Now, twelve years later, Robert never regretted his decision
for a moment.
     As he leaned back into the soft sofa, tugging on her long
nipples as she tugged on his cock with her lips, he thought about
how right he had been to hire her.  Over her years with the
company, Sherri -- smart, ambitious, and loyal -- went from
Robert's secretary to his true and valued assistant with a
secretary of her own.  The previous year, Robert had promoted her
to Vice President and given her another fat raise.  She proved
over and over that there wasn't anything she wouldn't do for the
company and her career, and most importantly, for Robert.
     In those same twelve years, Sherri never hesitated to strip
naked and get down on her knees and suck Robert off or climb
aboard his cock for a fuck.  Soon after hiring Sherri, Robert had
a large, comfortable sofa delivered to his office, and they would
use it two and three times a day.  His favorite position was
lying on his back with Sherri fucking him, sitting on his cock as
he played with her bouncing, bobbing, swinging tits.  Not as
often, anymore, but Robert had also lent Sherri and the sofa to
several of his better clients, and they always returned the favor
with lucrative contracts.
     Outside of the office, Sherri's life settled down and she
met a nice man and eventually married him.  At first, Robert was
jealous and afraid he was going to lose her, but she never
stopped sucking him in the office.  They didn't fuck as often as
they used to, except on business trips or at conventions, but she
never hesitated to get down on her knees, and that was just fine
with Robert.
     "Oh!  Oh!  Ahhh...!
     Sherri tightened her lips around Robert's spurting cock and
swallowed his warm, gooey cum as it filled her mouth.  When he
was finished, she gently licked his cock clean and returned it to
his pants and zipped him up.
     Robert relaxed on the sofa and watched Sherri dress, "Well,
what's on the calendar for today, besides the clients' party?"
     "Really, Robert, there's nothing that can't wait until after
Christmas.  We're all caught up."
     "Great.  Now, who's coming to the open house and what asses
need the most kissing?"
     Robert sold office supplies and equipment -- from thumbtacks
and pencils to computers, fax machines, and mega-copiers.  The
business was fast and tough and the competition (especially from
the big office stores) was brutal.  The most important thing
Robert's company and every one who worked for it excelled in was
pampering their customers and keeping them happy.  An annual
event was an open house for the clients, featuring -- among other
things -- catered gourmet food and top-of-the line booze.
     "Well, mostly the regulars," Sherri said as she stepped into
her navy highheels and checked herself in the washroom mirror.
She was wearing an expensive navy wool suit and a white silk
blouse -- the very model of professional decorum.  "You know Sy
is coming -- he's never turned down a free meal or a free
drink..."
     "Or a free fuck, if I remember correctly."
     Sherri smiled at Robert, "That's for sure.  But we won't
have to offer that, today.  I don't see any major purchases from
him until the Summer.  The main potential client to keep happy is
Philip Dawson."
     "That pompous asshole."
     "For sure, he's that, but he's also the guy that awards the
contract for the state.  If we got that contract, our business
would increase by over a third."
     Robert nodded, "I'll be sure to wear Chapstick so my lips
will be nice and soft when I smooch his buns!"
     "Always a nice touch, Mr. Anderson.  But I also have a back-
up plan in case your lips get tired."
     Robert raised an eyebrow.
     Sherri smiled at him and nodded.  "As usual, I hired a few,
ah... hostesses for the party.  Two of them were here for last
year's bash and performed admirably in supplying exactly what the
clients were looking for.  The third one is a real looker and
knows the score -- she's ready and willing to cooperate fully
with the clients' wishes.  The fourth is the special one I
brought in for our Mr. Dawson."
     "Sherri, you've kept me in the dark!  Don't tell me you have
a little gossip about our upstanding public servant?"
     Sherri sat on the edge of Robert's desk, crossed her legs
and lit a cigarette.  She looked calm and cool and professional
and Robert wanted to fuck her very badly.  Instead, he put that
thought on hold and concentrated on landing a big contract.
     "Well... word has it that our Mr. Dawson is very concerned
with today's youth."
     "He likes them young, eh?  Boys or girls?"
     "Girls.  Scuttlebutt has it that he was asked to leave his
last position as a county school board president because of some
whispered complaints of too-intense one-on-one counselling
sessions with the county's best and brightest young ladies.  I'm
not sure how everything was hushed up, but it was and with
Dawson's political connections, he was promoted out of there."
     "So, who's this special hostess you've hired?"
     "Her name is Diane, and she's the daughter of a neighbor.
She's almost seventeen and has boned every male in the
neighborhood over the age of eleven."
     "Including Doug?" Robert teased about Sherri's husband.
     "I hope not, but I couldn't blame him if he did.  Wait until
you see her.  This girl reeks sex.  As I said, she's sixteen but
she can look thirteen or twenty-eight, depending on how she's
dressed.  I told her to dress young, pretty and innocent."
     Robert wiped his hand down over his face and thought for a
moment.  "I want this contract, Sherri, but setting something up
with an underage girl is making me feel more than a little icky."
     "That's why I didn't say anything to you, I knew you would
feel skittish about it.  But believe me, Robert, I'm not asking
this little slut to do something she hasn't already done a few
hundred times before."
