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A Date With Alice (MF, rom, work)
by HenryG (spykke_jones@hotmail.com)
***
I get to date the office iceberg.
***
This was one of my first stories posted at White Shadow
and, judging from the comments I received, one of my
best. After two years I've reviewed and edited it,
changing the emphasis. This is now much more the story I
should have written the first time.
*** Chapter 1
My name is Mike Stevens. No-one special, just the son of
a barrow boy from the east end of London. Dad was the
last of a long family line of operators of the "Stevens'
Eels" barrow. Every day he'd be out on the streets from
dawn till evening selling his range of culinary delights
- jellied eels, pies, cockles, whelks and pies with
liquor. He worked his arse off for not a lot of cash but
he was the salt of the earth, a real local character. He
was also a great dad. On a Saturday he'd take me to see
the home games at the Arsenal and we always got on great.
You may have noticed that I said, "The last in the family
line." Well I broke the chain. Sure I'm still a barrow
boy of sorts but I tout my trade in the stock exchange
instead of behind a barrow. To tell you the truth, it's a
nice little earner.
You know I'm really just an ordinary sort of a guy.
Twenty-five years old without any ties (so far I've
avoided the tender trap of marriage), a nice little job
in a bank in the city of London and a BMW outside my
Notting Hill Gate flat. I'm an accounts manager in a
well-known bank. My basic pay is about quarter a mill but
it's the annual bonuses, which make the job worth having.
Last year my total earnings were a mill and a half - not
bad eh?
My old man and ma are well chuffed with me - they should
be, I bought 'em a place in the rebuilt docklands - a
nice little place near Tower Bridge costing a snip at a
mill. I got a sister as well. She has a little flat in
Bayswater which I bought her.
You know it's important to look after family. You don't
know how important they are until they've gone. While my
cash is nice, it's even better to give it to your loved
ones.
In the office there are five of us - all male, young,
well off and randy. Life revolves very sweetly around
earning a wad and then spending it on fast cars, smart
holidays and pulling the birds. In fact there's a sort of
running competition between our little band of five to
see who can pull the best birds. When a new female joins
the office it's almost all out war to see who gets into
her pants first.
The girls here are great and most are up for it if push
comes to shove but it's the new meat that keeps the
interest up - if you get my drift. By the way, if you are
politically correct and find my views unacceptable, tough
- get a life. Lots of birds I know have great minds but
where they really perform is between the sheets. A lot of
women say that men only think with what they have in
their pants. That may be true but none of the birds I've
shagged have ever complained about the size of my
intellect!
Back to my tale. The start of my decline was heralded one
day when the section manager announced that his personal
secretary (a nice little number with 38DD tits, a cunt
like the grand canyon and a very generous nature) was in
the family way and was leaving to get married. What
surprised me was that it wasn't any of our gang of five
to blame - we had all given her cunt a good whitewashing
in the past. Apparently the forthcoming event was the
result of a little "how's your father?" with a Greek
waiter.
Her replacement was joining the bank the next week.
Immediately bets were on and chat-up lines were being
rehearsed - who would be first to give her a thorough
reaming.
*
The next Monday she arrived - a small but nicely rounded
chick with black hair pulled back in a bun and round
rimless glasses. She was dressed in a severe grey suit
with a skirt down to her knees. She was quite pretty if
you could see past her obvious disguise. All attempts by
the guys to attract her interest were rebuffed with a
cold stare. She was going to be a challenge. Her name was
Alice Morgan.
Bad luck would have it that I had to go to Japan on
business the following week and it looked like I would
lose the race to conquer Alice. It looked like I would be
losing a few quid on the bets I had laid but such was
life.
*
The trip to Japan worked out very well. I closed a couple
of deals which netted me close to half a mill in
commission and I had a very enjoyable time in a number of
very select geisha houses. You know there's something
about a slim Japanese woman which turns me on every time.
