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 �>�The Submissive New Intern by harry lime Copyright�(C) 2018 by harry lime
Synopsis:
The submissive new intern certainly had the right attitude for her new
position.  It seemed like she was destined for climbing the corporate
ladder as fast as possible.  Of course, she did spend a lot of time on her
knees but she had a nice pair of knee pads to make her duties more

comfortable.

   Chapter 1

   When she first saw the ad in the classified section, Jennifer giggled at
the blatant misogyny implied by the wording.

   A part of her wanted to find some materials and make up a sign so she
could march up and down the sidewalk protesting the filthy male perverts
that saw the other gender as toys to be used and then discarded when they
tired of them like yesterday -(TM)s newspaper or bags for the trash bin
every Monday morning.

   Now that she was a fully grown-up adult at eighteen, Jen thought she was
old enough to strike out on her own and see if people were as bad as her
mama kept reminding her every morning, noon and night time too.  She said
her  -�going to bed -� prayers with both palms pressed together and her
eyes shut tightly because it made her feel closer to God when she couldn
-(TM)t see anything except black nothingness and she couldn -(TM)t move her
sinful fingers that helped her feel nice down there, where nobody else
could see what went on under the blanket.

   Her mama had taken away her little teddy bear the previous month,
because she suspected the eighteen year old Jennifer was using it for
obscene purposes instead of playing or praying like a good little girl.

   Sometimes, when she was on the subway train, she sat on the edge of the
hard bench and rocked with the motion of the train.  She usually managed to
drive her sensitive private female parts into a state of delicious
agitation that she was certain how it felt to be under the control of a
filthy man with his nasty thoughts and deep, dark desires hidden shamefully
inside his bulging trousers.

   The only time she had actually seen a man thing fully aroused was on her
eighteenth birthday party and the slower than most Tommy Jones was
blindfolded and told to hide under the huge cardboard carton with Jennifer
on the floor underneath him in her favorite frog position.  She was quiet
as a mouse because she didn -(TM)t want Tommy to know he was stretched out
on top of the birthday party hostess.

   Her thin party dress and the white cotton panties did little to offset
the thick, hard pressure from his quickly growing male equipment.  It had
happened so fast that she was caught off-guard and only grunted as he
pressed his business deeper into her gaped buttocks like a lover knocking
on the door of paradise.

   Thankfully, Tommy was more or less, non-talkative and all he did was
breath in her ear like a running dog and moan when he spurted his yucky
liquids inside his trousers.  He reminded her of an out of control crazy
person acting like an animal and not a real human being with normal common
sense.  She didn -(TM)t actually see his thing but she could feel the
thickness and the over-sized length that seemed impossible to fit into
either her pussy, her tight little rump or even inside her mouth.  Jennifer
knew from listening to the other girls describing the ordeals that girls
were expected to go through to keep men happy either on a date or after
they got married.  She knew she would be expected to drop her panties and
let them do their business any way they wanted just because they were men
and she was only a girl.

   Jennifer felt real guilty about tricking Tommy even though he really
seemed to enjoy the entire episode.  She made certain he got a big piece of
cake and she even poured him his favorite root beer to wash it all down. 
After thinking about it with him sitting right next to her, she saw that he
was not in the least bit concerned and that it was only her that had really
been affected by the incident.  She discovered that she really liked the
feeling of having a man -(TM)s thing pressed up hard against her sensitive
area and she hoped to replicate the event again real soon.  It would not be
with Tommy because it would not be right to take advantage of him like that
but she was certain there were plenty of older men with an unhappy married
life or without any girlfriend to help them over periods of unwelcome
abstinence and the pressure of love juice ready to erupt with the slightest
provocation.

   She decided to experiment with Mister Jacobs in the candy store
pretending to be a bit dim-witted and anxious to get an egg cream even
though she didn -(TM)t have enough money.  The somewhat elderly Mister
Jacobs got the hint immediately and it was a short time later that he
delivered a glass of the creamy stuff right to her table and she smiled up
at him and told him that she was willing to pay him back  -�anyway he
wanted -�.

