Alans Thoughts Ch 03

Alan sat heavily on the couch in front of his TV, a towel around his shoulders. Other than that, he only wore a pair of boxers. His legs ached just a little, and he felt hot, so he took a long pull from his protein shake. It actually tasted okay for once. Then the brain freeze hit.

As he was bent over holding his head, he heard a soft tap at the door. He blinked, and then looked at his watch. It was Saturday, 11:12 AM.

"Not expecting any packages," he muttered, pushing himself to his feet. He moved the five steps to the front door of his apartment, and peaked through the spy hole.

Laurel stood on his doorstep. She was wearing a long coat, and looking around anxiously.

Alan blinked, but quickly unbolted the door and pulled it open. Laurel's eyes widened as she saw him, and then narrowed as she smiled.

"Hi Alan," she said, looking up and down at him. "Mind if I come in?"

He stared at her just a moment. She had her hair up in a high pony tail, the tail part a shock of dyed blond, and she wore dark lipstick and a choker. The long coat covered the rest. His mouth worked just once before he managed, "Uh, sure, come on in."

Alan held the door wide for her, and she pushed quickly inside, closing the it behind her. Then she turned to him again.

"Sorry for coming over so suddenly," she said. "I didn't want to text you, or call ahead, Josh might see it in my call log. He stepped out with some buddies to go toss a football around, and so this is kind of... spur of the moment."

"Uh, okay," he said slowly. "Um, how did you find me?"

Laurel waved a dismissive hand. "Oh, I just looked up your address in the company database," she told him. "It wasn't that hard."

He nodded, just a tiny seed of anxiety in his stomach. "I'm sorry the place not in great shape. I'm kind of sweaty, too, I just got done with a workout."

"Oh, don't worry," she smiled, stepping up closer to him. "In fact, it's perfect."

She pulled off her long coat, and let it fall to the ground. Underneath, she wore a bright red negligee tied in spaghetti strings that barely contained her tits, flowing white around them. She had black fishnet stockings with garters, red fuck-me pumps, and her panties were black and tiny and tight. He could see her pussy lips, already damp, outlined through them. Alan stiffened in his boxers in moments.

"So," she smiled, voice a purr, "ready for me to fuck your brains out?"

Laurel didn't wait for him to reply. She put her hands on his shoulders, and shoved him backward onto his couch. He fell into it with a 'huff' sound as air was pressed out of his lungs, and before he could recover, she mounted him, and started grinding her wet pussy onto his cock.

Laurel arched her head back, letting out a moan. "Oh, god, I love dry humping," she said, rotating her hips slowly. "Something about the feeling of a good cock rubbing at me through my panties..."

She opened her eyes and smiled at Alan, grinding harder against him, working his tip on her clitorous. Alan watched her grind a moment, and then reached around and grabbed her ass with both hands, pulling her tighter against him.

Laurel threw her head back a bit, mouth a wide 'o'. "Oh, yeah," she moaned, "grind that pussy. Make that pussy feel good."

Alan was happy to oblige. But he wanted a little bit more. [These tits need to be played with,] he thought at her. [They feel hard and particularly sensitive today.]

At this, Laurel reached and cupped one of her boobs. Her eyes shot open, and then she grabbed it harder, mashing them in her hand. When her finger touched a nipple, she gasped and gave a "Oh, fuck, yes!" and pulled down the strings of her negligee. Her milky white tits flowed out in all their glory.

Alan latched onto them, squeezing her knockers one in each hand. This got another loud moan out of her, and she ground harder, so hard his cock was getting a little sore. But he wasn't going to let go of this chance. He leaned forward a little and licked the right tit, and then the left. He pushed them together, burying his face in them, running his tongue everywhere.

"Oh, god, yes, suck those tits!" Laurel said. "Suck my fucking tits hard!"

So Alan grabbed both boobs, pointed both nipples into his mouth, and sucking as hard as he could, he thought at her, [Cum like a freight train!]

Laurel let out a piercing scream of, "Fuuuuuuuuuu--" that went higher and higher, and her body went taut. Her legs clamped around his hips, and seemed to quaver there, rubbing her clit with his cock tip like a vibrator. Alan just kept sucking, rolling his tongue over each nipple as she came.

Then she sagged, falling against him, her boobs pressing into his bare chest. He liked their soft feel on his skin, her hard nipples brushing against him as she breathed hard. After a moment, Laurel managed to push herself slightly away from him, staring at him while she caught her breath.

