From rsboy@far.away Tue May 06 19:27:43 1997 Path: news1.infoave.net!news-dc-10.sprintlink.net!news-east.sprintlink.net!news-dc-26.sprintlink.net!news-peer.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!Sprint!feed1.news.erols.com!europa.clark.net!newsfeeds.sol.net!uniserve!van-bc!ott.istar!news.istar.net!news.nstn.ca!thor.atcon.com!not-for-mail From: rsboy@far.away (WinniePooh) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Life Before Tony (f/f) Date: Tue, 06 May 1997 23:27:43 GMT Organization: Auracom Internet Services Lines: 246 Message-ID: <5ko0ic$6tu$1@thor.atcon.com> Reply-To: rsboy@far.way NNTP-Posting-Host: 205.250.71.97 X-Newsreader: Forte Free Agent v0.55 It's been really difficult to get access to this damn computer. Tony's always on it writing stories about the many interesting sexual adventures we've had in our brief, but wonderful relationship. Yes, it's true, I DO have a thing for pornographic films, and I DO have a thing for licking pussy and I DO have a thing for being fucked roughly and treated like the nympho-slut I really am. I realize I'm an exception to the rule these days in regards to women. What can I say? I LOVE sex and all things related. I am me...I am Suzanne. Before I met Tony, I wasn't lost in a convent although he makes it seem that way. I DID have a sex-life and it was a good one. I had my own share of events that I will not forget, many nights of kinky sex and orgasms and there a few things that not even Tony will know about. Things that are mine and mine alone. Let me share one of these stories with you....I just hope it's one that I've already told Tony...if not, I have some explaining to do. When I graduated from university two years ago, I was VERY excited about getting my first job in the "real world". No more working part-time at the local "Jeans Palace" or "Quickie-Video" store. I wanted to be a "career woman". I wanted the nice clothes, the cool car, and the ability to go shopping and on trips to exotic places. Finally graduating was such a liberating feeling. It felt like I was FINALLY an adult, FINALLY in charge of my OWN life and finally on the road to being the independent woman I wanted to be. The guy I was seeing at the time, Shawn, was still an immature adolescent. All he wanted to do was drink with the guys, drive around in his souped up car, and fuck me whenever he got bored. He treated me badly, but at the time, I didn't really know myself so I stuck with him and besides I had just found the joys of masturbation. I really didn't need much from him. That was all about to change. I found "career hunting" NOT as enjoyable as I thought it was going to be. I learned that my degree didn't guarantee me employment, especially in the economically depressed area where I was living. I learned to deal with rejection, and my outlook was not so sunny. I started taking my frustration out on my family, friends and boyfriend...although, it wasn't like he noticed. One day, at around 4:45 PM, I walked into this small Lawyer's firm downtown "Miller & Miller. I had my resume in hand and a couple of sore feet from pounding the pavement all day. The office had a reception area, a small hall and only two other offices. The furniture, desks and equipment all looked expensive so the firm appeared successful. Apparently, the receptionist was nowhere to be seen so I just sat down in a comfortable chair in the small lobby, waiting for someone to come out of either of the offices. I heard voices coming from the door on the left, one male and one female. It sounded like an argument. I thought that maybe I had picked a bad time to come here looking for a job so I decided to call it a day, picked up my portfolio and got up to leave. Just as I was about to leave, the office door opened and a 30-something woman walked out, red-faced and obviously a bit angry. "Oh", she said..."I didn't know anyone was here. My secretary forgot to lock up for the day". "I'm sorry", I said apologetically, "I didn't know you were closed. I can come back tomorrow if you wish". I really wouldn't have minded coming back the next day after the day I'd had. "No..that's OK, I think I'm going to delay going home tonight anyway", the woman said taking a glance back into the office. "My name is Chery Miller, and that grumpy old poop in the office is my husband Brad , what can I do for you?" She smiled and gently shook my hand. "Well, actually, I've just been out canvasing the local businesses and handing my resume out, I'm wondering if you have any positions open", I said awkwardly. God I hate looking for work, I thought. "Well, you're timing is perfect", Cheryl said "We're about to get ourselves a new receptionist. I've had it with that slutty, whore secretary, pardon my french". Come step into my office. I allowed the taller woman to walk in front of me. She had long, black,hair much like my own. She obviously took care of herself and took pride in her appearance. The