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Posted on 03.28.05 by Justine @ 4:16 pm
As promised yesterday, here’s another kinky tale from John Martin. Have fun! Kisses, Justine Pee-C Virus - by John Martin The young woman answered the phone, “Janice Turner?”. The female voice at the other end of the line spoke. “Oh, Miss Turner, it’s Emsoft here. I’m afraid I have some bad news for you, Mr Hannay has asked me to call you straight away to tell you that we are unable to offer you the Systems Analyst position. Hello? Miss Turner?” Janice was in the process of destroying a paper clip. “Yes”, she said, “I’m still here. Well, thank you for letting me know so quickly.” And with that she hung up. Damn. Not that she was surprised at the news, nor that he didn’t have the guts to tell her himself. There were only four candidates at the interviews yesterday and she happened to know (it’s a small world) that she was head and shoulders above the rest. She almost knew that she didn’t get it because she had the wrong genitalia between her legs. There were still a lot of sexist bastards out there, even in Software Design. Richard Hannay was pretty typical. A tall, thin, gaunt man in his early forties, he didn’t have much time for women. His secretary was good at making coffee and keeping his schedule in order, but being a woman, that was about all she was capable of. He was the junior partner in Emsoft, a small software design house, and Stephen Rutherford, the senior partner, usually left staff appointments to him. As the morning wore on, Janice’s frustration was beginning to turn to anger. How the hell can people like that get away with it? Her mood wasn’t helping her thrush either. She always found that the itching got worse when she was stressed out. She surreptitiously slipped a finger under her panties and scratched. It didn’t really help. She’d have to get more some pessaries. This was not turning out to be one of her better days. She resolved to do something about the job, and picked up the phone and rang back. “Emsoft? Hello, it’s Janice Turner here again. Look, I was wondering if I could speak to Mr Hannay. I would really appreciate a few moments of his time. I was wondering if he could let me know why I wasn’t offered the appointment? I’d be very grateful.” Janice bit her lip. She hated to grovel, and that’s just what it was sounding like. To a man, as well. “Well. . .I’m afraid he’s not available at the moment, Miss Turner.” Janice persisted, “Well perhaps I could make an appointment to see him, maybe this afternoon? It will only take ten minutes of his time.” There was a pause. “Well, he is a busy man, Miss Turner, but shall we say 2:15pm? He has a meeting at 2:30 though, so it will have to be brief.” Janice smiled. Ten minutes would be quite long enough. She put the phone down and reached into her desk drawer and withdrew her box of blank floppy disks. She was something of an expert in computer viruses, and she intended to prove just how much they needed her talents. After all, she had nothing to lose! She reached into her panties again and had another scratch: the familiar burning sensation was beginning now too. “Mr Hannay will see you now, Miss Turner”. His secretary ushered Janice into the junior partner’s office and gestured for her to be seated. She sat down and gazed across the desk at the man; he didn’t even look up from his desktop PC to acknowledge she was there. He continued to tap at the keyboard and spoke without looking up, “Oh, thank you Christine, and could I have another jug of coffee and an extra cup for, er. . .”. He looked up at Janice. “Er. . .Miss Turnbull isn’t it?”. Janice corrected him and the secretary left. Finally he moved the keyboard to one side, and clasped his hands together as he leaned forward on the desk. He was greying and was wearing small gold-rimmed spectacles half-way down his nose. It made him look quite distinguished, but also faintly ridiculous. He peered over them. “Now then, Miss Turner, I understand you are not very happy that I didn’t offer you the job here.” Janice winced. “Well, not quite Mr Hannay. I realise that you should offer the job to whomever you believe is best for the position. No, I was just wondering why I didn’t do so well. Whether you had any tips on how I might improve my technique next time I go for an interview. That sort of thing.” Richard Hannay relaxed a little. “Oh, I see. Well, we did make notes of our impressions on all four candidates. I can’t see any harm in giving you the gist of what they say. Hmm”. Richard Hannay scratched his nose and pushed his spectacles up. This had never happened before, he was in unfamiliar territory. He thought it might be best to have a word with Stephen to see what he thought. Christine, his secretary tapped at the door, and came in with a fresh pot of coffee and a cup and saucer. She put it on the tray next to the other cup and took the other pot away. “Look, I’ll tell you what Miss Turner, you stay here and help yourself to coffee. And I’ll just have a few words with my colleague. If all is well I’ll put something down on paper for you. I may be five or ten minutes though. Is that fine with you?” Janice couldn’t believe her luck. Her special floppy disk was in her bag. All she’d need was 60 seconds at his keyboard, and three days later all SORTS of nasty things would start happening to his files. Only she would be able to stop it! She nodded vigorously. “Oh yes, Mr Hannay, that sounds fine. And thank you again. I really appreciate this.”