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"Probably not. He's quite reclusive."
"Uh, huh. Very well. Let's get this ball rolling. How is this going to affect our timetable for finishing up the website and starting our marketing campaign?" Nick asked
"Well, as I see it, there are three things we need to complete; one, get the video of the various products for which we are posting demo clips shot, edited, and posted on the website; two, get the box art and other marketing materials for the simulator designed and printed - in the case of the boxes - or posted - in the case of the website; and three, discuss and create the marketing materials for your promotion of the new website and new direction for FI.
As we discussed earlier, the video clips will probably take a bit more than a week. The design of the box art and marketing materials should take, oh, three days to complete, after which the printing of the boxes should take another week and a half, perhaps two, depending on the printer's schedule. That week and a half is out of our hands, though. So, you asked me earlier if the website could be done in two weeks. I would say that we should be able to complete the web site and the simulator artwork and promo materials in two weeks. After that we can work on the marketing for the new website promotion while the printer does their thing. How does that sound?"
Sounds like a plan to me, Jack. Susan? Alice?" Both ladies nodded their heads in agreement. "Great!" Nick paused, "Is there anything else we need to discuss this afternoon?" When no one said anything, he continued, "Alright, then, thanks everyone. Let's get to it."
The meeting broke up, and Susan, Jack, and Jennifer returned to Jack and Jennifer's 'office.' "Well, it's getting fairly late in the afternoon. Do we have time to start working on the demo videos?" Susan asked, sounding a bit hopeful.
"By the time we get the equipment set up, it will almost be time to go home. Why don't we hold off on that until the morning, and brainstorm a bit on the art and stuff for the simulator? Don't forget, we need a name, too." Jack replied.
"Okay, that sounds like a good idea." She managed to hide most of her disappointment. They discussed some ideas for the remainder of the afternoon, and then called it a day.
The next day was Thursday, and Jack would normally have spent the morning at S&B, but Friday was the last one of the month, so he would be going there Friday morning, instead, to update their website with the latest pricing info. Therefore, Thursday morning found them setting up to shoot video, Jack drawing on his newly-wished cinematographer/videographer skills. As the wish had to be sexually based, he was now dubiously happy to know that, if all other gainful employment failed, he could always make a living as one of the best porn cameramen in the industry.
So, after a few false starts while getting everything and everyone working correctly, they spent a cock and nipple hardening day shooting video of Jennifer succumbing to the attacks of toy after toy, made all the more intense as the whole point was to show how to use them correctly and/or to their best advantage. Productivity around the office dropped precipitously as she drew a continual crowd. There were signs up around the booth asking for quiet, so the only sounds to be heard echoing through the warehouse were Jennifer's, which she did nothing to subdue. They figured the it would make good background music to the narration Jennifer would record later.
Finally, at five o'clock, Jack had to carry a limp Jennifer to the car while she complained loudly about the overload of orgasms. When they got to the car, she grinned conspiratorially, hopped out of his arms, and scampered into the passenger seat.
"Ham," Jack accused.
She shrugged and continued grinning as she replied, "Hey, some of it was true. I really did lose count of the orgasms not too long after lunch."
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Friday morning at eight found Jack once again at Smith and Brown, meeting with Margaret. She actually had quite a bit of work for him to do in addition to posting the latest pricing file, and he was hard pressed to finish it all by lunch time.
After lunch he and Jennifer returned to FI to continue shooting video, and to her sounds echoing through the warehouse drawing a constant audience. Jack noticed at one point that Jamie, the receptionist, seemed to have a particular interest in the goings-on. He figured it would be a shame to interrupt Jennifer's current duel with a vibrating dildo with rotating pleasure beads, so he made a mental note to ask her about it later.
Near the end of the day, Jennifer again pestered Susan, this time until she agreed to go shopping the next day. When Jack asked what she was up to, Jennifer said it was time to get Susan out of her frumpy clothes, and that just because she wanted to hide her endowment didn't mean she shouldn't look as lovely as she could.
So, after a fairly mundane but nonetheless hot and satisfying wakeup 69 Saturday morning, Jennifer was off. Jack decided to walk a couple of blocks to his favorite coffee shop for a cup, a bagel, and a paper. He normally didn't drink coffee in the summer, and hadn't visited the shop since Genie arrived, but the morning was cool and overcast, so he figured what the hell. When he arrived, he grinned; perhaps he would forgo the paper.
