Unknown - Computer Consultant

It began one day at a little place I used to work at, just after I had gotten into the computer consulting business. It was a small shop with about ten people that did typical office work, mostly typing. A woman named Margaret managed it for a guy who let her run things pretty much however she wanted as long as she kept costs to a minimum. That meant hiring mostly young girls, whom she could pay peanuts, to crank out the paperwork along with a couple of men to do the real work – like operating and maintaining the computers.

I had increased the efficiency of the place tenfold by installing a microcomputer network to handle their wordprocessing chores. I set 'em up with a 386 clone and a 100 meg hard disk as the server running the ever-popular N network with about half a dozen XTs as stations. Margaret was both thrilled and thankful for my effort.

After the installation of the hard and soft wares I was called back only for repairs, program updating and new employee training.

The girls were very computer illiterate, as most women are, and I really had my hands full training them. I could almost hear their disk heads grinding against the platters every time one of them began randomly pushing keys in panic.

Still, due to my expertise, Margaret had a nice, tight little operation going. Two girls, Lisa and Linda, labored full-time and her two daughters, Diane and Daphne, worked part-time. There was also one full-time male computer operator, Jeff. And that was it.

I went on consulting status and Margaret was able to save money by using me only when she needed support, which was on a fairly spotty basis, but pretty often. I still don't know whether to thank God or Satan that she needed me that day. Maybe I should thank them both.

Here is a brief description of the employees.

LISA – Nineteen years old, just out of high school and with no intention of going any further, she was the stuff of men's dreams.

She stood 5'4" and weighed in at around 120 pounds; a little on the fleshy side, but in all the right places. Her hair was brown and wavy and fell to the middle of her back which arched down to one of those butts a man would give anything to squeeze; a long, deep crack between round, bulging white globes that stuck way out and jiggled slightly when she walked. A pouty little mouth was planted in the middle of her rosy, apple-cheeked face. Her plump lips were painted a deep, wet shade of red and she wore rose-tinted glasses over deep-brown doe eyes. Topping this off was a pair of 48EEE tits with nipples that were, unbelievably, half an inch across and poked out about the same length from her tight sweaters when they were hard. A generous layer of baby fat still cushioned her low-slung hips. Jutting out from a nicely padded middle, they flanked a soft, round, slightly-raised little belly. In other words a sweet, young, juicy, wet-dream put on this earth for only one reason – Man's pleasure.

DAPHNE – The manager's older daughter. Also nineteen, she was more like the girl next door, but with some important differences.

She stood maybe an inch or two taller than Lisa and was skinnier, almost thin. Her short, curly brown hair framed one of those cute little cheerleader-type faces in the middle of which was planted a set of full, wide lips. All of her weight seemed to have gone straight to her tits and ass because they sure jutted out nicely in both directions from that thin frame; bottom heavy and top heavy at the same time, if you know what I mean. Her tits were the kind that are full and heavy on the bottom and sort of slope down from the top; real hangers. She always wore these hanging blouses with no bra and her sloping tits made them hang way out in front of her. I could see right through to her big, spongy nipples. Her ass was the real treasure, though. I had seen this kind on only one or two other girls in many years of watching and

I doubt that many of you will know what I'm talking about when I describe it because it is so rare. It starts lower down on the back than on most women and builds downward and out toward the rear into huge, meaty cheeks that seem to blend right into the legs and end just above the knee. It was as if her upper legs were one huge pair of ass sponges. (You see, I said you wouldn't know what I was talking about, but I hope you can picture it now).

If Lisa was a wet dream, Daphne was a deliciously gross fantasy.

She seemed kind of innocent, but I sensed something else lying underneath all of that.

LINDA – Linda was the one girl who didn't seem to fit in with the others at this place. First, she looked quite a bit older than the other girls although she was actually only twenty. And second, she was built differently. She was the tallest one in the place at 5'9" or 5'10"; an inch or two taller than me and she was big; maybe 180 or 190 pounds. She was definitely approaching fat, but I would describe her more as chunky and fully packed. Big, bulging legs anchored a rotund upper body from which hung two beefy arms. Her rump cheeks were wide and fat and rode high up on her hips. For a big girl her tits weren't anything to speak of, actually just a pretty nice medium set. She had some acne on a round face from which hung straight, short, very blond hair. Her clothes were different too. While all the other girls in the office usually wore some sort of blouse and skirt, Linda was always in tight jeans and t-shirts. But the thing that really got me was the look on her face. Not when she was with the other girls, who she seemed to get along with, but when she was alone.

I'll never forget that blank, almost obscene stare.

MARGARET – The manager. She was about 38 years old with fiery orange-red hair like her daughter Diane. Although I could see she was starting to go downhill, she was still in pretty good shape for her age. She must have worked out some because there wasn't an ounce of fat on her angular torso and her pretty face was still tight and smooth. But all that excersize had pulled everything in hard and tight. There were no soft woman parts hanging out.

Small ass, small chest, hard mouth. It just wasn't for me. I prefer the young, fleshy bulging stuff I saw on the other girls.

But I liked Margaret and had many good talks with her. She seemed like your typical middle-aged housewife; a little on the naive side, but nice.

JEFF – The only full-time male employee, Jeff was about the same age as the others. He was on the skinny side, about medium height and already going slightly bald at his young age. He seemed not to take the slightest interest in any of the girls, except maybe

Margaret's eighteen year old daughter Diane, being more into his work than anything else. He seemed to me like any ordinary american teenager approaching manhood and I got along well with him.

DIANE – Diane was the manager's younger daughter who I had seen

Jeff gazing at and I didn't blame him. She was something to stare at. Bright red hair like her mother's swirled down around her freckled face. It wasn't dyed red either and it was exciting to think that all her other hair was the same color. Hotpants-pink lipstick coated her protruding young lips. She had just turned eighteen and was barely into womanhood, but one could see that she was developing fast. She had the same height as Daphne, but wasn't quite as big up front. Her budding little tits were like creamy cupcakes with ripe cherries stuck on top. The saliva pumped into my mouth at thought of licking them and also feeling her little butt, which was still forming. It hadn't quite plumped out yet, but the parts by the crack were sticking way out. It made me want to cup one mound in each hand, my fingers meeting in that deep slot, and squeeze. She was a little tease, too young and innocent to know what she was doing to me (and Jeff).