Chapter 5
Walter's chance to talk to Doris again didn't come until a couple of days later. Early in the morning, he saw her hurrying out to the garbage tins in the alley. She wore only a short pink bathrobe. Waiter grabbed a sack and followed her out. He saw her spot him as she turned to walk back to her duplex. She looked quickly for a way to avoid meeting him. There was none. She would have to return along the sidewalk Walter was blocking with his large strong body.
"Good morning, Mr. Briggs." Her voice was cold. Her eyes did not meet his. She waited for him to step aside and let her pass. He didn't budge.
"Good morning, Doris. How pretty you look today! You know, when I was a yOung man, they used to say redheads should never wear pink. But on you it looks fantastic! I guess you could wear anything, and make it look like something from gay Paree or somewheres." He laughed jovially.
Doris's impatience showed. She was not in the mood for a conversation with this offensive brute of a man. Though he always spoke pleasantly enough, there was something about his eyes and the tone of his voice that made her squirm inside. She thought of him as a big cobra, waiting for its prey. But even a cobra could win the redhead's heart, for a moment, if his compliments were fulsome enough. She smiled the smile of a woman who knows she is pretty and loves being told so. "Oh, Mr. Briggs ... you're going to make me blush in a minute."
Just like a virgin, eh honey? Walter thought sceptically. "I can't help myself, Doris. I think a pretty woman ought to be told about how pretty she is. That's my way." He paused and looked into her eyes that at last met his. "How's your job going?" He wanted to know more about that part of Doris.
"Oh, just fine! I love it! And Mr. Swenson is such a nice man! A wonderful boss!"
Walter watched her eyes shine as she spoke. He wondered about this boss of hers. "Swenson? You're not working for good old Nat Swenson, the contractor, are you? He was fishing.
"Oh no! This is Bill Swenson. He's an accountant. Has his own office. For such a young man, he's very successful."
"You doing the typing for him or something?" Doris held her head high and proud. "I'm his girl Friday. You name it, I do it. Already, Bill. . . er, Mr. Swenson says he doesn't know how he'd get along without me." Basically, Doris was a talkative person. Once she got started, she liked to chatter on and on. When she realized she was getting much too chummy with her landlord, she cut herself off short. "Gee, it must be getting late. I've got to run, or I'll be late for work."
"Can I offer you a ride downtown? I've got some things to do down there myself this morning."
"No thank you, Mr. Briggs. The bus takes me right to the door of my work. Thanks, anyway. See you." She hurried off, her lush ass straining against her tightly wrapped bathrobe as she moved. She was relieved to get away from the older man's close scrutiny.
Walter threw his sack in the garbage and walked slowly back to his duplex. He was becoming familiar with the Doris Meyers he saw writhing in wild abandon in her bedroom. But he knew nothing of the side of her she displayed at work. He had his doubts about the set-up with this guy, Swenson. It sounded like the two of them were alone in the office. And it was obvious from the gleam in her eye that she was very excited about both her job and her boss.
"Maybe it's time I saw an accountant about my taxes," The idea appealed to him. He looked up Bill Swenson in the phone book and found the address of his office. In an hour or two, he would go down and surprise Doris at work. In the meantime, he would fix himself a high protein breakfast to brace himself for the day. He did some calisthenics before he ate. He admired his muscular body in the mirror. "Not bad for an old man," he told himself. He patted his cock that, even soft, hung long and thick between his legs. "Better get you some nourishment, old buddy. You never know when you'll be called back into service.
The more he watched Doris, the more Walter got to thinking about what it would be like to have her all to himself. Whereas once he had thought just watching her would be enough to satisfy his lust, now he was not so sure. He was sure that a lusty girHike Doris would appreciate his sturdy, bull-like cock. He was beginning to think he ought to teach the redhead a thing or two about what real men were like. He'd wipe her disrespectful smirk right off her face ...
As soon as she arrived at work, Doris took her boss in his morning coffee and a sweet roll from the bakery across the street. He was immersed in his work and paid little attention to her. The redhead went back into her tiny office and settled in with a stack of typing. She worked steadily for better than an hour. Then the Intercom summoned her into Bill Swenson's office.
She sniiled brightly as she entered the room and shut the door behind her. That was an automatic reflex by now. It was always better to be safe. She never knew when a summons from her boss might end up with her on the long end of his cock. "How's it going this morning, Boss Man?"
"Great. I feel like I've got the energy of ten men today. I've done more work this morning than I have in the last week. I got in at seven this morning and I've been going non-stop."
His cold coffee and his roll still sat untouched on his desk. "Boy, you must be hyper if you forgot to eat. What made you come in so early?" She risked a personal joke. "The wife kick you out of bed?"
Bill's reaction was surprise rather than annoyance that his employee should be so familiar about his home affairs. "Yeah ... you're just about right. I was so horny last night I couldn't see straight, and she told me to drink some hot milk and go to sleep. How do you like that? I lay awake most of the night, then I decided what the fuck! May as well come to work!"