When I returned to the office two weeks later I expecting
to hear how Alice had been given a thorough porking by
one of the guys. To my amazement the guys were walking
around like whipped dogs. The story was the same from all
of them - all attempts to persuade Alice into bed had
failed miserably. None had even got her out on a date. It
was pathetic to see such fine figures of men beaten into
submission. Time for me to show them whose boss!!
I got one of the girls to let me see Alice's her
personnel file - it's surprising what the offer of dinner
and a good poking will get you. All I found out was that
she was 24, unmarried and liked horse riding and
classical music. Not much to go on, particularly when you
consider that nearest I get to a horse is in the betting
shop.
OK, not much to work with so music it had to be. A couple
of years before I had had a relationship with a cello
player in the London Symphony Orchestra. Apart from
fucking my brains out, she taught me a fair bit about
music.
As luck would have it, the promenade concerts were about
to start. (for those of you not from the UK, the
promenade concerts are a series of concerts held in the
Royal Albert Hall in London during the summer months) A
quick look at the program gave me my lead. The next
Saturday there was a concert of English music including
Elgar's Enigma Variations and Delius' Brigg Fair - both
guaranteed to bring a tear of happiness to the eye of the
most hard hearted Brit. Here was the key to her pants.
Using a contact I obtained two tickets and with a tap on
the door slipped into Alice's office. Putting on my most
innocent expression I launched my attack. "Er, excuse me
Alice, I wonder if you can help me out?," I began. "I
have two tickets for the Saturday promenade concert but
my sister, who was going with me, has had to call it off.
You look like the only person in the office who would
appreciate the concert, would you be interested in
coming?"
"You do surprise me, Mr. Stevens," she replied coldly, "I
thought you were only interested in drink and sex." She
had already heard about my reputation and she was smart
enough to realize why the guys had all tried to date her.
This wasn't going to be easy. I sat down.
"There is a lot of truth in what you say," I replied. "My
social life is perhaps excessively decadent to most but I
do actually have interests that I don't announce to
everyone at office," (maybe an insulted and hurt response
would help). "Anyway, if you're not interested never mind
I'll find some else who might enjoy a cultural evening."
and I turned to leave.
As my had reached for the door, she spoke again in a
rather warmer tone. "Actually I would love to go, Delius
is one of my favorite composers."
Amazing! Round one to me. "I'll meet you outside the Hall
at eight o'clock," I replied and left.
The game was on but what tactics would work?
*** Chapter 2
My appearance was going to be all-important. I could not
risk appearing in my best "bird pulling" gear. This lady
needed stealth and cunning. Our seats were in the main
body of hall and evening dress seemed excessive. I
selected a dark blue silk suit, white shirt and navy blue
tie with a red stripe. Elegant and smart but nicely
understated.
Rather than use my turbo-charged bird pulling cologne, I
decided a subtler approach was needed for Alice. A
slightly scented face balm was employed instead after my
shower and shave. Clean smelling and slightly sexy
without being overpowering. I felt rather like a fly-
fisherman stalking a particularly nervous trout.
She looked stunning. Gone was the frumpy suit. She was
dressed in a nice little black dress which showed enough
of her ample cleavage to give me hope. Her jet-black hair
was worn loose and fell nicely over her shoulders. Gone
were the glasses. I had a hard-on in seconds. "Steady on
tiger," I murmured to myself, "don't lose the plot now."
She smiled as I said hello and I gave her a slight kiss
on the cheek - just enough to greet her without blowing
my cover. Her perfume was subtle but overwhelming.
The concert was tremendous and just as I hoped Alice
found the music nicely moving and as we left she linked
her arm in mine and leant slightly me. The next step was
tricky. "Would you like some supper?" I asked. "Mmmmm,
that would be nice," she replied. I knew this little
place in the West End which served excellent French
cuisine, and of course the owner was a good friend.
(successful seduction requires thorough planning!)
A simple nicoise salad and a steak washed down with a
choice Burgundy got us both in a mellow frame of mind. We
spoke quietly over coffee. With careful probing Alice
began to fill me in on her background. She had graduated
in English and was currently gaining experience in the
banking world. Working as a personal assistant provided
excellent experience while she decided on her next step.
