All Characters In the Story Are 18+ Years Old
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Author's Note: This section of Rubens and Telemann fell out of the folio on the way to transcription. Apologies to the readers for the confusion on the timeline. MP2
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**TUESDAY 8 a.m. to Noon**
Carter, still holding the confessed Peri on his lap, said, "First off, we need to get you moved in here with whatever gear you brought with you last week." He patted her thigh, "Where were you staying and did you come to LA alone?" he asked.
"Oh yes, I came alone. Uncle Arthur brought me for the campus tour and pre-registration, last May, but, I drove down last week, in my BMW, alone. I am checked in at a Motel 6 near the University. Thursday was my first full day on campus. I was going to wait until the long weekend was over before I claimed my dormitory room." Peri paused for a breath. "Why don't I go get my things and bring them right over here, this morning?" she suggested.
"Yes," Carter agreed, "That's a good plan. However, I have to be in my office soon and I probably will be there most of the day. I wanted to help you." He thought for a moment, then said, "How about this? Go to the motel, check out, leave your car packed, go to the dorms, decline your room, leave your car parked in student parking and walk to my office." Kissing her, he pushed her off and stood, "We'll get it all sorted out, but I have to get going and you don't want to miss the check out time." He reached into his wallet and pulled out three fifties, two twenties and a ten dollar bill. "Here, this ought to cover the bill," he said, offering Peri the money.
"Oh no, Uncle Bill," Peri said, "it's all good, I charged it to my trust fund credit card. Really, it's no problem, Thank You!" She gave him a huge hug and kiss.
"Alright, Sweetheart," Carter said, and walked down the hall to change for the office.
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Carter dropped Peri off at her Motel 6 on his way to the University. At the Counseling Center he stopped in the main office and greeted Ruth Cohen, the Counseling Secretary. "Hi, Ruth," he said with a smile, "Did you have a nice long weekend? Go anywhere special?"
"Hmmph!" she answered with a snort, "Me and Ray Milland...You know "Lost Weekend"? I just sat around and watched my movies. Went nowhere, did nothing special." she complained.
"Oh, well, for what it's worth, my weekend wasn't very exciting, either." Carter commiserated, picking up his Friday mail from his box. "What's my schedule look like for today?" he asked.
"You are stacked non-stop from 9:30 to 1:00, have a 2 and a 3 o'clock and then you are done." Ruth replied efficiently.
Carter glanced at the wall clock and saw it was 8:50. "OK, that's fine. Listen, that 4 o'clock you set up for me on Thursday was a no-show. If she comes back, squeeze her in and let me know, please. Also, I need 10 minutes with you in my office before my first appointment. Can do?" He looked inquiringly at Ruth.
"Sure, Dr. Carter." Ruth agreed, "No problem. I'll be right along." She turned back to the keyboard and resumed typing as Carter walked out. Three minutes later she knocked on Carter's office door and walked in. "You wanted to see me, Dr. Carter?" she asked, with her typical perfunctory tone.
"Yes, Ruth," Carter said, evenly, "That's exactly what I want. PRALINE." he declared in a clear voice. "Lock the door, come over here, close the blinds and stand between my knees, please." he commanded.
Ruth bolted the office door, walked around his desk, turned the plastic rod to close the venetian blinds and stepped between Carter's spread legs.
"Perfect, Ruth," Carter praised her, "Now strip nicely for me. It's OK, take your time, I don't mind if a student waits. I want to enjoy a little alone time with you." He continued with his customary grin.
Ruth began by unbuckling the wide, black, patent leather belt which hid the gathered waist of her gray, sharkskin, button front, shirtwaist dress. As she stood in front of Carter, her full-skirted hem draped over his knees. She placed the belt on the desk and did a quick pirouette.
When she was facing him again, her top dress button was undone and her fingers were twisting the second one through its loop. When it was freed, she opened the dress' neck and leaned over. Carter was treated to her deep cleavage when she planted a small kiss on his forehead before straightening up and unbuttoning the third disc. The fourth button followed, and her chest was exposed, when she spread the plackets and slipped the sleeves down her arms. She left the top half of the dress loose around her waist. Bending over again, she kissed Carter more substantially on the tip of his nose. Once more, his view of her bosom was prime, but now, unobstructed, except by her midnight-blue, underwired bra with its doubled lace cups.
"Magnificent, as always, Baby!" Carter complimented, as Ruth shimmied her tits before his face. "I'm always amazed, and a little bit sad, those beauties don't fall out when you shake them like that!" he confessed with a wry grin.
"Girls' secret, Bill," Ruth answered cryptically, then, reaching behind her back, she unhooked her brassiere. Now, leaning forward and shaking her boobs, they did, indeed 'fall out' in Carter's face. Ruth let the dark lace fall to the floor while Carter cupped her breasts with both hands and kissed her prominent nipples. "Mmmm, that must be better for you. Are you still 'sad', Billy?" she asked, transitioning into her Naughty Mom voice.
"Oh, no, not sad at all, Baby!" he rasped huskily, taking a last, quick, suck as Ruth straightened up again.
