"The Investment Advisor" (MF cons) 

It is hard to describe the various different feelings that you
experience upon taking a phone call and the caller tells you that you
are the winner of $10 million -- yes, million -- in the lottery. The
immediate reaction is disbelief. You have been playing the same
numbers twice a week for more than two years and the closest you ever
got was four out of six. Now, all of a sudden, this caller from out of
the blue says you have all six numbers correct -- you are a winner,
financial woes are a thing of the past. While your stunned mind tries
to fathom this news, disbelief is replaced by doubt. Do you know a
practical joker who would relish a chance to set you up like this? 

So of course you ask the caller to prove that you are the winner. They
read out the winning numbers and you know that this is legit because
you have never -- but never --told your numbers to anyone else. So
finally you let yourself experience simple, pure, unadulterated joy.
Your mind slips into neutral and lets the body enjoy itself. You jump
up and down, scream and shout and act like a complete idiot while the
caller waits patiently for you to calm down. This is apparently old
hat for them. Finally arrangements are made for you to collect the cash.

There were two things that I decided right away. I would make a
substantial investment with the money and then ensure that I could
live the rest of my life in relative comfort. Jets, yachts and sports
cars had no immediate appeal. So to get the investment thing out of
the way I scoured the newspapers for investment companies and listed
their names.

Then came a strategy. I would approach each company as if I were
fairly destitute but with the possibility of making it big. I decided
that I would only deal with a company that was happy to do business
with me when I was down and not only because I had made a few dollars.
I had a few perfunctory meetings with the local bank trust officers,
each more dismissive than the last. Among the possibles, however, was
one small financial services company, which made an appointment for
the following week. 

So Tuesday morning found me in their offices waiting for Ms. Susan
Reilly, Investment Advisor. While marking time in the interview area
-- a spectacular glass-walled room on the thirty-eighth floor
overlooking the harbor -- I surveyed the people passing by. Quiet,
young, they seemed like suitably understated professionals. There were
also some very tasty ladies employed in this company; as each one
approached I wondered if this was her. When they passed along down the
hallway, skirts swaying, I sighed in disappointment. 

I was watching one particularly devastating example pass from view
when suddenly the doorway was filled by an attractive, if somewhat
flushed, young woman.

"Sorry, to have kept you waiting," she said, closing the door, "but
one of my customers is desperately ill and his family have been
checking up on his investment portfolio. He has quite a selection so
I've had quite a time pulling it all together." 

She held out her hand and said her name, "Sue Reilly," and we shook.
Her grasp was confident, her hands were soft and dry with long slim
fingers topped by medium-length subtly-manicured nails. Despite her
high heels she stood several inches shorter than my six feet. She was
slightly out of breath and the jacket of her royal blue suit filled
out with her heaving chest. Though she was by no means a model, her
jacket was pleasantly rounded in the front. Her face wore a pleasant
smile. 

I introduced myself and we sat down on opposite sides of the small
office on couch-like chairs. The low chairs cause her skirt to ride up
her fine legs before she demurely settled it back down. She had well
rounded thighs neatly encased by dark hose. Lifting my eyes I studied
her. Curly dark hair surrounded a round, freckled face. Deep
thoughtful green eyes and an angelic smile. Very attractive. We talked
about all sorts of things and then eventually got around to my
investment problem. 

I told her that I was seeking advice because I was in the process of
selling an idea to a company that had promised a substantial amount
for the rights to the product. Hey, I had to make up something that
made me out to be a suspect case. I wanted to see whether the
treatment I received before and after I revealed my true wealth was
any different. 

Susan was a true professional and questioned me on the device I had
"invented", which was a secure computer device that controlled the
ignition system of a car. I told her all about it, only needing to
make up some of it, as I had in fact been involved in the development
of just such a prototype. She made a few remarks, evidenced concern
over protecting my patent rights, and quickly drew up an inventory of
my investment goals. Throughout the meeting I was impressed by the
fact that she somehow made the process -- normally something dry and
boring -- lively and interesting with her earthy sense of humour and
infectious smile.

I fell in love with her sharp laugh and her wicked sense of humour.
Using the investment as an excuse I made arrangements to follow up
with her a few days later; eventually this led to many such meetings.
Of course eventually I invested with them. The investments in fact
have done quite well, handily out-performing the indexes and most of
the competitors.

I ultimately told Susan about the lottery and she found my subterfuge
amusing. Due to my substantial investments with the company -- not to
mention the close friendship I had developed with her -- I was invited
to their end-of-summer cruise on a small liner. It was a warm summer
evening and the sky was clear and brightly lit by the full moon. You
could even see a few stars through the haze. Although I had been
invited to bring along a companion, I had chosen to attend the
function alone. 