She did not intend to stay as a PA for long. - she was
ambitious.
She had a small flat in Bayswater and had lived in London
for 2 years. She enjoyed the work at our bank but found
the other members of our little gang of five all rather
irritating and childish. She was amazed that they
believed that any woman would want to jump into bed with
them at the drop of a hat.
She actually commented that I was a little different and
at least I hadn't tried to put my hand on her backside
("not yet," I thought). I replied that I was grateful for
her comment and that I did try to respect other members
of staff ("you lying bastard," I again thought)
It was getting a little late and we caught a taxi to her
flat. As we stopped outside I realized that the most
crucial stage had been reached. "Mike, I really enjoyed
this evening. I have to say that I had serious doubts
over going out with you but you have been a revelation.
Your knowledge of music shows that you are not a shallow
as I first believed." she said. "Would you like to come
in for a nightcap?" Paydirt!!! I was in!!! "Yes, would
like that very much," I said, masking my excitement.
Her flat was small but very nicely furnished. Here was a
lady of style. I went through to the lounge and I sat
down on a leather sofa. It was warm and I asked if she
minded if I took of my jacket. "Go ahead," she called
from the kitchen. Soon she came in with a tray. On it was
a jug of fresh coffee and a bottle of brandy with two
snifters. She then went over to the stereo put on a
modern jazz CD and sat down on the couch next to me.
This was a serious atmosphere for chilling and soon we
were talking like old friends. Soon I noticed that the
booze was beginning to affect both of us and soon we were
sitting closely. This was the time to make my move and I
leant over and kissed her. She moaned and kissed me back.
Soon we were into some real deep kissing and I could
sense Alice becoming aroused. I took a chance and put my
hand on her knee.
She froze!
Shit, I had misplayed the game and blown it. To my
surprise, instead of pushing me away however she quietly
said " Please don't, I'm a virgin."
To say I was surprised understates things. My mind was
racing, what could I do? Then, inspiration. "That's OK, I
understand," I said in my most understanding tone, "I was
being unjustifiably presumptuous."
"Sorry but I come from a strict background and I have
always sworn that I will be a virgin on my wedding
night," she added.
Damn, my chances had gone down the pan, but I was
determined not to leave without some fun. " Do you trust
me?," I asked. "I think so," Alice replied. "OK, there
are other ways you can enjoy yourself without fucking," I
added, "Take off your skirt and tights."
Alice blushed and hesitated. After a moments thought she
stood up and nervously biting her lip took off her dress
and pulled down her tights. Her underwear was simple but
a real turn on. No, not a G-string or thong, but simple
matching cotton bra and panties.
"OK, go lie on the bed," I said, and she obeyed.
*
You should now understand that one of my talents is
giving head and Alice was about to experience all my
skills. I leant over her and kissed her navel. Her hands
instinctively went to my head to stop me but as I
continued she moaned, shivered and her hand dropped onto
the bed. I gently nibbled my way down her body to her
fleshy pubic mound. Her panties felt soft on my lips and
I could smell her musky cunt. I tried to ease her legs
apart but she resisted.
I looked up and said, "It's OK, I won't hurt you. If I do
anything you don't like just say 'No' and I will stop
immediately."
"I'm afraid I might be smelly down there." she said
blushing furiously.
"You do but it's the best smell in the world," I said.
She smiled and parted her legs. I planted a firm kiss on
her clit. Even through her panties she felt enough to
make her gasp. The gusset of her panties were damp and
slightly stained. I ran my tongue down it savouring the
slight tang of her urine and other juices.
Like many dark haired women Alice was pretty hairy and
tufts of hair poked out from the legs of her panties -
wow that was sexy. I moved my lips down her legs and
gently ran my tongue down her foot. This is a risky
strategy and can be a passion killer if the woman is
ticklish. No problem here, she loved it. I sucked gently
on each toe running my tongue between them tasting her
slight sweaty flavour. From her movements I could tell
that Alice was ready for more.