   His cock was smaller than she would have liked but it fit into her mouth
real nice and she gobbled it down until he spurted his full load right down
her throat and into her belly.  He felt so guilty that he ran back and made
her another egg cream to wash it all down and she sipped it thru the straw
with a satisfied smile on her face that assured him she considered the debt
paid in full.

   Jennifer looked down at the ad for the umpteenth time and knew the words
were directed straight at her.

   WANTED Motivated entry-level intern for position of Personal assistant
to corporate executive Officers.  Must be physically fit, unmarried, Able
to devote full time to meeting all demands.

   Proper attitude a big plus Jennifer was sharp enough to read between the
lines of the employment ad and she could easily picture her position
between the knees of a kindly older man Her position would be underneath
his desk and enthusiastically receiving on-the-job training from the mature
executive.  Her only worry was that she was too inexperienced to satisfy
the demands of the position in a way that would make her bosses happy that
she was working under them.

   She discovered from the nice Mrs.  Henderson that she would be in a 
-�pool -� of young female interns that would rotate amongst the senior
executives bi-monthly and would be required to wear either skirts or short
dresses with appropriate undies of the fancy sort that tickled the male
libido.

   Jennifer had slightly underdeveloped breasts, but she had stunning
nipples with long button like nipples that were super sensitive to the
touch of a man -(TM)s fingers.  She knew that any lengthy exploration of
her upper body secrets would lead her to a quick orgasm down below and she
welcomed the time spent developing her upper body responses.

   One of the most senior executives enjoyed having her kneel in front of
him and allowing him to  -�spank her tits -�.

   At first, she was not quite sure what that consisted of, but after a
quick lesson, she was reduced to mascara dripping tears and a sense of
self-pity that tingled her camel-toe.

   His name was Mister Von Rudderman and she secretly called him  -�Mr. 
Rude Man -�.

   Sometimes, Von Rudderman would pause his breast slapping exercises to
twist her nipples in a way that made her yell out and bring smiles to the
faces of the workers in the cubes outside his office.  They knew exactly
what he was doing and that made her more ashamed than almost anything else.

   In a way, she was more submissive to Mister Rudderman than any of the
other executives because he never bothered her with asking her to suck his
dick or to bend over for him to slide his hard prick between her ass cheeks
and making her take it up the ass like all of the other sex-deprived,
middle-aged businessmen would certainly expect from an entry level female
intern.

   It was the taking it up the ass that bothered her the most.

   She was able to take it without complaint from all of the executives
except for Mister Hineyman.  The seriously overweight Mister Hineyman
insisted on her removing all her clothing below her waistline.  He enjoyed
pressing her down with his bulky weight with his entire business buried
deep in her anal passageway.  She was reminded how he looked like some
alien creature focused on flooding her gut with his monster-like
stickiness. He verbally chastised her sense of feminine dignity by
describing to her in great detail how it looked to have her sphincter
stretched to the limit.  She felt his long, thick cock slide into her rear
door like some sort of lethal snake with poisonous fangs.  Her imagination
saw him like an assassin ready to strike her deep inside her most private
place in a way that would paralyze her but still allow her to see all that
he did and unable to do anything about it.  She was frightened by that
feeling but in a guilty way, she was attracted to the danger of the moment
and waited with breathless anticipation of his next move.

   The one executive that puzzled her was Mister De La Rentlovevia with his
ritualistic removal of her undies and the way he carefully licked her pussy
with his fascinating tongue for a long time before entering her.  She liked
that foreplay best of all and would open her legs wide to let him take care
of her as deep as he wanted.  Every now and then, he would lift her legs up
higher and attend to her tight little brown eye with tender loving thrusts
of his long pointed tongue.

   He liked to position her right over the top of his desk so she could
look right into the faces of his beautiful debutante wife and his two
daughters who were fully grown and probably spreading their legs for every
Tom Dick or Harry that didn -(TM)t need Viagra to get it up.

   Instead of calling him Oscar or Mister De La Rentlovevia, she called him
Doctor Love because his pussy-licking efforts caused her to fall a little
bit in love with him and she knew she would allow him to do anything he
wanted to her with the possible exception of choking her neck.  It was a
fetish with her because she had recently watched a film about a porn star
that was accidently strangled by an over enthusiastic ass fucker.  Jennifer
was afraid of that trick to heighten one -(TM)s pleasure because it was
dangerous and she didn -(TM)t really trust any of her employer -(TM)s
enough to give them that sort of power over her.

