:
* [[Let Lanie suck you from under the table]].
* [[Reach for Lanie so you can fuck her at last]]!

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[[Category: Smutty Sex Romp]]

Ignore them and stalactite with Lanie like you intended

2011-02-05T00:29:41Z

Pshawerky:

You realize you've been ignoring the sounds from the door. Muffled yelling is coming from the hallway outside. The doorknob turns and the door presses in against the chair, which holds it in place.

Then your attention is drawn back to Lanie. She turns her hand lightly on your knob and then presses it down the shaft against your hair. Jeebus Presley and the Archbishop of Canterbury but it feels amazing! She squeezes your cockroot, digging her fingertips in just above your ballsack. She pulls you against her middle, holding your slab of flesh in place.

"I don't think I can hear them after all," says Lanie. "Can you?"

She starts nipping and licking your neck. The hallway sounds fuddle away, like a Model T losing gas on the horizon, like a clock slowing, stopping, and moving backwards. Like a timeless cock pushing forward. Lanie's teeth dig into your shoulder and it's as the though the returning sexual trance drips from her fangs into your bloodstream. You smell stone and open spaces and milky subterranean streams.

The back of your hand touches Lanie's skirt. Brusquely you thrust down to your knees. You grab the hem around Lanie's waist and pull, rumbling "I said ''naked!''" Lanie's hands slap against the copier to hold herself, and it begins to operate. The skirt strains and with a curt tearing sound gives way around the flare of Lanie's hips. In a few more yanks you have it down at her ankles. "Ooh, so rough," she coos. There are some red scratches down her hips. The copier makes its steady ''swoosh'' and the light scintillates around Lanie, off her shoulders and the sides of her boobs.

Lanie steps one foot out of her skirt. You grab her legs just above the knees and run the tip of your tongue up her slit, then suck at the top. She writhes and gasps and takes fistfuls of your hair, and in a few seconds has set an excruciating rhythm, her hips and hands cycling your mouth and tongue to her pussy, and away, to and fro. You hold your lips on her clit as long as you can with each suck. In no time at all Lanie's rhythm buckles, leaving your mouth move on her cunt longer, and after a minute more she comes, groaning loud, up and over her head and into space, pressing your face into her.

You keep moving your tongue in her as she calms down, little flicks, staying away from her erect clit. Her hands loosen and again the rich scents of heather and grass fills your nostrils. It's so vivid you close your eyes. When you open them again there is something odd about the copier light. It seems.. to be pink.

Lanie's breathing is deeper. You lick her thickly again, you will make her come on your face again, but she squeaks and jumps away. "Oh no," she says, wagging a finger, "now it's time to take care of both of us. It's time for ''the deed''."

She stands just out of reach. She starts running her hands silkily over her belly and thighs. "Aren't you going to come get it?" she whispers. For a moment you think you hear wind whistling over rock, as if echoing her voice, or her lust.

You move forward on a knee and reach, and she steps back again with a giggle, her tits and thick braid swinging. She covers one nipple with one hand, leaving almost her entire breast exposed, and the lowest part of her pussy with the other, still showing the hair radiating flowerlike from her slit. Something about this makes the blood pound behind your eyes and you leap up with a growl. Lanie shrieks and you chase her once around the room, or rather your cock chases her, using your legs as the motor. The room is darker somehow, the light from the copier casting Lanie's shadow high and large. You want to see your shadow mounting hers.

You brush against something, and think you see a giant fern out of the corner of your eye. But Lanie. Lanie dives under one of the supplies tables. You crouch down, the grass under your feet soft, and offer your cock under the table's edge. "Fishy fishy," you chant, "have some bait, Fishy?" You wait, crouching, moving a little when you hear Lanie move, your cock like a spike. "Won't you bite, Fishy?" Some part of your mind, toward the rear, wishes you hadn't said ''bite''. But then suddenly Lanie's mouth is on you, wet and soft, sucking unseen. She slurps on the head and breathes down the shaft.

Do you:
* [[Let Lanie suck you from under the table]].
* [[Reach for Lanie so you can fuck her at last]]!

{{SexRompStatus|Location=''[[Your Office]]''|Health=Horny|MP=0|Level=1}}
[[Category: Smutty Sex Romp]]

Get completely naked and wet with Lanie and lose your mind

2011-02-05T00:28:30Z

Pshawerky:

There is one thing you need to do first, before giving in to the lust stirring like soup in your gut. You take your hand out of Lanie, her cunt slurping after it. "Just a second." You stand, turn, go to one of the supply tables, grab the chair there. You take it to the copyroom door and jam it under the knob. You wedge it in good and tight. You promise yourself that you will wedge Lanie even tighter. You give the knob a good tug to make sure it stays put. You promise Lanie that you will not stay put when she gives you a good tug, the best of tugs, but gape over her with come.

You turn back to Lanie. She's propped herself up on her elbow against the copier, sodden, sapped, but with a lurking gaze. The fingers of the hand she's propped up on are grasping unconsciously on the floor. She smiles at you, a swampy leer. She's fucking beautiful.

Behind you, the knob rattles. You hear a faint exclamation through the door. Not a moment too soon.

Lanie runs a hand across her comed-over chest and licks her palm obnoxiously, eyes shut.

You say, "You seem to like that stuff."

She looks back at you. "What if I do?"

"What if you do is I have more if what if you do. Gallons. Fucking galleons full."

You whip your shirt off. You fling off your shoes. You shove your trousers down to your ankles, stomp your feet out, and kick them aside. Lanie's eyes widen and narrow. "Well..!"

Stepping over to her, you say, "I'm going to plow through you like the Spanish Armada on the way to England and no fucking Francis Drake to stop me."

Your hard-on bobs like the gulf stream. Lanie's enervated gaze stares as though enthralled by a siren. "He must be off making copies," she says distantly.

"Just like us," you say.

You bend and take Lanie's hand, damp with come and saliva, and pull her up. Her other hand grazes your cock, stiffening it. As she stands beside you, a prickling waves through the nerves in your spine, breaching across your arms and thighs. As though your whole body has become a sense, a sixth sense to detect another nearby body.

Lanie lightly lays those damp hands on your chest. She traces her fingers around your nipples. Her face, her eyes on yours, lose focus. You take the hand that Lanie licked and cover your face with it, press your tongue deeply against the palm and draw it roughly up to her fingertips. Then you put your mouth on hers. The tastes are salt and sour and bitter. Lanie's mouth and tongue move viscously with yours, your breathing mixing like oil. You put a hand behind her neck and press the kiss deeper; then suddenly thrust her hips back against the copier with a bang, and grind your naked cock. Lanie's crotch gyrates in beat with yours, slow and dirty, and she moans around your lips.

You break off with a gasp. "Naked," you whisper, undoing the bottom buttons of her shirt. As you pull it off her arms, you kiss the skin of her shoulders and collarbone. The shirt goes somewhere over your shoulder. Down goes the loose bra, plopping at your feet. You pull her chest against yours, squeeze her clammy tits against you, willing the wetness warm and slippery. You reach down to her skirt and find Lanie's hand already there, tugging the zipper down.

Her hand stops. "Oh! Someone's pushing on the door!"

You realize you've been ignoring it. Muffled yelling is coming from outside the copy room. The knob turns and the door presses in and is stopped by the chair.

What do you do?
* [["They're pirates!" you tell Lanie]].
* [[Ignore them and stalactite with Lanie like you intended]].

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Get completely naked and wet with Lanie and lose your mind

2011-02-05T00:25:15Z

Pshawerky:

There is one thing you need to do first, before giving in to the lust stirring like soup in your gut. You take your hand out of Lanie, her cunt slurping after it. "Just a second." You stand, turn, go to one of the supply tables, grab the chair there. You take it to the copyroom door and jam it under the knob. You wedge it in good and tight. You promise yourself that you will wedge Lanie even tighter. You give the knob a good tug to make sure it stays put. You promise Lanie that you will not stay put when she gives you a good tug, the best of tugs, but gape over her with come.

You turn back to Lanie. She's propped herself up on her elbow against the copier, sodden, sapped, but with a lurking gaze. The fingers of the hand she's propped up on are grasping unconsciously on the floor. She smiles at you, a swampy leer. She's fucking beautiful.

Behind you, the knob rattles. You hear a faint exclamation through the door. Not a moment too soon.

Lanie runs a hand across her comed-over chest and licks her palm obnoxiously, eyes shut.

You say, "You seem to like that stuff."

She looks back at you. "What if I do?"

"What if you do is I have more if what if you do. Gallons. Fucking galleons full."

You whip your shirt off. You fling off your shoes. You shove your trousers down to your ankles, stomp your feet out, and kick them aside. Lanie's eyes widen and narrow. "Well..!"

Stepping over to her, you say, "I'm going to plow through you like the Spanish Armada on the way to England and no fucking Francis Drake to stop me."

Your hard-on bobs like the gulf stream. Lanie's enervated gaze stares as though enthralled by a siren. "He must be off making copies," she says distantly.

"Just like us," you say.

You bend and take Lanie's hand, damp with come and saliva, and pull her up. Her other hand grazes your cock, stiffening it. As she stands beside you, a prickling waves through the nerves in your spine, breaching across your arms and thighs. As though your whole body has become a sense, a sixth sense to detect another nearby body.

Lanie lightly lays those damp hands on your chest. She traces her fingers around your nipples. Her face, her eyes on yours, lose focus. You take the hand that Lanie licked and cover your face with it, press your tongue deeply against the palm and draw it roughly up to her fingertips. Then you put your mouth on hers. The tastes are salt and sour and bitter. Lanie's mouth and tongue move viscously with yours, your breathing mixing like oil. You put a hand behind her neck and press the kiss deeper; then suddenly thrust her hips back against the copier with a bang, and grind your naked cock. Lanie's crotch gyrates in beat with yours, slow and dirty, and she moans around your lips.

You break off with a gasp. "Naked," you whisper, undoing the bottom buttons of her shirt. As you pull Lanie's shirt off her arms, you kiss the skin of her shoulders and collarbone. The shirt goes somewhere over your shoulder. Down goes the loose bra, plopping at your feet. You pull her chest against yours, squeeze her clammy tits against you, willing the wetness warm and slippery. You reach down to her skirt and find Lanie's hand already there, tugging the zipper down.

Her hand stops. "Oh! Someone's pushing on the door!"

You realize you've been ignoring it. Muffled yelling is coming from outside the copy room. The knob turns and the door presses in and is stopped by the chair.

What do you do?
* [["They're pirates!" you tell Lanie]].
* [[Ignore them and stalactite with Lanie like you intended]].

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Baste Lanie's boobs

2011-02-05T00:23:54Z

Pshawerky:

You withdraw your twitching thighs from Lanie's face. Your expression tells her everything. "Oh oh, here it comes," she says. Her voice is thick and rough.

You push her shoulder so she goes down on her bottom, her legs stretching forward between your legs, and you drop to one knee, straddling them. You scoot more forward, pushing her down so that she's almost on her back and her legs are behind you. Lanie's tits seem to float as she sinks down, and seeing you aim your cock, she arches them up at you; and then, your groan coming harsh and dry in your throat, you splatter Lanie's chest with semen.

It goes on for a minute. Your ragged breathing settles slowly. Lanie leaves the milksop where it falls, stickily dripping down between her tits, or over her fat nipples to her tummy, until the last long cord of come drips down from your cockhead, draping itself over her right tit. Then she touches it with a fingertip or two as your chest slowly gulps air and a light burn builds in your legs from your half-crouch.

"Crazy," she says. "I'm soaked, totally.. ''soaked''." She runs her fingers in the crease under her breast, meets your eyes.

Something about how she says ''soaked'' causes a light to go on. You reach a hand between her legs. Lanie's skirt is pushed up from sliding on the floor, and the southern border of her Map of Tasmania (thank you A.P.!) just peeks below the hem. Lanie is soaking, far wetter than when you fucked her. Your fingers slide over her wet meat, fish along her lips, sift between them. Lanie groans through her lasciviously loosened mouth. Her cunt is as heavy as mercury. You dip all four fingers in as Lanie starts to squirm and grabs your cock, hanging like sweet pudding, getting that string of come on her arm. Your hand moves rapidly in and out, slick as graphite, digits shoving and your thumb pressing her clit. Lanie tries pumping you but you're a bit too soft and sticky and then her eyes meet yours helplessly, her hips start a violent tremble and she loses it, she starts to fucking squirt all over your hand! She keens high and bright in her throat, and sinks, tugging spasmodically.

Your hand and arm are drenched. Lanie's thighs squeeze you. You look at where your hand plunges into her nethers. The top of her skirt is squished across her belly, near your dripping come. Her wet tits are sliding from either side of her chest. Her heavy black braid draped over one shoulder and trailing back under her arm. The smell, the flop of her.

What you really want is nakedness. Nothing between you. Remove these conceited shreds, you and Lanie utterly bare, your bodies touching up and down, and right here in the copy room to fuck like fucking was meant, like proper animals, the sweat running and the glaze descending into every pore. Your hair black with wet. Tangled in Lanie's wet ass-length braid, the braid come loose and tying around your thighs as you ''fuck, fuck'', as you spelunk in her cave, across eons, seeking the weeping, milky trickles that form the stalagmites and stalactites, your fucking every inch as deliberate as geological time. You will monopolize, expropriate this goddam copy room until stone dissolves or your balls run out of come. There will be a line to use it extending for miles down the avenue while Lanie nails her pussy down on your fat cock for the countlessth time, as the infinite cycle of her come dribbles out around your prick and over your hips, as the comegrunts splur from the cave of her mouth, drip down on your tongue straining for hers..

Or, you could let Lanie finish her work. That too is an option.

Do you:
* [[Get completely naked and wet with Lanie and lose your mind]]!
* [[Let Lanie finish her copying]].

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[[Category: Smutty Sex Romp]]

Baste Lanie's boobs

2011-02-05T00:21:44Z

Pshawerky:

You withdraw your twitching thighs from Lanie's face. Your expression tells her everything. "Oh oh, here it comes," she says. Her voice is thick and rough.

You push her shoulder so she goes down on her bottom, her legs stretching forward between your legs, and you drop to one knee, straddling them. You scoot more forward, pushing her down so that she's almost on her back and her legs are behind you. Lanie's tits seem to float as she sinks down, and seeing you aim your cock, she arches them up at you; and then, your groan coming harsh and dry in your throat, you splatter Lanie's chest with semen.

It goes on for a minute. Your ragged breathing settles slowly. Lanie leaves the milksop where it falls, stickily dripping down between her tits, or over her fat nipples to her tummy, until the last long cord of come drips down from your cockhead, draping itself over her right tit. Then she touches it with a fingertip or two as your chest slowly gulps air and a light burn builds in your legs from your half-crouch.

"Crazy," she says. "I'm soaked, totally.. ''soaked''." She runs her fingers in the crease under her breast, meets your eyes.

Something about how she says ''soaked'' causes a light to go on. You reach a hand between her legs. Lanie's skirt is pushed up from sliding on the floor, and the southern border of her Map of Tasmania (thank you A.P.!) just peeks below the hem. Lanie is soaking, far wetter than when you fucked her. Your fingers slide over her wet meat, fish along her lips, sift between them. Lanie groans through her lasciviously loosened mouth. Her cunt is as heavy as mercury. You dip all four fingers in as Lanie starts to squirm and grabs your cock, hanging like sweet pudding, getting that string of come on her arm. Your hand moves rapidly in and out, slick as graphite, digits shoving and your thumb pressing her clit. Lanie tries pumping you but you're a bit too soft and sticky and then her eyes meet yours helplessly, her hips start a violent tremble and she loses it, she starts to fucking squirt all over your hand! She keens high and bright in her throat, and sinks, tugging spasmodically.

Your hand and arm are drenched. Lanie's thighs squeeze you. You look at where your hand plunges into her nethers. The top of her skirt is squished across her belly, near your dripping come. Her wet tits are sliding from either side of her chest. Her heavy black braid draped over one shoulder and trailing back under her arm. The smell, the flop of her.

What you really want is nakedness. Nothing between you. Remove these conceited shreds, you and Lanie utterly bare, your bodies touching up and down, and right here in the copy room to fuck like fucking was meant, like proper animals, the sweat running and the glaze descending into every pore. Your hair black with wet. Tangled in Lanie's wet ass-length braid, the braid come loose and tying around your thighs as you ''fuck, fuck'', as you spelunk in her cave, across eons, seeking the weeping, milky trickles that form the stalagmites and stalactites, your fucking as hard and deliberate as geological time. You will monopolize, expropriate this goddam copy room until stone dissolves or your balls run out of come. There will be a line to use it extending for miles down the avenue while Lanie nails her pussy down on your fat cock for the countlessth time, as the infinite cycle of her come dribbles out around your prick and over your hips, as the comegrunts splur from the cave of her mouth, drip down on your tongue straining for hers..

Or, you could let Lanie finish her work. That too is an option.

Do you:
* [[Get completely naked and wet with Lanie and lose your mind]]!
* [[Let Lanie finish her copying]].

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[[Category: Smutty Sex Romp]]

Baste Lanie's boobs

2011-02-05T00:20:07Z

Pshawerky:

You withdraw your twitching thighs from Lanie's face. Your expression tells her everything. "Oh oh, here it comes," she says. Her voice is thick and rough.

You push her shoulder so she goes down on her bottom, her legs stretching forward between your legs, and you drop to one knee, straddling them. You scoot more forward, pushing her down so that she's almost on her back and her legs are behind you. Lanie's tits seem to float as she sinks down, and seeing you aim your cock, she arches them up at you; and then, your groan coming harsh and dry in your throat, you splatter Lanie's chest with semen.

