{ASSM} (Tiramisu) "Wishful Thinking" MF, stroke *

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descriptions of sexual acts. If it is either illegal where you are, or
you are not of legal age to view such material, please stop now. WISHFUL THINKING, by Tiramisu. MF con. A simple stroke story. Copyright 1999 by Tiramisu. All rights reserved. Please do not repost
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WISHFUL THINKING "As a result, margins will increase by 32%, with ROE improved to 28%..." Joe Tines, VP Finance and Accounting, droned on and on. No way we were
going to hit those numbers. Management by Wishful Thinking. Set
impossible targets, then make everyone struggle to meet them. No wonder
we’d only hit the budget one year out of the last five even though our
performance had been excellent. No wonder so many of us felt like losers
even though we were really winners. It was three hours into the meeting. First Human Resources, then Sales,
followed by Marketing, and now Finance, and we still had to hear from
Manufacturing, Engineering, and then Research. My mind began to wander,
and Joe’s voice faded into the background. I glanced around the packed conference room. Every seat at the u-shaped
conference table was filled, and staff members and assistants were
relegated to the chairs against the wall. My eyes fell on Sally Hastings, the accounting manager who was seated at
the overhead projector, changing the slides for Joe. Stiff Sally. Brown
hair pinned up on her head. Oversized glasses. Blue wool suit. White
blouse. Paisley scarf at her neck. Skirt to the knees. Feet planted
firmly on the floor in plain black pumps as she sat at the projector.
Proper. Professional. Stiff. I looked closer at Sally and began to daydream. Actually, if you looked
closely, she was fairly attractive. I knew she was 37, but she really
looked quite a bit younger. Her clothes didn’t show off her body, but
she did seem to be trim and fit. My mind completely departed from the meeting and I began to imagine... Sally’s eye caught mine, and she smiled wickedly as she realized I had
been looking at her. She removed her glasses. Her lips parted. Her right
hand went to her neck, loosening the scarf, pulling the scarf from her
neck as she looked at me. Her left hand undid the pins holding her hair in place and her long
brown hair cascaded down over her shoulders. She shook her head and her
hair swung freely. She was beautiful. Her left hand wandered down over her side as her right hand stroked her
neck and her face. Her eyes burned into mine. She was getting turned on.
She was turning me on. I felt my prick begin to swell in my pants. Her left hand wandered back up over her body, over her breasts, rubbing
them through the suit, slipping under the jacket, pushing the jacket
aside, rubbing her breasts through her blouse. Her right hand went to
her mouth, the middle finger slipping between her lips. She began to lick her finger suggestively. The sight of her tongue on
her finger drove me wild. She sucked the finger as her left hand opened
the top button of her blouse, then the next, and the next. I got a glimpse of her lacy white bra, her breasts spilling over the top
of it. The blouse opened wider and I saw the flesh of her smooth belly
below the bra. Her hand slipped inside the bra, cupping her breast. She
mouthed a silent moan as her eyes glazed over. I squirmed in my seat, trying to retain control. She turned toward me, and her legs parted slightly. Her finger slipped
from her mouth and her hand caressed her body as it moved down, down,
over her hips, caressing her thighs through the skirt, and slid down
inside her knee. She pushed the bra strap off her shoulder and exposed her breast. Her
nipple was hard. She pinched it, wet her finger in her mouth, spread the
moisture over the nipple. I was going nuts. She shifted in her seat, her legs opening wider, her skirt riding
higher, showing more of her firm, muscular legs. The smooth flesh of her
thighs appeared above her stockings. Stockings, not pantyhose. One hand played with that beautiful tit. The other slid under her
skirt, stroking her thighs, sliding the skirt higher on her legs. I
glimpsed the white triangle between her legs. Her hand rubbed her pussy
over the white lace bikini underpants, then slipped inside them. She removed her hand, her finger glistening with her juices. She put the
finger to her lips, licking, tasting herself. Her hand went back between
her legs, inside her panties, inside her pussy. She was stroking harder
now, her hips moving, eyes closed. She was going to cum! My prick grew harder. Silently, she shook and writhed in her chair. Cumming. Gradually, she became still. She stood up, and looked at me, her eyes burning into mine again. She
began to walk toward me, dropping her jacket on the floor, ripping her
blouse off, reaching behind her to undo the bra, then dropping it to the
floor as she advanced toward me. She kicked off her shoes and kneeled on the table in front of me, a look
of raw hunger in her eyes. She leaned down, grabbed my head, pulled it
to her breasts. I kissed her tits, her nipples, the valley between her
breasts. She pinched her left nipple, offering it to me. Gently, I
kissed it, then licked it. Her fingers released the nipple, and moved
over her belly, and down between her legs. I drew the nipple between my
lips, holding it tightly between my lip and my teeth as I licked it.