This particular coffee shop was one of several owned by a fairly large and interesting family of Mediterranean immigrants. Jack was never absolutely positive of the relationships, but as far as he could tell there were three sisters; two quite attractive, one - the oldest - not so much. There was currently only one husband, who was married to the 'not so much', although he seemed to argue amiably with all three equally.
All three sisters had children. The youngest sister, who looked to be in her mid to late thirties, had fairly short, medium-brown hair, and was slender, almost willowy, but had a very nice ass. She had a beautiful raven-haired daughter in what appeared to be her late teens. The girl was only about five feet tall, but had an incredible figure packed in that fairly short frame. The only negative thing that Jack could say about her was that the hair on her arms was a little dark for his tastes.
The middle sister, who appeared to be around 40, was a bit more curvaceous than her younger sibling, with dark brown hair, nice medium round boobs, and a ready smile that crinkled her laugh-lines attractively. A MILF, indeed. She had two children, one daughter and one son. The daughter was around twenty, and had also received the curvaceous gene in spades, nearly too much, perhaps. Her chest was large and high, her waist narrow, and her ass quite full. It might have been too full, except that she kept it in check - and incredibly round and firm - through her athletic lifestyle, mostly by running. Completing her particular package was a gorgeous head of long, uniquely cinnamon-brown colored hair. Her brother, a couple of years younger, was as equally attractive as his sister and cousins, if Jack's limited judgment, combined with the looks that he had seen the guy receive from female customers, were any indication.
Ironically, the daughter of the oldest sister and her husband was the most strikingly beautiful of the younger generation. She was taller, but had otherwise received the same raven hair and shapely figure as her youngest cousin, perfectly ripened at twenty two or so, and without the arm hair. There was no telling where she had gotten the exotically shaped, green-tinted eyes, though.
Jack had always felt either sorry for or envious of the lone boy in the family. Unless he was an absolute raging homosexual, the incestuous urges bought on by living in such a close-knit family comprised of so many gorgeous women had to have been overwhelming, and either he had been able to satisfy those urges, or he hadn't.
On this particular Saturday morning Jack was pleased to find the middle sister and her daughter manning the shop. "Hey, Jack! Where have you been? Wherever it has been, it has done you good. You are looking great!" Maria, the mother, said in her delicious accent.
"It's summertime! Too hot for coffee."
She scoffed good naturedly at this absurd notion, and then asked, "What can we get you, then?"
He grinned, "A medium coffee - the usual kind - and a cinnamon raisin bagel with cream cheese, please."
She rolled her eyes, smiled and shook her head while muttered something in a language he didn't speak, and went to fill his order. The daughter had gone into the back to do something or other, so he watched Maria's slender yet curvy figure move beneath her tight T-shirt and jeans as she poured his coffee and cut and cheesed his bagel. "Here you are Jack."
He paid, thanked Maria warmly, and sat at a nearby table. He grabbed a paper and pretended to peruse it while surreptitiously reading Maria's tote board. He saw that she was fairly open and casual about sex, had quite a bit of experience, and her attraction to Jack was fairly decent. Hmmm. Jennifer?
Yes, dearest?
Jack grinned. I'm at the coffee shop, and thinking about having a little fun. Can you read what's going on so I don't have to explain it all?
Tingle. Okay, got it, naughty boy. What do you want to do?
Jack knew he could just wish for Maria to have sex with him, but didn't really want to be that heavy handed, even knowing he could make her forget afterward, and make it like it never happened. He decided to try to go at it from a different angle.
Well, not to put too fine a point on it, I want to fool around with Maria and her daughter. However, I don't want to just wish that they have sex with me. Instead of adding an irresistible desire to have sex, I think I'd like to try to remove some barriers and see if that's enough. Maria's attraction to me looks like it might be possible.
Sounds interesting. Where would you like to begin?
Well, with privacy, I guess. Can I wish that we not be disturbed by any customers... hmmm I hate for her to lose the possible income, though. How about this; I wish that we not be disturbed by any customers until I decide we are done, and that twice the usual income for the time taken be deposited in the register, with no problems about how it got there.
