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Sister Monica
By Chris Davis
Sister Monica had been out of the Convent that her parents had put her in for
only two months when she went to her first job interview. She had been working
on her Aunt's farm learning more about the world that she had left for three
long years. Now, she was no longer "Sister Monica", but just Monica
and back in the big city, ready to start over. Her parents had sent her to the
convent since they were very religious and were considered a prominent family in
the small town that Monica grew up in that was 15 miles outside the major city
in the county. Monica had brought shame to her family's good name thanks to an
addiction to alcohol and late-night romps with the men around town. Once Monica
had graduated High School, however, these fun activities came to a screeching
halt as her parents tricked her into admitting herself into a strict Convent
instead of a Private College as she thought that she was going to.
While at the Convent, she learned a renewed self-respect for herself as well
as a new-found piety that she never had before. Still, some nights, when a hot
wind blew and the humidity was high, she would lie awake in her room and touch
herself like she used to, if only to cool the desire between her thighs until
she could regain control of her senses.
Now she was applying for a job as a secretary in a major Firm and was
extremely nervous. Even though she had done secretarial work before, she wasn't
sure that her qualifications were quite up to snuff. To offset this, she decided
to wear her best outfit, a blue blouse, black blazer with a white skirt. Her
hair was teased over to her right shoulder and she were 4" black heels
accessorized with a gold Flower lapel pin. She was definitely dressed to the
9's!
"Monica? Mr. Davis will see you now" said a receptionist. Monica
walked briskly to the office door and was met with a cool draft of air and such
a sight that she took a sharp breath of surprise. The office was the size of a
large living room and just as lavish. the back wall was made of 12' high glass
windows that gave a spectacular view from the 25th floor and the mahogany desk
was large and well-carved. There were two leather chairs the size of small
recliners in front of the desk and a small wet bar on the right.
She walked down the two small steps to the office floor toward the desk and
took a seat. There was no one else in the office besides her. Then, a creak
sounded off to her left and she saw a panel of books swing toward her and from
the passage emerged a man in his late 20's dressed in an impeccable suit of
gray. He smiled and said, "Hi! You must be Monica!" "Chris Davis,
V. P. of Research and Procurement". With that he offered her his hand,
which she took, and gave it a small shake.
Monica was so startled by his sudden entrance that she blurted out
"What's back there?" before she had a chance to think of how rude that
sounded.
"What that? That's my Escape Route! It leads to the hall and is helpful
for when I want to get out of the office without the rest of the Board knowing
where I am. Sometimes, I just need a break, know what I mean?" he said with
a wink. "Now then, so your applying for my new secretary, eh? You met
Roberta, outside, I assume?" Monica nodded. "Well, she's a great work,
Roberta, so good in fact that she's heading up a new division at one of our
branch offices in the East. So, that means that I need someone to replace her.
Shall we get started?" With that he gestured to the seat in front of his
desk and it was then that Monica realized that she was still standing. She
quickly sat down. Chris was 6'5" and well-built, she guessed around 245
lbs. and could tell that he worked out. She tried to organize her muddled
thoughts in order to present herself in some positive light, but before she
could say anything, Chris spoke first.
"I've read your resume and I must say that your quite different from
most of the applicants that I've had so far. Most of 'em have lots of
experience, but only at office work or they have degrees and awards and
accreditations, but haven't used what they've learned to any practical degree.
But you, on the other hand, don't have either problem. No, you have both
experience in a office and you've worked in the real environment of Agriculture,
where there aren't any books to give you right answer." Monica gulped
nervously as she pondered what all this meant. "In short," Chris
continued, "I think that your the best candidate that I've had for this
job. There's only one problem..."
"What's that?" said Monica "Well, I've read what you wrote
about your time spent in the Convent and there are certain....extra-curricular
activities that I engage in that require the assistance of my secretary and I
don't want to offend you. To be frank, I write erotic stories for one of the
more lewd men's magazines after-hours and I need my secretary to take dictation
for me. I don't know how you would feel about that. You would be paid overtime,
double-time and a half to be exact. But, apart from that, I have no reservations
about hiring you."
