The Seven Deadly Sins: Wrath

Wrath, also known as Anger, is considered one of the worst of the
seven deadly sins because it clouds one's judgment and is associated
with hate and fear; invoking fear leads to anger, which leads to hate.
It can lead to serious consequences, even murder. 16th century
theologian Peter Binsfeld associated each of the seven sins with a
demon, and anger was associated with Satan himself. Scientifically,
anger springs from a reaction in a primitive part of the brain called
the amygdala and can sometimes be traced to organic brain damage or
addiction. The corresponding Heavenly Virtue is Patience. 

A glance at the clock told Neal that it was almost 8pm, refueling his
anger. He had plans tonight, but they had to be cancelled and now he
was left alone in the office with Cheryl. "Nice of you to assume that
the Asian guy has no life and wants to stay at the office all night,"
he yelled over his shoulder. 

"If you hadn't assumed that female programmers are incapable of having
good ideas this would have been done by now and we wouldn't have had to
stay to finish it up," she yelled back. 

It wasn't the first time they had clashed, and they both knew it
wouldn't be the last. Truth was, as much as Neal hated to admit it to
himself, he still held the mindset that software development was a male
domain. Her ideas on the project would have increased efficiency, but
when she presented them he didn't give them proper consideration. 

Maybe he shouldn't have been angry with Cheryl, but it was easier than
being angry with himself. It wasn't that he was avoiding accepting
responsibility for his mistake, it was simply that it nagged at him
that he allowed himself to make the mistake because of a stereotype
about women. He was the first to challenge other's stereotypes about
Asians, but had failed to recognize his own assumptions. 

He was nearly finished, but it was too late. Salvaging his plans was out
of the question at this point. It was just a blind date, but from what
his cousin had told him there was a good chance of getting laid with
this one. Reaching into his pocket, he took out the two condoms he had
brought with him in anticipation of ending his six months of celibacy
and threw them on his desk. 

Thirty minutes later Neal hit save for the last time and sat back in his
chair. Footsteps approached from behind, and soon Cheryl was at his
cubicle. "How much longer do you think you'll be?" she asked. 

His voice was cold. "I'm done for tonight. I've done as much as I can
until someone goes through it tomorrow looking for bugs. What about
you?" 

"I finished about twenty minutes ago, but it didn't seem right to leave
you here by yourself." She paused for a moment. "What you said earlier
wasn't fair. When they told me to pick someone to stay until it was
completed I picked you because you and I are the two best programmers
here. If I had picked anyone else I would have been here until morning.
Don't try to make this about race." Her attraction to Neal also might
have influenced her decision, but it was true that he was an excellent
programmer. Since high school she was always attracted to the smartest
guy, but admitting that she had fantasized about him was something she
was not inclined to do. 

"You know, I did have plans tonight." Childish, yes. But even though he
knew it wasn't really her fault he couldn't quite let it go. 

"Yes, I can see that you did," she said, tapping her finger on the table
near the two condoms. 

Embarrassed, Neal quickly picked them up and put them back in his
pocket. "That is my personal private business." 

"If it's that private don't leave it sitting on your desk. Grow up,
Neal, you know that it's your own fault that you're still here. It's
also your fault that I'm here, if you hadn't dismissed my proposal
because I have tits you might be putting those condoms to good use
right now. And speaking of tits, my eyes are up here," she quipped,
waving the fingers on her right hand next to her eye. 

Damn it, it wasn't bad enough to be reminded that he had made a mistake,
she also had so little tact that she noticed he was staring at her
breasts and called attention to it. "I wasn't staring at your tits," he
said with a sulk. Denial was all he had left, and it was weak. Anger
was boiling up in him again. Her breasts were huge, all the guys stared
at them. It wasn't fair to call him out on it. 

Cheryl laughed and shook her head. He might as well have claimed that up
was down. "You aren't the only one who had plans, buster. In case you
didn't notice, I dressed for a date, too." Wearing a skirt and a
low-cut blouse wasn't typical for her at work, she normally played it
down to avoid accusations of getting ahead by dressing provocatively. 

Turning on her heels, Cheryl started stomping away. Neal knew he was
logically defeated but his anger wouldn't allow him to let it go. "Do
you think I can't tell when you're lying to try to make me feel
guilty?" he yelled after her. 

This guy is really pissing me off, she thought to herself.
Turning around she returned to his cubicle, unbuttoning her blouse as
she walked. She pulled her blouse open to reveal a beautiful emerald
green and black bra. "Who do you think I wore this for, you?" 