Tingle. Done.
What, no problems about wishing up the money?
Not in this case, when you are wishing it for someone else, and in order to clear the way to have sex with them. Jack could hear the grin in her voice.
"Great, it's easy to wish other people money," Jack grumbled quietly to himself before continuing. Okay. Now. What other barriers are preventing Maria from having sex with me?
Well doing it in public, still. She doesn't know what you just did.
Oh! Right. She should know subconsciously that no one will interrupt or see us.
Even the daughter? Jennifer asked lecherously.
Hmmm. We'll get back to that.
Okay. Done.
What's the next barrier?
Concerns about STDs and getting pregnant. She isn't on any birth control.
Very well. She should know subconsciously that she will not catch anything, or get pregnant. Beyond that, there will be no unpleasant or undesired physical repercussions of any sort from our encounter. Oh, and she should know that anything that might happen would stay absolutely confidential. What else?
That's most of it. She has fewer moral qualms about casual sexual encounters that most females around here, mostly due to cultural differences in her home country. Plus, she's pretty horny, as you can see from her board, due to the fact that she's been busy working their various locations and hasn't taken much time for... leisure.
Okay. What about her daughter, after removing the same barriers?
Hmmm, Jennifer paused, a tougher nut to crack. She's in college, and pretty much has her pick of the boys when and if she wants a fling. She thinks you're pretty hot, with your new bod, but a little old.
Old?!
Sorry, Jack, it's just how girls her age think.
Humph. Old. We'll see about that, Jack though to himself. Then to Jennifer, Well, the daughter is exempt from the no spectator rule. She can watch if she wants to.
Jack looked around for Maria. With perfect timing, she was approaching his table. He thought quickly, and made a silent wish. He turned his knees out from under the table, as if to get up, just in time to bang them into Maria's. She squeaked and fell into him, twisting to plop into his lap. She laughed.
"I'm sorry, Maria!" Jack apologized.
She smiled at him. He was pleased to see that her arousal and interest in him had risen higher with the removal of the barriers. "That's ok, Jack, as long as you didn't do it on purpose," she mock scolded him with a wagging finger.
"Oh, well, what if I did do it on purpose?"
"Well, then I might have to punish you."
"Oh?" A quick look at her board confirmed little interest in D/S or spanking, "In what way?"
"Mmmm, I think I would make you give me a shoulder massage. I've been moving cases of coffee beans all morning."
Well, in that case," Jack murmured, "I've been planning it for months."
"Ah," she twisted and re-plopped her ass on his crotch, "massage my shoulders, please."
"Yes, ma'am."
Jack gave her an excellent shoulder massage (another skill gained along the way from Genie's power) as they made pleasant conversation loaded with double entendre and his now-hard shaft poked her in the butt. Jack watched her tote board closely in order to keep the conversation as titillating as possible while not pushing her too far. Was this cheating? Hell yes. Did he care? Hell no.
She finally shrugged her shoulders. "Wow, Jack. All the stiffness is gone! Thank you. Is there anything else I can get you?"
"You are quite welcome. "Um," Jack stalled for a second, then went for broke, "I'd like a little more milk for my coffee, but I don't want you to get up to get it."
She pondered this for a moment. "Well, there's only one way I could do that sitting here, and I'm afraid those pretty much dried up when Jonn was one. You would have a hard time getting anything out of them." She paused, then whispered, a slight quiver to her breath, "But you are welcome to try."
That was certainly all the green light Jack needed. Placing one hand on her side, he used the other to gently move her shoulder-length dark brown hair out of the way, exposing her neck. Bending to nuzzle and kiss her skin softly, he placed his free hand on her other side, then slowly moved both up toward her breasts. She bent her neck to expose it to his lips, and moaned softly, then again when he gently cupped her orbs. He lightly fondled, caressed and squeezed her breasts, paying extra attention to her nipples as they perked up at his touch, while exploring ever square inch of her neck and ear with lips and tongue.