   When he wanted to stop using a condom against all the rules, she allowed
him the pleasure because she knew how much he loved to feel her juices
running over his stiff dick inside her velvet glove of a pussy.  Besides,
she was in the habit of using her mother -(TM)s  -�morning after -� pill in
just such emergencies.

   Now, when Doctor Love put her ankles on his shoulders and push came to
shove, she delighted in the repeated orgasms she experienced under his
ministrations.  She even allowed herself the pleasure of groaning out
loudly when he was pounding her pussy and his wife -(TM)s photo was only
inches from her face.  In a strange way, she was imagining the beautiful
wife driving a faux dick into her vagina and making her climax like the
submissive bitch she always wanted to be.

   In one of her flights of fancy, she imagined Doctor Love buried deep in
her pussy with his spurting cock and the beautiful wife kissing her right
on the lips and telling her,

    -�Open nice and wide, dear, mommy wants to suck your tongue and give
you all her spit for you to swallow down into your nice flat tummy along
with daddy -(TM)s baby-making sperm. -�

   Jennifer knew it was sort of over the line for her to be thinking along
those lines because the arrangements with the  -�intern pool -� was a
well-kept secret and it was never mentioned in front of the employee -(TM)s
families for any reason.  There was no reason to suspect that any of the
executives would ever share any of the details from the special perk with
their family members because the repercussions would be instantaneous and
displeasing to one and all.

   Accidently, Jennifer spied Doctor Love -(TM)s spouse in her favorite
women -(TM)s clothing store getting ready to try on some bathing suits for
the fast approaching summer.  She made a point of getting some teeny weeny
little bikinis to join her in the group-sized changing room and watched her
strip down to totally naked.  The fact that her bosses wife shaved her
pussy make Jennifer weak with passion to taste the older woman -(TM)s camel
toe just to see if it tasted as nice as it looked when she lifted her leg
to adjust her thong.

   She stripped off all of her clothing and put on the zebra bikini bending
over all the way to the floor right in front of Doctor Love -(TM)s wife
hoping that her heart-shaped flanks would seem a bit interesting to her
even if they were in a public setting.  She could see the wife -(TM)s eyes
glued to her ass in the side mirror and got her answer in capital letters.
This woman would be up front and center for a mutual carpet munching
session at the first opportunity.

   Now, all she had to do was to figure out a way to make that happen
without causing any trouble for boss or risk the possible loss of her job
and the perks that came with it.



   Chapter 2

   When Jennifer went home that evening she found that she was crowded into
the packed mass of humanity on the subway train and she was surrounded by a
wall of hard dicks in all directions.  She did her very best to look
straight ahead and ignore the cocks pressing against her legs, her ass and
her sensitive camel-toe with a blank stare and not making any sound at all
from the perverted distress.

   She recognized the boy right in front of her poking her pubic area with
his rampant cock as the junior clerk to her boss.  He was a recent hire and
she knew he really had no friends in the place.  Jennifer was confused as
to how he had come to that intimate closeness.  She was not quite certain
if it were random coincidence or planned perversion due to some depraved
obsession with her person that he was unable to control.

   Jennifer had never been formally introduced to the boy but she
distinctly remembered one of the other male clerks calling him  -�Tommie
Boy -�, so her natural inclination was to assume his name was Tom.

   It was difficult for her to focus on the sturdy young lad with the
oversized male member rubbing on her sensitive clitoris with his arm around
her waist because there was no pole to hang on to in the lurching train.

   Besides, the older man behind her with the bad breath was beginning to
get downright sordid with his inquisitive hands all over her rump like he
was looking for a tender cut to take home for supper.

   She instinctively pushed back into the older man -(TM)s depravities with
her soft, sweet ass hoping that he would be gentle and not rude with her
much sought after asset.

   That helped reduce the stress on her clitoris which was in danger of
exploding with the steady rubbing of Tom the clerk on her defenseless pubic
region.