"I don't know what it is about you," she said. "I don't think I ever remember my tits being that sensitive before. That combined with your cock in just the right spot... " She shivered. "Well, you just earned yourself a free pass."

Alan blinked. "What?"

"I mean," she said, sitting up and reaching down to place her hand on his cock, caressing it, "you can fuck me however you want. Any place, any position. Blowjob? Done. Footjob? If you're into that. Pick any hole. Ram your rod in as hard and fast as you like. I've got a rubber, but I don't even care if you fucking cum inside until I leak jizz for a week."

Alan stared at her a moment. He tried to remember how proper and... well, nicely she used to act. Was this a result of his influence, or was it always lurking inside Laurel, just waiting to come out?

"Well, what the hell are you waiting for?" she demanded, eyes narrowing. "It's a limited time offer, Alan."

He looked at her in they eyes an instant longer. Then grabbing her by the shoulders, he threw her down onto the couch. She grinned at him as he reached down and dragged off his boxers, kicking them to the side, and then reached for her panties. He didn't pull them off. Instead, he reached across and grabbed one side with a fist, tearing them off of her in one quick yank and a ripping sound. He lined up over her.

"Missionary, huh?" she said. "Well, it is a classic, I suppo-"

Alan grabbed both her knees, putting them over his shoulders, and shoved them toward her chest until her ass was pointing almost straight up. And then plowed his cock as deep and hard into her cunt as he could manage.

"-ooooo fuck yeah!" she finished. She tightened and convulsed around him. She had actually had a small orgasm. Alan hadn't even thought at her to do it.

He leaned her back just a little more, thrusting in with his body weight behind it.

"Fuck! So deep!" she gasped. "Oh, fuck me more! Fuck me deep!"

Alan didn't have to be told twice. He reached around her legs with both hands, and grabbing one of her silky tits each hand, her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, he began to hammer her steadily, going for maximum depth. Each thrust was just a little faster than the last, and he gripped her boobs just a little tighter. When he was at about 75% of his speed, he thought at her, [Start cumming].

She bucked and arched, shouting "Fuck! Fuck! Oh, fuck me with that cock!" at him, but he just kept slowly getting faster, thinking [Don't stop, keep cumming], at her.

"Yes! YES! OH, FUCK THIS SLUT!" she screamed. "FUCK THIS SLUT WHILE I CUUUUUUMM!!"

Alan hit his full speed, pounding into her as fast and as hard has his body could manage, feeling her juices flowing and pussy contracting as he hit her deep inside. Soon, she was beyond words, just letting out a long, feral scream, her hands gripping his wrists so hard her fingernails dug in.

Then he unleashed every ounce of cum inside her, pounding and churning it deep. He shoved at least five spurts deep into her. When he finally reached his end, he thought at her, [*Now* your can stop cumming.]

Like a kite cut from a string, her scream faded into a long, almost reverent moan, and her arms went limp at her sides. Her eyes were closed and mouth hanging open, gasping for air, and sweat dripped from her all over her body. Alan still held her up, his cock enjoying a few moments of violating her pussy as deeply as it could, feeling her softness. Then he slowly lowered her legs down, and pulled his dick out.

Laurel just lay there for a good five minutes as he watched, his jizz leaking out of her freely onto his couch. At length, she looked up at him. She started to say something, but coughed, holding her throat. Quickly, he got up and found a clean glass, filling it with water for her. She smiled at him and took the glass, downing three quick gulps of it before coughing again, and then taking another swallow.

"Oh, god," she said, a little husky. "I think I might have strained my voice." She laughed. "But I bet it sounds pretty sexy now, right?"

Alan smiled at her. "It already was."

She patted him on the hand. "Good boy. Still, I wonder how I'm going to explain it to Josh." She frowned at that a moment, and then shrugged. "Whatever. Fuck. Totally worth it. Hell, I would bear your child for that last orgasm. All my limbs are still tingling."

She paused. "Maybe... let's not make that an every time thing, though. I mean, do what you do, but... maybe save that. I don't want you to break me. Or, god, ruin me for Josh. That would be terrible if I couldn't get off with him any more."

"I'll try to be careful," Alan said. "But I knowing you, you'll be fine." He thought at her, [You can cum like that with Josh, too. You just have take control, be a world-class hot bitch like just now.]

