January 18, 2016

Write Now.



Some of my brainstorms are just that. Storms. They come crashing down on me, leaving me wet and shaken. Others are more like brainfucks. Seductive whispers to get me into bed...leaving me wet and, you guessed it, shaken.

So here is my latest brainstorm. Brainfuck. Brainwave.

Today, at ten a.m. California time I'm going to live write a short erotic story. Here. For your enjoyment. I'll be updating the piece as I go along, refreshing the page every five minutes. How can you be sure that I'm not simply pasting in a previously written story? Well, that's where you come in. For the next 3.5 hours, I'm asking for your input.

Name my characters. Give me a setting. Suggest a type of kink to incorporate. I'm all yours. Will I use all the ideas? I don't know. I've never done this before.

Will this even work? I have no fucking clue. Maybe I'll be here all by myself. But that's the thing with brainwaves, you never can be sure if the idea will work if you don't try. And 2016 for me is all about trying.

See you at 10.

XXX,
Alison

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Let's just say this is the strangest type of writing I've ever attempted. You're watching. I'm writing. I will do my best to make this work. Every five (or so) minutes, I will update. You'll see the story built in real time from 10 a.m. to 11 a.m. Fingers (and toes) crossed that I will come up with something coherent, creative, and climax-worthy. Back in five.

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The New Girl
by Alison Tyler ... and everyone

Cerise sat in her cubicle, staring at the screen on her computer. Dull. The words were dull. The numbers were dull. The pie chart was dull. Although the bright graphic did make her want to eat pie. Maybe she'd sneak out to the break room and see if there was anything left over from latest birthday party. Beth had turned 29. Again, according to the office gossip. There might be a little of the coconut cream pie left over.

She was about to slip down the hall when her phone vibrated. She slid the cell from her pocket and saw that her coworker, one office over, was all over Twitter. Rocko was a rule-breaker, that's for sure. He didn't care if Twitter was banned from the office. He figured that if someone was watching him online, then that person was breaking the rules, too.

His feed was hysterical. Constant comments on their boss's attire. Did Mr. Manning actually wear socks with little capes attached? That would be too surreal. But Rocko could get in trouble. Cerise had only been at the office for a week, but she was already fluent in the employee rules. Whenever she landed a new job, she did her best to learn the lay of the land. To blend in as best as she could with the whims and wiles of the new setting.

She decided to stop by Rocko's office on the way to the break room. He wouldn't necessarily listen to her. Why should he? She'd only gotten her name on her parking space the day before. But she could speak her mind.

That's when she saw Tina, at Rocko's desk. What on earth was going on? Tina waved her over. "I'm just messing a little."

"You signed into his Twitter account?"

"He left it open."

"You're going to get him fired!"

"No... I'm going to spice up his morning..."

Cerise stared at her, confounded. She didn't like conflict. Rules were her friends. "What are you talking about?"

"Do you remember what Mr. Manning said at the last meeting?"

"No Twitter. Not during office hours," Cerise parroted the words precisely.

"That's not exactly what he said. He said there would be consequences."

"Isn't that the same thing?"

Tina grinned at her. "You're new here, Cerise. You don't necessarily understand how this office works. When Manning says 'consequences,' well..."

Rocko interrupted them then. He was licking his lips. Cerise's heart sank. There went the last of the cream pie. "Tina, you're such a..."

"A what, baby?"

"A tease," he said. "I can see your panties when you bend over like that."

Tina shot him a look. Then she realized her slacks had slid a little while she'd been Tweeting for him—or as him. The fuchsia lace band peeked over the top of her pants. Rocko came a little closer. "Putting words in my mouth?" he asked, reading what she'd been typing.

"Something like that."

"I'd rather put something in your mouth..."

Cerise stared at her two coworkers in open shock. What the fuck was going on? So she'd only been at the office for a week, but she'd worked in places like this before. And nothing compared to the way that
Rocko was now openly leering at Tina.

"Shut the door," Tina said.

Cerise started to leave. Whatever these two were up to, it didn't involve her. But Rocko stopped her. "No, you get to stay. Shut the door with you on this side." She didn't know why she listened to him. She ought to have retreated to her own office. Yet something in the heat between Rocko and Tina mesmerized her. So Cerise did as he asked, pressing her back to the wood. Were her two coworkers actually going to have sex at the office? If Twitter was verboten, would fucking be allowed?

