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Archive-name: Book02.txt
Archive-author: Blackie
Archive-title: "By the Book"
Part 2 of 20
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"You have a boyfriend?, I mean do you get enough or maybe do you get
excited sensually by yourself when you aren't getting any?"

"I just broke up with John. I don't need to, um, get any, to be just
fine thank you."  That did it.  He looked for the stream from her eyes
and added a touch of excitement to it whenever she looked his way.
Just a touch.

"Well, I can't figure it out, but I really liked watching you."

"Look you, I don't need you watching me masturbate at work," then she
looked at him again, and this time she half lurched. "on the other
hand..." She had that look of realization cross her face. That look
someone gets as if seeing something they've seen before in a whole new
light. "Um, let's not talk about this now, okay?"

"Okay." he replied. "Instead, let's find a place to fuck."

"Whatever do you think I am!?," He reached under her conscious
controls and planted suggestions to meet him in the storage room in 5
minutes. "Some kind of whore?  You animal , Bob, you'd better leave me
alone or so help me, you'll never hear the end of this."

"Okay Randi, but don't blame me if you can't control those spontaneous
orgasms.  You did so well with that last one, I hardly noticed. By the
way, I'll try the storage room and wait there for you."

Humiliated by her own body, she turned awever makes you think I'd want
to screw a twerp like you!?"

That stung, but he was in control of what her body was doing, she was still
only acting out rage at being caught in a public orgasm.

She turned towards the door.  Instead of exiting though, she took off
her shoes and started unbuttoning the pants.

Bob reached around her and began to play with her nipples through the
blouse. He tweaked the body controls to prevent her from stopping him.
Her body went loose from the arousal.

"You are making it difficult to undress, jerk. Why am I undressing?"
She was startled to find her body was still not following the
conscious decisions she made to avoid this encounter.

He withdrew his hands and took off his clothing, then locked the door.
It hadn't occurred to him anyone would bother them, but what the heck.

"I really don't want to do this Bob." Randi continued to protest as
she fondled his now rigid manhood.

"Your lying. Now maybe since you used the term, I'll just call you a
whore when we're in private."

She was clearly stunned at the abusive tone he'd begun to take. But
she knelt down and tenderly licked his prick. Rubbing the flat sides
of her teeth along the length of it she also began playing with his
balls.

"You must be some kind of whore, or you wouldn't have come straight
here to be fucked" Bob reiterated, pushing the humiliation buttons in
her head too.  She opened her beautiful moist lips and engulfed the
head of his penis.  Although not 'hung' as porn stars, Bob had a good
sized cock, about 6+7 inches long, but thicker than most. She
struggled trying to get it all the way back to her throat.  He could
feel her tongue wrapping lightly around the glans as she closed her
eyes and tried to vacuum an eruption from him.

Bob could feel motion build inside himself as he pressed her head
against his cock.  Her lips and teeth continued to reach for the root
of the organ, and he could see that she was starting to become aroused
again herself.

He pulled out of her mouth.

"Stand up, lean against the shelves over there." He pointed out a low
shelf that would force her into a bent in the middle position.

"No fucking way, you animal, I don't want to do this with you."

"I'm not keeping you here, by all means leave," he lied. She could no
more leave now than he could fly.  She couldn't tell that though.
Meekly, she assumed the position he suggested.

"Okay, but try not to hurt me." she was resigned to this performance.
He had to do something to perk her up, so he planted the same raging
heat in her that made her come at her desk. "hnuhn" came moaning from
her now as he touched her.  He guided his prick into her cunt while
she clutched the shelf with her hands. A throaty, "yesssss" rewarded
his penetration.  He began to pump away, slowly at first and then
faster. She continued to "yesss" and "unngg ooooh, plleeeease" as he
thrust in again and again. He reached under her as his hips whacked
her ass, and found her little tits.