She frowned at that, head tilted. A slow smile spread across her face. "Yeah, maybe you're right." With an effort, she managed to sit up. "Mind if I use your shower? There is this smell of some guy's semen and sweat that I better wash off before I go home."

Alan nodded, moving toward the bathroom door. "No problem. Let me get the water going for you."

"No, it's fine," she said, getting up and walking to the door as he opened it. "I like it to be a bit cold at first." She smiled at him. "I have to get back today. I still have grocery shopping to do. But maybe next time you can join me in here for round two."

She winked at him, and kicking off her pumps, she wagged her ass as she pulled the negligee from around her waist, unstrapping the garters.

When she went home, she didn't have any panties to wear under the long coat. She left the ripped pair on Alan's living room floor.

***

Alan smiled and held the door open for Alyssa as she left the office building.

"Thanks, Alan," she said, smiling back, and made her way out to the parking lot. She was wearing a black blouse and slacks.

"I thought it was casual day today," he said.

"I'm going over to the high rise," she said, dusting off a lapel of her blouse. "No such thing as casual over there."

Alan winced. "Well, good luck!"

"Thanks!"

She gave him a little wave and moved on. He couldn't help but be drawn to that ass again. It was amazing how it was so toned it looked permanently clenched. He couldn't help but imagine grabbing it, feeling its firmness, sliding his dick into her tight back door...

He caught a bit of her turning back to look as he went inside.

The big boss's office was empty, as was was his supervisor Tyler's. Ally was typing furiously at her computer, her brow narrowed in concentration, and Laurel was on the phone. She wore a tight t-shirt, skinny jeans, and a black snapback with her hair loose. She turned when he walked in, gave him a slow wink, and turned back to her call.

***

"Well, I better head out," Jane announced. Alan blinked, frowning, and glanced at the time. It was only about 3:30.

When Laurel and he turned to give her a questioning look, she slung her purse over her shoulder and said, "My daughter has a volleyball game, and I've got drive her over to Franklin with some of her teammates in my van. It's my week."

"Ah," Alan said, nodding, and Laurel said, "Well, good luck to Kylie! Drive safe!"

"Oh, I'll be fine as long as six teenage girls don't drive me flippin' crazy," she said, making a face. "Bye now!" Readjusting her bag, she marched out. A few calls of "Bye!" or "See you tomorrow!" followed, and the office door shut.

It couldn't have been more than three seconds later when the door slammed open again, loud enough that Alan jerked upright to see what was the matter. Before he could get his bearings, Raina dashed right to him, her hair flying and a little disheveled, and without a word, put him between her and the door.

"What's going-" he started, but then the door slammed open again. Alan's eyes snapped back to the office's front entrance, and Jason rushed in. His face was red, and his teeth were bared in a snarl. His legs pumped hard for a couple steps, and then he stopped abruptly, his head darting back and forth. She wasn't really doing that good of a job of hiding, so he spotted Raina behind Alan almost immediately.

Jason let out something like an actual growl, and took three heavy, stomping steps toward them.

"You!" he roared. "What the hell you think you're doing? You banging her, too? You fucking bastard, what do you think you're doing with my girl?"

Alan opened his mouth, but had trouble finding something to put there besides his foot. Jason wasn't very tall, but he had broad, stocky shoulders, and the way the tendons were standing out on his neck said he could lay down the hurt. Alan did some quick mental calculation of their relative weight, and the rage steaming off of Jason in waves, and didn't like the figure he got back.

So he decided to play dumb.

"What are you talking about?" he asked, trying to sound level. "I'm not sure what the issue here is, but I think you need to calm-"

"Calm?" Jason snapped, grinding his teeth. "Calm?! I'll show you calm, you fucking little asswipe. I'll show you calm right on your face, all the way through the walls of your fucking cubicle!"

Jason took a step toward him, fist raised. Alan stood his ground. But he couldn't help wincing, arm half raised to protect his face, and think as hard as he could [Somebody stop him before he snaps and goes ape-shit crazy everywhere!]

"Hold it!" a voice said suddenly, loud and authoritative. Alan opened one eye, squinting to see who it was.

Aviendha stepped out from the corner of one of the other cubicles. She was tall, Latin, full lipped and figured, and her hair was waist-length and brushed almost wire-straight. She wore a black, well-cut one-piece and a dark maroon sweater, and stepped boldly up to Jason with an expression like a thunderhead.

"What the hell is it that you think you're doing?" she demanded, hands on her hips. "Where do you think you are, huh? You're at your job."

