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 ï>¿Now You See Me bycunninglylinguisterÂ(C)

   Now You See Me Pt.  05

   "God, that feels good!  I have to warn you that I have a very wet orgasm
and your floor will get soaked if you keep going like that sir." I said in
bursts and through moans of pleasure.

   He came up for air for a second and for long enough to say, "That's what
a mop is for, would it be inappropriate to ask you to sit on my face so I
can better stimulate you?"

   "God yes...  I mean no it's not inappropriate, well maybe it is, but I
want you to tongue fuck both of my holes until I drown you in my cum!"

   His faux-professional demeanor finally dropped as he pulled back and lay
down behind me.

   "Oh fuck, I cannot wait to taste all of your juices.  You are so fucking
hot and I want to bury my face in your pussy and lick your ass till you
burst!"

   I don't think he expected what happened next, it wasn't the smartest
move on my part, I didn't even know his name but it only seemed fair that
if I was going to let him lick me to completion that I go ahead and help
him out too.  He expected me to back up and lower my pussy over his waiting
mouth.  But instead I turned around and pulled off my shirt and bra and
threw them aside, leaving my skirt bunched around my waist.  Then I
straddled his face in a 69 position and leaned down and pulled his aching
cock into my mouth even as his lips latched around my clit.  We both cried
out in pleasure at the same time and I could tell it would not be long for
either of us.

   I bucked my hips in wide arcs, sliding my pussy around to my puckered
asshole over his erect and eager tongue, fucking his face with everything I
had.  I could feel the pressure building inside of me and I knew this was
going to be a big one.  At the same time the veins on his cock were
standing out and I could feel the head swelling with each pulse of his
coming orgasm and I was sure he had seconds left before he spent himself
inside of my mouth.

   That is when the door chime sounded as someone entered the store.  We
were at the back and not immediately visible from the door but we were
definitely audible.  The knowledge of another person being in the room sent
me into the stratosphere and I bucked and sucked harder than ever.  I don't
know how the store keeper felt about being watched but I could guess how he
felt about the increased suction on his cock.  He moaned again into the
depths of my pussy and grabbed my hips and pulled me firmly unto his mouth,
his tongue penetrating deep into my pussy.  I tried to buck but he held me
firm and I was a little frustrated as I wanted to cum while having both of
my holes stimulated.  That is when he let go with one hand and suddenly I
felt the cold pressure of the butt plug forcing its way into my ass.

   I let go of his dick in surprise and lifted up, the shock once again
fading rapidly into extreme pleasure.  He didn't go slowly, but he didn't
slam it in there either.  He applied firm pressure and as I felt the rush
of my orgasm overtaking me I released the tension in my asshole and felt
the plug slide home and my asshole seal around the lip.  I opened my eyes
for a moment and saw a middle aged lady in business wear and a wide eyed
expression on her face staring at us at the end of the aisle.  It was too
much.  I bucked as hard as a could against the shop keepers mouth as my
entire body spasmed.  I grabbed both of my tits and squeezed my nipples
hard as a river of cum poured out of me and directly down the shop keepers
throat.  He gulped greedily and I screamed in pleasure and my legs began to
shake uncontrollably.  Another wave of cum poured out of me and it was too
much for him to take, it spilled out of his mouth and I felt my thighs
become soaked in my warm wetness.

   I leaned forward as all of my muscles relaxed at once and sucked his
cock back into my mouth as I collapsed unto his stomach.  He spluttered and
picked his head up and enjoyed the view as I sucked his cock as hard as he
had sucked my pussy.  It only took a moment for him to cum, his cock
twitching violently in my mouth as his hot cum slammed into the back of my
throat.  I gulped it down as he had gulped my cum down and he leaned
forward and flicked my clit with the tip of his tongue as he came.  I was
incredibly sensitive but he was gentle and another micro orgasm pulsed
through me sending one final trickle out of my pussy and all over his work
shirt, joining the small lake that had grown beneath us.

