Good grief-I've been away for a while.  I have a stuffed inbox! Sorry everyone.  As promised, here is an excerpt from "No One Home."  The main female character, Rayne, is (apparently) an autistic genius and the men in a law firm take full advantage of that fact. As I said, this could be disturbing.  The role modle (physically) for Rayne is my beautiful frined Willow, by the way.

When Wednesday arrived, Sam hustled to the office hoping to catch Rayne early in the morning.  But by the time he arrived, her door was already closed.  Hesitant to knock and possibly disturb her and one of the partners, he simply waited, finally deciding to catch her around four o’clock.  Maybe, he thought, he could give her a ride home and, just maybe, she’d smile at him again.

But Bill arrived around four wearing a smirk nastier than his normal smirk.  “So,” he said, “how’d it go with Wendy?”

“How did what go with Wendy?”

“Yeah, right,” Bill laughed.  “You keep that up.  But I’m really here to let you in on one of the major benefits of working here.”

Bill had finally said something that caught Sam’s attention.  “Really?”

“Yeah.  Come with me.”

Sam followed Bill and was surprised when they arrived at Rayne’s office.  Bill went in first and, turning to Sam, said, “Be sure to close the door.”

Rayne sat at her computer wearing a loosely tied red sundress that ended far above her knees.  Looking up from her terminal, she said, “Hello, Mr. Bill.  Hello, Mr. Sam.”

Bill dragged Sam to a corner of the room and whispered, “Stay here.”  Then he walked over to Rayne.

“So,” he asked, “what are you working on, Rayne?”

“Forsythe,” Rayne said.

“Got anything?”

“Not yet.”

“So, can I put my penis in your mouth?”

“Okay,” Rayne said.  She turned, opened her mouth and waited.

At first Sam laughed, thinking that Bill was playing an elaborate joke on him.  But when he saw Bill pull his stiff dick from his pants, he froze.  “What the fuck…”

Bill glared in his direction and put up his hand.  “Stay back,” he snarled.  His eyes remained glued on Sam, but his hands wandered over Rayne, one sliding down the front of her dress and the other sliding to the back of her head.  Holding her in place, he thrust his hips back and forth, slamming his cock into her mouth.  Rayne kept her eyes closed and her lips wrapped around Bill’s stiff prick.  Strings of spittle dripped from her chin and fell onto her legs as Bill’s violent assault continued.  Then, closing his eyes and tilting his head back, Bill groaned and pumped his jism into Rayne’s throat.  Even from fifteen feet away, Sam could see the spasms in Bill’s cock and the swallowing motions in Rayne’s neck.  Satisfied, Bill slipped his prick back into his pants, smiled and dragged the stunned Sam out of her office. 

As he left, Sam glanced at Rayne.  She had returned to her terminal as though nothing had happened.

Bill was laughing like a maniac.  “Isn’t that fucking wild?  I get head three or four times a week from her, which is three or four times a week more than I get it from my wife. Yesterday Levitz and I stood side by side and I stroked my cock while she sucked him off.  Then she turned to me and while she sucked me Levitz got hard again, so she went back to him and then back to me.  Fuck man!  We each got back to back blow jobs from her.  Jesus, we filled that girl’s mouth…”

Sam grabbed Bill but the lapels and shook him.  “Are you out of your fucking mind?  She’s…she’s mentally challenged, man.  That’s like rape!”

“Bullshit,” Bill snarled.  “She may be autistic or something, but she doesn’t meet the legal standards of fucked up ree-tard.  And anyway, she may like it.  How do you know her little pussy isn’t pulsating every time some guy…”

“Who…who does…who…”

“Everyone, man.  Christ, she must swallow so much jism during the day…”

“Morgan?  Even Morgan?”

Bill frowned for a second.  “No.  I don’t think he knows what’s going on and I’m pretty sure miss women’s lib Wendy would appreciate the fact that…”

“You’re a bunch of sick assholes,” Sam snapped.  “I can’t believe you’re so…so…”

“So what, Sam?  Huh?  Why didn’t you stop it if you were so concerned?  You stood there and watched.  Oh, you said what the fuck but froze when I put up my hand.  Not much of an effort, eh?  You’re part of it, like it or not.  And tell me you didn’t like seeing that hot chick suck a dick.  So, take advantage of it.  I’d fuck her if I could, but she doesn’t want that, so I fuck her mouth.  And her mouth is sooooooooooooo sweet.  And her titties are sooooooooooooo hard.  But you have to ask her-she doesn’t offer.  Like I said-she’s a ree-tard.”

Bill laughed and left Sam standing in his office paralyzed with shock.  A thousand thoughts ran through his mind, but the most troubling thoughts were-did she even know what was happening and did she enjoy what was happening?