It goes on for a minute. Your ragged breathing settles slowly. Lanie leaves the milksop where it falls, stickily dripping down between her tits, or over her fat nipples to her tummy, until the last long cord of come drips down from your cockhead, draping itself over her right tit. Then she touches it with a fingertip or two as your chest slowly gulps air and a light burn builds in your legs from your half-crouch.

"Crazy," she says. "I'm soaked, totally.. ''soaked''." She runs her fingers in the crease under her breast, meets your eyes.

Something about how she says ''soaked'' causes a light to go on. You reach a hand between her legs. Lanie's skirt is pushed up from sliding on the floor, and the southern border of her map of Tasmania just peeks below the hem. Lanie is soaking, far wetter than when you fucked her. Your fingers slide over her wet meat, fish along her lips, sift between them. Lanie groans through her lasciviously loosened mouth. Her cunt is as heavy as mercury. You dip all four fingers in as Lanie starts to squirm and grabs your cock, hanging like sweet pudding, getting that string of come on her arm. Your hand moves rapidly in and out, slick as graphite, digits shoving and your thumb pressing her clit. Lanie tries pumping you but you're a bit too soft and sticky and then her eyes meet yours helplessly, her hips start a violent tremble and she loses it, she starts to fucking squirt all over your hand! She keens high and bright in her throat, and sinks, tugging spasmodically.

Your hand and arm are drenched. Lanie's thighs squeeze you. You look at where your hand plunges into her nethers. The top of her skirt is squished across her belly, near your dripping come. Her wet tits are sliding from either side of her chest. Her heavy black braid draped over one shoulder and trailing back under her arm. The smell, the flop of her.

What you really want is nakedness. Nothing between you. Remove these conceited shreds, you and Lanie utterly bare, your bodies touching up and down, and right here in the copy room to fuck like fucking was meant, like proper animals, the sweat running and the glaze descending into every pore. Your hair black with wet. Tangled in Lanie's wet ass-length braid, the braid come loose and tying around your thighs as you ''fuck, fuck'', as you spelunk in her cave, across eons, seeking the weeping, milky trickles that form the stalagmites and stalactites, your fucking as hard and deliberate as geological time. You will monopolize, expropriate this goddam copy room until stone dissolves or your balls run out of come. There will be a line to use it extending for miles down the avenue while Lanie nails her pussy down on your fat cock for the countlessth time, as the infinite cycle of her come dribbles out around your prick and over your hips, as the comegrunts splur from the cave of her mouth, drip down on your tongue straining for hers..

Or, you could let Lanie finish her work. That too is an option.

Do you:
* [[Get completely naked and wet with Lanie and lose your mind]]!
* [[Let Lanie finish her copying]].

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[[Category: Smutty Sex Romp]]

Have Lanie gobble your gobstopper

2011-02-05T00:18:16Z

Pshawerky:

"Holy shit," you breathe. "I think you just turned my balls inside out."

"Well, with what you just did to me, I guess turn-inside-out-about is fair play," says the gasping Lanie in her heap on the copier.

"That's a good idea," you say, and turn her about. "How about doing a little of the work for a few minutes?" You indicate downward with your eyes.

She sighs with the previous exertion, then hunches her shoulders and crinkles her eyes in a smile. "Okay."

Down on her knees she goes! Her mouth goes around the head of your cock, which (of course) hasn't subsided much from all that coming. Lanie sighs and hums as she sucks on your peckerwood. Oh yeah, he's going to be 150% again in no time. Wait, did you say no time? Whoa. Whoa shit! What is she doing?!

"Hey Mikey, I think he likes it," Lanie croons up at you, her hand pumping your staff while she takes a breather.

"Keep that up and you'll get a squirt in the eye, and no mistake," you say. "Uh, you've been warned so I'm not paying the laundry bill."

Lanie pouts. "It would be such a turn-on if you said you would. A girl might break out her special tricks."

"I will," you say immediately. You might be a sucker, but with Lanie on her knees, at least you're not alone.

Lanie idly draws the head of your cock across one of her nipples before putting them both into her mouth. She pops them out audibly at the same time, and gives you a look that says ''Tricks engaged.'' She goes to work. That cock doesn't know sucking, that's clear. Lanie's mouth is a goddam miracle! If you were your cock you'd cry with joy. The classical mechanics of boneblowing being what they are, you are prevented yourself at this moment from kneeling to give thanks, but hopefully Lanie's being there is enough to appease any extant gods and goddesses of pleasure. Lanie gets your tonka toy deep in her throat. Good god her eyes are sexy looking at yours that way, you could come right from that. She moves her mouth on your prick like she has fever, bobbing, sucking down the shaft, her hands all over your balls and shaft, ass, thighs, everywhere.

When you start thrusting a little, Lanie pops her mouth off and growls, "I want you to fuck my face."

"Yeah. Yeah, I'll fuck your face."

"Come on then!"

You lurch forward until Lanie is pressed against the machine and you put your cock in her mouth and fuck. She grips your hips like a harpy and gurgles as you fill her throat again and again. She locks her eyes on yours and makes shouty, grunty noises around your thrusting cock that sound like they might be words. Or maybe they aren't words at all, maybe they are noises for fucking that go back to the stone age. Watching your shaft disappear inside her lips, feeling the suction as you pull back for another push, the dirty dirty look in Lanie's eyes, finally it raises the little shaking feathers in your balls. You are about to lose quite a bit of fluid.

Do you:
* [[Shoot all over Lanie's shirt]].
* [[Throw down in Lanie's throat]]!
* [[Baste Lanie's boobs]]!

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[[Category: Smutty Sex Romp]]

Have Lanie gobble your gobstopper

2011-02-05T00:16:25Z

Pshawerky:

"Holy shit," you breathe. "I think you just turned my balls inside out."

"Well, with what you just did to me, I guess turn-inside-out-about is fair play," says the gasping Lanie in her heap on the copier.

"That's a good idea," you say, and turn her about. "How about doing a little of the work for a few minutes?" You indicate downward with your eyes.

She sighs with the previous exertion, then hunches her shoulders and crinkles her eyes in a smile. "Okay."

Down on her knees she goes! Her mouth goes around the head of your cock, which (of course) hasn't subsided much from all that coming. Lanie sighs and hums as she sucks on your peckerwood. Oh yeah, he's going to be 150% again in no time. Wait, did you say no time? Whoa. Whoa shit! What is she doing?!

"Hey Mikey, I think he likes it," Lanie croons up at you, her hand pumping your staff while she takes a breather.

"Keep that up and you'll get a squirt in the eye, and no mistake," you say. "Uh, you've been warned so I'm not paying the laundry bill."

Lanie pouts. "It would be such a turn-on if you said you would. A girl might break out her special tricks."

"I will," you say immediately. You might be a sucker, but with Lanie on her knees, at least you're not alone.

Lanie idly draws the head of your cock across one of her nipples before putting them both into her mouth. She pops them out audibly at the same time, and gives you a look that says ''Tricks engaged.'' She goes to work. That cock doesn't know sucking, that's clear. Lanie's mouth is a goddam miracle! If you were your cock you'd cry with joy. The classical mechanics of boneblowing being what they are, you are prevented yourself at this moment from kneeling to give thanks, but hopefully Lanie's being there is enough to appease any extant gods and goddesses of pleasure. Lanie gets your tonka toy deep in her throat. Good god her eyes are sexy looking at yours that way, you could come right from that. She moves her mouth on your prick like she has fever, bobbing, sucking down the shaft, her hands all over your balls and shaft, ass, thighs, everywhere.

When you start thrusting a little, Lanie pops her mouth off and growls, "I want you to fuck my face."

"Yeah. Yeah, I'll fuck your face."

"Come on then!"

You lurch forward until Lanie is pressed against the machine and you put your cock in her mouth and fuck. She grips your hips like a harpy and gurgles as you fill her throat again and again. She locks her eyes on yours and makes shouty, grunty noises around your cock as you thrust that sound like they should be words. Or maybe they aren't words at all, maybe they are noises for fucking that go back to the stone age. Watching your shaft disappear inside her lips, feeling the suction as you pull back for another push, the dirty dirty look in Lanie's eyes, finally it raises the little shaking feathers in your balls. You are about to lose quite a bit of fluid.

Do you:
* [[Shoot all over Lanie's shirt]].
* [[Throw down in Lanie's throat]]!
* [[Baste Lanie's boobs]]!

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[[Category: Smutty Sex Romp]]

Bang Lanie even more

2011-02-05T00:07:35Z

Pshawerky:

"Whew!" You blow out a breath and wipe a hand over your face, and slump against Lanie, your cock still dripping inside her. "Mind if I rest against you a second?"

"Mm-mm," says Lanie, prone on the copier again and hugging her arms against her sides. You run your hands down her thighs. God they feel good.

"Mmmm.. I'm all buzzy," she sighs. "I'm all warm and wet."

"Buzzy! I like that! What do you do here, Buzzy?" You reach by her ear to play with a dark curl of her hair.

"Hey, I don't want you to call me that."

"Oh yeah.. ''Buzzy?''" When you say ''Buzzy'', you give the inside of her pussy a nice bump with your cock. "Oh!" says Lanie, knocking against the machine. "Whaddya think?" you say.

"Of what?"

"Of ''Buzzy!''" You give her another bump, full-length.

"''Oh!'' No!"

"No?" you ask. You're pulling your cock out of her slowly. It feels like an eel greased with electricity.

"No way!"

"Buzzy!" You slam your cock into her, her thighs bang against the copier side panel. "Oh!" she says sharply. The machine shifts a little and the copying starts again. The images are of Lanie-underboob and her throat and chin, turned toward you.

You start sliding your cock in and out of Lanie to the rhythm of the copying. Lanie's cunt is so smooth and juicy. She's already getting wet, her eyes shut from the pleasure, her ass gyrating as you pump her. So smooth. You lean forward to whisper in her ear, keeping the rhythm going. "You like that?"

Lanie nods, her mouth hanging open. You can see a moan on the tip of her tongue.

"You like that, sweetie?" you whisper.

"Yeah," she whispers back. "Oh, yeah. It feels good.. really good. Ooh it's tight."

You whisper, "So you like that, Buzzy?"

Lanie shouts. Her eyes open and she turns and hits you on your chest with her near hand. ''"No!"'' Her blow hurts but makes your cock feel harder and longer. You take her by the hips and shove your hips against hers, burying it deep.

"Uh!" she grunts. "Ooh god!" She hits you again. It feels good. She elbows you on your pectoral. It hurts and feels good.

"Buzzy!" you say at her, fucking her hard, harder and faster. Building it. "Fuck you!" she shouts. You lean forward, against her back, so she can't hit you, bracing your legs against hers, forcing her hips back against the copier, which is speeding up. You are speeding up with it. You reach around to fondle her soft, bobbing titties and you keep whispering in her ear. "It feels good? I'm gonna fuck you, Buzzy. I'm going to fuck your fuzzy cunt, your misty furry fuzzy pussy." You fuck her harder as you say that and let that hardness into your voice. "Your buzzy cunt, Lanie. Buzzy's your cunt's name. It's the name of your cunt with my cock all the way inside. Buzzy Pussy. Does Buzzy like my cock inside?"

Lanie nods slowly, then vigorously, then moans at a deep thrust. "Shit yes! Fuck, yes! God -- god what a fuck -- fuck me! Fuck me I'm gonna come I'm gonna come --"

"Come for me! I want to feel it sluice down my legs--"

Lanie starts a long shout that ululates with your cockhead's gouges on her innermost walls. Her torso thrashes back and forth and she falls over the copier glass. The copies in the tray are all Lanie's tits smushed wide across the glass. Then you start your own shout, plowing each geyserspurt as deep into Buzzy as you can, coating her cunt with every drop.

Do you:
* [[Let Lanie finish her copying]].
* [[Have a look at those copies while you rest]].
* [[Hitch up your pants and take off]].

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[[Category: Smutty Sex Romp]]

Bang Lanie even more

2011-02-05T00:06:34Z

Pshawerky:

"Whew!" You blow out a breath and wipe a hand over your face, and slump against Lanie, your cock still dripping inside her. "Mind if I rest against you a second?"

"Mm-mm," says Lanie, prone on the copier again and hugging her arms against her sides. You run your hands down her thighs. God they feel good.

"Mmmm.. I'm all buzzy," she sighs. "I'm all warm and wet."

"Buzzy! I like that! What do you do here, Buzzy?" You reach by her ear to play with a dark curl of her hair.

"Hey, I don't want you to call me that."

"Oh yeah.. ''Buzzy?''" When you say ''Buzzy'', you give the inside of her pussy a nice bump with your cock. "Oh!" says Lanie, knocking against the machine. "Whaddya think?" you say.

"Of what?"

"Of ''Buzzy!''" You give her another bump, full-length.

"''Oh!'' No!"

"No?" you ask. You're pulling your cock out of her slowly. It feels like an eel greased with electricity.

"No way!"

"Buzzy!" You slam your cock into her, her thighs bang against the copier side panel. "Oh!" she says sharply. The machine shifts a little and the copying starts again. The images are of Lanie-underboob and her throat and chin, turned toward you.

You start sliding your cock in and out of Lanie to the rhythm of the copying. Lanie's cunt is so smooth and juicy. She's already getting wet, her eyes shut from the pleasure, her ass gyrating as you pump her. So smooth. You lean forward to whisper in her ear, keeping the rhythm going. "You like that?"

Lanie nods, her mouth hanging open. You can see a moan on the tip of her tongue.

"You like that, sweetie?" you whisper.

"Yeah," she whispers back. "Oh, yeah. It feels good.. really good. Ooh it's tight."

You whisper, "So you like that, Buzzy?"

Lanie shouts. Her eyes open and she turns and hits you on your chest with her near hand. ''"No!"'' Her blow hurts but makes your cock feel harder and longer. You take her by the hips and shove your hips against hers, burying it deep.

"Uh!" she grunts. "Ooh god!" She hits you again. It feels good. She elbows you on your pectoral. It hurts and feels good.

"Buzzy!" you say at her, fucking her hard, harder and faster. Building it. "Fuck you!" she shouts. You lean forward, against her back, so she can't hit you, bracing your legs against hers, forcing her hips back against the copier, which is speeding up. You are speeding up with it. You reach around to fondle her soft, bobbing titties and you keep whispering in her ear. "It feels good? I'm gonna fuck you, Buzzy. I'm going to fuck your fuzzy cunt, your misty furry fuzzy pussy." You fuck her harder as you say that and let that hardness into your voice. "Your buzzy cunt, Lanie. Buzzy's your cunt's name. It's the name of your cunt with my cock all the way inside. Buzzy Pussy. Does Buzzy like my cock inside?"

Lanie nods slowly, then vigorously, then moans at a deep thrust. "Shit yes! Fuck, yes! God, god what a fuck, fuck me! I'm gonna come I'm gonna come --"

"Come for me! I want to feel it sluice down my legs--"

Lanie starts a long shout that ululates with your cockhead's gouges on her innermost walls. Her torso thrashes back and forth and she falls over the copier glass. The copies in the tray are all Lanie's tits smushed wide across the glass. Then you start your own shout, plowing each geyserspurt as deep into Buzzy as you can, coating her cunt with every drop.

Do you:
* [[Let Lanie finish her copying]].
* [[Have a look at those copies while you rest]].
* [[Hitch up your pants and take off]].

{{SexRompStatus|Location=''[[Your Office]]''|Health=Horny|MP=0|Level=1}}
[[Category: Smutty Sex Romp]]

Ignore them and stalactite with Lanie like you intended

2011-02-01T02:41:59Z

Pshawerky:

You realize you've been ignoring the sounds from the door. Muffled yelling is coming from the hallway outside. The doorknob turns and the door presses in against the chair, which holds it in place.

Then your attention is drawn back to Lanie. She turns her hand lightly on your knob and then presses it down the shaft against your hair. Jeebus Presley and the Archbishop of Canterbury, but that is amazing! She squeezes your cockroot, digging her fingertips in just above your ballsack. She pulls you against her middle, holding your slab of flesh in place.

"I don't think I can hear them after all," says Lanie. "Can you?"

She starts nipping and licking your neck. The hallway sounds fuddle away, like a Model T losing gas on the horizon, like a clock slowing, stopping, and moving backwards. Like a timeless cock pushing forward. Lanie's teeth dig into your shoulder and it's as the though the returning sexual trance drips from her fangs into your bloodstream. You smell stone and open spaces and milky subterranean streams.

The back of your hand touches Lanie's skirt. Brusquely you thrust down to your knees. You grab the hem around Lanie's waist and pull, rumbling "I said ''naked!''" Lanie's hands slap against the copier to hold herself, and it begins to operate. The skirt strains and with a curt tearing sound gives way around the flare of Lanie's hips. In a few more yanks you have it down at her ankles. "Ooh, so rough," she coos. There are some red scratches down her hips. The copier makes its steady ''swoosh'' and the light scintillates around Lanie, off her shoulders and the sides of her boobs.

Lanie steps one foot out of her skirt. You grab her legs just above the knees and run the tip of your tongue up her slit, then suck at the top. She writhes and gasps and takes fistfuls of your hair, and in a few seconds has set an excruciating rhythm, her hips and hands cycling your mouth and tongue to her pussy, and away, to and fro. You hold your lips on her clit as long as you can with each suck. In no time at all Lanie's rhythm buckles, leaving your mouth move on her cunt longer, and after a minute more she comes, groaning loud, up and over her head and into space, pressing your face into her.

You keep moving your tongue in her as she calms down, little flicks, staying away from her erect clit. Her hands loosen and again the rich scents of heather and grass fills your nostrils. It's so vivid you close your eyes. When you open them again there is something odd about the copier light. It seems.. to be pink.

