From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Around The World In Eight Lays (FM+, slut) [1/2]
Date: 6 Sep 1996 00:05:02 GMT

		   Around The World In Eighty Lays
				  or
		     What I Did On My Summer Job
			 (c) 1992 R.McNamara
			       Part One

Dear David,

	I just had to take a moment to write, I've never felt this
excited before. I just got back from my third interview, the one with
that multinational investment company. And they hired me! On the spot.
I almost kissed the man right there. Well, actually I did, but you
know me.

	I'll be traveling all over the world. Imagine that, your
little `kissing' cousin a global jet setter. And I really owe it all
to you. You took that little innocent farm girl, and turned her into a
confident outgoing woman. I'll always remember you for that. I never
thought I'd make it here in Boston, but I did. And now I'm going to
`make it' all over the world! Don't worry, I'll make sure to write
regularly and tell you everything that happens.

	Like today, I really worked hard to get that last interview. I
had seen some of the other women who were interviewed. I knew I'd
really have to go all out to win it. Oh hell, you're the closest
person to me in the whole world. I'll tell you about it.

	Last night I went out shopping. I knew I'd need some really
special clothes to impress these people. First I went to this special
women's shop, where they have nothing but the sexiest lingerie. I
thought that if I felt good underneath, I would come across better. I
selected this pale blue silk camisole. When I tried it on I thought
the salesmen would drop dead on the spot. I've changed a little since
we last met, maybe I should bring you up to date.

	That skinny little girl you kissed at the bus stop has grown.
I'm still 5'3", but not much else is the same. I put on a few pounds,
now I'm up to 105. But it all went to the right places. I'm into a 36
C cup now, I almost look like I should fall on my face in some
clothes. I'm still a 22 around the middle, but my hips have become a
nice comfortable 35 inches now. I turn heads every time I walk down
the street. And my hair, I decided that old mousy brown had to go, so
I'm a platinum blonde now. I even touched up my eyebrows and that
`special' hair. I wish you could visit so I could show you all of me
in person again.

	Anyway, I waited with the receptionist for my turn at the
interview. I watched each of the other women as they came out, trying
to get a clue about how they did. Most of them appeared frustrated,
and I was afraid I was in for a real hard time.

	When my turn came I got up, and walked through the door to the
interviewers office. What an office. David, I wish you could have seen
it. It was much fancier than even Judge Morrison's office back home.
The first thing I noticed was one entire wall was glass. The view was
beautiful. You could look out to the south and see all of Boston. Off
to one side I could see the lights of Fenway, and from the traffic
around it knew they were getting ready for an afternoon game.

	Then I looked around the office, off along one wall was the
biggest leather couch I've ever seen in my life. It had to be 9 feet
long. Seeing it made me remember the Judges' office, and the night we
sneaked in there. I felt that tickling deep inside again, just
remembering that. I knew I had to concentrate so I took my eyes away
from it and looked at the man who would be questioning me.

	His eyes followed me as I walked across the room to him. I
felt as if all my work at dressing was stripped away, button by
button, as I got closer. His eyes appeared to linger on my breasts, so
I made sure my shoulders were pushed back to show them off.

	Impatiently, he waved to a chair in from of a large dark desk.
I noticed the only objects on the desk were a phone, a small lamp, and
a small package of papers. "Must be my application," I thought.

	I sat down carefully, trying to look as polite as possible.
Those feelings about you hadn't gone away yet and I squirmed a little.
I hoped he didn't notice. He took out a cigarette and began to smoke.
Not sure if it was part of the test, I made sure to show no reaction
to it.

	The interview went slowly. He appeared preoccupied as he
questioned me. His eyes rarely met mine, but kept dropping to the
swell of flesh peeking out from the dip in the dark navy dress I had
worn.

	At last he put the papers down and relaxed. "Miss Kelley," he
said, "this job will require both the ability to think on your feet,
and the need to interact very closely with our clients." The way he
looked at me as he said this made that feeling down inside twinge.

	"Come over here, and we'll discuss these aspects in a more
comfortable environment," he continued. Pressing a button on his phone
I heard him ask his secretary to hold all his calls, and to tell
visitors he was out of the building.

	He stood, and I got my first good look at him as a man. He was
tall, easily six feet, and had a very athletic build under his
expensive charcoal suit. His face was rugged, the kind we always saw
in the old westerns we would watch late at night. As he took my hand I
saw his were huge, and very strong. He led me over to the couch and
sat me down at one end. "Can I get you something to drink?" he asked.