Doris remained unmoved by his tale of woe. "What I want to know is: how did you get so horny? Didn't I suck you good yesterday morning?"
"Sure, baby! Thinking about that was what got me going last night. But Jen wouldn't cooperate.
Said she was too tired." His eyes twinkled. "How come you're never too tired, Doris?"
"I do get tired, but never of fucking. Your wife and I just have different priorities, that's all."
He looked appreciatively up and down her lush body clothed snugly in a tight black dress. "Boy! I'll say! Jen's a terrific wife, don't get me wrong ... but baby ... you are sexy!"
From her perch on the side of Bill's solid old flat-top desk, Doris could see his cock straining against the crotch of his trousers. She smiled in amusement. "That's the kind of results I like to get! Anything I can do to help you out, boss? I didn't get laid last night either." Doris's cunt-tingled with anticipation. She loved the very lewdness of her position. Being sex goddess and girl Friday all at once to this young handsome man really turned her on.
No attachments! No worries! Just lots of good clean fun!
Bill reached down and pulled a small pink box from his bottom drawer. "I almost forgot. These are for you.. Office uniform." He winked.
Inside were five pairs of lacy panties, each pair a different color. In common they shared one feature. They had no crotch. "Oh, Bill!" Doris cooed. "They're sexy!" Underneath she found a little gold chain bracelet. She squealed with delight. "I love it! Oh Bill, you're so sweet! You know how I love to get presents!" She bent forward and kissed him hotly full on the mouth.
As she straightened up he stared unabashedly down the cleavage of her dress. The sight brought his prick to final rock-hardness. "That's to wear on your ankle, Doris. That officially makes you my slave, baby. How do you like that?"
"Oh, I love it! Help me try it on!" He fastened the bracelet around her shapely ankle. Then he watched fascinated as she pulled down the pink panties she was wearing and wriggled into a black pair of the new crotchless ones he had bought her. She held her dress shamelessly up around her waist. "How do they look?" Her green eyes flashed with excitement.
He grinned and smacked his lips. "Good enough to fuck, beautiful!" He rose impatiently and bent her over his big desk so her shapely ass was swaying enticingly in the air. The black band of her panties beckoned him like a flower does a bee. "What do you say we try them out?"
Being bent over the desk with her face shoved into the stacks of folders Bill had been working on thrilled Doris. She felt so sexy, so wanton. The urgency of her employer's lust stimulated her own arousal. She could feel her pussy, naked and exposed, seeping juices from her excitement. "Ohhhh ... yesss ... let's..." She wriggled her ass in the air to encourage him to impale her with his hard, ready prick.
Bill didn't really need any encouragement. His cock was thudding like a sledgehammer. He pulled his weighty weapon from his fly and guided the purple head toward her pussy-slit. His prick found its mark. Her cunt yielded moistly under the slight pressure.
The rubble of her pussy-lips on his sensitive glans destroyed what little self-control Bill had left. He shoved forward, hard and deep. His cock drove easily up in between her spongy, moist cunt walls. They gripped his pulsing member hotly and tried to hold onto him as he gradually pulled out. Before he was out all the way, he shoved forward once again. Her clinging inner depths welcomed him even more enthusiastically the second time around. Urged him to impale their moist recesses again and again and yet again.
Within seconds, the blond accountant had established a lusty fucking tempo deep into his pretty secretary's upturned cunt. While she moaned and whimpered into the folders on his desk, he gripped her pantied ass firmly and reamed her pussy wide. Her buttocks wriggled and squirmed against his forceful impalements, egging him on, making sure he was in her pussy as deep as he could go. "Uuuuuuhhh, Christ! This is what I've been waiting for!" Bill was feeling good. His cock had what it was after at last.
"Oh, Bill! Ooooohhh, feels good! Get it in me deep! Aaahhh, that's the way, darling!" Doris was in her element. She could never have taken the monotony of a regular job, but working for Bill Swenson was an experience she would not have missed for the world. They were both fulfilling needs for one another far beyond the employer-employee relationship, yet it was that very relationship that was its heart. Doris got a thrill out of being the secretary who regularly got bent over her boss's desk and soundly fucked. BiQ was her handsome, lusty boss, who sometimes paid her no attention at all, other than to stick out his hand to receive the work she had prepared for him. But when they did get together, it was a wonderful romp that made the day for both of them.
Fucking his girl Friday over his desk Bill was heedless of everything but how good he felt. He had been tense and driven when he arrived at his office this morning, but a few minutes of plowing his cock into Doris's greedy twat was working out all his anxieties, all his frustrations. Her cunt was so hot and tight and wet! Just what his cock had been longing for! He slammed hard against her buttocks, sending her upper body skittering across the desk. She moaned in urgent appreciation of his deep skewering. He gritted his teeth in excitement, and kept on fucking.
Walter finally found his way to Bill Swenson's office about ten-thirty. He climbed up to the third floor of the old office building and entered a small outer office. There was no one there, but the cover was off the typewriter, and he recognized Doris Meyers' green raincoat hanging on a peg behind the desk. He had decided to sit down and wait when he heard a muffled sound of voices coming from the inner office.
