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"I... I want to sleep with her, feel her wetness on my skin, that lovely wetness, dripping; feel her hands, rub her sex with my sex. Oh, Mr Trevais, I want to lick her all over!"
"And so you shall! I think Miss Evans it is time you came to terms with your own sexuality, acknowledge men are not for you, and be comfortable in your desire for women, acknowledge it openly. Can you do that?" His eyes held hers: Randolph's special gift was at work.
"Yes, I can."
It would take more sessions to overcome her timidity, a repression rather shared by Cecily upstairs, but he would help Miss Evans but, just now, he had other needs.
"Would you pour the tea?"
His receptionist complied. Randolph did like a cup of tea. He also liked having his cock sucked and it was extremely pleasant at the very late end to that day to lean back in his chair with a cup in one hand and watch his, really rather attractive, secretary undoing his fly and releasing his penis into her mouth. She would not, of course, remember this part of the evening the next day. Randolph was mindful of the needs of others and did not let Miss Evans neglect her own cup of tea; but he had his own needs as well and it was particularly pleasant to feel the heat of the hot tea on her mouth transmitted to his cock after she had sipped her tea and turned her head back to him. Randolph mused on the interesting taste sensation of the mixing of the slightly astringent tea with the saltiness of his ejaculation when it came. Would it work as a blend or not? He smiled to himself as he took another sip, it would not be long before Miss Evans found out.
It was not.
"Drink, Miss Evans, drink!" Randolph gushed in a different way to Cecily, the pent up excitement of watching both Miss Stubbs and Miss Evans resulted in a copious ejaculation. He kept his eyes open as he came, savouring the image of Miss Evan's lips wrapped around his penis and the movement of her neck as she swallowed.
He lay back in his chair, feeling very content, whilst his naked receptionist knelt between his legs still gently sucking on his now wilting penis, "I think, Miss Evans, it is time I took you home to bed. You will masturbate yourself to sleep thinking of our Cecily. You may tell me your thoughts in the morning." He finished his tea. "Yes indeed, Miss Evans, a hot drink before bedtime does set you up for the night, don't you agree?"
- COMMENTS
Campus776 months agoI can't believe that you didn't respond to the comments below. What an ass! I assumed the stilted speech was uttered by a well educated, uppercrust Englishman. The names all sounded like that. "Ring" was easily understood. I've read enough of your stories to know that you have a firm understanding of the English language and an incredible imagination to give readers an interesting read. Ignore these fools!
Anonymousover 4 years agoIt's very difficult to be critical of grammar, when yours isn't perfect. I refer to the use of your, rather than you're in the first comment. Constructive criticism is good, but just being critical isn't. I would suggest that you back off a little, think about what you want to say, then think of a way to impart your wisdom, in a none offensive way.
Drmaxc, thank you for sharing your hard work and efforts freely for our pleasure.
Jackspeed2uabout 5 years agoCan’t be a client on a day like this, they normally ring ahead first on a ........ TELEPHONE..... NO not a telephone, who would have guessed a telephone. Shit people ringing someone on a telephone who would have guessed a telephone.
As I was reading that sentence I was thinking oh someone normally rings a head on a watermelon or a turkey maybe even a slate grey orange brick, you know the usual stuff. BUT then you said “telephone” and I freaked out, no way not a telephone, fuck off, no way, shit you got me with that one.
However then I took a deep breath, into my lungs, of air, from the atmosphere, that surrounds the planet, that borders space one one side and the earth’s crust on the other, calmed down and just thought “ this guy is going for word count since he has useless descriptors and explanations that provide no information, clarity or plot enhancement and only serve to make the story a stilted read as you trip over all the bullshit. Just like in the previous paragraph, the first one, where we are told that the sky is literally made of slate grey coloured slate rock”
Yep 1 Star and a report this story.
Jackspeed2uabout 5 years agoGrammar.... first bloody sentence.
Sky is slate grey and the roofs are slate grey, to be fair to them that’s because they are slate and grey.....
So what’s slate and what’s grey? EVERYTHING IN THE SENTENCE prior to the to be fair comment is now made of grey rock. How does that work having a world where the sky has a slate grey rock dome over it, is this a new flat earth model? So it’s dawn but how does one see the fucking sun rising to even have light if your covered in a slate grey rock dome.
First sentence and setting up your world that the story happen in and you stuffed it up badly. So you obviously don’t have a proof reader and didn’t read this after you wrote it. Lazy.
Being an author is more than just the writing. There’s fact checking, proof reading, publishing and marketing oh and don’t forget image to public.
Your image from reading the first sentence is a 14 yo virgin, fat with lots of pimples sitting in a basement who only stops wanking to hurriedly type a few grammatically incorrect sentences then mom comes down and picks up all your cum filled crusty tissues while your at school getting bullied. Oh and you are failing English at school, obviously.
