Progress

The next several months were a blur of my new normal. I finally admitted to myself that the old normal was gone and not coming back, and tried to find a new one. At home, things were basically as they had been with my family, although things with Charlie actually seemed to improve now that I was very rarely asking for sex. Charlie had never really been into it, and mostly did it as a favor; our relationship actually seemed to get better without this anchor on it. Beth was hanging out; she had been awkward around Charlie at first but after a little while things had settled down. Beth was a regular visitor to hang out when the family was home; when either family was out we were going hot and heavy all over each others' house. I was still going to work, but I only had to do things when I wanted to (which I sometimes did). Other times, I would do whatever I wanted in my office with no one caring, from watching movies and trying out video games to watching Netfucks (I had ported it over from my TV) and masturbating (just because I could have sex with anyone I wanted didn't mean I didn't still appreciate a good bit of self loving to porn). I particularly got off on jacking off naked with my office door wide open and porn on high volume and seeing everything outside going on as normal. I had given Power an automatic cleaning command, so anytime I was finished, I would be cleaned up, so I could fuck, suck and cum wherever I wanted without constantly needing a shower. Not to say I wasn't fucking all over; although I didn't do anything in the office, I did everywhere else: restaurant's, stores, movie theaters. I even tried out a few more prostitutes (making them want it rather than me paying them; you would be surprised how much better they are when they care about pleasure instead of getting you to come quickly so they can get to the next client).

It wasn't that there was no one to do at the office, but I was enjoying the slow burn with Sharon. Obviously I was making her and everyone there ignore my escapades, so as far as as she was concerned I was the patient, kind boss she was trying to gradually seduce. With the passage of weeks, I enjoyed watching her make plainer and plainer advances toward me. Our work required that we spend a lot of time together, particularly as I was training her in her new duties (sometimes I actually did this, sometimes I cloned myself to do it, sometimes she just remembered me doing it, depending on my mood). Sharon made the most of the occasions when I was there, finding reason to lean over my desk to point out a paragraph in a report to give me a chance to peer down her blouse (after the first couple weeks, I had reapplied the boob enhancement I had used on her clone, so the view was spectacular), or bringing her chair closer than necessary, so that our legs would press together as we studied storyboards. And of course she wasn't sparing with the flattery (some of it earned); she considered every one of my ideas brilliant, and would ask my advice on reports, and hang on my every word.

This slow seduction was turning me on tremendously. It was a nice contrast to seeing a pretty woman in the supermarket, walking up to her, having her clothing evaporate, and pounding her into the shelving without a word being exchanged. It was hard not to just hop on her, but I knew the payoff would be worth it. Watching the progress of the seduction was much more fun than just bending her over a desk and fucking her, and one reason I kept coming into the office was to see what she was going to do next.

It was right before Christmas when things came to a head with Sharon. We were going to be closed for the holiday, but before then Sharon and I had a new business presentation in Denver. It would be one of our biggest accounts when we got it (thanks to my powers it was in the bag); Sharon was nervous since it was her first time doing a presentation for a client. I could have gotten out of it but I felt like traveling. The presentation was in the afternoon, and we had to take a couple of the main people to dinner afterwards, so the plan was to spend the night and get the early-morning flight back. I had to literally hold Sharon's hand and reassure her that she'd do fine before the presentation. Having never done anything like this before, she looked like she wanted to throw up. She was so nervous she even forgot to flirt with me. The presentation went well, without any help from me, other than making sure no tech problems happened. Sharon was much better than most rookies, only stammering a very little bit; I doubt anyone even particularly noticed.

"Tom, I don't know how to thank you. I knew nothing when I came to work for you, but you've helped me so much," she was gushing at me as headed back to the hotel to change for dinner. "I hope you're pleased..."

"You did a great job, Sharon," I said as we got out of the elevator. "Let's really drive it home at dinner and chalk it up in the in column." We didn't have to do much (I think this was from the presentation, not Power rigging things); they told us they were going to recommend switching their account to us, which of course meant they were going to. Several toasts were drunk to a long and mutually prosperous relationship. Sharon and I headed back to the hotel in a bubbly haze, rather drunk. She was happy and I was happy for her (like I said, I had liked her from when I met her clone, and the real one was just as nice). "I don't want this to end. Let's have one more drink," Sharon said as we got back to the lobby. This hotel had a bar, but it was noisy and overcrowded. "I want to talk. Why don't we use the minibar in my room?" she asked, shaking her head at the crowd. "I mean, if you think that would be okay?" she added, uncertainly.