     "I understand.  But my Molly is fourteen and your Tiffany is
seventeen.  It just gives me the creeps."
     "Well, why don't you just wait to see what happens before
you run to confession.  For all we know, Dawson won't even give
her a look."
     "Yeah, alright."
*
     To the surprise of neither of them, Dawson gave little Diane
more than a look -- and he wasn't the only one.  When the girl
arrived, Sherri introduced her as her niece.  Diane was a
beautiful young lady, wearing a bright red jumper over a green
turtleneck top and flat, black pumps with white stockings.  Her
hair was casually pulled back and her make-up was applied lightly
and expertly.  She looked like a sweet, innocent fourteen-year-
old girl that every man in the building wanted to immediately
strip and fuck.
*****
     At home, Laurie was happily baking cookies and bread in her
kitchen, thinking back over her outrageous night with Sam and
Theo.  At one point, she giggled out loud as she sensuously oiled
two loaves of dough, getting them ready for the oven -- the dough
had a soft firmness to it, and shaped to be baguettes, the size
and shape was very similar to the well-hung Agro brothers.  She
wished the randy brothers were right there in the kitchen, taking
her one after the other, her jeans and panties tossed aside, her
body thrown over the flour-covered table.
     "Hi, mom!  What's so funny?" called Bobby as he walked into
the kitchen.  "Are you all right?  You look all flushed and red."
     "Oh!  Hi, honey.  Yes, I'm fine.  It just gets a little warm
with both ovens going and everything.  Back from shopping,
already?"
     "Yeah, the stores are packed.  I just need to figure out
what to get for dad and I think I'm through.  Can I sample these
cookies, Mom?"
     Laurie ruffled Bobby's hair as she walked past him, towards
the refrigerator, "Sure!  I even bought extra milk, knowing you'd
be home."
     She poured a glass of milk and stood next to Bobby seated on
a kitchen stool, "You don't know how much I miss having you
around, dear."  Laurie held Bobby's face between her hands and
kissed his forehead, "I really missed you."
     Bobby wrapped his arms around his mother's waist and pulled
her close for a hug, "I know, Mom.  I missed you, too.
California is a long way away."
     Mother and son enjoyed their long, tight hug until the oven
timer buzzed and Laurie got the next batch of cookies out of the
oven.
*****
     Molly Anderson felt like screaming -- school was finally out
for the holidays!  No more Sister Mary Murderer for two weeks!
She felt like skipping as she made her way across the parkinglot
to the church.  Only forty minutes of choir practice and then
home for the holidays.
     As usual, the church was too, too warm.  All the girls were
talking excitedly and laughing with each other, discussing
Christmas trips and clothes and hoped-for presents and parties
and, of course, boys.
     "Ah, girls?  Ahem!  Girls?  LADIES, PLEASE!"
     The girls stopped their noise and looked at the young priest
standing in front of them.
     "Um, hi, girls."
     "HELLO, FATHER O'SULLIVAN!"
     "Um, I can hear you're all in good voice, today.  Getting
out of school for two weeks isn't the reason, is it?"
     There was a mixture of giggles and "YES, FATHER O'SULLIVAN,"
and "NO, FATHER O'SULLIVAN."
     Father Sean Patrick O'Sullivan looked at his twenty-four
charges -- girls from the seventh grade through their senior year
of high school -- and realized he was sweating profusely again.
     Entering the seminary directly from a private Catholic
grammar school at thirteen and being ordained a priest at the
young age of twenty-four the previous September, he had never
been this close to so many young women in his life, until he was
assigned to lead the girls' choir.  He could handle leading them
during Mass -- it was so formal a setting, there was the crowd of
people, and the girls were all dressed in heavy satin robes from
their neck to their shoes.  It was practice that tested his
spiritual strength.  When the girls showed up for choir practice,
they felt more relaxed than in the classroom.  Most were in their
uniforms, blouses open at the neck or the waistband of their
skirts rolled up, making their skirts far shorter than the nuns
would ever allow in class.  Some came in sweaty from phys-ed or
team practice, their gym skirts barely long enough for modesty.
He would never get used to how... casual... the girls were about
their bodies around him.
     Father Sean never imagined being assigned to a parish with a
girls' school attached to it would be as trying as it was.
Shortly after being assigned to the parish, he began sinning.
Just seeing so many girls walking and running and sitting around
the parish grounds was enough to start deep and troublesome
feelings inside of him.  Then, when he was assigned the choir and
counselling duties, bringing him in close contact with the girls,
his fight against temptation failed and he wallowed in his
failure and his self-abuse.
     He had the misfortune to be near one of the girls more than
he was comfortable with.  She was in the choir and one of the
students he counselled on academic and spiritual matters.  She
was the most beautiful and desirable girl in the school, and
being near her added to his guilt for the even deeper and darker
feelings and thoughts he had about her.  In his bed at night, as
he whipped his hand up and down his turgid flesh, lost in lust
and guilt, his thoughts were of doing indecent and indescribable
things to sweet Molly Anderson.
