A Computer Glitch, A 20 Year Old

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Our website attracts new clients to our company, so having that
website functioning properly is very important. We're a small firm of
less than 100 employees, so I get to handle some of the computer
chores since I do have a geeky streak. I was pissed off and ready to
cancel a lucrative website hosting contract, and I had their Customer
Service Manager on the phone.

"Shannon, your company has failed us several times. We have to switch
web hosts," I said.

"Listen, I just got promoted and this is the first big challenge I've
had to face. If I blow this one I look bad. Help me out, will you?"
she wasn't outright begging, but close.

"What more can I do? We've had four critical failures from your
company. You owe us a huge refund and I have the right to void our
contract," I stated.

"What can we work out," she asked.

"I can't think of anything, other than having you Fedex the refund to
me tomorrow."

"Look, you're only an hour away from me. Why don't I come down and
take you to dinner. If we can come to an agreement then great. If not,
I bought you dinner and will Fedex you a refund tomorrow."

I wasn't sure if I wanted to spend a meal with her but I agreed. I
told her which restaurant to meet me at 7:00. "What do you look like?"
I asked.

"Red hair, not the prettiest girl in the place but pleasant to look
at, so I'm told. I'm 5' 10" tall and smile a lot. See you at 7:00,"
she said then rung off.

I had chosen sushi for dinner because one restaurant has very tall
booths. I'm tall, and like the taller booths. I also like the fact
that it keeps meetings moving along, whereas when wanting to relax
through dinner a sit down booth is more relaxing. As I entered I
didn't see any red headed women. The manager, Amy. knew me and took me
right to number 21, slightly hidden near the front corner of the
restaurant but it also had an excellent view of the whole place. She
knew my drink, Rum and Lemonade, and sent for one. Jen was once again
my waitress, and she pulled me close for a kiss on the cheek. Nothing
special; anyone that sat at her table twice was likely to get one. It
also happened as a red head walked in through the front door. I
ordered several appetizers thinking it best to speed up this meal as
much as I could.

On that night Shannon wasn't the prettiest girl in the room. But she
walked in with a truck load of confidence, a spring in her step, and
enough thigh showing to make me want to see a lot more. She was cute,
alive, and sexy, and she vibrated it everywhere. She was fair skinned,
it fact looked like her skin would fall off if she was in the sun for
more than an hour. But she had a pinkish glow to her, so she at least
ventured into the sun a little bit. I let her stand at the podium
until Amy returned. She took a menu and motioned for Shannon to follow
her to my booth. I slid out and stood up as she arrived.

"Sean, good to meet you," she said

"Have a seat. I've ordered a few things," I said, trying to stay cool
about this whole thing.

Amy asked for her drink order then left.

"Can we talk guarantees?" I asked.

"Can we talk cars for five minutes just to get warmed up? If I just
wanted to bang out an agreement with you I could have done that on the
phone," she said.

"Cars?" I asked.

"The topic doesn't matter. We're here, let's relax and chat for a bit,
work our way into it," she said.

Both of us relaxed visibly on our second drinks. She'd lost a little
of her brilliance, admitting that her employer had some serious
quality control issues. They needed to spend some money on hardware
and software and currently didn't have it. But they wanted to do a
good job. We polished off two different appetizers, and decided to
order more appetizers. The conversation flowed from the Lakers to the
ocean, vacations, to what we wore around the house. She grinned at me
when she said "I usually walk around the house in a thong and a torn
t-shirt."

"A statement like that is an interesting come on, but I get the
feeling you're married," I said.

She inhaled. This was a part of some game she was playing. "I am, how
did you know?"

"Slight ring around the finger," I said. Her skin was fair enough that
something like that stood out. "Yet, instead of wearing the ring to
dinner you remove it. Why?"

"I pulled it off when I looked over here and saw you," she said, her
voice almost a whisper. "I guess I can't make you happy, can I?" she
asked. Her vibrancy was looking bad right now.

"Let's separate work for a minute. I don't think there's anything you
can do, as a representative of your company, that would make me want
to stay with your service. We've had some severe crashes due to your
equipment. Crashes and downtime translate into lost revenues,
something we have to avoid at all costs."

"I thought you were the CEO?" she asked.

"I am. And In answer to myself on this one."

"You're one of those guys that wouldn't even be happy if I blew you
right here, aren't you?" She blurted it out just as Jen was delivering
more food.