	My mind raced, was this what had frustrated the other women?
Well, I wanted this job, and whatever this man asked for to get it, I
was ready to give. "I'd love one," I replied, carefully lowering my
eyes and trying to look sexy. I know, I know, I never had to act like
that for you, but I wasn't sure how to act in front of this powerful
executive.

	He returned with a glass in each hand. Champagne! Now this was
the life. I resolved right there that I was even more determined to
get this job.

	We drank slowly, as he told me about the different places this
job would take me. Paris, London, Athens, Calcutta, Tokyo, all those
exotic places I dreamed about visiting as a child. And here I was,
just a few years later, not only going to see them, but having someone
pay me to do it.

	The champagne began to have an effect on me. I started to
relax and sank back into the couch. Henry, as he had asked me to call
him, began to move closer. I knew what was coming, but between my
excitement over the job, the champagne, and the desire building in my
loins, I could not resist.

	He put his arm around me, and I nestled into his shoulder. One
of my arms dropped across his lap, and I could feel a strong hard
bulge beneath the expensive fabric.

	With his powerful hands he took the sides of my head, and
pulled me to him. His lips crushed mine, and I tasted the strong
tobacco taste as he pressed his tongue deep into my throat. His hands
left my face, and began to roam my body. My nipples became rock hard
as I felt the first touches of his fingers through my dress. I took
the hand I had rested in his lap and began to trace the outlines of
his large cock through his pants. I could feel the groan in his throat
vibrate through his tongue and into my mouth.

	I broke free of his embrace, and looked him in the eye. "I
want this job, and I want you to remember me," I whispered. I stood
above him, looking down at his widening eyes as I reached behind me
and unzipped the dress. As it fell to a pool of blue at my feet his
eyes widened. I arched my back a little, and gave him a good look at
my figure. My nipples were painfully hard, and my dark areoles stood
out through the thin blue camisole.

	I dropped to my knees in front of him, and began to tease his
hidden hardness with my teeth. He had swollen to massive proportions
and was straining at the material. I undid his belt, and opened his
trousers as if I was opening a present. I could see a spot of wetness
on his thin designer bikinis at the tip of his manhood. I pulled the
cloth aside and watched in awe as his cock sprang out at me. It was
enormous. Long and hard, easily more than eight inches, with a raging
head the size and color of a plum. Sticky precum was oozing thickly
out of the slit at the end of it.

	I reached down to free his balls from confinement. Each was
large and heavy, filled with the cum I knew would be mine shortly. I
ran my tongue along the underside of each, watching his face as he lay
back into the cushions and allowed me to have my way. His thick hair
tickled my nose as I tried to take each into my mouth. I was only able
to get part of one inside, so I used the flat of my tongue to warm and
wet the entire surface. Then I dug deep down between his legs, and
placed the tip of my tongue at his anus.

	Slowly, I lifted my face, drawing my tongue up along his
scrotum. As I moved I let hot breath flow out of me over him. As
reached the base of his cock I felt it jump as my tongue began to
climb the sensitive underside. As I crested the top I swirled my
tongue into his slit, rolling the sweet flavor of his precum around in
my mouth.

	I lifted myself a little higher, angling my mouth over his
cock. I could feel the heat on my lips as I opened them to surround
the head. Very slowly I encircled his throbbing rod with my mouth,
and then sucking in to create a vacuum I began to lower my mouth over
his organ. Slowly, I moved, using my tongue to sweep lightly over the
sensitive underside. As I began to reach the bottom I could feel his
cockhead pressing against the back of my throat.

	I took a deep breath, then suppressed a gag feeling and
pressed harder. All of a sudden I felt his cock pop through the back
of my mouth and work its way down my throat. I pressed harder until I
felt his pubic bone resting against my nose. Then I went to work with
my tongue all along the underside of his throbbing cock. I could feel
him squirm beneath me as the pleasure of what I was doing overcame
him.

	"Oh, Oh, O-o-o-o-h!" he gasped over me. I could feel the
throbbing in his cock increase as I sucked harder. I pulled back a
little, and took a breath. I could feel him relax slightly under me as
I did. So I dropped again, pulling him deep inside my throat. This
time I began to make swallowing motions inside my throat as I massaged
him with my tongue. I could feel the tempo picking up quickly and
resolved that this would be it. I reached up with one free hand and
placed it at his tiny tight asshole. As I felt his throbs reach a peak
I pushed it deep inside him, up to the second knuckle and pressed hard
towards his balls.

