Chapter 3
Walter Briggs had always been something of a loner. He tended to keep himself aloof from close relationships with people.
But he was not lonely. There were always things that interested Walter, that captivated his attention. Once he had been a model railway buff. Then he had taken up fishing with a passion, heading for the streams at every available opportunity. Later he had collected lizards and butterflies.
Since his retirement, Walter had acquired a new hobby. He discovered his penchant by accident. There was a hole in the plaster in the closet of the small apartment block he had owned and looked after with his wife. Purly by accident one evening, he witnessed a furious coupling between the young husband and wife next door. He had found his secret watching peculiarly satisfying.
When his wife found out about his latest preoccupation, she left him. That had been the last straw in her long series of complaints about her husband. Her leavetaking was only an added bonus to his new pleasure as far as Walter was concerned.
When he planned the construction of his new duplex, he had two large holes left in the neighboring apartment wall. They were disguised by pictures Walter finally attached the mirror to the Meyers' bedroom wall. The situation was perfect for the pursuit of Walter's secret pleasure. Now he could enjoy his retirement in peace.
Casual as he was about most relationships, Walter was fastidious in maintaining family ties with his one surviving sister, who lived in a small town in Minnesota. Once a year, in the autumn, he spent a month with that sister. This year was no exception.
Although he was somewhat reluctant to leave his new showcase in the bedroom closet, Walter went off to see his sister as usual. When he returned , home a month later, it was with a burning sense of excitement to learn what had been happening with the Meyers. He was sure that Doris was ripe for wandering.
His first day back, he ran across Doris in the supermarket where he was stocking up after his long absence. She was somewhat cold in her greeting, as usual. Walter had no illusions" about Doris Meyers' opinion of him. She obviously disliked him intensely.
Her attitude only amused Walter. He smiled at her enthusiastically and greeted her warmly. "Doris, my dear... you look wonderful! Of course, you always look wonderful, but today you are positively blooming!"
Despite herself, Doris blushed with pleasure. "Why, thank you, Mr. Briggs. I'm feeling very good these days. I guess it shows on my face." Often as Walter had asked her to call him by his first name, she insisted upon Using the more formal approach. It kept her landlord at arm's length, right where she wanted him.
"I'm glad to see you so happy, my dear. Pretty women should always be happy. Happiness becomes them so much better than gloom. And Mr. Meyers ... how is he?"
. Doris's face seemed, to cloud slightly. "He's just fine, thank you."
"Good ... good. Wonderful man, your husband."
"Yes ... yes, of course. Well, if you'll excuse me, I've got to get back to work. I'm on my lunch break." She started to walk off.
"You mean you have a job, Doris?" This was interesting news!
"Yes ... I'm a working girl now!" She hurried off.
Walter watched her round, shapely ass squirm delectably inside her tight gray skirt. She wore high black pumps that obviously made walking difficult. The effect for the viewer was highly stimulating. Her gait accented every line of her ripe hips and buttocks. "Aahhh ... it's good to be back home!" Walter sighed contentedly, speaking to no one in particular. He headed for the meat section. Protein was what he needed ... to keep the old warhorse roaring...
Doris hurried back to work with the rye bread and cream cheese she had bought at the supermarket. Her boss, Bill Swenson, liked to stay in his office at lunchtime. It was part of Doris's job to bring him his lunch. Bill was a hard-working accountant with aL one-man office. He had finally become successful enough to afford a girl Friday. He looked long and hard for just the right woman.
Doris Meyers had won the post hands down. After a few tentative flirtations on his part during her job interview, she had asked if there was anything special he would like her to do. The attraction between them was electric. Both of them knew exactly what her words were implying. Bill hired her on the spot.
The young redhead prepared coffee and sandwiches in her little office and carried them in to her boss. She smiled brightly at him as he looked up from his paper-littered desk. His blond hair was modishly long. It hung down over his eyes and curled around his earlobes when he worked. Bill was one of those men who pay almost no attention to their looks, yet who always seemed to attract women. Bill had been married for five years, but marriage didn't tie him down. He had drunk deep of the heady life of extramarital affairs.