"Can I take off your panties?" I asked. Alice blushed
again and hesitated. " I promise I won't do anything you
don't want," I added - and I meant it. Giving her the
maximum pleasure was all I wanted now.
Even though my cock was fit to burst I was having too
much fun taking Alice into unknown sexual territory. (if
they ever develop a university course on fucking maybe
I'll apply for professorship) She nodded and raised her
lower body slightly. I eased down her panties and the
glory of her hairy snatch was revealed. It was
incredible.
In my experience many women find contact of their clit
too much early on in sex and prefer pressure on the area
just above it. Alice was no exception and she started to
gasp as I sucked deeply on her hairy pubis. After a while
I took her erect clit, which was surprisingly big, and
sucked into my mouth rather like a woman sucking a cock.
She nearly fell off the bed!! To give a chance to recover
I moved my tongue down and lapped at her cunt. It was
really small and I could feel her complete hymen as I
probed with my tongue.
Suddenly she spoke in a small voice. "Henry, would you
lick my bum?" You know there are some words like fuck and
arsehole which just sound crude when spoken by a woman.
Other words like bum are somehow sexier. Coming from
Alice in her small quiet voice it was almost painfully
cute. She knew what she wanted to say but was too shy to
use cruder words. "OK," I said.
She rolled over and pushed her arse towards me. Her pubic
hair extended into the darker brown pigmented area around
her anus and in the middle was her small puckered hole. I
sniffed and absorbed the slight musk from her anus and
gently licked. She reacted like a horse spooked by a
rattle snake.
My tongue had obviously hit the spot. I licked harder in
a circular motion pressing from time to time in the
centre. More and more she gasped and her anus began to
open and I pushed my tongue in and out. I've never been
turned on by shit play and I could taste the bitterness
of the smears of shit inside her sphincter but doing !
it to such a cutie wasn't too bad. I was fucking her ass
with my tongue and she pushed to meet me as my tongue
went in.
That was it, she gave a squeal and loud moan and
orgasmed. I was amazed. As she rolled over I could see
from the deep pink flush on her neck and upper chest that
her reaction was no fake. I couldn't believe that anyone
could orgasm from being rimmed but here was the evidence.
He lay back with her sigh, her eyes closed. After a
moment I realized that the booze and the orgasm must have
been too much for Alice because I realized she had
drifted off to sleep. The slight smile on her face was
enough satisfaction for me.
Gently I undid her bra, mainly because I wanted to see
her tits, and pulled the blanket over her and left the
bedroom. After adjusting my throbbing cock in my pants I
turned off the light, left the flat and walked home. I
hadn't had it my way but I didn't mind - a quick wank
later would sort out that.
*** Chapter 3
Sunday mornings are sacrosanct to me. I usually creep out
of bed around nine, shower and then spend two hours
drinking coffee and reading the paper. The next day was
no exception and I was quietly pondering the Times
crossword when the phone rang. It was Alice. She said
hello in a rather subdued voice and asked if we could
meet. The day was nice and sunny and I suggested we meet
in a small pub I know opposite Hyde Park at 12.00.
I had hardly started my first pint of ale when Alice
arrived. She was wearing a bright sun dress, her hair was
worn down and she looked pretty as a picture. I brought
her a drink and we sat in a quiet corner of the pub.
"I want to apologize for my behaviour last night," she
began.
"I don't know what you mean," I replied in confusion.
"I shouldn't have fallen asleep the way I did and left
you to let your self out." came he reply. "Also, I hope
you didn't mind doing those things I asked you to do. I
don't want you to think I'm a filthy slut."
I had enough of this. "Am I complaining?" I asked. "First
of all I was pleased to do whatever you asked and the
fact that you fell asleep makes no difference. You
enjoyment was enough for me. Certainly I've bedded more
women than the average bloke but I have made certain
every time that they all have as much if not more fun
than I had. Sex is as much about giving than taking. Last
night I gave, and it was extremely pleasurable."
I leant forward and whispered. "Did you know that you
have the tastiest pussy I've had the pleasure of
licking?"