   She reached behind her with her right hand and grasped the older man
-(TM)s fingers guiding them directly to the gap between her heated ass
cheeks.  He got the message because Jennifer was in the habit of not
wearing the girdle or shaper that most young women wore these days when
riding public transit in mixed company.  The simple truth was that she
looked forward to the early morning grope fest and the after work dirty
business pressed up real close and personal with strange men taking
liberties they never took with their wives or girlfriends because it was
far to obscene to even discuss in mixed company.

   Jennifer would never tell her parents of the indignities she had
suffered in going to work because she knew they would forbid her future
riding of public transit just on general principle and an attitude to the
sanctity of female privacy that was more indicative of a much older
generation.

   She could tell Tom the clerk was riding her slit to a final destination
of full ejaculation from the way her was accelerating his movements between
her legs and she assisted him by spreading her legs a bit to allow him
greater penetration.

   Unfortunately, that also gave the older man behind her greater access to
her crack and his thick tip was bouncing on her distraught brown eye with
its confused sphincter receiving the green light from her instinctive core
and a red light from her good behavior brain that stupidly considered her
mind to be still in charge of her flesh and bones.

   Soon, she felt the wetness of Tom -(TM)s discharge on her frontal skirt
as it forcefully penetrated through the thin fabric of both their modest
clothing.  She looked down into his lust laden eyes and saw the hint of
victory there that momentarily caused her to move closer to him in the hope
that his juice might even penetrate to her slit.

   The older man behind her had his fingers deep in her gap and was
delicately rubbing her brown eye with a controlled rudeness that she found
quite appropriate for the situation and much in tune with her need for anal
scratching that gripped her in her obscene desire for anal penetration of
any nature.  She would have settled for even a single fingertip inside her
sphincter to confirm she was a complete anal bitch and a slut of the worse
sort possible.

   Tom tightened his grip on her waistline and she felt him harden again
with his business between her legs and the dampness soaking through her
skirt to the surface of her sensitive skin underneath.  The older man
behind her was suddenly pushing her briefs aside and pushing his fingers
into her soaking wet pussy from behind much to her delight.  She was almost
on the verge of fainting dead away from the excitement building in her
overheated slit.  He must have sensed the depth of her excited emotions
because he backed off a bit and gave her slack to catch her breath and
regain her poise as a dignified good girl simply going home after a hard
day -(TM)s work.

   She noticed that Tom got out at her station as well but he headed uphill
toward the row houses on the top of the hill and she went south to the
separate houses at the bottom where the little stores were clustered on
both sides of the street like friendly natives never moving and staying in
one place as far back as she was able to remember.

   The older man was riding the train to the last stop which was the next
stop at the end of the line.  She knew those houses up there were quite a
bit more impressive and they usually had the extras like a front porch and
a nice garden that required outdoor work to keep them looking well-kept.

   Jennifer dashed up the stairs after returning home just barely answering
her mother -(TM)s greeting and asking,  -�Did you have a nice day, dear? -�

    -�Yes, mom, I had a great day today? -�

   She knew she needed a nice hot bath and she had to get her skirt into
the laundry before her mother touched it with her knowing hands.  Jennifer
loved the freedom of working on her own and being able to make her own
decisions without getting her parents permission any longer.  Still, she
was living at home and she knew instinctively that she would have to toe
the line with regard to her behavior or at least in concealing her
indiscretions and weakness of the flesh that was starting to spin out of
control when she was not inside the safety of her own family living a
boring existence at home.

   She looked in the telephone book and found the  -�Love -� residence. 
Her mind was focused on the memory of Mrs.  Love -(TM)s firm behind as she
tried on the skimpy bikini in the fitting room.  That single glance from
her lust laden eyes was all the invitation she needed to go after her
sudden found goal of pushing her head between the beautiful wife -(TM)s
legs and tasting the essence of her glorious bush.  In her mind, it would
be a simple move for her to take the high class woman -(TM)s lips and press
them on her oversexed feminine folds and wait patiently for her to get her
tongue working feverishly to explore her clitoris and her vagina with
experienced skill.

   After she exited the bathtub, she dried her long slender body looking in
the mirror at her flat tummy and her nicely curved buttocks that jutted out
at an impossible angle behind in a sensuous display of feminine flesh.