Lanie's breathing is deeper. You lick her thickly again, you will make her come on your face again, but she squeaks and jumps away. "Oh no," she says, wagging a finger, "now it's time to take care of both of us. It's time for ''the deed''."

She stands just out of reach. She starts running her hands silkily over her belly and thighs. "Aren't you going to come get it?" she whispers. For a moment you think you hear wind whistling over rock, as if echoing her voice, or her lust.

You move forward on a knee and reach, and she steps back again with a giggle, her tits and thick braid swinging. She covers one nipple with one hand, leaving almost her entire breast exposed, and the lowest part of her pussy with the other, still showing the hair radiating flowerlike from her slit. Something about this makes the blood pound behind your eyes and you leap up with a growl. Lanie shrieks and you chase her once around the room, or rather your cock chases her, using your legs as the motor. The room is darker somehow, the light from the copier casting Lanie's shadow high and large. You want to see your shadow mounting hers.

You brush against something, and think you see a giant fern out of the corner of your eye. But Lanie. Lanie dives under one of the supplies tables. You crouch down, the grass under your feet soft, and offer your cock under the table's edge. "Fishy fishy," you chant, "have some bait, Fishy?" You wait, crouching, moving a little when you hear Lanie move, your cock like a spike. "Won't you bite, Fishy?" Some part of your mind, toward the rear, wishes you hadn't said ''bite''. But then suddenly Lanie's mouth is on you, wet and soft, sucking unseen. She slurps on the head and breathes down the shaft.

Do you:
* [[Let Lanie suck you from under the table]].
* [[Reach for Lanie so you can fuck her at last]]!

{{SexRompStatus|Location=''[[Your Office]]''|Health=Horny|MP=0|Level=1}}
[[Category: Smutty Sex Romp]]

Ignore them and stalactite with Lanie like you intended

2011-02-01T02:41:26Z

Pshawerky:

You realize you've been ignoring the sounds from the door. Muffled yelling is coming from the hallway outside. The doorknob turns and the door presses in against the chair, which holds it in place.

Then your attention is drawn back to Lanie. She turns her hand lightly on your knob and then presses it down the shaft against your hair. Jeebus Presley and the Archbishop of Canterbury, but that is amazing! She squeezes your cockroot, digging her fingertips in just above your ballsack. She pulls you against her middle, holding your slab of flesh in place.

"I don't think I can hear them after all," says Lanie. "Can you?"

She starts nipping and licking your neck. The hallway sounds fuddle away, like a Model T losing gas on the horizon, like a clock slowing, stopping, and moving backwards. Like a timeless cock pushing forward. Lanie's teeth dig into your shoulder and it's as the though the returning sexual trance drips from her fangs into your bloodstream. You smell stone and open spaces and milky subterranean streams.

The back of your hand touches Lanie's skirt. Brusquely you thrust down to your knees. You grab the hem around Lanie's waist and pull, rumbling "I said ''naked!''" Lanie's hands slap against the copier to hold herself, and it begins to operate. The skirt strains and with a curt tearing sound gives way around the flare of Lanie's hips. In a few more yanks you have it down at her ankles. "Ooh, so rough," she coos. There are some red scratches down her hips. The copier makes its steady ''swoosh'' and the light scintillates around Lanie, off her shoulders and the sides of her boobs.

Lanie steps one foot out of her skirt. You grab her legs just above the knees and run the tip of your tongue up her slit, then suck at the top. She writhes and gasps and takes fistfuls of your hair, and in a few seconds has set an excruciating rhythm, her hips and hands cycling your mouth and tongue to her pussy, and away, to and fro. You hold your lips on her clit as long as you can with each suck. In no time at all Lanie's rhythm buckles, leaving your mouth move on her cunt longer, and after a minute more she comes, groaning loud, up and over her head and into space, pressing your face into her.

You keep moving your tongue in her as she calms down, little flicks, staying away from her erect clit. Her hands loosen and you again the rich scents of heather and grass fills your nostrils. It's so vivid you close your eyes. When you open them again there is something odd about the copier light. It seems.. to be pink.

Lanie's breathing is deeper. You lick her thickly again, you will make her come on your face again, but she squeaks and jumps away. "Oh no," she says, wagging a finger, "now it's time to take care of both of us. It's time for ''the deed''."

She stands just out of reach. She starts running her hands silkily over her belly and thighs. "Aren't you going to come get it?" she whispers. For a moment you think you hear wind whistling over rock, as if echoing her voice, or her lust.

You move forward on a knee and reach, and she steps back again with a giggle, her tits and thick braid swinging. She covers one nipple with one hand, leaving almost her entire breast exposed, and the lowest part of her pussy with the other, still showing the hair radiating flowerlike from her slit. Something about this makes the blood pound behind your eyes and you leap up with a growl. Lanie shrieks and you chase her once around the room, or rather your cock chases her, using your legs as the motor. The room is darker somehow, the light from the copier casting Lanie's shadow high and large. You want to see your shadow mounting hers.

You brush against something, and think you see a giant fern out of the corner of your eye. But Lanie. Lanie dives under one of the supplies tables. You crouch down, the grass under your feet soft, and offer your cock under the table's edge. "Fishy fishy," you chant, "have some bait, Fishy?" You wait, crouching, moving a little when you hear Lanie move, your cock like a spike. "Won't you bite, Fishy?" Some part of your mind, toward the rear, wishes you hadn't said ''bite''. But then suddenly Lanie's mouth is on you, wet and soft, sucking unseen. She slurps on the head and breathes down the shaft.

Do you:
* [[Let Lanie suck you from under the table]].
* [[Reach for Lanie so you can fuck her at last]]!

{{SexRompStatus|Location=''[[Your Office]]''|Health=Horny|MP=0|Level=1}}
[[Category: Smutty Sex Romp]]

Ignore them and stalactite with Lanie like you intended

2011-02-01T01:54:02Z

Pshawerky:

You realize you've been ignoring the sounds from the door. Muffled yelling is coming from the hallway outside. The doorknob turns and the door presses in against the chair, which holds it in place.

Then your attention is drawn back to Lanie. She turns her hand lightly on your knob and then presses it down the shaft against your hair. Jeebus Presley and the Archbishop of Canterbury, but that is amazing! She squeezes your cockroot, digging her fingertips in just above your ballsack. She pulls you against her middle, holding your slab of flesh in place.

"I don't think I can hear them after all," says Lanie. "Can you?"

She starts nipping and licking your neck. The hallway sounds fuddle away, like a Model T losing gas on the horizon, like a clock slowing, stopping, and moving backwards. Like a timeless cock pushing forward. Lanie's teeth dig into your shoulder and it's as the though the returning sexual trance drips from her fangs into your bloodstream. You smell stone and open spaces and milky subterranean streams.

The back of your hand touches Lanie's skirt. Brusquely you thrust down to your knees. You grab the hem around Lanie's waist and pull, rumbling "I said ''naked!''" Lanie's hands slap against the copier to hold herself, and it begins to operate. The skirt strains and with a curt tearing sound gives way around the flare of Lanie's hips. In a few more yanks you have it down at her ankles. "Ooh, so rough," she coos. There are some red scratches down her hips. The copier makes its steady ''swoosh'' and the light scintillates around Lanie, off her shoulders and the sides of her boobs.

Lanie steps one foot out of her skirt. You grab her legs just above the knees and run the tip of your tongue up her slit, then suck at the top. She writhes and gasps and takes fistfuls of your hair, and in a few seconds has set an excruciating rhythm, her hips and hands cycling your mouth and tongue to her pussy, and away, to and fro. You hold your lips on her clit as long as you can with each suck. In no time at all Lanie's rhythm buckles, and after a minute more she comes, groaning loud, up and over her head and into space, pressing your face into her.

You keep moving your tongue in her as she calms down, little flicks, staying away from her erect clit. Her hands loosen and you again the rich scents of heather and grass fills your nostrils. It's so vivid you close your eyes. When you open them again there is something odd about the copier light. It seems.. to be pink.

Lanie's breathing is deeper. You lick her thickly again, you will make her come on your face again, but she squeaks and jumps away. "Oh no," she says, wagging a finger, "now it's time to take care of both of us. It's time for ''the deed''."

She stands just out of reach. She starts running her hands silkily over her belly and thighs. "Aren't you going to come get it?" she whispers. For a moment you think you hear wind whistling over rock, as if echoing her voice, or her lust.

You move forward on a knee and reach, and she steps back again with a giggle, her tits and thick braid swinging. She covers one nipple with one hand, leaving almost her entire breast exposed, and the lowest part of her pussy with the other, still showing the hair radiating flowerlike from her slit. Something about this makes the blood pound behind your eyes and you leap up with a growl. Lanie shrieks and you chase her once around the room, or rather your cock chases her, using your legs as the motor. The room is darker somehow, the light from the copier casting Lanie's shadow high and large. You want to see your shadow mounting hers.

You brush against something, and think you see a giant fern out of the corner of your eye. But Lanie. Lanie dives under one of the supplies tables. You crouch down, the grass under your feet soft, and offer your cock under the table's edge. "Fishy fishy," you chant, "have some bait, Fishy?" You wait, crouching, moving a little when you hear Lanie move, your cock like a spike. "Won't you bite, Fishy?" Some part of your mind, toward the rear, wishes you hadn't said ''bite''. But then suddenly Lanie's mouth is on you, wet and soft, sucking unseen. She slurps on the head and breathes down the shaft.

Do you:
* [[Let Lanie suck you from under the table]].
* [[Reach for Lanie so you can fuck her at last]]!

{{SexRompStatus|Location=''[[Your Office]]''|Health=Horny|MP=0|Level=1}}
[[Category: Smutty Sex Romp]]

Ignore them and stalactite with Lanie like you intended

2011-02-01T01:52:27Z

Pshawerky:

You realize you've been ignoring the sounds from the door. Muffled yelling is coming from the hallway outside. The doorknob turns and the door presses in against the chair, which holds it in place.

Then your attention is drawn back to Lanie. She turns her hand lightly on your knob and then presses it down the shaft against your hair. Jeebus Presley and the Archbishop of Canterbury, but that is amazing! She squeezes your cockroot, digging her fingertips in just above your ballsack. She pulls you against her middle, holding your slab of flesh in place.

"I don't think I can hear them after all," says Lanie. "Can you?"

She starts nipping and licking your neck. The hallway sounds fuddle away, like a Model T losing gas on the horizon, like a clock slowing, stopping, and moving backwards. Like a timeless cock pushing forward. Lanie's teeth dig into your shoulder and it's as the though the returning sexual trance drips from her fangs into your bloodstream. You smell stone and open spaces and milky subterranean streams.

The back of your hand touches Lanie's skirt. Brusquely you thrust down to your knees. You grab the hem around Lanie's waist and pull, rumbling "I said ''naked!''" Lanie's hands slap against the copier to hold herself, and it begins to operate. The skirt strains and with a curt tearing sound gives way around the flare of Lanie's hips. In a few more yanks you have it down at her ankles. "Ooh, so rough," she coos. There are some red scratches down her hips. The copier makes its steady ''swoosh'' and the light scintillates around Lanie, off her shoulders and the sides of her boobs.

Lanie steps one foot out of her skirt. You grab her legs just above the knees and run the tip of your tongue up her slit, then suck at the top. She writhes and gasps and takes fistfuls of your hair, and in a few seconds has set an excruciating rhythm, her hips and hands cycling your mouth and tongue to her pussy, and away, to and fro. You hold your lips on her clit as long as you can with each suck. In no time at all Lanie's rhythm buckles, and after a minute more she comes, groaning loud, up and over her head and into space, pressing your face into her.

You keep moving your tongue in her as she calms down, little flicks, staying away from her erect clit. Her hands loosen and you again the rich scents of heather and grass fills your nostrils. It's so vivid you close your eyes. When you open them again there is something odd about the copier light. It seems.. to be pink.

Lanie's breathing is deeper. You lick her again, but she squeaks and jumps away. "Oh no," she says, wagging a finger, "now it's time to take care of both of us. It's time for ''the deed''."

She stands just out of reach. She starts running her hands silkily over her belly and thighs. "Aren't you going to come get it?" she whispers. For a moment you think you hear wind whistling over rock, as if echoing her voice, or her lust.

You move forward on a knee and reach, and she steps back again with a giggle, her tits and thick braid swinging. She covers one nipple with one hand, leaving almost her entire breast exposed, and the lowest part of her pussy with the other, still showing the hair radiating flowerlike from her slit. Something about this makes the blood pound behind your eyes and you leap up with a growl. Lanie shrieks and you chase her once around the room, or rather your cock chases her, using your legs as the motor. The room is darker somehow, the light from the copier casting Lanie's shadow high and large. You want to see your shadow mounting hers.

You brush against something, and think you see a giant fern out of the corner of your eye. But Lanie. Lanie dives under one of the supplies tables. You crouch down, the grass under your feet soft, and offer your cock under the table's edge. "Fishy fishy," you chant, "have some bait, Fishy?" You wait, crouching, moving a little when you hear Lanie move, your cock like a spike. "Won't you bite, Fishy?" Some part of your mind, toward the rear, wishes you hadn't said ''bite''. But then suddenly Lanie's mouth is on you, wet and soft, sucking unseen. She slurps on the head and breathes down the shaft.

Do you:
* [[Let Lanie suck you from under the table]].
* [[Reach for Lanie so you can fuck her at last]]!

{{SexRompStatus|Location=''[[Your Office]]''|Health=Horny|MP=0|Level=1}}
[[Category: Smutty Sex Romp]]

Ignore them and stalactite with Lanie like you intended

2011-02-01T01:51:57Z

Pshawerky:

You realize you've been ignoring the sounds from the door. Muffled yelling is coming from the hallway outside. The doorknob turns and the door presses in against the chair, which holds it in place.

Then your attention is drawn back to Lanie. She turns her hand lightly on your knob and then presses it down the shaft against your hair. Jeebus Presley and the Archbishop of Canterbury, but that is amazing! She squeezes your cockroot, digging her fingertips in just above your ballsack. She pulls you against her middle, holding your slab of flesh in place.

"I don't think I can hear them after all," says Lanie. "Can you?"

She starts nipping and licking your neck. The hallway sounds fuddle away, like a Model T losing gas on the horizon, like a clock slowing, stopping, and moving backwards. Like a timeless cock pushing forward. Lanie's teeth dig into your shoulder and it's as the though the returning sexual trance drips from her fangs into your bloodstream. You smell stone and open spaces and milky subterranean streams.

The back of your hand touches Lanie's skirt. Brusquely you thrust down to your knees. You grab the hem around Lanie's waist and pull, rumbling "I said ''naked!''" Lanie's hands slap against the copier to hold herself, and it begins to operate. The skirt strains and with a curt tearing sound gives way around the flare of Lanie's hips. In a few more yanks you have it down at her ankles. "Ooh, so rough," she coos. There are some red scratches down her hips. The copier makes its steady ''swoosh'' and the light scintillates around Lanie, off her shoulders and the sides of her boobs.

Lanie steps one foot out of her skirt. You grab her legs just above the knees and run the tip of your tongue up her slit, then suck at the top. She writhes and gasps and takes fistfuls of your hair, and in a few seconds has set an excruciating rhythm, her hips and hands cycling your mouth and tongue to her pussy, and away, to and fro. You hold your lips on her clit as long as you can with each suck. In no time at all Lanie's rhythm buckles, and after a minute more she comes, groaning up and over her head and into space, pressing your face into her.

You keep moving your tongue in her as she calms down, little flicks, staying away from her erect clit. Her hands loosen and you again the rich scents of heather and grass fills your nostrils. It's so vivid you close your eyes. When you open them again there is something odd about the copier light. It seems.. to be pink.

Lanie's breathing is deeper. You lick her again, but she squeaks and jumps away. "Oh no," she says, wagging a finger, "now it's time to take care of both of us. It's time for ''the deed''."

She stands just out of reach. She starts running her hands silkily over her belly and thighs. "Aren't you going to come get it?" she whispers. For a moment you think you hear wind whistling over rock, as if echoing her voice, or her lust.

You move forward on a knee and reach, and she steps back again with a giggle, her tits and thick braid swinging. She covers one nipple with one hand, leaving almost her entire breast exposed, and the lowest part of her pussy with the other, still showing the hair radiating flowerlike from her slit. Something about this makes the blood pound behind your eyes and you leap up with a growl. Lanie shrieks and you chase her once around the room, or rather your cock chases her, using your legs as the motor. The room is darker somehow, the light from the copier casting Lanie's shadow high and large. You want to see your shadow mounting hers.

You brush against something, and think you see a giant fern out of the corner of your eye. But Lanie. Lanie dives under one of the supplies tables. You crouch down, the grass under your feet soft, and offer your cock under the table's edge. "Fishy fishy," you chant, "have some bait, Fishy?" You wait, crouching, moving a little when you hear Lanie move, your cock like a spike. "Won't you bite, Fishy?" Some part of your mind, toward the rear, wishes you hadn't said ''bite''. But then suddenly Lanie's mouth is on you, wet and soft, sucking unseen. She slurps on the head and breathes down the shaft.

Do you:
* [[Let Lanie suck you from under the table]].
* [[Reach for Lanie so you can fuck her at last]]!

{{SexRompStatus|Location=''[[Your Office]]''|Health=Horny|MP=0|Level=1}}
[[Category: Smutty Sex Romp]]

Ignore them and stalactite with Lanie like you intended

2011-02-01T01:50:31Z

Pshawerky:

You realize you've been ignoring the sounds from the door. Muffled yelling is coming from the hallway outside. The doorknob turns and the door presses in against the chair, which holds it in place.

Then your attention is drawn back to Lanie. She turns her hand lightly on your knob and then presses it down the shaft against your hair. Jeebus Presley and the Archbishop of Canterbury, but that is amazing! She squeezes your cockroot, digging her fingertips in just above your ballsack. She pulls you against her middle, holding your slab of flesh in place.

