Author's note: You'll need to read Chapters 6-10 for this to really make sense.
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We pulled into the terminal at 3:32 a.m. Saturday morning. I got one last look at those fuck-me eyes and expression of the Jennifer Love Hewitt doppleganger stewardess Stacy as I deplaned. Arriving home was almost a carbon copy of when we arrived for the conference in Texas three days ago. The dozen or so passengers walked zombie-like through the empty terminal. The sound of floor buffers and the clackity clack of luggage wheels were the only sounds to be heard.
I got home around 5, peeled my sex stained clothes off, and passed out in my bed. After more than three days of what seemed like non-stop sex, my body and my dick needed a break.
As I pulled into the company parking lot Monday morning, I wondered what the office dynamics were going to be after our little foray into Texas. I quickly noticed Katherine was avoiding me at all costs. If she saw me coming down a hallway she quickly ducked into the nearest office or bathroom. Jenny overtly flirted with me, but that wasn't unusual. She did that with all the guys. But she hadn't just spent the past three days using their man meat as her personal vibrator. And Matt - poor, innocent Matt - would blush and pop a boner every time he saw Jenny or Katherine. Jenny thought it was cute. Katherine thought he might be coming down with something and placed a bottle of Purell on his desk.
Finally, on Wednesday afternoon, my desk phone rang. I smiled when I saw the caller I.D. It was Katherine. She wanted to know if I could come down to her office when I had a chance.
A few minutes later I got to her office. I noticed the blinds of the floor-to-ceiling plexiglass wall were already drawn.
This should be really fun or really not fun
I thought to myself.
I knocked on the glass door and walked in. I tried to act nonchalant. "Hey, Katherine, you wanted to see me? What's up?"
"Yes, Mr. Alan, thank you for coming. Please, have a seat," she said in her snooty Ivy-league tone. I could tell she was slightly uncomfortable though. She wasn't her usual condescending self.
She looked fuckin' hot as usual. Her self-confidence might have been knocked down a notch, but her hotness certainly hadn't. If I didn't know better, she did all of her clothes shopping in the children's section. Her long blonde hair fell over 38-24-36 curves that were poured into a white satin button down shirt that was at least two sizes too small. The buttons dove deep into her cleavage. They must have been reinforced in order to keep from bursting from the force that fabulous chest was applying. The shirt was tucked into a tight black pencil skirt who's hem landed at mid-thigh, revealing her toned legs and black stiletto heels.
"So, what's up?" I asked. I was actually truly curious why she had called me down her after trying hard to avoid me the last two days.
She considered her words. "I thought we should talk..." She paused. "I thought we should talk about the events that took place last week at the conference."
I smiled. "Oh yeah? Like, what events? A lot of things happened last week."
You mean like the night I fucked every hole you had? And you licked Jenny's cunt? Or when Matt and I covered you in cum?
She swallowed hard. "I believe I owe you an apology."
I definitely didn't see that coming. I was caught completely off guard. "Uh, what? Really? Why's that?"
"Well, I initially accused you of being infatuated with my breasts, which you vehemently denied. Shortly thereafter, after our first session, you accused me of having an obsession with your penis, which I also vehemently denied."
Where's she going with this?
"However, after last week, I realize that you may be right. It's quite possible that, subconsciously, I'm infatuated with your penis."
You could have knocked me over with a feather. "Excuse me?" Surely I heard that wrong.
"You tried to be a perfect gentleman last week," she said with a straight face. I cleared my throat, choking back a laugh.
Wow, she really doesn't remember anything!
"And, by all accounts, I gave in to my carnal instincts." She paused. "Several times, so I'm told."
"Oh, yeah, you mean like the night you brought those two old dudes back to your room and fucked all night?"
She was too shocked to reprimand me on my language. The air left her body. "You...you...you know about that?! Jenny told you about that?!"
I shrugged my shoulders. "Of course she did. She had to explain why she was coming to my room asking to spend the night with us that night."
She put her head in her hands. "Oh my God! I'm ruined! Everybody knows!"
'Settle down, settle down," I said, trying to comfort her. "Out of town conferences are like Vegas. What happens at the conference, stays at the conference. Nobody knows but the four of us. Well, and the two old dudes." I chuckled.
"Really?" I nodded my head. "Oh, thank goodness." She took a deep breath. "But there's still the issue of my...our...infatuation with each other's body parts. My solution to the problem doesn't seem to be working. Do you have any suggestions?"
How's this for a suggestion? Show me those fuckin' tits and take my cock down your throat!