Alice blushed deep red and gasped, putting her hand to
her mouth.
"Secondly you must learn to stop apologizing and start
enjoying yourself. There is no need for you to be shy or
embarrassed about sex." I continued in my sternest voice
rather like a father telling off his daughter. Up to now
I couldn't give a toss about a bird's feelings, only
whether she enjoyed a good fuck. Somehow with Alice
things were different.
Alice looked relieved. "Mike, I want to make amends,
would you like to come around to my flat for lunch?"
Naturally I accepted.
Lunch was a delight, salad, fresh bread, plenty of
chilled white wine. Something still bothered me about the
previous night and I came out with it.
"Alice, forgive my curiosity, but I can't believe the way
you orgasmed as I rimmed your rear"
She blushed a little and said explained how her anus had
always been her most sensitive area and how while all her
friends at school masturbated by rubbing their clits or
pushed a vibrator into their cunts, all she needed was to
push a finger or other suitable object into her ass.
Her favorite toy was a thick German candle which had a
rippled surface rather like tree bark. This was
guaranteed to bring her off. She pointed at the candle on
her table. It was huge, getting on for two inches in
diameter and about a foot long.
"How the heck do you get that inside your bum?" I asked.
Alice gave a small smile. " Practice"
Because her friends did not get the same sensations from
their asses as Alice she started to worry that she was
abnormal and became withdrawn. This has led to shyness
and the cold facade she put on at work. She had never had
a boyfriend.
I'm not a psychologist but I couldn't see that she really
had any problems. What she needed was a good dose of
reality to clear away her misplaced repression. I
explained to her that there aren't really any particular
sexual practices which are normal or abnormal. Some, such
as paedophilia are universally unacceptable, but
otherwise it's all about what turns you on and whether
you do any harm. If her ass does the business for her
then fine. No-one was entitled to judge her.
Alice suddenly said, "Henry, I want to pay you back for
last night. Stand up and take off your clothes."
Being an obedient sort of guy I did just that. Just as I
reached just my under pants Alice grabbed me and started
to tongue my navel. Wow, was that good. "Slow down," I
gasped, "I want to see you naked."
Without any hesitation Alice stripped. She looked
amazing, her tits were full but didn't sag in any way.
She had pert, dark nipples which were erect. Her dark
bush spread across her lower belly and formed a thin line
up to her navel. Before I could look further she knelt
down and started to kiss my cock through my pants. She
slowly pulled my pants down and took my cock in her
mouth. She had the softest of mouths and she gently
sucked as she moved my cock in and out of her mouth. I
groaned how good it was.
Alice stopped, looked up at me and said, "Believe it or
not, yours is the first I have ever seen or sucked. Let
me know if I'm not doing it right." And resumed her
sucking.
She certainly was a fast learner. Her tongue traced its
way to my balls and she took each one in turn into her
mouth. Her tongue continued it's way down and soon she
was greedily lapping at my anus. By this time I was
seriously ready to shoot and I thought my cock would
explode at any time. Alice eased two fingers into my ass
and gently rubbed my prostrate. At the same time she
resumed sucking my cock. This was too much and I told her
that I was about to cum.
In reply she sucked harder and my gism spurted thickly
into her mouth. He mouth filled quickly and white fluid
escaped the sides of her mouth and dripped onto her
perfect tits. She sat back, mouth full, with a look of
indecision.
"The big question is, do you spit or swallow." I
helpfully told her.
After a moment of thought she swallowed.
"That tasted good," Alice exclaimed as she licked my cock
clean. I wasn't in a fit state to reply.
Later we lay on the bed resting. Alice was slowly pushing
her finger in and out of her ass with obvious enjoyment
"Would your ass like some more attention," I asked.
"Definitely," she replied, "but I would like to try some
other things. Do you want to fuck my bum?" she asked.
"Yes please," I naturally replied.
"Let me get it ready," Alice replied with a grin. She
went into the bathroom and returned with a tube of KY.
She grabbed her candle went into the bedroom.
"Come on," he called.
