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Obsessive Office Treats: Part 2

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Obsessive Office Treats: Part 2
Briana is very close to her hot mother..

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The last of the trick-or-treaters left, and Briana leaned

over, looking around me. Her hand was still in my outfit. "Mom! What was
that?" she hissed.

"Nice buns," Angela giggled.

"Dad!" Briana, called out. "Mom's being

bad."

"God, Briana, I can't believe you told on me!"

Angela whined.

Brian walked up behind her, picking her up bodily, hoisting

her high, like a toy. "Jesus, Angie, we've just met the boy. Give the kids
some space, before you scare him off."

"We're just playing around, Brian," she whined.

I laughed. "She's not going to scare me off. I love the

fact that the girls are close. My sister and my Mom don't get along all that
well."

"See?" Angela whined, wiggling in his grip. Her

struggles had the bottom of her dress riding high on her hips, her legs
kicking. A tiny little black thong was exposed, along with a red and black
garter belt. Sweet Jesus. Her mom was hot.

We seemed to have weathered the storm. We hadn't seen a kid

for a few minutes. A group of teenagers came running up to the door, and I felt
like something was missing when Briana pulled out the candy, my other side
lonely.

I reached into the pocket, and Angela was there, slapping my

hand away. "I'll be good," she said.

"You better," Briana teased.

"That was mean, telling on me," Angela pouted,

whispering to her daughter. "Remember, two can play that game,
sweetie."

"What? You're going to tell on me? I didn't do

anything. He is my date."

"Your costume?" Angela teased, warningly.

"Mom! You promised," Briana gasped.

"I never thought you'd tell on me," Angela said

sadly.

Their hands were back to being bad, although they seemed to

be ignoring me other than as a candy dispenser, and a body to be teased.

"I'm sorry, Mom. Dad's not mad. He knows we're just

playing around. I didn't mean nothing by it."

"Still, you never told on me before," Angela said.

She seemed upset. I put my arm around her, and she leaned into me. Her hand
moved to the back, rubbing my rear. Her husband couldn't have been 10 feet away,
putting away the last remnants of the candy.

"This is different, you know?" Briana said softly.

"I know, sugar. I only want to help. I like him. He's

not like the others. More like your dad."

I was nervous. Briana's hand was on my backside, only a couple

of inches from her mother's. I felt a little more movement, and the hands were
together. Weird, but nice.

"I know Mom. I know you want to help. Some things I

need to do for myself. Okay?"

"You're sure?" Angela asked nervously.

"No," Briana said softly. "I'm scared. I

can't let that stop me."

Angela let go of me, and moved over to her daughter. She

reached up and hugged her, and Briana turned and hugged her mother almost
desperately. "Thanks for being here," Briana said softly.

"Always baby. Whatever you need from me or your Dad. I

love you."

Briana gave her a big squeeze. "I know, I love you

guys."

Angela, let go of her daughter and stood in front of me. She

reached her arms up and I leaned over, letting her wrap her arms around my neck,
while I gave her a hug.

"She's worth it all," Angela whispered into my

ear.

"I know. I'll try to be worthy."

She almost broke my neck she squeezed so tightly. "You

are. Be good to her. Gentle and slow, Okay?"

"Gentle and slow."

She gave me a quick kiss on the lips, surprising, even with

all the teasing going on. She pulled away, before turning to her daughter.
"Can I have a couple of the special ones, before I go?"

"Not too many," Briana said softly.

Angela reached into the front pocket. She pulled out a few

and looked at them, sorting out two of each color. She slid her hand back
inside and I got goosebumps when she reached down my front, her hand rubbing
against me. I was hard, not too surprising, and she gave my shaft a squeeze.
She gave me a wink, and turned to her daughter, showing her hand. "Two of
each? One for me and one for your dad?"

Briana, nodded.

Angela turned away. "You done in here?" she called

out. "I think it's time for us to head home."

