Return-path: <suelmann@shea.forwiss.uni-passau.de> Date: Sat, 10 May 1997 14:36:31 +0200 From: Michael Suelmann <suelmann@forwiss.uni-passau.de> Subject: 202 To: Ole.Joe@poboxes.com Check our new domain names! http://www.netforward.com v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v MRWADE.202 BY MASTER WADE To or Not To That is The Question Jerry Meador turned the TV off and cursed under his breath. Sexual discrimination was all you heard about on the news anymore. Jerry believed in equal rights for women. He was an attorney, after all, and the protection of individual rights was part of his life's work. But Jerry also had a thing for receptionists and secretaries. One of the things he liked most about being a lawyer was having them around, and he very much disliked the feeling that his appreciation of their physical beauty could wind up involving him in a lawsuit. Attractive young women seemed to be drawn to the atmosphere of a law office, and Jerry certainly had no trouble in hiring good looking secretarial employees. There was a considerable amount of turnover at times, but that wasn't all bad either. In fact, Jerry enjoyed the hiring process almost as much as the rest of it. All this talk of sexual discrimination was complicating things, however, and Jerry wasn't pleased. He had interviews scheduled for the following day, in fact, and even now he found himself growing tense as he considered the new difficulties he faced. He seldom hired anyone based solely on their looks, but he always allowed that to be a big factor in his choices. What good was it, though, to hire a good looking girl if you had to treat her like she was your mother? The following day, as Jerry entered his office, he found the waiting area already full of young ladies who had applied for the two positions he was filling. His mouth watered as he looked around the room at them, all so eager, all of them so fresh and lovely. Jerry sat at his desk and pulled out the list of questions he usually asked those who applied for positions in his firm. Perhaps it was time to add another question to the list. He pushed the intercom button on his phone and ask his secretary to send the first applicant in. The girl entered and sat across from Jerry. She was a very attractive brunette, dressed professionally, with excellent posture. Her eyes sparkled with youthful enthusiasm. Jerry went through the normal questions, allowing himself the luxury of looking the young woman over as she answered them. Her body was above average. She was of average height with full breasts and nicely shaped legs. There was a wedding ring on her left hand. "How do you feel about sexual discrimination in the workplace?", Jerry asked, wondering if this new question would provide any answers that would be meaningful. "It is a very big concern for all women," the young woman said, her back stiffening. "I'm just grateful that I am able to apply for work in the legal field where it isn't the problem that it can be in other lines of work." Jerry shook his head in agreement and concluded the interview. That was exactly what he was afraid she would say. He saw several more young ladies, asking them all the same questions and getting pretty much the same responses. The fifth applicant of the day was a young blonde, taller than average, with the sort of body that begged to be displayed in a bikini. Jerry found it difficult to pay much attention to her responses. Her long legs demanded his attention, and if the girl minded that, she certainly didn't show it. She crossed and uncrossed them sensuously all during the interview, her shorter than average skirt rising to make the view even more tantalizing. He almost hated to ask the last and final question, but he had to know her response. "How do you feel about sexual discrimination in the workplace?", he asked, crossing his fingers behind his desk. "I think it's all really blown out of proportion, don't you?", she asked, smiling. "I mean...it's as if women don't want men to notice they're women anymore, isn't it? Whenever men and women are going to work together there is going to be sexual tension in the workplace, but who would want it any other way? I just think it's all pretty silly." Jerry pushed the intercom button again and told his secretary to have the other applicants come back the following day. One position had just been filled. "I agree entirely," he said, relaxing noticably. "This room was full of sexual tension as soon as you walked in, and I certainly wasn't disappointed or upset by that." "That's my point. I wanted to appeal to you. Otherwise I would have worn a long dress so that you couldn't see my legs." "I'm glad you didn't do that," he said, grinning. "I very much enjoy having attractive women work for me, but not if I have to feel guilty about looking at them." "Well, you don't have to feel guilty about looking at me," she said, crossing her legs again and bending over toward him slightly. "I like being looked at. Do your other office girls mind you looking at them?" "They don't seem to, no. At least if they mind, they don't say so." "What else don't they mind?", she asked, one corner of her mouth lifting to make her smile a knowing one. "I'm not sure I know what you mean," Jerry replied. He knew, alright, but he wanted to hear her say it. "Do they mind if you make passes at them in the office?" "Oh. Well, I wouldn't want to comment on these present employees. In the past some have not minded at all and others have preferred that I not do that." "Those who minded must have been married. I can't imagine the single girls minding," she said, crossing her legs again. "I'm single, by the way." Jerry's smile broadened. That was as close to an open invitation as he had ever heard before. The intercom crackled. "You have court at Eleven, Mr. Meador," his secretary said. "Thank you, Jean," he replied. What a shame. "I will look forward to you working for us...," he looked at the application again, "Anne. You may start tomorrow if you like." "Thank you, Mr. Meador. I'll see you tomorrow morning then," she said, rising and walking toward the door. "Oh...is what I'm wearing today acceptable office attire? I don't want to wear anything too revealing." "You have excellent tastes in clothes, Anne. I'll let you know if anything is unacceptable." The following morning Jerry arrived at work in a much more optimistic frame of mind. There were a few more interviews scheduled for the other position, but the sexual discrimination question seemed to be working well thus