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"I’ve got the best job in the work running a server here for Assholes Online," Dick Fitswell gloated to himself. I am regarded as a professional and one of the most intelligent men in the work force. My company is going places and it’s huge. Now that I’ve hired Wendy, I’ve got a cute chick working for me. From now on I’m calling my 18 inch dick, Caesar, and my motto with these women is going to be: "I’ve come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. I don’t care if Wendy doesn’t even know how to turn a computer on so long as she keeps my cock in condition. And if she doesn’t, I’m firing her tight little ass." Dick Fitswell had just hired Wendy for one reason only-------she was the most sensuous, gorgeous looking woman out of the five hundred women who had answered the help wanted add he had put in the paper. Blonde, and nearly five foot eight, Wendy was the embodiment of female perfection, a goddess in human form, long legged and flat bellied, who possessed the innocent blue eyed look that announced that paradox many men find so attractive, yet allusive----"I know everything about sex but I’ve never experienced it." "How about a cup of coffee, Wendy? These hours are starting to kill me." Dick Fitswell watched Wendy bend over the low table. He had purposely shortened the tables legs with a hack saw so that he could watch her trim little ass tighten each time she poured him a fresh cup and nearly creamed his pants for the fifteenth time that day. "Oh God, Dick Fitswell thought, I"ll bet she’s so tight that I’ll come and come when I get inside her. I can’t wait any longer. It’s time to make my move." "Wendy," he said as he lit a Camel, "You and I both work in a very high pressure environment for the finest and largest Internet Service provider in the World. And we are both very highly paid for what we do. America Online expects a lot from us, and we cannot fail to disappoint them. The world is watching us. We must help AOL continue to dominate this industry. If we aren’t ready for every eventuality, we are going to fail. And if we fail we will let America down. Our country will never forgive us. It is imperative that you and I work together as finely tuned team, that we learn to think as one, and react as one if our computer systems ever fail." "Our task is great, Dick. Everybody who is anybody is jumping to join cyber land with America Online," Wendy agreed. "Wendy, sex can distract a man or a woman from work. Which is okay in most job positions but your job here with AOL is so important that you cannot let this happen to you. As your boss I feel I have to make sure it never distracts you and that your job is foremost on your mind. I want you to look upon me as the source of your every need—your need of a pay check, your need for sex, and your need for companionship so that you won’t find anything wanting in this office. "I see your point, Dick, but we just don’t know each other well enough. Let’s just go slow at first." "How about a blow job then? Dick Fitswell didn’t enjoy blow jobs since they passed for substitutes for the real thing causing a man to blow his wad without allowing him to achieve penetration. For Dick, achieving the perfect fit was the only thing. Blow jobs were not the means to the end. They made him lose his erection even if it meant that he spilled his juices thus depriving him of inserting his penis into that perfect love channel he had made it his quest to find. But Wendy was special and Dick Fitswell felt that having her suck his penis would make her fall in love with his irresistible appendage. "Oh Dick, I don’t know if we should. Now?" "Now Wendy. We have to start somewhere. Take off your clothes so I can watch while you suck me. I can’t feel your presence tingling my skin unless you are naked and showing off the real you." Wendy was more than Dick Fitswell ever expected. She started to strip, then hesitated, but his eyes implored her to finish taking her clothes off, calling out to her, "Trust me. You are doing the right thing." Her nipples hardened to his touch. When he started to stroke her between her legs, he sensed that she was his and that he would soon be inside her. Suddenly she jerked away shouting, "No. Not now. Not this time Dick. Here, just lean back while I suck your balls." Dick Fitswell had never experienced a woman like Wendy before. Suddenly she had become assertive. It was a question of taking it or losing her. Stroking her between her thighs had almost made him come. He knew he would have ejaculated all over her stomach and licked his own come off of her just to lick her stomach. If she asked him to, he would have eaten out her asshole. For the first time in his life he felt cowed. And obeyed her, sitting back at his desk chair in front of the main computer as she leaned over his lap. He