   I let his fading erection fall from my mouth and sighed deeply.  Feeling
the pleasant fullness of the butt plug inside of me and deciding that he
was right, I really did like it there.  I looked up at our spectator and
saw a woman with her eyes closed tight, her own skirt hiked up above her
waist, panties pulled to the side and her other hand furiously working her
exposed pussy.  It was incredibly sexy and I twitched again as she
climaxed. Enjoying the view of her very nice pussy.  I rolled off the
storekeeper and began gathering my clothes.  My skirt was fairly dry but my
panties lay in the middle of the puddle I'd created and the corner of my
shirt was a little damp.  I didn't have time to stop by my house before
going to work but that was OK.  I didn't need the panties and the shirt
would dry quickly, leaving only the scent of my sex behind and that was a
perfume I hope would work on Michael.



   Now You See Me Pt.  06

   Rachel finally works up the nerve to take Michael.

   I am a hot mess.  I started my last entry into this form of journal
right here, in my car, about to walk into work.  I'm still here, about to
do this thing for real.  I have no idea where it's going to take me. 
There's a real chance it will take me straight to the unemployment office,
or, oh god, could I be accused of sexual harassment?  I mean, I plan to
somehow flash what amounts to one of my bosses my ass with a plug stuffed
in it?  I think that will qualify as harassment easily.

   But Jesus help me the threat of consequences barely registers with the
monster.  It's a trifling detail, a problem for later.  Right now my legs
are still a little slick from the fountain that erupted from me back at the
toy shop.  The butt plug is seated deep inside of me and the tail is curled
up against my dripping pussy, moistening the faux fir and tickling my lips
every time I shift.  My nipples are diamonds pressing against my bra so
tight that they are visible through my shirt.  And, finally, my shirt has
dried a little, you can't tell it's wet by looking anyway, but it is damp
against my shoulder and I can clearly smell the aroma of my arousal rising
off it.  I am basically wearing lady cum perfume, a new sent by Este
Lauder.

   Enough!  It's time to fuck or get out of bed.  One last look in the rear
view, my makeup is ok at least.  My lipstick had to be fixed after sucking
the shop keepers dick into oblivion, but that's all restored now.  You
almost couldn't tell that I'm riding the edge of another raging orgasm by
my face.  Now my bright red, flushed chest and neck and heaving breasts at
my quickened breathing might give me away though.

   Car off, keys in purse, door open.  One step at a i time I go through
the motions, not allowing myself to think beyond the next moment, the next
action.  Not thinking of where this is leading, just following the pulsing
in my stomach that is radiating up and down, keeping time between my heart
and my aching vagina.  Michael is in this building and soon...  NO!  Don't
think, open the door, step inside, say hi to the receptionist, Michael is
standing there.

   SHIT!  MICHAEL IS STANDING RIGHT THERE!

   "Hey everyone, good afternoon." By some miracle I sound ok, it's going
to be ok, I can do this.

   "Hey there Rach!  Great to see you, you're looking chipper today. 
There's something different, did you get your hair done?"

   "Oh, uhhh no, I just...  combed it different." Jeez, that was lame, just
dumb sounding.  But what am I supposed to say, 'no, Michael, I just had my
pussy and asshole tongue fucked back to the Stone Age about an hour ago and
I think it gave me a nice natural glow, don't you?'

   "It looks great on you!"

   I freeze, for a second I cannot tell if I said the glowing thing out
loud.  It sounds like he was answering that question.  Then I rewind the
inner tape and realize that his response is correct for my inner and outer
voice.  Deep breaths, nipples flaring with the sensation, I'm so wet my
lips feel like they have been coated in Vaseline.

   "Rachel, are you ok?  You look flush and a little pale all of the
sudden?"

   Oh God!  It's the wedding all over again, will I end up exploding all
over Michael's chest while he spends himself between my legs on a floor
somewhere like I did with Jimmy?  Just like that day I felt a trickle
escape my lips and start rolling down my thigh.  Maybe the panties, even
soaking wet as they were would have been a good idea.  They could have
stopped some of the leaking.

   "Oh, no, I'm fine.  Just stood up to fast getting out of the car I
think. I'll sit down for a second when I get back there." I stammer a
little getting through this explanation, my thoughts are slipping.

   I turn and head for the door that leads to the exam rooms and the
employee lounge before it's gets worse.

   "Oh wow, that's really neat.  Is the tail sewn right into the dress? 
It's so perfect for working at a vet!"