"I don't think I can hear them after all," says Lanie. "Can you?"

She starts nipping and licking your neck. The hallway sounds fuddle away, like a Model T losing gas on the horizon, like a clock slowing, stopping, and moving backwards. Like a timeless cock pushing forward. Lanie's teeth dig into your shoulder and it's as the though the returning sexual trance drips from her fangs into your bloodstream. You smell stone and open spaces and milky subterranean streams.

The back of your hand touches Lanie's skirt. Brusquely you thrust down to your knees. You grab the hem around Lanie's waist and pull, rumbling "I said ''naked!''" Lanie's hands slap against the copier to hold herself, and it begins to operate. The skirt strains and with a curt tearing sound gives way around the flare of Lanie's hips. In a few more yanks you have it down at her ankles. "Ooh, so rough," she coos. There are some red scratches down her hips. The copier makes its steady ''swoosh'' and the light scintillates around Lanie, off her shoulders and the sides of her boobs.

Lanie steps one foot out of her skirt. You grab her legs just above the knees and run the tip of your tongue up her slit, then suck at the top. She writhes and gasps and takes fistfuls of your hair, and in a few seconds has set an excruciating rhythm, her hips and hands cycling your mouth and tongue to her pussy, and away, to and fro. You hold your lips on her clit as long as you can with each suck. In no time at all Lanie's rhythm buckles, and after a minute more she comes, pressing your face into her.

You keep moving your tongue in her as she calms down, little flicks, staying away from her erect clit. Her hands loosen and you again the rich scents of heather and grass fills your nostrils. It's so vivid you close your eyes. When you open them again there is something odd about the copier light. It seems.. to be pink.

Lanie's breathing is deeper. You lick her again, but she squeaks and jumps away. "Oh no," she says, wagging a finger, "now it's time to take care of both of us. It's time for ''the deed''."

She stands just out of reach. She starts running her hands silkily over her belly and thighs. "Aren't you going to come get it?" she whispers. For a moment you think you hear wind whistling over rock, as if echoing her voice, or her lust.

You move forward on a knee and reach, and she steps back again with a giggle, her tits and thick braid swinging. She covers one nipple with one hand, leaving almost her entire breast exposed, and the lowest part of her pussy with the other, still showing the hair radiating flowerlike from her slit. Something about this makes the blood pound behind your eyes and you leap up with a growl. Lanie shrieks and you chase her once around the room, or rather your cock chases her, using your legs as the motor. The room is darker somehow, the light from the copier casting Lanie's shadow high and large. You want to see your shadow mounting hers.

You brush against something, and think you see a giant fern out of the corner of your eye. But Lanie. Lanie dives under one of the supplies tables. You crouch down, the grass under your feet soft, and offer your cock under the table's edge. "Fishy fishy," you chant, "have some bait, Fishy?" You wait, crouching, moving a little when you hear Lanie move, your cock like a spike. "Won't you bite, Fishy?" Some part of your mind, toward the rear, wishes you hadn't said ''bite''. But then suddenly Lanie's mouth is on you, wet and soft, sucking unseen. She slurps on the head and breathes down the shaft.

Do you:
* [[Let Lanie suck you from under the table]].
* [[Reach for Lanie so you can fuck her at last]]!

{{SexRompStatus|Location=''[[Your Office]]''|Health=Horny|MP=0|Level=1}}
[[Category: Smutty Sex Romp]]

Ignore them and stalactite with Lanie like you intended

2011-02-01T01:49:34Z

Pshawerky:

You realize you've been ignoring the sounds from the door. Muffled yelling is coming from the hallway outside. The doorknob turns and the door presses in against the chair, which holds it in place.

Then your attention is drawn back to Lanie. She turns her hand lightly on your knob and then presses it down the shaft against your hair. Jeebus Presley and the Archbishop of Canterbury, but that is amazing! She squeezes your cockroot, digging her fingertips in just above your ballsack. She pulls you against her middle, holding your slab of flesh in place.

"I don't think I can hear them after all," says Lanie. "Can you?"

She starts nipping and licking your neck. The hallway sounds fuddle away, like a Model T losing gas on the horizon, like a clock slowing, stopping, and moving backwards. Like a timeless cock pushing forward. Lanie's teeth dig into your shoulder and it's as the though the returning sexual trance drips from her fangs into your bloodstream. You smell stone and open spaces and milky subterranean streams.

The back of your hand touches Lanie's skirt. Brusquely you thrust down to your knees. You grab the hem around Lanie's waist and pull, rumbling "I said ''naked!''" Lanie's hands slap against the copier to hold herself, and it begins to operate. The skirt strains and with a curt tearing sound gives way around the flare of Lanie's hips. In a few more yanks you have it down at her ankles. "Ooh, so rough," she coos. There are some red scratches down her hips. The copier makes its steady ''swoosh'' and the light scintillates behind Lanie

Lanie steps one foot out of her skirt. You grab her legs just above the knees and run the tip of your tongue up her slit, then suck at the top. She writhes and gasps and takes fistfuls of your hair, and in a few seconds has set an excruciating rhythm, her hips and hands cycling your mouth and tongue to her pussy, and away, to and fro. You hold your lips on her clit as long as you can with each suck. In no time at all Lanie's rhythm buckles, and after a minute more she comes, pressing your face into her.

You keep moving your tongue in her as she calms down, little flicks, staying away from her erect clit. Her hands loosen and you again the rich scents of heather and grass fills your nostrils. It's so vivid you close your eyes. When you open them again there is something odd about the copier light. It seems.. to be pink.

Lanie's breathing is deeper. You lick her again, but she squeaks and jumps away. "Oh no," she says, wagging a finger, "now it's time to take care of both of us. It's time for ''the deed''."

She stands just out of reach. She starts running her hands silkily over her belly and thighs. "Aren't you going to come get it?" she whispers. For a moment you think you hear wind whistling over rock, as if echoing her voice, or her lust.

You move forward on a knee and reach, and she steps back again with a giggle, her tits and thick braid swinging. She covers one nipple with one hand, leaving almost her entire breast exposed, and the lowest part of her pussy with the other, still showing the hair radiating flowerlike from her slit. Something about this makes the blood pound behind your eyes and you leap up with a growl. Lanie shrieks and you chase her once around the room, or rather your cock chases her, using your legs as the motor. The room is darker somehow, the light from the copier casting Lanie's shadow high and large. You want to see your shadow mounting hers.

You brush against something, and think you see a giant fern out of the corner of your eye. But Lanie. Lanie dives under one of the supplies tables. You crouch down, the grass under your feet soft, and offer your cock under the table's edge. "Fishy fishy," you chant, "have some bait, Fishy?" You wait, crouching, moving a little when you hear Lanie move, your cock like a spike. "Won't you bite, Fishy?" Some part of your mind, toward the rear, wishes you hadn't said ''bite''. But then suddenly Lanie's mouth is on you, wet and soft, sucking unseen. She slurps on the head and breathes down the shaft.

Do you:
* [[Let Lanie suck you from under the table]].
* [[Reach for Lanie so you can fuck her at last]]!

{{SexRompStatus|Location=''[[Your Office]]''|Health=Horny|MP=0|Level=1}}
[[Category: Smutty Sex Romp]]

Ignore them and stalactite with Lanie like you intended

2011-02-01T01:47:53Z

Pshawerky:

You realize you've been ignoring the sounds from the door. Muffled yelling is coming from the hallway outside. The doorknob turns and the door presses in against the chair, which holds it in place.

Then your attention is drawn back to Lanie. She turns her hand lightly on your knob and then presses it down the shaft against your hair. Jeebus Presley and the Archbishop of Canterbury, but that is amazing! She squeezes your cockroot, digging her fingertips in just above your ballsack. She pulls you against her middle, holding your slab of flesh in place.

"I don't think I can hear them after all," says Lanie. "Can you?"

She starts nipping and licking your neck. The hallway sounds fuddle away, like a Model T losing gas on the horizon, like a clock slowing, stopping, and moving backwards. Like a timeless cock pushing forward. Lanie's teeth dig into your shoulder and it's as the though the returning sexual trance drips from her fangs into your bloodstream. You smell stone and open spaces and milky subterranean streams.

The back of your hand touches Lanie's skirt. Brusquely you thrust down to your knees. You grab the hem around Lanie's waist and pull, rumbling "I said ''naked!''" Lanie's hands slap against the copier to hold herself as you yank down, and it begins to operate. The skirt strains and with a curt tearing sound gives way around the flare of Lanie's hips. "Ooh, so rough," she coos. There are some red scratches down her hips. The copier makes its steady ''swoosh'' and the light scintillates behind Lanie

Lanie steps one foot out of her skirt. You grab her legs just above the knees and run the tip of your tongue up her slit, then suck at the top. She writhes and gasps and takes fistfuls of your hair, and in a few seconds has set an excruciating rhythm, her hips and hands cycling your mouth and tongue to her pussy, and away, to and fro. You hold your lips on her clit as long as you can with each suck. In no time at all Lanie's rhythm buckles, and after a minute more she comes, pressing your face into her.

You keep moving your tongue in her as she calms down, little flicks, staying away from her erect clit. Her hands loosen and you again the rich scents of heather and grass fills your nostrils. It's so vivid you close your eyes. When you open them again there is something odd about the copier light. It seems.. to be pink.

Lanie's breathing is deeper. You lick her again, but she squeaks and jumps away. "Oh no," she says, wagging a finger, "now it's time to take care of both of us. It's time for ''the deed''."

She stands just out of reach. She starts running her hands silkily over her belly and thighs. "Aren't you going to come get it?" she whispers. For a moment you think you hear wind whistling over rock, as if echoing her voice, or her lust.

You move forward on a knee and reach, and she steps back again with a giggle, her tits and thick braid swinging. She covers one nipple with one hand, leaving almost her entire breast exposed, and the lowest part of her pussy with the other, still showing the hair radiating flowerlike from her slit. Something about this makes the blood pound behind your eyes and you leap up with a growl. Lanie shrieks and you chase her once around the room, or rather your cock chases her, using your legs as the motor. The room is darker somehow, the light from the copier casting Lanie's shadow high and large. You want to see your shadow mounting hers.

You brush against something, and think you see a giant fern out of the corner of your eye. But Lanie. Lanie dives under one of the supplies tables. You crouch down, the grass under your feet soft, and offer your cock under the table's edge. "Fishy fishy," you chant, "have some bait, Fishy?" You wait, crouching, moving a little when you hear Lanie move, your cock like a spike. "Won't you bite, Fishy?" Some part of your mind, toward the rear, wishes you hadn't said ''bite''. But then suddenly Lanie's mouth is on you, wet and soft, sucking unseen. She slurps on the head and breathes down the shaft.

Do you:
* [[Let Lanie suck you from under the table]].
* [[Reach for Lanie so you can fuck her at last]]!

{{SexRompStatus|Location=''[[Your Office]]''|Health=Horny|MP=0|Level=1}}
[[Category: Smutty Sex Romp]]

Ignore them and stalactite with Lanie like you intended

2011-02-01T01:46:37Z

Pshawerky:

You realize you've been ignoring the sounds from the door. Muffled yelling is coming from the hallway outside. The doorknob turns and the door presses in against the chair, which holds it in place.

Then your attention is drawn back to Lanie. She turns her hand lightly on your knob and then presses it down the shaft against your hair. Jeebus Presley and the Archbishop of Canterbury, but that is amazing! She squeezes your cockroot, digging her fingertips in just above your ballsack. She pulls you against her middle, holding your slab of flesh in place.

"I don't think I can hear them after all," says Lanie. "Can you?"

She starts nipping and licking your neck. The hallway sounds fuddle away, like a Model T losing gas on the horizon, like a clock slowing, stopping, and moving backwards. Like a cock thrusting timelessly forward. Lanie's teeth dig into your shoulder and it's as the though the returning sexual trance drips from her fangs into your bloodstream. You smell stone and open spaces and milky subterranean streams.

The back of your hand touches Lanie's skirt. Brusquely you thrust down to your knees. You grab the hem around Lanie's waist and pull, rumbling "I said ''naked!''" Lanie's hands slap against the copier to hold herself as you yank down, and it begins to operate. The skirt strains and with a curt tearing sound gives way around the flare of Lanie's hips. "Ooh, so rough," she coos. There are some red scratches down her hips. The copier makes its steady ''swoosh'' and the light scintillates behind Lanie

Lanie steps one foot out of her skirt. You grab her legs just above the knees and run the tip of your tongue up her slit, then suck at the top. She writhes and gasps and takes fistfuls of your hair, and in a few seconds has set an excruciating rhythm, her hips and hands cycling your mouth and tongue to her pussy, and away, to and fro. You hold your lips on her clit as long as you can with each suck. In no time at all Lanie's rhythm buckles, and after a minute more she comes, pressing your face into her.

You keep moving your tongue in her as she calms down, little flicks, staying away from her erect clit. Her hands loosen and you again the rich scents of heather and grass fills your nostrils. It's so vivid you close your eyes. When you open them again there is something odd about the copier light. It seems.. to be pink.

Lanie's breathing is deeper. You lick her again, but she squeaks and jumps away. "Oh no," she says, wagging a finger, "now it's time to take care of both of us. It's time for ''the deed''."

She stands just out of reach. She starts running her hands silkily over her belly and thighs. "Aren't you going to come get it?" she whispers. For a moment you think you hear wind whistling over rock, as if echoing her voice, or her lust.

You move forward on a knee and reach, and she steps back again with a giggle, her tits and thick braid swinging. She covers one nipple with one hand, leaving almost her entire breast exposed, and the lowest part of her pussy with the other, still showing the hair radiating flowerlike from her slit. Something about this makes the blood pound behind your eyes and you leap up with a growl. Lanie shrieks and you chase her once around the room, or rather your cock chases her, using your legs as the motor. The room is darker somehow, the light from the copier casting Lanie's shadow high and large. You want to see your shadow mounting hers.

You brush against something, and think you see a giant fern out of the corner of your eye. But Lanie. Lanie dives under one of the supplies tables. You crouch down, the grass under your feet soft, and offer your cock under the table's edge. "Fishy fishy," you chant, "have some bait, Fishy?" You wait, crouching, moving a little when you hear Lanie move, your cock like a spike. "Won't you bite, Fishy?" Some part of your mind, toward the rear, wishes you hadn't said ''bite''. But then suddenly Lanie's mouth is on you, wet and soft, sucking unseen. She slurps on the head and breathes down the shaft.

Do you:
* [[Let Lanie suck you from under the table]].
* [[Reach for Lanie so you can fuck her at last]]!

{{SexRompStatus|Location=''[[Your Office]]''|Health=Horny|MP=0|Level=1}}
[[Category: Smutty Sex Romp]]

Ignore them and stalactite with Lanie like you intended

2011-02-01T01:46:18Z

Pshawerky:

You realize you've been ignoring the sounds from the door. Muffled yelling is coming from the hallway outside. The doorknob turns and the door presses in against the chair, which holds it in place.

Then your attention is drawn back to Lanie. She turns her hand lightly on your knob and then presses it down the shaft against your hair. Jeebus Presley and the Archbishop of Canterbury, but that is amazing! She squeezes your cockroot, digging her fingertips in just above your ballsack. She pulls you against her middle, holding your slab of flesh in place.

"I don't think I can hear them after all," says Lanie. "Can you?"

She starts nipping and licking your neck. The hallway sounds fuddle away, like a Model T losing gas on the horizon, like a clock slowing, stopping, and moving backwards. Like a cock thrusting timelessly. Lanie's teeth dig into your shoulder and it's as the though the returning sexual trance drips from her fangs into your bloodstream. You smell stone and open spaces and milky subterranean streams.

The back of your hand touches Lanie's skirt. Brusquely you thrust down to your knees. You grab the hem around Lanie's waist and pull, rumbling "I said ''naked!''" Lanie's hands slap against the copier to hold herself as you yank down, and it begins to operate. The skirt strains and with a curt tearing sound gives way around the flare of Lanie's hips. "Ooh, so rough," she coos. There are some red scratches down her hips. The copier makes its steady ''swoosh'' and the light scintillates behind Lanie

Lanie steps one foot out of her skirt. You grab her legs just above the knees and run the tip of your tongue up her slit, then suck at the top. She writhes and gasps and takes fistfuls of your hair, and in a few seconds has set an excruciating rhythm, her hips and hands cycling your mouth and tongue to her pussy, and away, to and fro. You hold your lips on her clit as long as you can with each suck. In no time at all Lanie's rhythm buckles, and after a minute more she comes, pressing your face into her.

You keep moving your tongue in her as she calms down, little flicks, staying away from her erect clit. Her hands loosen and you again the rich scents of heather and grass fills your nostrils. It's so vivid you close your eyes. When you open them again there is something odd about the copier light. It seems.. to be pink.

Lanie's breathing is deeper. You lick her again, but she squeaks and jumps away. "Oh no," she says, wagging a finger, "now it's time to take care of both of us. It's time for ''the deed''."

She stands just out of reach. She starts running her hands silkily over her belly and thighs. "Aren't you going to come get it?" she whispers. For a moment you think you hear wind whistling over rock, as if echoing her voice, or her lust.

You move forward on a knee and reach, and she steps back again with a giggle, her tits and thick braid swinging. She covers one nipple with one hand, leaving almost her entire breast exposed, and the lowest part of her pussy with the other, still showing the hair radiating flowerlike from her slit. Something about this makes the blood pound behind your eyes and you leap up with a growl. Lanie shrieks and you chase her once around the room, or rather your cock chases her, using your legs as the motor. The room is darker somehow, the light from the copier casting Lanie's shadow high and large. You want to see your shadow mounting hers.

