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My Hermaphrodite Boss

By: Metamorphose



Chapter 1

"She's smoking hot." 

"You're a perv." I said.

"Did you even look at her? I mean really look at her?" Jim stretched the R in really. His face had that grin which made him look like Odie on weed. "She's a goddess. She looks like Jasmine Bleeth on a hot Babe Watch episode."

"You're nuts. She's almost seven feet tall, ogre size." I said.

"So, she's a huge Jasmine Bleeth, even better. Them curves. It's like, wow. Have you seen her front? Yesterday I showed her the version-control database. She, like, stood behind me and she bent each time to take a peek at the screen. The lady doesn't know what a bra is."

"She probably should."

Jim lifted his hands to heaven, though I sure hope god wasn't listening. "No she's not, man. Those huge melons defy gravity. It's like a sweet miracle. That woman's a wet dream come true."

"She's not a woman." I said.

"She's more woman than any woman I ever saw." 

I picked up the phone, hoping Jim would get the message that some people actually work in here. He didn't. 

"You know when they laid off Old Chin and said a woman is coming in his stead. I figured its bye, bye good times. I mean, a group manager and a woman, she must be some tough bitch. I even started looking at my CV. But man, I tell you. We are truly blessed. I would love to work under that woman." 

"You'd be squashed."

"Amen to that brother, at least I'll die happy." Jim licked the air. "Yummy." He said.

I looked around. We were the only souls in the room. "She's got a penis, Jim." I said.

"So what."

"A cock, Jim. A pecker, a Johnson, a trouser snake, a dick. She's a hermaphrodite."

"You're a fucking racist." Jim said. 

"Don't tell me it doesn't bother you."

Jim waved his hand in dismissal. "So she's packing some extra equipment. Who cares? She got all the right stuff, super size at no extra charge."

"You're a perv." I said. "Diana saw her yesterday by mistake, in the ladies room. She had her back turned, taking a leak like a man does. And still she could see it peeping from between her legs. The woman is hung like a horse."

"You mean - Diana – like I'm saving myself for my husband – Diana? She's a virgin, man. She can't tell if a penis is big or not. On what is she gonna base her comparison?"

"Who gives a fuck anyways?" I said. "She's the boss. The only thing I care about is whether she's gonna stand for Chin's promise and give me the raise at the evaluation today."

"Today?" Jim looked confused. "She cancelled all the annual evaluation meetings."

"Fuck. She did?" 

"Sure, didn't you get the email? She said she wanted to know us better than two weeks. Diana rescheduled everyone."

"Strange." I said as I scrolled through my outlook inbox. "Mine is still on. Maybe I'm not on her list or something." I picked up the phone. "Hi, Diana, it's Ian. I heard you rescheduled everyone's evaluation meetings with the new boss. You forgot me."

"No I didn't. She specifically said she wants to see you."

"What for?" I said. "Is it still going to be an evaluation meeting?"

"I have no idea. And please be on time, she got a perk about being late." 

"I will. Thanks."

"Oh you brown nosing, son of a bitch." Jim smirked. "The boss' pet."

"I swear the first time I talked to her was yesterday morning when we bumped into each other on the elevator."

"What did she say?"

"Ah well, good morning."

"That's it?"

"Yep, she smiled and she actually seemed like a very nice person."

"I bet ya she's a wild cat in bed."

"You're a fucking hopeless pervert." 


** 

Three minutes before the meeting my phone rang. Remembering Diana's warning about the new boss' meticulous nature I hesitated before answering. 

"Hello, Ian, It's Jasmine." 

My new boss. I cursed silently. "Oh. Hi. I was just on my way to your office."

"Great, I'm really looking forward to see you. I just wanted to ask you to bring your laptop so you can show me the Multiring-MK5 project. Oh, and be a dear and bring with you a cup of cherry herbal tea. I think I saw some in the kitchen."

What the fuck? I have a degree in computer science. I'm not her fucking secretary. "Sugar?" I asked.

"One, flat." 

"Ok." 

**

I was fuming when I reached her office. Was that her way of showing me who's the boss? Cool down. I told myself. She's new and she's different and probably insecure. Let her play her silly mind games. Once she knows me, she'll see I'm open-minded. I don't give a rats' ass if my boss is a woman or gay or a hermaphrodite or a fucking turtle with wings as long as he's/she's a professional. 

Diana put on a smug smile when she saw me with the cup. We actually dated a couple of times until I found out about her "no sex till marriage" policy. After that we weren't on the best of terms. Not that she said anything but I always felt like she was keeping a grudge. 

"She's on the phone. Wait here."

"Ok." I pulled out my laptop pretending to be busy though I was too anxious to do any real work.

"Still on the phone?" I asked after fifteen minutes.

"Yep." Diana smiled.

"Maybe I should go and you'll call me when she's done?" 

"No, she wouldn't like that. Stay."

I waited for another fifteen minutes. "Maybe she forgot?" 

"She didn't, believe me."

"Ok, that's ridiculous." I rose up. "I'll go back to my cubicle, I have tons of work that needs doing. Call me when she's done, I'll be here in three seconds." 

At that moment the door opened and my new boss came out. "Hi, Ian." She smiled. "I'm really sorry I've kept you waiting. Just one of those calls, you know." 

What the fuck? Another mind game meant to assert supremacy?

"That's ok, but your tea is cold."

She gave me a warm smile. "Never mind that."

So it was nothing about being thirsty and everything about making me feel small.

"If you don't mind we'll make this meeting in the balcony. I need some fresh air." She smiled again. It was a good smile. It put me a little at ease. 

"Cool, that's great."

She actually had to bend in order to get through the door. I wondered why someone so tall would need high heels. Probably to emphasize just how great her legs looked in her skirt. She wore a dark navy colored suit that smelled of professionalism but I had to admit she was a looker. Not Jasmine Bleeth, but she came close. She was slim in the right places and she had what it takes to make a man smile in all the other places. If someday someone manages to invent a shrinking machine and take something like 20 percent off her, she could easily become a successful model. Not my type though. I'm five-feet-ten and I'm pretty slim. Years of working out in the gym have made me fit but never had the desired effect of building me some big shoulder muscles. At twenty-nine I still look like I'm seventeen. So I date petite woman. I like the feeling of, well, being the big strong man. 

**

"Wow, I've been with the company for two weeks but I'm still amazed every time when I get out here." She was leaning over the balcony. Her position and the tight skirt left little to imagination concerning her pear-shaped ass. At some point, she unclasped her shiny raven black hair, letting it free in the soft wind. I had to agree with Jim. She was a goddess. 

"Yep, that's the office's best feature. We're the only floor in the building with a balcony. We've got an open view all the way to the river. I would be taking my lunch here everyday if the smokers didn't claim this place." 

She locked the balcony door to the office. "So we won't be disturbed." She smiled. "I hate smokers too. I think I'm going to rule this place as a non-smoking zone. I'll pass a memo today."

"You'll have mutiny." I laughed. "Or at least it won't make you very popular."

"I think I will anyway." She said. "I'm used to being unpopular."

I bet you are. I sat down on one of the couches, figuring she'll take the opposite sit. To my surprise she chose to put her shapely behind beside me. It only emphasized just how much taller than me she was. Each time she moved, her smell came to my nostrils. She put on something feminine, faint, but it had a nice presence.

"So this is going to be an evaluation?" I edged a little away from her. Pretending I wanted to rest my arm on the armrest. 

"Yes and no. Last week I've managed to sit down with almost all the rest of the team leaders. An introduction conversation sort of thing."

"Oh, I was on the east coast. Deployment week at ECI." 

"I know. Wow, it sure is hot in here." She took off her jacket. Underneath she had a white blouse with a low neckline. She opened the top button, took a company brochure from the table and used it as a makeshift fan. I simply couldn't resist and sneaked a peek at her cleavage. She didn't wear a bra. Her boobs, or the parts visible, were indeed a wet dream. Like a huge pair of melons. They looked firm and didn't sag an inch. Gravitational miracles, just like Jim claimed. She had a purple rose tattooed between the fellow mounds. I was mesmerized and forgot I shouldn't linger. I raised my eyes in alarm and, holy crap, she caught me. She was looking down on me with a smile. Fuck! What an idiot, there goes my raise. I blushed like a teenager. 

"So, Ian. I heard good things about you," she said. "The client is very pleased with the Multiring-MK5 project."

"He should." I breathed out, thinking I was on safe ground again. "No false modesty. Three years ago I took a bad team and a project that was stuck way behind schedule. Not only had we managed to catch up with the Gantt. We also included an algorithm in the mathematical engine that improves performance by 60 percent. And I didn't skimp on quality. We used agile XP methodology, almost 100 percent unit test coverage, full UML documentation. You can check it out. None of the other projects in this firm can boast anything close to that." 

"Yes, well, very impressive." She said though I could clearly see she didn't have a clue if it was. "We actually gave your project documentation as an example for a prospective client last week as a high-quality project sample." 

"Great, so you know I'm not just bragging. If you don't mind, this raises an issue which I would like to discuss." 

"Go ahead." 

"Well, Chin, before he left, promised I'd get a 20 percent raise by July. Well, if I could save the project schedule. Which I did. Big time."

"Do you have that on paper?" 

"It was a verbal agreement. Maybe we can contact Chin?"

"No need for that." She smiled that warm smile again. "I believe you. But there is a problem."

Oh-oh, there goes my raise, I knew I shouldn't have peeked at her bobs. "A problem?"

"The client is suffering like everyone due to the recession. He's having difficulties in Europe and the firm decided last week that a software project is too much of a luxury."

"They're shutting us down?" My voice was trembling. "All the work we have done, they're crazy. What a waste."

"No they'll take what we've done so far and sell it as it is. They'll simply cancel stages three and four of the project. They'll keep just one programmer for maintenance." 

"Wow." I said. "What about my team?" 

"We'll try to find other projects you might be assigned to, though most of you will have to go home. It's tough times for our company too, Ian."

"Wait, what do you mean by most of us? I'll be the maintenance guy, right? That's my project, my baby. I know every line of code there."

She let down the brochure. "Nope, Alison will do maintenance."

"Alison? I mean she's smart and a good programmer. But she's fresh from the university, she doesn't have the experience."

"She also costs half as much as you do. We would have preferred you, but the client simply won't pay that much."

"Ow." I said. I knew the meaning of a being sacked during recession. Been there last time, bought the fucking T-shirt. I'll do anything to avoid that again. "Wow. That sucks." I said. "Any chance for me to settle into any of the other projects?"

She sighed "As a project manager, none. As a regular programmer, slim."

"We're talking regular programmer salary, right?" I asked.

"I'm afraid so." She said. "We're gonna make some major cuts by the end of this month. Everyone will be holding onto their assets. That's not a good time for project relocation." 

"I'll take whatever you have." I hung my head and rested it on my palms. "Shit, and here I was talking about a raise a moment ago. Wow."

She put a comforting arm around my shoulder. Somehow it felt alright. "Are you OK?" There was real concern in her voice. When she leaned forward I felt her breast brush my shoulder.

"Yeh. Sure. I'm a big boy. I'll go tell the guys now if you don't mind. The sooner they know the better." I tried to get up but she didn't let go. That woman was far stronger than I.  

"Hold on a minute, we're not done yet." She said. 

Ok lady, I appreciate your concern, but that's weird. Let go. I turned my head and there she was looking down on me with huge green eyes, full of sympathy. Her face was far too close to mine. She touched my temple with her free hand's fingertips, then she moved her fingers slowly across my cheek. Once. Twice. I pulled back. Hoping she wouldn't be offended. "Sorry?" I said. 

"There is an option you might consider." Nothing in her voice hinted she was offended or that she considered what had just happened and my response as being odd. "I need a programmer for my personal staff. His job will be to take care of office utilities, for myself, the CFO and our mutual staff." 

"What kind of a job is that?"

"Installing new programs, running our batch jobs, writing small programs for database queries, manage new and damaged equipment. We let the IT do it today but there is tons of work and they are always too busy or pretend to be."

"Sounds like an IT kind of job. I'm way over qualified for that." Why wasn't she taking her arm off my shoulder?

"I know. You'll only need to do it part time. I do have some extra budget for R&D and I mean real research, not Google browsing."

"Ok."

"We're always researching to improve our infrastructure algorithms."

"That doesn't sound so bad:"

"That's a mathematician job, so you get to keep your salary and you'll have your own office, instead of a cubicle."

The terrible feeling in my stomach dissolved. "Sounds brilliant."

"You'll take Nasrin's office, the one next to mine. She'll be moving to the east coast branch."

"Oh, I'd rather stay on the same floor with the development teams. Even if it means a cubicle instead of an office."

"That's not an option, really." Her voice became stern. 

"Oh." I said. Lady, take your hand off.

"Of course you are not the only one we're considering for this job. It all depends on your willingness to perform some special tasks and your aptitude." 

"What special tasks?" 

"It's complicated. But I'm certain you're up to it." She rubbed my shoulder and smiled again. "The job includes lots of details which I don't have the time to go through right now." She looked at her watch. "I have a board meeting in ten minutes."

I rose up from the couch. I think she tried to grab me and then reconsidered. Maybe I was imagining things. "Ok, so when will be a good time?"

"As soon as possible. After the meeting I'm off to see a client and won't be coming back to the office."

"So, tomorrow morning?"

She looked at her palm pilot and typed a little. "I'd rather we do it today. Can you come by my house, say like nine o'clock?"

Things started to look too weird for my taste. Her place? Was she trying to seduce me? What would a seven-foot tall hermaphrodite want with me, anyway? This doesn't make any sense. On the other hand her behavior, the way she put her hand on me. Any girl that would touch me like that, I'd say she wants me. But she wasn't a girl, was she? Maybe she was just overly friendly and I was misinterpreting things? Maybe that's just how all of her kind behave. 

"Won't you prefer the office tomorrow? I mean, nine p.m.? Would that be convenient for you?" I said.

She laughed. "Sure, I do it all the time, I'm a workaholic."

"But in your own house?"

"There's a nice quiet place on my street called Marsha's. We can sit there and also grab something to bite."

Ok, that sounded less suspicious. She wouldn't do anything in public. "Fine by me." 

"Great, I'm looking forward to seeing you. Be there on time. You know, this can be an excellent opportunity for you if you play your cards right." 


Chapter 2

I was more at ease that night when I stood by her door, a penthouse in one of the richest parts of town. I had to cancel a date with Sue, my girlfriend. We quarreled because of it so I've told her everything that happened in the office, leaving out the embarrassing details. I Googled all through the afternoon searching data about hermaphrodites. There wasn't much. Thirty six years ago an introduction of a new drug called Venatritol was supposed to herald a new era of safe pregnancy. It was supposed to be a wonder drug that would solve blood pressure, urine protein and pregnancy toxemia. It actually did. However when the first babies were born with both male and female genitalia it was already too late. Almost ten thousand Venatritol hermaphrodites were conceived. They all had two complete sets of reproductive organs. They all looked feminine and were very tall and strong. They formed a race of their own. Wikipedia stated they were a tight group that kept mostly to themselves. They weren't attracted to either males or females and usually chose to take mates amongst themselves. One in three kids born to hermaphrodite couple would be a hermaphrodite himself. The other two would be regular female girls, albeit much taller and stronger than the average girl. It made my mind at ease because apparently Jasmine wasn't attracted to me. She just reacted to my obvious distress when I heard the bad news. 

I rang the bell.

The door opened but no one stood on the doorstep. Creepy. "Come in." Said a voice from the intercom. It was one of those automatic doors that opened with a remote. I entered one of the yuppiest apartments I've ever seen. Jasmine must be a slave to interior decorators. She had an original Susan Rothenberg on the wall. 

"I'll be right with you, I'm just drying my hair." She said from somewhere beyond the living room. "Take anything you like from the bar. There's beer in the refrigerator if you don't find anything you like."

Of course she had a bar. She was right though, I'm a beer kind of guy. I sat there on one of the black couches that must have cost something around two of my salaries. I had a beer in my hand and a warm feeling in my gut. So that's how rich people lived. I wouldn't mind a slice of that cake. 

"Anything you like?"

I turned around and the warm feeling went out of the window along with my feeling of ease. "S... Sorry, I didn't know you weren't dressed yet." I quickly lowered my eyes to the green carpet. She wore a blue satin baby doll nightgown and panties. With her long shapely legs and tremendous jugs she looked like a commercial for Jessica Rabbit. I felt her sit beside me on the couch. "Hi Ian, glad you made it on time."

I raised my head, if she didn't care, why should I care? She wore that same warm smile she had in the office. There was excitement in her eyes, expectation. Her lovely chest rose slowly, the dark nipples were clearly visible through the gown's thin material. 

"Aren't you going to get dressed?" My voice came out strange through my dry throat. 

"What for?"

"You wanted to have dinner, no? Marsha's or something like that."

"Oh, I've already eaten." 

"Oh." 

"Though, I wouldn't mind having dessert."  She slowly tasted her upper lip with her tongue.   


My Hermaphrodite Boss Pt. 02



Chapter 3 

"Hmmm, I can stay like this for hours just looking at you. I think I'm in love." Jasmine held me in her arms as we both laid naked in her king size bed. She had satin blue sheets and dim blue light, mirrors on the ceiling and on the walls. They reflected our images. A chain of two naked bodies stretching away to infinity, mine lithe and brownish, hers white and curvy. I would have enjoyed the situation if I didn't feel so angry with my own helplessness.

"You're cute even when you're moody." She caressed my cheek slowly and then gave me a light kiss on the lips. Another kiss followed then another. She pinched my nipple and took a mock bite out at it. 

"Ouch."

"You're tender, I like that. I love to play rough sometimes."

"I don't."

"You'll learn." She gave me another tender kiss and then attacked with a lustful French-kiss, lingering for a few seconds, leaving me out of breath. She hugged me close, crushing me against her marvellous bosom. I felt her rigid rod between my legs, bobbing up and down, patting my ass cheeks. 

"My bottom needs some licking." She turned around on her stomach. Her ass was pear shaped and very feminine. I kissed it and licked both mounds. Like velvet. She moaned and grabbed her ass cheeks. She spread them, displaying the pink ring. A closed gate to her hermaphrodite bowels. "Now insert your tongue, you know where." 

I sniffed, luckily from her position she couldn't see the face I made. "That's disgusting."

"Oh, Ian, what am I gonna do with you?"

"Give me a raise and say you're sorry."

"I like my ass licked and you're gonna ream it, through and through. That's part of the whole package."

"Sorry, you'll have to do without boot licking, sorry, butt licking."  

She flipped on her back. "I know it's gonna be fun training you. You're such a nerd. Too bad it'll have to wait. I'm going to Italy tomorrow. I should just pack you in one of the suitcases."

"I don't want to come."

She grabbed my cock. "Sure?"

"Positive."

She twisted my cock till it hurt. "You can't anyway, but I'll expect you to come along on my next trip. Do you play bondage games with Sue?" 

"Huh? We were just in Italy."

"And now we're in SM, try to keep up. Well, do you?"

"You seem to know everything about me. Do you really need an answer? Ouch." I cried as my cock was twisted again. "We tried role playing once, but I couldn't resist laughing when Sue said she had me in her power. That sort of ruined it."

"Cute. There's a set of handcuffs in the upper drawer, the one beside you."

"Want me to tie you up?"

She slapped my bottom. "Giddy up."

I opened the closet to a world of bizarre toys. "You have a subscription to your local sex shop? I mean, you could start renting equipment." I counted at least six dildos, as well as love eggs, numerous videos, leather and tons of stuff for which I had no idea of their purpose. "What type of handcuffs do you like? You have a leather set and several with fur? Why do you need so many? You do orgies in here?"

"Just bring two sets you like."

"I don't even like the idea of tying you up."

"Have no fear then, I don't intend to be for a moment."

"Oh", I said. "How about normal sex? Don't you like the normal stuff?"

"I love anal." She smiled. "Do you and Sue...? "

"S... sometimes." I lied. Sue never let me even touch the place where the sun don't shine. 

"You mean never. I see it got your attention, though." She winked at my dick that was rising up to the sound of the magical words 'Anal Sex'.

I blushed. "Well you caught me. It's a fantasy of sorts."

"Be a good boy and we'll sort out your fantasy right now."

I forced a grin from ear to ear to show that I'm the best kid ever. 

"Just put the handcuffs on both wrists. Oh, and that stupid grin is a complete turn off."

I hesitated for a second but the thought of sinking my dick inside that marvellous pear-shaped ass won me over. I put the two handcuffs on. "Hope you've got keys for those."

"You know where to start looking for them, in case they're misplaced." Jasmine grabbed the right hand handcuff an attached it to the left bedpost, forcing me to lie on my left side. 

"That's hardly convenient, I mean if you like spooning, you should tie my hand further to the right."

"In a second, dear." She grabbed the second handcuff and pulled my left arm from under me, flipping me onto my stomach. 

"Hey." I tried to pull but she quickly attached the handcuff to the left bedpost. I blinked stupidly. My arms were stretched and my face mashed against her blue sheets. "Why you did that for? You're not gonna whip me or anything cause that's fucking...Awwww" I cried as she slapped my ass.

"No, I'm not into that stuff. Though now that you mention it." She slapped me real hard on my bottom again.

"Auwww." I howled in fright and pain. 

"That's for calling me demented, bitch."

I had tears in my eyes. "How should I call you then, mistress?"

"Awwww." I howled as she hit me on the other cheek.

"That's for being smart. And 'Jasmine' will do. By the way, that's hardly the behaviour of a good boy. I'm inclined just to forget about the anal sex."

"In that position I doubt that you would be even able to crawl under me."

"Funny." She said. I heard her walk to the closet. Next I heard a click as she put a handcuff on one leg then on the other. She then attached them to the bed's other end. I was spread-eagled on my stomach. Naked. It reminded me of a virgin tied to an alter in a B-movie, about to be sacrificed. It made me feel silly. "Woof." I exhaled as Jasmine jumped on my back. I saw her in the mirror holding a small tube and like lightning it hit me.

"No fucking way, Jasmine."

"You think?"

"No! Hell no! Untie me up this instant. The deal is off!"

She pressed the tube and a bluish gel came forth. "You said anal was a fantasy of sorts."

"You know exactly what I meant."

She laughed and started rubbing the gel on her erect monster. She took her time, slowly massaging the monster head. She squeezed her hand around it, making wet sounds.

"You can't! I won't!" I started wiggling like a maniac trying to get her off me. 

She slid backward and pressed her rod between my already spread ass cheeks. The gel was cool against my crack. 

"Jasmine, don't. I can't do this, I've never done it. You'll kill me." 

She moved forward and backward. In the mirror her eyes were closed and she was moaning. Her penis on my spread cheeks looked like a oversized sausage in a bun. "Your ass is dreamy. Wiggle some more for me." 

I did in hope of making her finish, sparing me the unthinkable. 

She responded enthusiastically, pressing hard against my butt. 

Using the limited movement I was given I tried attuning to her rhythm, pressing against her shoving prick. We danced that dance for ten minutes, full of soft moaning by her and silent prayer by me that she wouldn't go forth with her plan. Anal sex never looked so frightening. 

"Oh, you're just soooo damn good. Clench those butt cheeks." I did and she moaned and kissed the back of my neck. She then lay down on top of me, her huge breasts enveloping my head. Rubbing herself like a dog on a bitch in heat. "Ohhh, sweet baby, I'm gonna come. Ohhhhh. She sunk her teeth into my shoulder. I want to come inside you, babe." 

I clenched my ass in fear. 

"Oh, shit, babe I'm coming." She rose and spread my ass cheeks. The mushroom head bumped against my virgin opening but then she started coming. I saw her in the mirror spurting huge jets of white goo onto my ass and back. I've never seen anything like it. The volume of her jism was appalling. No wonder I couldn't keep it in my mouth. She kept it going for three more spurts then she wiped the rest on my ass and rose.

"Babe, you're just too damn sexy. I've never came so fast before, twice. Thrice, if you count the vaginal paradise you gave me. You're amazing."

"Thanks, I think. Can you untie me now? I think I had enough humiliation for one night." 

"Ok, but first clean me."

"I'll need my hands, do you have wet baby towels or something."

She jumped from the bed and placed her now quickly dwindling cock at my mouth.

"Oh, fuck that."

"I thought we were past the 'I don't suck cock' stage?" She pressed the mushroom head to my lips.

I rolled my eyes and opened wide.

"Mind the teeth." She slapped me lightly on the cheek. "It's time you learnt." 

It was soft now in my mouth and against my tongue. A different feeling. The gel didn't have as bad taste a taste as I feared. I rubbed my tongue against the corona and spat out the dick head and the cum. 

"Don't spit, swallow."

"Hell if I will."

"Ian. Ian." She nodded her head. "For now just suck it like a lollipop." 

"It's clean."

"Only when I say it is." She pressed the head again against my lips. 

With little choice I started sucking the huge mushroom head. My neck was starting to ache from the position and I hoped she would decide my torment might end soon.

My mobile sang My Little China Girl. 

"Sue is actually Korean." My boss grabbed my pants. She found my mobile in the left pocket. "Hello, Sue. This is Jasmine Richardson. Yep, Ian's boss." She put her hand over the mouthpiece. "Who the hell told you to stop?" She said to me. I started sucking again. "So you're the girlfriend I'm depriving of Ian's presence. I'm terribly sorry for the inconvenience. "

"He's really preoccupied with what we're doing right now. He can't talk."

"I know it's late, but we have some tasks that need accomplishing. You know what, Sue? Just choose any restaurant you want and I'll let you and your boyfriend have a free dinner. At the company expense, just to say how appreciative I am at Ian taking his work so seriously."

"Super. Feel free."

"A couple of hours."

"Yes, I'm afraid so. I'll tell him. Bye, Bye. It's been a real pleasure."

Jasmine hung up. "A real pleasure." She said. "Your girlfriend said you should work hard."

I felt her cock go rigid in my mouth again and spat it out. 

"She sounds nice, your girlfriend. I envy her." She patted my cheek and looked down with mock surprise at her erect member. "You've done it again, in record time. Naughty boy." She went back to the closet and pulled out a small canister. I heard a hiss and saw her spraying something on her dick.

"What the hell are you doing now, Jasmine?"

"It's called Stud Spray."

"What's it for?"

"It nulls the feeling on the penis, extends ejaculation. Ten seconds with you and I'm shooting like there's no tomorrow. I can't help that you're just so damn hot. Just looking at your naked butt makes me wanna shoot." 

"You said you'll release me."

"I lied. I want you impaled on my dick like nothing I ever wanted before." 

"I don't want to. That's rape."

"That's heaven on earth, baby." She started rubbing the gel again. 

"Jasmine, please no." 

She jumped on the bed between my spread legs. I saw her in the mirror pouring gel on my open crack. The gel felt cold against my skin but not too much to be unpleasant. 

"Relax honey." She said "I've never done it with a virgin before, but I do know that unless you'll relax, it's gonna hurt like hell."

"Easy for you to say. Jasmine, please, I'll do what you want, just don't do this."

"That's exactly what I want. I've been aching to put my sausage in your hot bun from the moment I saw you." She spread my ass cheeks and I felt her stretching my shit ring. 

"Aowwwwwww." I yowled as I felt her finger enter me.

"Shhhhhhhh. Relax" She waited for a few seconds with her finger inside my virgin butt. "Don't clench."

My anus rebelled against the foreign flesh inside it and I pushed tying to expel her. When that didn't work I pushed my pelvis deeper into the bed. Jasmine responded by sticking her finger deeper into me. I froze in panic.

She started wiggling her finger inside my anus. I felt the cool gel inside my butt. 

"Ready for a second?"

"Second what? Auwwww" I shouted when I felt a second finger enter me. Like she did with the first, she waited a few seconds with he fingers inside. "Just concentrate on breathing deep," she said, and kissed me gently on my back. 

"Jasmine?" I tried my most reasonable voice. 

"What, sweetie?" She started buggering me with her fingers. My butt clenched and unclenched around them. 

"That hurts." 

"You'll get used to it." She inserted a third finger and I clenched in pain. 

"Take it out, please, that's really uncomfortable." I breathed in and out forcefully. 

"You have such a tight bum hole. Remember, the pain is only in your head."

"No, it's in my ass. Auwwwwwwww" I shouted when she started moving three fingers inside me.

"Don't be such a baby."

"Why are you doing this?"

"What?" She pulled her fingers out and I exhaled in relief. "I could have jumped you and broken you in a single thrust. Instead I take the time lubricating you, massaging your anus and readying it to accommodate my penis. It takes a whole lot of will-power, and all you do is complain. I guess there is no pleasing some people." She wiped her fingers on my ass. 

I felt her touch my crack again, this time it wasn't her finger. She didn't go for rubbing against me this time. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply.

"Don't! Just breathe normally and try to relax."

I whimpered in response.

She stretched my ass with both hands. I felt my hole open and exposed. She rubbed the head against my pink clenched anal ring. "Just breathe." She pushed a little. I tried to wiggle myself free. 

"Auwwwwwwww." I cried as she smacked my buttock. I looked in the mirror, it was quite red.

"Stop that." She leaned forward, adding more pressure with her huge head on my poor anal ring. 

Nothing happened. She was just too big. She pushed with more force. 

"Ouwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww." I yowled as I felt my sphincter stretch beyond possibility.

She moved back. 

I started breathing again.

I saw her reach for the gel tube. She connected the head with my ass ring and squeezed, flooding my anus with the cold gel. "Open wide and bite on this." She placed her pillow in my mouth.

My body was pouring sweat from glands I didn't know I had. 

Jasmine placed her huge head at my opening again. She used the fingers of one hand to stretch my anal ring and with the other she pushed the bulbous head. The ring slowly gave-in and more of her head pushed forward. 

I howled into the pillow. I felt my anal muscles stretching to the point of being ripped. Millimetre by agonizing millimetre. Like a white-hot rod was inserted into my anus. Beyond the pain I heard her moaning from far away. The mushroom head slowly made its way. Thank god for the gel or I would have fainted. 

"Almost in baby. This is sooooo good. You're so tight." 

A final thrust and something gave in. I screamed once more as the mushroom head popped inside me and the sphincters closed behind it, enveloping her rod in a warm loving grasp.

"Shhhhhhhhhhhh.... Baby, it's just me. Shhhhhh. Mommy is here inside her little angel." She kissed me gently on the back of my neck, "Oh, your ass is a dream, baby. If you could only know what it feels like." 

Like agony. I spat into the pillow. "I'm probably bleeding right now." My voice came out in short bursts. My ass sent me warm pulses of hot pain.

"Only a little."

"What?" 