	"Oh God, I love that! Oh God, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum in
your throat... A-r-r-r-g-h!" He stiffened up under me, his cock gave
several rapid jerks in my throat, and then exploded hot thick jets of
cum deep inside me. I swallowed hard after each, and the extra
sensation just kept him cumming.

	Finally, he relaxed, and began to go limp in my mouth. I
carefully removed my finger, and licked up all traces of cum from his
cock. I massaged his balls gently as I let his cock fall free from my
mouth. I looked up at him, and saw his eyes smiling down.

	"You're hired," he said. "My secretary will have some papers
for you to fill out in her office. I'll need you back here tomorrow
morning for a briefing with your field manager."

	With that, he got up, zipped himself, and returned to his
desk. I stood and slowly dressed myself as I watched him talking to
his secretary over the phone. When I left, she handed me a package and
asked me to have the papers filled out for tomorrow morning.

	So, I have to go shopping again tonight. At that special store
again. I can't believe I have the job, and I can't believe how good
that cock felt in my throat. I hope he'll be in the briefing tomorrow.
I'm so hot now I can't wait to feel that huge hard cock buried deep
inside my pussy.

	For now, I really should go. The stores close soon and I want
to be extra special in the morning. I know I'll dream about you
tonight, and that will make me even hotter.

Love

Jennifer

From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Around The World In 80 Lays (FM+, slut) [2/2]
Date: 6 Sep 1996 00:05:56 GMT

		   Around The World In Eighty Lays
				  or
		     What I Did On My Summer Job
			 (c) 1992 R.McNamara
			       Part Two

Dear David,

	Wow! You just won't believe the day I had today. Actually it
started last night. After I left the office yesterday I was both
excited, and frustrated. Altho I got the job, my `interview' with
Henry did nothing for me.

	I went back to my apartment and took a well needed bath. As I
laid there with the hot water soothing me, I could feel the tensions
of the day begin to ease. Well, all except one of them. I could still
feel twinges inside me, even as I lowered myself into the water.

	I tried to calm myself down. I took that large sea sponge you
gave me last year and began to lather myself up. The scent of lavender
filled the air as I raised each leg into the air and gently massaged
it with the soap covered sponge. I admired each leg, noticing the
delicate curve of each calf as it arched delicately down to my thighs.
Those same thighs which used to clench you tightly to me, pulling you
deep inside me.

	Next across my shoulders, and down across my firm breasts. I
reclined down deeper into the tub and watched the hardening nipples
peeking above the water as my breasts spread and floated in the water.
I teased each nipple with the tip of the sponge, watching as they
hardened to pink points of rock.

	Next, I ran the sponge down over my stomach, and lingered a
moment at my sparsely haired mons. `Time to shave again', I thought to
myself.

	I reached to the small table at the side of the tub and took a
small bottle of unscented baby oil down. Then, with my toes, I opened
the drain to the tub, just enough to lower the waterline to mid-thigh.

	I poured some of the light slippery oil into one hand, and
then put the bottle back on the shelf. Rubbing my hands together I
quickly heated the oil to body temperature. Cupping my hands together
I lowered then between my thighs. Working from the top I began working
the oil into my skin with both hands. Across the top of my firm mound,
down the sides, and then lightly up across my pouting outer lips. As I
touched these, I lay my head back against the back of the tub and
closed my eyes. You can to mind David. The night we spent in a rest
area, on that long cross country trip we took.

	I ran a finger along the soft wet edges of my pussy lips as I
recalled how we climbed over the back seat, into the cargo space of
your old station wagon. You had spread a soft blanket over an unrolled
sleeping bag.

	Pulling the blanket over us, we had giggled as we tried to
undress each other in the cramped area. Finally giving up you reached
out an held my hands to my sides, then slowly unbuttoned the think
blouse I was wearing. Your hands felt strong as you traced the buttons
down across my stomach. Parting my blouse, you lowered your lips to
me, leaving a trail of light wet touches up across my stomach, to the
sides of my firm braless breasts. Taking my left breast in one hand,
you lowered your tongue to the other. Tracing a line along the
underside you gently nibbled my soft flesh around, and up to my
shoulder.

	Looking down between my legs as I remembered this, I saw that
my pussy had blossomed, my pink inner lips beginning to swell and take
on a deeper red color. I ran my finger along one, and raised it to my
lips. It was clear, and sweet, it brought me back to my memories.