Briana walked in, closing her door, and turning off the

outside light. I emptied my side pockets, only a handful of packets left from
each side.

Her parents said goodnight, her father giving me a crushing

handshake. "Call, anytime. I'll understand, and help where I can."

"Dad!" Briana griped.

"You're difficult. I love you baby, but God knows

you're not easy to be around sometimes. There's going to be times when he needs
help maneuvering the mine field."

"Geez, you make me sound like some kind of ticking

time-bomb. You're supposed to be on my side."

"I'm on your side. But us guys got to stick together. I

saw you two ganging up on him." He gave me a wink.

Angela gave me a hug. "Wonderful meeting you, Zach. I

hope we get a chance to really get to know each other. Don't be a
stranger."

I hugged her back. "I had a great time tonight. Thanks

for everything, and making me feel so comfortable."

She gave me a quick kiss on the lips, gave her daughter a

hug, and they departed.

Briana rushed off to the kitchen, and returned with a big

empty jar. "Special M&M. In here."

Clearly, she was anxious, so I dumped them in the jar,

making sure to get all of them. She put a lid on the jar, and shook it. She
took the jar to the pantry, and put it on a shelf. After that I could see her
body relax. I was starting to recognize her stress symptoms easier.

She walked to the cabinet, pulling out a few liquor bottles.

"I need a drink. Can I make you one?"

"Sure, whatever you're having."

Briana poured out equal parts of Amaretto, Grand Marnier and

Southern Comfort into a mixer. She was careful, precisely filling her jigger,
two ounces of each, twice. She put the shot glass in the sink, rinsing it out.
She covered the shaker, giving it a good shake, and filled two glasses, until
they were exactly even. She took a big sip of hers, sighing. I accepted mine
from her and gave it a sip. Good, but strong.

I watched her put everything away, each item in its place.

She rinsed out the mixer and opened her dishwasher, placing the mixer, shot
glass, and lid in the top, working from the back left corner forward.

I was quiet, watching her, learning.

She giggled, taking a sip. "Strange, huh?"

"Hardly. I love watching you, seeing how you do things,

trying to understand."

"You're weird," she laughed.

"Guilty. Scared you off yet?"

She smiled. "They like you."

"What's not to like? I'm pretty incredible you

know," I laughed.

She moved toward me, her outfit pressing against my knees,

as she leaned up for a kiss. I wasn't about to deny her. "I know,"
she said, afterward.

"I liked them too," I confessed.

"Good. You have fun tonight?"

"I did."

She took my hand in hers, pulling me along. "You don't

have to leave soon, do you?"

"No. No other plans."

She opened a door, and pulled me into her immaculate

bedroom. Every piece of furniture carefully placed, exactly centered against
each wall. The top of her dresser bare, the bed-stand with only a clock-radio
centered on it. The opposite bed-stand had a single lamp. The carpet showed
parallel vacuum rows.

The bed was a double, with at least half-a-dozen pillows

arranged artfully on it.

Briana turned her back to me, and removed her 'Kiss' hat,

shaking out her hair. "I've got another kiss for you," she said
softly. She reached up behind her neck, finding the white cloth pull strip.
"Open it?"

I stood behind her, giving a tug. Pulling the cloth opened a

velcro seal down the back. It opened all the way to the bottom, and she stepped
out of it. She turned, and smiled shyly.

My heart almost stopped. Her tits were each covered in a

pyramid of foil, those teasing white pull strips sticking out at her nipples.
Her panties were shiny metallic. She pulled her white pantyhose off, slowly,
teasing. She leaned back on the bed, and her legs parted, showing another white
strip down at her crotch.

I smiled. "Best friggin' costume ever," I said.

"You like? It was a lot of work."

"Worth every moment of it. Absolutely amazing."

She beckoned me forward with a crooked finger. "I love

your outfit, too, but I think I'd like to see you without it."

I undressed for her, taking a couple of minutes to finish

the job, removing those inside candy sacks, until I stood before her, naked
except for a pair of boxers.