By the time I had got to the bedroom Alice was lying on
the bed, legs in the air, pushing her fingers into her
well greased butt-hole.
"Put some KY on the candle, please." She asked.
I greased the candle well, gave it to her and I watch in
amazement as she eased it into her rear. Alice panted
gently as she eased inch after inch into her. For the
next couple of minutes she pushed it in and out getting
more and more exciting.
Suddenly she pulled it out giving me a first rate view of
her dilated butt hole.
"Your turn Mike." and she squatted over me and lowered
herself onto my now throbbing cock. Her anus was relaxed
and open and my cock slid easily into her. Alice gasped
loudly and pushed down until her arse pressed against my
balls. I have a pretty decent sized cock which is both
long and fat and I was surprised how easily she took it
all. "This is better than a candle," Alice grinned and
she started to ride my cock up and down. With every
stroke her gasps got louder and her face redder. I could
also feel my cock swelling. Just before I came Alice's
eyes opened wide - "I hope you don't get too much
bigger," she gasped.
We came together, Alice with loud gasps and squeals, me
with thick jets of cum into her bowels. As Alice came I
felt her gut convulse as though trying to pull me deeper
inside. The sensation was so strong that it felt as if my
own guts were being pushed out of my cock. Slowly we
subsided an Alice sat down on me so that all my cock was
deep inside her.
"Er... we have a little problem." Alice looked at me with
an expression of perplexity on her red, sweating face.
I felt a pang of apprehension.
"What problem?"
Alice saw my look of concern and laughed.
"The problem is how do I get to the bathroom without your
cum dribbling out onto the carpet."
"Hmm I see what you mean," I replied.
After a moments thought , Alice reached over to the
bedside table and picked up her wine glass. She lifted
herself off my cock and held the glass under her ass to
catch the cum as it poured out. She pushed until with a
loud fart most of the fluid poured out. She held the
glass up to look at the white juice it contained.
"I hear that man juice contains a lot of protein. I
suppose I shouldn't waste it."
Then with as much an expression of ecstasy as a
connoisseur of wine she drank my juice down and then
licked the glass clean.
"Tasty." came her response.
I hadn't seen anything like this, even in the bluest of
porn clips.
We were both pretty hot and sweaty so we slipped into the
shower for half an hour of mutual soaping. If you haven't
tried it, give it a go - it's the next best thing to all
out sex.
*** Chapter 4
Later...
We sat relaxing on the couch, drinking coffee. Never had
I felt a more complete sense of ease. With Alice I felt
that I had found everything I needed in a woman. Great
looks coupled with a element of vulnerability but also an
honest strength of character. I had feelings I had never
before felt about this woman.
Our reverie was suddenly broken by Alice.
She looked pensive. "Look Mike, I'm a little confused as
where we go from here. I don't want to pressurise you at
all but I feel there is a certain chemistry between us. I
get the impression that you're not strong on commitment
but I need to understand where we might be going. I don't
want to loose this thing we have going but I can't
compromise my beliefs concerning my virginity. What are
we going to do?"
For a guy like me whose motto was, "Ich kam, ich sah, ich
eroberte, ich bewog an." - "I came, I saw, I conquered, I
moved on", this was new territory.
For once my heart and head were in accord - this was a
real foxy lady who had everything, both physical and
cerebral, that a guy could want. I didn't want to lose
this. Finally I said something that I never thought I
would hear myself say:
"Alice, I believe I love you dearly, I think you're great
company and a wonderful person, and I respect your views.
I want nothing more than to stay with you and to continue
our relationship. Will you consider for the time being
that we continue the good work we have started and see
how it develops?"
Alice didn't speak, she just nodded with smile and kissed
me deeply.
Epilogue:
So it was agreed, we were now an item... but what about
work? I had to get the heat off Alice from the other
guys.
And so it was that when I reached work the next day I met
up with the rest of the gang of five in the smoking room.
"Any luck with Alice," was the question. "No," I replied,
" She basically told me to clear off when I asked her for
a date. I also have it on very good authority that she is
in fact a lesbian."
END
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