"I'd be happy if you blew him right here," said Jen, the waitress. She
was ever the smart ass.

"A blow job won't solve my technical problems." When we were just
chatting we did okay, but when it turned to the reason for us being
together, well, things didn't look good. "It would solve other
problems," I said, following her thread. Jen walked away laughing.

Shannon didn't say another word. She took one of her yellow tail
rolls, licked it a bit, nibbled at it, took a sip of her drink,
nibbled on the roll, then another sip. Then a full on drink, finished
it off, and she slid under the booth.

"You're kidding..." I said, inhaling air, but as her hand found my
zipper and pulled it lower I knew she wasn't kidding. Then she started
tugging my pants down, and I heard the thud of the car keys and money
clip hitting the floor. Then her tongue reached out, finding the end
of my rapidly growing cock. It jumps right up to 7 inches which has
satisfied many women, and of course me.

Shannon was very serious about this blow job. I knew she had to be
working in a very limited area, yet the work she was doing was
tremendous. Her lips were soft and puffy, and felt oiled and slippery
sliding my cock in and out, twisting it, twirling it. Licking the
underside, a major personal favorite, then swallow it whole again. She
sucked first one then the other ball into her mouth and bumped them
around, then rapidly swallowed my cock once again.

Jen walked over and asked if we needed another round of drinks. I
moaned a little, said yes, and smiled. She looked at me like I was
weird, until there was a noise from under the booth. Jen looked
straight down, and, as she saw what must have been the back of
Shannon's legs, her left hand went straight to her mound and rubbed.

"Sean, I was kidding," said Jen.

"Thankfully she wasn't," I replied.

"Fuck, that's hot," she said as she walked off. Jen and I flirted
weekly here in the restaurant and on the beach. So far we'd never
touched each other.

Meanwhile Shannon had worked one hand under my balls and was giving
them a good pleasant rub. Her mouth was hotly receiving my cock, in
and out. I tried to pretend normalcy and eat but it just wasn't
possible. So far the only other person that knew what was going on was
Jen, and she was clear across the restaurant looking at me with a new
appreciation.

Then I felt the first tug of the sperm. It started growing down in my
toes, and began its path upward. She wasn't playing, she was in this
to make me come. I grabbed the edge of the table, closed my eyes,
breathed deep, and thought of what my cock would look like buried in
all of that red hair, and then I came hard. Two, then three good
spurts, then smaller spurts, and my cock never left Shannon's mouth.
She kept right on sucking, driving me crazy. When it was clear that
nothing else was coming out she kept sucking. Man she had it straining
for more. I rolled my head to the side and grinned.

Just then Jen noisily set down the two drinks. "I guess I forgot to
mention one of the specials. You ready for desert?' she asked. As she
said it her hand grabbed her crotch again and she whistled.

"Gosh, there's more here than the special?" I said.

Shannon set her purse on the bar at my house and walked out to the
balcony. I own a modest beachside house with an ocean view. The view
is startling to anyone who has never seen it before. I went over and
opened a bottle of wine, then took her a glass. We toasted. She
pressed those soft lips to mine, kissing me deep into my soul. Her
lips were salty mixed with the white wine.

"Everything up until now was because I wanted to do something to right
the wrong my company has done." She took a big sip of wine.
"Everything from now on is because I I'm attracted to you," she said.

"I have a girlfriend," I said, though it was a lie. Currently I was
dating but didn't have a girlfriend

"My husband doesn't know. I fuck around on him which keeps our
marriage together. If I had to rely just on the sex he gives me I'd
never get off. Do you understand that?" she asked.

"Listen, you bought me dinner, blew my mind, and now you want to have
sex with me. More sex..."

"Much more..."

"What would I not understand?" I asked.

"I want to be punished."

My cock liked the sound of that but I was hesitant. "What do you
specifically want?"

"Sean, spank me. Fuck me from behind and spank me. Do anything you
want, just do me doggie style."