business suit she was wearing was obviously of high quality. It was black with grey trim and she had long legs, covered in black silk stockings. I followed her into her office, she sat behind a large oak desk, in a huge black chair and motioned for me to sit across from her. "OK, ms......?" "Long", I started "Suzanne Long", I said giving a smile. "OK, Ms. Long, nice to meet you. Now what kind of position were you looking for?" Cheryl asked. Just as I was about to begin my "job asking routine", Cheryl's husband abruptly knocked on the door. "Sorry Ms", he apoloized knowing he had interrupted "Cheryl, I'm leaving now..do you want me to lock up?" he asked his wife. Cheryl looked at him in the eyes, piercing him. Her cheekbones blushed with a hint of anger but it went away as she gained control. "Yes, lock the door. I'll talk to you tomorrow" she said matter-of-factly" "Tomorrow?" her husband began questioningly. "Just go" Cherly said sharply. Brad Miller looked very small all of a sudden. When I first saw him, I thought that he was a very attractive older man, in shape with flecks of gray in his hair. Now, he looked very small, like a child with his hand caught in a cookie jar. Without saying a word, he closed Cheryl's office door and left. After I heard the outside door latch, I looked over to see Cheryl completely lose it, tears running down her face in huge sobs. Her hands went to cover her face. "I'm sorry to do this in front of a stranger" she said gaining control of herself. " I just don't have the strength to get up and excuse myself. Besides, there was nowhere in this little place I could go where you couldn't hear me". "It's OK" I said, feeling completely awkward and out of place. "Are you sure you don't want me to come back at another time?" "No..you're here now and besides if you did get a job with us, you'd have to learn to deal with these sort of outbursts". I wasn't completely sure what she meant but I was beginning to ask myself if I'd really WANT to work in a place like this, with this unstable couple. Cheryl quickly and professional composed herself. "OK..that was bad, I'm sorry. You're a woman, you must understand that men can be assholes right?" I pictured Shawn, driving drunk, risking both our lives and then passing out after a pathetic attempt at sex. "Oh yeah..been there done that", I said quickly. This must have struck Cherly as funny for she laughed heartedly. Her laugh was contagious and I giggled along with her. "Thanks", she said, " I needed that. That took a lot of the tension away." Cheryl then reached into the bottom drawer of her desk and pulled out a bottle of something that looked like Brandy and two glasses. "I only save this for special occasions or after I've won a big case, would you like a glass? I promise not to judge you if you accept or not", Cheryl suggested. I thought about the day I'd had and thought I could use a little relaxer. "Sure, thank you", I responded. Cheryl poured two glasses, gave me one, and drank hers in one gulp, filled it, slugged it down again, and filled a third. "Whoa" I thought to myself as I took a small mouthful of mine. Cheryl and I talked about business for about 20 minutes as she contined to drink the brandy. I had also had two glasses. She told me her story since graduation, about her marriage to Brad, the opening of their business and about how life was not all she thought it would be when she was walking around looking for work as I was that day. "I know you're dying to know what happened here this afternoon, aren't you?" Cheryl asked surprisingly, obviously buzzing from the alcohol. "Umm..it's not really any of my business" I replied although I WAS dying for details. "Well..I'll tell you anyway" Cheryl began. Obviously she was looking for someone to talk to. "I was in Toronto this morning closing a settlement that ended 3 days before it was supposed to. I caught an early flight back here looking forward to surprising Brad. I got here an hour ago and found our door locked. I used my key, opened the door and that's when I heard it. I heard the unmistakable sound of people fucking. I looked around and did the math. Brad was fucking Olivia, our blonde, dizzy bombshell of a secretary in his office. I opened his door silently and can you believe this? They didn't even HEAR or Notice me. He had her bent over the desk, his dick in her pussy and was fucking her doggy style". Cheryl was obviously now drunk and giving me probably more detail than she wanted too. "I watched them for about 5 minutes, Suzanne....I watched him grunt and grown. I watched him pull out and shoot his load all over her back and in her hair. I heard him sigh and say that she was the best he'd ever had. I watched her turn around and suck the rest of his cum off his dick while she squeezed those beautiful big tits of hers. I finally cleared my throat and they both looked up shocked. I told the slutty bitch to get out and I've been