I climbed on the bed next to her, and took her in my arms. I

kissed her, and she squirmed underneath me. "Unwrap your prize, handsome.
You've earned it."

I leaned over her nearest "Kiss", examining the

external package. It was twisted around her tit. I pulled the aluminum foil
open and saw the inside was covered with a light silvery cloth, like her
panties. I twisted it open, and the top of her tit appeared, her nipple hard. I
leaned in for a quick taste.

"Do you like this brand?" she asked.

"More than anything," I admitted, sucking her

nipple.

I pulled it completely opened, but the material stuck to

her. "Gentle," she said softly.

I saw that she had taped down the inside around her tit. I

carefully peeled it away, until she was completely exposed. I took her tit in
my hand, cupping it, squeezing it softly. It was bigger than I had expected,
even with the numerous flashes of cleavage I'd seen.

I toyed with my unexpected gift, feeling her wriggle and

gasp. "The other, one," she said after a bit. "Please, open your
other one."

I knew better what to expect, and opened it slowly, enjoying

the gradual exposure. I peeled the foil back, exposing her tit completely, the
foil a teasing corona around her perfect tit. I sucked and chewed on it, taking
it in both hands, forming a cone, which I nibbled the top of.

She was tensing up, and I could feel the awkwardness.

"What's wrong, beautiful?"

"The foil. Either put it on the other one, or take it

off."

I understood. Uneven, I couldn't leave it uneven for too

long. I peeled away the foil. I took the white cloth strip, and saw the
carefully lettered "Kisses". I straightened it out and laid it across
her belly. I rolled the foil into a neat ball, like she always did. I did the
same with the other foil, which I'd originally just tossed to the side. With
two pieces of cloth crossing her smooth stomach, I stood. "Garbage
can?" I asked.

She smiled. "Behind the door."

I closed the door a little, and took the top off the garbage

can. I ostentatiously deposited the two balls of foil inside, and closed the
lid. She watched me, smiling.

"You are observant, aren't you?" she said.

"Especially when it comes to you. You're definitely

worth watching."

She leaned back in the bed, stacking the pillows behind her

head, three high. She parted her legs. "I've got one last Kiss for you. Do
I get to see you eat it?"

I climbed between her legs, and eased the shiny panties down

her thighs. I lifted her legs, pulling them together, and slid the panties off
the rest of the way.

I opened her legs up, brining my face down between them. She

had another one of those white cloth strips coming out of her. I gave a gentle
tug on it, and she moaned softly. "Open me, Zach."

I gave another tug, feeling a little resistance. She was

wet, soaking, so that couldn't be the problem. I licked the top of her opening,
teasing her, as I gave a series of little tugs. I was making progress, slowly.
Another long slow tug, and she was moaning.

"All the way, Zach," she whispered.

It was stuck, and with a firm pull, I saw why. I saw the top

of a large silver object, and had a good idea what it was. "Your
Kiss," she moaned, as I tugged on the cloth.

It was larger than I imagine could be comfortable. I tugged,

and exposed half of it, but couldn't get it to move. I slid my finger inside of
her, feeling the outline. It had to be close to two inches across. I reached
under the edge of it, pulling it outward, tugging on the cloth strip, opening
her. She moaned deeply, squirming, as the entire silver kiss was slowly
exposed. It was almost free, spreading her wide. She whimpered softly, and it
popped free, sliding out suddenly.

She gasped, moaning when I brought my mouth down and sucked

on her. I licked inside of her, feeling her velvety smoothness. She smelled and
tasted of chocolate. I couldn't get enough of her. I groaned.

"Chocolate Delight," she said softly. "Is

it?"

"Is it what?" I asked.

"A chocolate delight. Is it?"

"God yes," I replied, going back down on her.

I lifted her legs up, her thighs over my shoulders, and

licked her deeply before sucking on her chocolate flavored clit as if my life
depended on it. She was trembling beautifully.