   Fuck, me!  He wasn't supposed to see it yet!  I was supposed to find a
way to let him get a peek and no one else.  What was happening, my skirt
should cover it, it was just shorter than the hem!  I reach back and check
and the skirt is bunched up around the tail, the fuzziness of the tail
causing static and the fabric has clung to it.  It's not all the way up. 
My bare ass with tail protruding is not on display, just an inch or so of
the tail.  I grab the skirt and pull it down, yanking the tail in the
process and the pressure on my puckered ass is electric.  I need to cover,
I need to do something, the silence is stretching and becoming so awkward!

   I drop my keys, letting them slip on purpose, trying to make it look
like an accident.  As I bend over to pick them up I try to think of
something to say.

   "Oh, yeah...  it's uh, kind of childish I guess, but I love dogs..."

   And then I remember that I chose this skirt because of how far it rides
up when I bend over.  I'm halfway down, I can feel my thighs on full
display, the bottom of my perky round butt cheeks getting hit with cold
air. I have to bail out, crouch for the keys, this is going to too fast!  I
am not in charge here.  I twist my hips to make sure my back is fully
facing Michael and complete the bend.  I don't think the receptionist can
see what's happening over her desk since she's sitting down but I don't
really care if she can.  My skirt rises all the way to just below where the
tail is penetrating me, it could still be sewn into the skirt...  maybe,
but not at all likely.  I know Michael is staring at the show I'm putting
on, I can hear the deep breaths he's taking back there.  A trickle escapes
my pussy this time and runs a rivulet down my right thigh, moving quickly
and before I stand back up it's made its way to my ankle.  It's thicker
than usual, and I know if I dipped my finger into it it would come away in
a clear glistening strand.

   Suddenly, I am not fumbling or shy anymore.  The transition is complete,
I have been booted from the drivers seat of my consciousness and I am once
more an observer, watching from the outside.

   "So sorry, my head must still be clearing, I'm all butter fingers." I
say as I slowly straighten back up, letting my skirt act as a curtain
slowly closing on what has just been put on display.  "I guess I should
slow down a little and let myself catch up.  Anyway, I like tails, don't
you?  They're so...  expressive!"

   As I say the last I flick my hip as if to swish my tail, more like a cat
than a dog.  Michael's eyes go wide and he actually licks his lips.  I look
down at his crotch without shame and there is no mistaking what he thinks
about all this.  Or at least what one part of him thinks of all this.  I'm
glad to see my punch hasn't caused any permanent damage that I can see.

   "Well, I need to get into my scrubs, I only have 20 minutes till I need
to clock in.  See you back there?"

   I turn what should be a statement into a question, hoping it's heard as
the invitation I mean it to be and head back toward the employee lounge and
the small bathroom with a bank of lockers.  I cannot believe I have gone
headfirst into this with checking the depth of the water, or if there even
IS water.  I had thought to tease him over the course of the afternoon, see
what could happen if we were the last two here maybe.  But I had just
invited him to come watch me change right now, in the 20 minutes before my
shift!

   I refused to look behind me to see if he was gaping or following through
the receptionist window.  He either was going to take the bait or he was a
good boy and this probably wasn't going to happen.  Just as I put my hand
on the door to enter the lounge I hear the outer office door open and close
and a second later:

   "Rachel, wait up a second."

   My heart skips several beats.  I can't tell anything from the tone of
his voice.  He could be coming to scold me for my actions, fire me even. 
He doesn't have to be chasing me to gaze on my flushed breasts and slick
pussy while I changed.

   I turn to him with as much innocence as I can muster.  The opposite of
the look I was giving him 30 seconds ago.

   "Yeah, Michael, what's up?"

   "Oh no, sorry, don't let me hold you up, I know you've got to change, I
can talk while you do...  er I mean through the door of course."

   He's actually blushing!  His cheeks fire engine read and there is a bead
of sweat on his forehead.

   "Oh, yeah.  That's fine."

   I stride into the break room and over to the bathroom.  Setting my purse
on the table with my keys and reaching for the top button of my blouse and
undoing it as I continued on to the restroom.  As I undo the second one,
the one directly in front of my breasts I spin to face him, all innocence
again as if this was the most natural thing in the world.

   "What's up?"

   I make sure my bra is visible between my fingers for a beat and then
continue into the restroom and close the door.