A sharp twist of the nipples generated another series of outrageous
moaning from his personal whore. She began to come. Her pelvis humped
as hard as it could against his manhood.  She suppressed the scream
into an almost barking cough, but he didn't let up. He forced her body
right back into aroused state by pushing the correct symbols back in
place. Already exhausted, she pumped with the adrenaline of another
rising orgasm.

Up from his scrotum built a liquid fire sensation that he'd never felt
before.  He didn't stop pumping the liquid fire into her for what
seemed like forever.  He finally pulled out washed with pleasure and
joy.  That was his first fuck in almost a year.

"Happy you scum?" She was flushed with that freshly fucked look, but
still was hostile consciously about what was happening.  He found that
exciting too.

"Lick me clean, whore." She shook her head, but to her own amazement
was soon carefully washing his cock and balls of her juices and his
come, with her tongue.

"I don't know why I did this with you," she worked in between licks,
"But you better not tell anyone or so help me..."

"Come to my house after work tomorrow." He answered. He simply ahe thought.

"No fuckin' way, bastard," she continued to lick.  He was up again and
pulled her face into his prick. She opened her mouth and took it in
again with a little maneuvering.  Her tongue felt good working the
seam on the bottom, and before he knew it, the come spurted into her
mouth, and as he pulled out, all over her face.

"Now look what you've done!" she snapped.

"Hard to avoid with your pretty little whore face. Before you leave
hadn't you better get dressed." She snarled in his general direction
as she pulled on her pants. He walked up behind her while she snapped
them closed, and took the opportunity for another grasp at those lovely
little tits. "You also best admit you are my whore to use, or everyone
in the office will hear, and maybe several others will take turns
too."

She blanched. "I,uh,I..." She realized she couldn't let anyone know
she'd done this. She might lose her job.  How could she have allow Bob
the liberties he'd just taken with her?

"Come on slut, you can say it. Tell me you're my property and you
really want to be my whore."

"Fuck you!" she was confused still over her bodily responsiveness.

"Tut tut, you could be in the sack with someone really repulsive if
you keep that up."

"I'm your fuckin' whore, goddamnit"

"Not good enough, bitch." He waited, brutally twisting her nipples now
to stress the point.  He could see the shot of pain/pleasure rise
through her chest to her throat.  To her astonishment the humiliation
was beginning to excite her too. She couldn't tell this had been Bob's
doing also.

"I'm your whore, your personal slut." she finally got out in a demure,
half seductive, half aroused voice.

"Fine, I'll expect you at seven tomorrow. Come dressed nicely."  She
slipped away finally and Bob pulled his own clothes on. He relished
the thought of having Randi and Fran at his beck and call.

====

He stopped by Purchasing that afternoon.  Randi had been avoiding his
eyes since this morning, but he knew she'd show up Friday night.  It
was time to get Fran in line as well.

This time the blond was sitting at her desk.  Her lovely lips moved as
she spoke into the phone.  He could make out her nipples through the
blouse and bra she wore.  He slipped up behind her and leaned across
her shoulders.  Her cleavage was unstable as she moved her shoulders
back so he'd get a better view. She smiled up at him and licked her
lips as she spoke to someone apparently chasing a Purchase Order.

He could easily make out his control symbols imposed on her
personality.  Yesterday, he'd been pretty clumsy with the process,
but today he could see more subtle paths to manipulate the responses.
He spent a few minutes adjusting her view of him as her secret lover,
and her assumptions about what he was entitled to do. Of course, he
left the control that she'd forget about all this when not with him.

He looked around. Her low cubical walls wouldn't hide much, but no one
was around. He slid his hand inside and down the back of her skirt,
slipping a finger into the crack of her ass. She frantically looked
around to reassure herself no one was watching, but kept talking on the
phone.

After fingering Fran for a moment, with the delight catches in her
breath while she spoke on the phone, Bob decided they should retire to
a more private location.  He scribbled a note, 'when you get free,
call me'. Before he left he gently palmed both of her breasts and
tweaked the nipples, this elicited a moan she had to cover the phone
to conceal. She looked at the note and nodded.