You brush against something, and think you see a giant fern out of the corner of your eye. But Lanie. Lanie dives under one of the supplies tables. You crouch down, the grass under your feet soft, and offer your cock under the table's edge. "Fishy fishy," you chant, "have some bait, Fishy?" You wait, crouching, moving a little when you hear Lanie move, your cock like a spike. "Won't you bite, Fishy?" Some part of your mind, toward the rear, wishes you hadn't said ''bite''. But then suddenly Lanie's mouth is on you, wet and soft, sucking unseen. She slurps on the head and breathes down the shaft.

Do you:
* [[Let Lanie suck you from under the table]].
* [[Reach for Lanie so you can fuck her at last]]!

{{SexRompStatus|Location=''[[Your Office]]''|Health=Horny|MP=0|Level=1}}
[[Category: Smutty Sex Romp]]

Ignore them and stalactite with Lanie like you intended

2011-02-01T01:43:53Z

Pshawerky:

You realize you've been ignoring the sounds from the door. Muffled yelling is coming from the hallway outside. The doorknob turns and the door presses in against the chair, which holds it in place.

Then your attention is drawn back to Lanie. She turns her hand lightly on your knob and then presses it down the shaft against your hair. Jeebus Presley and the Archbishop of Canterbury, but that is amazing! She squeezes your cockroot, digging her fingertips in just above your ballsack. She pulls you against her middle, holding your slab of flesh in place.

"I don't think I can hear them after all," says Lanie. "Can you?"

She starts nipping and licking your neck. The hallway sounds fuddle away, like a Model T losing gas on the horizon, like a clock slowing, stopping, and moving backwards. Lanie's teeth dig into your shoulder and it's as the though the returning sexual trance drips from her fangs into your bloodstream. You smell stone and open spaces and milky subterranean streams.

The back of your hand touches Lanie's skirt. Brusquely you thrust down to your knees. You grab the hem around Lanie's waist and pull, rumbling "I said ''naked!''" Lanie's hands slap against the copier to hold herself as you yank down, and it begins to operate. The skirt strains and with a curt tearing sound gives way around the flare of Lanie's hips. "Ooh, so rough," she coos. There are some red scratches down her hips. The copier makes its steady ''swoosh'' and the light scintillates behind Lanie

Lanie steps one foot out of her skirt. You grab her legs just above the knees and run the tip of your tongue up her slit, then suck at the top. She writhes and gasps and takes fistfuls of your hair, and in a few seconds has set an excruciating rhythm, her hips and hands cycling your mouth and tongue to her pussy, and away, to and fro. You hold your lips on her clit as long as you can with each suck. In no time at all Lanie's rhythm buckles, and after a minute more she comes, pressing your face into her.

You keep moving your tongue in her as she calms down, little flicks, staying away from her erect clit. Her hands loosen and you again the rich scents of heather and grass fills your nostrils. It's so vivid you close your eyes. When you open them again there is something odd about the copier light. It seems.. to be pink.

Lanie's breathing is deeper. You lick her again, but she squeaks and jumps away. "Oh no," she says, wagging a finger, "now it's time to take care of both of us. It's time for ''the deed''."

She stands just out of reach. She starts running her hands silkily over her belly and thighs. "Aren't you going to come get it?" she whispers. For a moment you think you hear wind whistling over rock, as if echoing her voice, or her lust.

You move forward on a knee and reach, and she steps back again with a giggle, her tits and thick braid swinging. She covers one nipple with one hand, leaving almost her entire breast exposed, and the lowest part of her pussy with the other, still showing the hair radiating flowerlike from her slit. Something about this makes the blood pound behind your eyes and you leap up with a growl. Lanie shrieks and you chase her once around the room, or rather your cock chases her, using your legs as the motor. The room is darker somehow, the light from the copier casting Lanie's shadow high and large. You want to see your shadow mounting hers.

You brush against something, and think you see a giant fern out of the corner of your eye. But Lanie. Lanie dives under one of the supplies tables. You crouch down, the grass under your feet soft, and offer your cock under the table's edge. "Fishy fishy," you chant, "have some bait, Fishy?" You wait, crouching, moving a little when you hear Lanie move, your cock like a spike. "Won't you bite, Fishy?" Some part of your mind, toward the rear, wishes you hadn't said ''bite''. But then suddenly Lanie's mouth is on you, wet and soft, sucking unseen. She slurps on the head and breathes down the shaft.

Do you:
* [[Let Lanie suck you from under the table]].
* [[Reach for Lanie so you can fuck her at last]]!

{{SexRompStatus|Location=''[[Your Office]]''|Health=Horny|MP=0|Level=1}}
[[Category: Smutty Sex Romp]]

Ignore them and stalactite with Lanie like you intended

2011-02-01T01:42:11Z

Pshawerky: Created page with 'You realize you've been ignoring the sounds from the door. Muffled yelling is coming from the hallway outside. The doorknob turns and the door presses in against the chair, whi…'

You realize you've been ignoring the sounds from the door. Muffled yelling is coming from the hallway outside. The doorknob turns and the door presses in against the chair, which holds it in place.

Then your attention is drawn back to Lanie. She turns her hand lightly on your knob and then presses it down the shaft against your hair. Jeebus Presley and the Archbishop of Canterbury, but that is amazing! She squeezes your cockroot, digging her fingertips in just above your ballsack. She pulls you against her middle, holding your slab of flesh in place.

"I don't think I can hear them after all," says Lanie. "Can you?"

She starts nipping and licking your neck. The hallway sounds fuddle away, like a Model T losing gas on the horizon, like a clock slowing, stopping, and moving backwards. Lanie's teeth dig into your shoulder and it's as the though the returning sexual trance drips from her fangs into your bloodstream. You smell stone and open spaces and milky subterranean streams.

The back of your hand touches Lanie's skirt. Brusquely you thrust down to your knees. You grab the hem around Lanie's waist and pull, rumbling "I said ''naked!''" Lanie's hands slap against the copier to hold herself as you yank down, and it begins to operate. The skirt strains and with a curt tearing sound gives way around the flare of Lanie's hips. "Ooh, so rough," she coos. There are some red scratches down her hips. The copier makes its steady ''swoosh'' and the light scintillates behind Lanie

Lanie steps one foot out of her skirt. You grab her legs just above the knees and run the tip of your tongue up her slit, then suck at the top. She writhes and gasps and takes fistfuls of your hair, and in a few seconds has set an excruciating rhythm, her hips and hands cycling your mouth and tongue to her pussy, and away, to and fro. You hold your lips on her clit as long as you can with each suck. In no time at all Lanie's rhythm buckles, and after a minute more she comes, pressing your face into her.

You keep moving your tongue in her as she calms down, little flicks, staying away from her erect clit. Her hands loosen and you again the rich scents of heather and grass fills your nostrils. It's so vivid you close your eyes. When you open them again there is something odd about the copier light. It seems.. to be pink.

Lanie's breathing is deeper. You lick her again, but she squeaks and jumps away. "Oh no," she says, wagging a finger, "now it's time to take care of both of us. It's time for ''the deed''."

She stands just out of reach. She starts running her hands silkily over her belly and thighs. "Aren't you going to come get it?" she whispers. For a moment you think you hear wind whistling over rock.

You move forward on a knee and reach, and she steps back again with a giggle, her tits and thick braid swinging. She covers one nipple with one hand, leaving almost her entire breast exposed, and the lowest part of her pussy with the other, still showing the hair radiating flowerlike from her slit. Something about this makes the blood pound behind your eyes and you leap up with a growl. Lanie shrieks and you chase her once around the room, or rather your cock chases her, using your legs as the motor. The room is darker somehow, the light from the copier casting Lanie's shadow high and large. You want to see your shadow mounting hers.

You brush against something, and think you see a giant fern out of the corner of your eye. But Lanie. Lanie dives under one of the supplies tables. You crouch down, the grass under your feet soft, and offer your cock under the table's edge. "Fishy fishy," you chant, "have some bait, Fishy?" You wait, crouching, moving a little when you hear Lanie move, your cock like a spike. "Won't you bite, Fishy?" Some part of your mind, toward the rear, wishes you hadn't said ''bite''. But then suddenly Lanie's mouth is on you, wet and soft, sucking unseen. She slurps on the head and breathes down the shaft.

Do you:
* [[Let Lanie suck you from under the table]].
* [[Reach for Lanie so you can fuck her at last]]!

{{SexRompStatus|Location=''[[Your Office]]''|Health=Horny|MP=0|Level=1}}
[[Category: Smutty Sex Romp]]

Get completely naked and wet with Lanie and lose your mind

2011-01-23T18:13:35Z

Pshawerky:

There is one thing you need to do first, before giving in to the lust stirringlike soup in your gut. You take your hand out of Lanie, her cunt slurping after it. "Just a second." You stand, turn, go to one of the supply tables, grab the chair there. You take it to the copyroom door and jam it under the knob. You wedge it in good and tight. You promise yourself that you will wedge Lanie even tighter. You give the knob a good tug to make sure it stays put. You promise Lanie that you will not stay put when she gives you a good tug, the best of tugs, but gape over her with come.

You turn back to Lanie. She's propped herself up on her elbow against the copier, sodden, sapped, but with a lurking gaze. The fingers of the hand she's propped up on are grasping unconsciously on the floor. She smiles at you, a swampy leer. She's fucking beautiful.

Behind you, the knob rattles. You hear a faint exclamation through the door. Not a moment too soon.

Lanie runs a hand across her comed-over chest and licks her palm obnoxiously, eyes shut.

You say, "You seem to like that stuff."

She looks back at you. "What if I do?"

"What if you do is I have more if what if you do. Gallons. Fucking galleons full."

You whip your shirt off. You fling off your shoes. You shove your trousers down to your ankles, stomp your feet out, and kick them aside. Lanie's eyes widen and narrow. "Well..!"

Stepping over to her, you say, "I'm going to plow through you like the Spanish Armada on the way to England and no fucking Francis Drake to stop me."

Your hard-on bobs like the gulf stream. Lanie's enervated gaze stares as though enthralled by a siren. "He must be off making copies," she says distantly.

"Just like us," you say.

You bend and take Lanie's hand, damp with come and saliva, and pull her up. Her other hand grazes your cock, stiffening it. As she stands beside you, a prickling waves through the nerves in your spine, breaching across your arms and thighs. As though your whole body has become a sense, a sixth sense to detect another nearby body.

Lanie lightly lays those damp hands on your chest. She traces her fingers around your nipples. Her face, her eyes on yours, lose focus. You take the hand that Lanie licked and cover your face with it, press your tongue deeply against the palm and draw it roughly up to her fingertips. Then you put your mouth on hers. The tastes are salt and sour and bitter. Lanie's mouth and tongue move viscously with yours, your breathing mixing like oil. You put a hand behind her neck and press the kiss deeper; then suddenly thrust her hips back against the copier with a bang, and grind your naked cock. Lanie's crotch gyrates in beat with yours, slow and dirty, and she moans around your lips.

You break off with a gasp. "Naked," you whisper, undoing the bottom buttons of her shirt. As you pull Lanie's shirt off her arms, you kiss the skin of her shoulders and collarbone. The shirt goes somewhere over your shoulder. Down goes the loose bra, plopping at your feet. You pull her chest against yours, squeeze her clammy tits against you, willing the wetness warm and slippery. You reach down to her skirt and find Lanie's hand already there, tugging the zipper down.

Her hand stops. "Oh! Someone's pushing on the door!"

You realize you've been ignoring it. Muffled yelling is coming from outside the copy room. The knob turns and the door presses in and is stopped by the chair.

What do you do?
* [["They're pirates!" you tell Lanie]].
* [[Ignore them and stalactite with Lanie like you intended]].

{{SexRompStatus|Location=''[[Your Office]]''|Health=Horny|MP=0|Level=1}}
[[Category: Smutty Sex Romp]]

Get completely naked and wet with Lanie and lose your mind

2011-01-23T18:10:37Z

Pshawerky:

There is one thing you need to do first, before giving in to the lust stirringlike soup in your gut. You take your hand out of Lanie, her cunt slurping after it. "Just a second." You stand, turn, go to one of the supply tables, grab the chair there. You take it to the copyroom door and jam it under the knob. You wedge it in good and tight. You promise yourself that you will wedge Lanie even tighter. You give the knob a good tug to make sure it stays put. You promise Lanie that you will not stay put when she gives you a good tug, the best of tugs, but gape over her with come.

You turn back to Lanie. She's propped herself up on her elbow against the copier, sodden, sapped, but with a lurking gaze. The fingers of the hand she's propped up on are grasping unconsciously on the floor. She smiles at you, a swampy leer. She's fucking beautiful.

Behind you, the knob rattles. You hear a faint exclamation through the door. Not a moment too soon.

Lanie runs a hand across her comed-over chest and licks her palm obnoxiously, eyes shut.

You say, "You seem to like that stuff."

She looks back at you. "What if I do?"

"What if you do is I have more if what if you do. Gallons. Fucking galleons full."

You whip your shirt off. You fling off your shoes. You shove your trousers down to your ankles, stomp your feet out, and kick them aside. Lanie's eyes widen and narrow. "Well..!"

Stepping over to her, you say, "I'm going to plow through you like the Spanish Armada on the way to England and no fucking Francis Drake to stop me."

Your hard-on bobs like the gulf stream. Lanie's enervated gaze stares as though enthralled by a siren. "He must be off making copies," she says distantly.

"Just like us," you say.

You bend and take Lanie's hand, damp with come and saliva, and pull her up. Her other hand grazes your cock, stiffening it. As she stands beside you, a prickling waves through the nerves in your spine, breaching across your arms and thighs. As though your whole body has become a sense, a sixth sense to detect another nearby body.

Lanie lightly lays those damp hands on your chest. She traces her fingers around your nipples. Her face, her eyes on yours, lose focus. You take the hand that Lanie licked and cover your face with it, press your tongue deeply against the palm and draw it roughly up to her fingertips. Then you put your mouth on hers. The tastes are salt and sour and bitter. Lanie's mouth and tongue move viscously with yours, your breathing mixing like oil. You put a hand behind her neck and press the kiss deeper; then suddenly thrust her hips back against the copier with a bang, and grind your naked cock. Lanie's crotch gyrates in beat with yours, slow and dirty, and she moans around your lips.

You break off with a gasp. "Naked," you whisper, undoing the bottom buttons of her shirt. As you pull Lanie's shirt off her arms, you kiss the skin of her shoulders and collarbone. The shirt goes somewhere over your shoulder. Down goes the loose bra, plopping at your feet. You pull her chest against yours, squeeze her clammy tits against you, imagining the wetness warm and slippery. You reach down to her skirt and find Lanie's hand already there, tugging the zipper down.

Her hand stops. "Oh! Someone's pushing on the door!"

You realize you've been ignoring it. Muffled yelling is coming from outside the copy room. The knob turns and the door presses in and is stopped by the chair.

What do you do?
* [["They're pirates!" you tell Lanie]].
* [[Ignore them and stalactite with Lanie like you intended]].

{{SexRompStatus|Location=''[[Your Office]]''|Health=Horny|MP=0|Level=1}}
[[Category: Smutty Sex Romp]]

Get completely naked and wet with Lanie and lose your mind

2011-01-23T18:09:04Z

Pshawerky:

There is one thing you need to do first, before giving in to the lust stirringlike soup in your gut. You take your hand out of Lanie, her cunt slurping after it, and say "I'll be right back." You stand, turn, go to one of the supply tables, grab the chair there. You take it to the copyroom door and jam it under the knob. You wedge it in good and tight. You promise yourself that you will wedge Lanie even tighter. You give the knob a good tug to make sure it stays put. You promise Lanie that you will not stay put when she gives you a good tug, the best of tugs, but gape over her with come.

You turn back to Lanie. She's propped herself up on her elbow against the copier, sodden, sapped, but with a lurking gaze. The fingers of the hand she's propped up on are grasping unconsciously on the floor. She smiles at you, a swampy leer. She's fucking beautiful.

Behind you, the knob rattles. You hear a faint exclamation through the door. Not a moment too soon.

Lanie runs a hand across her comed-over chest and licks her palm obnoxiously, eyes shut.

You say, "You seem to like that stuff."

She looks back at you. "What if I do?"

"What if you do is I have more if what if you do. Gallons. Fucking galleons full."

You whip your shirt off. You fling off your shoes. You shove your trousers down to your ankles, stomp your feet out, and kick them aside. Lanie's eyes widen and narrow. "Well..!"

Stepping over to her, you say, "I'm going to plow through you like the Spanish Armada on the way to England and no fucking Francis Drake to stop me."

Your hard-on bobs like the gulf stream. Lanie's enervated gaze stares as though enthralled by a siren. "He must be off making copies," she says distantly.

"Just like us," you say.

You bend and take Lanie's hand, damp with come and saliva, and pull her up. Her other hand grazes your cock, stiffening it. As she stands beside you, a prickling waves through the nerves in your spine, breaching across your arms and thighs. As though your whole body has become a sense, a sixth sense to detect another nearby body.

Lanie lightly lays those damp hands on your chest. She traces her fingers around your nipples. Her face, her eyes on yours, lose focus. You take the hand that Lanie licked and cover your face with it, press your tongue deeply against the palm and draw it roughly up to her fingertips. Then you put your mouth on hers. The tastes are salt and sour and bitter. Lanie's mouth and tongue move viscously with yours, your breathing mixing like oil. You put a hand behind her neck and press the kiss deeper; then suddenly thrust her hips back against the copier with a bang, and grind your naked cock. Lanie's crotch gyrates in beat with yours, slow and dirty, and she moans around your lips.