   "Oh, yeah...  I um, I ...  damn it I forgot what I was going to ask
you."

   He is so cute, he is stuttering and stammering, I have him in the palm
of my hand.  I finish undoing my blouse quickly, pulling it off as fast as
I can and then my bra, dropping both on the floor in clear view of the door
as I opened it.  Standing behind it and leaning around, not showing myself
but making sure he knows my breasts were exposed.

   "I'm sorry, this door is so thick.  I couldn't hear you.  Say again and
I'll leave it cracked."

   I let the door close to a few inches shy of the frame and step back into
the middle of the bathroom.  Grabbing my breasts and squeezing hard, my
nipples little pebbles pressing hard into my palms.  I want him in here
with me, I want to rip his cock from his pants and take it into my mouth. A
small whimper escapes me.

   "Everything ok Rach?"

   Oh, right, we're still pretending he's not hoping I'll invite him in to
fuck me and that he has some business to discuss with me.  A part time
intern, with minimal knowledge of anything.

   "Sorry, yeah I'm fine I just stepped on something sharp."

   I pull my shoes off quickly and then, after a tiny pause I reach back
and unzip my skirt.  Pushing it to the ground and kicking it by my shirt
and bra which are still visible through the crack.  I know he's looking
through that crack, straining and hoping for a glimpse of my young supple
flesh.  Wondering what my tits look like, imagining my pussy, am I clean
shaven?  And where is that tail coming from?

   I decide to solve one riddle for him.  The lockers are on the wall next
to my growing pile of clothes and it's almost feasible that I would pass in
front of that crack with a real purpose.  I step over and open my locker
with my back to the door, flicking the handle on my way by to cause it to
open an inch or so more.  Now my back is on full display.  The tail
blooming from my ass and trailing down my thighs.  Swaying as I make like
I'm searching my locker.  I hear Michael gasp and my whole body smiles. 
Another thought.

   "Shit, my scrubs aren't in here, they're out there, in the cabinet, I
forgot I dirtied my last pair the other day."

   Without worming I turn and open the door the rest of the way.  I catch
him staring, mouth open, eyes wide as a full moon and hand caressing his
cock through his pants.  I let him take all of me in, his eyes unable to
look away though it's obvious he's at war with himself, knowing he should
be turning away and apologizing.  Just when it looks like he's going to
lose the battle and let decorum win I reach out and place my hand over his
on his bulging penis and look deep into his eyes.

   "It's not part of the dress Michael, I got it for you.  Do you want to
see where it goes?"

   Shock lasts only a second and barely registers, glancing off the surface
of the intense desire that has taken him over.

   "Oh my god, yes..."

   His voice is a whisper, breathy and urgent.

   I pull on his hand and to my despair he releases his member and lets me
lead him into the restroom.  I close the door but do not lock it.  I don't
want to lose my job so taking him on the break room table is out of the
question, but the idea of someone being able to walk in on two consenting
adults is good enough for now.  I let go of his hand and holding his gaze I
turn halfway around and arch my back and thrust my ass out.  Causing the
tail to flick out.  Then I swing my hips back and forth adding a swish to
the mix.  The feel of the whiskers sliding over the lowest part of my ass
and the backs of my thighs driving me mad.

   Keeping eye contact as long as I can I turn fully away from him,
watching his eyes fall to my gyrating hips and the mysterious tail.  I bend
from the waist as I did in the lobby now, placing my hands upon my ass
cheek and slowly pulling them apart as my shoulders drop.  The tail
covering his view of my pussy but knowing he would witness a river there if
he could see.

   "Grab my tail Michael"

   I almost whisper it, wanting him to wonder if he heard me clearly.

   "What?"

   He has to clear his throat and work moisture back into his mouth before
he can make his voice work.

   "Take my tail and pull on it if you want to see where it ends.  It won't
hurt I promise."

   Moving as if his hands are numb he reaches out and lets his fingers
brush the tail, his gentle caress of awe a little moving.  He then opens
his hand and presses the tail against my thigh, running his hand upward and
I know there is no way his fingertips are not registering the amount of
sticky liquid coating my inner thigh.  I shiver with my whole body and a
moan escapes my throat.  No mistaking this one for a sound of sudden pain,
this is the carnal sound of deep desire and passion.  Without words it
tells him what to do next.  Our bodies communicating on a level beyond
spoken language.