far. He was looking forward to seeing Anne again too. He arrived early, but Anne was there waiting to be let in when he got there. It would be a bit before the others came, and having no one to begin Anne's training, he invited her into his office. "I'm really excited about my new job," she said. "I thought about it all last night and almost couldn't get to sleep I was so excited." She sat down across from him just as she had the day before. If anything this dress was a bit shorter than the other one, and Jerry found himself becoming immediately aroused. "Do the girls who work for you ever tell you that they fantasize about you?", she asked, running her hand up and down her calf. "Not too often, no," he said, smiling, "but that would be very flattering to hear, of course." "I fantasized about you last night. Would you like to hear my fantasy?" "Yes, I think so," Jerry replied. "Well, in my fantasy I have this overwhelming compulsion to expose myself to you. I want to stand in front of you and take off all my clothes and let you see me up close naked." "That's delightful," Jerry said, his throat tightening. Anne stood up and walked to the side of his desk. She began unbuttoning the buttons on her dress, her eyes locked on his. "In my fantasy I just can't help myself," she said, her fingers working the buttons. "I just have to let you see it all...and you let me...you just let me strip, right in your office." Jerry cleared his throat. "Yes, I'm sure I did. I can't imagine stopping you." Anne pulled the dress open, revealing the dark blue bra and panties underneath. She shrugged her shoulders and the dress fell off, landing in a puddle at her feet. "Somehow it isn't enough for me to merely show myself to you in my fantasy," she said, unfastening her bra and letting her ripe young breasts fall out. Her nipples were long and hard, her breasts white and smooth. "It isn't enough to just let you see...I have to play with myself while you watch." Her hands moved to her breasts and she rubbed her palms lightly across her nipples, her tongue licking at her lips, her eyes clouded and focused on Jerry. One hand slid down her flat stomach, her fingers disappearing under the band of the silk panties. Her head fell back, her eyes closing, a small gasp coming from her mouth. The thumb and forefinger of her left hand grasp one of her nipples and pinched it. The blue silk front of the panties rose and fell as the fingers underneath them played. Anne moaned and her eyes opened. She looked at Jerry again, seeing the erection pressing at his slacks. "In my fantasy you slide my panties off while I'm touching myself," she said, stopping and waiting for him to do just that. Jerry slid his chair nearer and took the small silk panties in his fingers, working them down her hips, exposing her hand and the mangled crop of pubic hair trapped under it. He slid them down her beautiful tanned legs. Anne raised her feet one at a time, allowing him to remove them from her. His gaze moved back up her legs and he watched as she slid first one and then two fingers into herself. "You watch me play, as if you are quite content just to watch, but I want more than that," she said, her eyes glazed with lust. "My fingers work inside me, but they are too small. It's you that I want inside me. It's you that I want to fuck." She moved her hips now, fucking back at her fingers. Jerry touched himself through his pants, and he began working his zipper down. "You take it out, knowing how much I want it inside me," Anne said, her eyes moving to his crotch. "It's big and thick and hard, and I want it so much that my knees are growing weak." Jerry worked his stiff cock free and stroked it with his hand as he continued watching her. "I turn, so that my ass is pointing at you," she says, doing exactly that. "It's the first time you've seen my ass and the backs of my thighs and you like what you see. I step back and I sit on your lap, reaching between my legs to hold you so that I can slide myself down onto you." Her hand took his cock and pointed it straight up as she lowered herself, her back to him. Anne moaned again as Jerry's cock slid deeply into her warm pussy. She put her hands on her knees at first, bobbing her wellshaped ass up and down slowly on him as he supported her, his hands on her waist. Then she lowered herself totally into his lap, allowing his cock to enter her fully, and leaned back, putting one arm around his shoulders. Jerry took her left breast in one hand and lay the other on her naked thigh. Her right breast was just in front of his face, her nipple begging to be sucked. She turned a bit more, pushing it toward him until he could take it between his lips. Anne worked her hips in his lap, grinding down on his throbbing cock, moving herself in small circles, her clinging lips milking his dick. Jerry's lips suckled her breast, her hard little nipple thick against his tongue. She worked him faster, passion building inside her. She felt his body tense and his hips rise, pushing himself into her, his own orgasm growing nearer and nearer. Suddenly he sucked more of her tit into his mouth and his body locked up, his cum spurting into her depths. She moved quickly, pushing the upper part of herself at his jerking cock, willing her own orgasm to flow through her. Her hand flew to her mouth and she bit down on it, stifling the cries of pleasure that poured from her. When it was over, Anne stood and held his cock to prevent it from soiling his pants. She knelt in front of him and cleaned him with her mouth before tucking him back in and zipping him up. She kissed him gently on the mouth and then began sliding her clothes back on. Jerry watched her dress wordlessly, still somewhat in shock by how delightfully his morning had begun. "Amazing," he said, finally finding some words to express his pleasure, "a girl who can fuck like that and type too. Who would have believed it?" "Type?" Anne asked, buttoning her dress. "You have to be able to type for this job?" Jerry laughed out loud. "Well, if you had asked me that yesterday I would have said yes, but right now I don't think that's really one of the major requirements." "That's good to hear," Anne said, grinning and wiping the corners of her mouth with her fingers, "I'd hate to be discriminated against on the basis of a skill that common." "Oh, I agree," Jerry said, smiling broadly. "I couldn't agree more." The End The entire Master Wade series of erotica may be found on Wade's World BBS, (703) 694-5460, ansi terminal emulation, 8,N,1, 12009600 baud.