"Actually, I've done a little research on my own. It kind of follows your solution, but differently." She asked me to explain. "So, one suggestion is that you draw whatever it is that your obsessed with. I tried to draw a picture of your tits, but I'm no artist."
"Language, please."
"Right, right. Your breasts. I drew a picture of your breasts. Anyway, would you like to draw a picture of my co...penis?"
"If you think that will help."
I shrugged my shoulders. "That's what it says." That's partially true. What I left out is it's supposed to be an
ugly
picture of your obsession. Katherine pulled out a sketch pad and pencil. "Can you do it from memory? Or would you like me to pull it out? Strictly for modeling purposes, of course."
And then, when you're done, I'm going to fuck you 'til you scream with it!
"Yes, that would be most helpful if you don't mind, Mr. Alan." I happily whipped out my stiff 9" muscle. She stared at it longingly and licked her lips without realizing it. Her cheeks became a rosy red. "Ummm, uh, yes, uh, thank you very much. That's, uh, very nice...er, I mean, helpful."
"Now, c'mon, it's only fair for you to allow me to see what I'm supposedly obsessed with, don't you think, Katherine?"
"Oh! Yes, of course. That's a very good point. It's only fair. Yes, I'm sorry. How unthoughtful of me."
She leaned back and began to casually pop each button. She untucked it from her skirt and pulled it back, revealing a lacy white bra. Her pink, half-dollar size areolas were hidden in plain sight. Her erect, gumdrop-size nipples looked like two pencil erasers popping out. She folded the blouse nice and neat and laid it gently on her desk. Then she reached behind her, unclasped her lacy bra, and casually slid the thin straps down her arms. Once again, she folded the bra and daintily placed it on top of the blouse.
Her tits were fucking fabulous! Lightly tanned to match the rest of her sexy body. I always found it interesting that Miss Uptight had no tan lines anywhere, meaning she tanned in the nude. Her tits sat up firm and high. They were incredible.
She looked at me and asked with a straight face, "Better?"
I nodded. "Oh yeah, much better."
She stared at my pole again, then went to work on her sketch pad. She would look up occasionally and go back to her masterpiece while I slowly jacked off and I watched her tits rest on the cherry wood desk.
After 10 minutes or so she put down her pencil and sat up. "There, done."
"Oh yeah?" I rose from my chair and started to quickly walk around her desk. "Let me see."
Being the fine artist that she is, Katherine had drawn a perfect replica of what she loved. The shading around the veiny shaft made it appear to almost pulse with life. The model for the drawing was rubbing against her arm.
"Okay. So, you have to give it a name. Something nasty. Which, in your case, would be what everybody else calls it. Cock. From now on you need to refer to it as a cock."
Her eyes bounced between my face and my rod. "Yes, fine. Cock." She swallowed hard. "Cock. Yes, if that's what you suggest. Cock."
"Right. Good girl. Now, right that in big, bold letters across your image. 'Mark's cock'. That way you instantly put the two together."
Because all I want you thinking about is my cock
. She picked her pencil back up and sketched in big, bold lettering "Mark's Cock". "Good, perfect. Now put it in your top drawer Whenever you think about it, even a little, open your drawer and stare at it. Okay?"
She scooted back, pulled the drawer open, and dropped it in. I smiled.
How awesome would it be if someone accidently opened her drawer and saw that?!
I thought to myself. "Is that it?" she asked.
"Is that it?! Ha! Hardly!" I laughed. "So, now you have to have something physical to go along with that. Something that sends a chill up your spine. Something that you associate with only that obsession. Do you have something like that with my
cock
." I emphasized the word "cock".
She batted her eyes at the harshness of the word while she thought about it. "Yes. Yes, I guess I do. My first thought when I think about...it..."
I interrupted her. "It? What it?"
She swallowed hard. "Your...cock. When I think about your...cock...the first thing I think of is when it...it...when we're having anal intercourse."
That one caught me by surprise. I thought it would be sucking on it, or just the mere sight of it. But in her ass? I didn't see that coming. "Okay, first of all, 'anal intercourse' isn't nasty. Fucking your ass, my cock buried in your ass, something like that."
Her eyes fluttered again. "Yes, fine. When...when...you're...fucking my ass. That's the first thing I think of."
"Okay. So we need to put that feeling together with that drawing right now."
Her eyes opened wide. "Right now?! Like, right here, right now?!"
I nodded my head. "That's what they say."
She took a deep breath. "Fine. Can we lock the door at least?"
"Absolutely." She watched my cock bounce as I walked across the room to the lock the door and back. When I got back to her I said, "Let's have you stand up. Keep the drawer pulled up so you can stare at your drawing while I fuck your ass. That way you can burn that feeling into that image."