I agreed that it would be okay, but I was sick of wearing a suit, so I suggested that we meet in ten minutes in her room, so we could change. I don't think this was planned, but it was clear she was going to try to seduce me tonight, and I intended to be there for her to try. When I got to her room she had changed into jeans topped by a designer t-shirt, my outfit was similar (only so much you can get in a small piece of luggage). Her room abnormally neat for a hotel room that had been lived in; either that or she had straightened the place up quickly. I brought a bucket of ice, and she had opened the minibar and brought out an assortment of those tiny bottles you find in them, lining them up on the dresser/table.

The room had a small balcony, so we had our drinks sitting out there, since as with most hotel rooms it was a bit stuffy inside. "I thanked you earlier, but I just want to say it again," Sharon stated, stirring her drink absently with her finger. "I really feel like I've been very lucky to have a boss like you. You know the business so well and you're so willing to share what you know... Well, anyway, I really appreciate it."I felt a bit guilty here; at least 75% of what she was referring to was either taught by my clone or just downloaded straight into her memory, so really I was probably the most inattentive boss in history. "It's been a pleasure helping you learn," I dissembled, conveniently ignoring my inattention. "You are a pleasure to be around. I feel comfortable with you."

"I feel comfortable with you, too," she replied, shifting to look me in the eye. "To be perfectly honest, sometimes I think that I'm entirely too comfortable with you." I was going to reply, but I saw the look in her eyes. Instead, I put down my drink, stood up, reached down, and helped her up, then I pulled her tightly to me and kissed her. The kiss lasted a long time. At first it was lips only, but soon our tongues were busy, and then our hands joined the action, roaming over each others backs. Sharon finally broke the kiss, took me by the hand, and led me to the bed. She kissed me again and reached down to undo my zipper. "I've been waiting for this opportunity, And I'm going to make the most of it," she said, as she fished my manhood our of my pants.

She was down on her knees then; I pulled my pants and underwear down, not wanting her to have to do me through my zipper. For her, I had decided to enhance my cock a bit, as I had done for her boobs, making it longer and thicker than my natural dick; it was a good bit larger than average. "It's a big one," she cooed, smiling at me as she put it in her mouth. Sharon's blowjob was pretty good, as I recalled from her clone from my time with her clone, though as I was bigger she had to work a bit harder. This was more fun though, the result of months of flirting, rather than sudden and with me paying her. I recalled how **** the clone had been at first due to the situation, whereas this was her really wanting to fuck from the start. She had gotten the hang of my size, and I was enjoying it, but I was going to cum fairly soon if I let it go on. Even though I can go as much as I want, I've always felt it's poor form to come in a girl's mouth right off the bat, so I lifted her to her feet and kissed her deeply again, laying her back on the bed and massaging her. My hands stroked her breasts through her t-shirt, and she sighed as I cupped them and ran my thumb over the nipple, grabbing my head and pulling me down for another kiss. My hand got up under the t-shirt and stroked her soft belly, when I worked it slowly up to her breasts, my hands sandwiched between the cloth of her t-shirt and bra. Even stroking her belly elicited an intake of breath; groping her tits drew breathy moans. When I re-upgraded her tits, I also re-upgraded her sensitivity, which was paying dividends now.

"That's good," she said, as my hand at last reached her left breast. "Oh!!. Ohhhh! My breasts are so sensitive," she added. She pushed me off for a second, quickly pulling off the t-shirt and removing her bra in what appeared almost one motion. "Play with me!" she cried, grabbing my hands and putting on her bare tits. Her breasts were as I remembered them (I hadn't peeked since the clone; that would be cheating). They were not particularly large, compared to some, but well-formed and just the right size, just a shade bigger than my hand (and given I had decided how big they would be,m they better be the right size). Playing with her breasts something I didn't need encouragement to do. I licked and then sucked in the right nipple, taking the left left between my fingers and pulling it out as far as it would go without hurting. She gasped and panted, pulling my head hard into her chest, trying to stuff more boob into my mouth. I had to let go of her breast to breathe for a second, then I dived right back in, cutting of her groan of disappointment. My other hand wandered over her body, heading southward, pausing briefly at her navel before continuing down to the waist of her jeans.

I poked the tips of my fingers under the waist and stroked a little, but they were too tight to go far in. I unsnapped the jeans and lowered the zipper, then stroked the satiny nylon of her panties, feeling the wetness of her crotch. She was impatient to have her cunt attended to, so she lifted her ass off the bed and pushed the jeans and panties to her knees in a **** motion. I used a free hand to get them all the way off throwing them to the ground, then quickly peeled off my remaining clothing as well. With both of us now unencumbered, my hand stroked the inside of Sharon's muscular thighs, before dropping down to her crotch. Sharon lifted her crotch to meet my hand hand, spreading her legs she did so, showing off her bare cunt (yes, I usually take care of that for my partners). "Yes, that's good, touch me there," she whispered, her breath catching.