Monica's nipples were hardening as her nights of debauchery flooded through
her. Oh, the stories she could tell! Then, her mind cleared and she thought
about this rationally. It wasn't like she had to sleep with him or anything
after all, it was just words, right?
"I don't think I'll have any problems with meeting your needs, Mr.
Davis." said Monica. "Great! Then can you start Monday?"
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Monday Morning was a whirlwind of activity, what with learning the computer
system and her way around the office building. Roberta was leaving for her new
position that afternoon so that apart from the essential questions about the
Job, Monica never got to ask about what it was like to work for her new boss.
After lunch, however, things slowed to a crawl and she took the time to practice
using the computer by writing her Aunt a letter about her new-found success. As
the day winded down, Mr. Davis came out of his office to see how she was getting
along. He said that he had a business dinner that evening and told her that she
could knock off earlier if she wanted to. She thanked him and just as he was
leaving he said "Oh, I almost forgot, here's the office handbook on
employee conduct and policy." With that, he reached into his jacket pocket
and took out a small book and placed it on her desk. "See you tomorrow at
Nine!" he waved. "Bye! Have a good meeting!" she said as she went
back to her daily planner. When she was finished plotting out their schedules
for the next two weeks, she turned to pick up the Employee Handbook and froze.
She sat there transfixed and stared at the little book that laid on her desk. It
wasn't an Employee Handbook, instead it was a pocket-sized issue of "Hot
Whores in Heat". Emblazoned on the cover was a picture of a woman's face
wearing glasses next to a globe of the earth and behind a chalkboard, she gave
the camera a look of lust as she held two penises on either side of her as they
ejaculated. Underneath was written: "Tawdry Tamara the Teacher takes on Two
Track Star Titans! Pg. 20" Monica blushed as thought that she had better
hide this vile thing before someone came to her desk and saw it and so she
slipped it into her purse.
She then finished up her work and promptly forgot about the book as she went
home to her modest-midtown apartment. However, when she threw her purse down
upon arrival, the contents of her purse, including the book, spilled out on the
floor. She bent to pick them up and put them back when she reached the book and
stopped. It had fell open and now a new picture greeted her eyes, that of
Naughty Nun Nancy who was straddling one man while orally receiving another and
holding a third. The men were dressed in laughable "Demonic" garb of
fake horns and little else and were painted red, while Nancy herself was wearing
a Nun's Habit and a skimpy robe that was pulled up to her waist (to show the
penetration) and a top that was torn and exposed her full d-cup breasts. The
caption read "Naughty Nancy relishes in sex, sperm, and SIN!". Monica
stayed in a crouch long enough realize that she had been staring, her open legs
letting the cool air of the nearby vent to grace her vagina with subtle
caressing. She grabbed the book, stuffed it into her purse and stood up, pushing
the sinful thoughts to the back of her mind as he carried on with her evening.
Later that night, however, she had the most vivid erotic dream. She was
standing in a smoky room wearing her old Sister's uniform when it began to
shrink! Soon it was nothing more than a black mini-skirt and a white,
sleeve-less tank-top and her habit. The room was very hot and the heat moved
over her body like a thousand different hands. She wasn't wearing a bra and her
breasts were barely covered by the top, which seemed to be slightly wet and
clingly. She also found that she was rooted to the spot and either couldn't or
wouldn't move for whatever reason, she didn't know which. She was also thirsty
and her lips were dry, even when she would wet them, they would be dry again
almost instantly. Then she heard a soft voice in her ear, it said:
"Ssssiiiittteerrrr..Sssissterr Mon...ica..." "Yes?" she
whispered. "Whattt doo youu Wantt, Sssiter Mmmonicaaa?"said the Voice
breathlessly. "Want?" asked Monica, her mind in a fog.