"Just kidding. The gel took care of that." She pressed forward. It was like an anaconda was slithering inside my anus, splitting me apart. I looked in the mirror. Her penis was buried in my ass. It would have made a sexy picture if I wasn't in such pain. 

"Your cherry is officially popped, love." 

"Great, I would like to say thanks to mom and dad and all the wonderful people, auwwwwww." I shouted as she pushed further.

"You're adorable."

"Please take it out, Jasmine. I'll do anything." 

"Anything?"

"Anything, just take it out."

"Ok." To my amazement she pulled back. The huge rod popped out of my suffering rectum. The pressure was gone and I started breathing again. "Anything does include you begging so nicely while I bugger you." 

"Oh, god, please not again."

"Yep, that's it. Now for my part." She pressed again. 

"Auwwwwwwwwww." This time my scream without the pillow must have gone through the floor to the neighbours downstairs. I hoped some of them had consciences enough to check who was being tortured upstairs, or better still, call the police. There was that enormous pressure and the same horrible pain but this time it went in more smoothly. There was a pop and my anus again enveloped her monstrous penis head. I felt her corona scraping my inner walls. 

She tried to put the pillow in my mouth. I refused to open it. She grabbed onto something, it was her pink panties. Jasmine pinched my nose and waited for me to inhale. Then she reconsidered and pushed herself viciously inside me. I howled in pain and she took the opportunity to stuff my mouth with the pink panties. She didn't push the garment all the way in before I succeeded clenching my jaws. She kept her fingers on my nose though. This time there was no air coming through my mouth. I had to open wide and she stuffed the panties entirely in. I tried pushing it out with my tongue, but she slapped me hard when she saw what I was trying to do. "I'll put a masking tape over your yapper if you try that." There was no anger in her voice. Looking at her in the mirror I saw her smiling that inferno smile of hers. I bet she was enjoying herself immensely, and not just from the penetration. I decided to stop struggling, thus leaving her devoid of one pleasure. A small victory. 

"Bite down, lover boy. One. Two. Three. Here we go." She rotated her pelvis forward. Slowly, controlling the movement. I thought she would cleave me in two. Inch by agonizing inch. 

"Squeeze that ass like you're trying to shit me out. You want me out, do you?"

More than anything in the world, right now. I squeezed and pushed, activating muscles in my butt I didn't know I had.

"Oh my god, that's so good, you're milking me."

In the mirror Jasmine was smiling in bliss. I didn't know that at the time but my but squeezing didn't do shit in expelling her out. It actually helped her get deeper, which was exactly what she intended. 

"Squeeze, little bunny. Squeeze for mommy." 

I pushed as hard as I could making her moan. My lubricated anus made wet squishy sounds around her pulsating member. 

"Half way there." She said. "Your ass feels soooo good." She leaned forward and kissed my head. "I know it's painful right now, but it'll become easier once we do it more often. Just one more push, love." She pressed again. My scream was muffled this time. Jasmine licked salty tears from the corner of my eye. I felt her huge sack of balls touching my ass. 

"Three quarters of the way in. I guess that's ok for first time. You can call me anything but inconsiderate. Ohhhhh, but that feels heavenly." She pulled back slowly until only her penis' head was buried inside my ass. Then she slowly pushed again. "Oh, Ian." She huffed and moaned. In the mirror I saw I wasn't the only one sweating. "I'll go slowly because it's the first time for you." 

Jasmine started building up a rhythm. Forward and backward. The huge anaconda slithered and scraped the walls of my anus. I tried to relax, praying she would finish fast. I had trouble enough breathing. In my own small world of agony I could hear her moaning. She sent one arm beneath me and grabbed my cock. Amazingly, despite the pain it was erect. She didn't make a smart remark, instead she started jerking me off to the rhythm of her own thrusts. 

It lasted forever. Agonizing slow thrust followed by a moment of short respite as she pulled. The stud spray must have done its part. It also nullified some of the pain in my ass to the point of being bearable. 




My Hermaphrodite Boss Pt. 02



"Oh yes, baby." She started kissing my face, biting my lips and then sending her tongue down my ear. "I'm crazy about you. I wanna fuck you all day and all night long," she whispered. 

Twice her cock came out and I suffered again that agonizing sensation of my sphincter widening. On the second time I felt ready to explode. I moaned through my teeth. My ass clenched around her penis and my own penis started shooting jism. 

"Oh, baby, so sweet. That's for me? Do it again. A loving hug with your ass. Go on. Need help?" She took a hard bite to my ear. I clenched in pain and she moaned. "Oh yeh, that's it, babe." She thrust deep and fast. I screamed into the cloth blocking my mouth. She took a real bite (one I would have trouble explaining to Sue), at my shoulder. She sunk her teeth and didn't let go. 

The anaconda turned into a battering ram. With each thrust I felt my walls trembling. Pow, with a vicious thrust her rod went further than ever. Then she stopped. My ass was completely full. My anal walls tight like a glove around her throbbing cock. I felt like I have a huge turd in my ass, one which I'm unable to squeeze out.

"Squeeze that ass for mommy, make me come, baby." 

I was concentrating on breathing.

"God, I'm in heaven."

I'm in that other place. Breath, just breath.. 

She pulled out and then with one mighty push her snake was buried all the way inside me. "Touchdown, sweetie." She was buried so deep I was afraid her pole was going to come out of my mouth. She grabbed my hips and pushed. She waited again for a few minutes breathing deep.

"My bad, I almost came. Didn't want to ruin it for us too soon."

Us?

"Oh, ho." She laughed. "Baby, you've officially made it to the top of my list. Your ass is a dream." She pulled back up and started fucking my butt using slow and methodological long strokes. Each time she buried her love pole in the abyss of my tortured anus. Each time her huge testicles slapped my ass cheeks. In out, in out. 

"Oh, fuck. Can you feel my input, little programmer?" 

She gave a mighty heave and stayed buried to the hilt again, breathing deep. "Ready to get fucked?"

What the hell we've been doing up till now?

Jasmine pulled out, but didn't wait this time. A fast push of her pelvis sent her female dick all the way into my bowels. 

I screamed.

She didn't care and started humping me hard and fast. Throwing her "slowly at first time" policy to the winds, she started pistoning with abandon. Her huge balls slapped my butt at each thrust. Pounding inside my ass like a machine, oblivious to my shouts. She grabbed my hips and pulled me fast as she was thrusting, in and out. In and out.

In and out. She pounded faster. 

My ass stretched, as her penis shaped it to her will. In the mirror my gaping hole swallowed the invader. Pow, pow, pow. The lady sure had stamina. Her athletic body glistened with sweat, her eyes closed in concentration and her mouth open, blabbering incoherent words. Pow. With each stroke my head was pushed into the mattress. I wiggled under her but there was no respite. 

In and out, in and out. She was like a fast engine now. 

"Ehhhhh Ahhhhhh, Ehhhhhhh Ahhhhhhh, Ehhhhhh Ahhhhhhh." Her moans became donkey braying. She was lost in her own world of pleasure and I was lost in it too. 

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh" I felt the fist spurt of warm liquid inside my tortured anus. She thrust so hard I was sure her penis was going to come out of my mouth. 

"Ahhhhhh, Ahhhhhhh, Ahhhhhhh." More of the sticky stuff filled me. Then Jasmine collapsed on top of me. I felt another stream and then another.

We laid there. Well, I didn't have much choice. She panted like she'd just run a long marathon. Then she started to laugh. She pulled the panties out of my mouth, but kept her dick buried inside me. "The best fuck I ever had. Was it good for you too?"

I didn't have much inclination to answer.



My Hermaphrodite Boss Pt. 03



First for some debts since Literotica ignored my request.

I need to say many thanks to Will (that's how he wants to be credited), the editor of chapter 1.

And many thanks to 'John Bous', the editor of chapter 2 and this chapter. A swell guy with a lot of patience for strangers with odd requests (Like editing weird stories written on the other side of the globe).

Thank you guys, you did a great work that shouldn't go unnoticed.

Back to the story...

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"Look, it can't go on like this." Sue sounded worried on the phone, it made me feel a little better. "Your mom called me today."

"What did she want?"

"She tried to find out if something is wrong between us and if that's the reason you've been holing out for two weeks."

"What did you say?"

"The same bullshit that's you've been selling me. You caught a bad fever and you'll be back on your feet in a day or two. Your boss called."

The good feeling disappeared and a cold hand grabbed my heart. "Jasmine?" I tried to apply casual intonation to the name.

"You've got another?"

"What did she want?"

"She was worried about you, that's all. She said you don't answer calls. I don't know what is going on with you. This is so unlike you. Did something happen between you two that night you were at her place?"

Someone knocked at my door.

"Don't be silly." I hoped I sounded convincing. "It's just a cold. Look, call me in five. I've got the neighbor at the door. He wants to sign me up for participating in getting a satellite dish for the entire building. As if there is not enough crap on TV."

"Ok, but I'll be coming tonight and I'm gonna put you back up on your feet. I don't want any excuses this time."

"Sure."

"After I knock you off your feet, that is."

"Sounds promising. Just a second." I shouted at the unseen knocker who was growing impatient.

"Bye, sweetheart." Sue said.

"Bye, love."

I opened the door.

"So the rumors of your death have been greatly exaggerated."

Blood cells freeze at minus three degrees Celsius. Google it if you don't believe me. She must have brought Antarctica with her because mine sure did.

"What's the matter, aren't you glad to see me?" She wore a white leather trench coat that ended just above the knees and shiny black high boots with impressive heels. "Thought you'd just hide at home, silly bunny?"

"Jasmine."

"Yes, baby?"

I took a very deep breath. "Come in, please, you're letting the chill in." My voice was proudly almost unwavering.

She smiled and closed the door behind her. "You should shave." She reached out to caress my cheek but I dodged her hand.

"Just sit down. I'll be right with you."

"Don't you want to know how my trip to Italy was?"

"I couldn't care less."

"Boring. Luckily I took some videos with me to make my stay more enjoyable." She took out a shining new I-phone from her pocket and fiddled with it. "Where are you going? I wanna show you."

"I'm going to my bedroom, for my Beretta and sawn-off shotgun." Fuck that woman. I would not let her intimidate me again.

In my bedroom, I turned on the computer. The sounds that came from her I-Phone in the living room were moans and sleazy porn music. I ignored everything and printed the letter I wrote yesterday.

When I came back to the living room Jasmine was sitting comfortably on the sofa, her long legs on the wooden table. She opened he trench-coat button after button.

I sighed. "There is something disturbingly wrong with you, and I don't mean just the fact that you have a dick."

"You think?" She was butt naked underneath the coat. "I missed you, Ian."

From the I-Phone came a loud shout: "Please take it out, Jasmine. I'll do anything."

"What the fuck?" I grabbed the thing. Never in my life did I imagine I'd star in a porn movie. But there I was, getting my ass fucked, filmed from several angles as the camera rotated around our sweaty bodies.

"I added the cheesy porno effects and soundtrack." Jasmine smiled. "It's amazing what you can do with I-phones."

"You have cameras in all the mirrors." I said.

"Yep, I especially like the top view. I think this is going to be a new YouTube number one hit. It will be bigger than that 'Charlie did my finger' thing. "

"YouTube don't allow porn... Oh forget it you'll just say anything to get me on edge. I've promised myself I'll stop letting you get under my skin."

"How about getting inside your butt again?" She finished opening her coat. "Wow, look at that." She laughed and saluted her cock. "Just being near you, makes Mr. Pecker jump to attention." She started massaging her cock.

"Stop that, I ain't gonna be your puppet anymore." I handed her the page I just printed.

Instead of taking it, she blew me a kiss. "That's how you treat a guest around here?"

"Oh, how rude of me, can I offer you anything? Coffee? Cake? Cyanide?"

"I was hoping for something else." She pantomimed a blowjob using her hand and a tongue in her cheek.

"Fuck you."

"Plenty of time for that later."

"Just take the fucking letter."

She took it and almost grabbed my hand but I avoided it at the last second. "A resignation letter. How cute. What about what the future holds for you the moment you take that step?"

"I called my brother and he's happy with his current job and withdrew his transfer request. Sue has a working Visa. I'm going to resign and you're a fucking liar and there ain't no fucking thing you can do to me. Everything about you is tricks and deception. I'm not falling for that anymore."

She yawned or pretended to. "Including that movie that can be very embarrassing?"

"That shows me getting raped. It's going to ruin both of us and I don't believe you'll use it."

"Don't count on it. When was the last time you talked to your brother?"

"Why?"

"His entire project was transferred yesterday to a new location. The eastern management were quite happy to take their hands off it. Three guesses as to who your brother's new boss is."

"You're lying."

"Check your email for the details. I'm waiting, but not too long."

I went back to my room and pulled the office emails. Sifting through my mailbox, I found the email she referred to. My brother Andy and his ERP project had, indeed, transferred to our office. Andy's name was on the list of the people relocating from the East Coast. Yet, Jasmine couldn't have been responsible for that. She was powerful, but this sort of strategic decision cannot be just the whim of a single manager. Maybe she knew this was going to fall down and simply jumped that train for leverage?

My mobile sang "Little China Girl."

"Hi, Sue, I'm busy right now can I get back to you?" I said.

"Ian, you got to come right now." Sue was sobbing hysterically. "It's my mom."

"What happened?"

"They took her."

"Who took her? Sweetheart you got to calm down. You're not making any sense."

"Two guys from the ICE came to her factory this afternoon and arrested her, they're going to put her in detention and deport her."

"Calm down, Sue, was it a routine check or did they specifically come for her?"

"How the fuck do I know?" I heard her shouting at someone in Chinese or Korean at the other send of the line. "Are you coming?"

"Sure, I will, let me arrange some things first."

I closed the phone and went back to the living room. One slow step after the other, like a condemned man on his way to the gallows.

Jasmine was perched on the sofa with a smug smile from ear to ear. She knew she had won even before she got to my place.

"Did you check your mail?" She said.

"That was my girlfriend on the phone."

"Terrible thing illegal aliens. Working cheap, stealing jobs from decent Americans. They should be sent back to where they came from."

"Is it reversible?"

Jasmine picked her I-phone. "Just a phone-call away."

"I'll do whatever you want." I said. "Please."

"No more bitching? No more 'I don't do this', 'that's gross', 'that's too much'?"

"Anything."

"Hmm... I gave you three chances already. I rarely give people more than one."

"You won't be disappointed this time."

"Prove it."

"What?"

"In less than thirty minutes, Nadine, is going to leave her office." Jasmine said.

"Who the fuck is Nadine?"

She pressed her groomed finger to her lips. "That's hardly appropriate. You should from now on let me finish before you jump."

"Sure."

"Nadine is a friend and a big-shot in the Immigration and Customs Enforcement agency."

"The ICE?"

Jasmine sighed and nodded her head. "She's the only thing between Sue's mom and detention and deportation, but once she leaves the office for the weekend, camping in Yellowstone, there would be nothing she could do until Monday. By then it may be too late."

"So call her now."

"I need an incentive."

"Please, Jasmine."

"You're kidding me?" Jasmine smiled and pointed at her erect cock.

"Ok."

"No hands or mouth or tongue on my bold soldier."

"How the hell...? No! No fucking way, I was sore for days."

"Bye. Bye." Jasmine started buttoning her coat.

"No, wait."

"Good luck with Sue."

"I'll do it. How the hell I don't know, but I will." I ran to the bathroom and dumped everything from the closet on the floor. Lubricant, I got to find lubricant. My shampoo didn't look like it could do the trick. I had honey flavor body lotion, left by Sue one day. I undressed and ran to the living room, the open jar in my hands. Jasmine was in my kitchen, rummaging through the fridge.

"You've got nothing interesting."

"We should hurry; you said your friend is about to leave the office."

She eyed my naked figure from top to bottom. "We?"

"I mean. What do you like? I can make you a quick ham-sandwich if you're hungry."

"Any fruit?"

"I've got some cherries."

"Great." Jasmine went back to the living room and stretched her long figure on the sofa with both legs on the short living room wooden table. She turned on the TV, picking some financial show. I handed her a bowl of cherries but she pushed my hand away. "Feed me."

"Huh?"

"Huh." She imitated my voice.

I took a cherry and placed it near her full lips. Jasmine grabbed both the fruit and my fingers and sucked both for awhile. She looked me straight in the eye and moaned a little. I felt my own prick rising to the stimulation.

"Good?"

"Aha." She chewed and spat the seed on the table.

"Do you mind?"

"You didn't bring me anything to put it in."

"Are you calling your friend, Nadine?"

"Are you dense? I told you what you need to do. Those cherries are great but they won't make me come."

"Fuck."

"Exactly." She opened her mouth and I placed another cherry in there.

I went back to get the lotion which I left in the kitchen. I took a healthy gob and pressed it into my ass.

"I'll straddle you, lay back." I said. My voice quivered only a little.

"Whatever." Jasmine spat another seed. "Face me, I want you to feed me while you do."

"Saudi Sheiks in your gene pool?"

"New Yorkers' genes."

"Same thing." I stepped on the couch, my legs spread and positioned myself above the monster head. My throat was dry and my ass tingled with fear. I lowered myself very slowly. Jasmine yawned again and opened her mouth to another cherry. I reached for the bowl and repositioned myself. The bulbous head touched my ass cheek and I convulsed in fear. I closed my eyes and grabbed the huge rod. It pulsed in my sweaty palm. I centered it at my hole and tried to sit down. My ass clenched in fear and it didn't push through.

I opened my eyes knowing what I'd see. Jasmine was smiling like a raccoon. All pretense of boredom disappeared. Her beautiful green eyes were mesmerized on my face and she was breathing hard.

"Having troubles, little bunny?"

"Why me, Jasmine?"

"I've already told you. I want you and I'm used to getting whatever I want." She kissed me gently on my forehead.

"Jesus."

"Clock is ticking, Clarice. Tick tock, tick tock." She said with an exaggerated English accent.

It wasn't my fault; Sue's mom was having a bad day. Why not just send Jasmine back to the pit she crawled from? The hell with everything.

Because I'm not a prick, that's why. I can't pretend I don't care. Be a man, it's just pain.

"If you can't beat them..." I said.

"You can't. None of you can anymore." She said.

"Screw the hell out of them." I said and wondered if she referred to the entire human race or just the male part of it. So you do have cracks in your wall you oversized bitch.

I grabbed her head and pulled her to me. It was not a kiss. It was ferocious lip sucking, an onslaught of passion. Two can play the game. She let her tongue in and I sucked it like my life depended on it. Then I grabbed her lower lip and bit her so hard she cried in pain. At the same time, I shouted an Indian war cry and lowered myself with force onto her cock, ignoring the pain. One brutal shove. The bowl of cherries flew out of my hands and the cherries scattered all over the sofa. But she was in. Deep inside me and pulsing.

Jasmine opened her mouth but nothing came out. Her lip was bleeding and I sent my tongue to lick the salty substance.

She looked at me with new eyes, multitude of emotions on her face.

Another crack in your wall?

"Baby, that was..." She tasted her lip.

I was breathing hard, the huge cock was buried deep in my ass. My butt surprisingly wasn't feeling the pure agony as it had the first time. Maybe the position was easier and maybe my hole got a little less tight. It still hurt a lot, but it was bearable.

"That was..." She kissed me gently on the lip.

"Hot?"

"Unusual."

"Undid me."

"Undeniably."

"You slipped in."

"My sweet Guildenstern." Jasmine giggled and kissed me again gently on the lips. Her tongue traveled from my mouth to my chin and nose and snaked into my ear. She pulled my head and squashed it against her marvelous tits. "Adore them."

"God, they're beautiful."

"You can do better than that."

Your command is your wish, bitch. Those magnificent mounds were the best part of "The Jasmine Show". Melon sized and firm, they swelled like the promise inherited in mount Sinai in the eyes of Moses. A beautiful rose tattoo hid between them, visible fully only to anyone bold enough to delve.

I grabbed one, tasted it, kissed it and licked round its smooth surface. There is no spoon. There is no eight-inch cock. Neo, eat your heart out. Let's see you disbelieve an eight inch cock that is swelling inside your anus.

Jasmine's nipple was dark in color and very much erect. I attacked it like a hungry lamb.

"That's it, baby. Suckle on mommy's tits. Tell me how beautiful they are."

"They should be bronzed."

"Yeh, baby. Tell me more."

"I could look at them forever. I could kiss them forever." I sunk my mouth on the other nipple.

"Ohhhhh, babe." Jasmine held me in a bear hug. The girl sure had the strength of a bear. Her palms roamed my body and squeezed my ass cheeks. She raised my chin and Frenched me. This time I gave as much as I took, tit for tat. Our lips merged and our tongues twirled like love-making snakes. I sucked her tongue in with everything I had. When I couldn't anymore she sucked on mine. We traded positions and fluids several times. She took a cherry from the couch and put it between her teeth. I tried to take it with my own teeth and we quarreled like two dogs on a piece of cloth. She let go of the cherry and gave a throaty laugh. Then she attacked my lips ravenously and kissed me till we were both a bit dizzy.

"You want me, Ian?"

"Come inside me, babe."

"Say you want me, deep."

As much as I want scabies. "Yes." I whispered.

"Say it, I want to hear you say my name and ask for it."

"Jasmine, please impale me. I want your beautiful cock deep inside my ass."

"Ok." She put her palms on my hips. "Slam dunk" She slammed me down hard and rotated upward, impaling me so deep that her hilt was fully buried and her testicles were mashed against my bottom.

"Auwwwwwwww." I yowled.

"That's for being such a lying bunny."

"I didn't..."

"Shhhhhhh." She put her finger to my lips and wiped some tears. "I don't care. Eventually I'll make you want it. Beg for it. For the time being pretense is good enough."

"So why did you...?" I said through the pain. "You just like to hurt people, don't you?"

"I like you, babe. I like to taste you, I like to fuck you, to hurt you to pleasure you. I like everything about you, baby. You better learn to live with that."

"Call your friend." 

"Did you hear me come?"

"She could be gone any minute now."

"Did you hear me come?"

"Fuck you."

"Exactly."

One to three, you can do it.

I raised my impaled ass. The huge mushroom scraped and stretched my inner walls.

"Oh yeh, baby. That's it."

It felt like a sleeve pulled inside out. I controlled the movement, making sure the huge head didn't pop out.

So far so good. Now down.

Slowly I impaled myself on the large cock. Engulfing it inside my loving butt.

"Oh god." Jasmine closed her eyes.

Again.

I rose again and sunk again building a rhythm, ignoring everything excluding the task ahead.

She is a talker. She likes to hear lies. Talk to her.

The huge rod was scraping my prostate and again, despite the pain, I was hard as a rock.

"Jasmine, I envy your cock."

She opened her eyes and winked at me. "You should."

"I am."

"You own it now, babe, go slow."

I raised the tempo.

"Slower, babe, I want it to last."

Up. I rose on the wave of her building ecstasy. The huge cock went almost out of the hole. "I want you bad, Jasmine."

"I can see you do, little bunny. Tell mommy more sweet lies. Tell me how beautiful I am."

Up I rose and felt my bowels turn inside out. "You're a goddess"

"Which one?"

Hades, no, Kali. "You're Venus."

"Oh, baby, slow down. Slower." She grabbed my hips and stopped my descent.

"You are a goddess. The men in the office drool when they talk of you." That wasn't actually a lie, though I bet most would feel less enthusiastic once they find out how she indulges herself. I tried to keep the rhythm but she held me tight. She was breathing and sweating hard and it was obvious she was concentrating on not coming. She looked so beautiful when she was on the edge, angelic.

And thus she clothe her naked villainy. I clenched my butt as hard as I could.

"Oh, Oh, baby, wait, wait." Her eyes closed and she gave a powerful gasp.

I clenched again.

"Ahhhhh, baby."

I pretended her cock was a massive turd, one I would love to feel go out of me, and pushed. Pushed and clenched. My anal ring hugged her cock, making my anal chute even tighter. I felt her swelling inside me.

"Ahhhhh. Baby, wait."

I clenched, repeatedly. Like a fist around her cock, clamping hard to a rhythm only I could hear. It was the first time I was on top of the situation, and despite the pain, it made me feel good. Even though she tried to control it, her breath became more ecstatic.

"You're on the verge, Jasmine."

"Wait, sweetie."

"I want you, Jasmine."

"No, baby, wait."

"I'm in love with you. I love you." I attacked her lips one more time.

"Ahhhhh, Ahhhhhh, Ahhhhhh." She closed her eyes and rotated her pelvis upward, thrusting with brutal force, fast and deep. My ass was on fire again but I didn't care. The first spurt of jism felt like triumph in my tortured anus. I know it sounds crazy but it did.

"Ahhhhh, baby, your ass. Ohhhhhhhh. I love you baby."

She came and she came. Her lips fused with mine, moaning incoherent love words into my mouth. At last she collapsed and rested her forehead on my shoulder.




My Hermaphrodite Boss Pt. 03



"Baby, that was..." She whispered.

"An incentive. Make the call."

"Did you mean it?" There was something of child innocence in her voice. It was so strange I almost felt sorry for her for a second.

"Did I mean what?"

"What you just said. Of course you didn't." She raised her head and stared at me.

"What did I say? You mean about loving you?"

There was something strange in her eyes. Hunger? Hope?

"Of course I meant it." I said. "You humiliate me, hurt me, rape me, force me and extort me. How can I feel any different?"

Her eyes became hard. "Get up, clean and get dressed."

"What about fucking Nadine from the ICE?"

"I'll call her once we're in my car. There's no rush."

"She's not going to leave her office for Yellowstone. You lied."

"She left yesterday. So what? She's got a cell phone, people in her office have got cell phones. It's the twentieth first century, dummy."

You lying bitch.

"Don't look so angry. Go on. Pack a suitcase with clothes for a week."

"We're going somewhere?"

"We? I'm going to the office. You're going on a boot camp."

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"That's it, baby, gently, very gently only tongue. Ahhhh, yeh."

We were cruising on the freeway in her Mercedes, my head was in her lap and I was following specific instructions on testicle massage with a tongue.

"Now lick all the way up to the top and suck the head like a lollipop. Hmmm. Like that baby. Suck harder, I know you can. Oh yehhh. Now back to my love balls."

I raised my head. "That truck to our left, been awfully close for five minutes now, and for no fucking reason. The road is almost empty."

Jasmine opened the window and gave the driver the bird sign. "Enjoying the show, fat motherfucker?" She shouted. "Now he got something to tell his grandchildren. Go on, who told you to stop, baby? That's it. Ohhhh you're soooo good. Sweet little cock sucker. Now take care of my clit. Gently with the sack."

I raised the huge testicle sack and tried to reach her crevice. It was very inconvenient from my position. Luckily, her huge clitoris was erect and peeping out from her lips. I was able to caress it with the tip of my tongue.

"Ohhhh, baby. You know, I never let anyone touch me there, you're the first one in like ten years."

"Lucky me." My voice came out muffled from between her legs.

"Oh fuck, baby, slower. You don't want us to get into an accident, especially since you don't wear a seat belt." She laughed and dialed her car phone.

"Jess." A baritone voice said from the other side of the line.

"Hi, Nadine. How's the trip?"

"Fucking disaster."

"So soon? Oh, shit. Now go back to cock sucking. That's a good boy."

"What's that?"

"I was just giving Ian instructions."

"Your new pet?"

"Yeh!"

I stopped and looked up at her.

She made the sign of a screw against her temple. "It's nothing, go on."

"Nadine." Jasmine said. "About that Korean lady you've put on ice."

"Time to let her go?"

"Exactly."

I stopped and listened to the conversation, which must have annoyed Jasmine because she pushed my head hard down onto her cock.

"That's one big favor you owe me, I hope he's worth it."

"And add some. Wanna see a picture?"

"Sure?"

I heard the beep of the phone camera before I even had a chance to react.

"The photo is on its way."

"Wait, wait. Wow, that's him playing your flute?"

"That's Ian." Jasmine patted my head as if I was a loved dog.

"Wow, Jess, wow. He is fucking adorable. I know how I want that favor returned."

"No fucking way. I'm not sharing him."

"Jess."

"Nadine, ask for anything else, leave Ian out of the equation. Oh, god. Go back to the clit now, sweetie."

"Deep pocket and short arms, Jess? You know what, I'm not raising a finger till you say yes. The Korean woman stays at the police station."

"You can have my contact man in China you always wanted."

"That and 50 cents will buy you a cup of coffee. I only want him for one night."

I raised my head. "Say yes."

"See, he wants me too. Hi, Ian." Said Nadine.

"Shudup!" Jasmine pushed my head back. "Ok, one hour."

"Fuck it, three hours." "Two, on my terms, Nadine."

"Done!"

"Bye love."

"Bye princess."

"Fucking bitch!" Jasmine screamed as the line went off. "Who asked you to voice your fucking opinion, idiot? You don't know what this bitch... Oh, fuck it Concentrate on giving head, you're doing a lousy job."

I sucked the little clitoris head into my mouth and Jasmine convulsed. Her legs closed around my head and the car slowed as her leg got off the gas.

The truck driver pushed the brakes hard. Probably didn't want to miss the highlights. There was a screech followed by a loud crash.

"Motherfucker."

"What happened?" I raised my head.

"A Mazda just crashed into our peeping-tom." She pushed my head back. "Serves him right."

"Stop. Stop the car."

"What the fuck for?" She pushed my head hard.

"Someone might be injured."

"How the fuck is it our problem?"

"How the fuck is it not? What's wrong with you? I have medic training from the army, I want to help."

"Didn't know you served."

I swept her arm off my head. "Jasmine, stop the car immediately or I'll jump out, I'm dead serious."

"How does getting yourself killed...? Ok. Ok." She said as she saw the look on my face. She slowed down and used the emergency turn to drive back to the accident. I jumped out, Jasmine stayed in the car. "Call an ambulance." I shouted back at her.

A Mazda was half buried under the truck. Inside, an hysterical woman was screaming. The truck driver, dazed, but uninjured, tried to no avail to force open the Mazda's jammed door.

"Break the window, we'll pull her out." I shouted. The glass had a crisscross of fractures but it was otherwise intact.

The guy tried to kick it in and injured his leg. A genius. I ran back to the Mercedes and got out the Wheel Spanner. Once the window was out of the way I shouted. "Calm down, miss, we'll get you out in no time."

To my surprise the screaming stopped.

"I think she fainted." The truck driver said.

I reached into the car and thanked god when the seat belt didn't give me any problem. "She's not breathing, help me pull her out." I shouted.

We both tried to pull her, but the heavyset middle-aged woman was stuck. The wheel went way-back and trapped her against the chair. Black smoke was coming out from the front part, buried under the truck, and I feared any moment now the Mazda would burst in flames. I tried removing the air bag out of the way but that did not help. I tried giving her mouth-to-mouth through the window but failed miserably.