He wanted to take her right there while she was on the phone, those
big tits were so damned tempting, and the idea of putting her through
the paces while talking on the phone really turned him on. He would
wait though until she called. He went back to his desk.

Shortly the phone rang.  Fran for certain.

"Hiya," nope it was Betty. "I need to you remember to get some glue
for that project I'm working on."

"Right, uh, Betty could you come by on Saturday instead of tomorrow
night," he had completely forgotten their date, "something came up."

"Well, if you say so, what's doing?"

"Um, I gotta see Ben," yeah that's it, "He's goinghe morning then.
Ta!"  Click!

Before he could pin down when she'd come by, she'd disconnected. Shit.

He wasn't sure he wanted to adjust her to conceal knowledge of his new
pets.  He was beginning to suspect the adjustments should be much more
subtle than he'd managed so far... then the phone range again.

"Hello?"

"Bob, this is Fran," she didn't sound too busy to provide the service
he needed now. "Why am I supposed to call you?"

Ooops, he thought.

"We're supposed to meet this afternoon." he waited with concern.

"Why?, I don't handle purchases for your group any more. And there's
nothing on this note to indicate we were to meet."

Bob suppressed a rising panic.  The symbols had failed to hold! Wait!
the instructions she was given were valid when they were together! She
just didn't see them being together right now, so of course she was
forgetting everything.  He tried to reach out over to her through the
phone.  All he could sense was a wisp of the symbols, and even that
wasn't over the phone, it was through the building... What to do?

"Tell you what, I'll come to your desk and explain it to you."

"That'll do, bring the paperwork for whatever this is about, and we'll
figure out who should really be taking care of you." click! He'd show
her who should take care of him!

"Hey Randi," he called across to the brunette. She looked up, somewhat
apprehensive, remembering her unwilling pleasure that morning. "Look
after my phone for a while, I'm going to see someone in purchasing."

She nodded. For the sake of the leisure fun of it he inserted a
suggestion in her to slip off to the woman room to masturbate again,
thinking of course of him. He stopped at her desk a moment, long
enough to see her eyes pick up the lustful droop and her nipples
harden up in response.  She looked up at him.

"Oh no," she had a bit of panic as well as lust in her voice, "Bob,
its happening again" this last she whispered, but followed with a
moan.

"Maybe you better go to the can for some privacy this time, whore."

She scrambled to her feet and started down the corridor.  He could
see her buns squeezing together in spasms of anticipation.

When he got to Fran's desk, she had on a pair of glasses and was
gripping a pencil between her luscious lips as she typed at her
terminal.  Seeing him, her eyes widened, the pencil dropped, and she
reached up to take off the glasses.

"Leave them on," he told her, "they look sexy. Now, why don't you get
us a nice private conference room for the next hour." She smiled,
nodded and started calling the secretary that booked the conference
rooms.

While she did this Bob concentrated on another problem.  He needed to
implant some code that he could use on the phone to get her attention.
He did so, using a phrase that would seem to make sense to anyone
that overheard, "purchase order 002x". Fit her job, somewhat, but bore
no resemblance to a real PO number.

He saw several other people working in her area now, so he would have
to wait until they reached the conference room to play.  Bob clasped
his hands behind his back and waited patiently.  Soon Fran's phone
calls came up with a private site.

"Mr Gunderson is out of town today. His secretary took the day off
and his office is listed as available to the end of the day. I took
the liberty of reserving it for the rest of the day..." She looked to
him for approval.

"I'll meet you there in 5 minutes." as he walked away, she cleaned up
the task she'd been working on before he'd gotten to her.

The walk to Gunderson's office took him past the women's room. He
paused and listened.  He could hear Randi clearly making herself come
again. She was talking to herself though, "fuck that bastard, how dare
he use me like that, uhnng! uhnnng! uhnng!, who does, uhnng!, he think
he is?...unhhnhg!! God he was good!, nnnng  unnggg innna aaaaah!"

He pulled open the door and called in, "Only a whore makes so much
noise, right Randi?"

"uhnhhg!," came the response.

He continued on.