You break off with a gasp. "Naked," you whisper, undoing the bottom buttons of her shirt. As you pull Lanie's shirt off her arms, you kiss the skin of her shoulders and collarbone. The shirt goes somewhere over your shoulder. Down goes the loose bra, plopping at your feet. You pull her chest against yours, squeeze her clammy tits against you, imagining the wetness warm and slippery. You reach down to her skirt and find Lanie's hand already there, tugging the zipper down.

Her hand stops. "Oh! Someone's pushing on the door!"

You realize you've been ignoring it. Muffled yelling is coming from outside the copy room. The knob turns and the door presses in and is stopped by the chair.

What do you do?
* [["They're pirates!" you tell Lanie]].
* [[Ignore them and stalactite with Lanie like you intended]].

{{SexRompStatus|Location=''[[Your Office]]''|Health=Horny|MP=0|Level=1}}
[[Category: Smutty Sex Romp]]

Get completely naked and wet with Lanie and lose your mind

2011-01-23T18:08:11Z

Pshawerky: Created page with 'There is one thing you need to do first, before giving in to the lust stirring in your gut like soup. You take your hand out of Lanie, her cunt slurping after it, and say "I'll …'

There is one thing you need to do first, before giving in to the lust stirring in your gut like soup. You take your hand out of Lanie, her cunt slurping after it, and say "I'll be right back." You stand, turn, go to one of the supply tables, grab the chair there. You take it to the copyroom door and jam it under the knob. You wedge it in good and tight. You promise yourself that you will wedge Lanie even tighter. You give the knob a good tug to make sure it stays put. You promise Lanie that you will not stay put when she gives you a good tug, the best of tugs, but gape over her with come.

You turn back to Lanie. She's propped herself up on her elbow against the copier, sodden, sapped, but with a lurking gaze. The fingers of the hand she's propped up on are grasping unconsciously on the floor. She smiles at you, a swampy leer. She's fucking beautiful.

Behind you, the knob rattles. You hear a faint exclamation through the door. Not a moment too soon.

Lanie runs a hand across her comed-over chest and licks her palm obnoxiously, eyes shut.

You say, "You seem to like that stuff."

She looks back at you. "What if I do?"

"What if you do is I have more if what if you do. Gallons. Fucking galleons full."

You whip your shirt off. You fling off your shoes. You shove your trousers down to your ankles, stomp your feet out, and kick them aside. Lanie's eyes widen and narrow. "Well..!"

Stepping over to her, you say, "I'm going to plow through you like the Spanish Armada on the way to England and no fucking Francis Drake to stop me."

Your hard-on bobs like the gulf stream. Lanie's enervated gaze stares as though enthralled by a siren. "He must be off making copies," she says distantly.

"Just like us," you say.

You bend and take Lanie's hand, damp with come and saliva, and pull her up. Her other hand grazes your cock, stiffening it. As she stands beside you, a prickling waves through the nerves in your spine, breaching across your arms and thighs. As though your whole body has become a sense, a sixth sense to detect another nearby body.

Lanie lightly lays those damp hands on your chest. She traces her fingers around your nipples. Her face, her eyes on yours, lose focus. You take the hand that Lanie licked and cover your face with it, press your tongue deeply against the palm and draw it roughly up to her fingertips. Then you put your mouth on hers. The tastes are salt and sour and bitter. Lanie's mouth and tongue move viscously with yours, your breathing mixing like oil. You put a hand behind her neck and press the kiss deeper; then suddenly thrust her hips back against the copier with a bang, and grind your naked cock. Lanie's crotch gyrates in beat with yours, slow and dirty, and she moans around your lips.

You break off with a gasp. "Naked," you whisper, undoing the bottom buttons of her shirt. As you pull Lanie's shirt off her arms, you kiss the skin of her shoulders and collarbone. The shirt goes somewhere over your shoulder. Down goes the loose bra, plopping at your feet. You pull her chest against yours, squeeze her clammy tits against you, imagining the wetness warm and slippery. You reach down to her skirt and find Lanie's hand already there, tugging the zipper down.

Her hand stops. "Oh! Someone's pushing on the door!"

You realize you've been ignoring it. Muffled yelling is coming from outside the copy room. The knob turns and the door presses in and is stopped by the chair.

What do you do?
* [["They're pirates!" you tell Lanie]].
* [[Ignore them and stalactite with Lanie like you intended]].

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[[Category: Smutty Sex Romp]]

Take Lanie's hips in your hands and give her ass some work

2011-01-23T02:13:40Z

Pshawerky:

"Actually, I was thinking I could finish your work for you," you say, and start grinding that silly meat of yours against her ass in earnest. You rotate your hips and swing them back and forth, keeping Lanie's in hip-lock-step. She grabs the machine to steady herself. "Ooh, that feels.. really good."

Lanie's ass feels just as pillowy as the pics of those tits look in the tray, plump and a perfect combination of soft and firm. This ass was clearly made in Sweden along with all those beds. You squeeze your fingers over her thighs and caress her along the hem of her skirt. "Baby, you are getting me all kinds of hot," you say.

"Is that a fact?" says Lanie looking at you over her shoulder.

"Feel that? Does that feel like about 9 or 10 inches of fact?"

"I wouldn't know what 10 inches feels like," she replies saucily.

"Well, just imagine 5 inches, and then double it."

"Why should I imagine anything?" She takes your hand and curls the fingers under the lip of her skirt. "I could use some filling in on these facts."

Taking the lead, you push your hand right up to her cunt and slowly stroke it, wet and fuzzy. Lanie tenses up and down. "''Oooo..!'' Ooh. Ooh please don't stop. It's so good, it's so ''good!''" She presses her pussy down into your hand.

Do you:
* [[Keep caressing Lanie's little kitten]]

Or fuck:
* [[Lanie's ass]]
* [[Lanie's snatch]]

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Baste Lanie's boobs

2011-01-22T03:08:39Z

Pshawerky:

You withdraw your twitching thighs from Lanie's face. Your expression tells her everything. "Oh oh, here it comes," she says. Her voice is thick and rough.

You push her shoulder so she goes down on her bottom, her legs stretching forward between your legs, and you drop to one knee, straddling them. You scoot more forward, pushing her down so that she's almost on her back and her legs are behind you. Lanie's tits seem to float as she sinks down, and seeing you aim your cock, she arches them up at you; and then, your groan coming harsh and dry in your throat, you splatter Lanie's chest with semen.

It goes on for a minute. Your ragged breathing settles slowly. Lanie leaves the milksop where it falls, stickily dripping down between her tits, or over her fat nipples to her tummy, until the last long cord of come drips down from your cockhead, draping itself over her right tit. Then she touches it with a fingertip or two as your chest gulps air slowly and a light burn builds in your legs from your half-crouch.

"Crazy," she says. "I'm soaked, totally.. ''soaked''." She runs her fingers in the crease under her breast, meets your eyes.

Something about how she says ''soaked'' causes a light to go on. You reach a hand between her legs. Lanie's skirt is pushed up from sliding on the floor, and the southern border of her map of Tasmania just peeks below the hem. Lanie is soaking, far wetter than when you fucked her. Your fingers slide over her wet meat, fish along her lips, sift between them. Lanie groans through her lasciviously loosened mouth. Her cunt is as heavy as mercury. You dip all four fingers in as Lanie starts to squirm and grabs your cock, hanging like sweet pudding, getting that string of come on her arm. Your hand moves rapidly in and out, slick as graphite, digits shoving and your thumb pressing her clit. Lanie tries pumping you but you're a bit too soft and sticky and then her eyes meet yours helplessly, her hips start a violent tremble and she loses it, she starts to fucking squirt all over your hand! She keens high and bright in her throat, and sinks, tugging spasmodically.

Your hand and arm are drenched. Lanie's thighs squeeze you. You look at where your hand plunges into her nethers. The top of her skirt is squished across her belly, near your dripping come. Her wet tits are sliding from either side of her chest. Her heavy black braid draped over one shoulder and trailing back under her arm. The smell, the flop of her.

What you really want is nakedness. Nothing between you. Remove these conceited shreds, you and Lanie utterly bare, your bodies touching up and down, and right here in the copy room to fuck like fucking was meant, like proper animals, the sweat running and the glaze descending into every pore. Your hair black with wet. Tangled in Lanie's wet ass-length braid, the braid come loose and tying around your thighs as you ''fuck, fuck'', as you spelunk in her cave, across eons, seeking the weeping, milky trickles that form the stalagmites and stalactites, your fucking as hard and deliberate as geological time. You will monopolize, expropriate this goddam copy room until stone dissolves or your balls run out of come. There will be a line to use it extending for miles down the avenue while Lanie nails her pussy down on your fat cock for the countlessth time, as the infinite cycle of her come dribbles out around your prick and over your hips, as the comegrunts splur from the cave of her mouth, drip down on your tongue straining for hers..

Or, you could let Lanie finish her work. That too is an option.

Do you:
* [[Get completely naked and wet with Lanie and lose your mind]]!
* [[Let Lanie finish her copying]].

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[[Category: Smutty Sex Romp]]

Baste Lanie's boobs

2011-01-22T03:06:49Z

Pshawerky:

You withdraw your twitching thighs from Lanie's face. Your expression tells her everything. "Oh oh, here it comes," she says. Her voice is thick and rough.

You push her shoulder so she goes down on her bottom, her legs stretching forward between your legs, and you drop to one knee, straddling them. You scoot more forward, pushing her down so that she's almost on her back and her legs are behind you. Lanie's tits seem to float as she sinks down, and seeing you aim your cock, she arches them up at you; and then, your groan coming harsh and dry in your throat, you splatter Lanie's chest with semen.

It goes on for a minute. Your ragged breathing settles slowly. Lanie leaves the milksop where it falls, stickily dripping down between her tits, or over her fat nipples to her tummy, until the last long cord of come drips down from your cockhead, draping itself over her right tit. Then she touches it with a fingertip or two as your chest gulps air slowly and a light burn builds in your legs from your half-crouch.

"Crazy," she says. "I'm soaked, totally.. ''soaked''." She runs her fingers in the crease under her breast, meets your eyes.

Something about how she says ''soaked'' causes a light to go on. You reach a hand between her legs. Lanie's skirt is pushed up from sliding on the floor, and the southern border of her map of Tasmania just peeks below the hem. Lanie is soaking, far wetter than when you fucked her. Your fingers slide over her wet meat, fish along her lips, sift between them. Lanie groans through her lasciviously loosened mouth. Her cunt is as heavy as mercury. You dip all four fingers in as Lanie starts to squirm and grabs your cock, hanging like sweet pudding, getting that string of come on her arm. Your hand moves rapidly in and out, slick as graphite, digits shoving and your thumb pressing her clit. Lanie tries pumping you but you're a bit too soft and sticky and then her eyes meet yours again, helplessly, and her hips tremble violently and she loses it, she starts to fucking squirt all over your hand! She keens high and bright in her throat, and sinks, tugging spasmodically.

Your hand and arm are drenched. Lanie's thighs squeeze you. You look at where your hand plunges into her nethers. The top of her skirt is squished across her belly, near your dripping come. Her wet tits are sliding from either side of her chest. Her heavy black braid draped over one shoulder and trailing back under her arm. The smell, the flop of her.

What you really want is nakedness. Nothing between you. Remove these conceited shreds, you and Lanie utterly bare, your bodies touching up and down, and right here in the copy room to fuck like fucking was meant, like proper animals, the sweat running and the glaze descending into every pore. Your hair black with wet. Tangled in Lanie's wet ass-length braid, the braid come loose and tying around your thighs as you ''fuck, fuck'', as you spelunk in her cave, across eons, seeking the weeping, milky trickles that form the stalagmites and stalactites, your fucking as hard and deliberate as geological time. You will monopolize, expropriate this goddam copy room until stone dissolves or your balls run out of come. There will be a line to use it extending for miles down the avenue while Lanie nails her pussy down on your fat cock for the countlessth time, as the infinite cycle of her come dribbles out around your prick and over your hips, as the comegrunts splur from the cave of her mouth, drip down on your tongue straining for hers..

Or, you could let Lanie finish her work. That too is an option.

Do you:
* [[Get completely naked and wet with Lanie and lose your mind]]!
* [[Let Lanie finish her copying]].

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Baste Lanie's boobs

2011-01-22T03:06:19Z

Pshawerky:

You withdraw your twitching thighs from Lanie's face. Your expression tells her everything. "Oh oh, here it comes," she says. Her voice is thick and rough.

You push her shoulder so she goes down on her bottom, her legs stretching forward between your legs, and you drop to one knee, straddling them. You scoot more forward, pushing her down so that she's almost on her back and her legs are behind you. Lanie's tits seem to float as she sinks down, and seeing you aim your cock, she arches them up at you; and then, your groan coming harsh and dry in your throat, you splatter Lanie's chest with semen.

It goes on for a minute. Your ragged breathing settles slowly. Lanie leaves the milksop where it falls, stickily dripping down between her tits, or over her fat nipples to her tummy, until the last long cord of come drips down from your cockhead, draping itself over her right tit. Then she touches it with a fingertip or two as your chest gulps air slowly and a light burn builds in your legs from your half-crouch.

"Crazy," she says. "I'm soaked, totally.. ''soaked''." She runs her fingers in the crease under her breast, meets your eyes.

Something about how she says ''soaked'' causes a light to go on. You reach a hand between her legs. Lanie's skirt is pushed up from sliding on the floor, and the southern border of her map of Tasmania just peeks below the hem. Lanie is soaking, far wetter than when you fucked her. Your fingers slide over her wet meat, fish along her lips, sift between them. Lanie groans through her lasciviously loosened mouth. Her cunt is as heavy as mercury. You dip all four fingers in as Lanie starts to squirm and grabs your cock, hanging like sweet pudding, getting that string of come on her arm. Your hand moves rapidly in and out, slick as graphite, digits shoving and your thumb caressing her clit. Lanie tries pumping you but you're a bit too soft and sticky and then her eyes meet yours again, helplessly, and her hips tremble violently and she loses it, she starts to fucking squirt all over your hand! She keens high and bright in her throat, and sinks, tugging spasmodically.

Your hand and arm are drenched. Lanie's thighs squeeze you. You look at where your hand plunges into her nethers. The top of her skirt is squished across her belly, near your dripping come. Her wet tits are sliding from either side of her chest. Her heavy black braid draped over one shoulder and trailing back under her arm. The smell, the flop of her.

What you really want is nakedness. Nothing between you. Remove these conceited shreds, you and Lanie utterly bare, your bodies touching up and down, and right here in the copy room to fuck like fucking was meant, like proper animals, the sweat running and the glaze descending into every pore. Your hair black with wet. Tangled in Lanie's wet ass-length braid, the braid come loose and tying around your thighs as you ''fuck, fuck'', as you spelunk in her cave, across eons, seeking the weeping, milky trickles that form the stalagmites and stalactites, your fucking as hard and deliberate as geological time. You will monopolize, expropriate this goddam copy room until stone dissolves or your balls run out of come. There will be a line to use it extending for miles down the avenue while Lanie nails her pussy down on your fat cock for the countlessth time, as the infinite cycle of her come dribbles out around your prick and over your hips, as the comegrunts splur from the cave of her mouth, drip down on your tongue straining for hers..

Or, you could let Lanie finish her work. That too is an option.

Do you:
* [[Get completely naked and wet with Lanie and lose your mind]]!
* [[Let Lanie finish her copying]].

{{SexRompStatus|Location=''[[Your Office]]''|Health=Horny|MP=0|Level=1}}
[[Category: Smutty Sex Romp]]

Baste Lanie's boobs

2011-01-22T03:05:09Z

Pshawerky:

You withdraw your twitching thighs from Lanie's face. Your expression tells her everything. "Oh oh, here it comes," she says. Her voice is thick and rough.

You push her shoulder so she goes down on her bottom, her legs stretching forward between your legs, and you drop to one knee, straddling them. You scoot more forward, pushing her down so that she's almost on her back and her legs are behind you. Lanie's tits seem to float as she sinks down, and seeing you aim your cock, she arches them up at you; and then, your groan coming harsh and dry in your throat, you splatter Lanie's chest with semen.

It goes on for a minute. Your ragged breathing settles slowly. Lanie leaves the milksop where it falls, stickily dripping down between her tits, or over her fat nipples to her tummy, until the last long cord of come drips down from your cockhead, draping itself over her right tit. Then she touches it with a fingertip or two as your chest gulps air slowly and a light burn builds in your legs from your half-crouch.

"Crazy," she says. "I'm soaked, totally.. ''soaked''." She runs her fingers in the crease under her breast, meets your eyes.

Something about how she says ''soaked'' causes a light to go on. You reach a hand between her legs. Lanie's skirt is pushed up from sliding on the floor, and the southern border of her map of Tasmania just peeks below the hem. Lanie is soaking, far wetter than when you fucked her. Your fingers slide over her wet meat, fish along her lips, sift between them. Lanie groans through her lasciviously loosened mouth. Her cunt is as heavy as mercury. You dip all four fingers in as Lanie starts to squirm and grabs your cock, hanging like sweet pudding, getting that string of come on her arm. Your hand moves rapidly in and out, slick as graphite, digits shoving in and your thumb caressing her clit. Lanie tries pumping you but you're a bit too soft and sticky and then her eyes meet yours again, helplessly, and her hips tremble violently and she loses it, she starts to fucking squirt all over your hand! She keens high and bright in her throat, and sinks, tugging spasmodically.

Your hand and arm are drenched. Lanie's thighs squeeze you. You look at where your hand plunges into her nethers. The top of her skirt is squished across her belly, near your dripping come. Her wet tits are sliding from either side of her chest. Her heavy black braid draped over one shoulder and trailing back under her arm. The smell, the flop of her.