"Eat your special kiss, baby," she whispered,

pulling my head down between her legs.

I teased her, feeling inside of her, exploring her warm

chamber. "Up," she whispered softly.

I raised my head, and she reached down between her legs. I

watched her insert a chocolate kiss inside of her. I reached inside of her
cunt, pulling it slowly out, holding it at her entrance with my finger, while I
licked and sucked on it, feeling it melt and dissolve. When it was half gone, I
sucked it out, tasting her juices.

I climbed up her body, pressing my lips against hers, my

chocolate coated tongue piercing her lips. She sucked on my tongue, hard,
pulling on it.

"My turn?" she whispered, smiling.

I nodded and she rolled me onto my back, climbing off the

bed. "Take those off," she said, "and get in the middle,
please."

I removed my boxers, and scooted over. She climbed between

my legs, and I saw she had a bottle in her hand. She held it over my cock, and
poured some of the contents on me. It was smooth and slippery.

"Chocolate lube," she teased, running her tongue

around my cock, licking me, spreading the lube around uniformly. She sucked on
the head. "Mmm, you taste amazing, Zach."

I chuckled. "You too, Bree."

I groaned when she wasted no time, taking me deep in her

mouth, sucking strongly. She bobbed her head up and down, her hand playing with
my balls, fondling them. "Jesus, that feels good," I told her.

She sat up smiling. "I want it to feel wonderful. I may

be a pain in the ass most of the time, but if you can put up with me, I think
you're going to find I'm worth it. I'm going to be the best damned girlfriend
anyone's ever had."

She straddled my legs, rubbing against my cock. She held it

against her cunt, grinding against it. She lifted her hips up, holding my cock upright
underneath her. She rubbed the head against her lips, opening herself. "Am
I your girlfriend, Zach?"

"For as long as you'll have me," I told her.

"Best damned girlfriend in the world? I'll be damned if I'm going to let
you get away."

"Ready to find out just one of the reasons I'll be the

best girlfriend ever?"

I nodded, and groaned as she slid down my pole, ever so

slowly, taking my entire length. "God, Zach, you feel so good inside of
me."

"You feel incredible."

"Your three special kisses, yours whenever you want. As

much as you want. My gift to you for as long as you'll take care of me."

"Take care of you?" I gasped, as she slid up and

down my cock once, wiggling, taking it as deep as she could.

"Yes, take care of me. I need a strong man, and someone

who understands me. Can you be that man, Zach. For me?"

I nodded. "I'd love to be that man for you."

She smiled, giving me another short ride up and down.

"When things get stressful, I can be a handful. Sometimes I completely
shut down, useless. You'll take care of me then, won't you? Take me somewhere
safe, comfortable. Hold me until everything's livable again."

I pulled her down and hugged her. "I'll take care of

you."

She chuckled, rolling her hips, rocking back against my

hardness. "Then I'll take care of you. The very best I can."

She rose up, her hands on my chest, leaning over me.

"Now be quiet, while I give you your gift."

I moaned as she positioned her feet at my sides, lifting her

hips up and then bringing them down quickly, impaling herself. She grunted at
the bottom, then lifted up and drove down again. She rode me hard, working at
it, pounding away on my hard staff. I reached down and held her hips while I
thrust against her.

Briana was breathing hard, fucking me. I watched her,

enthralled. Her full tits shaking with each thrust, her beautiful face a
picture of concentration, her lips open, gasping for air. Her smooth legs open
wide, giving me a clear view of her sexy cunt, as my hard cock disappeared
inside of her.

"I'm going to come for you," I gasped.

"Thank you," she whispered, leaning down on top of

me, lifting her ass up. I grabbed her hips, pounding up into her. Close, very
close.

"Take it," she moaned sweetly. "It's yours,

baby."

I hammered into her, as fast and hard as I could, groaning.

"Fuck!" I gasped, pulling her down for my final release.

She whimpered sweetly, as I filled her sweet cunt, pushing

into her deeply, releasing stream afte

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