TRANSLATOR. Before I start this story just a few words of background about myself: I'm 36, 6feet tall, light brown, almost yellow hair, a nice athletic frame with just a few ounces of extra fat on it. Up till three weeks ago I considered myself a succesful businessman. On top of my traditional business education I spent 3 years educating myself as a translator with French and German as the main languages, and a bit of Spanish on the side. I got married to Sandie, a beautiful and loving person, landed myself a top job in a major company and for 10 years I worked my ass off establishing branches in France and Germany for this company. Working the long hours, utterly boring journeys, but: It was well paid. Until three weeks ago. I arrived at my office to find a note on my desk: HC wants to see you at 08.05. I jumped the lift, and by 08.09 I was riding back down on it: I was fired, the company had sold the European branches, and they wanted my office empty by 10 o'clock. 6 months pay had already been transferred to my bankaccount. Really, I was devastated. Went back to my office, took the few really personal belongings there, spread the rest on the floor, smashed a few lamps and left with the only greeting of goodbye I felt like: Gave the department manager the finger and banged the door after me. Drove downtown, parked my belongings in the railway station wardrobe, and then hit a few bars, feeling utterly sorry for myself. By three I was really pissed and called Sandie at her work. She is a secretary at a small, specialized litterary agents. Told her the situation in so many words concluding that here I was: In a sleazy bar downtown, drunk as a skunk, unable to find my way home, and would she please......? My saving angel arrived, kissed and hugged me, helped me out of the bar to her car,arranged for a taxi-company to bring my car home - picked up my belongings at the railway station, and by 5 I was sitting on a stool in our shower, the cool water and a mug of hot coffee slowly bringing back my wits - and the sight of my beautiful naked wife having her coffee on the toilet lid bringing up my spirits as well. At half past six after a lot of kissing and hugging and a couple of wild abandoned fucks she finally looked into my eyes and asked: "Now, love, what was all that about?" Then the explanations, the fear of not getting an equally well paid job, how she would react to a husband on the dole, the neighbours etc. etc. etc. "STOP" she screamed. "I'd LOVE it if you could not find an equally well paid job ! I might even get to see you. I love you, you know. And we really don't need the money. The house is paid for, the cars are paid, everything is paid, and we have a really solid bankaccount. Unfortunately we can't have children - but then no surprises that way. We could live on my pay for the next 15 years !" God, that lovely woman. Not only more beautiful than nearly all the actresses you see on the screen, but a hell of a lot of brains too. Well, I shall try to make this as short as possible, so we can get to the real story - the hot one. For a couple of weeks I translated small short-stories for Sandie's employer. The pay was standard, which is not too much, but it was extremely nice work - with my labtop on the gardentable, Beethoven and Mozart from the loudspeakers and cold juice in the fridge. And Sandie loved it too. Our rate of lovemaking soared from twice a month to four or five times a week. Then last Tuesday Alexander called me. Alexander is Sandie's boss. He wanted to compliment me on the translations, and then he asked how I should take to translating some really hot French porno stories. I told him that I'd have no problem about that. Fine - because he had 25 stories that he needed translated in about 3 weeks. I told him that the translation was not the big issue, but my typing on the computer should prevent it. Then Alexander asked: - We have a very efficient young woman, Hannah. She's a wizzard on a keyboard - if you translate to her she can type it almost as fast as you can tell it. How should you like to work in our offices for the next 3 weeks? We agreed on that, so Wednesday morning I got up with Sandie, and she asked: Where do you think you are going? - Same place as you. - I don't believe you. - Well, you'll just have to wait and see, won't you? Of course I told her the deal with Alexander - and then Wednesday saw me in a new and strange situation which brought the blood to my cheeks. Hannah was a real beauty of the dark and sultry type. She was somewhere between 25 and 30, and when the first really dirty words and acts came up in the translation I had serious trouble getting them across my teeth. I was blushing, Hannah was blushing, and we hardly dared look at each other. That kind of words I had not even used with Sandie. Suddenly Hannah turned towards me: - You know, we'll have to find a way out of this, or we are not going to make any money - and Alex won't get his stories on time. - You are not even halfway wrong, I said, shifting my stiff penis as discretely as possible, but of course she noticed. - Yes, it is a pretty hot story, isn't it? It makes me horny too, just this first page and a half. - OK. It's just that I'm not at all used to say that kind of words to a beautiful woman, but I see I shall have to. And then you'll just have to ignore, that my cock shows its own appreciation of the story. - Well, we'll se about that, dear. Shall we procede? And so we did. When we were half an hour further into the story my cock was stiff as a board and raring to go, and Hannah's nipples were doing a hard job trying to poke through her bra and blouse. She was breathing heavily, and she had parted her thighs a little. I made no secret of it, that I was squeezing my cock from time to time and suddenly I rolled my chair closer to Hannah and stretched out my hand. Her right nipple fitted snugly between my two fingers, and I squeezed it and twisted it a little, and then let my hand cup her whole breast before I returned the hand to myself. Suddenly without looking at me she stretched out her right hand and placed it right on my cock which she then caressed and squeezed for a few seconds. I started to moan, but Hannah quickly put her hand across my mouth and with the other she pointed to the door which was open by a fraction to the outer office where Sandie and Alexander were working. They could see nothing, but my moans definately should rise suspicion. I nodded my approval, read out the next sentence, and as Hannah started writing I quickly let my hand slide the short way from her knees to her