   His hand makes it to the crease just below my rounded cheek and pauses.
For a moment I think I'm going to have to whisper further encouragements
because he's getting cold feet but then I hear the sound of a zipper and
fumbling and realize his other hand is freeing his cock and bringing it out
into the open air.  I strain to look back through my legs to get a glimpse
of it, my eyes longing to devour it, to satisfy my insatiable curiosity.  I
am about to stand up and turn around to see, frustrated by my lack of a
clear view.  But as he feels me begin to rise Michael's hand slides up my
ass to the small of my back and presses me gently back down.

   He holds me there a moment, taking me all in and then both of his hands
are on my back and sliding downward.  His thumbs tracing the line of my
crack his palms warm against my goose pimpled flesh.  As they near the tail
I moan again and press my ass into his hands causing my cheeks to spread,
revealing the hilt of the plug shining dully in the meager light of the
restroom.

   "Pull on it if you want to, Michael, slide it out of me and back in
again.  Please."

   He doesn't make we wait, his right hand trails fingertips through my
crack as he approaches the tail.  As he grasps it in his hand he begins to
twist back and forth.  Just an hour ago I'd had the experience of the
insert for the first time and now the twisting is sending jolts through my
body.  The pressure agains the canal of my pussy separated by a thin
membrane is intense and a micro orgasm rocks me without warning.  My legs
begin to shake and I cry out in ecstasy, sinking a little as the strength
leaves my thigh muscles.  My pussy spasms and clenches, then opens, then
clenches again before a spray of cum shoots from me and arcs into the floor
near Michael's feet, continuing back under me as my hips buck with the
wave.

   Michael doesn't let go of the tail, his other hand slides around my
waist and under my hip to help hold me up.  It's a lopsided hold and I
begin to list the other way so he slides his hand over my flat, smooth
stomach and pulls me into him.  The bottom of his pants taking a direct hit
from the cannon of my passion.  As he pulls me into his waist to steady me
his cock slides against my left ass cheek, leaving a trail of pre cum where
the head makes contact.  I feel its warmth quickly dissipate leaving the
cool sensation of his mark upon me.  The glory of it adds to my weakness
and I collapse to all fours.  Holding my ass up as high as it will go as he
guides me to the floor by the tail.

   "Jesus Michael, I am going to cum so many times, I'm a little scared of
it.  I've dreamed of your hands on me, your tongue licking me, your cock
pressed deep inside of me.  Fuck me Michael, I'll beg if you want me to!"

   A deep guttural groan is the only reply I get.  I would never have
thought a sound of such carnal passion could come from such a gentle guy
but he is a predator stalking his prey and I am the hunted.  L

   He tightens his hold on the tail and, twisting again, begins to pull
with firm pressure.  I obviously have never experienced the sensation of
removal yet and I begin a steady moan as my asshole stretches to release
the fat part of the cone.  Stretching, stretching, feeling like it will
tear me in half but loving the sensation.  I slide my hand down to my clit
and begin working it furiously as the largest part of the shaft clears my
tight hole, more cum squirts from me as it slides suddenly out and I cannot
tell if Michael's gasp is for my squirting or the sight of my gaping
asshole.

   Either way I know he can see all of me now and I Arch my back and press
my shoulder closer to the floor.  Making certain he can see both of my
waiting holes.  Rocking gently toward him like an animal in heat.

   "My god it's beautiful." He mumbles, as if to himself.

   "Which parts are beautiful?" I ask, eager to hear it on his lips.

   His hands rest at the top of my ass and wrap themselves around me.

   "Your waist is a poem, subtle and smooth and it draws me in.  The skin
as soft as a whisper and smooth as a pond."

   His hands slide down my ass, his fingertips scraping gently, tickling,
teasing.

   "Your ass is an altar and I am a supplicant.  The swell of it takes my
breath away and fills me with desires I have never known."

   His right hand slides to my center, falling into my crack and sliding
down again.  His middle finger stopping over my butthole as the pad of his
finger presses gently against the resistance he finds there.

   "This sacred hole is a well that has swallowed me, I want to slide into
it, explore its forbidden depths, I want to taste it, slip my tongue into
you."