"Fine, let's start with you taking your dress off..." she walked to me
and asked me to unzip her. As she stopped her hip slid fully onto my
hardening cock. Then she twisted and her ass crack covered my cock.
"...now the bra and panties." She really had dolled up for this
evening. Everything she wore was silk and felt good as she rubbed it
on my skin. I pulled her over to one of the couches, and pushed her
back. I kneeled down and buried my face inside her. I spent a few
minutes just seriously licking her whole pussy, every inch of it, and
making sure the wetness spread everywhere. I starting licking directly
on the clit, then moved over to the lips on the right, running my
tongue up and down on them, adding to the moisture already there. Then
I dug my tongue deeply inside her pussy, then moved over to the lips
on the left. I took a finger, wet it, then slowly but continually slid
it into her ass. She let out a moan that got more intense as the
finger made its way further inside. Once there I began wiggling it
around. It took my almost ten minutes to help her come the first time,
but the second orgasm was only a minute after that. Seemed that once
Shannon started coming the tough part was getting her to stop.

With all of the lights off we had a great view of the ocean. Shannon
had her arms out against the rail, looking off at the ocean. I was
standing right behind her. There were people walking by on the beach
below. They could see two silhouettes but I doubted they could see
anything else. My cock had the best view; it was currently buried
inside Shannon's pussy and she was fiercely pushing back against me
trying to get off yet again. I spanked her occasionally, each time
bringing a moan to her lips. Then I pulled out and repositioned it at
the entrance to her ass.

"I don't do anal," she said.

"Tonight you do," I replied.

"Sean, no, I don't like it."

"Tonight you will." Then I spanked one of her ass cheeks. "Tonight
your ass will love my cock."

"Fine," she said while tugging on my arm, "then we'll do it on the
couch." She lay back on the cushions, smiling up at me.

I grabbed some oil nearby, told her to hold out her hands, then
sprayed oil into her hands. She started using the oil to massage my
cock and balls, then pulled me toward her. At first she stuck it into
her pussy, and smiled at me devilishly. "Please, just fuck my cock,
not my ass."

I growled, so she repositioned the cock at her ass hole and closed her
eyes. I pushed, but this time I didn't try to go in all the way. I
pushed in a quarter inch at a time. As I got about halfway down her
face lit up brilliantly, and she reached down and started to finger
herself with one hand, the other hand pulled my face to her for a
kiss. And kiss she could. Her lips were full and red, soft and light.
Her kissing made me stop stroking just to savor her lips. Then my cock
flinched and we both felt it. I pulled out a little bit and pushed
further in. We stopped so we could position her legs over my
shoulders, then the rhythm picked up. Shannon, who had been moaning
softly before, now took on a full throated moan. Mixed with the sounds
of the ocean my ears were ringing.

"Oh yes, do that twisting thing you just did," she called out.

I tried to mimic what I had done and she moaned. Her finger worked
furiously on her clit, and once again I could feel the cum starting to
build in the toes. I pulled out which made her get a funny look on my
face. "I'm about to come, don't stop," she begged.

"Slight change of position," I said.

I sat on the edge of the couch, then had her sit in my lap looking at
me. Then I raised her up and helped her slide deep onto my cock. I
wanted to be kissing her when we came. This position required a little
more work, but the feeling was amazing. That feeling when the back of
your head feels like it will blow off from the ecstasy. We developed a
rhythm that two lovers can, where we found what it took to make the
stroke work, and what it took to vary it. A tilt here, twist there,
one knee higher than the other one. So many choices. Her ankles
gripped each other, pulling her tighter onto me. She started pinching
my nipples, hard, and I spanked her for being naughty. The spanking
made her buck more, so I spanked her, she pinched, my cock pumped and
her ass received.

As my cock moved out of her for another entry, my toes released their
charge of sperm and it flew down the end of my cock, and into her ass
just as I thrust into her. We stroked several more minutes and she let
out a moan, then fell into my arms, spent. We were a heap of sweating
heaving bodies, yet as we quieted down the sound of the ocean took
over and lulled us into peace. I lay back on the couch with her in my
arms, my cock still buried in her ass.

We sat for a few minutes, when the phone rang. "Damn, I thought I
turned it off," I said. The house had a phone system and I could
control when it rang, etc. I let it ring out, just holding Shannon. It
rang several more times, incessantly. Then as if miles away, I heard a
Jen's voice shouting, "Sean, answer the phone."

The next time it rang I answered it. Jen from the restaurant. "I told
you, you need desert. Now let me up," she said.

"I have to ask Shannon first," I told her.

She looked a little fearful, after all, who could be calling that knew
she was there. "Who is it?

"It's our waitress from dinner, Jen. She says she's desert, for both
of us," I grinned.

Shannon's ass flinched and she blushed. Her hand dove for her moist
pussy and she tightened her ass muscles. "Oh, yes, let her in..."