The event was interesting, the food better than these things usually
are. I made small talk with some of the people I'd met over the past
several months, but did not find Susan among the guests. Eventually,
looking for a moment to collect my thoughts I found a deserted space
on a deck somewhat away from the hubbub. As I stood on the deserted
deck I sensed someone near me. I turned and saw Sue -- wearing a long
silken green dress -- walking slowly toward me. There was something
unexpected in the set of her mouth; she looked decidedly unhappy. I
nodded to her, but was unwilling to say anything until I knew more
about this mood she was apparently in. For a few minutes we stood
there companionably, staring out at the phosphorescent wavelets in the
harbor in total silence. Finally, without turning to me, she asked,
"Why are men such bastards?" 

I looked over at her. In profile her face seemed to glow in the
moonlight. Highlights in her eyes testified to the fact that she was
welling up with tears. I said, "Why? Some other god-damn bastard lie
to you about the lottery?" 

I smiled, hoping that she understood I was just trying to break her
out of the mood.

Her face cracked a smile, she turned toward me. She shook her head
from side to side. She then proceeded to tell me about a huge fight
she had had with her lover. He was apparently quite pissed about her
going on this overnight trip. She opened up to me, giving me a
run-down on all of the problems that are only natural in any long-term
relationship. While she was talking we started walking around the
ship; it was much later when we realised that in fact the party had
wound down or retired to rooms below-decks and that we were probably
the only two still awake on the upper decks.

By now I knew her problems intimately as I simply allowed her to vent
and spent most of my time just listening, nodding supportively from
time to time. Eventually we stood close together and I reached over to
touch her arm to comfort her. At the same moment she turned toward me.
Instead of her arm, my hand brushed her breast through the fine silk
material. The softness was electric as I felt her round firmness and
the protruding button of her nipple. Instinctively I opened up my hand
to lightly cup her and run my thumb over the top of her nipple. She
gave a slight shiver, with my other hand on her back I pulled her
toward me.

We melted into each other's arms, her face tipped up to mine, and our
lips came together slowly. Her mouth opened, our tongues met inside
her yielding mouth. My right hand was trapped between us, with my left
I reached down to stroke her butt. She moaned softly and pressed her
hips into mine. At first I thought she had no panties on until I felt
the thin strip of material from the g-string she was wearing. We
kissed for ages, savouring the feel and taste of each other's hungry
mouths. 

When finally she pulled away to catch her breath she lifted her head
up and I moved my head to her shoulder and kissed her gracefully
arched neck. I then leaned down to rub my tongue across the hard
nipple pushing against the thin material of her dress. I felt a shrug
of her shoulders, then somehow the dress was loose and as I pulled my
head back the material fell, exposing her chest. In the moonlight her
breasts were a contrast of light on the slopes and darkness in the
valley between. The skin was covered in the freckles that continued
down from her face. Her nipples were a deep pink, with central nubs
that stood out from the paler circle surrounding. The areolae seemed
to have no clear definition, they simply faded into the pale pink skin
of her breasts. I looked into her eyes and saw my own naked lust
reflected in them. 

Her hands on the back of my neck pulled my head and lips to her left
nipple which I sucked into my mouth hungrily. A groan escaped from her
throat and her fingers clutched harder against the back of my head. I
opened my mouth fully so that it covered a large part of her breast
and roughly ran my tongue over her nipple, areolae and the soft round
flesh on the top of her breast. I let my teeth slowly, caressingly,
carefully close over her succulent nipples. As I pulled away my saliva
shone in the moonlight light and she stood with her head back, eyes
closed and lips slightly parted.

I moved my mouth to hers and covered it; our tongues danced together
slurping noisily across our teeth, lips and gums. I became painfully
aware of my engorged cock confined inside my jocks and sighed as she
reached her hand and gently stroked it through the taut cloth of my
pants. With a nervous shake I turned away and looked around. Slipping
my arm around Susan I held up her dress protectively and walked her
toward the back of the ship. The pool area was there and we descended
the six steps to reach the sunken deck. It was secluded and its
position prevented the area being overlooked from the rest of the
ship. Luckily for us someone had left a lounge chair out. We walked
toward it in silence; I gently steered Sue to the end and turned her
so that her back faced the lounger. I took my hand off her back and
then let her dress fall as she shook herself out of it. It pooled at
her feet and she stepped out of it. She was now standing in a silken
emerald-colored g-string and black hold-up stockings. The stockings
had an intricate lacework design at the top. She looked stunning and I
was reminded of it by the pressure that my cock exerted on my pants.
Holding her hand I helped her lie back on the lounger and I then
crouched over her and placed my hands over her round tits. Playfully I
pushed them together, then ran my tongue over the twin towers of her
nipples. I massaged her tits with tongue, lips and teeth until I felt
her pelvis thrusting up and down against me. I kissed her again and
the thrusts became more urgent. She spread her legs and I knew she
wanted me to touch her. I moved my leg to the junction of her thighs
so that she had something solid to rub against, since I still wanted
to give her tits more attention.