   Holding his right there, he slides his left hand around my waist to my
stomach as he had when he caught me.  Then he slides his hand to my wet,
aching mound from underneath.  His middle finger sliding into the folds of
my pussy while his pointer and ring finger slide along the sides of my
lips, becoming coated in my arousal, sliding so easily across the freshly
shaved skin of my lips, his palm pressing against the mound of my small
bush.  My body responds with a crazed passion.  My hips pressing against
both of his hands, alternating back and forth.  Feeling as if I would give
all of me for either to press into me and knowing I would die if he pressed
into both sacred spaces at the same time.

   "Your warm sweet mound of desire.  It is my undoing, it is where I end,
when I enter here I will know conscious thought no more.  Its scent
intoxicates me, I swear I could smell it on you from the moment you walked
through the door today.  It is driving me mad with desire!"

   As he said the last his voice changes from the sweet smooth tones he's
been using to a low moan.  I am almost unable to make out the words but
even if I could not I would know what they meant.

   "I want to see your breasts again, turn over for me."

   He gently rolls me unto my back.  I am helpless to resist, I am clay and
he will shape me as he will now.

   As I settle on my back I spread my legs as far as they will go.  Sliding
my hands down my thighs from my knees toward my sex.  Watching the fire in
his eyes stoke higher and higher.  As my fingers reach my lips I peel them
apart, the sensation of my sticky cum peeling away a tickle to my core.  I
know what he is seeing there, I have spent hours in front of a mirror
exploring my own spaces.  My labia is a subtle hood barely hidden by the
lips of my pussy, as I peel myself open the warm pink oval of me beckons
him, drenched for him, a trickle of juice dripping down and coating the
subtly darker skin of my puckered forbidden hole.

   I throw my head back and moan again, I have caught sight at last of his
raging cock as he kneels between my legs.  It is thick and rigid, veins
bulging from the sides and the head of his cut generous member is pulsing
with lust, the tip leaking copious amounts of pre cum.

   I cannot take it any longer, I want to taste him, to see all of him.  I
roar to my knees and attack his shirt, furiously undoing buttons and
peeling it back.  He places both hands in the side of my face and stops me
for a moment.  Looking into my eyes again, then he pulls my mouth to his
and we drink of each other as if it was a spring of water at the end of a
long walk through the desert.  Our tongues furiously exploring, probing,
desiring.

   My hands fall to his pants as we kiss, his move to my breasts.  As he
kneads and pinches I groan into his mouth and press my lips harder into
him. We stand without breaking contact so I can remove his pants and
boxers, finally he is free and he is mine.

   I step back and take him in, I am not as eloquent as he so instead I let
my hands roam over my body as I examine his and speak for me.  As I take in
his muscular chest, with a light covering of hair, a large raven tattoo on
his right breast arching up to his shoulder.  That tattoo takes me by
surprise, I had no hint of it and I am breathless.  It is stunning work and
I am in awe of how it elevates his body for me.  I squeeze my right breast
as I examine him, twisting my raging nipple.

   My eyes fall to his cock hungrily, sweeping over a flat stomach that
makes a v down to his crotch.  The hair is neatly manicured, a small patch
above his penis to match my own.

   Unconsciously my hand slides down to my own mound and then below. 
Remembering his hand there a moment ago, the feel of his warm finger
sliding into me.  And I cannot take it anymore.  A take two steps and press
myself into him, my arms come up under his and hold his chest to my
breasts, my hips pressing into him, his raging cock pressing against my
stomach, leaving more sticky trails across my belly button.  I kiss him
deeply as his hands come around and pull me into him with equal force. 
Those wonderfully talented hands sliding down my back, working toward my
ass and he's cupping my cheeks.  Pulling me up and into him.

   I release the kiss and look him in the eye, he's still holding my tail
and I had gotten used to the fullness of it.  I want to feel a cock in me
while that plug is in place.  I take the hand holding the tail and whisper
to him.

   "Put it back in me.  Where you got it from."

   His eyes widen and though I didn't think it possible his cock swells and
grows harder.  Pressing into my belly and driving me crazy.