Ruth lowered her hands to Carter's thighs and ran them flat to his knees, gathering her skirt hem as she went. Lifting her skirt, incrementally by inches, she slowly twirled between his legs. Pausing at 180 degrees, she bent forward and shook her sharkskin skirt, rippling its shifting gray tones with her whisking rustle. Carter could almost see her stocking tops. Completing her turn, Ruth raised the skirt above her waist, reaching her arms even with her shoulders. The flared skirt hid her naked breasts, but revealed her matching dark blue, high-cut, bikini panties beneath her black lace suspenders and garter belt. Carter saw her stockings were sheer black and the tops, clipped to the snaps, banded her thighs about a hand's width below her darkly outlined pussy.
Ruth stepped a half-step forward and let go of the skirt. It fell, like a tent, over Carter's head, forcing the pungent, erotic aroma of Ruth's cunt into his nostrils. He breathed deeply in and out and cruised his hands up the backs of Ruth's legs, along the stocking seams, to the shelf of her bottom. Leaning forward he placed his nose on the crease of her twat and slowly raise his chin, dragging his nose to the upper edge of her slit where he gently touched her hidden clit, through the lace, with his lips. She was hot. She was wet. She was fragrant.
Ruth pulled back and raised her skirt and shirtwaist together over her head. Standing semi-nude in front of Carter, she put her hands on his shoulders, stepped out of her mules and straddled him, outside his legs, as he sat, with his hands on her hips just above her black, lace garter belt. Ruth got up on Carter's desk chair, grateful it was padded, and knelt before his chest, her shins astride his hips, her ankles over the chair edge. Slowly, she began weaving her torso, twisting her shoulders, gently bobbing her unbound breasts around Carter's head. Lifting her hands, she pulled his face into the depths of her cleavage and squashed her tits onto his cheeks and ears. When he was near suffocation, she gave a massive shimmy and arched her back as she released his head to spring back from her firm pillows.
Ruth stood on the chair, placing her cunt above Carter and out of sight. She silently picked up his hands and brought his fingers to her garter snaps. She held him as he unclipped her nylons. Now, standing with her left foot on Carter's rights shoulder, she rolled her left stocking to her toes, pulled it off and fluttered it to his desk. Reversing her stance, she repeated the maneuver on her right leg. Stepping down from the chair, she again positioned herself between Carter's knees and turned half-around. Bending over, Ruth wiggled her bikini-clad bottom as she pushed her lace belt back, and off, leaving it loose on the floor with her bra.
Turning around, once more facing Carter and standing between his thighs, she attended to the obvious proof of his enjoyment of her routine. Kneeling, now on the floor, she undid his trousers' belt and fly, pulling the pants and shorts down with a single, strong, yank to his knees and releasing his rampant, rigid, cock. Ruth arched her neck, dropped her chin and pulled the waving dick into her mouth. As she teased and sucked his mushroom, she pushed his pants the rest of the way to the floor. Carter hunched over her shoulders and ran his hands down Ruth's back to the waist band of her panties. pushing his hands inside, he stretched the elastic and slid the briefs over Ruth's ass as far as he could reach.
Returning, Carter cradled Ruth's armpits and lifted her, turning her to face away from him. As she arose, her underwear succumbed to gravity and slithered down her legs to join the other unnecessaries. Carter sat Ruth on his lap, skewering her cunt with his joint. He sighed as his dick slid easily up into her well-oiled pussy. Ruth thrilled at the filling feeling of Carter's thick staff invading her channel and pushing her walls aside to make room. She squeezed her cunt tight, hugging the visitor, making it welcome. Carter lifted and lowered Ruth's torso and thrust his hips, forcing himself deeper and deeper.
The initially languid pace increased to fever pitch. Carter groaned and Ruth gasped. They grunted together as his thighs collided with hers. Carter knowing he was close, hoped to hold until he was sure Ruth was ready to come. Ruth helped herself by rubbing her clit with her right hand and twisting her left nipple and areola with her left hand as Carter pushed and pulled her up and down on his pole.
"AAAHHH!" she cried, as at last she felt the first orgasmic wave crash through her body. She squeezed her pussy internally and closed her thighs tight, trapping her hand and Carter's cock in a vice as she rocked her hips and yipped, "Yes! Yes! Yes!"
Ruth's added pressure and ecstatic yelps pushed Carter beyond any self-control. He slid his hands to her hips, holding her in his own iron grasp against his groin, as he clenched his butt and fired his steaming seed into her storm.
As the waves of released tension ebbed, Ruth climbed from Carter's lap, turned to him and asked, "So, Billy, the cake's in the oven. Do you want to lick the bowl?"
He grinned and replied, "Oh mother, may I?" Grabbing her ass, he hauled her forward and buried his face in her cunt, sucking and lapping her juices, and his semen, flowing back from her bushy, dripping, brunette snatch. When he heard a knock at the door and a young man's voice calling his name, he forced himself to be satisfied. Tearing away from Ruth's still oozing pussy, he answered, "Sorry! It will be another few minutes. Go to the office and wait for the secretary. She'll let you know when I am available."
"Oh, OK,!" said the anonymous young man and he shuffled down the hall.