What you really want is nakedness. Nothing between you. Remove these conceited shreds, you and Lanie utterly bare, your bodies touching up and down, and right here in the copy room to fuck like fucking was meant, like proper animals, the sweat running and the glaze descending into every pore. Your hair black with wet. Tangled in Lanie's wet ass-length braid, the braid come loose and tying around your thighs as you ''fuck, fuck'', as you spelunk in her cave, across eons, seeking the weeping, milky trickles that form the stalagmites and stalactites, your fucking as hard and deliberate as geological time. You will monopolize, expropriate this goddam copy room until stone dissolves or your balls run out of come. There will be a line to use it extending for miles down the avenue while Lanie nails her pussy down on your fat cock for the countlessth time, as the infinite cycle of her come dribbles out around your prick and over your hips, as the comegrunts splur from the cave of her mouth, drip down on your tongue straining for hers..

Or, you could let Lanie finish her work. That too is an option.

Do you:
* [[Get completely naked and wet with Lanie and lose your mind]]!
* [[Let Lanie finish her copying]].

{{SexRompStatus|Location=''[[Your Office]]''|Health=Horny|MP=0|Level=1}}
[[Category: Smutty Sex Romp]]

Baste Lanie's boobs

2011-01-22T03:03:57Z

Pshawerky:

You withdraw your twitching thighs from Lanie's face. Your expression tells her everything. "Oh oh, here it comes," she says. Her voice is thick and rough.

You push her shoulder so she goes down on her bottom, her legs stretching forward between your legs, and you drop to one knee, straddling them. You scoot more forward, pushing her down so that she's almost on her back and her legs are behind you. Lanie's tits seem to float as she sinks down, and seeing you aim your cock, she arches them up at you; and then, your groan coming harsh and dry in your throat, you splatter Lanie's chest with semen.

It goes on for a minute. Your ragged breathing settles slowly. Lanie leaves the milksop where it falls, stickily dripping down between her tits, or over her fat nipples to her tummy, until the last long cord of come drips down from your cockhead, draping itself over her right tit. Then she touches it with a fingertip or two as your chest gulps air slowly and a light burn builds in your legs from your half-crouch.

"Crazy," she says. "I'm soaked, totally.. ''soaked''." She runs her fingers in the crease under her breast, meets your eyes.

Something about how she says ''soaked'' causes a light to go on. You reach a hand between her legs. Lanie's skirt is pushed up from sliding on the floor, and the southern border of her map of Tasmania just peeks below the hem. Your fingers slide over her wet meat, fish along her lips, sift between them. Lanie groans through her lasciviously loosened mouth. Her cunt is as heavy as mercury. You dip all four fingers in as Lanie starts to squirm and grabs your cock, hanging like sweet pudding, getting that string of come on her arm. Your hand moves rapidly in and out, slick as graphite, digits shoving in and your thumb caressing her clit. Lanie tries pumping you but you're a bit too soft and sticky and then her eyes meet yours again, helplessly, and her hips tremble violently and she loses it, she starts to fucking squirt all over your hand! She keens high and bright in her throat, and sinks, tugging spasmodically.

Your hand and arm are drenched. Lanie's thighs squeeze you. You look at where your hand plunges into her nethers. The top of her skirt is squished across her belly, near your dripping come. Her wet tits are sliding from either side of her chest. Her heavy black braid draped over one shoulder and trailing back under her arm. The smell, the flop of her.

What you really want is nakedness. Nothing between you. Remove these conceited shreds, you and Lanie utterly bare, your bodies touching up and down, and right here in the copy room to fuck like fucking was meant, like proper animals, the sweat running and the glaze descending into every pore. Your hair black with wet. Tangled in Lanie's wet ass-length braid, the braid come loose and tying around your thighs as you ''fuck, fuck'', as you spelunk in her cave, across eons, seeking the weeping, milky trickles that form the stalagmites and stalactites, your fucking as hard and deliberate as geological time. You will monopolize, expropriate this goddam copy room until stone dissolves or your balls run out of come. There will be a line to use it extending for miles down the avenue while Lanie nails her pussy down on your fat cock for the countlessth time, as the infinite cycle of her come dribbles out around your prick and over your hips, as the comegrunts splur from the cave of her mouth, drip down on your tongue straining for hers..

Or, you could let Lanie finish her work. That too is an option.

Do you:
* [[Get completely naked and wet with Lanie and lose your mind]]!
* [[Let Lanie finish her copying]].

{{SexRompStatus|Location=''[[Your Office]]''|Health=Horny|MP=0|Level=1}}
[[Category: Smutty Sex Romp]]

Baste Lanie's boobs

2011-01-22T03:03:00Z

Pshawerky:

You withdraw your twitching thighs from Lanie's face. Your expression tells her everything. "Oh oh, here it comes," she says. Her voice is thick and rough.

You push her shoulder so she goes down on her bottom, her legs stretching forward between your legs, and you drop to one knee, straddling them. You scoot more forward, pushing her down so that she's almost on her back and her legs are behind you. Lanie's tits seem to float as she sinks down, and seeing you aim your cock, she arches them up at you; and then, your groan coming harsh and dry in your throat, you splatter Lanie's chest with semen.

It goes on for a minute. Your ragged breathing settles slowly. Lanie leaves the milksop where it falls, stickily dripping down between her tits, or over her fat nipples to her tummy, until a long cord of come drips down from your cockhead, draping itself over her right tit. Then she touches it with a fingertip or two as your chest gulps air slowly and a light burn builds in your legs from your half-crouch.

"Crazy," she says. "I'm soaked, totally.. ''soaked''." She runs her fingers in the crease under her breast, meets your eyes.

Something about how she says ''soaked'' causes a light to go on. You reach a hand between her legs. Lanie's skirt is pushed up from sliding on the floor, and the southern border of her map of Tasmania just peeks below the hem. Your fingers slide over her wet meat, fish along her lips, sift between them. Lanie groans through her lasciviously loosened mouth. Her cunt is as heavy as mercury. You dip all four fingers in as Lanie starts to squirm and grabs your cock, hanging like sweet pudding, getting that string of come on her arm. Your hand moves rapidly in and out, slick as graphite, digits shoving in and your thumb caressing her clit. Lanie tries pumping you but you're a bit too soft and sticky and then her eyes meet yours again, helplessly, and her hips tremble violently and she loses it, she starts to fucking squirt all over your hand! She keens high and bright in her throat, and sinks, tugging spasmodically.

Your hand and arm are drenched. Lanie's thighs squeeze you. You look at where your hand plunges into her nethers. The top of her skirt is squished across her belly, near your dripping come. Her wet tits are sliding from either side of her chest. Her heavy black braid draped over one shoulder and trailing back under her arm. The smell, the flop of her.

What you really want is nakedness. Nothing between you. Remove these conceited shreds, you and Lanie utterly bare, your bodies touching up and down, and right here in the copy room to fuck like fucking was meant, like proper animals, the sweat running and the glaze descending into every pore. Your hair black with wet. Tangled in Lanie's wet ass-length braid, the braid come loose and tying around your thighs as you ''fuck, fuck'', as you spelunk in her cave, across eons, seeking the weeping, milky trickles that form the stalagmites and stalactites, your fucking as hard and deliberate as geological time. You will monopolize, expropriate this goddam copy room until stone dissolves or your balls run out of come. There will be a line to use it extending for miles down the avenue while Lanie nails her pussy down on your fat cock for the countlessth time, as the infinite cycle of her come dribbles out around your prick and over your hips, as the comegrunts splur from the cave of her mouth, drip down on your tongue straining for hers..

Or, you could let Lanie finish her work. That too is an option.

Do you:
* [[Get completely naked and wet with Lanie and lose your mind]]!
* [[Let Lanie finish her copying]].

{{SexRompStatus|Location=''[[Your Office]]''|Health=Horny|MP=0|Level=1}}
[[Category: Smutty Sex Romp]]

Baste Lanie's boobs

2011-01-22T03:01:44Z

Pshawerky:

You withdraw your twitching thighs from Lanie's face. Your expression tells her everything. "Oh oh, here it comes," she says. Her voice is thick and rough.

You push her shoulder so she goes down on her bottom, her legs stretching forward between your legs, and you drop to one knee, straddling them. You scoot more forward, pushing her down so that she's almost on her back and her legs are behind you. Lanie's tits seem to float as she sinks down, and seeing you aim your cock at them, she arches them up at you; and then, your groan coming harsh and dry in your throat, you splatter Lanie's chest with semen.

It goes on for a minute. Your ragged breathing settles slowly. Lanie leaves the milksop where it falls, stickily dripping down between her tits, or over her fat nipples to her tummy, until a long cord of come drips down from your cockhead, draping itself over her right tit. Then she touches it with a fingertip or two as your chest gulps air slowly and a light burn builds in your legs from your half-crouch.

"Crazy," she says. "I'm soaked, totally.. ''soaked''." She runs her fingers in the crease under her breast, meets your eyes.

Something about how she says ''soaked'' causes a light to go on. You reach a hand between her legs. Lanie's skirt is pushed up from sliding on the floor, and the southern border of her map of Tasmania just peeks below the hem. Your fingers slide over her wet meat, fish along her lips, sift between them. Lanie groans through her lasciviously loosened mouth. Her cunt is as heavy as mercury. You dip all four fingers in as Lanie starts to squirm and grabs your cock, hanging like sweet pudding, getting that string of come on her arm. Your hand moves rapidly in and out, slick as graphite, digits shoving in and your thumb caressing her clit. Lanie tries pumping you but you're a bit too soft and sticky and then her eyes meet yours again, helplessly, and her hips tremble violently and she loses it, she starts to fucking squirt all over your hand! She keens high and bright in her throat, and sinks, tugging spasmodically.

Your hand and arm are drenched. Lanie's thighs squeeze you. You look at where your hand plunges into her nethers. The top of her skirt is squished across her belly, near your dripping come. Her wet tits are sliding from either side of her chest. Her heavy black braid draped over one shoulder and trailing back under her arm. The smell, the flop of her.

What you really want is nakedness. Nothing between you. Remove these conceited shreds, you and Lanie utterly bare, your bodies touching up and down, and right here in the copy room to fuck like fucking was meant, like proper animals, the sweat running and the glaze descending into every pore. Your hair black with wet. Tangled in Lanie's wet ass-length braid, the braid come loose and tying around your thighs as you ''fuck, fuck'', as you spelunk in her cave, across eons, seeking the weeping, milky trickles that form the stalagmites and stalactites, your fucking as hard and deliberate as geological time. You will monopolize, expropriate this goddam copy room until stone dissolves or your balls run out of come. There will be a line to use it extending for miles down the avenue while Lanie nails her pussy down on your fat cock for the countlessth time, as the infinite cycle of her come dribbles out around your prick and over your hips, as the comegrunts splur from the cave of her mouth, drip down on your tongue straining for hers..

Or, you could let Lanie finish her work. That too is an option.

Do you:
* [[Get completely naked and wet with Lanie and lose your mind]]!
* [[Let Lanie finish her copying]].

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Baste Lanie's boobs

2011-01-22T02:58:30Z

Pshawerky:

You withdraw your twitching thighs from Lanie's face. Your expression tells her everything. "Oh oh, here it comes," she says. Her voice is thick and rough.

You push her shoulder so she goes down on her bottom, her legs stretching forward between your legs, and you drop to one knee, straddling them. You scoot more forward, pushing her down so that she's almost on her back and her legs are behind you. Lanie's tits sway as she sinks down, and seeing you aim your cock at them, she arches them up at you; and then, your groan coming harsh and dry in your throat, you splatter Lanie's chest with semen.

It goes on for a minute. Your ragged breathing settles slowly. Lanie leaves the milksop where it falls, stickily dripping down between her tits, or over her fat nipples to her tummy, until a long cord of come drips down from your cockhead, draping itself over her right tit. Then she touches it with a fingertip or two as your chest gulps air slowly and a light burn builds in your legs from your half-crouch.

"Crazy," she says. "I'm soaked, totally.. ''soaked''." She runs her fingers in the crease under her breast, meets your eyes.

Something about how she says ''soaked'' causes a light to go on. You reach a hand between her legs. Lanie's skirt is pushed up from sliding on the floor, and the southern border of her map of Tasmania just peeks below the hem. Your fingers slide over her wet meat, fish along her lips, sift between them. Lanie groans through her lasciviously loosened mouth. Her cunt is as heavy as mercury. You dip all four fingers in as Lanie starts to squirm and grabs your cock, hanging like sweet pudding, getting that string of come on her arm. Your hand moves rapidly in and out, slick as graphite, digits shoving in and your thumb caressing her clit. Lanie tries pumping you but you're a bit too soft and sticky and then her eyes meet yours again, helplessly, and her hips tremble violently and she loses it, she starts to fucking squirt all over your hand! She keens high and bright in her throat, and sinks, tugging spasmodically.

Your hand and arm are drenched. Lanie's thighs squeeze you. You look at where your hand plunges into her nethers. The top of her skirt is squished across her belly, near your dripping come. Her wet tits are sliding from either side of her chest. Her heavy black braid draped over one shoulder and trailing back under her arm. The smell, the flop of her.

What you really want is nakedness. Nothing between you. Remove these conceited shreds, you and Lanie utterly bare, your bodies touching up and down, and right here in the copy room to fuck like fucking was meant, like proper animals, the sweat running and the glaze descending into every pore. Your hair black with wet. Tangled in Lanie's wet ass-length braid, the braid come loose and tying around your thighs as you ''fuck, fuck'', as you spelunk in her cave, across eons, seeking the weeping, milky trickles that form the stalagmites and stalactites, your fucking as hard and deliberate as geological time. You will monopolize, expropriate this goddam copy room until stone dissolves or your balls run out of come. There will be a line to use it extending for miles down the avenue while Lanie nails her pussy down on your fat cock for the countlessth time, as the infinite cycle of her come dribbles out around your prick and over your hips, as the comegrunts splur from the cave of her mouth, drip down on your tongue straining for hers..

Or, you could let Lanie finish her work. That too is an option.

Do you:
* [[Get completely naked and wet with Lanie and lose your mind]]!
* [[Let Lanie finish her copying]].

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Wait and listen to what the laughing woman tells Billy

2011-01-22T02:37:02Z

Pshawerky:

You hear the sound of phone buttons being rapidly stabbed with a fingertip. You nonchalantly edge closer to the woman's cube to eavesdrop. You are only a couple feet from the doorway to her cubicle. There's her nameplate on the cube wall: ''Risa Pimentón''. 

"Billy! Billy, it's me. Billy, you are not going to be''leeve'' what I just ''saw''." Risa Pimentón keeps her voice low and hushed. "What? No, ''I'' have something to tell ''you''. No I tell ''you'' first! Goddammit Billy, you always do this! Fuckin A! Billy? Billy!"

Risa groans with frustration, "Ooh, fucking cocksucker.." You hear the button-stabbing again. "Billy! Billydon'thanguponmeIsawaguywithhis oh fucking hell!"

You are starting to find this amusing. Now, when you are amused, you have this thing where you always brush your cock with your hand. It's something of a poker tell. You're not entirely sure why -- you and your therapist haven't really gotten around to that little peccadillo'''*''' -- all you know is that you like to make sure the old Jacques Pepin is well-seated before you have a good laugh. Maybe because you get hard when you guffaw? Hm.

So you stifle a snicker and brush you hand over your crotch, and -- what do you know! Your fly is as loose as a noose and your cock is dangling in the HVAC breeze! You never put Jacques back in the kitchen after that bit of Lanie on the copier. You've been wandering blithefully (yes, ''blithefully'') through the office, completely preoccupied with telling your idea to your boss, with your cock hanging out in full view!

And, actually, a very nice view it is, in your humble opinion. Keeping down even more laughter at your discovery, you heft the danglejut in your palm. The fact is, however many times your therapist tells you it's narcissistic, giving the prickwand a nice gander simply lightens the heart. I mean, there's no mystery here; it's big, it's thick, it's rosy -- it's pretty! It's ''damn'' pretty. It's Princess Grace in a cock. It's cash in the bank. No matter how low you get, the road back to a positive outlook is only a grope away.

And with that, you think, Eh, what the fuck, I'll leave him out for a bit! Anyway, people secretly like seeing it. It's the same for everyone. Oh, they try to deny it, but you know better. A burly cock, a florid cunt, capacious teats or hips or a spacious bottom; skin of any kind; there's nothing so wholesome.

Snicker Pepper, who, you now understand, was merely amused at your loin-level indiscretion, is punching the phone buttons again. You were irritated but now you think you could like her. Maybe you should have a bit of fun with her. Or maybe you should keep listening. Hm. Or maybe you should go talk to Mishima like you wanted in the first place.

Do you:
* [[Step up and offer to speak to Billy]].
* [[Step up and massage Risa's shoulders to relax her]].
* [[Keep listening to Risa's conversation]].
* [[Forget Risa and go to Mishima's office]].

'''*''' In fact, recently the whole talking therapy thing has been kind of slowing down; it's hard for either of you to say much when your mouths are busy between each other's legs. And yet, you've been finding meetings with her so much more satisfying of late. Maybe the talking cure is over-rated.

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Wait and listen to what the laughing woman tells Billy

2011-01-22T02:33:47Z

Pshawerky:

You hear the sound of phone buttons being rapidly stabbed with a fingertip. You nonchalantly edge closer to the woman's cube to eavesdrop. You are only a couple feet from the doorway to her cubicle. There's her nameplate on the cube wall: ''Risa Pimentón''. 

"Billy! Billy, it's me. Billy, you are not going to be''leeve'' what I just ''saw''." Risa Pimentón keeps her voice low and hushed. "What? No, ''I'' have something to tell ''you''. No I tell ''you'' first! Goddammit Billy, you always do this! Fuckin A! Billy? Billy!"