"Fuck." I hit the window with my fist and got glass shrapnel in my palm for my frustration. "We need to push the wheel away from her. I'll push, you'll pull her." We tried that but nothing moved.

"An ox couldn't move her." The truck driver said.

"Move it, fuck face." Jasmine pushed the truck driver out of her way. She reached into the car and slammed her fist against the wheel. Once twice and it broke. She then pulled the chair, lifted what was probably 160 pounds of a woman, out of the window with her left hand, and rested her on the asphalt.

"No pulse, no breathing." I said.

"What?" The truck driver said.

"Shudup, I'm talking to myself. A-airway. Airway clean. Tilt head, open airway." Once I could recite CPR if you would have woken me in the middle of the night, but it had been seven years of programming brain damage since then. "B-Breathing. No breathing." I closed her nose and gave her two breaths. "C-Circulation." I placed my hands on her chest. "One, two, three..." I counted. "Fifteen. Two breaths." Now again. Time went by, I don't know how much, but it seemed like hours when it was actually seconds. I went into a rhythm. Fifteen pushes, mouth to mouth twice. Check for result.

"Good job, man, she got her color back." Someone said. I thought it was the truck driver. I looked up to see a paramedic reaching down. "I'll take it from here."

The three of us watched in silence as the woman was lifted on a stretcher and into an ambulance. Well, Jasmine and I watched the woman. The truck driver ogled the two of us.

"What?" I said.

"What do you mean what?" He sniffed his nose loudly.

"You're dying to ask something. Well, shoot."

"Well, it's... You see, how shall I put this... Oh, what the fuck. Do you two want to go for a threesome?"

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"You didn't have to hit him so hard."

"I know." Jasmine pushed her leg on the gas pedal and zigzagged between two buses. "I wanted to."

"Never saw anyone so big going down so fast."

"All fair in love and war." Jasmine got too close to the back of a lazy Buick and honked. "Right lane is for snails, fucker."

"Actually it's not all fair in love and war, it's a stupid proverb."

"Tell the rest of the care-bears on your planet that I said hi." Jasmine cut sharply to the right, missing the Buick by an inch. "That fucking fat ass truck driver, I know what he was thinking. She's a hermaphrodite, she's desperate, she'll sleep with anyone who is willing to open up his zipper."

"That's not how people think."

"Yeh? Try living in my body for a year. The human race is a bunch of maggots." "I never saw you as a sex object or as someone who is desperate. My first impression of you was of someone very nice. I liked your smile then."

"You're different." She accelerated and swerved at the last moment so we didn't hit a Toyota.

"Why are you so relaxed? Try a little stress for a change."

"Just wait till the world chews you in and spits you out and you'll adopt my life philosophy."

"I think it already did."

Jasmine gave a loud snort. "Clueless! You're such a nerd. I bet if we drive by a Star Wars convention, George Lucas and the rest of the geeks would come out to give you a wave, just out of respect."

"Probably. Anyways, it was a good thing you did back there, reaching inside a burning car and pulling that woman out. Brave. I might even say altruistic."

She snorted again. "Fuck that."

"Yeh, you probably saved that woman's life, and even if you pretend you don't give a fuck, I do." I reached up and kissed her lightly on the cheek.

Jasmine slowed down and turned to look at me. Again, that mix of emotions, which were hard to read, on her beautiful face. Surprise? Hunger? Hope? Something else?

"Fuck!" She squeezed the brakes hard, the wheels screeching on the asphalt, as we almost hit the car in front of us.

"You might still have good in you, for all we know. We might still turn you back from the dark side."

"Luke, Luke. I'm not your father, dummy." She said and we both laughed. "Did we just have a moment there? You and I? Could it be?" She looked at me again.

"Stranger things have happened."

"Yeh, I bet you never dreamed your sex life would include bizarre... well, you know."

"Watch the road and try to not get us killed. That would really ruin my sex life. Who are you dialing now?"

"Shudup and go down on me, again."

"Hello." Came a familiar voice from the other side.

"Hi Sue, this is Jasmine Richardson, Ian's boss." Jasmine grabbed my head with her long arm and pushed me hard down.

"Alright, alright." I whispered and sucked the mushroom head inside.

"Yes, Jasmine, we are in the middle of a crisis right now, my mom-"

"I know all about your mom, Ian told me. Don't worry, I have friends in the ICE management and I took care of everything. Your mom is probably getting free just as we speak."

"What? Are you serious? That's amazing, oh thank god. Miss Richardson I just can't tell you how much... Wow." I heard Sue sobbing on the other side of the line.

'There there, sweetie, it's all right now."

My tongue rubbed the upper side of her cock then shifted down and rubbed the smooth love pole. I felt electric waves of pleasure going from the shaft down to the base of her cock. Jasmine bit her lip hard to avoid moaning.

"I don't have words enough to thank you, Miss Richardson."

"My pleasure, I'm glad I could help. It's Ian I'm currently worried about."

"Me too." Sue shouted to someone on the other end of the line to shut up.

Me three.

"I've sent a doctor to his place - part of our company health insurance. The diagnosis was simple. Your boyfriend suffered a minor nervous breakdown. It my fault for working him so hard and so late. He is a bit delicate."

I massaged the cap and around the corona with my tongue. Jasmine gave a little whimper.

I wormed my way as much as I could down her cock and bottomed out. All the time I kept my lips tight around the shaft and sucked hard.

"Yes, I knew something was wrong, it couldn't have been just a bad case of 'flu."

"Well, it's nothing serious. The doctor said he needs another week of peace and quiet and he'll be back on his feet."

"Thank god."

"So we're sending him off to a weekend in Miami resort, just to recharge his batteries. He'll come back to you, good as new."

I raised my head till only the tip of Jasmine's cock was inside and sucked hard. She convulsed. Her knuckles around the wheel were white. Her words came out of her mouth forced as I kept vacuuming her cock.

"Wow, again I'm speechless. I wish you were my boss."

"Well, it was mostly my fault to begin with. Don't worry for a second, dear. I'll arrange everything with the office."

"I don't know what to say, I... Miss Richardson."

"Call me Jasmine."

I started fucking her cock slit with my tongue.

"Would you do us the honor of coming to my place next week for dinner?"

"That would be lovely, dear. Oh god."

"Sorry."

"Oh god it's hot in here. I said I'd love to come."

"Great, oh, I got mom on the other line. Miss, sorry, Jasmine, again thank you, thank you, thank you, I'm forever in your debt."

Jasmine started spurting into my mouth. "Don't... mention... it, have... a ... lovely... weekend. Oh god."

"You too."

My boss gained her breath back before she answered. "Oh, I'm sure I will, dear. Bye. Bye."

I spit out the sticky substance on the car floor and raised my head. "That moment we just had, you and I." I said. "It's gone now."

"Fuck you."

"Plenty of time for that later." I smiled.

On the radio Alanis sang, "Isn't it ironic, don't you think." And I did.



My Hermaphrodite Boss Pt. 04



"Recession Looming." The unconcerned host with job security tried to look concerned as he blabbered on and on about major cuts in mega software-firms. I was more concerned with the length of Jasmine's cock. She seemed to get aroused by financial news.

We were both relaxing in her built-in Jacuzzi. That is, she was relaxing with a beer, an ice bucket, Shrimps Linguini and hot bubbles.

After she dropped me in her apartment, Jasmine returned to the office only to return four hours later with a smile and renewed energies. She forced me to undress, wear a flower-decorated apron and to serve us both a romantic dinner (which she brought from Marsha's). I got as far as making the table and lighting the scented candles when she jumped me, claiming I was just too hot to resist with my naked butt. She sodomized me then and there, on the kitchen floor.

"Better now?" My head was in her lap as she scrubbed me gently with a sponge.

"Still sore as hell down there. Cold butter does not make a good lubricant."

"I was too hot to go and get the gel. Sorry about that."

"Yeah, right."

"Ok shhh, I'm trying to watch." She kissed my head and continued to scrub my chest. "Anyway it was your fault entirely. You shouldn't stick that cute ass in front of my face, it's a fucking crime."

The Jacuzzi was built inside her roof patio. It had glass walls and a breathtaking view of the city from the fourteenth floor. A small wooden sauna lay to its right and it had a flat screen installed and a Sony audio system that any techno geek would kill for.

"So how are you enjoying boot-camp so far?" Jasmine gave me light peck on the cheek.

"I've already been to one boot-camp. You've seen one you've seen them all."

"I bet USA army boot-camp doesn't have a Jacuzzi with a view and a home theater system."

"No, the army boot-camp Jacuzzi is smaller and it has an old TV set which only shows reruns of 'Sex and the City'."

"The humanity."

"You think I can go home now?"

"Why so eager to leave?" Jasmine pulled my entire body into her lap and circled her arms around me in a loving hug.

"It's past midnight and I'm aching and tired and humiliated. I'd like to go and perform Seppuku in the dignity of my own apartment."

"You didn't fail your Shogun, bunny Samurai. You actually made her very happy tonight."

"Hurray." I said with as little enthusiasm as I could put in it.

"Anyways, you're in Miami for a week, remember? I made the proper arrangements in the office. We got the entire weekend to ourselves, plus every night during the following week.

I shuddered.

"I wish I could take a vacation myself, so we could spend more time together. It's just impossible these days. The quarter is going to be the first one in years with a negative cross-margin. We're doing flip flops and damage control, so I barely have time to take a breath."

Thank the NASDAQ gods for recession.

"I still feel a little stressed. Ready for round two?" Jasmine said.

"No, wait, if you feel stressed out I can give you a body massage."

"Nah, most people don't know how to give proper massage, they lack the skill and stamina. Not that I'm trying to put you off, I do..."

"No, wait, I'm a pro, Jasmine."

"Right, giddy up." She rose.

"Wait, I was a professional masseur for Holmes-Place, that's how I financed myself through university."

"Serious?"

"Dead serious. After the university, I found myself unemployed with a diploma. I worked a full time job for a year as a masseur, nine to five sessions, six days a week. I don't lack the stamina or the skill, I was quite good."

Jasmine laughed and clapped her hands like a little girl. "I hit the jackpot with you, didn't I?"

"I'll arrange some stuff and be right with you, just lay here." I stretched a big towel on the floor. I ran to her bathroom for massage oil and settled for some baby oil instead. Grabbing the scented candles from our 'romantic dinner table' and a pillow from the sofa, I ran back, turned up the Jacuzzi room heat and scanned the radio for some relaxing Jazz music.

"Turn that thing off. There's nothing more annoying than that Sax."

"I hate Jazz too."

Jasmine climbed lazily out of the Jacuzzi and lay on her back. "We have so much in common, you and I."

"Yeah, practically twins. We have nothing in common."

"We both own a cock. Well, I own two, mine and yours. We both love anal sex..." "Except me, I don't like it anymore."

"In that case we're both nerds except me. We're both tall, rich and successful except you. The parallelism is endless, it's like we were meant for each other."

"Roll over, Jasmine."

"See that raging erection, dummy? I can't."

"Right, I'll start here. Lift your legs." I placed the pillow under her knees, warmed the baby oil and started with a basic foot twist.

"That's nice."

"Tell me if this huts." I tried a knuckle twist on the sole of her foot.

"Ouch."

"That's because you wear high heels. Someone your size needs orthopedic shoes, I'll use less force."

"No, no, that's great." She closed her eyes.

"Like that?"

Jasmine purred in response.

I took my time on each foot, going through several forms of foot massage. There is always a chance that with enough heat and body pampering she'll fall asleep and forgo the sex. Jasmine, whose body was usually tense in contrast to her light demeanor, slowly allowed herself to let go. I saw her shoulder muscles relax and her magnificent bosom rising and falling slower with each passing moment. At last, her eyes closed and a tiny smile, one of true contentment, spread across her luscious lips. Then I allowed myself to remove the pillow and started working slowly on her thigh.

"Did I die and go to heaven?" Jasmine purred.

That's defiantly one place you're not going to visit.

She rose and tried to pull me over to herself. I saw she was getting excited

"Told you I was good. Wait, I have barely begun." I pushed her back.

"Hmmm... I'm becoming addicted to you." She closed her eyes again. "Where were you my entire life?"

Happy and content?

Jasmine flipped on her stomach. "Now do my shoulders and neck."

"Ok, I'll start with the Trapezius muscles." I said.

"Sure, the Trapezius is the best."

"Don't laugh. I'm always talking to myself when I want to remember a procedure."

"When your programmer can't think without moving his lips, it's time to worry." Jasmine grabbed the remote and switched the screen to her own computer network. She surfed the explorer to a favorite site. "Think you could learn this procedure? Cause you won't be able to move your lips much."

"Tarkus deep throating extravaganza, Step-by-Step instructions for learning how to deep throat." The picture showed a woman whose face was mashed against some guy's pubic hair. She looked very happy, the guy did too. "You want me to learn... that?"   "They told me you were a bright one."

"You got to be fucking kidding me." I said.

"I'm too tired to think so pretend I gave you a witty and scornful answer." Jasmine said in a sleepy voice. "Imagine yourself outwitted and scorned. By and by, the Trapezius are waiting."

"Oh, oh. Sorry." I placed my hands at her upper shoulders and started squeezing. Her muscles rippled beneath my touch and I couldn't but admire the power I felt stored in them. "I'll increase pressure gradually, tell me if this becomes uncomfortable at any point."

"Mmmm... this is sooo good. Were have you been when we discussed the details of our relationship? We agreed that nothing is too gross or difficult."

"But you're asking for the impossible. Obviously the guy who wrote this 'Ten easy steps to happy throat molesting' never saw the equipment you're packing." I said.

"All you need is a little practice. As chance would have it, I own a large collection of rubber penis-like toys called dildos. Start small, and ohhh, that's, wow. Grrrrr... You're good."

"Told you so." I placed the pillow under her neck and started rotating my fingers in small circles from the neck slowly down to the top of her shoulders.

"That's half an orgasm." Jasmine closed her eyes and let her shoulders drop. She lazily reached out and started playing with my cock. "What you need is an incentive. How about a nice bonus? I'll buy you the same Sony sound system I have here. Would that make things slide down more easily?"

"Forget it, Jasmine, I won't do it." I said.

She clenched her fist around my cock. "Every man has a price."

"Well, mine is too steep for you."

"How bout that friend of yours, Peeping Frog Face?" Jasmine said

"I don't have a friend by that name." I said.

"Flabby tummy, sits near your cubicle, moon faced, eye level always below my neck line."

I went down her shoulders, neck and into her upper back. "That would be Jim, he's harmless."

"Useless, you mean. He's getting the ax by the end of this month."

I stopped massaging. "Jim? Why?" I cried.

"He's sleeping on the job."

"No he's not."

"Ok, he's not sleeping, he just ain't awake a lot. When he does it's for Facebook chatting or internet surfing."

"Shit. Jasmine, the guy has new twins." I leaned so I was level with her face. "No wonder he's a little tired. He got a mortgage and a family of five to provide for, you cannot do this. All he needs is a little shake."

"All I need is a little deep-throating."

"Come on."

"A deep throat and I'm happy, Peeping Frog Face keeps his job, you're happy, the twins are happy, everyone is happy. I'm ok, you're ok "

"I'm ok, you're obviously not." I said.

"Did I tell you to stop the massage?"

"We'll start with some palm circling then some muscle lifting."

"Whatever."

I wormed more oil and placed my palms on her upper back, one palm above the other. "Do you ever try to get your way with people without extortion?"

"I do what it takes to get what I need."

"No fear? No inhibitions? No regrets?" I started painting small circles on her upper back, using my body weight to press on her tense muscles.

"Regrets are for losers like yourself."

"I adore the delicate way you voice your opinion of people. So much finesse and good taste. Criticizing without insulting."

"Look around you, Ian. That's how winners are supposed to live. That's why I'm on my stomach and you are rubbing my back instead of the other way around."

"There's nothing wrong with the way I live."

"Yeah, right."

"Wait a minute. I won't let you get me down this time." I applied more pressure on her back but Jasmine just moaned. "I have a sought degree from a respected university. At twenty-nine, I'm a successful software project manager. I live well and earn well and I've got a stunningly beautiful girlfriend. I don't feel like a loser."

"Why aren't you living together? You've been a couple for more than two years." Jasmine grabbed my cock again.

"Sue's parents are old generation, they would frown upon such behavior."

"That's what she's been telling you."

"It's the truth."

"Yeah, so how come she took a two week vacation with you to Hawaii last summer? That was OK with her parents all of a sudden?" Jasmine poured some baby oil on her palm and stared playing with my penis cap, massaging it between forefinger and thumb. "How is the sex between you two?"

"Just because you visited my ass doesn't mean you can penetrate my private life as well."

"That's a real put down, when you whine like this. I guess the sex sucks like the rest of this relationship."

"It's fucking great. We have great sex, OK! Oh, fuck." I grasped as she massaged with more intensity. "The sex is great."

"How many times did she gave as much as she got? How many presents did you get in two years? Two fucking weeks you've been supposed to be ill at home, how many visits did you get?"

"She..." I gasped. "Don't own a car."

"Wow. All together now, l-o-s-e-r."

"Relationship is not ...." My cock in Jasmine's hand was on fire. "It's not about give and take. You give as much as you're willing to and expect nothing in return."

"You're not a care-bear, you're fucking Mamma Theresa." Jasmine laughed. "Ok Mr. Relationship, how many times has your extremely egoistic girlfriend done this?" Jasmine turned around on her stomach and faced me. She grabbed my ass cheeks and before I knew what was happening my already stiff cock was in her mouth. I was given head a few times in my life, but this was something else. I felt her tongue all over my aching cock. She massaged me with her lips and knew exactly where to push and when to let go. Her teeth gently sunk in various points, causing my blood to boil. My cock jumped in her mouth each time she took a bite. She started sucking on the head until I felt ready to burst. Then she raised her head and laughed.

I lay slowly on my back, panting, aching for relief. My hand rose to finish the job but she slapped my wrist.

"Don't! I'm not your fabulous girlfriend, I'm just extending the pleasure." She kissed the cap of my cock gently. Seeing those amazing lips on my own cock almost made me shoot in the air. Her tongue slithered forward and she licked my slit and the shiny pearls of pre-cum that glistened there.

"You even taste good." Jasmine said.

I closed my eyes and moaned.

"Don't, I want you to see."

Jasmine took the remains of an ice cube from the ice bucket and planted it between her lips. She placed her mouth on the top of my cock.

I gasped, this time from the cold.

Jasmine ran the ice cube through the length of my cock, up and down. Around the corona and down the slide of my shaft to my balls. Then she rose and slithered her oily body across mine so we were face to face. Her lips touched mine and I opened up to receive them. She held on the ice cube and I sucked on it slowly.

She rose again and stared at me, mouth closed.

I was panting and dizzy. I rose to find her lips again but she pushed me back. Jasmine started kissing my neck, slow bites. My shoulders, my chest, my tits, my naval. She stopped when she got back to my cock and exhaled softly on the now cooled flesh.

"Oh my fucking, god." I gasped.

"Do you want it?" She said.

I closed my eyes.

"It's ok, you don't have to cheat on your fabulous girlfriend this time, the choice is yours. We can go back to tending my needs."

My heart was beating so fast I was almost deaf due to the blood rushing in my ears.

"Hesitating?" Jasmine extended her long tongue and started caressing my shaft.

"Oh god."

She raised her head. "I'm stopping. You'll have to say it out loud."

God, Sue, forgive me, this is beyond the ability of mortal man. "Please, Jasmine, suck my cock."

"You want it?"

"Like nothing I wanted before. Please."

"With pleasure." Jasmine started kissing the shaft, slowly from top to bottom. Activating nerves that were never stimulated before, commanding them to send new electric signals to my brain. They were chanting like a synchronized chorus -- "you're in heaven". I wanted her to keep going forever.

"Ready?"

I whimpered in response.

Jasmine placed her hot lips on my cap and started slithering down. This time she didn't bottom out but kept going. I felt my cock slide past her throat ring and down into the loving pressure of her neck. She kept going until her lips touched my pubic hair.

My cock is almost six inches long. It's nothing to write home about, but nothing to be ashamed of, either. Its entire length disappeared down my boss' gullet, and she kept going. In front of my amazed eyes her lips opened, and like a snake trying to take in a prey too big for its maw, they circled my balls and drew them inside.

The feeling was nothing I have experienced before. As if someone placed my throbbing cock inside a pressure sleeve. Her wonderful lips stretched around me looked so sexy I was ready to burst. Then she started humming.

I think it was Tom Waits 'Waltzing Matilda', I'm not really sure. Small vibrations all around my shaft ascended me to heights of pleasure I've never dreamed could exist.

"Oh, Jasmine. I can't."

She changed the tune. I think it was "Black Eyed Peas" Barack Obama's "Yes We Can!", but again, I was so high in the sky, I can't be sure.

I started rotating my pelvis, sending my cock deeper inside her throat. In and out I fucked her throat and she took it all.

"Oh, Oh, Oh, Ahhhhhh."

Jasmine rose until only the head was in her mouth and sucked hard.

"Ahhh, Ahhhh." Never before have I come so strongly. I felt every nerve as my white milk rose from the base of my cock and exploded inside her loving mouth.

She kept me a long in her mouth after I finished. Then she pulled my softening cock out and kissed it. There was not a single cum drop anywhere to be seen.

"Yummy." Jasmine licked her lips and smiled. "Take five and then my back again." She lay down on the towel.

I lay there grasping, looking at the stars through the Jacuzzi's glass ceiling. It seemed like the universe was giggling.

Why every time after we have sex do I feel bad with myself? I didn't say it out loud because that would have made me the greatest hypocrite to have walked the planet.

Instead, I rose and started rubbing her muscles again.

"Please sit on my back. I want to feel you when you do it this time."

I placed my legs on both sides of her and tried to put as much weight on my thighs while still keeping contact. "Did we...? Did you...?"

"What?"

"Did you do what you just did, just to prove a point?"

"You're a fucking idiot, Ian. Sometimes I really hate you, you know."

"I'm sorry."

"Only losers apologize."

"Sometimes I apologize when I hurt someone, even if I don't understand really why she's hurt."

Jasmine didn't answer for a change. She lay there in silence while I kneaded her muscles. I felt even worse with myself. Instead of analyzing, I emptied my mind and concentrated on giving my boss, the best massage I could.

Time turned to wax between my fingers. I became an automatic machine, my muscles and hands followed the steps of a dance I thought I'd forgotten. Beneath me, Jasmine was oddly quiet. I felt her strong back muscles slowly loosening as she gave herself completely. The heat, the scented candles, and the stars, gave the Jacuzzi room a dream like quality.

At some point, the silence became depressing. "My dad taught me how to do a proper massage." I started what I hoped was an idle conversation on a safe subject. "I know it's a funny thing for a father to teach his son but it made my life easier."

"He was a masseur?" Jasmine said in a dreamy voice. It was obvious she was close to falling asleep.

"He was a lot of things. A salesperson, shop owner, garage manager, masseur, fisherman. He couldn't keep a job for too long. My mom said he had a problem with authority, but I think he was just bored with doing the same thing. You'd probably call him a loser."

"No I won't. Sounds like a man who devours life." She said.

"Yeah, that's him. He used to take me on his fishing boat some nights. I miss that."

"He doesn't any more?"

"He died of cancer three years ago."

"Oh." She said and was silent again. I didn't want to pick it from there, so I sunk back into my private world once again.

"My dad used to call me, 'it'." Jasmine suddenly said.

"Sorry, what?"

"It. Just it. You have four beautiful children, Mr. Richardson, and an 'it'."

"I... I don't understand."

"What's to understand? Four normal children. Two doctors, one lawyer and a successful model with a millionaire for a husband. Then 'it' is born. How do you deal with something that you'd wish didn't exist? You don't call it by name."

"How then?" I said in a small voice.

"You don't call it at all. Take it to the doctor. Did it wet its bed again? Did it spill its food again? Did it eat? It, It, It."

I didn't have anything to say, so I kept my mouth shut.




My Hermaphrodite Boss Pt. 04



"When I was twelve I took a hammer and smashed his beloved Porsche. He called me a fucking freak. That was delicious." She said.

I hoped she would continue but she didn't. She kept lying there in complete silence and I kept massaging her till my arms ached. It was over an hour since we started. Her breath was now shallow and her eyes closed.

I touched her face and felt wetness on her cheek.

She startled.

"You fell asleep." I said. "You'll catch a cold here, let's go to bed."

She looked at me bleary eyed. "I wasn't crying."

"It's ok, you're under a lot of pressure and that's sometimes happens during a massage."

"Shut the fuck up."

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That night I dreamed of the child 'it'. She had a raven black hair that covered her face, like that scary kid in "The Ring" movie. She drove a truck and ran over a fat truck driver in a red Porsche. I was also there, driving in a car that caught fire. I tried to get out but the doors were jammed and the windows didn't open. I started banging on the door, calling for help. Someone knocked on the window from the outside. It was Sue, my girlfriend. She looked at me with her sad and beautiful black eyes.

"Get me out!" I screamed.

She pressed her face to the window and said. "Why did you cheat on me, Ian?"

The child 'it' was dancing on the wreckage of the red Porsche.

"You're such a nerd, Ian."

"What?"

I woke up with a start. My body felt hot and uncomfortably wet. Jasmine in all her glory snuggled close to me, an arm and a leg around me and her beautiful face inches from mine. She was snoring lightly and I could feel her soft breath caressing my mouth and cheeks. I tried to close my eyes and force myself to a much-needed sleep but my brain was an angry hive of images from the past day. I lay there naked and pondered the cruelty and obtuseness of people. I thought of a child called 'It' and how unfair the universe is to dump on my shoulders another man's crap.

I closed the gap between our lips and gave Jasmine the lightest kiss on her beautiful lips. She smiled in her sleep and mumbled incoherent words. I fell asleep immediately after that and dreamt I was in a fishing boat with my dad. He was trying to tell me something but for the life of me, I could not remember what it was.

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When I woke up next it must have been past nine and my stomach reminded me I hadn't had anything to eat the day before. Jasmine was still snoring and I gently lifted her arm and leg. I put on my pants and went to her kitchen. The fridge had beers, some frozen meal that looked ancient, a jar of something that was once a jam but had now evolved into a higher life form, and nothing else. The lady must be living on takeaways and restaurants.

I went down with a door remote. The door attendant, who already knew me, nodded his head and I asked him for a reasonable place to get what I need. Hour and a half later after a visit to Kmart I was standing in the kitchen and furiously chopping a huge cucumber when Jasmine decided to show up wearing a black baby-doll that looked like a strapless evening dress.

She rubbed her fist in her eye socket. "Where the fuck have you been to?"

"Top of the morning to you too." I said.

"Morning?"

"Early noon, it's half past eleven."

"Fuck I never sleep past six thirty."

"Maybe you needed it? And as to your question, I've bought us breakfast which I'm making right now." I finished attacking the cucumber and started molesting a green onion.

"What for? I could order pizza or something."

"In my family there's a saying, you are what you eat."

"Must have fed you lots of nerd stuff, huh?"

"Cute, if you don't like it we can always go for pizza."

"What's that stuff?"

"Yogurt, my mom's side is half Mongolian, we're big on yogurt."

Jasmine raised the bottle of yogurt to her lips and took a healthy swallow. She gave a deep breath and burped a little. "Nice."

"Well, you could drink it like that, but that's white bread for you. I can make exquisite delicacies out of it, you'll be amazed."

"What's that?"

"Fresh tomatoes, sliced. Fresh basil leaves, feta cheese and some olive oil. It's basic, but it's great. You take the toasted bread with olive oil and garlic and—"

"The what? I don't think I even have a toaster."

"You do, but I used the oven. I think it had a heart attack due to actually being used for baking. Anyway, put the cheese, basil and tomato, like this, try it." Jasmine lowered her head to my stretched arm and ate the bread slowly right out of my palm. When her lips hit the cheese, she closed her eyes and moaned.

"Hmmm, half an orgasm."

"What happened to the other half?"

She finished the rest in one bite and licked the crumbs off my fingers. "Ian, Ian, what the hell am I gonna do with you?"

"What did I do wrong now?"

"Nothing. I think I overslept because of the massage. I always have neck cramps in the morning, but today... Jasmine stretched her neck and rotated her head from side to side. "You're good."

I tried what I hoped was a modest smile. "There's more." I said.

Jasmine closed the gap between us and gave me a love bite on the neck from behind. "What's more?" She said.

"I meant food."

"Really?" She kissed the other side of my neck. The baby doll dress looked like a small tent in the area of her crotch.

"There's the Stuffed Portobello Mushrooms."

"Tell me all about the Stuffed Portobello Mushrooms." She placed her lips on the back of my neck started trailing soft kisses down into each shoulder.

"Well, they're mushrooms."

"Aha." Jasmine started unbuttoning my shirt from behind.

"And they're stuffed."

"Aha." She unfastened my belt clasp, pulled it and raised my belt in the air like a trophy.

"Because I stuffed them."

"I wanna stuff you." She raised my shirt above my head and threw it.

"Maybe breakfast first?"

"I'm really, really hungry." Jasmine started placing soft kisses on my back.

"The mushrooms should be eaten while they're hot."

"I'm really, really hot right now." She placed her arms on my hips and raised me onto the counter top. She removed my shoes and socks and then pulled hard till my jeans went down.

I felt my skin tingle where her lips had been. "Jasmine, wait."

Jasmine hugged me so tight I felt a bone move. "I can't." She caressed my face and leaned closer, her luscious lips centimeters from mine, almost touching. She blew soft wind on my lips. "I'm crazy about you," she said.

"I have a girlfriend." My voice didn't sound convincing to my ears.

"She's not here, I am."

"It's just sex between us. Pure business."

"Woke up and smelled the yogurt? What else did you think it was, little bunny?"

"I'm glad that's clear. I... You see it's just..."

"Just what?" Jasmine lips traveled across my face, jumped from the lips, climbed through the nose bridge, crossed the forehead and u-turned when they reached the hairline. She kept always a centimeter away, never touching. I could feel her hot breath and the pleasant smell of the yogurt caressing me. I burned to be kissed.

"You're not bigger than life like you want everyone to think. You can get hurt too." I said.

"Who will hurt me, little bunny?" She whispered in my ear.

"You're not superwoman, you know."

"Then what am I?" She whispered in my other ear.

Very lonesome. But I didn't say it out loud.

"If you're little bunny, then who am I?"

"My boss." I whispered and touched her lips with mine.