   She had seen that Mrs.  Love -(TM)s ass cheeks drooped ever so slightly
but it was absolutely cute that it made her want to fall to her knees to
adore at her shrine of tightly clenched brown eye glory.  She sat down on
the edge of her neatly made bed stark naked and played with her bare
nipples like she did whenever she was daydreaming about men -(TM)s cocks
and things of that nature.  This was the first time she had an urge to do
something with another female and it made her a bit confused, but she loved
the way it made her feel inside.

   Slowly, she dialed the number she had written down on her notepad and
waited patiently for the response on the other end.  It was a female voice
that answered and she was glad it wasn -(TM)t Mr.  Love because she was
certain he would recognize her voice and hang up immediately thinking she
was in love with his cock or something equally as silly.  He might even
think that she was plotting to blackmail him for bending her over his desk
and taking her anal cherry.

   Unfortunately, it was not Mrs.  Love, but the downstairs maid who
answered the phone,  -�Yes, this is the Love residence.  Just a moment and
I will notify Mrs.  Love there is a call for her.  She is in the upstairs
bedroom exercising on her indoor bike at the moment.  Please hang on the
line and she will be with you shortly. -�

   The next thing she heard was the heavy breathing of Mrs.  Love who was
obviously riding her bicycle to keep her legs in shape.  Of course, it was
a stationary bike and never took one anywhere except to a state of
exhaustion just looking out the back window at the nice garden in the rear.
 -�Yes, this is Mrs.  Love.  To whom am I speaking? -�

   Jennifer was suddenly at a loss for words but she braved,  -�It is me,
Mrs.  Love.  Jennifer from the fitting room.  I wanted to tell you that the
bikini you selected looked absolutely divine on your splendid figure. -�

   For a moment there was silence on the line and Jennifer wondered if she
had mistaken the look in Mrs.  Love -(TM)s bedroom eyes.

   Then, she heard the musical tones of Mrs.  Love -(TM)s voice whispering
in her ear.   -�My dear, what a lovely surprise.  I am so happy to hear
your voice.  I must say you looked quite delectable in your tiny little
string bikini as well. -�

   After that, Jennifer relaxed and she conversed with Mrs.  Love whilst
pushing her naughty fingers into her feminine folds with the serious intent
of pretending it was the hand of Mrs.  Love digging into her secret places
robbing her of her youthful innocence and making her ask for more of the
same.

    -�Where are you, you darling thing? -�

   As if in a fog, she heard her own voice low and sexy answer,  -�Mrs. 
Love, I am in my bedroom and I just got out of the bath.  I must confess I
am stark naked and playing with myself as I speak.  The sound of your voice
has inspired me to some very naughty thoughts. -�

   She heard Mrs.  Love -(TM)s voice almost panting with the exercise on
the bike.  She did her best to picture Mrs.  Love on the bike and she knew
the woman was wearing her jogging shorts and that she had already lathered
up her overheated pussy on the bicycle seat which was specially designed to
bring her to a state of complete release in less than thirty minutes.

    -�Oh, my dear, I wish I was riding your pretty little face and not this
dreadful machine.  I bet you would use your delightful pink tongue on me.
Would you treat me nice like that? -�

   Jennifer answered out of breath herself because her fingers had just
delivered a fantastic orgasm to her lower body and she knew she would have
to change the sheets before retiring for the night.   -�Mrs.  Love, I would
like nothing better than to let you ride me like that and I promise I will
not stop until you are completely satisfied. -�

   They made a date to have lunch together across from her job the
following day and Jennifer hung up and ran over to her discarded teddy bear
and held him close to her clitoris pounding his little body into the
already mussed up bed with her naked buttocks rising and falling in an
accelerating dance of lust on top of her bed with the door locked to keep
out unwelcome visitors.

   She knew she was being a bad girl but sometimes a girl has just got to
have it.



   Chapter 3

   Jennifer walked into the upscale restaurant near her place of business.

   Mrs.  Love was seated at a booth in a corner in the back.

   It was the middle of the day, but the place was dark and shadowed giving
it a romantic glow that made her belly churn with desire and anticipation
of some sort of dangerous action.