	From my shoulder you rested your tongue on my skin, and drew a
dewy line from there, over across my neck, and down to my breast
again. Carefully you danced your flickering tongue in smaller and
smaller circles around my rapidly hardening nipple. Finally, when I
felt I could take no more you lowered you mouth over it, drawing it
deeply into your mouth. Trapping my nipple between your teeth you
began to twirl your tongue around my upraised flesh. I began to squirm
under your caresses, and reached out with my hands for your belt.
Letting loose of my nipple, you stopped my hands and looked into my
eyes with a deep smoldering look. `No', you said, `I have something I
want to do.'

	Reaching down you took the top button of my jeans in your
hands. Slowly you opened it, and worked your way down the other four
buttons. Gently you lowered my jeans down my legs and off. Looking
down you could see the dark patch on my simple cotton panties.
Carefully, with your teeth, you grasped them and pulled them down
slowly off of my body.

	I remember how you crouched down into the back of the wagon,
and laid down between my legs. Placing one over each shoulder, my legs
lay draped across your back. You got very close to me, and I know you
could smell my fire. In fascination I watched as you opened your mouth
and lowered it over me. A shock, akin to electricity, ran through me
as I felt your hot breathe flowing from your mouth out across my
flowering opening.

	Recalling that chill, I took an oil slicked finger and placed
it at the opening of my pussy. The water around me suddenly felt cold
as I sparked the fires inside me. Carefully I reached deep inside
myself, and curling my finger up I reached for that special spot you
taught me to find. A little pressure, and a small circular movement
was all it took to remove the last doubts from my mind regarding where
this bath was leading. The frustration from earlier, combined with the
thoughts of you, drove me harder. With my other hand I reached down
and began to delicately stroke my clit. Shudders ran through my body
as the combined stimulation of both places began to work its magic on
me. As I pressed harder inside me, feeling that spot swell and become
more sensitive I slowed the touches with my other hand.

	You had taken your tongue then, and laid it at the tight
opening of my ass. Pressing and prodding with it I felt myself begin
to flow heavily, the juices covering your lips and nose. Then you
began to move it slowly upwards. As you passed the steaming wet
opening to the depths of my passion you placed your tongue at the
entrance, and then arching your neck back, thrust your tongue deep
inside me.

	I could feel my muscles inside clench at your tongue, trying
to pull you as deep as I wanted you. You began to move it in, and out,
with a long slow stroke. My hands went to your head, and clutched at
your hair as I gritted my teeth in the agonies of pleasure.

	I released them as you raised your head slightly, removing
your tongue from me. I knew, had you looked at my face, that it would
have betrayed me as being completely yours.

	From where you were you moved just a tiny bit, and I could
feel your lips begin to surround the top of my slit. I covered my face
with my arms, knowing what was coming. You created a small `o' with
your lips, surrounding, but not touching, my clit. I could feel the
heat from your tongue so close to me. Then, without warning, you
lowered your tongue and rested it on my clit, without moving. The
pressure created an overpowering need in me. I needed to cum, I needed
to cum all over you. I needed to feel your powerful arms gripping me
from underneath, holding my pussy tight against your face.

	I began to feel the burning inside me grow, becoming a
consuming flame. I felt the muscles inside me begin to clench my
finger with a rhythm borne in lust. I pulled my knees up closer to my
body, feeling the water run down my thighs and mingle with both the
oils lubricating my movements. My eyes closed harder, and my breathe
began to come in short shallow gulps.

	Finally I felt an explosion start. Ripping from deep inside me
it spread quickly to the small of my back, then with lightning speed
raced up my spine to burst inside my head. My finger froze on my clit,
the finger inside me pressed hard against the swelling inside me as
the

	walls of my pussy pulled at me, trying to draw me away and
deeper. The air exploded from my lungs in a cry, `A-r-r-g-h-h'. I was
deaf to the reverberations in the small room as I was swept away in
the throes of a powerful cum.

	I lay there for long moments, not moving. Much of the water
which had been in the tub had splattered over the edge as I had
writhed in ecstasy.

	The power of the orgasm had drained me. I was weak, and my
hands were unsteady. I decided it might be better to shave later.

	Standing carefully I pulled on the shower, and let its hot
flow remove the few knots that the cramped tub had left in my muscles.
I'll write about the rest of my day later. Right now I could use a
nap.

As always, with love,

Jennifer