When he got to Gunderson's office one of the other secretaries
unlocked the door for him. She was familiar, but he'd no idea who she
was. Nice legs, he thought, I like the twinkle in her eyes. Behave, he
told himself, Franhe hall now.  She'd left her
glasses on, nice touch.  Her legs were visible from the knees down.
Today she had on a short skirt, a fairly flimsy white blouse, and the
nicest red high heel shoes.  He reflected a moment on how nice Fran's
legs looked while she wore high heels. Come to think of it, she had
some really attractive ankles too.  Good choice of toy, even if he'd
selected her as much by accident as anything else.

She stepped into the office ahead of him, snarling a little. "yes,
this should do." With a wave of her hand she dismissed the secretary,
who wandered down to the desk at the end of the hall as he watched.

"You can't have both of us you know," he heard her say. If only she
knew. Of course he could. But he was going to wait until he had this
power under complete control before he added anyone else to his toy
chest.

He stepped in and closed the door.

"Darling, I could hardly wait to see you again." She stepped forward
assuming perfectly her role as secret lover. "Do you still like what
you see?" Her face smoothly adopted an approval begging pout. Her
tongue licking her lips, with anticipation.  She brushed back a wisp
of silky blond hair and sulkily drew her fingers down her neck, along
her collar bone to the valley between her boobs. Then she traced a
path with her her palm over the right tit, finishing by drawing her
hand down the sleek side of her body to her hip.

She stood in the middle of a large office with drawn blinds, a big
clean oak desk, and to one side was a couch suitable to the exercise
they would soon perform. The lush carpeting made the room very still.
He appreciated that immediately.

He walked around her slowly, admiring her large bust, and tight tush.
She stood posed for him, arms at her side palms out, elbows in. Her
long slender legs were only slightly parted, with her left knee bent
as though she was waiting for a photographer.

"Remain standing like that." He felt somewhat inspired by this goddess
vision before him. Her tits thrust forward so the little points and
the surrounding circles of her nipples stood out through her blouse
and bra. With a single finger he reached out to the left breast and
flicked the tip offered to him. The nipple rose further against the
restraining cloth.

"ooohh," she licked her lips again as her eyes faded to passion.
Whispering she uttered, "god, I love your touch."

"Move an inch and I'll have to punish you." Stepping behind her, he
hiked up her dress to her waist. He could see the cheeks of her ass
twitching from the hairsbreadth contact he'd made.  Her breath caught
as he traced circles lazily on her right cheek over her panties.

"I don't like you wearing underwear when we meet." She flushed red for
a moment.

"Yes, lover. I'll remember to take them off before we meet next time."
He smiled at her response.

"And perhaps you should refer to me as Master, rather than Lover."

"But Bob," he waved her to silence.

"NO buts!, what I say goes, do we understand each other?"

"Yes master." She smiled but kept her stance as he had commanded
earlier.

Pulling the elastic of her panties and stockings back, he slid his
right hand down along the crack between her ass cheeks.  Standing at
her left shoulder he could see her chin quiver with excitement at his
touch.

"What do we have here, toy?" She shuddered at this description of her
station.

"My ass.... master." Her head started to droop to her chest, but she
remembered before he said anything. Her head snapped back up, but her
eyes remained faded away as he touched her. He began to work his
middle finger into her asshole.  She squeaked.

"Master, no I, uh, I don't like being touched there." She remained
true to her instructions but a strong apprehensive look came over her
face.  Bob reached out with the I need to
coooommee...."

Still standing poised as though for a picture, Fran looked delectable
this way. All Bob had was two knuckles up her ass, yet she was visibly
shaking, having a hell of a time keeping her breasts jutting out and
hands open and out at her side.  He could see her legs trying to raise
and drop her bottom onto his teasing finger, as she also tried to
squeeze her thighs together to get relief for her crotch as well.  He
rather enjoyed the way her tongue kept trying to hang from the corners
of her mouth, and the bobbing motion her head had begun to make.

He withdrew his finger.

continued in part 3