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They had been working on the system for twenty one straight hours now. It was finally up and running; their client, a large banking law firm, wanted the in house system plugged into a banking information network and a huge legal database. The conversion had taken over four hundred thousand dollars worth of hardware and software, in addition to three weeks of work, and in the end Ryan thought that it would have been simpler just to order every single thing in the IBM catalog that would fit inside the cabinet and load it onboard.

And now the computer was getting ready to entangle itself into an international 24 hour database. The Brain would never shut off again. It was going through a self test, getting ready to read market data, scan the newspapers, and watch the local trouble spots in locations around the world where the firm had clients. Its huge main monitor was split into sixteen screens, one screen for each communication controller operating in the building. Ryan was trying to give each of them in turn something approaching his immediate and undivided attention.

He was having trouble concentrating, however. His software engineer, Kelly, was a sweet young thing just out of MIT. She was blonde, beautiful, and brilliant. Kelly showed a decided preference for working in sweats since the machine room was cooled to 68 Fahrenheit. Now as they crowded in front of the monitor to watch The Brain do its sitting up exercises, they working in close quarters and Ryan had found himself meditatively studying the curves of her beautiful, firm ass underneath her crimson sweatpants. Wondering what it would be like...

With an effort, Ryan snapped out of this pleasant fantasy. The console beeped, signaling the end of the self test.

"Is it ready to connect now?" asked Kelly.

Oh boy, he thought, is it ever. He was so hard that he was positively throbbing.

"Well, let's give it a try," He said, struggling to control his voice. He punched the key sequence, and The Brain started activating its connections. Lights danced on the modem consoles. Satellite linkups moved into place.

"I think it works!" breathed Kelly. "I think it's really running!"

"I've got my fingers crossed."

"Hand me the green manual, would you?" muttered Kelly.

Ryan looked around, hoping against hope that he would see the green cover book somewhere within his reach. To his dismay, he found it: it was on a utility shelf about four feet over.

He stood with as much dignity as he could muster, but his stiff seven inches were standing at attention inside his grey flannels. He retrieved the green manual, and walked gingerly back to Kelly's desk, willing her not to look up at him.

To no avail. She looked up at him; her eyes widened, and she gave a little gasp, as she saw the evidence of Ryan's arousal (and the source of his embarrassment). Then she quickly looked around to see if anyone else might have come into the machine room (they hadn't), and gripped Ryan's cock firmly, through his pants.

"I know you've been watching me tonight," She said matter of factly.

What could he say? "Yes."

"And thinking dirty thoughts about me."

"Yes."

She smiled, unzipped his fly, and cupped his hot, swollen balls in her cool hand. "Are you ready, Ryan?" She asked.

Ryan was now concentrating very hard to keep from spraying hot come all over her MIT sweatshirt. "Yes," He half exhaled, half moaned.

She rubbed the tip of his throbbing organ gently over her face, and suddenly gave a little shudder. "Oh Oh" She said.

"I need a man. I need to be fucked. I need you, Ryan. Now."

She wriggled out of her sweatpants, exposing a gleaming, moist patch of blond pubic hair; she stood, and kissed Ryan deeply while fumbling with his belt. Ryan picked her up, and sat her magnificent ass down on the table next to the system console. He entered her still standing, and she locked her long legs behind his back to support him as he thrusted into her warm and welcoming wetness. Her cunt was firm and tight and muscular, and her scent was intoxicating. At the apex of each thrust, Kelly gripped Ryan with her vaginal muscles and pulled him in tighter with her legs. "Your cock was made for me, baby. Give it all to me. Give me everything you got." They moved together in the simplest and most primitive rhythms. His breaths were coming short and sharp now, and he tried to fuck Kelly as hard as she was thrusting back. She could feel him swelling even bigger inside of her. "Coming," He gasped. "Oh Oh come with me."

Her eyes became very, very wide as she felt him swelling. Her lips parted, and she felt like she was drifting weightlessly that the only two things in the universe were her tight young pussy and his engorged cock. And they were moving together faster and faster, and it was getting bigger, and she knew that soon the spasm would come. Ryan exploded inside her, in a hot, blinding flash, like a supernova. Her muscles jerked rhythmically, uncontrollably, over and over again as her orgasm washed over her in blissful waves.

When they had rested a moment, and recovered their wind, they glanced up at The Brain. Its lights danced merrily; it was storing up and analyzing all the financial data on Southeast Asia since the dawn of recorded history, just because it wanted to and there was nothing else for it to do before the London stock exchange opened.

"We should test it before we allow it to hook in this morning," Ryan said gently.

"The machine," Kelly replied firmly, "can take care of itself. You can take care of me."

He then in turn, gave her his immediate and undivided attention.