She began murmuring in her native language, an incredibly erotic sound, made even more so by his not understanding a word. It sounded extremely hot, though, and Jack was sorely tempted to have Jennifer translate, but then figured that the mystery was better. For all he knew she could be saying, "Beige, I think I'll paint the ceiling beige," although from her panting, turgid nipples, and musky smell, he doubted it.
At his gentle direction, she stood long enough to turn around and straddle him. Their lips and tongues immediately sought each other, as his hands returned to her chest. They were only there a few moments, though, before she leaned back enough to shuck off her t-shirt and unclasp her bra. Their kissing resumed, and Jacks fingers now played over firm, bare flesh.
Some time later, Jack's lips left hers to travel a slow, meandering path along her jaw line, down her neck, across a shoulder blade, then finally to a nipple. There he gently tried to tease and cajole a few drops of milk forth for his coffee. After quite awhile at this, accompanied by moans and more erotic but un-translated utterances, he left that breast to reconsider its selfishness, and tried the other.
After even greater efforts, and still having no luck, he was on his way back to the first to see if it had changed its mind, when she suddenly stood up. "But, I haven't gotten my milk yet!" he said with pretended petulance.
"It is MY turn to milk something," she growled in barely understandable English. Apparently it slipped when she was highly distracted. She grabbed his waist band and hauled him upright with very little help from him. She led him over to the carpeted 'conversation nook'. A quick, silent wish had the carpet clean and more than normally padded, if no less worn.
Stopping Jack in the middle of the nook, she dropped to her knees to unbutton and unzip his shorts, then jerk them to his ankles. She gasped softly at what was revealed; a long, thick cock, tailored just for her. Jack noted that while it wasn't as long as Jennifer preferred - not a surprise - it was just as thick. After a few seconds of thought, he recalled that she had birthed two children, which probably explained it.
She grasped his shaft lovingly at its root and expertly inhaled as much as she could. She was quite talented, and her aggressive sucking and tonguing had his fuse burning quickly. She didn't go long, though, before removing her lips and stroking his shaft from root to helmet with a tight fist until she got what she was looking for; a drop of pre-cum. She tongued it from his cock tip, and then said, "Now the real milking can begin."
She lay on her back, bent her legs to put her feet on the floor, and lifted her ass off the carpet in order to do that special dance women do to wriggle out of tight jeans while lying down. Tossing them aside, she revealed her body to him. Yes, there were a few stretch marks from childbearing, but those were faint on her flat belly, and there was no way two children had fed at those still-high, firm tits. Yes, there were a few fine wrinkles here and there, but all in all, still a very beautiful woman.
She basked in his admiring stare for a moment, and then beckoned to him. It was obvious what she wanted, so he moved between her legs to align his shaft with her opening and slowly push in. His thick shaft was a perfect, snug fit, and she moaned loudly as he filled her completely. Beginning a slow, pleasant rhythm, he had a thought. Jennifer?
Jack! She scolded, you should be concentrating on her, not talking to me! And besides, do you know how hard it is to shop with Susan when you keep sending these images into my head?
Jack was barely able to suppress a smile. You better be careful, or you are going to be trying to shop with a few of those invisible feathers tickling your tits.
His warning was greeted by silence, most likely as she weighed the various pros and cons of this particular ultimatum. Jack continued before she made her decision. Can you give Maria control over my, um, fucking, for lack of a better word? Have her unconsciousness or libido or whatever control my speed, angle, position, etcetera, to give her the greatest pleasure? And have me hold off to cum with her last orgasm?
Tingle. Done. What I want to know is, why didn't you think of that with me?
I'm perfecting it on this test subject before subjecting you to the finished product.
Her mental laugh was just as lovely and arousing as the real one. Bullshit, but I'll hold you to that, anyway, Jack.
Before returning his full attention to the task at hand, he silently, secretly wished that the feathers attack... but only for thirty seconds.
His thrusting quickly picked up speed, until he was slamming into her harder than he would have on his own. It was an interesting experience, having his body fuck as if on autopilot, although he was briefly concerned that he was going to hurt her. That didn't seem to be a problem, though, as the harder he pounded into her, the louder her moans became, until she screamed out in orgasm an few minutes later. His thrusting immediately slowed, until he stilled, buried within her. He stayed this way for a moment as she recovered, then quickly accelerated again.