cunt, which I found dripping wet. As I was reading the next sentence I applied a good amount of pressure to her clitoral area and moved my finger up and down on those soaked panties. I leaned over to whisper into her ear: - I can't very well go out into that office. Please get up, take off your panties in here before you go out to pick up a couple of mugs of coffee for us. - Sure, she said out loud. Sugar or milk? With that she got out of the chair, hitched her fingers in the waistband of her panties and pulled them down. The second they were off she lifted her skirt to show me a very sexy, trimmed black triangle. Then she put her panties right in my nose while she said out loud: - Fine. I like mine black too, and with that she walzed out into the outer office to get the coffee. I heard a bit of small-talk from out there, and then I suddenly saw Sandie's face in the doorway. - Well, mr. pornographer, how are things going? she said with a smile. - Well, I'm happy I read Jean Genet with a French tutor, because a lot of these words are definately not in the ordinary dictionaries. But we are proceeding, and it's a fine way to work if we are ever going to meet the deadline. - Are the stories horny or not? - I'll take a copy for you when we go home. I never thought I'd share this kind of material with a good looking stranger. - Ah. Hannah is not that much of a stranger. You just relax and do a good job. Have a good time, - and with that she withdrew to her desk just as Hannah entered the small office with the two mugs of coffee and a big smile on her face. She walked right up to me and stood in front of my chair with her legs apart and a cup in each hand. A very open invitation. And I accepted it and let my hand slide from her knee up to her cunt. She was dripping and her lips felt all pouted. My finger slid easily between her lips and circled her clit a few times while I looked into her eyes and licked my lips. - Here's your coffee, John, you look as if you could need something wet. - Yes, I sure could. Hannah sat down on her chair and we took a couple of sips off our coffee, and then she said: - Well, we'd better take up where we left if we are to get something done before lunch. With that she bundled up her skirt around her waist, sat down again and then opened 3 buttons in her shirt and the front opening of her bra. God, she looked marvellous. - I'm ready, she chirped, you just read. I started reading again, but at the same time my right hand was very busy under her skirt. She pushed her pelvis slightly forward so I had easy access to her clit and vagina, and when I started masturbating her calmly she smiled, gasped a little here and there, and all the time she was banging the keyboard. Suddenly she straightened up her body so she was sitting on her cunt again. - Phew, that was close, she whispered to me. - I don't want to come yet. Take out your cock and let me see you masturbate while you look at me. - You really mean that, don't you? - Of course I do. If we can write such a horny story we can do horny things too. - Sure, I said. I quickly zipped down, fished out my cock, and started playing with it while reading out about a girl who was fucked in her arse and later cleaned out when her lover pissed her through and through. Hannah's eyes grew larger and larger and the same thing happened to my uncircumsised 8-incher - God, I'd love to taste that one, she whispered. I got up and put it to her face: - but only for 15 seconds, you have got to write. For 15 wonderful seconds she grabbed it with both hands, put it into her mouth and then pulled the foreskin back so I could feel the head being bared in her hot mouth. Great. I pulled out of her mouth and sat down again, still masturbating while she sometimes put her right hand to her cunt in between her writing. - I need to get it into you, NOW ! Very slowly I was getting desperate. - OK. Lower the seat of your chair. She was still typing when I sat down on the very low chair. She pushed her own chair a bit to the side and whispered: - Come. Hurry. I rolled in front of the computer, and with a very ungracious but extremely effective motion, she lowered herself unto my lap in such a way, that my hungry cock disappeared up into her steaming cunt. My God, that felt super. Still keeping up the charade of translating, she made the silkiest little movements on my cock, small movements up and down, little squeezes, rotating her hips. All of it absolutely wonderful. I reached round with my right hand and found her clit. I started masturbating her very slowly, but increased speed and pressure gradually. In a few minutes she clamped her thighs down on my hand and used her right hand in an attempt to prevent me from making her come, but to no avail. I am rather strong, and her will was not that genuine. Suddenly her whole body was shaking. Her cunt grabbed my cock like a vice, and she almost exploded in her attempt to make her come soundless. I brought my hand up to massage her lovely little tummy. Soon she relaxed and came down from her high, and then I started masturbating her again. At this part of the story the heroine was having her nipples licked and bitten by a big German shepherd. So my left hand copied the dog's movements on the heroines breasts while my right was busy masturbating Hannah. And dutifully she orgasmed again - and again. Just before her fourth come she raised herself off my stiff cock. - Now do your own typing, you horny bastard. With that she slid to the floor in front of me, and while I both read out the text and wrote it into the computer Hannah gave me the most satisfying blowjob of my life. Not that I was ever that crazy for being sucked off, but she could really do it - with one hand round my cock and a finger from the other creating chaos in my arse. Just as I had started coming Sandie's voice came through the half open door: - Are you two about ready for some lunch? I sputtered and coughed a little to hide my excitement, and while Hannah quickly got to her feet I cried: - Yeah. I think we are both ready for a break. We both managed to look decent when Sandie came into our room. - Alexander must be crazy today. He just offered to take us out for lunch instead of having a take-out lunch brought here. I don't know what came into his head, but I think we should accept. - Sure, said Hannah. I'll just make a back-up on diskettes - it's just a minute, and then we'll go. - Remember a copy for me, laughed Sandie. - Beware of them, warned Hannah. - Oh, what's the matter. Did they do something to you? - You could say that, Hannah smiled. You just wait.