   Without taking his eyes from mine he brings the plug up to his mouth and
takes it in, coating it in spit after it has already been deep in my ass. A
small voice wonders if this is gross, a much louder voice screams that this
is so erotic, so beautiful!  As he takes it from his mouth his other hand
pulls my left ass cheek apart.  He's taller than me and so he has to crouch
down to do this, reaching behind me to insert the plug while looking me in
the eyes.  As he crouches his cock slides down my belly and is now pressed
into the small bush on my pubic mound.  I am moaning again in anticipation
and begging that cockroach slide another inch.

   With his middle finger he starts at the top of my ass, running down the
crack, using that fingertip as a probe to locate the warm supple entrance
to my intimate star.  When he finds it he groans in time with me and he
twitches against me, a small spurt of pre cum coating my pubes.  As he
brings the tip of the probe into position he leans in and kisses me deeply
again and presses gently but firmly in.  I recall the release of muscles
from the toy shop and try to recreate the sensation unsuccessfully for a
moment.  But then I find the right trigger and slump into his arms as I let
all the tension in my body go.  He notices the slackening of my body and
gently leans back and down, pulling me on top of him as our lips stay
locked.

   As my knees make it to the floor and I find myself on all fours I
finally relax the right muscle.  The plug begins to slip in.  I groan even
louder.  If anyone is in the break room they are hearing us now.  God yes!
Let them hear me moan while my ass is filled at Michael's hand!  I press
back into the pressure and the swell of the plug goes from intruder to
welcome guest, I cry out again as the full cone of the top of the plug
passes my anal muscles and it contracts around the handle.  I am full
again, the tail flipped up over my back, tickling me, teasing me.

   Michael pulls his mouth from mine and draws my chest to his face, my
breast is in his mouth.  It feels like all of it is in his mouth, his rough
tongue attacking my nipple, swirling around it and then he's suckling me.

   I drop my hips unto him and find his massive erection laid out the full
length of my pussy pressing against his stomach.  I waste no time and begin
grinding it, absolutely coating his cock and balls in the plentiful
lubricant I am producing.  As always there is a constant slow stream coming
from me now.  Everything that touches my pussy comes away wet and slick.

   As I grind on the underside of his cock Michael takes turns with my
breasts, suckling, licking, nibbling one then the other.  I am going mad
with the sensation.  The lips of my pussy like a kiss along the sides of
his cock, running back and forth, back and forth.  On the last swing
forward I slide off his penis and unto his belly with a satisfying squelch,
it's so slick it's like we're oiled up.  As I slide back to continue
grinding his dick slides fully into me and before I know it I am I impaled
to his balls and we are both screaming.  I can feel every vein, I can feel
the fullness of the head of his cock nestled inside of me.  I can feel the
warmth of the blood coursing through his dick infusing my pussy.

   Mindlessly, I begin to ride him.  On my knees and lifting almost to the
point where he slips loose before slamming back down into him.  The biggest
smile on my face, a giggle of sheer ecstasy escaping me between moans and
cries.  The tail flapping and furling as I take his cock to the balls over
and over again.  His hands come up and find my breasts, kneading, twisting.

   His moaning is becoming more insistent, he's thrusting in time with me
now, catching me on the down stroke with his thrusting up stroke.  My pussy
slamming into his pubic bone and rocking my clit with each impact.  I am
going to be sore tomorrow and I don't care.

   "Fuck me Michael, fuck my until I cannot see!"

   "Jesus Christ Rachel, I'm going to cum inside of you if you don't let me
go."

   "Fill me with your cum, fill me until it pours back out of me with my
own.  I'm going to cum all over you, I'm going to drown you in my sea!"

   His thrusting becomes ragged as I say this, and knowing he's going to
fill me any moment sends me sailing over the edge.  I begin to buck
erratically as I lose control of my body.  My mind fills with a buzzing and
Michael twists my nipples so hard I see red for a moment.  The pain is a
booster attached to the rocket and I scream full throated as my body tenses
as hard as a rock.  I can feel his cock clamped tight in my pussy, the
pulsating warmth of my canal caressing him from within me.

   "Fuck!!!  God yes!" He cries out as I continue to hold his cock hostage
in my intimate prison.