At that moment Neal knew how a deer in the headlights felt. He couldn't
look away. He'd had dreams about those breasts. Against his better
judgment, he asked, "Are those real?" 

Cheryl grabbed his wrist firmly and put his hand on her breast. "What do
you think?" 

Neither of them were prepared for how that act would alter the
situation. Without removing his hand, Neal stood and put his hand on
the back of Cheryl's head, pulling her mouth to his and kissing her
hard. He expected her to resist, but instead her hand moved down his
body and unzipped his fly. He was already starting to get firm. 

He let go of her head and placed both hands on her breasts, then reached
inside the cups. He stroked them, he squeezed them, and he ran his
fingers over her nipples. No doubt about it, they were real. Noticing
the small piece of plastic between the cups, Neal was thankful for the
invention of the bra that fastened in the front. Her huge breasts
spilled out when he unhooked it, and he lifted them with his hands and
feasted on her nipples. Pushing them together, he moved his tongue back
and forth over them and then sucked both of them into his mouth at the
same time. Cheryl felt a jolt of electricity going directly from her
nipples to her cunt. 

Suddenly she felt overcome with the need to suck him. Months of dating a
guy who thought that oral sex was kinky and sinful caught up with her
all at once. She loved having a prick in her mouth, and she was not
going to back off now that she had the chance to blow the smartest guy
in the office. 

Slowly Cheryl lowered herself to her knees and lowered Neal's pants. She
reached up and started to remove her glasses, but his hand stopped her.
"No," he said. "Leave your glasses on." 

Looking up at him, she stuck her tongue out as far as she could and
licked the underside of his shaft. When she reached the top she closed
her lips over the head and moved slowly down, almost all the way down.
She paused, using only her tongue to stimulate him, enjoying the
feeling of his cock getting harder and growing to its full length,
moving into her throat. 

Up and down on his cock, she moved at a languid and steady pace as her
fingers moved over her clit. Careful not to go too fast, she circled
the head with her tongue and sucked gently as she moved her lips up and
down. 

Clearly, he was too excited to keep him on the edge for long. She let
his cock slip from her mouth and stood up. "Suck my nipples while I get
myself off," she said, looking him straight in the eye. 

How could he refuse such an order? Using his lips, hands, and fingers he
worshipped her breasts. Moans escaped her lips as she felt herself
moving closer to the edge of orgasm. Could she come just from his
stimulation of her nipples? Perhaps, he was very talented at arousing
her. 

Closer and closer. Her orgasm was imminent. Neal stopped sucking her
nipples, and just as she was about to protest he pinched both nipples
hard and pulled on them. That pushed her over the edge, and her body
shuddered as she cried out and climaxed. 

Silence returned to the room as her orgasm ebbed. "Bend over the desk,"
Neal whispered. "I need to fuck you." 

Looking straight at him, she waited until her breathing slowed. "You
better fuck me," she said as the turned around, lowered her panties,
and bent over with her ass high in the air. Her pussy was so wet the
juice was running down her leg. 

His excitement was too high to be gentle. His fingers spread her labia
and he pushed inside. Slamming hard inside her, over and over, he took
his anger out on her by punishing her with his prick. Carefully she
raised herself slightly onto her elbows, giving him the opportunity to
reach under her and squeeze her breasts. The heat began to rise in him
and he knew it wouldn't be long before he came. Then he remembered... 

"Damn it!" he exclaimed, pulling out of her and slamming his hand down
on the desk. 

"What's wrong?" she asked, confused about what had happened. 

"I forgot the condom!" 

"Then come in my mouth! There's nothing to get angry about." 

Did I hear that right? he asked himself. His question was
answered as she lowered her mouth to his cock and started licking her
pussy juice off. Sucking harder and faster, she brought him off
quickly. His cock twitched and started pumping his seed into her mouth.
When she was sure he was done she let his cock slip from her mouth and
stood up. 

Neal grabbed a couple of tissues and handed them to her. "Did I get some
on my face?" she asked. 

"No, don't you need to spit it out?" 

"Uh, no." 

Silently they got back into their clothes, feeling a bit awkward. She
had stunned him by swallowing his cum, and he felt like he needed to
get the last word in. 

"As mad as you made me, you're lucky I didn't fuck you up the ass." 

She smiled and kissed him on the cheek. "You could have," she whispered.
Stepping back she made a thorough check of her clothes then turned to
leave. Stopping she looked back at him again. "Maybe you should keep
some condoms hidden in your desk. Or if you just want me to blow you,
all you have to do is tell me who the best programmer in the company
is." She walked down the hall, picking up her keys and purse on the
way, and he stared until she turned the corner and went to the
elevators.

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