Risa groans with frustration, "Ooh, fucking cocksucker.." You hear the button-stabbing again. "Billy! Billydon'thanguponmeIsawaguywithhis oh fucking hell!"

You are starting to find this amusing. Now, when you are amused, you have this thing where you always brush your cock with your hand. It's something of a poker tell. You're not entirely sure why -- you and your therapist haven't really gotten around to that little peccadillo'''*''' -- all you know is that you like to make sure the old Jacques Pepin is well-seated before you have a good laugh. Maybe because you get hard when you guffaw? Hm.

So you stifle a snicker and brush you hand over your crotch, and -- what do you know! Your fly is as loose as a noose and your cock is dangling in the HVAC breeze! You never put Jacques back in the kitchen after that bit of Lanie on the copier. You've been wandering blithefully (yes, ''blithefully'') through the office, completely preoccupied with telling your idea to your boss, with your cock hanging out in full view!

And, actually, a very nice view it is, in your humble opinion. Keeping down even more laughter at your discovery, you heft your danglejut in your palm. The fact is, however many times your therapist tells you it's narcissistic, giving the prickwand a nice gander simply lightens the heart. I mean, there's no mystery here; it's big, it's thick, it's rosy -- it's pretty! It's ''damn'' pretty. It's cash in the bank. No matter how low you get, the road back to a positive outlook is only a grope away.

And with that, you think, Eh, what the fuck, I'll leave him out for a bit! Anyway, people secretly like seeing it. It's the same for everyone. Oh, they try to deny it, but you know better. A burly cock, a florid cunt, capacious teats or hips or a spacious bottom; skin of any kind; there's nothing so wholesome.

Snicker Pepper, who, you now understand, was merely amused at your loin-level indiscretion, is punching the phone buttons again. You were irritated but now you think you could like her. Maybe you should have a bit of fun with her. Or maybe you should keep listening. Hm. Or maybe you should go talk to Mishima like you wanted in the first place.

Do you:
* [[Step up and offer to speak to Billy]].
* [[Step up and massage Risa's shoulders to relax her]].
* [[Keep listening to Risa's conversation]].
* [[Forget Risa and go to Mishima's office]].

'''*''' In fact, recently the whole talking therapy thing has been kind of slowing down; it's hard for either of you to say much when your mouths are busy between each other's legs. And yet, you've been finding meetings with her so much more satisfying of late. Maybe the talking cure is over-rated.

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Wait and listen to what the laughing woman tells Billy

2011-01-22T02:32:30Z

Pshawerky:

You hear the sound of phone buttons being rapidly stabbed with a fingertip. You nonchalantly edge closer to the woman's cube to eavesdrop. You are only a couple feet from the doorway to her cubicle. There's her nameplate on the cube wall: ''Risa Pimentón''. 

"Billy! Billy, it's me. Billy, you are not going to be''leeve'' what I just ''saw''." Risa Pimentón keeps her voice low and hushed. "What? No, ''I'' have something to tell ''you''. No I tell ''you'' first! Goddammit Billy, you always do this! Fuckin A! Billy? Billy!"

Risa groans with frustration, "Ooh, fucking cocksucker.." You hear the button-stabbing again. "Billy! Billydon'thanguponmeIsawaguywithhis oh fucking hell!"

You are starting to find this amusing. Now, when you are amused, you have this thing where you always brush your cock with your hand. It's something of a poker tell. You're not entirely sure why -- you and your therapist haven't really gotten around to that little peccadillo'''*''' -- all you know is that you like to make sure the old Jacques Pepin is well-seated before you have a good laugh. Maybe because you get hard when you guffaw? Hm.

So you stifle a snicker and brush you hand over your crotch, and -- what do you know! Your fly is as loose as a noose and your cock is dangling in the HVAC breeze! You never put Jacques back in the kitchen after that bit of Lanie on the copier. You've been wandering blithefully (yes, ''blithefully'') through the office, completely preoccupied with telling your idea to your boss, with your cock hanging out in full view!

And, actually, a very nice view it is, in your humble opinion. Keeping down even more laughter at your discovery, you heft your danglejut in your palm. The fact is, however many times your therapist tells you it's narcissistic, giving the prickwand a nice gander simply lightens the heart. I mean, there's no mystery here; it's big, it's thick, it's rosy -- it's pretty! It's ''damn'' pretty. It's cash in the bank. No matter how low you get, the road back to a positive outlook is only a grope away.

And with that, you think, Eh, what the fuck, I'll leave him out for a bit! Anyway, people secretly like seeing it. It's the same for everyone. Oh, they try to deny it, but you know better. A burly cock, a florid cunt, capacious teats or hips or a spacious bottom; skin of any kind; there's nothing so wholesome.

Snicker Pepper, who, you now understand, was merely amused at your loin-level indiscretion, is punching the phone buttons again. You were irritated but now you think you could like her. Maybe you should have a bit of fun with her. Or maybe you should keep listening. Hm. Or maybe you should go talk to Mishima like you wanted in the first place.

Do you:
* [[Step up and offer to speak to Billy]].
* [[Step up and massage Risa's shoulders to relax her]].
* [[Keep listening to Risa's conversation]].
* [[Forget Risa and go to Mishima's office]].

'''*''' In fact, recently the whole talking therapy thing has been kind of slowing down; it's hard for either of you to say much when your mouths are busy between each other's legs. And yet, you've been finding meetings with her so much more satisfying of late. Maybe the talking is over-rated.

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Wait and listen to what the laughing woman tells Billy

2011-01-22T02:31:07Z

Pshawerky:

You hear the sound of phone buttons being rapidly stabbed with a fingertip. You nonchalantly edge closer to the woman's cube to eavesdrop. You are only a couple feet from the doorway to her cubicle. There's her nameplate on the cube wall: ''Risa Pimentón''. 

"Billy! Billy, it's me. Billy, you are not going to be''leeve'' what I just ''saw''." Risa Pimentón keeps her voice low and hushed. "What? No, ''I'' have something to tell ''you''. No I tell ''you'' first! Goddammit Billy, you always do this! Fuckin A! Billy? Billy!"

Risa groans with frustration, "Ooh, fucking cocksucker.." You hear the button-stabbing again. "Billy! Billydon'thanguponmeIsawaguywithhis oh fucking hell!"

You are starting to find this amusing. Now, when you are amused, you have this thing where you always brush your cock with your hand. It's something of a poker tell. You're not entirely sure why -- you and your therapist haven't really gotten around to that little peccadillo'''*''' -- all you know is that you like to make sure the old Jacques Pepin is well-seated before you have a good laugh. Maybe because you get hard when you guffaw? Hm.

So you stifle a snicker and brush you hand over your crotch, and -- what do you know! Your fly is as loose as a noose and your cock is dangling in the HVAC breeze! You never put Jacques back in the kitchen after that bit of Lanie on the copier. You've been wandering blithefully (yes, ''blithefully'') through the office, completely preoccupied with telling your idea to your boss, with your cock hanging out in full view!

And, actually, a very nice view it is, in your humble opinion. Keeping down even more laughter at your discovery, you heft your danglejut in your palm. The fact is, however many times your therapist tells you it's narcissistic, giving the prickwand a nice gander simply lightens the heart. I mean, there's no mystery here; it's big, it's thick, it's rosy -- it's pretty! It's ''damn'' pretty. It's cash in the bank. No matter how low you get, the road back to a positive outlook is only a grope away.

And with that thought, you think, Eh, what the fuck, I'll leave him out for a bit! Anyway, people secretly like seeing it. It's the same for everyone. Oh, they try to deny it, but you know better. A burly cock, a florid cunt, capacious teats or hips or a spacious bottom; skin of any kind; there's nothing so wholesome.

Snicker Pepper, who, you now understand, was merely amused at your loin-level indiscretion, is punching the phone buttons again. You were irritated but now you think you could like her. Maybe you should have a bit of fun with her. Or maybe you should keep listening. Hm. Or maybe you should go talk to Mishima like you wanted in the first place.

Do you:
* [[Step up and offer to speak to Billy]].
* [[Step up and massage Risa's shoulders to relax her]].
* [[Keep listening to Risa's conversation]].
* [[Forget Risa and go to Mishima's office]].

'''*''' In fact, recently the whole talking therapy thing has been kind of slowing down; it's hard for either of you to say much when your mouths are busy between each other's legs. And yet, you've been finding meetings with her so much more satisfying of late. Maybe the talking is over-rated.

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Wait and listen to what the laughing woman tells Billy

2011-01-22T02:30:24Z

Pshawerky:

You hear the sound of phone buttons being rapidly stabbed with a fingertip. You nonchalantly edge closer to the woman's cube to eavesdrop. You are only a couple feet from the doorway to her cubicle. There's her nameplate on the cube wall: ''Risa Pimentón''. 

"Billy! Billy, it's me. Billy, you are not going to be''leeve'' what I just ''saw''." Risa Pimentón keeps her voice low and hushed. "What? No, ''I'' have something to tell ''you''. No I tell ''you'' first! Goddammit Billy, you always do this! Fuckin A! Billy? Billy!"

Risa groans with frustration, "Ooh, fucking cocksucker.." You hear the button-stabbing again. "Billy! Billydon'thanguponmeIsawaguywithhis oh fucking hell!"

You are starting to find this amusing. Now, when you are amused, you have this thing where you always brush your cock with your hand. It's something of a poker tell. You're not entirely sure why -- you and your therapist haven't really gotten around to that little peccadillo'''*''' -- all you know is that you like to make sure the old Jacques Pepin is well-seated before you have a good laugh. Maybe because you get hard when you guffaw? Hm.

So you stifle a snicker and brush you hand over your crotch, and -- what do you know! Your fly is as loose as a noose and your cock is dangling in the HVAC breeze! You never put Jacques back in the kitchen after that bit of Lanie on the copier. You've been wandering through the office, completely preoccupied with telling your idea to your boss, with your cock hanging out in full view!

And, actually, a very nice view it is, in your humble opinion. Keeping down even more laughter at your discovery, you heft your danglejut in your palm. The fact is, however many times your therapist tells you it's narcissistic, giving the prickwand a nice gander simply lightens the heart. I mean, there's no mystery here; it's big, it's thick, it's rosy -- it's pretty! It's ''damn'' pretty. It's cash in the bank. No matter how low you get, the road back to a positive outlook is only a grope away.

And with that thought, you think, Eh, what the fuck, I'll leave him out for a bit! Anyway, people secretly like seeing it. It's the same for everyone. Oh, they try to deny it, but you know better. A burly cock, a florid cunt, capacious teats or hips or a spacious bottom; skin of any kind; there's nothing so wholesome.

Snicker Pepper, who, you now understand, was merely amused at your loin-level indiscretion, is punching the phone buttons again. You were irritated but now you think you could like her. Maybe you should have a bit of fun with her. Or maybe you should keep listening. Hm. Or maybe you should go talk to Mishima like you wanted in the first place.

Do you:
* [[Step up and offer to speak to Billy]].
* [[Step up and massage Risa's shoulders to relax her]].
* [[Keep listening to Risa's conversation]].
* [[Forget Risa and go to Mishima's office]].

'''*''' In fact, recently the whole talking therapy thing has been kind of slowing down; it's hard for either of you to say much when your mouths are busy between each other's legs. And yet, you've been finding meetings with her so much more satisfying of late. Maybe the talking is over-rated.

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[[Category: Smutty Sex Romp]]

Wait and listen to what the laughing woman tells Billy

2011-01-22T02:29:29Z

Pshawerky:

You hear the sound of phone buttons being rapidly stabbed with a fingertip. You nonchalantly edge closer to the woman's cube to eavesdrop. You are only a couple feet from the doorway to her cubicle. There's her nameplate on the cube wall: ''Risa Pimentón''. 

"Billy! Billy, it's me. Billy, you are not going to be''leeve'' what I just ''saw''." Risa Pimentón keeps her voice low and hushed. "What? No, ''I'' have something to tell ''you''. No I tell ''you'' first! Goddammit Billy, you always do this! Fuckin A! Billy? Billy!"

Risa groans with frustration, "Ooh, fucking cocksucker.." You hear the button-stabbing again. "Billy! Billydon'thanguponmeIsawaguywithhis oh fucking hell!"

You are starting to find this amusing. Now, when you are amused, you have this thing where you always brush your cock with your hand. It's something of a poker tell. You're not entirely sure why -- you and your therapist haven't really gotten around to that little peccadillo'''*''' -- all you know is that you like to make sure the old Jacques Pepin is well-seated before you have a good laugh. Maybe because you get hard when you guffaw? Hm.

So you stifle a snicker and brush you hand over your crotch, and -- what do you know! Your fly is as loose as a noose and your cock is dangling in the HVAC breeze! You never put Jacques back in the kitchen after that bit of Lanie on the copier. You've been wandering through the office, completely preoccupied with telling your idea to your boss, with your cock hanging out in full view! And, actually, a very nice view it is, in your humble opinion. Keeping down even more laughter at your discovery, you heft your danglejut in your palm. The fact is, however many times your therapist tells you it's narcissistic, giving the prickwand a nice gander simply lightens the heart. I mean, there's no mystery here; it's big, it's thick, it's rosy -- it's pretty! It's ''damn'' pretty. It's cash in the bank. No matter how low you get, the road back to a positive outlook is only a grope away.

And with that thought, you think, Eh, what the fuck, I'll leave him out for a bit! Anyway, people secretly like seeing it. It's the same for everyone. Oh, they try to deny it, but you know better. A burly cock, a florid cunt, capacious teats or hips or a spacious bottom; skin of any kind; there's nothing so wholesome.

Snicker Pepper, who, you now understand, was merely amused at your loin-level indiscretion, is punching the phone buttons again. You were irritated but now you think you could like her. Maybe you should have a bit of fun with her. Or maybe you should keep listening. Hm. Or maybe you should go talk to Mishima like you wanted in the first place.

Do you:
* [[Step up and offer to speak to Billy]].
* [[Step up and massage Risa's shoulders to relax her]].
* [[Keep listening to Risa's conversation]].
* [[Forget Risa and go to Mishima's office]].

'''*''' In fact, recently the whole talking therapy thing has been kind of slowing down; it's hard for either of you to say much when your mouths are busy between each other's legs. And yet, you've been finding meetings with her so much more satisfying of late. Maybe the talking is over-rated.

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Wait and listen to what the laughing woman tells Billy

2011-01-22T02:27:18Z

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You hear the sound of phone buttons being rapidly stabbed with a fingertip. You nonchalantly edge closer to the woman's cube to eavesdrop. You are only a couple feet from the doorway to her cubicle. There's her nameplate on the cube wall: ''Risa Pimentón''. 

"Billy! Billy, it's me. Billy, you are not going to be''leeve'' what I just ''saw''." Risa Pimentón keeps her voice low and hushed. "What? No, ''I'' have something to tell ''you''. No I tell ''you'' first! Goddammit Billy, you always do this! Fuckin A! Billy? Billy!"

Risa groans with frustration, "Ooh, fucking cocksucker.." You hear the button-stabbing again. "Billy! Billydon'thanguponmeIsawaguywithhis oh fucking hell!"

You are starting to find this amusing. Now, when you are amused, you have this thing where you always brush your cock with your hand. It's something of a poker tell. You're not entirely sure why -- you and your therapist haven't really gotten around to that little peccadillo'''*''' -- all you know is that you like to make sure the old Jacques Pepin is well-seated before you have a good laugh. Maybe because you get hard when you guffaw? Hm.

So you stifle a snicker and brush you hand over your crotch, and -- what do you know! Your cock is dangling in the HVAC breeze! You never put Jacques back in the kitchen after that bit of Lanie on the copier. You've been wandering through the office, completely preoccupied with telling your idea to your boss, with your cock hanging out in full view! And, actually, a very nice view it is, in your humble opinion. Keeping down even more laughter at your discovery, you heft your danglejut in your palm. The fact is, however many times your therapist tells you it's narcissistic, giving the prickwand a nice gander simply lightens the heart. I mean, there's no mystery here; it's big, it's thick, it's rosy -- it's pretty! It's ''damn'' pretty. It's cash in the bank. No matter how low you get, the road back to a positive outlook is only a grope away.

And with that thought, you think, Eh, what the fuck, I'll leave him out for a bit! Anyway, people secretly like seeing it. It's the same for everyone. Oh, they try to deny it, but you know better. A burly cock, a florid cunt, capacious teats or hips or a spacious bottom; skin of any kind; there's nothing so wholesome.

Snicker Pepper, who, you now understand, was merely amused at your loin-level indiscretion, is punching the phone buttons again. You were irritated but now you think you could like her. Maybe you should have a bit of fun with her. Or maybe you should keep listening. Hm. Or maybe you should go talk to Mishima like you wanted in the first place.

Do you:
* [[Step up and offer to speak to Billy]].
* [[Step up and massage Risa's shoulders to relax her]].
* [[Keep listening to Risa's conversation]].
* [[Forget Risa and go to Mishima's office]].

'''*''' In fact, recently the whole talking therapy thing has been kind of slowing down; it's hard for either of you to say much when your mouths are busy between each other's legs. And yet, you've been finding meetings with her so much more satisfying of late. Maybe the talking is over-rated.

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[[Category: Smutty Sex Romp]]

Ask the woman what the fuck is so funny

2011-01-22T01:34:49Z

Pshawerky:

You stride after the woman as she goes into a cubicle, her shoulders still shivering from suppressed humor. As you near the cubicle, you hear her talking to herself. "Oh, ''man''," she is saying. "Just when I thought this place couldn't get any better.. Billy has ''got'' to hear about this."

You hear the sound of her picking up her phone.

Do you:
* [[Wait and listen to what the laughing woman tells Billy]].
* [[Confront the laughing woman immediately about what's so damn funny]]!
* [[Ignore the woman and proceed to Mishima's office]].

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