   She was wearing her string bikini underneath her frilly dress, and she
hoped that Mrs.  Love would be ambitious enough to venture a foray under
her garment to give her the thrill she was dying to receive.

   The submissive new intern remembered with clarity how Mr.  Love would
push up inside her delicate sphincter with his oversized and oversexed cock
with her eyes almost glued to his wife -(TM)s photo on his desk with her
smile of boredom that drove her crazy with desire to kiss her at the moment
of ejaculation.

    -�Sit right here next to me dear.  We can whisper in each other -(TM)s
ears and no worry about being overheard. -�

   The older woman -(TM)s fur coat was thrown open over her shoulders and
her boobs were sticking out with impudent boldness daring to be touched by
man or woman with a need for testing their firmness in their greedy palms.

   Jennifer -(TM)s own boobs were small in comparison, but she loved to
have them treated roughly as a way of foreplay before anal or vaginal
insertion by friends or other strangers whatever the case might be.

   She loved her job where Mister Love and the remainder of the high-level
staff used her body for sexual release as part of their perks of
employment, and with her full consent for whatever they wanted in terms of
the most depraved desires.

   Jennifer knew that Mister Love would disapprove of her clandestine
meeting with his spouse, but she had a yen for his wife -(TM)s slightly
sagging tits and her deliciously drooping ass cheeks because she triggered
a desire inside her to taste her bosses official bed partner with full
carnal knowledge.

   She knew they also had two delightful daughters with different desires.
One, the eldest was somewhat bisexual in nature and she alternated between
older married males with depraved desires for young girl sex providing she
proved sufficiently submissive to their orders, and the beautiful but bored
wives with their thirsty pussies that needed constant reassurance that
their snatches were still desirable to young girls with an open mind.

   The younger daughter was sweet sixteen and was reputedly still a 
-�Virgin -�.

   Her boss would brag to her as she was on her knees in front of him about
his youngest daughter -(TM)s virginal vagina, and that she was so modest
that she would only sit on his lap with her panties and pajamas in place to
protect her feminine slit and delicate anus from contact with his manhood
aroused by her slender curves.  He told her that the young girl would have
real orgasms in such situations, but her virginity was still intact, and
she was as innocent as a dove.

   He confessed to her that he had  -�given it -� to his eldest daughter,
but it was only because the mother was too drunk to take care of business
and he was too tired to look further than the next bedroom for his much
needed release from frustration.

   They both ordered the special chicken salad the restaurant was famous
for and fed each other tasty pieces from each other -(TM)s plates in the
spirit of close contact and new friendship.

   Thankfully, the restaurant had an upscale d�(C)cor that included long
flowing table clothes that hid their naughty fingers from observing views.

   Jennifer did her best to hide her excitement that Mrs.  Love -(TM)s
fingers were extracting from between her partially exposed labia.  The
older woman had skills with her fingertips that had been perfected over the
years with many of her female servants and other bored wives in need of a
little spice in their lives.

   They had each consumed three martinis at lunch and got into the taxi on
unsteady legs.  Jennifer had been invited back to the estate to try on some
of the upscale clothes the older woman had purchased.  She even had a
little black number of her own that was a  -�present -� from Mrs.  Love.

    -�It will show off your perfect little butt nicely, dear.  Don -(TM)t
bother wearing any undies.  It will be far too tight for that. -�

   Jennifer wore the sleek dress with the excitement building in her nether
regions.

   She knew her precious twat was leaking with her female juices just
thinking about Mrs.  Love sitting on her face as she had promised her on
the phone.

   Her desires were answered only moments later as she was pressed into the
sofa cushions and Mrs.  Love surrounded her head with her Chanel Number
Five scented inner thighs and had her lips introduced to the woman -(TM)s
sensitive feminine folds.  She like the fact that the older woman was
already soaking wet with her anticipating passion.

   Jennifer used her busy tongue to lap up Mrs.  Love -(TM)s sticky residue
and even pushed her face down further to taste her mysterious brown eye. 
She was rewarded by the older woman -(TM)s groans of pleasure and enjoyed
the tingle that her pretty anus caused inside her mouth with its confused
contractions.

   She was on top doing a frenzied sixty-nine with the bored housewife when
the husband walked into the bedroom and caught them red-handed.