. He stood up, picked up his personal organiser, and moved towards the door. Then he stopped. A thought occurred to him. He turned back and took a small key out of his pocket, and locked his desk drawer. His desk was paperless (all his work was on his PC). He then moved the mouse, clicked it a couple of times and when “RESTART OR SHUT DOWN” appeared on the screen, he switched the computer off. “I’ll try not to be too long”, he said, before leaving the room. Damn and blast, thought Janice. He had switched it off. Janice waited a few seconds just in case he returned. She stood up and went across to the other side of desk and switched it back on. The usual messages appeared before the one she was dreading appeared. “ENTER SYSTEM PASSWORD:”. This time she swore out loud. Even with her skills, she knew there was no way she could get past this. She could try a few passwords, but the system would probably record her attempts and so they’d know she’d been up to something. It wasn’t worth the risk. Reluctantly, she switched the machine off. Probably just as well; with hindsight it probably wouldn’t have been a smart thing to do. She poured herself some coffee and took a sip. She had nothing against the company, she just wanted to get revenge on this sexist bastard, Richard bloody Hannay. She became aware that she was scratching her pussy again, through her skirt. The burning feeling was quite bad now. She wasn’t desperate for the loo, but a quick squirt usually helped alleviate the symptoms. He’d only been gone a minute, and she hoped he wouldn’t be much longer. She found herself staring at his half-drunk cup of coffee on the tray. Suddenly a wicked idea flashed into her mind. She giggled. But immediately put it out of her mind. She couldn’t possibly do that. But somehow a voice in her head said “why the hell not?”. Before she really knew what she was doing, she had hoisted up her skirt, pulled her panties to one side, and was positioning his cup under her generous pussy. She tried to pee, but three of four drops of a creamy white discharge dropped into the cup instead. Then a spurt, which stopped immediately. Miraculously the burning feeling had almost disappeared. ‘God’ she thought, ‘What have I just done’. She put the cup back on the tray, pulled her panties back into place, and pulled her skirt down into position. She was blushing. What if someone had come in? But no-one had! She looked into his cup. The gluey, creamy stuff was still floating in a lump. She took a teaspoon and stirred vigorously. It dissolved and looked like any other half-drunk cup of white coffee. She sat down and tried to regain her composure; she was also feeling pretty sexy at the moment. Peeing in the guy’s coffee had felt good! A few minutes later, Richard Hannay returned. He handed her an envelope and said he hoped she’d find that useful. She nodded, thanked him, and he escorted her out of the room. She wasn’t really too concerned somehow at what was in the envelope any more. She decided it was probably better not to have gone ahead with the PC virus idea. All in all, she felt it hadn’t worked out too badly. She was feeling better, mentally at least. She left the building, crossed the street, and went into the drugstore to buy some pessaries for her thrush. Two days later she eventually got round to reading the single sheet of A4. To her surprise, it was actually quite constructive. Other people had remarked on her over-confidence, bordering occasionally on arrogance. Because she expected to get the job this must’ve come over as arrogance. She was beginning to feel a little guilty! Until she remembered that she was still the best candidate for the job (in her humble opinion) and should have got it anyway. But she thought it was only courteous to ring Emsoft, just to thank them for seeing her again. She picked up the phone, and asked the Receptionist for Richard Hannay. “Oh, I’m sorry, Mr Hannay isn’t in today.” “Oh”, said Janice, “Well when will he be next in?”. “Well, to be honest we’re not sure. He’s ill you see. Very unusual, Mr Hannay hasn’t had a day on the sick for years. Apparently it’s some sort of throat infection. They say he can’t speak a word. Came on very suddenly yesterday. The doctor’s had to put him on anti-biot….”