had never felt his member become so hard before as Wendy knelt over him and started to suck his balls. Suddenly Dick Fitswell felt sharp pinpoints of pain as her teeth bit into his testicles. Wendy jumped back and said: "You are mine Dick. I am going to make you come when I want you to come. Just sit back and enjoy this." Hunching over him once more, Wendy showed off her narrow waist and trim back to Dick Fitswell as she shoved her nipples into his groin. Fitswell felt her nipples harden against his penis as she rubbed her chest across his lap. Then she inched her body backwards and took his penis into his mouth. Dick Fitswell never wanted a woman so badly in his life. He wanted his whole cock up her, then up her ass. He wanted to make her squeal. But Wendy was having none of it. Dick tried to switch positions on her. Once again she bit his testicle, then shoved him back into his chair. "You want me Dick, don’t you? You want it right up my legs but you are not going to get it until I let you and that’s not going to be now. You are just going to have to come in my mouth." Dick Fitswell once again felt his penis sliding in her wet, silky mouth. He felt her gentle sucking on his shaft. Then he lost control as the first drops of semen started to ooze from his penis. Wendy felt his excitement surge, and tasted those first little drops before the deluge. Then she spit his penis out of her mouth. Her timing was perfect. She watched with a self satisfied smile as Dick Fitswell jettisoned come all over his computer. Some of it drenched his mouse pad--his favorite mouse pad, the one he had custom designed with an image of his own gigantic Fitswellian penis etched into its foamy surface. She was quick, jerking her body sideways so that the main force of his come spurted all over his computer. Dick Fitswell’s eyes watched in disbelief as his semen squirted over the face of his computer. The problem was the computer no longer had a face since he had been using it as the main server in the office and had started putting two new hard drives into it. The computer case was lying next to his desk on the floor. Semen flooded all over the circuit boards of the exposed computer and its hard drives, Unfortunately for all the AOL members who had been dialing into the web from Fitwell’s server, Dick Fitswell had spewed more come than he had ever spilled in his life. Suddenly the computer shorted out as 75000 AOL members lost their connections. "What have we done?" asked Wendy. "We just disconnected all our subscribers in this area. You should have let me fuck you." "Turn on the backup systems, Dick." "There is no backup system. AOL doesn’t believe in them." Three hours later, Dick Fitswell’s supervisor, the district manager for AOL, entered Dick’s office. "Well Dick, we now have 75000 customers offline. How’d you do it?" The supervisor asked. "Come on in, Jeff. It’s hard to explain but.........." The supervisor saw the main computer on Fitswell’s desk, its hood off and still lying on the floor. Dick Fitswell and Wendy had tried to get all the come off the desk and most of the computer but Dick knew from experience that a scrubbing of the circuit boards and some of its other parts would completely ruin it. Half congealed globules of semen still adhered to the circuitry. "What did you two do, come all over this thing?" the supervisor asked. "I don’t want to lie to you. Yes, we did," said Fitswell. "I am really sorry. I should have used a rubber." "Fuck it, Dick. I wouldn’t worry too much about it," the supervisor replied. "You and I have been friends for a long time." "Yeah, but we have 75000 customers offline and they aren’t going to be happy campers," said Dick Fitswell. "They are Aolers, Dick. They are used to getting a lot less and paying more for it. They are the sheep of the Internet world. They will take anything and think they are doing the right thing. That’s why we call ourselves America Online. They think that because our company name has America on it that’s it’s got to be a fine organization." The supervisor winked at Dick Fitswell, then smirked. "But we know better, don’t we Dick? We get paid far more than we are worth and the company charges a lot more for internet access than everybody else. Hell with it. We will just have to get you new equipment and have our subscribers pay the bill. Then the supervisor addressed Wendy. "Wendy, can I have a moment alone with Dick?" After Wendy disappeared into the hallway outside the office, the supervisor took Dick Fitswell by the arm. "Well done Dick. I’ve never seen a woman so attractive. I hope you will fuck her once for me. Look, my office manager and Secretary, Holly, is getting a little old. I think she should retire. I want you to advertise for her replacement and find someone as good looking as Wendy."
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