The world exploded, well, we did. She responded with ferociousness that would have shamed a wolverine. Our lips collided and fireworks bloomed. I never wanted anything as I wanted her soft mouth upon mine, to feel that soft breath caressing me from inside. I think I've broken several personal records.

Jasmine broke contact first. Her visage was primal lust, utter beauty. God forgive me but I'm certain that the same look was mirrored on my face.

She lunged again.

Maybe eternity went by, probably less, but next, she pulled me from the counter and spun me around with my back towards her. Her hands were anxious on my body. She snarled and ripped off my boxers, and then she lifted the baby doll dress and set free the caged cobra.

"Wait! What about the gel?" I shouted.

"Fuck." Jasmine looked around. "Let me show you my favorite dish, Sausage in a Bun Ala Olio." She tilted the small bottle of olive oil, allowing the green golden fluid to cover her raging erection Her arms slid around the front of me under my wide spread thighs, pulling them hard apart, she lifted my ass towards her and bent her knees until her cock was aligned with my opening. I felt her bulbous mushroom head knocking lightly on my exposed anal door. Her frame tensed and her muscles rippled.

There was no slow entrance this time. She gave a mighty heave, lifting me in the air and embedding her cock inside my anal tunnel. My hands held the counter top but my head went forward strait into the hot baking dish of stuffed mushrooms.

"Auwwwww." I cried.

"Shhh, babe, mommy is here."

My feet dangled a few centimeters above the kitchen floor. I was air bound. "The fucking Stuffed Portobello Mushrooms are in my face."

"Sorry... love." She gasped. "Hold still, I don't want to shoot yet. Did I tell you your ass was amazing?"

"Several times, I'm considering adding that to my resume."

"Didn't lose your sense of humor, I guess it doesn't hurt anymore."

"No, just feels like someone opened up a bowling ally inside my ass."

"Good." Jasmine stepped forward, impaling me further. I could feel the pressure sliding deeper and deeper. She placed her hands on my cock and balls and squeezed lightly.

"You like it when mommy is deep in your ass?"

"Well, let me think..."

"Rhetorical question, dummy. You're so sweet, like a lollipop on my dick. A few more inches and I'll be all the way in."

"If you're ever in the neighborhood, don't be a stranger."

"Nearly there, baby." She grunted and gave another heave that lifted me in the air and then I felt scant pubic hair tickling my butt. "I'm all the way in, little bunny. Feel it?"

"You're kidding, right?"

"Nothing more left to squeeze into your beautiful ass."

"Thank god for that." I breathed hard. The enormous cock stretched my butt around the oil slicked shaft. My hole had never been that big. I could not move. My legs dangled helplessly above the ground. With each heavy breath she took, I felt the blood rushing into her cock and my anus stretching to accommodate the swelling invader.

Jasmine begun with little thrusts. My entire frame rose up and down with her cock, my hands on the counter top supported the upper part of my body. She embedded herself inside me, so deep and hard, my anus fused with her pulsing member.

Jasmine poured more olive oil on her shaft and massaged my stretched opening.

"Squeeze that ass for mommy, little bunny."

I squeezed like I had the day before and she moaned. She tried to back away but I was wedged too tight.

Jasmine pinched my bottom and kissed my neck.

"That's sexy as hell, baby."

"That's uncomfortable."

"I'm comfortable. You're light as a feather, tight as a glove. Let me see those stuffed mushrooms."

"Now?"

"Aha. Told you I'm hungry."

"Now?"

She took a small plastic plate and placed it on my bare back. "Don't move."

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"Experimenting, just flow with me."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Next, Jasmine took the hot baking dish and scooped some mushrooms onto the plate. "I'm trying to combine two favorites, anal sex and good food."

"You're mentally ill."

"Opinions are like assholes.... No wait, I like your asshole. Mark that one out. Opinions are nothing like assholes."

"You might want to consider a more balanced drug abuse."

"You're cheeky." She slapped my bottom. I tensed and the small plate flew off my back. "Fuck, now see what you've done. Little bodies of slain stuffed mushroom all over the kitchen floor. The sight is dismal."

"Sorry."

She placed one mushroom in her mouth right from the dish. "Wow, that's excellent. Where did you learn to cook?"

"Jasmine, please, I'm losing feeling in my lower arms and in my ass. That can't be good."

"Ok, Ok, fun spoiler. I wanted to keep you like this all day." She placed her hands on my butt and pushed me away. There was a loud pop, like a cork from a champagne bottle and she was out. "Go get the gel, this is no good."

I ran to the bedroom before she'd have a change of heart or another crazy idea. When I was back Jasmine was enjoying a late breakfast. I sat down opposite t her and took a mushroom from her plate. She slapped my wrist.

"Mine, they're all mine."

"Beats pizza, huh?"

"You didn't... You didn't have to do it. Breakfast, I mean." She took a mushroom from her plate and placed it in my mouth.

"No biggy. I'm used to making three meals a day for three little brothers. Mom always worked hard and dad was away for weeks at a time."

"Still you didn't have to." She said in a quiet voice.

"That was the closest thing to 'Thank you' I've ever heard you say."

"Don't let it go to your head." Jasmine stopped eating and stared at me.

"What?"

"You didn't by chance start searching for leverage, because that would be what I would be doing in your place."

"Wouldn't know where to start. That's terra incognita for me, all of this is."

"You don't hate me?" Jasmine had that strange childish look on her face.

I munched another piece of toasted bread with goat cheese and a tomato to avoid answering.

"You don't. Though god knows I gave you enough reasons to." She said.

"I'm not a hater kind of guy. I have a short memory."

"You're different."

I shrugged my shoulders.

"Come here."

I sighed.

"Leave the gel alone, I just wanna feel you, that's all." She spread her thighs and motioned me to sit between them. "Aha, like I said, combining two favorites, good meal and you." She hugged me tight and kissed my neck from behind. "How much did it all cost? I'll pay you."

"My dad said the day I share the cost of a meal with a woman he'd hang me by my ears to dry with the rest of the laundry."

"Smart man your dad, there's no turn off like a guy being cheap." She started nibbling my ear.

"What are your plans for today?"

"Well, late morning sex with Ian, obviously." She took a mock bite of my shoulder. "Then I'm planning on noon sex with Ian." She raised her thighs and placed them on my own. "Then in the afternoon there will be a sweaty sex session with Ian." She squeezed my nipples and gave me a love bite on my shoulder. "Then in the evening there is Jacuzzi, hot massage and some sex, you'll never guess with whom."

"Ahmadinejad?"

"Guess again."

"Hanna Montana?"

"Nope." She started playing with my hair.

"Don't you ever go out or just watch TV?"

"I love Squawk Box. We can watch Joe Kernen while I have sex with Ian. "

"No. I mean real shows, just for fun. Like Scrubs or Dexter, or even Jack what's his name saves the universe yet again."

"Doesn't sound familiar." Jasmine started licking my back.

"Do you have any hobbies? I mean, other than sex."

"I work a lot."

"Oh dear. Other than working, isn't there something you used to like, something you were good at? At school?"

"I didn't go to school. My parents brought the teachers home."

"Oh."

Jasmine smeared some goat cheese on my back with a knife.

"Hey, that's cold."

She started licking the cheese, sliding methodically up and down using her soft tongue, giving a new meaning to "Dog's Breakfast". "When I was young, we lived in Mumbai for twelve years. I used to play chess a lot against my Indian nanny."

"Great, we'll try chess, though I hope you're not a sour loser, I was the head of my school chess team."

"Oh lord, there is no limit to your geekiness. Ok, we'll play some chess." She rose. "I'll be the queen, you'll be the queen's hot software expert." She took the gel. "Carpe diem."

"Right."

"Not for you." Jasmine pressed the gel to her rear entrance and squeezed the tube. She shoved aside the breakfast dishes and stretched her magnificent body on the round kitchen table. She lay on her belly, her head resting in her arms. "Go on, sir debug a lot, your queen needs you."

"You're kidding?"

Jasmine grabbed her own buttocks with both hands and spread them apart. The pink rose of her anal ring winked at me.

I didn't need a second invitation. I climbed a chair and took a moment to adore those twin white globes, round and symmetrical, an epitome of feminine erotic beauty. I lay on top of her and the poor table cried for help.

"Hmmmm, I love feeling your body on mine."

With frantic movements, I pressed the head of my yeaning cock to her butt opening. It went in easily. Her anal lips engulfed me without struggle, like they were waiting for a long lost love to suck in. I thrust and went all the way in.

"Touchdown." Jasmine clenched her butt. "Wow, that feels good."

I can't tell you how it felt, because I'm afraid I'd belittle the experience. I just lay there panting. My cock buried deep inside my boss' bowels, my head somewhere in the clouds.

I kissed her back. My arms slid under her body and cupped her melons.

"Having fun?" She asked.

"Oh god."

"Beats chess or any stupid TV show?"

I started thrusting inside her. It wasn't like anything I'd experienced before. My cock slithered easily through her tight tunnel. Each time I went in she moaned and raised her ass to meet my thrust. I tried kissing her cheek but I wasn't tall enough so I settled on her powerful back instead.

"God, baby, that's glorious." She moaned.

My cock went out of her butt and in my anxiousness, almost slithered into the wrong hole.

"Careful, babe, you don't want to bake a Hermaphrodite bun in the oven."

The table squeaked beneath our weight, with each thrust. I started pounding faster. Soon the kitchen was full of rhythmic music. The slap, slap, slap of my balls hitting Jasmine's vagina followed by the squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak of the table, and the "Ah, Ah, Ah," from Jasmine.

My arm snaked between her muscled legs and started fiddling with her love slit. Soon enough I found the handle, her large clitoris that was sticking out. It was huge, the size of my pinky toe. I rubbed it gently between forefinger and thumb and got a scream of delight from my partner. She bucked and almost threw me off her back.

"God, baby, do that again, be gentler."

I caressed the hot knob again, using the lightest touch.

"Oh." Jasmine hand squirmed and grabbed the table edge. "That's it, baby, you nailed it."

My finger went on caressing her love knob. Each time I touched it, I felt ripples spreading through her body and inside the tight hole. Her sphincter around my shaft opened and closed, sending me to new heights.

"What about my ass? It's so typical of a man to be unable to perform more than a single task at one time."

I gasped. It took some synchronizing but finally I've managed both clitoris rubbing and slow thrusting. Jasmine, beneath me, moaned. Her left hand clutched the table edge so tight that her knuckles became white. Her right arm thrashed helplessly, trying to get a hold and sending baked bread with garlic and Stuffed Portobello Mushroom flying.

"God, the table hurts my dick, I got to turn."

I pulled out and she turned on her back. He massive cock rose in the air like the flag of my triumph. She pulled her legs into her stomach and pulled me quickly into her. I tried to get my position aligned but she snarled, grabbed my cock and half dragged me into her rear entrance.

I started pounding her magnificent ass again. In this position, face to face it was much easier to rub her clit and I managed a satisfying fast tempo with both tasks.

"God, you're killing me." Jasmine eyes were wide open, staring at me. Her brow was pouring sweat and she was biting hard on her lower lip. She placed her hands on my buttocks. With each thrust she pulled me even deeper and harder. I felt her stomach clench, she flexed her body and rose. Her lips sought mine. The kiss went right from my lips to the spear point head of my cock, I swear.




My Hermaphrodite Boss Pt. 04



"Oh god." Jasmine started convulsing beneath me. Her ass clenched around my cock Her powerful legs kicked, sending one bottle of yogurt smashing into the wall. Her breath came out in short hisses and her face contorted with pleasure. Soon enough she slapped my wrist away from her clit. Soon afterwards, her huge cock sent a long stream of white liquid into the air. It flew in a wide arc above her head and stuck to the refrigerator door. Another spurt of sperm followed, then another and another.

Jasmine screamed something unintelligible and sent the last stream way up into the kitchen chandelier.

She lay beneath me panting hard and I waited for her, my cock buried in the heaven of her ass.

It took her a minute or so to gain her breath back. She smiled at me with those penetrating green eyes of her. "Two orgasms, one after the other. Your turn, baby."

I started pounding her again.

"Slower, sweetie, you want this to last."

I took a deep breath. "You're the first woman who ever told me to go slow after she came."

She reached out and caressed my face. "How does it feel inside me?"

I closed my eyes and moaned.

"That's all I need to know. Fuck me, babe, pound me, drill me."

I didn't need encouragement. I drilled her beautiful ass for more than twenty minutes. A record for me. Each time I was on the verge of shooting Jasmine pushed me off her and waited until I regained my composure. It was a slow torture, it was heavenly. By the third time she pulled me out, her cock was stiff again.

I lay panting beside her, waiting to cool down before I'll enter her again. She caressed my chest and nibbled my neck.

"You came. I didn't even touch your penis." I said between intakes of air.

"I have a prostate, just like you, dummy."

A minute later I was in her again, thrusting hard. This time my hand was on her massive cock, masturbating it to the tempo of my penetrations.

Jasmine moaned and writhed beneath me. Her brow knitted in concentration and soon enough she started shooting a second time. She gave a short scream, grabbed my buttocks and rammed me hard inside her.

It was just too much for me. Waves of electricity flew through my body and fireworks exploded in my head. I thrust faster inside her ass. My balls tightened and pulled up into my body.

I shot once.

The table at that moment decided it had had enough. One of its metal legs folded beneath it and it tilted to the side until it hit the wall. Then the remaining legs folded and we landed with a loud crash on the black and white chessboard decorated tiles.

I rose up immediately. Jasmine was still on her back, moaning.

"Are you ok?" I shouted. "Jasmine, are you ok?"

She opened one eye and looked around.

"Anything broken?" I went down between the debris of our once glorious breakfast and started checking her body.

Jasmine stared amazed at her kitchen that just an hour ago could have decorated the front page of any foppish high-class home magazine. She looked at the puddles of yogurt, the squashed tomatoes, the olive oil stains, the smears of white goat cheese, the ruined mushrooms and the broken dishes.

A heavy drop of sperm fell down from the chandelier onto her stomach. Jasmine grabbed my wrist and pulled me onto her for a long loving kiss. She let go and stared into my eyes "What's for lunch?"



My Hermaphrodite Boss Pt. 05a



"To start, you want to be as relaxed as possible." Said the first step to deep throating in "Tarkus deep throating extravaganza" site.

Easy for you to say. I was in Jasmine's huge bathroom, staring at my troubled image in the mirror with a small black dildo in my hand. 

"Now that you know what you're pushing it into."

I guess some people tried to push it up their nose.

"Open your mouth."

Choo-choo train. 

"And slowly slide the dildo in as far as you can without gagging."

If I'll add this picture to my Facebook profile, I bet I'll become very popular.

"Hold it there and breathe normally, until you're comfortable with it this deeply in your mouth."

I look like... I look like... Well, there is no good analogy here. I look like a man with a black rubber penis sticking out of his mouth.

"Prior to starting, be sure that the dildo is thoroughly lubricated. THIS CANNOT BE OVEREMPHASIZED! Strangely, an excellent lubricant is the makeup remover Albolene."

A mystery fit for an X-Files episode. That's strange? How about sticking a dildo down your throat?

"Now tilt your head back, as much as you can and slide it slowly back in until you feel the gag reflex, pull it back out a little." 

Jimmy, oh Jimmy. If you only knew what I suffer, so your fat ass could keep doing nothing.

It was a short experience.

Mark Twain once said, 'A man who carries a cat by the tail learns something he can learn in no other way'. I stared at the parts of my chewed dinner that decorated the sink, the mirror and the cupboard. I checked the manual I printed from "Tarkus deep throating extravaganza", nothing there about preparing a mop and a bucket. 

Oh well, at least I know my gag reflex works.

"Honey, I'm home." Jasmine's throaty voice came from the living room just as I finished eliminating the last evidence of my little experiment. I went out in time to see her taking off a pair of low orthopedic shoes, I bought her on Monday, and tucking them away while putting on a high-heeled pair. 

"Aha! Caught red legged."

She jumped two feet in the air. "Fuck, I forgot to switch in the elevator."

"You better return them to the bag lady you stole them from, Ian." I imitated Jasmine's voice.

"They're just so damn comfortable. Ok, ok. You were right and I was wrong." 

"That's it? I thought you'd try to wiggle a bit more, it takes the edge of winning when you simply surrender."

"You want that in writing?" She slapped my butt and kissed me. "You ok? You look pale." Jasmine kicked off her shoes. 

"I guess I shouldn't have eaten that second slice of pizza." 

"New episode or do you wish another chess game humiliation, Mr. I've been head of the chess team?" 

"Let's give chess a rest tonight, you're a sour winner." I sat down on the sofa and Jasmine stretched her long body beside me, placing her head on my knees. I started massaging her temples. She gave a contended sigh, then kissed my belly before surrendering to my hands. 

"Life is good." She said and reached for the remote. The familiar opening music played and a smile stretched on her beautiful face as the Sacred Heart hospital corridor lit up showing the tall man leaning on a mop. "I'm beginning to like the janitor."

"He's evil. He's for JD what recession is for commerce." I fished out a lame analogy from the only world Jasmine knew. 

"He's not evil, he's just misunderstood." 

It was Wednesday night and Jasmine had a new addiction for Dr. Cox, JD, Turk and the rest of the 'Scrubs' gang. We were half way through season one and she called me twice today, during work, to make sure season two was already downloading. 

She sighed. "People start noticing something is going on. I always come late nowadays."

"You should cut down on morning quickies. They're not so quick if you keep doing them one after the other." 

Jasmine closed her eyes and smiled, recalling a pleasant incident. "I'll need a rehabilitation center to get over you. When I worked in the east coast office, I never went home before eight o'clock. Perkins even felt bold enough today to ask me if I have someone new in my life. Bad move for him, but still."

"Perkins the CFO or Perkins from IT?"

"The one with the hand on the money tap." 

"Please say you didn't hit him too hard."

"What do you take me for? I didn't lay a finger on the nose butting prick."

"Good, that's good."

"Though, his jeep needs four new tyres and a paint job." 

"I wish I'd known you in high-school, the time I had my very own personal bully. Steve Clark, Greasy Steve. I hated his guts."

Jasmine licked her upper lip. "I wish you did."

"On second thoughts..." 

"Now I won't be able to stop thinking of you in jeans, Chuck Taylor and some geeky T-shirt. Yummy." 

"So you're also a pedophile on top of other moral deformities. You know why I've enlisted right after school?"

"You figured the army is all about playing dungeons and dragons and other geeky pastimes." 

"Well the money had a great part in it, I needed to finance a higher education, but I wanted to be a Marine so I'll never again have Steve Clarks in my life." I sighed. "Much good did it do me." 

"Oh, little bunny, that's so sad." 

"You're hilarious." I said. 

Jasmine pulled my head downward and rose a little. She bit hard on my lower lip and didn't let go. 

"Ouch."

"I missed you." She whispered.

"Seven hours?" 

"Too long." Her hand snaked under my shirt and rubbed my chest slowly. "Have you called your girlfriend today?"

"What do you mean? Why do you ask?" 

"Just funny how she never seems to call you." Jasmine raised my shirt and licked my naval area. "I'm just concerned about your relationship, that's all. I would think a loving girlfriend would like to catch up with how you're recovering in Miami."

"I hate to lie about my true whereabouts. And I'm certain you're asking out of concern, that's just so you."

"Keep lying to yourself that she cares about you." Jasmine head disappeared under my shirt. "Next time you talk tell her that you're recovering well." Jasmine's voice came muffled through the cloth. "But you might stay for another week" She gave me light pecks all over my stomach. 

"Great. What? What? Another week?"

"Aha."

"Look, Jasmine, I can't be on vacation forever."

"True, but sad. Doesn't matter, the office next to mine will be free by next Wednesday. I've called for engineering to cut a door in the wall so we might visit each other discretely." 

"Oorah."

Jasmine bit my left nipple, her hands enveloped me and crushed me closer. I felt her huge tits squashed against my belly. "But I'm having second thoughts about entertaining you just three nights every week."

"You said one night."

"Hmmmm. That's crazy talk. How can I spend so many nights without my little bunny?"

"Jasmine!"

"I love your smell." She mumbled against my chest. "It relaxes me." 

"My shirt is ruined." I pulled the stretched cloth over my head. 

Jasmine began kissing my neck and nibbling my ear. Her teeth dug in sensitive spots and her tongue slithered into every fold of skin. Her hand massaged my thigh while the other one removed her dark miniskirt. "I masturbated over one of our films today at work." 

"Filmssss, like in plural?"

"Ummm, but nothing compares to the real thing." 

"Rrrright. OK. Let's watch Scrubs. Here comes the love of your life, Dr. Cox."

"You're the love of my life." She pulled me between her thighs, her cock hard and throbbing against my ass. I could feel the heat emanating from it through the cotton of my training shorts. 

I wiggled and turned around, facing her, looked at her. 

"What?" She smiled. The woman had a catalog of smiles, one for each occasion. Yet this one was different. It was genuine. 

I sighed. "Nothing." I gave her a light kiss on her lips because it felt like the right thing to do. 

Her smile deepened and there was that anticipating, hungry look I've seen several times escaping through the crack in her high walls. "That's nice, you almost never initiate."

"You initiate enough for ten people, Jasmine. Anyway you wouldn't appreciate my kind of sex." 

"What the fuck do you mean your kind? Is there a different kind?"

"No, yes... Well sometimes. I'm a kisser. I can spend hours with someone just kissing her from head to toe and then back again. Nothing else. It turns me on." I gave an apologetic smile. "And spare me the – you're such a nerd Ian. I know I'm a romantic geek and I'm ok with it." 

"Doesn't sound half as bad." She said

"It's not, it's intense. It's not just sex, it feels like love making." I also need to be in love in order to enjoy it.

"Can we...? Can we try it later?"

I placed my hands on her shoulders. "Wow, you're tense."

"Ethan Robbins is killing me."

"The GeoMatrix contract? Let's switch places. I'll do your neck."

We switched positions. I sat on the sofa and she wiggled her shapely bottom on my cock, which was little inconvenient. Jasmine was not in any way fat, but there was just so much of her. I placed my hands on her tight muscles and started rubbing slowly.

"Don't think I didn't notice how you changed the subject." She said. "You always do... Oh, ouch, Grrrrr. A little harder, don't be timid." 

"I thought the GeoMatrix deal was all done and signed. That's why you went to Europe last week, no?"

"It's not that simple. With a deal of that scale, there's always little stuff that's popping up in the final round. Take off your pants." Jasmine rose and pulled down her panties. 

"What?"

"I want my prostate massaged as well because Ethan Robbins' Lawyer is giving me such a pain in the butt." She laughed. Jasmine placed her index finger inside her mouth and used it to wet her crack. Then she grabbed my cock and lowered herself slowly. Her pinkish ring opened and closed around the bulbous head of my penis. She waited a few seconds, adjusting and then she pushed down. "Oh, you're just the right size." She moaned. "Not too big, not too small." She lowered herself slowly, until she sat on me. "Don't move yet." She placed her hand on my knee. 

"Oh, shit, oh god." I gasped and kissed her back. 

"You like it don't you?" 

"Oh yes."

"Sue never let you do that."

"Oh no."

"My shoulders are waiting."

"Oh, ok." I started massaging again. 

"Ethan took a freelancer solicitor to accompany the process. A real shark that one, a specialist in heavy weight contracts. Sometimes I dream of taking a ten-pounder mallet and ending her misery and mine."

"Why use a freelancer, doesn't GeoMatrix employ a battery of attorneys?"

"Poodles compared to Ms. Lopez. I hate her." Jasmine clenched her ass cheeks hard.

I gave a sharp intake of breath. "She's so bad?"

"I" - Clench - "Hate" – Clench - "Her" – Clench – "Fucking" – Clench. – "Guts!" – Clench.

"Oh god." I said. "You also hate Perkins, remember? Let's not deprive Perkins of your hatred."

Jasmine laughed and clenched her ass several more times, causing my cock to swell inside her. "You know something, it's weird, but I like it."

"Anal sex?"

"Sure. But I'm talking about our little conversations everyday. I can bitch and whine about how everybody are a bunch of retarded cocksuckers and you nod your head. Then we laugh about it. It's nice."

"A new experience?"

"Well, yeh."

The problem with you, dear, that everything with you is a new experience. In many aspects, you are the youngest thirty-six year old woman I've ever met. 

"Anyway, GeoMatrix was worth every damn minute of agony." Jasmine snapped my thought string "This contract is ten times bigger than any contract this firm has ever signed. It's going to pull us through the recession." 

"And it's gonna make you hero of the day." 

"You should have been to the board meeting today when I announced I'm about to close with GeoMatrix. You could make onions cry with the faces Spencer and Mick were making." 

"Well, I wouldn't like it either if the new kid on the block outshines me in such a short while. You should watch your step."

"Sweet bunny, I didn't know you cared." Jasmine started moving up and down on my rod. Up she went, my cock almost going out of her tunnel. Down she came and clenched hard. I felt my fluids rising and a tingling building at the base of my cock. I tried to relax, I wanted it to last. Usually Jasmine knew when I was about to take the cork off the Champaign, and she had in her bag million tricks for postponing the inevitable. Tonight however, she attacked mercilessly without holding back. Up and down. Up and down. Then she started singing.

"Jasmine and Ian sitting in a tree, F – U – C – K – I –N – G. First comes a boner. Then we start to hump, then comes my bunny when he's ready to pop." 

"Oh god, you're so fucking hot." I started rising to meet her descents, thrusting deep within her bowels. There was no turning back. Like an elevator rising at the speed of light, I felt the pressure rising up my rod. 

"Come for me, baby." Jasmine sunk and wiggled her ass on my cock.

I came hard, buried deep. I hugged her tight and pressed myself. I felt my baby making fluid filling her up. 

I held her like that for a long time. We were both breathing hard. Finally she got up, turned around and started kissing me. "My kind of sex isn't so bad, is it?" 

"Oh my god, that was a fucking wow." I said.

"My turn."

"I'm going to get the gel." I rose before she'll try that spittle lubrication on me.

"Be quick we have like ten minutes." 

"Why, what's the rush?"

The doorbell chimed. 

"Fuck, they're early." Jasmine jumped off the sofa.

"You're expecting company?"

"Why the odd look?" She said. "Make them coffee or something, I need to prepare myself. Oh, and you owe me one." 

I was curious. This was the first time Jasmine had had a visitor the entire week I was forced to spend in her house. I never even heard her talk on the phone to anybody that was not work related. I dressed up quickly and pressed the remote. 

I believe he came out of an advertisement that sells you a sparkling bullshit wrapped in plastic and high enough level of saccharin to cause a stomachache to a mid-sized city. The guy was a Tanorex (addicted to tan beds) a Bigorex (Addicted to muscle pumping) and probably addicted to looking at himself in the mirror. Six foot three, broad shoulders and designer clothes. I hated him immediately. 

"Hi." He spoke through the nose, a real caricature that one. "Where is the trans chick?" 

"You mean Jasmine? She's not a transsexual she's a hermaphrodite."

"Whatever." 

I hated him even more. "Come on in, Jasmine, will be right with us. She's just-"

"Are you a stripper?" He asked me. 

"What?" 

"A stripper."

"I'm a software engineer."

"That's like in computers and stuff?"

"And stuff." The doorbell chimed again. 

The second guest was a stunning blond. She wore a green nightdress and an aura that spelled 'way out of thy league'. The kind my kind can only drool at from afar. 

"Hello." Even her voice said high class.

"I'm a software engineer."

She had the kind of smile that makes you want to keep her forever happy. "I'm Ruth."

"Oh sorry." I stuttered. "I meant that I'm Ian. Not a stripper. Defiantly not a stripper. I mean... Jasmine will be with you in a short while. Would you like, in the meanwhile, some coffee or tea? I have some fresh spearmint."

"Pleasure to meet you, Ian." Ruth's hand was warm and I felt a slight tingle where her skin touched. "I'd love to try your coffee." She said. 

"I'm Richard Powers." The walking health-club advertisement said as they both followed me into the kitchen. "That's not my real name, it's a professional business-name."

"You're here on business?" 

"I'm an actor." Richard said.

I looked at Ruth for explanations. She just shrugged her petite shoulders. "Ok, then. There's spearmint tea. I've got excellent Colombian black or if you're the adventurous type, I can make you a daring killer cappuccino."

"Just water for me." Richard tried catching his image on the toaster.

"I'll go for your daring killer cappuccino. It sounds gastronomically exciting." 

"Excellent choice, madam."

Ruth smiled and I knew if I had to, I'd have flown to Italy to get her a cup. "How do you go about making one?" 

"I'm glad you've asked me that question." I tried what I figured was didactic, manly and flirting tone at the same time. Yep, I'm a nerd. "The building block of the killer cappuccino is a killer machine. Such as we have here." I patted Jasmine's professional espresso machine, which served as a magazines stand before I came and introduced her to the fine art of coffee brewing. "Also a killer grinder like this one doesn't hurt. But the real secret lies in the fresh coffee beans." I proudly raised the small bag containing the 'black gold' as Jasmine called my Arabica Beans, poured some into the grinder and turned on the pump and the boiler. 

"They're especially fresh?" Ruth tried to show polite interest.

"I killed them just an hour ago."

"I hope they didn't suffer." 

"It was a 'me or them' sort of thing." I placed two cups, started filtering a double dose, and filled my jug of milk. 

"When is the part when it gets daring?" Ruth said.

"Steaming the milk to the correct temperature" 

"Which is?" 

"If pieces of skin don't come off when you take your palm off the jug, then it ain't ready yet." I raised my voice to overpower the sound of the milk frothing. "I tortured an Italian barista to get that piece of information." 

"I always wanted to go to Italy." Richard combed his hair, using his reflection on the espresso machine. 

"You're out of luck." I said. "They cancelled it last summer." 

"Cancelled?" Ruth laughed. 

"Yep. A tragic story." I sprinkled Belgian chocolate on the white froth. I tried going for a heart shape in Ruth's cup but it turned out more like intestines." Wait!" I said when she reached for her drink. "A daring killer cappuccino without a killer chocolate soufflé is like Mac burger without the French-Fries or coke without gas or Madonna without naked gay dancers or-" 

"I think she got it." Jasmine's tall frame appeared on the kitchen's doorway. She wore a stunning black evening dress that showed a lot of skin and leg.

"Hi Jess." Ruth rose, stood on her tiptoes and gave Jasmine a light kiss on her lips.

I placed two cakes in the microwave. 

"A daring killer cappuccino. You must have made quite an impression." 

Ruth took a sip. "It's officially the best cappuccino cup I ever had." 

"I want one too." Richard cracked when he saw the steaming soufflés and I had to give up my cappuccino and cake. 

"Are you ready, boys and girls?" Jasmine asked.