To Doris, Bill Swenson was Robert Redford, Paul Newman and the Sheik of Araby all rolled into one. Her heart went pitter-pat every time she stood within five feet of him. Her cunt throbbed in glowing memory of some of their overtime work dates. Bill was the dream lover Doris had been looking for. Finding him was pure accident. Harry had suggested she look for work to relieve her boredom. Bill's was the first ad she answered. It was like pieces falling into a puzzle.
Everything fit.
It was Bill Doris could thank for the new glow in her cheeks and the light in her eye that Walter Briggs had noticed. At twenty-two, Doris was finally enjoying some of the joy of being young. She was not in love with Bill. But she loved his thick turgid cock that grew hard at the drop of a pen. Bill had told her her upturned ass was her best profile.
"Hey, Doris, that looks good!" Bill lay down his pen and patted his secretary on the ass as she set the tray in front of him. His eager grin made him look even younger than his twenty-six years. "You're the best girl Friday a man ever had, you know that, Doris? Cute too!" He winked at her and began to eat ravenously.
Doris turned to leave, but a quick hand grabbing at the sleeve of her pink silk blouse stopped her. "Did you want something else, sir?" she asked coyly.
"You know I do, baby!" He indicated the chair beside his desk. "Why don't you sit down and keep me company? I hate to eat alone. Besides, I think I'd like some dessert!"
In the face of his brash suggestive grin, Doris could not help blushing. Her pussy tingled with excited anticipation inside her panties. She had had only a glass of fruit juice for lunch. She was anxious for some "dessert" herself. Smiling contentedly, she smoothed the sleeve of her expensive blouse with her well-manicured fingertips. The blouse had been a present from her boss.
Doris loved getting presents. Especially presents that made her feel sexy, desired-like a real woman. When Harry brought her presents, it was usually something practical like a new raincoat or a toaster. In the few short weeks she had worked for him, Bill had already given her several presents, all of them totally frivolous and beautiful. His generosity was feeding Doris's developing taste for luxury. She was becoming ambitious.
She rose and stood behind Bill's chair. She wound her arms around his neck and kissed his earlobe. "Well... how do you feel, darling? Time for dessert?" Her cunt tingled in response to her lewdly suggestive words. If Bill said no, she would have to change his mind for him. She was hot.
He leaned his head back and indicated he wanted a kiss. Their mouths met in hot urgent search. For both of them, there was no turning back now. They were ready! "Better get at it, baby! I have an appointment at two!"
His mischievous, boyish grin only titillated Doris's desire. She fell to her knees between his thighs and began to tug eagerly on his fly. Within seconds, she was pulling the thick hard shaft of his cock through the opening in the material. She felt the moisture seeping into the crotchband of her panties as she contemplated the turgid prick in her hand. "Oooohh, baby ... mmmmm, what a nice cock!" The thing Doris liked most about Bill was that she could be as lewd, as lusty as she liked with him. He had an ebullient energy that matched hers. When they got together, the sex was raw and burning... vital as their youth itself.
"Yeah ... what are you going to do about it, pretty baby?" Bill's voice had become thick. He watched his secretary's fingertips work up and down over his fleshy prick. The feather touch of her skilled caresses was more effective than a dynamite charge. His prick was aching for something hot and wet and clinging. "Come on, baby! Suck it!" His ham-like hands urged her red head down onto his upthrusting cock-shaft.
With a low murmur of surrender, Doris opened her mouth wide and admitted the pulsing penis deep into her throat. Her cheeks closed snugly around the smooth fleshy shaft. Her head began to bob up and down. She sucked him enthusiastically and expertly. Her tongue dipped enticingly into the little slit in his glans. It stabbed the sensitive ridge around the base of the head. She nibbled greedily all the way down its slippery length and up again. Her saliva made it shine in the shaft of daylight, that poured in from the transom overhead.
"Uuuuuhh... jee-zuz! Yeah, woman! That's the way! Christ, that's a sweet mouth you've got there! Suck it, baby! Suck my prick!" Bill was grinning and grooving on what was happening to him right in his own little office, in the midst of work dull and methodical. This good-looking redhead had single-handedly changed his office routine from plodding boredom to sweet anticipation. When he worked, he still worked as hard and as attentively as before. But his coffee breaks and lunch hours had taken on a new appeal that made the time in between a lot more pleasant. Bill didn't mind good hard work, as long as he got Ms daily rewards.