I continued to suck her tit as I rubbed the outside of her cunt, then I inserted a finger near into her slit; not far, but an intake of breath told me that she liked it. I pushed in a bit further, actually beginning to penetrate her, and another intake of breath told me she was liking it as I began to finger-fuck her. The finger-fuck had her hips moving after just a few strokes, and soon she was moaning and thrusting her hips harder as I added another finger and fucked her faster and harder. If I had touched her clit she probably would have cum right there, but I wasted the first time for us (for real) to be together.

I pulled my hand out and released her breast, then quickly positioned myself between Sharon's thighs and lowered my cock down into her wide-open cunt. She shivered as the head of my cock pushed into the hole, then reached out to pull me down for a kiss. "That's it, fill me up," she said softly, shifting her hands to my ass and pulling me into her. I did as she asked, slowly sliding my cock deep into her. We were both primed and it took only a few strokes to bring her to climax. She bucked wildly and groaned. I grunted and thrust hard as I came into her , then let the waves pass over her. "Do you want more?" I asks when she came down. "You know damn well I do," she replied, and I began to fuck her again, first slowly and then speeding up. She was still riding pretty high from her first cum and it took a short time for her to reach the crest again as I fucked her with long, deep strokes, gradually speeding up. This time I used my powers a little, holding her right on the edge as I fucked her harder and harder. I held back my own orgasm so I could drive her wild with frustration. She was pushing her hips up at me, pawing at my back, and beginning to sob with passion. "Oh God, I'm coming, I need it," she panted. "Give it to me harder, Tom!! I'm coming, I'm coming. I'M CUMMING!!!!" Except she wasn't quite yet. I Kept hammering on her, and she moaned louder and threw her legs up in the air. "Harder, harder," she yelled, "I've got to come." I let her go as I slammed into her one last time, grinding my cock deep into her pussy, shooting my seed into her. She screamed out her lust, gripping me so hard it hurt and, her nails digging into my back as I pushed into her. We were locked together like that for a long time, before finally relaxing. I collapsed on top of her and both of us just breathed.

Neither of us moved or spoke for a while. After a bit, she squirmed a bit and I kissed her and slid out and off, laying beside her on the bed. "That's what I've been needing," she said as she lay her head on my chest. "A really good fuck. It's been so long. I've been thinking about this since the day I first met you," she added, "and it was every bit as good as I had imagined."

We lay their for a bit coming down. I gently caressed her back but otherwise we just spooned silently. "I don't want you to think I'll take advantage of this in the office," she aid, breaking the silence. "I appreciate what you've done for me," she added, sitting up sidewise, giving me a great view of her in venus pose. "I think we can keep our relationship professional, don't you?"

"Let's let time sort things out," I replied, not wanting to break the mood. I pulled her to me for a kiss, and began to knead her breasts lightly. "Just enjoy tonight tonight, and leave everything else till tomorrow." She kissed me back and put her hand down between my legs, Taking my hard cock in her hand. "I'll definitely go along with the 'enjoying tonight' part," she quipped. Very soon afterward, my head was between her legs, my tongue was between her labia, and her groans were turning to yells around my cock as she tried not to lose her sucking rhythm.

She hesitated for a second when I experimentally pressed my finger into her butt, and calmed down and got back to sucking. "That's good. I've never done that before," she put in when she came up for air. This was even better than her earlier brief blowjob. It was enhanced by her increased passion, having cum twice. The taste of her just-fucked cunt also made it better for me, as did felling her react to my ministration. I was making a double sawing motion with one finger each in ass and pussy, while I liked her and sucked her clit-sucking. She almost chocked on me when she orgasmed again.

I swung around until I was over her head, cock to face. She saw what I was doing and took my dick in her mouth, and I slowly fucked her face for several minutes as she sucked hard. I thought she might want me out as I tensed up, my breathing letting her know I was bout to blow, but she held on tight and reached down to gently squeeze my balls. I filled her mouth with several long spurts, and she swallowed every drop. I collapsed beside her, and held her close again. "I've never done that before," she said with pride, and I kissed her on her forehead. The two of us drifted off to sleep cuddled together.

Our flight in the morning was early, so we were up and out of the hotel with out the chance to do anything (without my powers, we would have missed the plane ceiling up). Our conversation was limited to work, almost to a fault. I didn't think she was ashamed, but she seemed to be drawing a line: we did it, it was in Denver, now back to boss and assistant.

"See you at the Christmas party?" I asked her when we were parting ways at the airport.

Based on "My Reward" by Azil