"I was born ready." Richard answered. 

"Me too." Ruth said.

"I was born breech." I said. "Just kidding, I can't remember how I was born. It was a long time ago and I was really small." 

Ruth laughed which caused Jasmine to flip an alarmed look between Ruth and me. "Ok, then, finish your cup. We have fifteen minutes till Mr. Robbins gets here."

"Robbins?" I asked. "Like in Ethan Robbins, GeoMatrix CTO."

"Four hundred and eighty million dollars worth of contract, Ethan Robbins, for your knowledge. I'll arrange everything." Jasmine gave Ruth and me one last sharp stare, and then she left the kitchen.

"How can you stand it?" Richard said.

"What?" Ruth said.

"Kissing that freak "

"She's not a freak, she's a person." I used what I hoped was a menacing tone. "Her name is Jasmine." 

Richard was not impressed. "If I had one of them babies, I would have put it in a sack, put a heavy rock in it too and send it swimming in the river. Don't tell me it doesn't disgust you." 

"That's pretty disgusting." I said. 





My Hermaphrodite Boss Pt. 05a



"It ain't what god meant."

"Please don't insert god into your narrow, homophobic, misogynistic worldview. I'd also appreciate if you keep your opinions to yourself." 

"Who the fuck asked your permission, you coffee fag?" 

"That's a new one. Can I use that next time I'm getting off with your mom?" 

Richard rose, which meant he could look down on me. "I'm gonna wipe the floor with your face."

"Sure you are." I picked up one of the heavy meat knives I bought for Jasmine's kitchen yesterday. 

"You're fucking nuts." Richard took a step back.

"No, I'm a Marine, you see, they taught me on Parris Island how to even the odds. How bout that floor wiping then?"

"Ok, that's gone far enough." Ruth stepped between us, which made my opinion of her go skyrocket. "We're adults, lets behave like adults." 

"I'm going to the bedroom." Richard shot me a venomous stare. "Your coffee tastes like dog-piss, asshole." 

"That's from personal experience?" I shouted at his back.

Ruth placed her palm on my arm and gently pushed me down. I sat down to the new wooden oak table, across from her. I wasn't shaking much and most of it was anger, not fear.

"Don't." Ruth didn't let go of my arm. It stirred a fuzzy warm feeling down in my gut. "Don't mind him, he's really... You know?"

"Actually I don't. What's the connection between you two, anyway?"

"We just work for the same agency."

"You're also an actress?" I said.

"I'm a hooker."

I nearly choked. I tried to hide it but I'm certain my face changed colors. "Oh, that's nice." I said which must have won me a Nobel Prize for the dumbest conversation piece ever. 

"Does it make you uncomfortable?" 

"No, hell no." I stammered. "Actually, I think I'm a hooker too."

"Really?" She laughed. "I thought you were a software engineer."

"I've only just begun and I only have a single client, and she doesn't pay me but I'm certain the things I do for her qualify me as your colleague." 

She smiled and I discovered a very cute dimple at the corner of her mouth. "Are you really an ex-marine?"

"No such thing as ex-marine," I gave the automatic response drilled into me. "Once a marine always- Oh, fuck that. I'm an ex-marine."

"Did you really intend sticking him with that knife?"

"I only got as far as intermediate knife technique in MCSlap, and I wasn't any good at it either. I only meant to make the asshole think twice. If push came to shove, I could always scream for Jasmine. The girl can rip his arm off and shove it up his ass using her left, without even spilling the cappuccino in her right." 

"You're funny." 

"Story of my life."

Ruth reached out and touched my face, almost apologetically. 

That moment Jasmine decided to show up again. It took her a second to take in the scene and I recognized, for a millisecond, a snarl forming on her beautiful face before it disappeared. Mr. Robbins is downstairs," she said. "Ian, come with me." 

I followed my boss to her huge gym room and she used the remote to open a back door that was always kept locked. I peered curiously inside. The room beyond was tiny. It had a chair, a small table and a camera. One of the room's walls was made almost entirely out of glass.

"We're inside your closet," I said. 

The glass wall showed Jasmine's bedroom. Richard was inside it, taking off his clothes. The opposite mirrors, reflecting his pumped body to infinitum, caused the man a hard-on the size of the Empire State Building. Ok, the Empire State Building on top of the Eifel Tower, actually. I really hated that guy and I'm man enough to admit I was a tiny bit jealous. 

"It's a one way mirror." Jasmine said. "Wait here. You can watch, though don't make a sound. This may take awhile." 

"What will?"

"Ian!"

"Ok, ok. You're trying to get GeoMatrix's CTO, Ethan Robbins, to sign a contract." 

"You're quick." 

"And you're doing that through your bedroom."

"We're just sealing the deal. I have a certain reputation for arranging some wild private parties and man has a weakness for the sort of show we're staging tonight." 

"Very professional of you." 

"You got some serious growing up to do. I told you, I'll do what it takes to get what I need. Don't give me that Mother Theresa look. This could save next quarter. It's going to fill our empty coffers. Think of all your clueless colleagues it's going to save." 

"I'll be quiet as a fish." I pantomimed a zipper closing over my mouth. 

"My adorable geeky lover-boy." Jasmine patted my head. "Try to keep an open mind, I bet you'll even enjoy the show."

"There's no tissue here."

"Save some for me."

"You mean you still have plans for later? I'm shocked." I placed my palm over my mouth.

"I want you to wear your sexy pajamas tonight, the one with the elephants riding the tricycles." Jasmine bit her lower lip.

"Laugh all you want, those pajamas are vintage." 

"I'm taking the remote." Jasmine said. 

"What if I need to get out?"

"What for? You want to make Ruth another daring killer cappuccino?"

"Jealous?"

"In your dreams, little bunny."

"You are."

Jasmine showed me her middle finger. 

"Take your own advice and keep an open mind, sweetie."

"I've created a monster."

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Groucho Marx once said, "Now there's a man with an open mind -- you can feel the breeze from here!" Dr. Schidlowsky drilled the inns and outs of software contracts into me. My NYU lecturer for the "Production Quality Software" course has been an academic with an open mind. Yet try as hard as I might, and I was an A student, I couldn't remember anything in his course about a gorgeous hooker and an almost seven foot tall hermaphrodite Amazon. I believe Law student courses suffer from the same problem. Ethan Robbins' lawyer, Mrs. Lopez, looked like she was about to have a stroke.

I was empathetic immediately. Mrs. Lopez was the kind of girl that if a friend would try to set you up with, he would describe as having a fun personality and a curvy kind of figure. He'd be stretching the truth on both accounts as Mrs. Lopez was as much fun as Dick Cheney on a hunting trip and could easily enjoy a balanced seesaw session with Roseanne Barr. 

Her eyes, two black frightened mice, darted between my boss and the door. Mrs. Lopez's hands kept smoothing an invisible crease in her uninspiring business suit. Her employer sat himself on the bed as soon as he entered the room. Mrs. Lopez, very slowly, sat herself near him but jumped right back on her feet when she discovered there was a very much naked Richard underneath the covers. Her face went, in a record time, from white to the hood color of that little girl who had a thing for wolves and grandmas.

"It's not too late to change your mind." Jasmine pulled out her top charming smile. "I can still offer you that drink." 

"I'm good." Ethan Robbins stretched himself on the satin sheets and motioned Ruth with his finger to approach. "I'm planning on getting much better." 

"Mrs. Lopez?" Jasmine scrutinized the woman from head to toe. "Something from the bar? Martini perhaps?" 

"Ah, no!" was all the lawyer managed to blurt. She looked hard at Richard. Her tongue darted out of her mouth and licked nervously at her upper lip.

Richard chose that moment to pinch the big woman's bottom. Mrs. Lopez stifled a scream and jumped in the air. Jasmine gave him a nasty look and the self-proclaimed actor shrugged his shoulders. He smiled at the big lawyer and flexed his muscles. 

"You can touch." He told her. "Don't be shy. I know you want to." 

There was a struggle on the big woman's face. Fear dipped with just a pinch of lust. The crimson areas on her cheeks invaded her neck. 

"It's alright." Jasmine smiled like the Barracuda when it got the message that Nemo's Sea Anemone just died. "Richard is a pro. I've especially asked for his services tonight."

"Come on, Sofia." Ethan said. "You said buff and hung. Well..." He raised his palm towards Richard. "The next size they got on the store must be 'horse on steroids'. Don't fold on me now. I would have taken Lina Levin instead, if I knew you'd be like this."

"What happens in this room stays in this room." Jasmine purred. "Your husband will never be wiser."

"I need... Just a second." Mrs. Lopez blurted.

"There're some toys I bought for the occasion." Jasmine pointed at a duffle bag lying on the foot of the bed. "You might wanna start with them if you're too nervous. They're clean, never been used before."

"It's... It's all right. I just need a sec." 

"No need for the toys. I'll be gentle." Richard stepped behind the big woman and started massaging her shoulders. Mrs. Lopez tensed but soon enough gave up to the caressing touch. 

Ruth sat down on the bed corner, legs crossed. Ethan, imitating Richard's lead, slid forward until his legs encircled the petite blond and touched her lightly on her neck. 

"I know you're eager, Ethan, but there is still the matter of the test phase deployment." Jasmine took her laptop from a small shelf near the bed and opened it.

"You're no fun," Ethan said.

"I need the test phase, Ethan." 

Ethan ran his fingers through the honey like river that was Ruth's hair. The man was in his mid-forties but looked like sixty. Too little exercise, too much good food and late hour meetings, I guess. "We can start deploying by December, five hundred desktops and five mixers." 

"That's way too late and way too little. I need to start deploying next quarter."

Mrs. Lopez moaned and leaned backward against the naked man rubbing her shoulders, she closed her eyes and Richard started rubbing his huge erection on the crevice of her ass that was enshrouded in a tight blue miniskirt. 

"I want two thousand desktops and twenty MCU-mixers for the initial test phase. Five hundred deployed by the end of next month," Jasmine said.

"That's a lot." 

"I need to show results and fast, I can get flexible with the price."

Ethan put his thumb into his mouth and sucked like a toddler. 

"Ethan?"

GeoMatrix's CTO, pulled his thumb out of his mouth, raised with one finger the hem of Ruth's dress and started massaging her buttocks. 

Ruth lifted her evening-dress, slowly, above her head. 

I held my breath, my eyes glued to the one-way mirror.

She wore nothing underneath. 

My heart somersaulted. 

Small round tits, winked at me. The kind that fit the palm of your hand so perfectly so you never want to let go. Her golden skin stretched over tight muscles and flat belly you want to kiss till the sun stops rotating around the earth. Pear-shaped and pear-sized buttocks you could sink your teeth in until the Palestinians and the Israelis actually make peace. 

Oh god, though art fucking hot.

"Ethan?" Jasmine snapped.

"What? You're asking a lot. I'm not sure I can convince the board."

"Ethan!"

"I want another ninety thousand in stocks." 

"What?" Jasmine eyes opened like two huge saucers. 

"Take it or leave it."

"You're becoming fucking greedy."

"I'll deploy two hundred and fifty endpoints by the end of next week."

"You can manage that?" Jasmine anger dissipated. 

"I'll assign a special task force."

"That's really going to stretch my budget." Jasmine started playing her laptop keyboard. "But if you can make it that quick it's worth it. It means we will save this quarter. Are you sure you can make it this quick?" 

"You're questioning me?"

"God forbid. Same as before?" 

"Mrs. Lopez will handle the transaction."

GeoMatrix's CTO, a firm with over fifteen thousand employees, licked his thumb, and hammered it inside Ruth's perfect ass. 

"Awwww." The girl shouted. It wasn't pain or fear, just surprise. 

Ethan started buggering Ruth with his finger. The girl didn't seem to mind. She moaned and kissed the CTO hairy chest.

"I want to see the newly written contract." Jasmine said. "Two hundred fifty endpoints next week. and another two hundred fifty a week later."

"Ok, already. Give me your laptop I'll connect to my VPN through your network." Ethan took his finger out of Ruth's ass. He fiddled on the keyboard and handed the laptop to his lawyer. "Make the necessary adjustments in the contract." 

Mrs. Lopez snapped from the bliss she was experiencing and pushed Richard a little backward. "Two hundred fifty endpoints. That's per seat or concurrent users license?" There was no sign of the distress she was in, just a moment ago. Million dollar contracts must be her natural playground, and no seven-foot tall hermaphrodite, naked blond or a Hercules humping her huge bottom could faze her. "Per seat or concurrent users license?"

"It doesn't matter, GeoMatrix only deploys per seat licenses." Jasmine snarled. "That's the first time you're representing them?" 

"I know that." Mrs. Lopez wasn't intimidated. "Still everything should be tied up. You don't want GeoMatrix to be able to claim, Non est factum, do you?"

Ethan Robbins winked at my boss. "They don't call Sofia, The Contracts Rottweiler for nothing." 

"Ninety thousand fucking shares." Jasmine growled. "I'd like to see GeoMatrix make claims in fucking Latin or in any other language for that matter." 

Some sort of silent exchange went between the lawyer and the CTO. She didn't say a word, took the laptop and sat down on the bed corner. 

"Now that is out of the way..." Ethan gave a crooked smile. 

Ruth jumped out of the bed. For the first time I've noticed she wasn't exactly naked. She wore a string of tiny silver bells that snaked and slithered all around her body, circling her crotch and hugging her small waist. With each movement, the sexy little thing sent a whisper of jingling all around the room. She started swaying her hips, small circles, her eyes closed and a small smile adorning her cherry lips. 

Jasmine pressed a sound system remote and the low strings of an oud sang a slow tune from far away land. Ruth's hips and belly painted tiny arcs and her small bottom twitched to the music as if it was not attached to the rest of her body. Like a pendulum on a string, her ass rotated left and right vibrating the air and my penis. 

Ruth widened her circles. She stood at the room's edge but she was the center of it. The center of the universe for all I cared. I forced my eyelids to freeze, afraid that I might lose a millisecond of that perfect creature in an eye-blink. Yet despite my inability to take my eyes off her, a tiny feeling at the tip of my fingers, kept nagging me that I was forgetting something important.

Richard reached out to grab Ruth but she just circled around him. She spun herself like a human Merry-Go-Round, slowly with the music. Navigating nimbly around the bed. When she reached Jasmine she stopped, planted a soft kiss on my boss' neck. Her hand caressed the strong shoulders. Butterfly fingers slowly pulled the black silk strap off one shoulder. Jasmine entire attention focused on the laptop in the lawyer's lap and she pulled her hand out of the strap in a sharp movement. Undaunted, the petite blond, caressed the other strap baring my boss' magnificent tits. Jasmine never did learn the advantages inherited in a bra. Ethan Robbins rolled down his pants and touched his semi-hard erection. My own penis was making it uncomfortable to sit, but still that uneasy tingling feeling, prevented me from doing like the CTO. 

Ruth started planting soft kisses on my boss' back. She placed long fingers on Jasmine's tits and massaged them slowly. 

"Just a second, dear." Jasmine didn't move her eyes from the laptop screen. She pointed at something and then nodded as the lawyer typed furiously on the keyboard. 

A shark, she is a splice of great white and a torpedo, always gets what she wants. And that fat lawyer is really a German Rottweiler, ugly, big and her bite probably much worse than her bark. Two dangerous women. I once traveled to Munich for project integration with BMW and my colleague there proudly showed me his private kennel of champions. Three award-winning Shepherds and a Rottweiler. The Rottweiler nearly bit my hand off when I mistook the freaking monster for a pet. I needed seven stitches. 

And then it hit me like a bite in the ass from a Rottweiler. "Jasmine." I called. "Come here!" 

No one seemed to hear me, the glass must be sound proof. I banged on the glass. Jasmine was the only one who noticed. She raised her head and sent my way a murderous look. I knocked on the glass again. 

"Is there someone there?" Ethan pointed at what from his side looked like a harmless mirror. 

"Just vibrations from the sound system." Jasmine said and when everyone's head was in my direction she moved her finger across her neck in an unambiguous gesture. 

I banged again. Jasmine whispered something in Ruth's ear. The girl left the room and soon enough she opened my door. She touched my shoulder and started laughing. 

"Here to issue a life threat?" I was too well aware of the naked perfect body beside me. 

"I'm not very good with threats." She giggled. "Especially when I'm butt naked." 

"You're the most beautiful woman I ever saw, butt naked or dressed." I blurted and blushed. "There I said it. I'm not sure I should have, but I was going to be sorry for the rest of my life if I didn't. Please call Jasmine, tell her it's urgent."

"That was the nicest thing anyone told me in a long while. Are you sure?"

"Yep, I've made a list and you're on top."

"About Jasmine, not about my looks." She leaned and gave me a light kiss on my cheek. She had the scent of early spring meadows and heart braking promises. 

"Dead sure on both accounts." 

A minute later Jasmine barged into the room, followed by a worried Ruth. "I just left a four hundred and eighty million contract. There better be a goddamn good reason." My boss stood naked, save her high-heeled shoes, her hands on her hips.

"What's that?" Ruth said.

"What's what, sweetie?" Jasmine looked at the small blond.

"That." Ruth touched Jasmine's cock.

"An erection, you've probably seen a few in your days."

"I know it's an erection and I've been trying to coax it for fifteen minutes now. Apparently all it takes is to make you angry." 

"That's not anger, that's Ian." Jasmine tousled my hair. "He's sort of a Viagra pill for me with no side effects."

Being unable to sit for a week is one hell of a side effect. 

"Really? That's... wow." Ruth looked impressed. 

"Unfortunately he's about to die." Jasmine said.

"Ethan Robbins is trying to fuck you." I said. 

"He's not into hermaphrodites."

"Come on Jasmine, the man is bluffing. There is no way he's gonna deploy next week or even six months from now."

"He can't be bluffing." Jasmine said. "I'm about to transfer ninety thousand company stocks to his account, which will add to a total of two hundred thousand with what I've given him so far. If GeoMatrix won't sign the contract, those shares are going to amount to squat. That doesn't make any sense." 

"But he's lying."

"How can you tell?"

"Something I read in CTO.COM and one of the Gartner reports. GeoMatrix is one of the firms that are going to adapt the German security model. I've seen it on BMW a couple of years back. It means everyone gets a computer with a seed containing all possible applications. No DVD no USB port, no network installment. You can't install a two-k worth of patch file. Only what's already on the seed and you can run it only if your directory service profile has permission rights."

"Cut to the point." Jasmine stamped her foot. "That's Chinese for all I care."

"We can't deploy without integrating with the seed, we can't deploy without adding the security check module."

"Meaning?"

"Six months development plus two to three months integration before you'll see the first desktop operating, and I'm real generous. There's not a chance in a million years GeoMatrix board is going to sign that contract. It's a bullshit contract."




My Hermaphrodite Boss Pt. 05a



"That's impossible." Jasmine didn't look so sure.

"I'm just the tech guy." 

"Unless... Fuck! I was curious why that slithering snake... When something sounds too good to be true... Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Jasmine screamed the last word and kicked the camera stand. I jumped and grabbed it before the entire structure collapsed. 

"I'm going to kill him."

"Perhaps you should consider a less violent method?"

"If only I knew what the fucker is planning. I'll kick his balls till that forked tongue of his spits out the truth." 

"Very graphic. Look, Jasmine, maybe I can figure a method that doesn't involve permanent body injury." 

"How?"

"I'm working on it." I placed my elbow on my knee and rested my head on the back of my palm.

"Are you OK?" Ruth asked.

"He zones out like this whenever he wants to engage that super brain of his." Jasmine said. "The dork thinks it throws about him an intellectual air." 

"I'm just putting on my thinking cap." I raised my head. "That's an imitation of Rodin Thinking Man, you homo-ignoramus." 

"It's called 'Le Penseur', you dolt, " Jasmine said. "The Thinker', and the right hand goes on the left knee."

"Whatever." I blushed. "Anyway, there might be a way to find out what Ethan is up to, I'm just considering the moral implications."

Jasmine raised her long leg and placed the high heel on my seat, between my legs.

"Domineering is not my kink." 

"Cut the crap, Ian, or you'll have busted balls implications to consider."

"Ethan and that fat lawyer both got into their own systems through our company VPN." I said. "Now the Multiring-MK5 service, my project, my ex-project, is up and running tests 24h nowadays. It keeps logs of all in-traffic and dumps it after two days. That's our automatic testing system. It reports-"

"You make me so horny when you start your techno rap."

"Ok. ok. To the point. The Multiring-MK5 service is a counter terrorism spying application. It's all about recording IP packets and decrypting encrypted data. Bring me that laptop and I'll hook into Ethan's desktops with his user name and password. I'll snoop around GeoMatrix system." 

"He's also a professional masseur and he cooks like James Beard," Jasmine told Ruth. 

"Wow."

"Yep, wow." Jasmine leaned and gave me a French kiss. 

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My Hermaphrodite Boss Pt. 05b



It took me five minutes to locate Ethan's and Mrs. Lopez's packets, coming from Jasmine's apartment, among the jumble of traffic barraging our firewall. From there it was a candy from a baby sort of thing. Equipped with the username and password I penetrated GeoMatrix's servers.

In Jasmine's bedroom another type of penetration was taking place. Richard was on the bed, his head between the lawyer's mighty thighs. Miss Lopez lay on her back, her white blouse open, exposing a mountainous quivering jelly that was her belly. Her eyes were closed and both her hands clasping hard on Richard's black hair, pulling him forward. His tongue caressed her inner thigh and his fingers painted circles on her stomach, disappearing in the folds of fat and rising again like fishing boats on a stormy ocean. 

Ruth and Jasmine stood facing each other. The small blond smeared a healthy gob of blue gel on her palm and started massaging my boss' huge cap. 

Jasmine had a Bluetooth strapped to the ear she kept away from the bed so she could keep an open channel with me. 

"She is so skillful." Jasmine whispered. "Yet all I can think of is that I wish it was your hand on my cock. You have a pianist's fingers, Ian, did you know that?" 

I stopped for a second, raised my palms, rotated them in front of my face, chased away a disturbing thought and started punching the laptop's keyboard again. 

Ruth rubbed the mushroom head, alternating between the back and the front off her palm on the cock's corona. Her fingers darted onto the slit at the top and caressed the tender edges. 

All this time Ethan Robbins was sitting on the bed corner, trying to take in both scenes, his hand slowly jerking his flaccid cock. 

Richard pushed the miniskirt up the lawyer's massive thighs, exposing a white, almost childish like, pair of panties. A wet stain darkened the crotch area. He closed his jaws around the stain and pulled the panties with his teeth. Mrs. Lopez moaned and pushed his head deep into her crotch.

"I'm in." I whispered, though from my side of the glass there was little point in lowering my voice. 

"I wish I could be in too." Jasmine whispered back. "Inside my little bunny."

"Try to concentrate, what should I be looking for?"

"Anything incriminating."

"No shit, Sherlock, I mean what and where. Committing Federal felonies is not part of my hobbies."

"Start with emails, search anything that concerns the videoconference contract."

Richard tried a different strategy. He rolled Mrs. Lopez white panties down, exposing the moist bush or rather the rain forest. His tongue darted in and out the folds of her sex. The woman legs enveloped his head and Richard disappeared inside the soft mounds of flesh. Mrs. Lopez leg convulsed to the rhythm of the music, or maybe it was Richard tongue that worked in synch with the oud player. She put her other leg on the man's back and started rubbing it against his skin. 

"Oh, god." Miss Lopez moaned. "Don't stop. Don't ever stop." 

"Having a good time, Sofia?" Ethan had his crooked smile.

The large lady paid him no heed. She closed her legs even tighter. Richard tried raising his head but the woman clasped hard. His body started twitching, maybe from lack of oxygen. It only served to invigorate Mrs. Lopez. Her legs clamped tighter and she moaned a stream of words in Spanish. "Oh Madre de Dios, Voy a acabar. Voy a acabar. Voy a acabar. No pares, No pares, No pares. Ay si, si si si" She agreed with something, convulsed and rotated her entire frame upward humping poor Richard's face. "Oh, oh, oh, oh." She snorted and puffed aloud, sounding like a teakettle blowing steam. "Oh, Ricardo, Oh Ricardo." 

Richard raised his head, his face was red and he was breathing hard but apparently, he wasn't in such dire straits as I figured he was. "I'm Richard, who's Ricardo?"

"Beats me," Ethan said. "Her husband name is Julius." 

"Oh..." Mrs. Lopez burst out in a short laughter. "That was..."

Richard dragged himself across the big body and kissed Mrs. Lopez on her forehead. "That was just a taste, love, after tonight you'll never want to sleep with anyone else but Richard Powers." His hand caressed her thigh and started fiddling with her crevice. 

"Wait, I can't. I need a rest." Mrs. Lopez was breathing like a man whom just finished a long marathon. However, judging from the smile on her face she probably came in first place.

"We'll go slow." Richard checked out under the bed. His hand found the duffle bag and flipped it over, dumping the content on the floor.

"VDFCom , it's a small French firm specializing in videoconference and voip products." I said.

"What?"

"GeoMatrix video contract goes to VDFCom, a tiny French company. They'll sign on Monday. Ethan has the meeting scheduled with all the relevant documents attached. I see the real contract. This one has no bullshit in it. It got Integration with the seed and the security module included."

"Fucking lying motherfucker." Jasmine whispered furiously. "I still don't get it, what did he need our stocks for, if they will be worthless, huh? A day after the news that the deal is off, our stocks will plummet." 

"Beats me."

"Maybe I'm looking at this from the wrong angle." Jasmine whispered "Maybe he planned for our stocks to plummet all along. GeoMatrix tried to bid for us once in the past but our board went against them."

"A hostile takeover?" I said.

"Exactly, look out for big acquisitions of our shares in the past year. See if you can trace them to GeoMatrix." 

"Will do."

"Scan that fat lawyer files as well, I have a gut feeling she has her jaws in this deeper than we think."

"That's humiliating." Ruth stopped massaging Jasmine's flaccid cock.

Jasmine shrugged her shoulders. 

"Maybe I should do the computer hacking and Ian can do..."

Jasmine patted her on the cheek and closed her eyes. "Talk dirty to me, Ian." She whispered.

"What?" I said.

"You need a Software Requirements Document for that, dummy? Tell me something hot."

"I'm kind of busy right now--. Ok, what the hell." I let some automatic search engine scan Ethan's and Mrs. Lopez's disks for me. I've also sent my bots scanning the news for the latest news on VDFCom. "Ok, here we go. What are you wearing?"

"What?" 

"Just kidding, I'm new to phone sex." 

"You're an idiot." 

"What is she doing?" Ethan Robbins raised an eyebrow. Now that the action on the bed has toned down, his attention turned back to Jasmine and Ruth. "Who is she whispering to?" 

"James Beard." Ruth placed her cherry lips on top of my boss' cock head. 

"Sounds very responsive for a dead guy."

"Ummumm." Ruth opened wide.

I wouldn't have believed it if I didn't see it with my own eyes. The small mouth opened like it was made of rubber and enveloped the entire cock head.

"We're in a bar." I whispered.

"What kind of bar?"

"How the hell do I know?"

"What does it look like, where is it located?" Jasmine whispered. 

"Just a fucking bar, it looks like a bar."

"My toilet seat has a more vivid imagination." 

"Ok, the bar is on Lexington and the—."

"Something more exotic, please."

"We're in a pub in Baghdad, during the invasion, me and my unit of bold marines-- No. Wait! They don't have pubs there, we're in Italy. Florence. The pub is near the Uffizi. No, we're not in a pub we're inside the Uffizi. Yep, that's it. You're looking at Botticelli's 'The birth of Venus' and the Italian guide tries to figure who looks better. You or the love goddess. You win by points."

"I like that story." Jasmine's cock in the beautiful mouth started showing some signs of revival. I had a fleeting thought as how would it feel to have them cherry lips on my bold soldier.

Richard gave a triumphant cry and raised a ping-pong sized metallic ball, connected by wire to a remote. He pressed a button and the little sphere started humming merrily. "Just a little tease." He placed the rotating ball on top of Mrs. Lopes' love lips. She moaned and stroked the muscles on his left arm. 

"You look at the pictures and yawn. You're rich and beautiful and sexy and bored, a walking breathing piece of art, among the Renaissance's Masterpieces. An orchestra outside on the street starts playing Vivaldi, Four Seasons. That's the cue for a handsome and extremely sexy stranger who speaks in clichés to step into the room. That's me in case you didn't get it."

"What are you wearing?"

"Nothing - I'm walking in the clothes I was brought into this world. No, wait, that makes no sense. The police will arrest me and I don't know how to say 'not guilty' in Italian. Who cares what I'm wearing because I look like Michelangelo's David. The one standing outside in the square."

"He's got a tiny dick."

"Yeh, but he's seventeen feet tall and proportionate. Anyway I go up to you and say – I just lost my phone number, can I get yours instead?" 

"Lame."

"Tough audience. Ok, fade out, scene two. I somehow get us both trapped in the Uffizi after the museum is closed. It's just you and me and Leonardo De Vinci, Titian, Giotto, Michelangelo and all the other ancient guys. We lay down on the marble floor between two statues of Hera and Aphrodite. Lust, love, flowers and fertility to our left and right. Your buttons give me a hell of a time. " 

"What buttons?"

"You are enshrouded in buttons from your swan neck to the love slit between your legs. Thousands of buttons, millions. From the valley of wonders between your perfect tits to your moist cunt. Alone they are insignificant but together they form a coalition against me. A closed gate barring my throbbing passion and your secret Garden of Eden. I pull out a switch blade knife which I always carry on my person to battle marketing and sales people who give ludicrous promises to clients. Your eyes show no fear, only lust."

"Go on little bunny."

"There are no little bunnies in our story, they were all wiped out in a mysterious plague. Anyway, I take out the knife, I've been taught well by masters. My hands are skilled. The blade never touches the marble of your skin, never mars the perfect surface. One by one they surrender, button after button and you want me oh you want me so bad."

"Hmmm... Your story sucks, but your voice kinda turns me on." 

Ruth started moving her lips up and down Jasmine's shaft that was now rigid again. Amazingly, with each plunge she got more and more of the huge rod inside. Her delicate throat stretched and her mouth opened grotesquely wide. 

Richard removed a D-cup bra and sucked on one of Mrs. Lopez' nipples. His hand dipped inside her crevice. The rotating ball wire was the only sign of the love toy's existence. Judging by the look on Mrs. Lopez's face, it was humming its tune in a precise location. Mrs. Lopez moaned and writhed on the bed, her eyes closed. 

"The buttons surrender, one by one, surprised, defeated. Fallen soldiers, beaten guards of your innocence. They jingle as they hit the marble floor. A symphony. Overture to lovemaking. Every a gate opened, and you want me, oh you want me so bad." 