telling that fucker husband of mine off ever since". I listened intently and the details of the story was making me wet. I had images of Brad and a beautiful girl fucking. My imagination was always vivid. These people were strangers to me, so although I was feeling for Cheryl, the whole event was arousing. I started drifting away and then Cheryl's voice brought me back. " .........turning you on". "Excuse me?" I said blushing. "This story is turning you on isn't it?" Cherly asked bluntly. I was now the one caught red handed. I decided to lie. "No..I was just thinking of how you must have been feeling". I hoped that would do. "I was feeling what you're feeling now Suzanne" Cherly said. " I was damn turned on. I've let Brad fuck women all the time as long as I was there and I could take part. This was the first time he's done it behind my back....that's what hurts". I was shocked by Cheryl's confession and definately speechless. "You see Suzanne...I'm bi-sexual. I LOVE a hard cock more than anything, but I also love the taste of pussy and the thought of sucking a woman's tits. I'm also a little pissed off that Brad got to Olivia before I did". I was now reeling from all of this honesty and definitely blushing. I was also extremely aroused. I could feel my nipples pressing against my blouse and I was squirming in my seat feeling my wetness move around inside me. "I want to pay him back Suzanne". Cherly stated. "Well, have you ever been with another woman without him present?" I asked feeling suddenly brave and naughty. "No..it's always been an intimate things with us" Cherly responded. "Well, I think your opportunity to get payback is now". I said. The Brandy was having it's way with me and I was damn horny. I stood up out of my seat and seductively walked over to the attractive woman on the other side of the desk. I stood in front of her, and slowly unzipped my skirt, letting it fall to the floor revealing a pair of tiny, blue lace panties. Cheryl just stared. I hoped she was interested but I was at the point where I didn't care. This day, this story and this scene was just too much for me. I was going to cum today. I was going to pay attention to my pussy. I knew better than to resist. I slowly ran my fingers around the top elastic of my panties and then let my finger go down inside. I slowly ran into right along the entire length of my slit..from my pubic mound, down across my swollen clit and finally into my hot, warm pussy. I sighed and noticed Cheryls' hand moving along the inside of her knee. I decided that since she was taking advantage of me by making me listen to her problem, I was going to take advantage of her in this situation. "Cheryl, sit back in your chair and move your hips forward". Cheryl paused just for a second but did what I asked, sliding forward until she was slouched in her chair. "Pull up your skirt so I can see your pussy". Cheryl pulled her skirt up, revealing a pair of garters and a pair of black, lace panties that were completely soaked. "Take off those panties". Cheryl slowly slid her panties down over her stockings as my fingers wandered around in my pussy. I was sooo hot and I was close to cumming. This scene was too much. "Cheryl, I want you to finger yourself with me, right now. I want you to feel the pleasure of an orgasm with me". With that, I removed my panties and sat on the corner of her desk, my pussy not 2 feet from her face. I fingered myself roughly, pushing hard on my clit and digging fingers up inside me. Cheryl was doing the same and moaning. We were both really close. "Tell me you want to lick me" I told Cheryl. She was loving this. " I want to lick you Suzanne". "Tell me you want to make me cum" "I want to make you cum". "Then do it" I said strongly, pulling Cheryl's head into my pussy. I felt her tongue aggressively start lapping at my pussy, it darting across my clit and all over my labia. I was so close. I reached behind her as she was leaning forward in her chair and pulled her skirt up revealing her ass. As she was licking me, I pulled her close so my hand could go behind her. I spanked her ass and ran my fingers all over her wet pussy. From that position, with her head in my twat and my hand on her clit from the back, I knew we were both going to cum. "Fuck me fast you bitch" I said feeling REALLY aggressive and really brave. Her tongue moved faster and her hands reached up and squeezed my tits through my blouse. My hand moved faster on her clit and my other hand squeezed the cheeks of her ass. Within moments we both came, HARD at almost the exact same time. We stayed like that for moments. Her head between my legs and me leaning over her back as we felt our orgasms subside. She sat back in her chair, exhausted but smiling. "The position's yours" Cheryl said smiling. "Which position?" I smiled back. "What way do you want me now?" I said seductively. It's funny, Brad never saw Cherly that night...and Shawn never saw me.