Jason snarled. "What's it to you, you bi-"

"Think for damn second," she said, running him over. "Think about where you are. Man, you gotta check yourself before you wreck yourself. Gotta calm yourself down. You want to have to talk to HR? You want to be fired? Huh?"

She thrust her chin aggressively out to him, looking him in the eye. He opened his mouth, reaching toward her, but she said, "Man, if you touch me, weren't aren't talking just firing any more. I am gonna press charges on your ass for assault and harassment. You hear me?"

Jason glared at her, but lowered his hand. He took a small step away from her.

"Now," Aviendha said, jabbing at him with her finger, "if you know what's good for you, you gonna back off, leave right now, and cool down. You all can resume your Jerry Springer episode at a police station or something. That is, if you wanna keep your job, and maybe out of jail."

Jason backed off another couple steps. "Okay," he said, holding up his hand. "Okay, I'm backing off."

Aviendha pointed firmly at the door, and still backing, he threw one last venomous glare at Alan, and then walked out. A moment or so after the door closed, Alan suddenly was able to breath again.

"Thanks," he told Aviendha. She just gave both of them a withering look, snorted, and stalked back to her desk around the corner.

Raina let out a breath. "Whew," she said. "That was ugly."

"I'll say," Laurel said. "You just about got Alan's face knocked onto the floor."

"Oh, he would have been fine," Rained told her, waving a hand down. She turned to Alan. "Wouldn't you?"

"Uh, sure, I think so."

Laurel snorted. "You should have seen your face. You were all scrunched up and just waiting for it to be removed. He hadn't even hit you yet."

Alan paused, tilting his head back. "I'm a lover not a fighter?"

They stared at him a moment, and then they both laughed. Then they looked at each other, as if wondering why the other was laughing.

Alan turned to Raina. "What was that all about, anyway?"

Raina turned away slightly, looking up and to the side. "Well, I kinda sorta maybe might have been caught banging the UPS man."

Alan and Laurel stared at her.

"What?" she said. "He was a young stud. I was 'expanding my horizons.' It was hot."

Alan and Laurel continued to blink at her.

"Did you hear her say 'check yourself before you wreck yourself'? I haven't heard that in years." Raina gave an approving frown. "She pulled it off amazingly well."

She shrugged. "Anyway, I better get to my desk." She walked passed Alan, spanking him on the ass as she went by. "Thanks, babe!"

Laurel stared after her a moment, her mouth slightly open, and then turned to Alan. "Oh my god," she said, her voice low. "You really *did* fuck her, didn't you?"

Alan opened his mouth, but closed it after a moment or so when nothing came out.

Laurel leaned forward, an expression Alan couldn't quite puzzle out on her face. "Just how many women at this company are you screwing?"

Alan stared at her a moment. Silently, he held up two fingers.

"What, that's *all*?"

Alan opened his mouth again, eyes squinted in confusion, but couldn't find a right way to form the question. He was having a lot of trouble making headway in this conversation.

Laurel frowned at him, her head slightly tilted and two fingers drumming on her lower lip. Abruptly, she turned back to her computer and began to type something furiously, pausing for a few moments, and then hammering the keys again. Alan tried to subtly lean back to catch a bit of what she was doing, but his eyes weren't good enough, and she was covering most of the screen with her body. But she did stop after a few minutes to look at him over her shoulder.

When she caught his eye, for some reason she winked at him again.

***

Laurel stayed a little late that evening. Alan was on a phone call when she left, but as she walked by, she smiled at him in a way that said something. He wasn't quite picking up what it was. He smiled and nodded back as she disappeared around the corner.

When he finally got off the phone, hanging it up with a sigh, there was a sudden tapping on his cubicle wall.

Ally stood at the edge of the wall, one hand resting on the top of it. Her dark, thick hair was gathered and caught up so it flowed over her right shoulder. It was held on place there by a black scrunchy. Despite it being casual day, she wore a tight, three-button business suit in navy, the collar dipping down just enough to show a bit more than an inch of cleavage. Her matching skirt stopped a few inches above her knees, and she wore nylons and black heels.

"Ally," Alan said, smiling. "What's up? You're here late again."

Ally smiled, but shifted from one foot to the other. "Yeah, I've... had some extra stuff to do lately." She paused, taking a breath. "Listen, I've got a... question for you."

Alan felt his heart start to speed up. He tried to keep his expression clear and friendly.