"Yyyeeesssss, do you wanttt Ttthhhhisssss?" with that, an image of a
man's silhouette appeared a few feet in front of her. "Orrr do you want
THHHHISSSSS!" Suddenly, the silhouette disappeared, replaced by a huge
picture of an erect penis. Her vagina betrayed her by positively flowing at the
sight, still Monica closed her eyes shut and "NO! I mustn't!" She
opened her eyes and saw to her relief that the picture was gone, but the heat in
the room seemed to increase slightly. "Youuu Want Thissss then?" said
the Voice. She then felt as if she were being given a slight, friendly hug the
kind that good relatives and friends give each other. "Toooo beee lovvvved,
like the Blessseddd?" "Yes!" said Monica, trying to believe the
lie as best she could. "IIII Thhhinkkk Notttt, IIII Thinkkk you wanttt the
Lusssttt of the Dammnnnedddd!" With that Monica's entire body was engulfed
in rapture. It was as if every sexually pleasurable part her body was being
attended to simultaneously. "YESSSS!" Screamed Monica. "Ssssiter
Monica the Slutttt! Ssssiter Monica the Cum-squirting Cock Sucker!!!"
laughed the Voice. The extasy ended and she was left quivering.
"More!...Oh, Please...More!" She whispered. "Say it!" said
the Voice. "I Want It" said Monica, her eyes closed. "What Do you
Want?" asked the Voice. " I ...I want..."she stuttered
"Yessss?" insisted the Voice. "I.. Want...SEX!!! I Want
SEX!!!" Screamed Monica. She knew then, that she couldn't lie to herself
any longer, that she couldn't hide behind prayer or righteousness any longer.
She was a Slut. A Wanton, Lust-filled, Cock-Craving Whore who would do ANYTHING
to be pleasured by men. To be used as their amusement as long as she got off as
well. The more the better! With that, the smoke cleared and see saw that the
wall ahead of her was full of holes and out of each hole was a man's penis, long
and hard, ready to cum! She found that she could move and leapt to satiate her
desire. She fucked and sucked and stroked each dick to fruition, reveling in the
Lust!
When she had finished and she began to stir from the afterglow, she heard the
Voice again.. "You enjoyed that.. Yesss?" "Yes" admitted
Monica. "Yet, there is still the One, isn't there? The One you must have to
complete your Jouney" said the Voice. Monica thought of her special someone
and the fire re-kindled between her legs "Yes..I want him.." she
moaned as the fire intensified. "You to touch him?...To Feel
...Him?...To....FUCK HIM?!" Yelled the Voice. "YES!" Monica
yelled back, her yearning reaching new heights. "Then bring out his Lust
and he will be yours" said the Voice as it began to fade....
Monica awoke to the sound of the alarm clock bathed in sweat with no inkling
as to where she was or what had just happened. Slowly, she comprehended that she
was awake in her bed and swept the cobwebs out of her brain enough to turn off
the alarm clock and get out of bed. As she did, she became aware that her vagina
was the must aroused that it had been in a long time! Just moving her legs
seemed to send waves of pleasure through her... She took a shower and got ready
for the day. As she arrived at the office, she caught her stocking in the filing
cabinet and got a massive run in it.
She skipped lunch to work on scheduling a meeting for her boss that to take
place in a different time-zone and she was waiting for the other party to call
back to confirm. She was hungry, however and reached into her purse to get the
cookie she had sneaked from the coffee break room earlier when her hand brushed
the book. The brief second that she touched the book, heat flooded her pussy and
then was gone as her hand left the magazine. She grabbed the cookie and began to
pull it out when the back of her hand again touched the book. Monica dropped the
cookie and held her hand in contact with the book as a wave of pleasure flooded
her, she closed her eyes and scenes of debauchery flashed in her mind.. A
snippet of her giving head...a shot of her on her back being cum on.. the images
flashed by faster and faster as the orgasm built until it exploded! "Ahh!!!
Yess!" she exclaimed loudly as her pussy sent shockwaves of pleasure
through the rest of her.
"Monica! Are you okay?" said Chris as he opened the door to his
office. "Yes, sir! I'm fine! I just...noticed this run in my stocking.
.Brand new pair.." she smiled weakly and then she noticed that the Magazine
was still in her hand and was open to a page! As soon as he saw the book, Mr.
Davis, reddened noticeably and said "Oh, yeah, I'm sorry about
that...Here's the right Employee Hand-book.." He then handed her the
leather bound book entitled "Company Policy: a review" and held his
had there in silent solicitation for the Magazine. "Um.. I'll take that
back now.. "he said hurriedly, his voice full of embarrassment.