"Aha." Jasmine breathed deep and massaged her nipples. Despite her criticism, it was obvious my story was getting at her at some level. 

"And now they're all gone, the false keepers of your body. And you are on the floor with all your glory for me to pluck. You are nothing like Venus, Hera, or the Madonnas observing from the walls. You are alive, breathing, and hot. Searing." 

"I want you inside me." Jasmine whispered. 

"Not yet." I whispered back.

"Fuck me." Mrs. Lopez moaned. 

Richard rolled a condom on his erection in record time. He pulled out the rotating ball, spread the meaty thighs and penetrated with a single thrust, going all the way deep.

"Ay Si." Mrs. Lopez cried.

Ruth took Jasmine's cock out of her mouth. She spread the tender skin surrounding the slit and started fucking it with her pink tongue, licking inside the folds of skin. 

"You want me so bad. You want me to make you feel and to make you see and make you hurt and to make you know. You lie before me all your defenses are down your armies slain your gates open. Not yet I say. I want you to beg." 

"Please, Ian." Jasmine whispered.

"I want to explore your valleys before I stick my flag in your virgin soil. I travel to each mountaintop. I sink into the lowest of depths. I want your nipples to sing to the slightest touch of my breath to the lightest caress of my fingers. I want you to burn and I want the fire to consume you."

"Ay Si, Ay Si, Ay Si, Ay Si." Mrs. Lopez cried with each of Richard's thrusts. 

"I want to anoint you as my queen to make you mine. You call my name, you want my kingdom to weld with yours to become as one." 

Ruth rose and Jasmine grabbed her hips. She raised the small blond in the air like a doll and lowered her slowly on her erection. The two girls moaned as one.

Richard sat on his knees, his pelvis still trusting hard inside the squirming lawyer. He took the rotating ball and touched her crevice top, at the point where the skin hugged the penetrating cock. He placed the ball on his penis and stretched the moist folds of skin around the ball. The love toy now hummed on the wet inner walls of Mrs. Lopez's pussy. Richard kept the folds of skin closed with one hand, rotating the ball all over the clitoris. He never ceased to thrust. Mrs. Lopez convulsed on the bed, screaming.

"You are slowly consumed by fire, your lungs seek air with each rise." 

Jasmine thrust hard and Ruth rose in the air. The small bells jingled. 

"Oh dios mio." Mrs. Lopez screamed. Her upper body rose, a no small feat, her arms circled Richard and she sunk her nails deep in his back. Richard painful scream joined Mrs. Lopez's song of lust.

"You are beautiful at your most vulnerable moment. You are Aphrodite coming out of the sea, you are the phoenix rising from the Egyptian soil. You are the resurrection and the life. He who believes in you, shall live. Oh and I do believe, Jasmine."

"Oh, bunny, I'm inside you now, you feel so good." Jasmine whispered. "I'll never give you up, little bunny, you are forever mine."

Ruth hugged Jasmine, her lips sealed on one of my boss's nipples her legs enveloped her hips. Jasmine thrust hard and slow, raising Ruth higher in the air with each penetration. Her eyes were closed and streams of sweat moistened her forehead and dampened her black hair.

Ethan Robbins sat on the bed corner, his hand rubbing his cock with force and speed. 

Mrs. Lopez lay gaping on the bed, seeking oxygen. Richard tried to evaluate the damage to his back, using the facing mirrors. The man still had that impossible erection. He took off the condom and rolled another one, jumped right off the bed and positioned himself behind Ruth. Was I imagining things or had the bastard just winked at me?

"You like her, don't you?" Richard said to the wrong mirror. "So this one is especially for you, coffee fag." He poured gel on his erect member, positioned himself at Ruth's rear entrance and shoved hard. 

"Ohhhh." Ruth moaned.

"Don't stop talking." Jasmine whispered. "What happened?" 

"I'm... I'm." 

Richard synchronized with Jasmine's thrusts. That impossible cock of his sunk deep into my queen of hearts bottom, while my boss penetrated her pussy. They stood so close to me I could see every inch of both cocks as they slowly slithered inside Ruth's perfect body. Jasmine's cock came out covered with sticky love juices. Ruth rose on a wave of ecstasy with each thrust. Higher and higher. Her thighs were wet from her own nectar. She rose and fell. Each time Richard's huge cock buried itself until his pubic hair caressed her shaped ass. Where was all that length going to? Each time she was squashed between them. Like a porcelain doll wedged between two adult bodies.

"Say you love me, Ian." Jasmine whispered.

"I.. I."

"Say it!" 

"I love you, Jasmine." 

"Like you mean it."

"I love you." I almost shouted.

"Oh god yes, Ian." Jasmine started thrusting fast. Richard didn't hold back, meeting each thrust by a powerful lunge of his own. 

"Oh god, I'm coming." Jasmine shouted. Ruth hugged her hard using her legs and lowered Jasmine's head onto hers. Their lips welded in a long loving kiss, just as Jasmine sent her baby making liquid, deep inside Ruth's womb. Richard lasted for a few more penetrations, and then he made a sort of squeaking duck sound and pulled out his soft member.

"Who's Ian?" Ethan Robbins was still working on his erection. "You keep calling his name."

"He's the guy whose gonna screw you up." I told Jasmine through her earphones. "I know the inns and the outs. VDFCom, the French company, signed last week a new American partner. I'll let you guess whom."

"Come on, Ian, I'm not in the mood for riddles." Jasmine was breathing hard.

"I'll give you a hint. She's a fatty, she's a lawyer and she is currently lying on your bed, regaining herself after a massive orgasm." 

"I'm all ears." Jasmine wiped the sweat from her forehead. "Wait a second, I'm coming. I'd like to see it myself."

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"Oh dios mio." Mrs. Lopez moaned. She stood with her hands tied above her head. The rope linked to a chain attached securely to a ring up in the wall. Richard skewered her from behind using long methodical strokes. He licked her ear and whispered encouraging words. With each thrust her huge buttocks quivered, sending waves through the folds of her massive body. 

"Don't lean too much, I'm not sure the ring can handle your weight, Sofia." Jasmine said. 

The lawyer paid her no heed. All traces of civility and timidness stripped. It was actually Mrs. Lopez's idea to try the bondage theme and so far, she was savoring every second of it. 

"Your turn for something special, Ethan." Jasmine smiled at GeoMatrix CTO. 

"I can't wait." 

"Close your eyes, it's a surprise." 

Ethan complied. There was a metallic buzz as Jasmine attached two metal handcuffs to both of Ethan's wrists.

"Kinky." Ethan said.

"Wait, don't open yet, you'll spoil the fun." Jasmine flipped Ethan on his stomach and quickly attached his hands to the bedpost.

"Hey, that's extremely kinky." Ethan said, but to my ears he sounded less his cocky usual self. "What's next?"

"A story." Jasmine said.

"I hope there's a lot of sex in it." Ethan said.

"Well, someone in it does try to screw everyone else. Listen carefully." Jasmine attached another handcuff to Ethan's left leg and secured it to the bedpost. "It's about a hostile takeover of a stumbling mega software firm. Simple, by the book, the bidder uses proxies to buy shares of the software firm. Nothing big, small amounts at a time. But the stocks don't go down enough, despite the shitty annual reports and the looming recession, so the takeover fails." Jasmine secured Ethan's right leg. "The bidder's CTO devises a plan."

"Look, Jasmine—"

"Shhhhh." Jasmine took the bottle of gel and squeezed it on her cock. "He will use one of the software firm's managers. Preferably a new manager, ambitious and eager to prove herself. Let's call her Jasmine, or maybe we should call her patsy? As bait is going to use a real fat juicy worm, a videoconference contract worth millions of dollars."

"Ok, this has gone far enough." Ethan said.

"You think? Anyway, everyone swallows the bait. The poor manager thinks she's bribing the CTO while the poor sucker actually helps selling her firm at the price of nothing. The market fills with bogus rumors of the upcoming deal and the software firm stocks skyrocket, despite poor performance." 

"Let me out this instant." Ethan cried. "Mrs. Lopez."

"Oh dios mio." Mrs. Lopez moaned in response.

"Once the news hit the market, that the Four hundred eighty million dollars deal is a dead horse, the software firm share value will plummet. It would dive so low, a hostile takeover is going to be a walk in the park. GeoMatrix is going to buy the sucker managers' firm for peanuts. But that's just half the story, wanna hear more?"




My Hermaphrodite Boss Pt. 05b



"Untie me this instance."

"Shudup. There is much more as the Four hundred eighty million dollars contract is actually real. GeoMatrix needs those videoconference endpoints and MCUs. Therefore, the CTO chooses a small French firm called VDFCom with annual revenues of twenty million. This could be the end of it but the CTO, let's call him Ethan, shall we? Well, he is greedy as they come. He decides to buy tons of the French firm stocks, knowing that following the mega-deal, those stocks will skyrocket. However, he can't do it himself, using inside information is still an offense in both the USA and France. He needs an outside proxy unrelated to his firm. Enters a fat lawyer." 

"Do me, Richard, Do me." Mrs. Lopez screamed 

"She owns a small yet successful office in NY and she is just as greedy as the CTO. Together with VDFCom , the French firm, they devise a plan. The CTO promises VDFCom a fat, Four hundred eighty million dollars contract. The fat lawyer will enter as partner to VDFCom in return for a huge amount of shares, currently worthless. When news of the Mega deal break, and VDFCom shares touch the sky, the lawyer and the CTO will secretly share the profits. On a humble assessment I'd say eight million euro each." 

"Look Jasmine, I didn't –" 

"You didn't what?" 

"You don't have proof."

"No kidding. I'll come visit you and Mrs. Lopez in jail." Jasmine rubbed the blue gel on her cock. She then squeezed the tube over Ethan Robins' butt. 

"What the hell are you doing?" Ethan shouted.

"Thought you can screw me, didn't you?" Jasmine climbed the bed between Ethan's spread thighs. 

"Look, It's true I haven't been totally honest. However, we can still cut a nice deal; you and I. Sofia will tag along with any decision I'll make. Look, come tomorrow to my office and we can discuss this, I'm sure we can settle." 

"I want to settle right now or my friends at the Securities and Exchange Commission get a phone call."

"Jasmine, this is hardly appropriate." Ethan squirmed as much as the handcuffs allowed him. "I don't feel this is—"

Jasmine lunged between Ethan legs, burying her monster cock to the hilt in the white butt of GeoMatrix CTO. Ethan scream went through the roof. "You don't feel, eh? I bet you felt that one really good." 

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"All considered it went better than we thought." Jasmine pulled the champagne cork and it flew in the air. Ruth ducked. Lucky for her, because the missile missed her by an inch.

"Generally speaking, things have gone about as far as they can possibly go, when things have gotten about as bad as they can reasonably get." I always go back to Stoppard, because, well, because I'm a geek, no way around it.

"Bad? We just saved our company, won a mega-contract and evaded a hostile takeover. Pretty good for a single night work."

Myself, Ruth and Jasmine were relaxing in Jasmine's living room after Ethan Robbins left. Sofia Lopez and Richard went home hand in hand. Well, they probably did not go back home, a hotel more likely and Actually, Ethan, limped home rather than walked. It was right after a phone conference, in which he convinced GeoMatrix board to forgo the deal with VDFCom and the takeover and stick to a new contract with our company. It was easier than I thought it would be. Apparently, the suckers were just a Rubber Stamp. Ethan Robbins was the one making the shots.

"He can still press charges, you know." I said. "It's not like he has a Korean girlfriend you can hold hostage or threaten to deport."

"He wont." Jasmine put on a red silk robe over her naked form and poured the bubbly drink into three decorated glasses. "The thought of going to jail scares the shit out of the gutless coward. Even if he can evade going to prison he still needs to explain to his wife and kids what he has been doing at my bedroom in the first place. I told him I have pictures he can show them, in case he lacks in descriptive skills."

"That was fun." Ruth said. "I'm a bit sore, but still, if you have plans for the rest of the night, count me in."

"Me and Jasmine are gonna rob a Federal Bank. Wanna join?" I said

"I'm beat." Jasmine said. "I'm planning on a daring killer cappuccino, a thorough body massage and a warm cuddle."

"That would be a first." I said 

"I sure can use both." Ruth said. "If Ian doesn't mind, that is." 

"Our hero?" Jasmine blew me a kiss gulped the champagne in one go. "I'm sure he wouldn't. It's not like he's done anything except sitting on his butt."

"You don't know just how taxing brainwork is." I said.

"Well that's too bad." Ruth said. "I figured you wouldn't mind a little reward."

"A what?"

Ruth sipped her glass, as if she was born with it in her hand. She might have fooled me if I haven't seen her performing just an hour ago. "Jasmine hired my services for the entire night. I figured, you, her and me, could go back to the bedroom for a ménage à trois. Unless of course you're too tired." She touched me lightly on my shoulder.

"I'd rather not." I said in a small voice.

"What?" I think Ruth and Jasmine said it together.

"It's... Don't be offended Ruth. I don't think you can be more sexy. It's not that I don't want to, it's just that I'd rather not sleep with someone just because she has to, not because she wants to. And I'm not criticizing or anything, Ruth."

Ruth lowered her glass and gave me a smile that melted my heart. "In that case, you shouldn't worry for a second." She moved, no that would hardly describe it, she flowed, I swear she did. Before I knew what was happening her cherry lips were a centimeter from mine, her lithe figure warm and melting on my own aching body. She waited. Her hand touched my hair and trailed a line on my temple and cheek. Her tongue darted out and touched my lips. "You're sweet." She said in a low voice. 

I had a fleeting thought of a skinny Korean girl in tight jeans frowning at me. But I'm only human. I leaned forward and tasted her lips. 

The world slowed. 

Oh my god, but I'll never again look at a cherry without thinking of Ruth's lips. I think I understood at that moment why Samson put up with all the shit Delilah fed him and why King David sent Bathsheva's husband to die in a war. Ruth allowed me to taste her for a few moments and then opened her teeth, just a tiny bit, setting free her little cat tongue. I felt her exploring my mouth, tasting, snapping, flirting with my amazed tongue. 

Oh god I wanted to feel every inch of that amazing creature. I pulled back. "You're beautiful." My voice was hoarse with lust. I started kissing her shoulder line like a man possessed. Ruth sighed and arched her neck, allowing me access to the alluring crevice just below her invisible Adam apple. 

"What the fuck?" Jasmine screamed somewhere in the distance. 

A vise like grip closed on my shoulder and pulled me hard. I winced from the pain and blinked stupidly at my assailant. Jasmine face was hot crimson, I've never seen her so mad.

"What do you think you're fucking doing?" 

"Me?" 

"Both of you." She shouted. 

"A threesome?"

"That looks like a twosome for me if I've ever seen one. I'm gonna kill both of you."

"You fucking lost it Jasmine," I said. "I don't get you. I have no idea what is it you want from me or what on earth she did to you."

"You just waited for a chance to get your hands on that whore. I saw the way you looked at her from the moment she arrived." 

"Even if it was true, I don't see how it is your fucking business." I shouted.

"Everything about it is my fucking business." She slammed her fist on the living room table, sending champagne glasses flying. 

"I think I'll leave now." Ruth said in a cold voice.

"I think you should." Jasmine's voice was a hundred degrees colder. 

Ruth rose and picked up her small purse by the door. She took out a small card, scribbled something fast and pushed it into my hand. 

Jasmine pushed the remote. "Get the fuck out of my house." 

Ruth gave my boss a stern look, and then she kissed me lightly on the cheek before going out the door without a single word or looking back. 

"Very classy, Jasmine." I said. "Makes one wonder how come you have so many good friends." I looked at the card. It was a picture of beautiful cherry lips over a cherry blossom. An escort service card. But on the back side was a personal cell phone number, scribbled in hand writing. 

"Give me that." Jasmine snatched the card from my grip. "She is a whore, a hooker, she fucks people for money." 

"That doesn't sound so bad compared to some. At least she doesn't intimidate, extort, kidnap and rape people."

"What happened to – I've got a girlfriend?" Jasmine said in a high squeaky voice. "I can't cheat on her. I'm a care bear, my heart is so fucking pure." She strode determined to the kitchen.

I looked at the open door. For a few moments I hesitated then I sighed and followed her to the kitchen. I managed to arrive just in time to see the remains of Ruth's card burning over the stove. 

"Oh, that was just so mature of you."

"Shut the fuck up." Her lower cheek was trembling and I noticed tears forming on the corner of her eye.

"God, you're... Oh just forget it." I waved my hand in dismissal. "I'm too tired. Look, don't cry, that's not fair, I can't..."

"I'm not fucking crying." A huge tear left a wet trail down her cheek.

I went up to her and placed my hand on her arm. She pulled back. "Look, Jasmine let's just... Let's just forget about it and go to bed. You always do."

"I always do what?"

"Forget about it." I sighed. "It doesn't matter. Friday I go back home and everything is going back to the way it used to be."

She looked at me. Her face had that little girl look that I now called "the 'it' look". "I thought you liked it here."

"I do. I like doing nothing all-day except exercising and cooking. And disturbing as it may sound I like being with you."

"Why, thank you sweetheart." 

"That is when you don't behave like the mayor of Bitchtown."

"Fuck you and your cat." 

"I've got a life, girlfriend, family, friends. A life."

Her face was becoming red again "Your ass is still mine. Just cause I've been easy on you for the past few days, doesn't mean we can't go back to how it was a week ago."

"You want that?"

"Just watch me. I ain't your fucking girlfriend I'm your boss."

"So typical. When in doubt, always go back to the secure boss vs. employee thing. Let Ian remember he's at the bottom of the food chain. You know what I think?"

"I couldn't care less."

"I think you don't allow people in your life because you're afraid of a situation where you wouldn't be in full control. You're in a panic at the thought of being vulnerable, even for a second. You prefer to keep everyone at a safe professional distance."

"Thank you very much, Dr. Phil, but I think I'll wait for your prognosis version that comes on soft paper." Her fist clenched. 

"Before you hit me-"

"You're this close." She made a sign between her index finger and her thumb, the margin invisible to the naked eye. "Like I said, we can go back to what it's been like, a week ago."

"Well you can't, not anymore."

"Just watch me." She shouted.

"You can't because tonight I've uploaded everything we did into my own private network, way out of anyone's reach. Everything, that's including a hot sex movie, starring Jasmine Richardson and Ethan Robbins, fresh out of your bedroom. Oh, and I attached all the incriminating files. I've collected enough material to cause serious damage to Ethan, Mrs. Lopez and yourself."

"Oh, so my little bunny has grown claws now."

"I had an excellent teacher." I hate it when she smiles like that. It reminds me of a great white shark smiling.

"You think you can beat me at my own game?"

"I don't want to." I raised my hands. "Jesus, why don't you get it? I don't want to hurt you."

"Too late for that."

"I don't want to ruin you. I don't hate you. But tonight I've violated several federal laws and thought nothing of it. I almost, ok that's a lie, I cheated on my girlfriend and thought nothing of it. Me, I did it. I never cross the street if the light is red, I never drive over the speed limit. I'm growing into something like, like..."

"Like me." Jasmine said quietly.

"You said it. No fear, no regrets. I hate what's becoming of me."

"What's so bad in being on top for once? Does it really feel so bad?"

"You're hopeless."

"I don't wish for you to get hurt either," Jasmine stroke my cheek gently. "I care for you too. A lot, in case you didn't notice."

"Look, Jasmine, you had your fun with me. I'll be the first to admit I had my share too. But you're thirty six."

"What's my age got to do with anything?"

"You're thirty six, you're beautiful, you're rich and successful and smart. You're well educated, you're a good conversationalist and you're funny. This-" I pointed at her and then at me. "Doesn't make any sense. I'm seven years younger, my head reaches your shoulder, I earn in a year what you make in a week. We don't match. You got to find someone your own level. You should. Men would stand in line."

"Yeah, right."

"You prefer our kind of arrangement because it makes you feel safe." I closed my hand gently on her fist but she pulled it away. "What can Ian do except be a little bunny? Fluffy and harmless. You're afraid a relationship on equal terms would be too painful."

"It always is." She shouted.

"But that's a chance people take."

Jasmine placed her fist centimeters from my nose, her face a mask of agony. "That's the last time you allow yourself..." She started pacing up and down the kitchen. "Never assume you know me or what I've been through. Never try to get inside my head because- Fuck it. I want you out of my house." 

"What?"

"You heard me, pack your stuff. It's late now, by tomorrow I want you gone. I never want to see your face in here again. I .. Oh, fuck that." She ran out of the kitchen sobbing. 

The lady extorted me, caused my girlfriend's mom to be arrested, threatened to ruin my life, humiliated me, raped my ass, coerced me, and that's just on the day when I met her. So why the hell am I feeling like the greatest scumbag alive?



My Hermaphrodite Boss Pt. 06



That night I slept on the sofa. Well, sleep had a little part in it. The sofa designer probably aimed for impressed nods from sophisticated wannabes and little else. I was too nervous to sleep anyways. I dragged myself downstairs and slouched down in Marsha, which is a 24h joint that serves an impossible mishmash of Irish, British, Italian and seafood, shitty coffee on the side. I let the clock crawl while gazing at the night people, guessing their life stories. The sad looking Brooklyn girl in the stylish suit that kept glancing my way from the bar, maybe hoping I'll buy her a drink. The white haired army rags hobo leaning against the window frame, singing to himself like an endless loop application code. "Buy you a Chevrolet give it some of your love." The young pair of gay lovers in the table next to mine, each in turn laughing aloud at every sentence coming out of their partner's mouth.

I was certain that at any moment, a wise stranger sounding a lot like Morgan Freeman, would sit himself next to me and solve all my problems using some deep bullshit like "be decent." God, I was aching to talk to my father. I picked up the cell phone.

"Ian?" a sleepy voice from the other side.

"Hey, love."

"What time is it?"

"Three thirty."

"No shit."

"Sorry about waking you up."

"What's wrong?"

"No, no, I'm fine. I just needed to hear your voice."

"At three thirty."

"I... I'm fine, Sue."

"You don't sound fine."

"I'm just a little needy, tonight." And I wanted to talk to someone sane and normal who doesn't do orgies and extortion. "Everyone OK over there?"

"Sure. Mom is afraid of going out, but that's understandable. Your boss called today."

"Jasmine? What for?" I tried to control my voice.

Sue yawned on the other side of the line. "I don't know really, she's weird."

"What? What did she say?"

"She asked about our relationship, in a by and by sort of way, but she was nosy. If I hadn't known she's one of them Hermaphro freaks I would have guessed there is something going on between you two."

She's not a freak she's a person.

"Ian, you there?"

"I'm coming home tomorrow."

There was a pause on her side.

"I figured we can go alone for a weekend up north to Vancouver, you and me," I said. "You wanted that for some time."

"Oh, that's great, sweetie. Look, I'm half asleep and I don't know what I'm saying. I'll talk to you tomorrow."

"Sure."

"Bye."

"Bye love." But she already hung the phone.

And I told Jasmine just a week ago that my life is perfect just the way it is. My life is in shambles. Most of it due an immature and egoistic seven-foot lady.

I paid my tab and strode back to the apartment. Tonight's deeds bubbled in my head. Ruth, Ethan, the GeoMatrix contract and my quarrel with Jasmine. I've let Jasmine catch a glimpse of herself in the mirror tonight, and maybe stirred some bolts in the rusty machine she uses for conscience. I think honesty is overrated, consider how much most people appreciate hearing the ugly truth.

Yet for the first time I have found the balls to stand my ground against my boss and lived to tell the hemaphrotale. If anything, a week with Jasmine rubbed onto me some of her 'piss on everyone and set the rest on fire' attitude. I wasn't terrified of her anymore. Time I faced her like a man; she had to listen to my wake up call, go to therapy, get a life and get the fuck out of mine.

I marched into Jasmine's bedroom, full of evangelic light. She was way deep into the land of 'tall women dreams'. Since I wasn't there, she was hugging the pillow, her thumb in her mouth. Innocence and beauty, and the beast that lurked within. Her makeup was smeared all over, as she didn't bother to take it off. It looked like she has been crying for hours before she fell asleep. I silently closed the door and tiptoed back to the couch where at last exhaustion overtook inconvenience.

Maybe because I was so aching to talk to him I dreamed of my dad. We were on the Vera -- his gill-netter he named after my mom. I was, as was always the case, at the helm and he was, as was always the case, perched like a smug pelican on the starboard gunwale, smoking a Cuban which mom never allowed him within the house.

"I miss you," I said.

"She loves you," he said.

"Who does?"

"Stop pretending, grow up," he said. "I'm talking about Jasmine."

"I don't think she knows what it means. She has as much notion of relationship as a gold fish has notion of driving the school bus."

"Love is not relationship."

"Look, dad, people are just tools for that woman. I'm like one of her sex toys, except that she can't stick me in her bedroom closet with the rest."

He blew a ring of smelly smoke and offered me a cigar. As always, I declined.

"She thinks I owe her something? Love? If anything I owe her a thirty eight caliber through her forehead. Abuse, kidnapping, extortion, rape. Even if I could put it aside, and I can't, I owe her nothing."

"You buy her orthopedic shoes," my dad looked thoughtful, as was always the case. "You ask her how her day was, and you cook delicacies especially for her. She's not used to that. You're building her expectations."

"She's confusing kindness with something else?"

"What do you think?"

"All I wanted was to show her a different interaction between adults. You've seen what happened when I told her caring for someone means giving no more than you are willing while expecting nothing in return. She almost wet herself. Her version of relationship is grab all you can before the other fucker does. "

"Don't swear."

"Sorry, dad."

"You know I'm not really your dad, just a manifestation of that oversized conscience of yours."

"I wish you were."

"I'll call you sport, if it will help."

"Not really."

"You're such a nerd, Ian."

"What?"

I woke out at nine thirty. My neck sent me painful messages and my back muscles wept from the horrible couch. I was sweaty and scratchy, since the bathroom was attached to Jasmine's bedroom and I didn't wish to wake her last night. The house was silent to the point of uneasiness. It was strange waking up without Jasmine's wet lips on my cheeks and neck and her 'Hey, Ian, let's do it like they do on the discovery channel on the new kitchen table. Last one there makes cappuccino.' At which point she would wrap me in the blanket and run on her gazelle legs, filling the hallways with her morning mirth. I sighed, rolled, picked up the phone and started dialing her office then I put it down again, picked it up, dialed three digits, then stopped.

What the fuck am I doing? I was free. After three weeks of mental and physical slavery, I was free as a Mongolian rider on the Steppe (poor, unwashed and unemployed, yet free). Somehow, I didn't feel so much like opening a Champaign bottle. Instead of packing my stuff and getting the hell out of prison, I went into the kitchen, made myself a strong black and raided the fridge for yesterday leftovers. I was on my second cup when my mobile started playing Alice Cooper's 'Poison'. It was Jasmine. I stared at the screen, my thumb hovered above the answer button, touched it, but didn't press. I should just flush the mobile down the toilet get myself a new one with a new number. Maybe I should just buy myself a new life, away from Jasmine and everything that goes with her? I disconnected the call, then the doorbell chimed.

The black woman standing at the doorway looked a bit like Marion Jones' taller sister. Pretty round face, broad shoulders, thin springy muscles everywhere and legs that start in Alaska and end somewhere near Hawaii or the other way round. She wore a black trench coat and carried a heavy looking suitcase in her right hand.

"Hello." She had a light British accent and her voice was familiar but I failed to nail it to the unfamiliar features.

"Hi," I said. "Jasmine is not here, she's already gone to work."

She smiled, not the best set of teeth I ever saw. "I know she did, Ian."

You seem to know an awful lot. "Is it stamped on my forehead? Cause I don't recall..."

"Nothing to recall," She strode right in and patted me on the head. "Yet."

"You're Jasmine's friend from the ICE. Noel... no! Nadine."

"She told me you were bright."

Is it just me or the Hermaphrodite race is composed of cocky, overconfident, in your face kinds of bitches? "Should I call Jasmine back? It's not like her to forget a meeting," I said.

Nadine took off a large butterfly clasp and allowed her blond dyed hair to fall around her shoulders. "With whom do I need to sleep to get something to drink around here?"

"There's an old couple down the hall who might take you on."

"Sweet."

"I'm in the kitchen fixing breakfast, if you care to join I can make you a Cappuccino."

"Scotch, straight."

"Life on the edge, I see." I went to Jasmine's bar and pulled out a bottle of Johnny Walker.

"No ice, dumbo."

She and Jasmine even share the same dialog book. "Why pray tell?"

"Ice is for wankers. Savvy?"

"So deep, yet so intriguing."

Nadine sat herself and I made a show of dragging my chair to the opposite side of the kitchen table. She rested her calves on another chair pillow and leaned back with a sigh. I kept sneaking peeks at her legs. They were a nice pair, long, smooth, brown chocolate hue and her black high boots added a lot to the overall leg scene. She took the glass in one healthy sip and poured another.

"So how long have you known Jasmine?" I asked.

"What's that?" She pointed at the table.

"That's called Bansh, it's a Mongolian dumpling. Usually it's taken with a soup but we're fresh out of soup." And the chef was told to fuck off.

"Looks like a clam made of goo." She took a bite. "And tastes like crap."

"Well, me and the rest of the dung beetles, back home, practically grew on it."

"I'll just go for the doughnuts."

"They're not doughnuts, they're Mongolian Boortsog. Give it a touch of some honey before you take a chaw."

Nadine sniffed at the Boortsog and made a face. "Jasmine lets you to cook eastern crap?"

"Allows? Since Saturday, she's gained three extra Boortsog pounds. I'm trying to convince her to cut down."

She dipped her knife in the honey jar and excreted a generous portion. She began smearing it on a Boortsog and then simply wrapped her lips around the knife and sucked. "I've known Jasmine since college," she suddenly said.

I bet it was on a 'How to make your subordinate lose his will to live' course.

"She was just kicked out of Princeton for breaking her dean's nose," Nadine said.

"Well, the years didn't improve on the short fuse problem, just the subtlety."

"A virgin when I met her, can you believe it?" Nadine said.

"Nah, we must be talking someone different."

"Sure, twenty two and a virgin."

"Jasmine, like in 'I have more libido than the Minnesota Vikings and Tiger Woods combined', Jasmine. Virgin at twenty two?"

"I didn't come here to toss out fond memories." Nadine sent an arm decorated with too many bracelets and touched my lips. She had a pleasant faint smell of Maple Syrup. I pulled back.

"Yeah, I fondly remember the obscene phone call from the car."

"If I recall, you were giving Jasmine a music lesson on her skin flute." Nadine smiled.