   Jennifer felt the boss -(TM)s familiar palms spanking her reddened ass
cheeks as she dipped her tongue into the wife -(TM)s depraved snatch with
unavoidable determination and elusive search for the gold ring of carnal
release.

   His demanding cock was knocking on her back door with the persistence of
a long-term lover.  Of course, his wife knew exactly what he was doing to
her sixty-nine partner, but she figured he was just doing what came
naturally and that this pretty girl was just a random perk for his
oversexed cock placed in his bedroom for his personal service.

   Jennifer took his welcomed weight on her spine and she spread her leg
wider to take him all the way up inside her butt like a slut with no morals
and with a totally fuckable backside for his pleasure.  Underneath her
upraised bottom, the wife slowly licked her vaginal slit and her sensitive
clitoris watching her husband -(TM)s cock being gobbled up by her new
friend -(TM)s sphincter.

   The young girl continued her carpet munching at the other end and
swallowed the female juices that Mrs.  Love spontaneously emitted into her
pretty face like lava from a long dormant volcano fiery hot and with the
taste of pent-up passion wanting to be free after a lengthy imprisonment.

   Jennifer felt her internal muscles contract as her juices flowed and she
knew her nerve endings were out of control in almost all the regions below
her belly button.

   Her primary problem at the moment was her inability to sort out her
desires as regards her sexual orientation.

   She was unsure if she who she wanted more.  In her mind, Mister Love had
a skillful member, but Mrs.  Love had a way of getting inside her in a
manner that rocked her to her core.

   Jennifer knew she had a lot to learn about men and their strange
attitudes to chasing pussy in all its forms.

   Still, she felt comfortable with men and their cocks and her ability to
satisfy their basic instincts with ease.

   It was females like Mrs.  Love that drove her crazy with desire, and she
knew she would trade any two cocks for a roll in the hay with a pretty
MILF.

   She went back to her apartment and took a long stinging shower that
calmed her nerves and put her back in a more receptive mood for work.

   Her return to work was met with strangely soothing disregard by her
co-workers and she awarded two junior executives with enthusiastic
blow-jobs before the noon hour.  They both patted her on top of her head
and told her,  -�You -(TM)ve dheone a very good job! -�

   The sticky taste of male spunk in her mouth and on her tastebuds put her
off from wanting anything to eat and she settled for a dry martini in the
streetside bistro.

   The waiter was a young girl probably just out of high school and she
wore a low cut blouse with a nice view of her twin peaks of delight buried
inside.

   When the girl  -�accidently -� brushed her lush twat up against her bare
arm, Jennifer knew right away what she wanted.  She knew instinctively, it
was not a tip she was angling for, but a willing tongue in between her legs
in the ladies behind a locked stall door.

   Somehow, she found herself down on her knees not worrying about her
expensive pantyhose as she licked the girl into complete submission.  She
didn -(TM)t flinch when the girl nastily slapped her face and told her, 
-�Now, I want you to take care of my bum, you posh, stuck-up bitch. -�

   In fact, she obediently buried her face between the girl -(TM)s tightly
clenched butt cheeks and did her best to tend to the girl -(TM)s desires
for some same sex anal loving.

   Jennifer knew she liked her slave-like reaction to the girl -(TM)s
orders, and she wondered how much she would have to do to satisfy the girl
-(TM)s depraved needs.

   Strangely, she felt all warm and cuddly deep inside knowing the girl
wanted her tongue and her fingers in her private places and she allowed the
waitress to French kiss her tongue on tongue in endless embraces for a very
long time.

   The girl -(TM)s demands made her breathless and she loved her feeling of
sexual exhaustion knowing that she had the stamina to give her exactly what
she wanted from a partner.

   Later, she discovered the girl -(TM)s name was Alice and she loved
saying her name in the nocturnal hours and listening to her own voice as
she whispered the name  -�Alice -� in the total dark.

   Jennifer decided that Alice was a keeper and they set up house together
as room-mates.

   Of course, what went on behind closed doors was their private business.

   She had steady cock at work, but that was business, and her home life
was personal between her and her new friend Alice.

   Thankfully, Alice was never jealous of her men friends, but she was very
protective of her friendships with members of the same sex.