Breathlessly, she replied, "But I'm not finished with it yet...You DID give
it to me, didn't you?" "Uh.Sure! It's yours, if you want it! Why
aren't at lunch?" asked Mr. Davis to cover his embarrassment. "OH!
Well, I was waiting to take it in order to hear back from the Hong Kong People.
That's okay, isn't it?" she said, once again becoming the efficient
secretary. "Yeah, I mean, thats.. that's fine! Okay. .I'll..go back to work
now.. okay? okay.. "he stammered and turned to leave. ."Mr.
Davis?" Monica cooed "Yes, Monica?" Chris replied. "If you
need anything ,"Monica then took a deep breath and swelled her ample
bosom," Anything at all, just let me know.." "Okay, ah. .I...I
will!" said Chris. As he again turned to leave, he suddenly stopped and
turned back and said "Actually, I WAS going to ask you something.."
"What is it?"said Monica, turning away from the story on Sultry Shawna
the Stewardess she was reading. "I was going to ask if you would be able to
stay a couple hours tonight..I ..um..I got a new assignment from my Publisher..
"said Chris. "Of course I can! I'd love to in fact. I've never been
with anyone creative before.."she smiled "Anything else?"
"No, that's..that's it..um, okay, I'll see you then, then! ...And don't
forget to take a lunch!" he said as he stumbled back into his office. Was
it him or was this a Completely different person than the Virginal Farmgirl that
had left here yesterday? Shrugging it off, he went back to his desk to pour over
reports about the stagnation of the use of non-electric mowers.
About an hour before the end of the day, there was a knock at the door.
"Come in!" said Chris. Monica opened the door and said, I'm going to
take my lunch now.. is that alright?" "Sure! See you in an hour!"
said Chris. "Okay" replied Monica. As she left, Chris wondered if he
was going crazy or was it that his secretary wasn't wearing a bra anymore..
It was 5:16 p.m. and Chris stretched and stood up and turned around to look
out side the windows. On the Street below, he saw the hustle and bustle of Rush
Hour in full swing as everyone tried to get home before dark. He had taken off
his jacket and fixed himself a drink and returned to the window when he heard a
soft sound behind. He turned and there next to the secret passageway was Monica.
Or who he assumed was Monica. Gone was the conservative blouse and skirt that
she had worn earlier that day. Instead she was wearing a whole new outfit that
consisted of a short leather mini-skirt, black pumps instead of the white flats
that she had had on earlier, black stockings with the words, written in red,
FUCK ME and interspersed between the words were red penises, a white, sheer
button-up, sleeve-less that was both tight and loose at the same time by being
un-buttoned past the fourth button and showed massive amounts of her cleavage,
stuck in the blouse, over her heart was a golden lapel pin, reminiscent of the
one that she had worn for the interview, only this one wasn't a flower, it was a
penis, ejaculating a stream of silver sperm, finally, she wore a black velvet
choker that had written in silver sequins, SEX-RETARY. Her hair had been put up
and her bangs had been swept back by a couple silver hair pins. "Shall we
begin?" intoned Monica as shee went to the right-most leather chair. Chris
said "Alright" and sat behind his desk, all the while trying to hide
the erection he quickly forming. As he sat down, he noticed that Monica had a
pad of paper in her left hand and a No. 2 pencil behind her left ear. She sat
down and crossed her legs, right over left and drew her right hand across to get
the pencil, turning her head and exposing her neck with her eyes closed before
slowly brining the pencil down and returning her seductive stare back fully to
him.
Chris took out the letter from his publisher and read the assignment aloud in
order to keep from looking at Monica, but the few glances he did sneak showed
that she was regarding him intently, all the while periodically licking her lips
or biting her lower lip or narrowing her eyes or turning her head to one side
coyly. He also heard her gasp and moan slightly when he told her about the story
parameters: A College Co-Ed named Crystal and her Classmate Harrison are forced
to have sex by their Biology Professor, Dr. Shawna Grey. "Okay, I'm going
to start fleshing out the characters now, so I need to start writing,
ready?" said Chris as he put the letter down and steepled his fingers,
leaning back into his chair. "Uh Huh!" replied Monica, putting pencil
to paper.