And the soft slippery caresses of Doris Meyers' talented tongue were all the reward the young accountant could ask for. Even with all his experience, Bill could not remember ever having met a woman with more enthusiasm for sex play or with more energy and imagination to contribute to his own keen libido. Whether she was fucking or sucking or licking or kissing, Doris was totally immersed in what she was doing. The easy sway of her ass as she walked, the touch of her hand as she handed him the work she had typed up ... each was enough to leave Bill with a massive hard-on. Doris lived and breathed sex, and her enthusiasm was contagious.
Like Bill, Doris could always go that little bit farther if she had to. "What a woman!" he grunted as he watched her full pink lips maneuver lewdly over the appearing-and-disappearing shaft of his prick. He could feel his cock growing even harder and longer with the inciting treatment of her tireless mouth. The sight of her lovely, provocatively clad body kneeling over his turgid rod made a pretty picture.
Bill's mind and senses were ablaze with sensations that serviced all his faculties. He felt her mouth, warm and winning. He touched her thick red curls as her head bounced over his cock. He heard her low groans and his lust soared. He saw her beautiful face so totally devoted to the pleasure of his hard prick and he wanted to fuck her mouth forever ... and then to fill her full of his hot fiery load. When he could stand no more. When she had given him every ounce of sweet pleasure he could handle. "Yeah, baby, do it! Do it!"
He closed his eyes and leaned back in his comfortable captain's chair. The feelings were building, building . .. deep in his balls ... rising as surely as the response of the sea to the moon's magnet.
Kneeling submissively on the floor between her handsome employer's legs, Doris reveled in the sheer lewdness of the act she was performing right in the office.
Her pussy flared hotly inside her panties as she became enthralled by the smooth hard feel of his cock in her mouth ... by the way it was ramming steadily deep into her throat... by the way it challenged her tonsils, urging her to bring it to swift fiery release.
Even though her cunt was getting no satisfaction at the moment, Doris derived intense pleasure from being the willing slave of this fine, big hard cock sawing in and out of her mouth. She enjoyed her own rampaging desire. She- enjoyed the rubbery texture of his swollen prick battering her cheeks. What most titillated her was the thought of having him spurt his hot load deep into her belly, of sucking it all until he was dry and limp in between her lips. She did riot worry about her own need. She had learned to have confidence in Bill. He gave as good as he got. "Mmmmm ... goooddd ..." Her words were muffled as they escaped the thick obstacle filling her mouth. "I love it, Bill!"
The redhead's very willingness to please excited the man. He gripped her curls firmly and began to lunge his cock more ardently far into her open throat. He could feel the little pleasure darts soaring through his body, needling him, urging him to let go. "Uuuuuuhhh ..."
Felling his member swell into new, more urgent hardness, Doris sucked more hungrily than ever. She wanted to make it very good for him. She wanted him to commit his thick white explosion to her greedy little belly. Her lips quivered frantically over his penis, massaging it. Arousing it. Dealing intoxicating pleasure to every millimeter of his hard-veined cudgel.
At last, both of them knew the moment of crisis was at hand. While Doris sucked frantically, Bill thrust his prick hard and deep into her mouth.
With every step, he came closer and closer.
Then...
"Uuuuuhhh ... Christ! I'm cumming! Wow!"
Even as she swallowed hungrily to get every thick drop, Doris was smiling to herself. She had what she wanted. Her pussy was still throbbing excitedly, but her belly was satisfied... for the moment Her big green eyes looked beseechingly up at her employer as he tucked his cock back into his pants.
He reached down and patted her head. "Great, baby. That was just great. Now we better get ourselves business-like. John Maynard should be showing up any minute."
The two o'clock appointment! Doris-struggled to her feet and balanced herself on her high black heels. She smoothed her skirt snugly over her hips and licked her lips. "Doris reporting for duty, sir!" she quipped and saluted smartly.
He laughed and patted her ass. "You've already been cited for service above and beyond the call, baby. Now get out there and smile pretty for Mr.' Maynard." He watched her tantalizing ass work its way to the door. "And Doris ..."
Doris was completely happy now. That was just what she wanted to hear.