. “Yes, yes” said Janice, interrupting the Receptionist’s verbal diarrhoea, “I see. Well is there anyone else I could speak to?” “Well, I think Mr Rutherford’s line is free, just trying it for you.” Janice was simultaneously embarrassed, guilty, triumphant and incredibly aroused for some reason. All this as a result of peeing in his coffee. Wow. She was just about to hang up (she was getting very hot!), when a voice on the phone spoke to her. “Ah, Miss Turner, Stephen Rutherford here. I’m very glad you rang, I was on the point of ringing you myself, actually. My colleague is indisposed at present, so I’ve been dealing with his affairs. I’ve just been looking through the Systems Analyst interview file, and - well - it seems to me that my colleague may have made a mistake. From what I can see here, you really should have been appointed. Is there any chance you can come in so that we can take this further, Miss Turner?” Janice could hardly believe her luck. Why hadn’t she thought of it before? If all else fails, cut out the middle-man. She hung up and let out a yelp of joy. It’s funny how things turn out, she thought. It looks like I’m going to be offered a highly paid job just because I pissed in someone’s coffee. And only I know about it. She was rubbing her pussy now. The thrush had virtually disappeared, but this time another type of secretion was making her underwear moist! She was breathing heavily now and, as she was alone, decided things had to be attended to down there. It just couldn’t wait. As she got closer, closer to orgasm she started to giggle. It suddenly occurred to her that she had been successful. She didn’t use the floppy disk, but STILL managed to pass on a virus. Or should that be “piss” on a virus? “Aaayyeeeeoooo!” she cried at the top of her voice. A fierce orgasm ripped through her body as her abdomen pulsated, bucking up into the air, and falling down. She lay back exhausted. She had a huge grin from ear to ear, from pleasure and satisfaction. This was turning out to be a much better day. - The End - Copyright John Martin Filed under: Kinky Comments: None |
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Posted on 02.08.05 by Justine @ 10:48 pm
Well, here’s the story I promised you yesterday. My experience with the girl in the shoe shop certainly got my creative juices flowing (and some other juices as well) and I think the story turned out very well Justine Shopping For Shoes I love shoes and I particularly love going shopping for them. I always wear a very short skirt or dress and go to a shoe shop that I haven’t been to before - this makes it more exciting! Last year I went shopping in a town called Ipswich. It’s in the county of Suffolk in the south-east of England. I wore a pair of red high-heeled shoes, and a very short red dress that barely covered my ass and pussy. All it needed was a gust of wind and I may as well have been naked! I found a shoe shop just off the main shopping area and started browsing the shelves, looking for a bargain. As I did so, I spotted my prey. A smartly dressed young man was tidying the racks of shoes. It was quiet in town today and he obviously had plenty of time on his hands. He looked very young indeed, barely out of school, and a little unsure of himself. He spotted me and walked uncertainly over. “Can I…can I help you, Madam?” he enquired with a shy smile, looking me up and down. I smiled back warmly and asked if he had any high-heeled lace up boots I might try in a size four. Something really sexy, if he had it. He looked a little flustered by my request, but hurried off and soon came back with two or three pairs for me to choose from. “Oh thank you, you’re so kind”, I breathed, “Would you mind helping me on with them? They can be very difficult, you know.” He agreed readily and showed me to a seat. The shop was still empty, so I knew I could begin some fun with this poor unsuspecting boy… I sat down and kicked off my shoes - “The red ones first I think, don’t you?” I said, looking deep into his eyes as he knelt down in front of me. He couldn’t help his gaze from wandering to my bare thighs as he started unlacing the shiny red leather boots. I parted my legs just slightly so he could see the dark triangle beyond, but quickly squeezed them back together before he saw too much. He gulped and perspiration broke out on his brow as he fumbled with the laces. I stared at him lustily, my breathing getting faster and harder as I thought of what I’d like to do to him. He became uncomfortable under my gaze and flustered by his own arousal. “Er, it’s a lovely day today, isn’t it?” he stuttered. “Oh yes” I replied quickly, “I just love it - a girl doesn’t have to wear much in this weather!” I was maybe a little eager in my reply as he looked even more awkward and embarrassed. I felt sorry for him and, at the same time, felt my lust growing and my pussy moistening. He offered