Chris began to Dictate the story, starting with a quick character sketch,
followed by a brief synopsis before he stated into the meat of the story itself.
As soon as he started to Speak, the Secretary that he had hired was back and
seemed to be following his every word, but when he stopped to collect his
thoughts, there she was, breathing heavy, swirling her raised leg and
occasionally, using her arms to press even more of her breasts out of her
blouse! But that was nothing what started when the Story began to be told.
Monica placed her pad on her leg and moved her left hand to her mouth and began
to suck her index finger before running it over her bottom lip and sliding it
down her chin to her neck slowly to her cleavage, all the while writing
feverously.
Chris tried to think of a way to end this Story in order to have some excuse
to call it a night. His cock was harder then he could ever remember and throbbed
almost painfully. Finally, in the middle of the story white-hot threesome, I
conjured up Dr. Backlashius, the Department Head who would walk in on them and
end the story. As he said this, however, Monica interjected: "But, doesn't
he want to join in? After all, I sure he's been watching Dr. Grey for some
time.. A hot, horny Red-head with a slutty mouth and big, suckable 38 D tits?
His cock's got to be rock-hard at the sight of her on her knees, wanton,
cock-hungry for more? I'll bet his dick is just aching to be relieved, isn't it?
He wants to to free that Hard-on of his and pull her hair back and make her beg
for it, doesn't he? He wants to use her as his own personal Fuck-Toy, doesn't
he? To pound her as she begs for more? Huh? Doesn't he?"
As she said this, Monica had gotten up from the chair and was walking slowly
toward until she leaning across his desk and holding him by the tie. "This
is what I want" she said and dropped the pad of paper and pencil on the
desk. Instead of the story and character sketches that he had dictated her over
the last hour and a half, there were lewd sketches and words, repeated over and
over again.. all over the page, doodles of penis ejaculating, penis between
breasts and inserted in mouths and vaginas, words like Fuck, Screw, Ball MY
Brains Out, DO ME, I (heart) cum, Spermies, Cock Lover, Gimmie Sex! "Do you
like my stockings?" She asked placed her left leg on the desk, running her
hand up her leg. " I found in the quaint little Fuck Shop and I had to have
them! They just seemed to fit my mood perfectly, don't they?"
Chris stepped away from the desk, vainly trying to cover up the tent in his
slacks. "Don't tell me your still trying to hide that hard cock of yours?
C'mon, baby, you KNOW what I want and I know that you want it too...Don't make
me force you, Baby, unless your one of those Sissy Boys! " Monica said with
surprise. "Of, Course Not!" said Chris, taken aback by the notion.
"Then what are you waiting for? I thought that you wanted me! You gave me
that Hot Book, told me dirty stories...What are you afraid that I'm going to sue
you for Sexual Malpractice?" quipped Monica "Hadn't thought of that,
actually, now that you mention it.. Yeah!" said Chris alarmingly. "If
your really afraid, we could always video tape it, baby, us, together, on you
desk, one moment frozen in time!" said Monica soothingly.
Chris slumped into his chair, his hard-on plain for all to see. Monica had
now moved around the desk and was stalking closer, unbuttoning her blouse with
every step. "C'mon, Baby, Don't you want to give you little Sexretary the
Dictation you really want to give her?" Chris stood up, all 6' 5", 245
of him, all thought of doubt gone, ready to give this Tawdry little Slut the
Fucking of her life! "Okay, Fuck-Toy," said Chris, sliding his hand
over her cheek bone, down her jaw to her neck to her cleavage "but,
remember, You asked for it!"
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"And that when I always wake up, Doctor. What should I do? I can't sleep
soundly anymore!"
"Well, I'll tell you what, I'm going to prescribe a mild sedative to
help you sleep with out dreams, in order to relax your sub-conscious, but, we
will also need to continue our sessions here, twice a week. Okay?"
"Okay. I'll see you on Thursday, then, Doctor."
"See you, then!"
Dr. Harrison got up from his desk to stretch his legs. 'Wow!' he thought, 'I
haven't seen anyone this sexually screwed-up since my field work with Shawna
back in College! I wonder if Hustler would be willing to pay for these notes...'
The End
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