"Let's not go there," I said, "that's a bottom without a pit."

"I myself am tone deaf," Her chair screeched as she dragged it until she was sitting next to me. "But I'm more than willing to dip my wick in that bottom. Savvy?"

"Rrrrrright." I tried to edge away. "Look, Jasmine and me, sort of had a fight. So, to cut a short story even shorter, basically Jasmine told me yesterday to piss off, like they say on your side of the Atlantic."

"I'm from Jersey." Nadine placed her hand around my waist and pulled me near. Her other hand tousled my hair. "Have you ever been with someone like me?"

Black? Nymph with a cock? Bitch from hell? Woman who thinks Jack Sparrow is cool? Four out of four, you scary woman.

Her hand slid under my butt and cupped my bottom.

I sprung out of my chair. "Ok, then, so you see, I already overstayed my welcome. Half an hour from now I would have been gone."

"Lucky me."

"Any sort of deal you've cut you'll have to take it to Jasmine."

"Or we can just forget about the self centered bitch, go someplace nice together where we can tear the mattress till there are cracks in the walls."

"Go start the car, I'll be right with you."

Nadine picked the knife from the jar and started licking the dull edge. Her tongue slithered skillfully up and down the ridge.

"That's really gross when you stick the knife that visited your mouth back in the jar." I tried to straiten my hair back. Three weeks ago Nadine's Libido would have sent me running for the hills with my tail between my legs. Now it was just another day at work. "There's something that's really bugging me, Nadine. I know I'm not an ape, some girls even say I'm hot. But you're the second hermaphrodite who treats me like I'm Ben Affleck's more attractive brother."

"Deep blue oriental eyes, blond spikes and brown skin. You're in the middle."

"In the middle of what?"

"Pretty as the prettiest girls, but defiantly a male all over. Savvy?" Nadine started unbuttoning her trench coat.

"You're not naked underneath?"

"Of course not, what do you take me for? Come here, I want you sitting in my lap."

"The delicate fine art of slow seduction, you and Jasmine should give courses. Look, I'm sorry to spoil your fantasies but I really should be leaving now."

"You don't know what you're missing."

"I'm torn. On the surface there's this stoic mask, but deep inside I'm really torn to pieces."

"And you're flippant. Jasmine did a lousy job training you. What do you say we do it here on the kitchen table?"

"I'll pass." And send my regards to Norman Bates.

"Once you try black, you never go back."

"Right, I'll be taking a shower, you just sit and figure out some other clichés you might wanna... ahem, toss out, like you said. There's a nice place down the street called Marsha's that's great for pondering."

"I'll wait here, Jasmine wouldn't mind."

"They got London Fog week, Black Pudding at half a price."

"I'm from Jersey, and I'm waiting here, you cheeky git."

I thought I should press the point, then figured it was not my fucking problem and left her to sit, ripen and rot for all I cared, while I took a shower. I turned on the hot water and allowed the hot-pressured spray wash all my worries down the drain. Not my fucking problem, that's another idiom I learned from my new boss. I sighed, wrapped a towel around my waist, picked up the bedroom phone and dialed.

"Jasmine Richardson's office."

"Hey Diana, can I talk to my boss?"

"Ian? It's you? What happened? I heard you got hospitalized." She sounded really cheerful about the prospect.

"I wasn't, I was in Miami that's all. Can I talk to Jasmine?"

"I heard you had a nervous breakdown and had to go in a mental hospital."

"Well, you never were a good listener. Diana, can I talk-."

"She's busy."

"Diana, I'm taking the call." I heard Jasmine's stern voice.

"Hi," she said.

I was ready for an antipathetic 'What do you want?' or something along those lines. However, her simple, 'hi', had all the friendliness and shyness of someone who tries to make amends.

"I'm so glad you called back," she said.

"I didn't, I just-."

"Wait a second. Just give me a chance to finish what I have to say to you." Her voice sounded stressful; devoid of all its usual false smugness and bravado. But Jasmine wasn't exactly below faking distress for empathy.

"Ok."

"Where are you right now?"

"I'm in your bedroom, packing." I pulled my suitcase out of Jasmine's closet and started throwing my staff inside.

"Wait, please wait."

"What for?"

"Can you at least wait till I get home? We're gonna sign the Geomatrix contract in an hour and then I'll get right back."

"You're asking me to stay? Not threatening to dip my mother in molten lava unless I stay? Because if you're afraid I'll use the files I uploaded last night, then you can start breathing again. I'm not gonna threaten, extort or do anything else. I'm not like you, Jasmine."

"Look, Ian, you can't use those files, you got your fingertips all over the Geomatrix servers breach. It doesn't matter, I'm not going to threaten you ever again."

"Yeah, right."

"When in the last twelve hours have you become such a prick? Can't you at least give me the benefit of a doubt?"

"Ok." I sighed.

"Yesterday I was too furious to think, but I've been sitting in my office for the last couple of hours and... Well, you're right."

"Huh?"

"My life is a dichotomy. Either at the bottom or at the top, there was never an equilibrium. When I was young, I felt like a princess trapped in a pit, waiting for something to happen. I'm not gonna whine or anything, you know I'm not... But you have no clue how cruel people can be to someone like me."

"I ran into some of that."

"So you do have a clue. Then at college everything changed."

"You met Nadine?" I said.

"Yeah, how...? "

"An educated guess, go on."

"Nadine showed me the other side of the coin. She changed my perception and gave me the tools to... well, to be what I am right now. But you're right, I never had what you call a normal relationship, something, well, similar to what we had in the last couple of days. But I want to."

What we had was as normal as Jack Nicolson in the second part of the Shining, yet I was not going to spill the water along with the baby. "That's... Actually that's great." I tried what I hoped was my most encouraging tone. "Half the way to solving a problem lies in admitting you have one."

"Don't be a condescending prick."

"I'm not, it's pretty amazing. I keep looking behind my shoulder waiting for you to appear and say -- 'made you look.'."

Jasmine laughed on the other side of the line.

"No kidding, sorry, that's really amazing."

"I'm sorry I yelled at you last night."

"Who are you and what did you do with Jasmine?"

"I'm giving it my best shot. You have no clue how hard it was for me to say what I just said."

"What was it?" I said.

"Asshole." She laughed. "So, what do you say?"

"About what?"

"I want that equal relationship; I want what we had for the last week to continue."

"You want a relationship? You mean, with me?"

"No, with the pope and princess D, whom else did you figure, dummy?"

"Jasmine I-"

"Wait, you gave me a taste of how it's supposed to be and I can't, I wont, go back to a life without Boortsog." She laughed.

"Do you have any idea how insane that sounds?"

"Ok, I'll cut down on Boortsog."

"Jasmine, three weeks ago you invited me here for a job interview, you don't even recall what happened that night?"

"I wish I could turn back the clock."

"I thought regret was only for losers like me?"

"Ian, I'm trying... I want to change...I'm honestly sorry."

"Well, if you're sorry, that changes everything. I mean, you raped me, sent my girlfriend's mom to be deported, humiliated me, threatened me and made me into a sex toy, but if you're sorry then I guess I'll just have to dump my entire life and come rushing into your arms so we can live happily ever after."

"Ian."

"Jasmine, you're in need of help, serious help. You need to see someone professional. I'm packing my stuff and I won't be coming back, ever, here or to work, I quit, you hear me?"

"Ian, please. How can you be so fucking...? Why did you call me back then?"

"So fucking what?"

"Cruel."

"Me? God almighty. Your nut-job of a girlfriend, Nadine, is in the kitchen, waiting for you. That's why I called, to ask you if I should kick her out or let her stay."




My Hermaphrodite Boss Pt. 06



"Nadine is there?" The panic I felt in her voice made my hair stand on the back of my neck. "How the hell did she get in?"

"Like most people do, through the door."

"Ian, listen to me very carefully. Drop everything that you're doing, forget about packing, get out of the house right now."

"What?"

"The woman is mental, that's not a figure of speech, she spent three years in mental care for assault-"

The line went dead.

"You know what they do with snitches where I come from?" The ripped telephone cord was in her left and the bread knife in her right. Nadine took off her trench coat and was most defiantly not naked underneath, but I wished she were.

"Big on the black animal skin theme, are we? You forgot the whip." I said.

"Like it?"

"I'm not into Sado-maso-whatever or anything like that, but I've got to say that's pretty hot." Nadine wore a one-piece black dress that had more cleavage than leather and was cut so low I could tell she was circumcised. Like Jasmine, she had a tight figure, something to do with Hermaphrodite metabolism. She was far less curvy, though, meaning she was right down my ally minus the problematic over the edge personality and extreme height.

Nadine sat on the bed and patted the silk sheets. "Come here, beautiful."

"Nope."

"Don't make me come over to you."

"Jasmine got the message that you're here, she's probably on her way."

"She'll mount her white horse and gallop to the rescue of prince charming?"

"She told me she's on her way."

"Liar, liar, butt on fire. Your boss told me she's signing a huge contract today. I'm afraid you're on you own, sweetheart. Come here, I won't ask thrice." Nadine sentence ended with a growl.

"Look, you demented bitch, I'm a MCMAP expert, I don't want ---"

The woman must have been a running back in college, either that or she was a steam train in a past life. At least that's how it felt like when she slammed into me. I hit Jasmine's side mirror like a Tomahawk missile. Glass flew all over the place and I landed inside the small secret room I used for a front seat view over yesterday evening's drama. My head slammed into the camera tripod and the entire structure collapsed on top of me. It gave me a nice dent on the old skull, but was somewhat lucky as it protected my body from most of the shrapnel. I opened my mouth like a fish on land, desperately trying to refill my lungs. Wham! Nadine changed her occupation to kicker, my stomach was the ball.

"Demented bitch?" She gave me another vicious kick. Despite the heavy ringing in my ears I could tell she didn't sound furious or even angry, which was even scarier.

"Me, demented?" Kick. "Impulsive, defiantly." Her fist connected with my jaw. Hello teeth.. "Overreacting, probably." She grabbed my hair and slammed my head hard. "Addicted to Super Mario, perhaps." Another kick. "But demented? Moi?"

My hand searched blindly on the floor and closed on a piece of mirror glass. Ignoring the pain caused by it's sharp edges, I raised the makeshift weapon and sunk it deep in her calf.

Nadine screamed like an enraged, well, hermaphrodite. Her heel rose and landed hard on my fingers and I heard a sickening crack. She jumped on my stomach, placed her hands on my neck and pressed.

My airway was blocked and panic overtook reason. I tried to slap her off me, but she just leaned and pressed harder. My vision started fading.

"On your feet, Marine, On your feet." I heard Thomas Bukausky's, aka Sergeant Pain's, frightening call reaching out from the sandy training yard on Parris Island.

I crossed my arms on my chest and trapped Nadine's arms below them. I used my elbows on her forearms to apply pressure, while kicking with my heel at her side. Nadine kicked back with her left but moved her body to the right. I turned my head quickly to the left and swiveled my hips to the right. My leg rose and hooked around her neck. I pressed with everything I had and rolled. She snarled in frustration as she suddenly found herself below me, her left arm locked between my legs and arms. I fell backward with her arm still held tight and my legs around her neck, receiving another scream, this time it was pain. Nadine rolled back into the bedroom and jumped on her feet. Having learned her lesson, she didn't charge me. Instead, she stepped back and blocked my path to the door.

"You remind me very much of Jasmine on her first lesson." She smiled.

"How's the arm, bitch?"

"How's yours?"

I tried moving my right hand fingers, only the thumb and the index finger complied. "I probably won't be jerking off much in the near future."

She blew me a kiss. "I'll do it for you, beautiful."

Keeping one eye on my assailant, I bent and picked up the ruined camera from the floor.

"Want me to pose?" Nadine pouted her lips.

"Sure." I stepped over to the bed, ignoring a sharp piece of glass that wedged itself in my naked heel. I picked up the remote with my ruined hand and pressed the button. The bedroom door opened.

"You still have to go through me, little bunny."

"What did you call me?"

"You're a fluffy, cute, sexy, powerless, bunny."

I threw the camera at her leering face and ran through the secret door I just opened, into the Gym room, slamming it behind my back. Nadine snarled as she bumped into the closed door.

I leaned on the weight-lifting shelf and heaved, my stomach felt like Nadine was still using it for soccer practice and I vomited some breakfast mixed with blood. My head was trying to take a deep dive but I didn't have the luxury of time for fainting. I sat down and cursed the inventor of glass as I pulled tiny mirror slivers from my bleeding sole. For the moment I was safe, until Nadine found the other remote hanging on a hook in the entrance hall. My towel remained on the bedroom floor but I was not going to waste thought on proper dress code. Getting out of the house was top priority. I half limped, half ran out into the main corridor. I went past the bedroom, praying to Tengri, a Mongolian god and a swell guy, that Nadine would be too preoccupied with the secret room door to notice the mouse escaping out of the other hole. I ran into the living room, sparing a panicked look behind my back. No pursuit. Thank you Tengri, I'll sacrifice a virgin and my best piece of assembly machine code in your name. I pressed the remote and made a last sprint into the entrance hall straight into Nadine's waiting fist. Tengri, you useless piece of transcendental being, you could at least have given me a warning.

Lights out.

I must have been out for less than a minute, but when I came to my senses, the adrenaline rush, which held all the pieces together, evaporated. I felt every inch of my body sending an overload of pain through my nervous system. I tried to move but my hands were tied behind my back and I was hanging like a rag doll over Nadine's broad shoulders. She limped back into the bedroom and dumped me on the bed like dead weight.

"You're bleeding." My voice sounded strange. "I have medic training, I can bandage you up."

"Shut the fuck up." She sprang on the bed and landed on me, her arms to the sides of my body, her face inches from mine. Out of all the bad sensations, her hard cock between my legs was the most frightening. "You like it rough don't you?"

"Would it help if I say no?" I tried feebly to kick her between her legs, she simply rolled off me and went out the doorway only to come a few seconds later with her heavy suitcase. She pulled out a gray instrument, a heavy handle connected to a long rod that ended with a metallic banana shaped tool.

"You're kidding me? That's a dildo?"

She touched my stomach with the banana shaped end and I heard an electrical zap.

Pain.

My entire body convulsed. Muscles contracted out of control and I jiggled like a mad broken toy. My ears rang and dark spots swum in front of my eyes. I vomited on Jasmine's beautiful sheets.

"Now look at what you've done, bunny." She touched me again .

I danced the macabre jig once again then heaved, but there was nothing left in my stomach.

"You gonna behave now unless you like to do some more imitations of Michael J Fox on speed. Savvy?"

I opened my mouth but nothing came out.

"I guess you need another taste."

"God, no." I croaked. Breathe, in and out.

Nadine ruffled my hair and allowed me some time to gain my breath.

"God, what is that thing, a cattle prod?"

"Something similar, but more suitable for smart asses...hmmm... vigorous persuasion. High voltage, low current, max pain." She pressed the rod to my cheek. I convulsed but nothing happened. "Boo." Nadine laughed. "If I press the button when it's up here you'll suffer permanent brain damage. Wanna try?"

"No, I'm good."

"Still didn't lose that annoying sense of humor."

"Did you hear the one about Putin, Obama and the pope?"

Nadine pulled out something that looked like a metal ring with two straps. "Open wide."

I clamped my teeth as hard as I could.

She gently prodded my lips with the metal rod and I closed my eyes.

"Open wide, dumbo, or I'll stick it up your ass."

I opened and she jammed the ring inside my mouth, forcing my jaw to open so wide you could have placed a bowling ball there. She then tied the straps behind my head. I tried to move the infernal thing with my tongue but it didn't move.

"Nice and ready, so how goes that joke then? What's that?" She put her ear near my aching orifice. "Helloooo?" She pressed her index finger inside my mouth and caressed my tongue. "Helloooo? No more jokes? Jerry Seinfeld just left the building, I suppose."

Ha Ha, Hilarious. That's four out of ten and I'm being generous here, bitch. Come closer and I'll dribble all over you. I'm fucked.

Nadine flipped me on my stomach and pulled the dirty sheets from under me. I guess she appreciated Mongolian food even less after it has been already chewed. Next, she dragged me to the bed's edge.

"I want to start with some deep throating. Promise me you wouldn't bite. Ok? Oh, you can't? Even better."

You crack me up.

She wiggled slowly out of her dress removing one strap and then the other. Baring her tits. Each conical mound was a network of blue spider webs tattooed by an artist. A spider nested between the mounds, winking at me. Nadine arched her body like some oversized cat and allowed her dress to slide down around her legs. Her penis could proudly sit in the science museum as an exhibit of modern art gone berserk. She had it tattooed with an oriental style blue, green and red dragon, it's golden bat wings spread over her lower belly. A metal piercing decorated her cock slit and created the illusion that the dragon got tamed with a nose ring.

"You're soooo pretty when you're silent like this, a bit ruffled, but pretty. If I had been in Jasmine's shoes I would have never gone to work."

Please god, I know I haven't been faithful, but can't you just smite her? I mean, you'd be doing everyone a favor.

Nadine stepped closer and rubbed the tip of her cock all over my aching face. Her hand caressed my cheek. She then placed the tip on my lips. "Lick it." She whispered.

She had all the cards and I figured it was maybe a good time to chance a more docile, cocksucking kind of approach. My tongue bumped against the piercing ring metal and caressed further onto the warm smooth flesh of her cap.

"Ohhhh, yes, lovely." She pushed a little deeper, the big head slid easily through the metal ring locking my jaw and rested on my tongue. The sweet smell of Maple Syrup attacked my nostrils and I gagged.

"Problems, sweetie?" Nadine pushed further and her cock ring scraped my gums. "Ohhh." She moaned. "You know, when I saw your picture on Jasmine's marvelous dick, I knew I was going pay you a visit. She's so possessive."

"Mnnnfff."

"Don't talk with your mouth full." Nadine started humping my mouth. Little strokes. "And I was the one who changed her life. Ahhh, great mouth you got there, bunny."

I pulled but Nadine simply pressed the back of my head and pulled me back.

"You know, Ian, I took a frightened baby and taught her how to talk, how to dress, how to walk and with whom to walk. I taught her how to manipulate powerful people and how to dominate the weak. Ahhhh, oh fuck, work that tongue, sweetie. I taught her how to channel all that haltered anger she's been hoarding to a good use. "

I managed to pull myself off her cock and tried to stand up on wobbly feet without using my arms. Nadine watched me with a bemused smile and waited until I straightened. Then she raised her powerful leg and kicked my knee once. I folded. She then dragged me back and began, once more, to hump my open mouth as if nothing has occurred.

"Everything she is and has." Nadine spread her arms, asserting that the expansive apartment was her own making. "And she wouldn't share you, Ian. That's fair?" She pulled out of my mouth and bent down till her head was leveled with mine. "When I called her yesterday the bitch told me to fuck off. Is that fair?"

Nadine rose and rammed her dick hard in my mouth. Her cock bumped against my throat and I gagged. "She forgot rule number one. Whatever we want, we take." Nadine rammed again. "Whether it's a desired job. Ahhh yes." She pressed forward. "Or a diamond ring. Ahhhh. Or a pretty boy like you. Savvy?" Nadine grabbed the back of my head and pulled me hard. Her dragon filled my mouth to the brim. "Relax that throat for me, honey, this will not do. Ahhhh." She moaned and rammed again. I convulsed. "Come on open that throat, damn it." She pulled and pushed at the same time and I started to choke. My eyes filled with water. Nadine pulled out, she bent down and grabbed my hair so hard I was afraid she was going to pull it from its roots. "You don't know how to deep throat?"

I shook my head furiously.

"She didn't teach you?"

Again I shook my head furiously.

"Are you lying to me, bunny? Because I'm gonna be very angry if I find out you are." She touched her electric prod for emphasis.

"Mnnnnf, Mnnnf."

"Wow, Jasmine is really losing it. What's going on between you two? Huh? No deep throating, you cook her eastern shit, next thing you'll tell me when she comes home you ask her how her day was and then you go and watch TV together. That's gross."   "Mnnnnf, Mnnnf."

"What's that? You don't know how to deep throat but you want me to teach you? Oh, bunny, you're asking for a lot. I'll make you a deal. I'm gonna teach you how to become a decent cocksucker but once we're done I want you to return a favor. OK?"

May all your teeth fall out, except the one that hurts.

"Ready?"

May your cellmate in San Quentin be as big as King Kong Bundy, nice as Ted Bundy and horny as Al Bundy.

"Relax baby. This is easier than you think." She placed her cock inside my mouth and pushed gently. Her love pole scraped my tongue and filled my mouth with the Maple Syrup smell I was learning to hate. Nadine hummed a happy children song, I believe it was little bird, little bird. Her hands caressed my hair and cheek. "Your neck is already at the correct angle. Now let it slide back. That's it, good boy." She patted me on the cheek. The head now rested against the back of my throat and I had to resist the urge to gag. "Now, I'll push and all you have to do is swallow and you'll get a lovely juicy surprise. Ready? One two three, swallow, swallow, swallow." Nadine pushed hard and pulled my head towards her groin at the same time. Her cock fought my uvula and I gagged and choked. I tried to pull back but her hands locked behind my head. "Swallow, swallow, swallow." She pulled out.

"Bad, very bad. We'll try again. Ready? One, two, three. Swallow, swallow, swallow."

It was horrible. My throat fought hard to expel the foreign invader. Bile rose up and my stomach convulsed. The pain from my injuries didn't help. At that moment, I wished I could faint again.

"Terrible, you're not swallowing. Ok, last chance. Ahhh." Nadine pushed hard and placed her hands on my ears. "One, two, three. Swallow, swallow, swallow." She twisted my ears at the same time as they were some sort of crazy door handle. I was really afraid she was going to rip them off. This time I choked so hard I puked. My mouth filled with acidic stomach juice.

"Bad boy." She stepped back and slapped my bottom. I tried to clear my mouth, but a jaw that can't close is a real hindrance to spitting.

"You better start swallowing because we are gonna keep this up until you do it proper."

"Mnnf, Mnnnf."

"What's that? You need some encouragement? Ok." She rammed her cock inside my mouth again. "Ready? One, two, three." This time she didn't push, I felt the cold metal of her electric prod on my butt. Zap. I convulsed with pain, my muscles clenched and my head vibrated.

"Oh baby, that's so cool. I can feel the shock going all the way from your butt into your mouth. Like little ants running all over my cock. Let's do that again, shall we?' She touched me again with the prod. I pulled hard with my legs to escape her touch but she simply activated the prod again. Zap. My vision swum, red dots appeared and my ass felt on fire.

"Ready?" I pushed hard into her cock, trying to escape the electrical punishment. I wasn't thinking clearly. "One, two, three. Here we go." She touched the prod and zapped me, but this time didn't let go of the electric switch but kept pushing and pushing. My legs buckled below me and kicked miserably as my body writhed in pain. "Oh, baby, that's so good. Ahhhh, like a human vibrator."

When she finally let go I was very near to losing consciousness again. My bottom was on fire and every muscle in my lower body was weeping.

"Wasn't so terrible, was it? Are we ready to swallow some cock, sweetie? No? Take five, I need some coffee."

Nadine jumped off the bed and went into the kitchen. She took her time to get back and I prayed to god that something nice had happened, like perhaps the living room ceiling collapsed on her head. Finally she returned with a cup of steaming coffee. "I think I broke the fucking coffee machine, I hope Jasmine wouldn't be angry." She sipped. "Damn good coffee bins. You can smell the quality." She lowered the cup in front of my nose. "Rested, love? Ready for more?"

I closed my eyes.

"Don't sleep, we've just begun to have fun. I'll give you a last chance to try and swallow, it's either that or it's Beach Boys', good, good, good, good, good vibrations," She hummed. Nadine placed her dragon cock inside my mouth. "I'll push, you'll swallow, sweetie. No biggie, it's all in your head. Savvy? One, two three. Swallow, swallow, swallow." She wasn't brutal this time, maybe she simply didn't want to spill her coffee.

I tried to swallow. My throat muscles convulsed and my tongue rose backward, trying to slide the fleshy rod deeper inside.

Nadine pulled out. "Very good, very good." She ran her fingers through my hair and patted my cheek. "But we don't get good grades just for trying, we need to show some results." She placed the metallic prod at my ass again.

Oh, god, not again, please. My entire body convulsed in anticipation.

Nadine took another sip from the coffee. "Ok, one more time, push and swallow, push and swallow. One, two, three, here we go. Push, push, push, swallow. That's right baby, almost in. Don't give up. Push, push, push, push. Great, now swallow. Again sweetie, it's going in, I promise you. Push, push, push."

I pushed my head towards her groin, rebelling against every instinct that told me to pull off. My neck convulsed, opened around the cock and closed. My bile rose but my continuous swallowing kept it down.

"Good, good, good, baby. We're there, we're almost there. Stay with me. Swallow, swallow, swallow." She pushed hard and some of her hot coffee spilt on my back. "Good, we're there honey. Swallow. Go baby, go. We can make it." Her cock head pushed past the u-turn in my throat. "It's in, sweetie, keep pushing and swallowing, push, push, swallow, sweetie. There, there, almost, bingo." I felt the bulbous head and the metallic piercing ring deep inside. Again I gagged but managed to keep it in.




My Hermaphrodite Boss Pt. 06



"You did it, Ian. Oh, that's feels sooo damn good. Aren't you proud of yourself, honey bunny? Now breathe slowly. Relax and we'll go further."

I started breathing through my nose, registering the alien feeling in my throat. Every now and again my stomach and throat revolted and tried to expel the blocking meat tube. Every time they did, I swallowed until they relaxed.

"Right." She pulled back out of my mouth and I breathed in relief. She threw the half-drunk cup to the other end of her room. "Oops, I hope Jasmine won't be mad. Now let's try that again. You know what they say about practice. Here we go. One, two, three. Swallow, swallow, swallow."

It went on like that for I don't know how many times. In the end I managed to take her cock into my throat in one go. Finally, she stood still with her member inside me and didn't pull.

"Now we'll go deeper, it's the same trick basically. If you feel like vomiting, just swallow, sweetie. Make me proud. Ready?"

"Gnahhhhh.."

"I'll take that as a yes." Nadine pushed herself a little deeper. "Swallow, sweetie, I can't feel you swallowing."

I gagged and convulsed. I swallowed and felt the thing push a little deeper.

"Keep swallowing, you're doing great. Go baby." She slapped me with the prod but didn't push the charge button. "Swallow, swallow, swallow. One, two, three, here I come."

My throat muscles hugged her cock and massaged the shaft. In the mirror I saw my image. One eye was swollen from Nadine's fist and my face was wet from tears and red from the effort of breathing through my nose. My lips around the shaft were swollen and bloody. The sickening syrup smell was so intense now, I couldn't smell anything else.

"Great baby, see, it's almost half way in. And you thought you couldn't do it. Push, sweetie, now ... Great, you see, like a pro. One, two, three, swallow, swallow, swallow, swallow."

Oh god, please kill me now.

It took her five more minutes. She was unrelenting. Her mouth worked non-stop while mine suffered in forced silence. Just when I thought that if I'll hear another 'Swallow, sweetie' I was going to get a brain hemorrhage she stopped. Her cock buried all the way inside my throat, my nose mashed against her pubic hair and her balls resting on my chin. I felt her expanding inside me.

Nadine threw back her head and moaned. "Oooooh. Was it worth it or not? Keep swallowing sweetie, every time you do it's squeezing me tight and makes me happy. It takes my mind off the glass you've stuck in my leg and off the pain in the arm you almost broke."

Should have sliced your throat and broke your neck.

"I'll give you a rhythm by tapping your back. Each time you feel my touch I want you to work those neck muscles. Savvy? One, two, three. Swallow, swallow, swallow, wait, wait, swallow, swallow." The crazy bitch tapped my back with her frightening electric prod to the rhythm in her own head. "Ooh yes. Great baby. I can't say that you're a natural, because... Well, you ain't. But this is just great. I wish I knew how to operate Jasmine cameras so I could leave her a nice movie to watch. Ahhh, Ahhh. Getting there baby."

Nadine started fucking my throat, first slowly using small thrusts but building up a rhythm and lengthier strokes. Her iron ring scraped my throat each time she lunged and I found it more and more difficult to keep from vomiting. At least she stopped her verbal diarrhea and simply moaned. "Ah." Thrust. "Ah." Thrust. "Ah." Trust. Her balls slapped my chin with each thrust. "Baby. Ah." Thrust. "Your mouth is a dream. Ah. Ah. Ah." Her pace quickened and she grabbed the back of my head, giving contra to her thrusts. "Ah. Baby here I come. Ah." Faster and faster. She pistoned my face burying herself to the hilt. "Oh god, here it is." She zapped me with the prod and I convulsed just as she started ejaculating deep inside my throat. I felt my throat filling to the brim with a sweet liquid and I tasted Maple Syrup on my taste buds. "Ah, Ah, Ahahhhhhhhhhhhhh. Oh." She coughed. "Oh sweetie, oh god." She stayed buried inside me for several minutes, when she pulled out her member was soft and devoid of even a drop of cum. I was beyond caring.

"Oh." Nadine collapsed on the bed. "Not bad, not bad at all." She laughed, "I can see the potential. What do you say? Oh fuck, I forgot." She untied the straps behind my head and brutally pulled the restraining ring out of my mouth.

I tried closing my aching jaw but couldn't.

"Get the fuck out of here, I need to go." Nadine jumped on the bed and rolled me with her boot until I fell off the edge. She stood with her legs spread, concentrated for bit and sent a stream of yellow piss all over the bed. "Oops, I hope Jasmine won't mind." She gave a short donkey laugh. "Wouldn't share you, the bitch. I'm going for the gold. I think I'll try to write my initials, what do you say?"

I tried to edge away on my stomach, pushing with my legs.

"Going somewhere, sweetie?"

"Nadine, please let me go." I half coughed half whispered.

"Nope." She jumped from the bed and placed her foot on my back then took a box-cutter knife out of her suitcase and sliced the rope around my wrists.

"Nadine, please let me go. You had your fun."

"No. I had you schooled. Now comes the fun."

If I'll just get my hands on that box-cutter.

"Now tell me, honey bun, what is exactly going on between you and Jasmine." She touched my ass with her prod. "Don't lie. Savvy?"

"What do you think is going on?"

Zap. After the pain dimmed somewhat I simply hugged myself into a fetal position on the floor.

"Wrong answer. Don't do that." She touched me with the prod bud didn't activate the shock. "What's the deal with you two?"

"Nothing, she used you to blackmail me, that's all I know, please, Nadine, I'm telling the truth."