the first boot to me and I lifted my leg to slip me foot in. Inevitably, the material of my dress fell away to reveal my nakedness. The boy was transfixed as I wriggled my toes into the boot, pretending not to notice. I could see a bulge appearing in his trousers as he continued to stare from the corner of his eye, tortured by wanting to see my cunt, but not wanting me to know he was looking! “What do you think?” I asked huskily. “Wha.. what?” he stammered looking up at me, his face flushed with excitment. “The boots” I said firmly, “What do you think of the boots? I think they need lacing up. Would you mind?” “Yes, yes of course, I’m sorry. My mind had wandered…” his voice trailed off and he started fumbling with both boots, lacing them up. I kept my feet firmly on the floor, knees slightly apart, so he had to get right down on the floor to do them. The poor boy was in a real state! “I like them nice and tight, don’t you?” I asked, cruelly teasing him with another double entendre. He started stammering but I interrupted “The laces, I mean, I like them tied real tight.” I gave him my sauciest smile and touched him gently on the arm as he finished tying them up. “Thank you so much. Now let me see in the mirror.” I strutted over to the mirror, aware of his eyes on my body, and stood and twisted and turned to see what I looked like. They did look good actually, but that wasn’t what I was interested in. I walked back and bent down in front of the boy who was still kneeling on the floor. As I did so, my breasts bulged out over the top of my dress, right in front of his face. “Do you like them?” I asked him softly. He gulped and stared back at me, trying not to look at my cleaveage. “Oh, you mean the boots, don’t you” he half chuckled, pleased not to have been fooled this time. “No, I mean my tits” I replied, my voice throatier than ever with lust, “Why don’t you lock up and show me your store room?”. The boy was stunned and couldn’t answer. I reached for his hands and placed them on the swell of my breasts, then moved one down to my aching wet pussy. “Would you like that? I’m sure you’ve got something in there you’d like to show me.” The boy pulled away and for a moment I thought I’d been too forward and scared him off, but he rushed across the shop with his keys and swiftly locked the door. “We haven’t got long you know,” he gushed, “My manager will be back from lunch. And I’m not very experienced at this kind of thing you know…”. He would have gone on and on for ages, I’m sure, but I silenced him with my mouth on his. And, oh how sweet his lips were! I darted my tongue into his mouth and he responded readily. I could wait no longer so I steered him to the back of the shop, through a door marked “Staff Only”. The door slammed behind us and there we were in this tiny leather-scented room. “Now, fuck me, please fuck me!”, I begged, not caring what he thought of me, just deperate to get his cock up me. I undid his trousers and let them fall round his ankles. His stiff dick was pointing up in the air, the head glistening with pre-cum. I knelt down and licked his helmet, sucking it deep down in my throat. Then, tugging him towards me, I backed up against the door and put my leg round his waist, pulling his shaft towards my aching cunt. “Not yet” he said, smiling now he was in control, “I want to see you naked except for the boots, then I’ll fuck you anyhow you want.” I pouted at him as I slipped my dress over my head, revealing my body to his gaze, wearing nothing but the red boots as he’d requested. “Fucking hell” he exclaimed, “Fucking hell…”. He didn’t able to say anything else and kept repeating this as he pushed me up against the door and impaled me with his engorged member. I came almost immediately, I couldn’t stand it! His cock was so stiff and hot, and he was such a sweet boy! He moaned and mumbled incoherently then yelled as he creamed up inside me, his whole body shuddering with pent-up ecstacy. His lips never left mine as his hips continued moving, and his hands stroked and tweaked my breasts and nipples. At that moment we heard the front door of the shop rattling. The boy stopped, a look of horror on his face. “Oh shit, that’ll be my manager! Oh fuck, I’m going to be in real trouble!” He pulled out of me and started fumbling around with his clothes. I slipped my dress on and helped him get his trousers back on. “Don’t worry, I’ll distract him” I said with a smile, straightening my dress and re-arranging my hair. “No, you don’t understand!” the poor lad was stricken, “It’s a she! My manager’s a woman!” I started laughing at the look of fear on his face. “Even better” I said, winking at him as I opened the door and headed off towards my next conquest. I’ve always enjoyed a challenge! Written by Justine from http://www.JustinesBedroom.com Filed under: Kinky Comments: None |
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