Tina already had her black silk blouse off. Rocko sat in his chair and began to run his hands over Tina's lovely body. He unfastened her bra and began to kiss her breasts. Cerise felt herself starting to become aroused. How had this happened? She'd been analyzing pie charts only minutes before. Now, she had a front row seat to what looked like the hottest coupling in the office. Rocko, with his gorgeous brown eyes and thick black hair was definitely the stud of the organization. And Tina couldn't have been cuter. Red ponytail worn high up, green eyes that dazzled when she smiled.

And now... Now, Tina had Rocko's slacks open, and she was manhandling his cock. Right there. Right in front of Cerise. Right as... there was a knock on the door. Cerise looked at her office mates with wild eyes. What did they want her to do? Should she tell whoever was there to come back later?

"It's got to be Lily," Tina said. "Or Rose."

"Or both," Rock said.

"Let them in," Tina insisted.

"You can't be serious." This was Cerise, attempting to save them. "They'll see you. Your... your cock is out." Was she the only person with any self-preservation instinct? If they weren't careful, they'd all be fired.

"Nothing they haven't seen before," said Tina. Cerise slowly moved aside and opened the door. In walked Lily and Rose. The women were both attractive, both blonde. But Lily was tall and lean, with short birch-colored hair, and Rose was slightly shorter and very curvy.

"Saw your Tweets," Lily grinned. "Office orgy 10 a.m. Sharp. Sorry we're late."

Rose pulled a strap-on from her purse. "I brought this," she said. "I wasn't sure if there'd be enough cock to go around."

"Good thinking," Tina said. "Why don't you ladies strip. Rocko and I are going to get comfortable on the carpet."

Cerise stood in stunned silence. Her jaw had actually dropped. Like in a cartoon. Except this was real life. Real, dirty, sexy, filthy life. A life where Rose from accounting was now stripped and sliding into a  harness. She attached the dildo as if working with sex toys was second nature. From her bag, she pulled out an industrial-sized bottle of lube. She raised her eyebrows at Cerise.

"No, no, I'm good."

"You're all wet already?"

Cerise was tongue-tied. "I mean, I don't need any. I'll just watch."

"Ah, a voyeur," said Lily. "Lovely. We're into being watched." She pulled off her dress to reveal she was wearing nothing beneath. The woman was the office manager. She ran the whole place with no underwear on. Cerise felt as if her mind might actually explode at some point. She was over stimulated and under prepared to deal with her horny coworkers. All she'd wanted was coconut cream pie. And now she was the odd woman out of the office orgy.

She slid down the back of the door, until she was seated on the floor. Tina was on her knees, sucking Rocko's thick cock. Lila and Rose were sixty-nining on the carpet, with Lily deep-throating Rose's synthetic hard-on, and Rose moaning as if the dick were real. As if she could feel Lily's full lips traveling the length of that beast, sucking her in like a pro.

And that's when Mr. Manning arrived.

Cerise stood and hurried to the far wall. She didn't want him to think she was part of the... the festivities? Frivolities? Fuck fest that was going on right in front of him. But how could she distance herself? There was the scent of sex in the room, and the players were apparently undisturbed—and definitely undeterred—by the arrival of their boss.

"Ladies," Mr. Manning said as his eyes swept the room. "And Rocko," he added, taking in Rocko, who had his eyes closed as Tina used her heavenly mouth to bring him undiluted pleasure. Mr. Manning had a wry smile on his face. He didn't seem the slightest bit put out by the activities going on in Rocko's office.

"Sorry I'm late," he said as he began to take off his suit jacket. "Got caught up reading the latest figures that Cerise sent me." He nodded to the new girl. "Thanks for those," he said. "I appreciate your attention to detail."

"You're welcome," she said, her voice a whisper. Then, because she couldn't help herself, because this whole thing was too surreal to believe, she said, "What is going on here, Sir? I mean, they're fucking..." she nodded to Rocko and Tina, who were now bent over the arm of the sofa. Tina still had on her dove-gray slacks, but they were pulled down to her ankles. Rocko had slid her panties to the right, and he was driving into her from behind.

On the floor next to them were Rose and Lily. Rose was on her back, and Lily was bouncing up and down on the faux cock, groaning as the mammoth toy hit the perfect spot inside her. She looked like a goddess, lost in rapture, a petal-hue to her cheeks.