Hard. "Ohhhh," she cried. She kneeled up straight, pulling my head down. I left a trail of wet
kisses over her belly as my head moved lower. She pulled up her skirt,
and I kissed her pussy through the wet panties. She pushed me away, then
reached down to her hips, gripping the panties in both hands, and ripped
them free. Her pussy was shaved! God, Sally was hot under that stiff, proper
exterior. My prick was painfully hard. I watched as she began slowly rolling her hips as she kneeled on the
table in front of me, her hands moving over her body. She put her hands
on her thighs, and slid them up, pulling her skirt up, again revealing
her beautiful bare pussy. Her hands rested on either side of her pussy,
holding herself open, inches from my face, her swollen lips glistening. I leaned forward, gently licking her sweet lips with just the tip of my
tongue. My tongue moved up to her clit and she began to moan loudly. I
drew her lips between mine, sucking softly, then moved back to her clit.
I drew it between my lips, caressing it with my tongue. Her hips were moving faster now, gyrating, rocking. I struggled to keep
my tongue on her clit. She grabbed my head, held me to her, grinding,
moaning, rubbing herself against my face, my lips, my tongue, wildly
fucking my face. She came again, screaming, fucking my mouth. When she calmed down, she slid onto my lap, kissing me deeply, her
tongue searching for mine. My tongue encircled hers. "Your turn, babe," she whispered. "Just relax and receive." She kissed me again, probing my mouth with her tongue. Passively, I
accepted her kiss. She drew my tongue between her lips, then swirled her
tongue around it. "Hmmm," I crooned softly. She slid to her knees in
front of me, opening my shirt, kissing my chest, licking my nipples as
she moved down. She opened my pants, freeing my prick. Rock hard, it jumped, and she
took the head between her lips. Slowly, she licked the underside, and I
groaned. She ran her tongue over the head, and took it between her lips
again, then slowly drew me all the way into her mouth. "Hmmmm," she
said, adding sweet vibrations to the wonderful sensations her mouth was
creating. She began to kiss her way back up my body, nibbling, licking. She
climbed back onto my lap, kissing my neck, tonguing my ear, whispering.
"I need your cock, babe. Need to fuck you. Hard. Now. Make me cum
again." My prick was hard, pointing straight up. Easily, she slid down onto it,
squeezing me with her pussy muscles. It felt like her pussy was sucking
me. She began to kiss me softly as she slowly moved up and down on me.
Slow. Delicious. I was groaning now, trying to be still, trying to
accept the slow, tantalizing pace of her fuck. She began to fuck me faster, harder, and her mouth attacked mine,
kissing me with an intensity I had never known, fucking my mouth with
her tongue, then sucking my tongue into her mouth. Faster she fucked,
then rolled slowly, grinding against me, then humping again. I felt her contractions ripple over my prick as she screamed, "Oh,
god...cumminng again...yesssss...ohhh fuck." I plunged over the edge,
exploding inside her, pulsing again and again, groaning, bucking against
her. Finally, my orgasm subsided... "... and so, let me open it up now to questions." I startled, catching the words of Joe Tines at the edge of my
consciousness. People were shifting noisily in their seats. What? Where was I? Oh, God, I thought and looked down. No. It was okay.
My pants were buckled, my shirt buttoned. Relieved, I realized I hadn’t
just fucked Sally Hastings in the middle of the budget meeting. Then I felt it. The wet spot growing in my pants. Oh God, I really did
cum. Had anyone noticed? Had I been groaning, cumming loudly? Oh, God,
no. I glanced around the room, but everyone seemed immersed in their notes.
Finally I looked at Sally, who was organizing the slides she had just
presented. After a few seconds she looked back at me. She looked at me quizzically. Then a blush. Then a smile.
END
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