     She was the perfect age.  The older girls intimidated Father
Sean and the younger ones were... well, too young.  Molly still
had the innocence of the younger girls, but her body was full and
ripe -- a woman's body.  She was smart and popular and sweet.
There was no question about her beauty; she almost radiated.
When Father Sean masturbated every night, he thought only about
Molly.
     She had not done anything overt to tempt Father Sean.
Instead, it was her pretty face and the confident way she carried
her sexy body.  The priest cherished the short skirts she wore,
allowing him to gape at her shapely calves and firm thighs.  One
day, in a counselling session, one of Molly's blouse buttons was
missing and her blouse gapped, letting him see her firm curved
breast disappear into the cup of her white, lacy bra.  He had
rubbed his penis raw that night, and the next few!
     Father Sean muddled through the choir practice, trying
desperately not to stare too often at Molly.  Finally, it was
over.
     "All right, girls.  That was very good.  Remember, we're
singing at the 11 o'clock Mass on Christmas. PA-LEASE don't be
late!"
     The girls giggled and quickly disappeared.  All except
Molly, who walked up to the priest.
     "Father Sean?"
     "Yes, Molly?"  Father Sean could feel his heart racing in
his chest.
     She smiled, "I have something for you."
     When the girl bent over to open her backpack, Father Sean
was glad he was wearing his cassock.  His penis had hardened and
was straining the tolerance of his zipper.  "Wha... What is it,
Molly?"  He could barely get the words out, his throat was so dry
and constricted.
     Molly straightened up and turned to face the priest.  "It's
a Christmas present.  Don't open it until Christmas morning!"
     Father Sean took the small, beautifully wrapped gift.  "But,
I don't have anything for you."
     "You don't have to, Father Sean.  I'm giving you a gift.
That's all.  It's just a little something, so you don't forget
about me.  Merry Christmas, Father Sean."
     As she spoke she stepped close to the priest and stood on
her toes.  She leaned against the rigid man and brushed his cheek
with a chaste, dry kiss.  Then she turned and made her way to the
door.  Just before she opened the door, she turned and waved at
the priest.
     Only with the most difficult effort was he able to smile and
wave.  He stood there, in the center aisle of the church, feeling
guilty and disgusted with himself.  When the girl leaned against
him, he smelled her fragrance and felt her breasts press against
his chest and her thighs press against his erection and he began
an orgasm.
*
     On the way home, Molly asked her mother, "What's for
dinner?"
     "Italian.  I even made fresh bread."
     "Mmmm...  Sounds great.  Is Bobby home?"
     "Yes.  Rank amateur that he is, he's all shopped out."
     "Ha!  What a wimp.  I still have shopping to do.  I guess
I'll go tomorrow.  I feel like staying in tonight."
     "Bobby said the same thing, and I'm looking forward to
kicking my shoes off and relaxing.  Maybe we'll stop and rent a
couple of videos."
     "Great!  Will Daddy be home for dinner?"
     "I doubt it, tonight, honey.  He's having his big client
party."
     "Oh, yeah, I forgot.  Daddy calls it his ass-kisser's ball!"
     "Molly!"
******
     Robert was happy with the way the party had gone.  All the
clients seemed happy, and even that prig Dawson eventually
loosened up and finally disappeared with Diane.  Sherri had been
brilliant, again.
     Now, the two of them were alone in the building and were
sitting on the sofa in Robert's office.  The lights were low,
their shoes were off and they were sipping from a bottle of
champagne that Robert had saved for them, and Christmas carols
were playing on the radio.
     "Well, how do you think it went, Sherri?"
     She stretched out her long legs and rested her feet on the
coffee table, "I thought it went great.  Dawson left with Diane
and a silly grin on his face, so I have more than a hunch we'll
be hearing from him, soon.  I think Doug Chambers fell in love
with Doris."
     "Which one was she?"
     "The redhead."
     "Mmmm, nice."
     "I only hire the best, boss."
     "I didn't see much of the blonde."
     "That was Bev.  She's a real pro at `hostessing.'  I might
have to replace the sofa in my office after the workout she gave
it, today."
     "Who did she keep happy?"
     "Like I said, she's a real pro.  I saw her disappear with
Ron Goldman and Derek Morton, and I think that rep for Golden
Foods -- I can never remember his name."
     "Steve Hutchinson.  She didn't do all of them at once, did
she?"
     "No, boss, one at a time, you horny bird."
     "I was gonna say maybe we should install a video camera for
next year."
     Sherri laughed, "If this business gets any tougher, that
might not be such a bad idea, anyway!"
     Robert casually reached over and pulled Sherri's blouse out
of her skirt and moved his hand up to her bra-clad breast.
     Sherri put her cigarette out in the ashtray and her glass on
the coffeetable, "Wait a minute, sport."  She stood and removed
her jacket, blouse, and bra.  Then she sat down and poured
another drink.  Robert's hand cupped under her full tit and
squeezed her flesh.
     Sherri continued talking, "You know, Robert, I really like
this time of the year.  The pressure's off a little, there's the
clients' party, and tomorrow is the employees' party.  It's a
nice time."
     "Um-hum," mumbled Robert, his mouth full of nipple.
     Sherri lit another cigarette and sipped her champagne.
*