Was Cerise dreaming? Was she standing in her shower at home, using the vibrating massage spray to stimulate her clit while she fantasized about her coworkers? Maybe. She shut her eyes. Could she feel the water on her? Was the steam caressing her body?

No, that was Mr. Manning, who had his hand on her arm and was talking to her, but she had zoned out the first few words. "...happy workers, happy office."

"What did you say?"

"We celebrate each other's birthdays. Compliment new haircuts...."

"I'm sorry, Sir," Cerise said. "I've worked in offices before. This doesn't compute. They're all fucking."

He nodded, agreeing complacently with her assessment. "And they're having a good time, by the looks of things."

Rocko and Tina had now parted. Tina'd taken off her high heels and her slacks. She stood for a moment in her pretty panties, before sliding those down, as well. Then she positioned herself in front of Lily, so that the gorgeous office manager could slick her clit while still fucking Rose.

"You're okay with all of this?" Cerise asked her boss.

"Of course."

"But you're not okay with Twitter."

"I said there would be consequences..."

"I guess I'm just not understanding..." her eyes were now focused on Rose, who had changed the position of herself and Lily. Lily was on her hands and knees, and Rose was fucking her doggy-style. Tina had splayed herself on her back, and Lily dropped her head forward and nuzzle her cunt. Rocko was sitting on the sofa, slowly jerking himself off while he watched the three ladies maneuver each other to new heights.

"Consequences..." Mr. Manning said, and he had his shirt unbuttoned now. Cerise took in his broad, muscled chest. He was eyeing her with a devilish look. "Consequences can mean many different things," he said. "For Rocko... later on today, it means I will bend him over my desk and fuck him until he comes all over my blotter."

"You didn't actually say that in the meeting," Cerise stammered. She stared at Rocko. He winked at her.

"Of course not," Mr. Manning agreed. "They all knew what I meant. I figured, if you had any questions, you'd come directly to me."

"So you're good with this?" she spread out her hands. "This office orgy?"

He nodded, and he tilted his head at her, waiting to see what she'd say. Obviously deeply interested in her response.

"Tell me more," she said, "about these consequences."

"Well, Rocko also finished the last of the cream pie. That means, I'm going to have to use my belt on him before I fuck him."

Rocko mock shuddered. He looked delighted.

"What else?" Cerise asked. She was so wet now. It was difficult for her to speak.

"Tina was Tweeting for Rocko today, wasn't she?"

Cerise nodded.

"That means I'll be icing her nipples and using little clamps on them." Tina met Cerise's eyes and gave her a look that let her know she'd understood this fact the whole time. "Punishment like that makes Tina so wet that I slide into her pussy like a dream."

Cerise cleared her throat. "Is that so?" She felt as if she might come at any moment.

"Any other questions?" Mr. Manning asked. He was now standing before her in his crisp slacks, and she could tell he was hard.

"Do you actually wear socks with capes attached?"

Mr. Manning shot Rocko a look. "You'll get ten extra for that," he said to his subordinate. To Cerise he said, "They joke that I'm some sort of super hero. Because I can go all night long." He took her hand and brought it to the front of his slacks. "Care to find out for yourself?" he asked.

Cerise gazed around the room. Then she started to undo the row of pearly buttons running the length of her dress. She might be the new girl, but she'd definitely do her best to fit in. Like she always did.

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Okay. Whew. That was one hour on the dot. 2,100 words. Ideas from Twitter, Blogger, DM's, emails. Thank you all for participating. What a rush! Hope you had fun, too!

XXX,
Alison

5 comments:

Clifford Carruthers said...

Beth Mcquire invites Tina Shumaker over to her apartment. Beth found a strap on in a locker at work. But once on, it turns into the real thing. It even shoots. When Tina arrives, Beth sees her in a new light. When Beth tries it on, the same thing happens to her. They take turns doing each other. They call Ricardo Manning over. He's straight. At least he thought he was.

Miz Angell said...

Can't really comment. Boss is being a super prick today. But my suggestion is that one of your characters wears superman socks, complete with attached cape. ;)

insearchoftheultimateprogramming said...

Uber (or taxi), Indian driver.

Clifford Carruthers said...

Fantastic!

168d7130-34d4-11e2-91ad-000bcdcb5194 said...

This is so cool! Since I am a walking cliche: hockey boys. Teammates, rivals, rookies, veterans, whatever. Use of gear a plus!

--Trix