Propriety might have dictated that he sit and wait for someone to discover his presence in the outer office. But Walter Briggs had never been a stickler for manners. When he wanted to get to point B, he always chose the most direct route from point A, no matter whose feathers he ruffled or whose territory he trespassed en route.
He walked over to the dark mahogany door and tried to turn the knob. It wouldn't turn. He was about to give up his quest when he felt the door give slightly. Obviously, whoever had closed the door had thought it was securely locked, when in fact the latch had not caught at all.
Gently, with a mounting feeling of suspense, he pushed the door just far enough open so there was a sliver of light escaping from the inner office. He put his eye to the crack. Sight and sound assailed his senses almost simultaneously.
"Oooohhh ... jeeez-z-z! That feels good, Bill darling! Fuck me hard, baby! Fuck meeeee!" Doris Meyers was at it again! Only this time she was fucking her boss! Walter could scarcely believe his eyes. His redheaded neighbor was one lusty surprise after another!
She was bent over the large wooden desk, folders and papers scattered all around her. Her black dress was pushed up to her waist. A young blond man's cock was ramming urgently in and out of her pussy, right through her black panties, it seemed. Her groans and the man's urgent pants and grunts made Walter feel right at home. It was just like sitting in his closet watching the goings-on in Doris's bedroom through the one-way glass.
Only this scene was in many ways more exciting. There was something much more lewd and risque about watching a couple fucking their brains out right in the middle of a conventional office setting. It made the situation that much more urgent, more lusty, more titillating. Walter could feel his prick throbbing in his pants in sympathetic arousal.
The. retired man watched in hypnotized excitement as the man's swollen, purple-headed cock drove in and out of Doris's wet, welcoming pussy. Swenson's prick glistened with a thick coating of her juices that made it shine in the stark artificial lighting. He bit his Up as he watched her face contort with lust. Her eyes were closed. Her lips wore her sultry, wanton grin.
Now Walter understood why Doris was so enthusiastic about her job! It was the perfect position for the sexy redhead. Good hours and lots of hard, thick fringe benefits!
As Walter watched, Doris's responses grew progressively more intense, more abandoned. Papers began to slip off the desk and down onto the floor as she squirmed in heated absorption. "Oooooohhh . .. Bill baby! What a sweet filling prick you have! I love it! Uuuuuuhhhhh...
goood .. . !"
"Oh... yeah, baby! Your pussy's gripping me nice! Christ, I'm glad I've got you to come to when my wife won't put out! I needed it bad!" The young accountant's face was a mask of hurried lust. "It's good pussy, Doris! Jee-zuz! Nobody moves like you do!"
Walter grinned to himself. So this one's married! he thought. Doris is really playing with fire!
He forgot all about speculations for entrapping his pretty neighbor when the heated atmosphere in the room indicated the couple was about to climax. He watched the redhead's lush firm ass-cheeks inside her lacy black panties churn recklessly back against the man's tireless cock. Swenson's cock-head looked unbelievably hard and swollen as it nudged its way into Doris's wet, accommodating pussy. The man's face was almost as purple as his cock. He was pouring every ounce of energy he had into the greedy tight twat in front of him.
"Oooohhh, baby! You're really doing it to me! Shit.. . my cock feels great!"
In answer, she thrust her ass back hard against his loins. "Oh God, Bill... fuck hard, fuck hard! Aaaaiiieeeee! I'm cummmmm-ing-g-g!"
With a bemused grin, Walter watched the now familiar sight of Doris working out the urgent seizure of orgasm. He never tired of the way her lovely face scrunched up, then relaxed in a blissful lazy grin. Or of the way her shapely ass wriggled provocatively, expressing all the pent-up energy bursting forth from her hungry belly.
Now that he had made the woman cum, Bill felt . free to seek his own satisfaction. He rammed her hard and fast, again and again, until at last the searing fires of release reached out and grabbed him. "Uuuuuuhhh!... Christ!" He clung to the full swell of the woman's ass for a minute, then at last he helped her to her feet.
Though both were shaky, they set about the awesome task of rearranging the scattered papers on Bill's desk. "Would you go get me the Bright Corporation file, baby?" Bill asked when he was once again seated and ready for work.
"Sure." Doris hurried into the outer office and rummaged through the filing cabinet. For a moment, she paused and sniffed the air curiously. She couldn't put her finger on it, but she had the strangest feeling there was an aroma""in the room that hadn't been there before. As though someone had been there, and left. She giggled at her paranoia, and hurried back to Bill with the file.
On his way back to the car, Walter stopped at a soda fountain for a big glass of milk, fortified with, malt. More than ever now, he knew it was important to give his body lots of protein. He was confident that Doris Meyers would be his for the taking in the not-too-distant future. He wanted to make sure he'd be ready for her. '
As he drank his malt, he thought over the morning's titillating events. He congratulated himself on the smart move he had made before leaving Doris's office. He had pulled tight the door to Swenson's inner sanctum. Now they would never know they had been watched. Not, that is, until he chose to tell them.