"Yeah, but what is that bullshit about relationship? I've seen her one time in a bar, punch some guy's jaw out of his mouth, just for sneaking a peep at her cleavage. She never let anyone talk to her like that."

"I don't know, Nadine."

She raised the prod again.

"Wait! Wait! Maybe, I think that she thinks she's in love with me or something."

"What the fuck?"

"I know. It's ridiculous." I croaked.

"Goddamn it is. What did you do to her?"

"Not my fault."

"What happened last night?"

"Nothing. We quarreled. I slept on the couch."

"Like a goddamn husband and wife. Wait, you mean to say that on other nights she lets you sleep with her?"

"Well, yeah. She loves to snuggle, actually."

"Jasmine?"

"I'm not lying, Nadine."

The hermaphrodite jumped right on top of me. "I'll show you snuggle." She hugged my neck with her right, a frightening vise, and grabbed my cock with her left. "How's that? Cozy?" I felt her hard erection pulsing against my ass.

I didn't care.

"Do you and Jasmine like to kiss and call each other sweet little names?" I felt some wet fluid entering my left eye and closed both eyes. Nadine pulled my right eyelid open with one finger and poured more drops from a tiny bottle.

I panicked and started squirming underneath her. "What the fuck was that?"

"Just a little something to relax you. I'm gonna take you with me, when I'm done here, you know. There's a nice warm cellar underneath my house in Jersey."

"You're insane."

"Me? You're the one calling a woman who can zap you to outer space -- mental, I'd say you're missing some cards from the full deck."

I tried to push her off, to my surprise she released me and stood up.

"Get up, sweetie."

"Just go away, I'm not going with you anywhere." I felt the cold metal of the prod against my back.

"I won't ask twice."

I rose on aching feet, the floor danced beneath me and the room looked dark. "There's something wrong with my eyes."

She didn't say anything. I rubbed my face and tried squinting my eyes. It was like some annoying kid was playing with the brightness of my TV remote, the more I tried, the darker things got. I felt bile rising again. "What the fuck were those drops, Nadine? Nadine! Nadine?" I cried.

I heard someone laugh to my left. I turned around. I could only see dark silhouettes now, and even that was dimming. "Nadine? What the fuck did you do to me?"

I felt the rush of air as she walked by, and she gave me a light peck on my cheek.

I tried to grab her and my hand bumped hard against the cold surface of Jasmine's mirror wall. "Nadine! What the fuck did you do? I can't see a fucking thing."

Nothing.

"Nadine! Nadine? Where the fuck have you gone to now?"

Nothing.

Christ almighty, I was never so afraid in my entire life. "Nadine!!!" I screamed from the top of my lungs.

Nothing.

Alone. Naked. Blind.

My hands were shaking so hard I could barley use them to find my way to Jasmine's bathroom. I bumped twice against chairs I didn't remember were there. It took me an hour to find the sink, at least it felt that way. Shaking I opened the tap and tried washing my eyes. Nothing. I was surrounded by darkness. I swallowed hard. Did she blind me forever?

No time to dwell about that. I gotta get out of the apartment and get help.

I remembered I had put a towel on the stall. I reached for it but couldn't find it. I searched along the wall and nearly broke a tooth when I sprawled over the toilet seat. Crawling on all fours I made my way back to the bedroom. I had to lean some weight on my right hand and my broken fingers gave me a hell of a time.

Gotta find something to put on.

It took me time to locate the bedroom door I almost panicked when I didn't find it at first, then I realized I went in the opposite direction. I stood up and tried to clear my head.

Pull yourself together, you can make it, you've been living here for over a week, just imagine what the place looks like. Door, turn right. Slowly along the hallway wall. A rush of air, I'm in the living room. Find the bookshelf, it has a soothing aroma of old books. Ten steps along the bookshelf and you'll be standing near the bar. Ouch. Sharp edge. Turn right again, hands front until you reach the wall, turn right again, feel your way to the hallway. Turn left around the corner stick to the right wall. The hand feels cold along its surface but that's somewhat soothing. Feel your way till you find the remote.

I bumped against the door.

Retrace your steps, the remote is higher than you think. Jasmine likes things her own level. Higher. Ouch. Found the hook. Fucking hell. It's empty. Don't panic, you dropped another remote when she hit you, it must be on the floor, just search methodically.

I thought I heard a weak titter. Fuck. I breathed in. Yep, that unmistakable sickening Maple Syrup smell.

"Nadine?"

"Looking for the remote?"

My blood froze, she was so quiet I didn't realized she stood right behind me, maybe she's been there the entire time.

"Nadine!" I tried to level my voice. "What did you do to me?"

"Can't you see?"

"Very funny. When is this going to wear off, Nadine?"

"Who ever said it's going to wear off?"

"You fucking bitch, I'm gonna kill you."

Zap. I was on the floor, convulsing. The pain was unbearable.

"I turned the dial to a higher voltage. Felt it?" She chuckled.

I heaved. "You'll never get away with this."

"I don't much care for your tone, bunny."

Zap. She didn't touch me with the prod but I could feel it very close. The hair on my arm stood up.

"Get up, bunny!"

"What for?"

Zap. I twitched so hard my head banged against the wall.

"You don't learn, do you, dumbo?"

She didn't even give me time to get over the shock, but prodded me again with her electric torture device. I stood up slowly, leaning against the cool wall.

"Let's play another game." Her voice was so goddamn cheerful.

"I'll get out the Scrabble."

"We'll play jiggle the smartass. I'll be the jiggler with the electric prod, guess who you're gonna be. If I catch you, it's zap time and I won't be take my finger off the button till your brain fries or the battery is dead, whatever comes first. Savvy? I'll give you a twenty seconds head start."

"Nadine, I can't see a thing."

"I'll go real slow, promise. One. You better get going, sweetie. I'm not kidding, I'm really gonna hurt you bad if I catch you this time, that's the rules of the game. Two."

"You just made them up."

"Three. Well, seeing you twitch really turns me on. Four."

I started moving, stumbling, one hand on the wall, it was pretty much a lost cause, but I couldn't just stand there waiting for it.

"That's the spirit, sweetie. Five."

She zapped the prod somewhere near my head, I felt the heat of the thing on my temple and the hair on my head dance.

Zap. This one was really close to my ear. I panicked and started running, turned where I figured the entrance hall ended and slammed into the wall.

"God, that was funny, do it again." She laughed hard. I felt Nadine touch on my skin and almost screamed. Strong hands picked me up from the floor and smacked my butt playfully. "You ran towards me, dumbo. Where were we? Oh, Six."

Back into the living room turn right and left. I got to find something to even the odds. Maybe a knife from the kitchen?

"Seven, sweetie, you better pick it up if you want to hide."

Maybe one of the ten-pound dumbbells in the gym room?

"Three blind mice, Three blind mice. See how they run. See how they run. How does it feel, Ian? Fresh out of clever remarks? You should see the look you gave me when I came in. Like I had some rare disease you need to keep away from."

She'll just use that prod from a safe distance. Blind, I'll never be able to hit her.

"You know contrary to what you people think, our race is not some genetic deformity you can look down on. We are better than you. We are taller, stronger and smarter than you'll ever be. Nine."

What happened to eight, oh smart hermaphrodite bitch?

"We've got better senses than you. We use more areas in our brain, both the male and female parts. We have more and better receptors. Ever wondered why Jasmine is so keen about sex? She's getting a ten times better experience than you. Ten."

Always wondered about that.

"We see further, hear lower and higher sounds. We even smell better."

You smell like rotten maple. Think, idiot, let her blabber, concentrate or you're dead.

"You know what you smell like, sweetie?"

Roast meat. Wait, if I couldn't hear her coming behind me, she must have taken off her high heel boots and she's going barefoot.

"You smell like fear. Tons of fear. The best smell there is. If you could only see my erection now. Eleven."

I started feeling my way back into Jasmine's bedroom.

Her voice carried strong from the entrance hallway. "Two months ago I deflowered a sweet boy in my cellar. Couldn't have been more than twenty. The poor thing was so frightened he urinated in his pants. Man, that was the most amazing sex I had in a thirty-six years. Too bad Jasmine already popped your cherry."

Into the bedroom, back to the bathroom. Where is that fucking shower stall handle?

"But I can still make you tremble, can't I? Believe me, you ain't seen nothing yet. Where was I? Thirteen? Oh, what the fuck, time's up. Here I come."

I finally opened the stall, grabbed the showerhead and opened the water full on.

"Where are you hiding, sweetie?"

Thank god, Jasmine kept the pressure strong as a fire hose. I stepped out of the stall, holding the showerhead, dousing myself and the floor.

"Decided to take a shower again?"

Go on, activate that thing my smart hermaphrodite.

"Oh, I see, very clever. Water and electricity don't mix, you're bought yourself another ten minutes till we're dry again." I heard Nadine's wet steps inside the bathroom.

I turned the showerhead in her general direction.

"You're gonna ruin it, stupid." I felt her hand on my leg, I tried hitting her with the showerhead but missed. She heaved and I found myself on my butt again. Nadine grabbed my other leg and flipped me on my stomach.

"Can't wait that long." Her muscled body slid between my legs, her dragon warm on my buttocks, then I felt her thrust.

"Awwwwwwwwwwww." My scream could have shattered glass. Nadine didn't use lubrication other than the water, she went all the way inside my ass with one brutal shove.

"Ahhhh." She sighed and grabbed my hips.

I tried to scramble away on all four, she pulled me back.

"Ahhhh. Your ass is on fire, sweetie. I don't believe I'm saying this, but it's better than Evan's. Ahhh. Ahhh. Ahhh." She pressed herself onto me.

Oh god. She didn't have Jasmine's girth or length but she compensated with brutality.

"I'm gonna make you a matching pair, you and Evan. Black and white, ivory and ebony, just thinking of all the happy time we'll have together makes me... Ahhhh."

Poor Evan. Poor me.

"I can just visualize it. You're giving me a blow-job while I sit on his face, his tongue, deep in my ass. A dream. Ahhh, sweetie, squeeze that ass around my cock. Savvy?"

I tried to crawl away. Nadine allowed me to progress but remained buried inside me.

"That's fun." She giggled. "Giddy up, horsy." She slapped my bottom. "Don't stop." She slapped me again. "I had a pony when I was a kid, this brings back fond memories."

Did you rape him too?

Nadine enveloped her hands around me and I waved my hands in panic as I was lifted in the air. She placed my upper body on the sink and started pounding me using deep strokes. Each time she went in she slapped my bottom.

"Giddy up, horsy." Slap. "Get that." Slap. "Take it." Slap. My head kept bumping against the cold tap but I was in some sort of limbo between reality and hell, beyond caring. She grabbed my legs and spread them so far apart I felt something ripping.

"Oh, sweetie, I'm there, I'm almost there. Oh, Oh, Oh.... Bazooom, Ah, Ah, Ah "

I felt wet slap inside, my tunnel filling me with warm liquid. She pulled out and dropped me not too gently on the floor.

"Oh, that was sweet, sweetie. Now just come over here and lick some, you didn't clean yourself like you were supposed to and I have some yuk on my dick." Nadine pulled my hair.

"You know what, Nadine?" The words came strange through my abused throat.

"What, sweetie?"

"Doesn't matter what you do or think or how low you'll degrade me. I'm still ten times more human than you'll ever be." I breathed hard and added as an afterthought. "Savvy?"

That must have hit the spot because Nadine went dead silent.

Now you've done it.

"You're gonna so much regret—" There was a hum, as the air conditioning in Jasmine's bedroom started working. I heard the boiler button in the bathroom switch on. It could mean only one thing. Jasmine's car was a block away and the automated system connected to her GPS dialed the HVAC home system and started preparing the house for its mistress.

"What, the fuck? Does that mean what I think it does?" Nadine pulled me back on my feet by the scruff of my neck. "We're out of here." For the first time I felt stress in her voice.

She half dragged me, half kicked me into the bedroom. "Fuck! Fuck! An hour and a half. She must have started driving when she hung up." I heard her fumbling with her trench coat. "Here, wear this."

Yeah, right

"You can't see it but there's a gun pointed at your head. Now if you wanna live through this, do exactly as I say." She pulled a warm sweatshirt around my neck and shoved me into training pants.

"Nadine, just let me go. You'll have better chance of escaping without me."

"Who's escaping? You think I'm afraid of her?"

"So how come your voice is trembling?"

"Shut up! If I hear one more word..." She dragged me by the collar, one arm holding my waist, supporting me.




My Hermaphrodite Boss



"Yes, ahm, well..." Focus man, focus. How the hell did I get into this situation? "Well, I think there was a misunderstanding between us, I mean..." 

She batted her eyelashes. Two huge butterflies. "What sort of misunderstanding?" She placed her arm on my leg. 

"I thought we were going... I mean..." Hell, where did I forget my balls? "I mean, I'm, you see, it's ... What do you want, Jasmine?" I finally said. 

"Cut the crap, Ian." Her voce had that sharp edge again. "You know exactly what I want."

"Seriously, I can say I don't have a clue."

"What, you're like six years old or something or just retarded?" She traced her finger through my inner thigh, slowly. When she reached my crotch I jumped up and my kneecap hit the living room table, hard. I sat down immediately; my eyes had tears from the pain.   

"Look Ian, you know why you're here." 

"The job you offered me." I mumbled through the pain.

"Exactly. I tailored that one just for you. It's not exactly as if the IT team can't do the job." 

"Why?"

"What do you mean why? I want you near. To be honest, when the client decided not to sign the next stage contract, I knew I was going to fire you and your team. The company is in a crisis and I needed to make fast decisions."

Such a sweet lady, and I was suspecting her motives. "I thought you actually cared."

"It's called cutting the fat. Efficiency. They are redundant assets."

"They are people, some have families."

"They cost more money to keep than they are worth. You don't need a degree in mathematics to know what that means." You were on that list too, until I saw you in the elevator yesterday."

"Huh?"

"When I saw you, it was kind of sad. I said to myself, I'll never have someone so beautiful."

"Yeah, right."

"Honest." She placed her hands between her breasts. "I've never seen anything like these crazy blue Japanese eyes of yours." 

"My mom's side is half Mongolian, my father is Irish."

"And I thank god that the two ends met. You're exotic. Like a blond angel." 

Well, actually a lot of woman say that. That I'm beautiful. Like a husky puppy is beautiful or one of those angels from pink pictures in five-year-old girls' bedrooms. Still that's not something they like to take to bed with them. 

"So I checked with people and found out who you are." She said. "Since then I've been figuring a way to get you near. Believe me; I wasn't able to think of anything else since yesterday."

"I don't understand."

"What's to understand? I want you, Ian. I'm used to getting what I want."

"Wait, wait." I made the time out sign with both hands. "You're not supposed to be attracted to me. I mean hermaphrodites...."

"We prefer Hemaphro Americans."

"Sorry, Hemaphro Americans."

"I was kidding, you silly bunny, go on." She removed a silk belt that circled her waist and the baby doll opened up like the red sea in front of Moses, revealing a flat stomach and suggestive parts of her beautiful mounds. 

"Your kind isn't supposed to be attracted to heterosexual males. I read that on Wikipedia."

"You mean the encyclopedia where anyone in the world can write whatever bullshit is on their mind."  

"Apparently so. Look, this is all very flattering, but I have a girlfriend."

"I know that. Sue."

I made a blank look.

"What? I'm a business woman. I always come prepared to business meetings. I don't care, I'm not greedy. I'll have you just for a night or two each week, she can have you for the rest of the week. Of course I do travel abroad, and I would like you to join me from time to time." 

"Such a generous offer. Did it not even occur to you that I might have a problem with cheating?" 

"It occurred to me you'll have a problem with being unemployed." 

"What's that got to do with anything?"

"Don't play dumb. Look, I'm offering you a dream job. You get to keep your salary and in due time, if you'll make me really happy, I'll even consider the raise Chin promised. In return I ask for a really small favor. Keep an open mind. I'm sure you're going to enjoy this as much as I will." She traced a well groomed finger across her naval and down to her red panties. Bad move. There was an unmistakable huge bulge, rising where there should have been none. The moment she touched herself there, it stirred with a life of its own. 

I jumped away from the couch. "Look, Jasmine, I don't know why you're thinking I'll just flow with your suggestions, but no way."

"Sit down, Ian." That stern voice again. 

"This meeting went way beyond the borderline of over friendliness into sexual harassment zone. I suggest I simply walk out of here and we both forget this night ever happened." 

"Sit down, Ian."

I ignored her and went through the hallway to the door. There was a frightening moment when the handle didn't turn."

"You'll need this to open the door." 

I turned around. She stood there half naked with the gown open. Her magnificent breasts rising and falling to the rhythm of her excited breath. She had something that looked like a car remote dangling from a string in her left hand. 

"Gimme that."

"Nothing for free." She leaned forward. I tried to push her away but she grabbed both my wrists and pinned them to the door. I'm slim, but hardly a pushover. However, I couldn't budge her arms an inch. I started to breath heavily. 

"Little bunny, you're sweating." She leaned further and placed her lips on mine. I turned my head sideways. She licked my ear, real slowly. I felt her moist tongue as it explored the inner passageways. She kissed my cheek. Once. Twice. Then she kissed the corner of my mouth. Her tongue tried gently to pry my lips open. "I like that game." She whispered in my ear. "It's even better this way." 

"Let me go." My voice came out croaky and weak.

"Just a little kiss." 

"Let me go. This is ridiculous."

She giggled. "It is. You're acting like a scared teenager." 

"Ok, Ok." I turned my head and gave her a fast one on the upper lip. She grabbed my lip with her teeth and pulled gently. 

"I'm not your auntie." My boss inflated her cheeks and gently exhaled the wind on my eyes, nostrils and closed mouth. "A little French kiss. Come on, I promise I'll be gentle." 

Alright, what the hell. A goddess is trying to kiss you, you idiot. Stop thinking on what's between her legs. I closed my eyes and opened my lips. 

She let go of my arms and grabbed my head. Her lips connected ravenously as she started exploring my mouth. Her tongue like a fast snake twirled around mine. She held like that for twenty seconds, exploring, tasting. Next she placed one hand on my ass cheek and drew me closer while she leaned further. I felt the bulge in her panties rock hard against my stomach. "Ohhh." She moaned inside my throat and rubbed against me. She clenched her hand around my ass so hard it hurt and pushed me further into her. Thus, she dry humped me a couple of times, moaning loudly. Finally, she let go. 

I was out of breath, so was my boss. Her beautiful mounds rose up and down merrily and she was smiling again. I looked down. The mushroom head of a huge angry red penis was peeping from the elastic band in her panties. I shuddered and quickly looked back up.

"Now let me go. You said that if I'll kiss you you'll let me go."

She laughed. "When was that?"

I tried to grab the remote but she simply raised her hand. Standing on tiptoes I wouldn't be able to reach it. 

"Your face is all red. It makes you even cuter, if that's even possible. You want it?" She lowered her hand and inserted the remote into her panties. She messed with herself down there for a few seconds and when her hand came back again it was empty." See if you can find it." She turned around and walked back to the living groom.

What a bitch. After weighing my options I followed her. She was strewn on the couch like a big cat, her arms folded behind her head.

I took out my mobile. "I'm calling the police." I said. 

She jumped like a tigress and was on me in a second. She forced my arm backward and pried the mobile from my fingers as if I was a toddler. Then it too disappeared inside her panties. "Now there are two things you need to search."

"You're a fucking pervert." 

She simply gave me that Cheshire grin I was learning to hate, then went back to the couch. 

"I'm not doing that."

"Look, I can still have my fun even without your cooperation, but it's much sweeter if you'll play along. I promise I'll let you have the remote if you find it."

"All right, you asked for it." I shouted. I went over, grabbed her panties and pulled them hard past her thighs to her knees. 

"Just a second, let me help you." She bent her legs and wiggled out of them real slowly. "There we go. What do you think?"

I didn't want to look but I did. It was like one of those ogrish sites with grotesque scenes that make you sick to your stomach but still you cannot take your eyes off. It was big. I've once seen in the gym sauna a three-legged Latin guy with a ten-inch monster. My boss's one-eyed Jack was smaller, maybe eight inches maybe a little bigger, but it was much thicker than three legs'. The head looked like a huge mushroom with well-defined borders. It was moving slowly up and down, like it was breathing. Beneath the big cock dangled a sack of hairless testicles the size of tennis balls. 

"Go on, touch it." She said.

"Hell if I'll do, I'm not gay."

"Neither am I."

"I'm not touching that. Give me the fucking mobile, I'm not calling any one." The mobile was wedged between her legs, of the remote there was no sign.

"Take it." 

"Not a chance." 

"Too bad." She opened her legs a bit and the mobile fell on the couch, then she closed them back. "You want your phone and the remote, you'll need to pry open these legs, lover boy."

"What for, you'll simply take them away from me."

"I promise I wont."

"I don't believe you."

"Come on, Ian, just this little game and you'll have the remote. I swear on my daughter's honor."

"You've got a daughter? I didn't know you're even married."

"I'm not and I've got two daughters."

"Swear on their lives."

"Ok, I swear on Ami, my daughter's life that if you get the remote you can keep it."

I approached her slowly. Ok, I'll play your game, bitch. I tried to pry her legs using raw muscle. They didn't budge. 

"You need to be gentler, love. Try licking the head." She placed her hand gently on her rigid cock then rubbed the head between thumb and forefinger. 

"Fuck me if I'll become a cocksucker." 

"Maybe later. Come on, I've already sent a list to HR, with the names of all the people that are gonna get a release letter tomorrow. All it takes to remove your name from that list is that you bend that nerdy set of douchebag morals a little. Open your mind. I'm not a man and it won't make you gay." 

"Yeah, right." 

"OK, maybe a little, but no one will ever know." She smiled, "Come on, aren't you even a little bit curious?"

"Ok. I'll..." I sat down on the table, facing that gorgeous body minus the parts that didn't belong there. A multitude of thoughts buzzed through my head. It's not like I haven't practiced oral sex with women before. I actually like it. The look on their faces. The powerful feeling of pleasuring another person. 

"Go on." She whispered.

I wrapped my fingers around the cock. It was so thick my thumb and forefinger could barely meet. It was warm and I could feel her pulse sending Morse code of passion up my arm. It actually wasn't bad as I thought it would be. 

"Ohhhhh." She gave a long sigh and tilted her head backwards. Then she placed her hand on my crotch. There was an unmistakable bulge there. Even if my mind rebelled against what was happening, my body sang a different tune. 

"Go on sweetie, don't be afraid." She took her hand off my penis and placed it on the back of my neck. Gently, she ran her fingers through my hair, all the time pulling my head towards the heaving creature. 

I had a moment of indecision. I don't like this woman on one hand. She's pushy, manipulative and I don't like to be bossed around. I'm not so fond of the idea of cheating on my girlfriend either. On the other hand there's a chance to save my job and I do need the money. I had to admit that Sue was a little gold-digger. I'm really not certain she'll stick with me if I won't be able to spoil her with presents and expensive vacations. Plus I hate being called square. Plus, I'm really, really aroused right now. 

Lust won.

I reached with the tip of my tongue and tasted the mushroom's corona. 

In response, the bulbous head rose a bit and swelled a little more. The slit on the cap's head spewed forth a drop of clear liquid. "Ohhh god, yes, sweetie."

I did that again and got the same enthusiastic response. I've never done anything like that before but I've been given head a couple of times and I sure know what I like. I licked the underside slowly, feeling like a pervert and loving every moment of it. She moaned and settled her head on the couch arm. 

"Mmmmmm... Use your mouth, babe." 

I kissed the head quickly. Moistened my lips and kissed it again, this time slower. When my lips touched the cape I sent my tongue forward. I pushed it against the slit and forced the skin around it to part.

"Wow, babe, where did you learn to do that?"

"Sue." I said and continued to tongue fuck her.  

She moaned. I sent my tongue exploring once again. The shaft backside and topside, the corona, the cape, I even got as far down as the sack of gold and got a pat on the head.

"You're killing me, babe, I knew you'd be amazing." She whispered. "Now put it in your mouth before I burst."

"Ok, but don't come in my mouth."

"Ok." 

I put my lips back at the cap, licked it then used my teeth for a mock bite. I rested my lips on it for a few seconds and then simply opened my mouth as large as I could. Allowing the mushroom head to slide inside. I used my tongue again and rubbed it up and down the cap, taking special care to caress the corona, knowing it held a huge amount of nerves. 

"You're a natural, babe."

I raised my head. "Thanks, I think. If you'll open your legs I can sit myself between them and I'll have a better access."

She sure opened them fast enough and I grabbed my mobile. I placed it inside my pocket and settled myself between her legs. I was too hot to stop. Facing her I grabbed the cock again and sucked the huge head in. 

She moaned louder. "Oh baby, yes." Her long legs closed by themselves around my head as she drew me near. 

I felt the cap rub my palate as she pushed deeper inside my mouth. I sucked it in, applying suction. Her hand touched my hair. She gently patted it but after awhile started to push me further and deeper. I raised my head, keeping my lips shut tight around the massive shaft. My lips caressed the corona and the cap then dived again. I heard her moaning somewhere in the distance but didn't care. Something was about to explode in my pants. Up and down the shaft I went, like I've been hungry for that all my life. From time to time I stopped and sucked like this was some bizarre lollipop. 

"Th... Below. Please." 

I raised my head. "What?"

Impatiently she grubbed her huge balls and raised the sack. Oh and behold, beneath a very feminine vagina blinked at me. It was already moist and like the rest of her body, almost devoid of hair. 

"Lick it babe. Please." 

I didn't stop to ask for directions. My tongue eagerly attacked the large crevice aiming at the top edge where I knew the love button is located. 

"Yes " She almost shouted.

My palm still gently on her cock, rubbing it up and down slowly, my tongue sent her over the edge. Her clitoris, like the rest of her was huge. Like a small pink penis, it stuck out off the pussy lips. I licked it and she screamed. I licked it slowly, like I did a minute ago with its larger brother. I stuck my free hand's finger inside her looking for the top of the sensuous cave ceiling where the G spot sat. My finger bumped against something hard. It was the remote. I tried to circle my finger around it but only pushed it deeper. I tried with two fingers, seeking for a way around the object. My fingers rubbed against her walls and she started to convulse. 

"Ahhh Ahhhhhhhhhhhh." She moaned.   

Her legs closed around my head. I placed my mouth around the big clitoris and sucked it in.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Ohhhhhhhhh" If any neighbors held a doubt about what's happening, that scream surly took care of that. She convulsed for a few seconds and then pushed my head away from her clitoris as the touch became unbearable. She grabbed my head then and drew me towards her penis. 

"Go baby, I want to..." She pressed her fingers and butted the huge mushroom head against my lips. I opened wide and she rammed it in all the way to my throat. I gagged. Bile was coming up. I coughed. It didn't hinder her for a second. She grabbed my head with both hands and pulled with brute force. I couldn't even protest the brutality because my mouth was full and I started pushing backwards and away from her. Her eyes were closed and she was oblivious to my attempts. She started ramming her cock inside. The huge head kept butting with force against my throat.

"Oh, Shit." She had a spasm. The hand at the back of my head suddenly clenched. She pulled me harder and at the same time rotated her pelvis, ramming the cock in and out. The first spurt of hot sperm filled my mouth to the brim, choking me. The second had even more volume and the white sticky fluid gushed outside. She rammed her cock twice more in my mouth and then pulled it out and let the final stream on my face 

"Oh ... baby, you're a mess." She laughed between heavy intakes of air. "Wow, that was... Wow. Two orgasms at both ends. That was a first time for me." 

"Where is the bathroom?" 

"Don't talk with your mouth full." She laughed again.

I was still spitting spunk and my hair had a natural gel in it made of hermaphrodite sperm. My throat was sore and I felt pretty much disgusted with myself. 

***

I stood in her shower for something like ten minutes washing my hair, gargling and spitting out water. When I felt clean I simply stood there, facing the wall with my eyes closed, allowing the water to rain down, trying very hard not to think. 

"Want me to do your back?" I didn't even hear her come inside. She hugged me from behind and purred like a huge cat. "That was awesome, honey." I felt her cock rigid again, pulsing against my back. She leaned and inserted her tongue into my ear. Then she started to lick my face. "Was it great to you too?"

"Let me go." I said.

"No one is holding you." She said though she held me very tight. "I left the remote on the kitchen table."

I freed myself from her loving hands. She didn't resist, though on the way out she gave me a slap on my ass. I stumbled outside, naked, and ran to the kitchen, still dripping water. The remote indeed was on the table. Putting my clothes on without drying myself I faltered barefoot to the hallway and pressed the remote. Nothing happened. I pushed harder, still nothing. I located the sensor and pressed the remote against it. The stupid bitch must have ruined it when she put it inside her pussy. 

"It's isometric, it needs my finger to operate." She had a towel on her head but was otherwise still naked. "Promised I'll give it to you but I didn't say anything about opening the door."

I threw the remote to her. "Open the fucking door, you demented bitch. I'm tired of your tricks and games. I don't know who the fuck raised you or how come you think you can get away with treating people like this, but you're in serious need of professional help."

Her smile disappeared. She put on a calculating cold look of a business woman I haven't seen before. She pressed the remote and the door opened. "You'll walk out that door, Ian, and you lose your job."




My Hermaphrodite Boss



"Do whatever you like. I'm better off being unemployed than having someone like you as my boss."

"We'll sue your cute ass for stealing." 

"On what grounds?"

"I have last month's network volume data. Apparently you've spent two hours surfing on sites that were not job related. Stealing company time is still stealing."

"That's bullshit, everybody does that. I bet you do."

"So we'll make an example of you." 

"You're bluffing." I nodded my head. "This won't hold in court. I heard about a company that tried to do it. It violates my right to privacy."

"You're probably right, but still I bet you'll find a job in no time with the reputation you'll get." 

"I'll take my chances." I took my shoes which I threw on the floor when I messed with the remote.

"Your little brother will lose his job too." 

That stopped me, "What's he got to do with it?" 

"He's working on our eastern branch but has applied for transfer. I'll take him in and fire him within a month, all because of you." 

"I don't believe you."

"Oh, do believe. I have the means and the motive. You'll lose your girlfriend too. Did you know Sue is an illegal alien?" 

"So?"

"So, I have some good friends in high places which can make her deportation swift."

"You're a she-devil. That's extortion."

"I'm a business woman who likes to come prepared to a business meeting."

"I'll go to the police."

She had her lovely smile again. It made me sick. "No one is going to believe you. I'll just say you came to my place uninvited and threatened me after I've told you we're closing your project. Come on, Ian, it doesn't have to go down like that. Make your choice, I'll be in bed, waiting."

What on earth did I ever do to the universe to deserve this?