   And then the wave crashes.  Every muscle in my body spasms at once and
my legs and arms are shaking as I slam back down on the full length of his
dick.  My hips are bucking wildly, I am a dam unleashed upon his cock,
nearly pushing him out of me with the force but he is hard as a Diamond and
determined.  He presses against the stream of my cum and with a yell of his
own the first ropes of his orgasm fire against the stream of mine.  Over
and over again I slam him into me and he keeps cumming, I can feel his hot
spray inside of me and it presses me to another plane.

   As his thrusts become less manic mine do not abate for long moments.  I
am like a person having a seizure, the sensation of his cock pressing
against the plug in my ass is like nothing I've ever imagined.  I am
weeping openly but they are tears of sweet unfettered release as my body
finally begins to calm.

   I collapse unto Michaels chest, my cheek resting against that marvelous
raven.  My hips still twitching as small rivulets escape me and run past
his cock that is fading inside of me to pool under us.  My nipples are so
sensitive, they feel alive against his chest hairs.  And I am trying to
figure out what to say.  I gave him little chance to say no to this,
flashing him on my way through the door and then again and again while he
was trying to talk.  I don't know many men that would be able to say no to
what I offered him.  I deeply feared he would regret the last 15 minutes.

   The silence stretched for a few moments more while our hearts slowed and
my quivering calmed.

   Then he said, "Damnit Rach, I have never experienced anything like that
before.  I don't know if I ever will again, I don't want to assume this is
more than a one time thing.  But if not you have ruined me for good sex. 
Your body is incredible and if I could I would drink all of it up, every
day."

   Smiling in deep relief, and contentment I reached for a reply.  "I was
afraid you would think I took advantage of you.  I've been wet for you
since this morning, I'm sorry if this was sudden."

   "It's the best surprise I've ever had, I didn't even know you liked me!"

   "Surprise!  I really really do.  But, we are both covered in cum, the
bathroom floor is soaked and I'm supposed clock in like right now.  Oh, and
I still have a tail in my ass."

   "Leave it there!  We can take care of all the rest and I'll cover for
you while you clean up.  But leave the tail, I'm the only one who will know
and I won't stop looking for signs of it all day.  Maybe we could recreate
this but slower later, if you want to?"

   The thought of him watching my ass for the rest of the day, looking for
tale tale signs of what I have inside of me refired the engines again.  I
am such a sex addict!

   "Only if you lick my pussy clean before we go back to work?"

   "Are you serious?  I would lick every inch of you if you'd let me!"

   Not waiting for confirmation, lest I change my mind, he slides me off of
his cock and pulls me up his chest until my pussy is just below his chin.
Some of his cum that has stayed inside of me oozing out of my slit and
dripping on his chest and he doesn't even flinch.  He places his hands
under my ass and pushes me up to his waiting mouth.

   My eyes roll into the back of my head as his lips make contact and he
pulls my clit into his mouth slurping and licking alternately.  I know he
is swallowing his own spunk as he does so and it doesn't slow him at all,
and I cannot slow if I wanted to.  My legs clamp tight to his head.  I lean
back, my tail trailing down his chest, wet and matted.  As he sucks I begin
to ride his face, sliding back and forward now instead of up and down.  I
can feel a gentle ache at the top of my pussy from where our hips had
pounded into each other but I liked it.  He wraps his arms up around my
hips and pulls me into him and I groan again as he tongue fucks my pussy.

   I have no hope of holding out any length of time, I was already on the
edge when he pulled me to his mouth.  I lean all the way back, my hands on
the ground, my hips rocking as he holds on and moves with me, no escape
from his probing, flicking tongue.

   "Fuck!  Michael, Jesus Christ, yes!!!!"

   And I am cumming for the third time today.  Pouring myself into his
mouth.  Releasing every ounce of moisture I have left.  His chin pressing
against the plug in my ass, his tongue flicking up into me and then sucking
my clit.  I squeeze his head between my thighs so tight I am afraid I will
hurt him.  My body arched over him, stretched fully out, my mind completely
gone.  A smile on my face as wide as it's ever been, another giggle escapes
me as I reach the top of my climax, I am floating above the universe, lost
to the world.

   As I come down a second time and release his head from my vice grip he
smiles at me from between my legs.

   "I am so sorry Rachel, I was supposed to lick you clean but it looks
like I've made a bigger mess."