She immediately pressed her silk-clad pussy against my leg and pushed
up against it. I continued to suck and lick her nipples, tits,
shoulders and neck until the thrusts became quicker, shorter, more
insistent. I then moved my head down her body trailing my saliva along
the way. Nearing her pubic area I caught the musky aroma of her
excited sex and as I looked down at the material between her legs I
could see that her panties had soaked through. It was difficult for me
to concentrate as my first instinct was to simply shove my cock deep
inside her. However, I vowed to satisfy her and then to get my own
relief. I moved back and pulled my leg away from her. At the same time
I leaned over and planted a wet kiss on the moist center of her
panties. Her scent was sweet, musky, and fragrant; she tilted her hips
so that my tongue made direct contact with the bud of her clitoris. I
pushed against it with the tip of my tongue and felt the slight bulge
shift from side to side. With greater urgency I slipped my hand
beneath the material and drew it to the side, touching the warm,
sodden slit with my curled fingers. Her lips had opened slightly and I
sent my tongue plunging into her as far as it could go. My nose pushed
up against her mound and I thrust my tongue in and out of her while
rubbing the bud at the same time. Her legs parted, spread, and came to
rest on the tops of my shoulders. I felt her ankles cross behind my
back, rocking me in time to the insistent lapping of my tongue.

She came suddenly in great spasms as her thighs clamped against the
side of my face. As she subsided I felt her moisture all around my
mouth. I licked at my lips. It tasted great.

Roughly I yanked her panties off and pulled my face back to stare at
her pussy. Her lips were clearly visible and glistened with her
juices. I stood up and quickly disposed of my clothes. Sue simply lay
there and looked up at me with a contented smile on her face as I
tossed my shirt to the deck and tugged at my belt. She held her hands
behind her head, the motion of her shoulders causing her breasts to
sway tantalizingly. When I was finally naked I positioned myself
between her legs on the lounger and, grabbing my cock in my hand, was
about to plunge into her. My knuckle brushed her clit again and her
cunt twitched. All at once I wanted her to come again, so using my
knuckle rubbed it back and forth over her clit. With a sigh she closed
her eyes and moved her hips in a pulsating motion as if a cock were
inside of her. I could tell she was close to a climax and as her chest
heaved, I took a fingerful of saliva onto my finger and rubbed it
across the head of my cock. As I felt her tense up for the start of
her orgasm I pushed my cock against her cunt, maintaining the pressure
on her clit. With a gasp she came, and as she did I slipped the head
of my cock into her and felt the flutter of her contractions on it.

She had lifted her hips completely off the lounger and her head was
tossing from side to side. She was still coming when I moved my hand
away and slid to the hilt inside her. She pulled her smooth
stocking-covered legs up, crossing her ankles behind my back. She met
my thrusts with returning thrusts of her own, her heels brushing
against my ass from time to time. Her cunt felt like a moist furnace
as my cock slipped in and out of her. I pulled back as far as I could
and rammed into her. She gasped and held me tighter and tighter. The
harder I thrust the more she pushed back and the more she moaned. I
could feel the moisture of her cunt dripping down across my swaying
balls; I felt the lips of her pussy rubbing my cockhead as it withdrew
and was pushed back past them. I felt my cock tense up and Sue did
too, as she opened her eyes, staring up at me as the first spasm of
cum leapt out of the eye of my cock to coat itself into the depths of
her pussy. Her eyes locked onto mine as I came again and again with my
cock pushed as deeply inside as I possibly could.

Although I knew that she had not climaxed again, she certainly looked
satisfied. I stayed buried inside her as my body recovered from this
glorious fuck. She stroked my back as we enjoyed the pleasant way our
perspiration evaporated in the cooling night air. Finally, with a sigh
I got off her and she picked up her panties and used them to sop the
torrent of my cum still flowing from her cunt. With a smile she threw
them into the air -- they sailed off over the back of the ship and
into the harbor.

We dressed in silence then, when we were dressed, she came into my
arms. Quietly, almost as if she was afraid of what she was saying, she
murmured, "Oh Patrick. That was wonderful."

I sensed there was more, however. I nodded quizzically, "But?"

"Well, yes. It was great and I really enjoyed it, but... You know it
has to be a one-time thing, right?"

I nodded, not sure how I felt about it.

She continued, "I really appreciate your listening and for taking the
time to..." I could feel the smile even if I couldn't see it, "well,
you know." Her breath was warm on my neck.

"I know," I returned the invisible smile.

With a quick kiss on my cheek she walked off, leaving me alone on the
deck. Her scent still lingered in the air.