Chapter 7
Across town, Cleo Thompson sat in a posh restaurant, completely unaware of what was going on at home. She was finally getting something she had been wanting for a long time-romantic attention from her employer, Ray Scott.
Ray Scott was fifty-five, but not in bad shape for a man his age. He looked like an older version of his son, Seth, and that was what had, in fact, attracted Cleo to the younger man. Since the father had given little sign of being interested in her, she turned to the son.
Now, Ray suddenly seemed to be available. It had all happened quite suddenly.
They had been working late, which annoyed Cleo, because she had made a tentative date with Seth. When it became obvious that Ray was going to keep turning out priority work until very late in the afternoon, Cleo had had to call Marna to relay a message to Seth when he arrived.
At about six, Ray had asked her out to dinner.
Cleo accepted quickly. She had been attracted to the man from the first day she went to work for him. The trouble was, he always talked about his loving wife and what a great family man he was.
Cleo suspected that anyone who had to talk about his wife and family as much as Ray Scott did was probably trying very hard to convince himself that he really felt that way about them.
"Would you like a drink, Cleo?" Ray asked.
"Only if you have one," she smiled, hoping a little liquor would help loosen him up.
They ordered martinis, drank them, then ordered a second round while waiting for their dinners to arrive.
When the second set arrived, Cleo said, "Oh, dear, I'm really not used to two drinks. I really don't know what I might do. You'll have to watch over me very carefully, Mr. Scott."
"Don't worry about it, Cleo. I'll take care of you. It'll be a pleasure."
Cleo eyed the handsome older man sitting across from her. He was better looking than his son, she decided. Age gave him character.
Cleo had always enjoyed older men, finding them to have more sexual skill and more ability to please a woman than their younger counterparts. She had a strong feeling that Ray Scott would be no exception-if she could just bring him around to a position where she could get him into bed with her.
"Do you want to go back to the office when we finish eating?" she asked, slurring her words slightly to give him the impression that she was feeling the liquor much more than she actually was.
"Maybe for a little while," Ray replied. "There are a couple more letters I want to dictate. I can use the machine, though. You won't need to come back."
"Oh, but I insist. I mean, I really have to pay you back for this nice dinner, and coming back to the office with you is one way to do it, at least it shows my gratitude."
"Well, as a matter of fact, I would appreciate it. I hate going back there alone. Ah, here are our steaks."
As the waiter put down a sizzling platter before each of them, Cleo said, "Oh, I just love steak. It always means sex to me."
"What?" he asked, almost choking on the last of his drink.
"Oh, Mr. Scott, please forgive me! It must be the martinis talking. What I mean is, well, whenever my ex-husband took me out for steak, that always meant we were going to have a real good time in bed that night, if you know what I mean."
"Yes, yes, Cleo, I think I do."
"I'm sorry if I embarrassed you, Mr. Scott."
"Call me Ray, Cleo, and don't worry about embarrassing me. It takes a lot to do that."
"Oh, really? You always seem so proper, such a family man."
"Don't let the things I say around the office fool you. To tell you the truth, Evie, that's my wife, really doesn't understand me."
"Oh," she said. "I'm sorry to hear that. If I'm not speaking out of turn, Mr. Scott, I mean Ray, you deserve better. You're such a nice man."
"Do you really think so, Cleo?"
From then on, Cleo Thompson knew she had her boss exactly where she wanted him. She found it a simple matter to keep maneuvering the conversation in ways so she could indicate her willingness to give him the comfort and understanding.
By the time they had finished their afterdinner drinks, she was reasonably sure that, once they got back to the office, any work that took place would be done on the leather couch in front of her boss's desk.
Cleo leaned against Ray Scott, pretending to be unsteady on her feet from all the liquor she had drunk. The man's arm found its way around her waist almost instinctively as he helped her to the car.
"Hmmm, Ray, you're such a strong, such a forceful man. That's what I find so very attractive about you. You're strong in everything you do."
"Oh, no, not really. In many ways I'm very gentle."
"Of course you are. You're a dear, dear gentle man. But I mean something different. When I say you're forceful, I mean that I feel you take anything you want, no matter what it might be, and that nobody ever denies it to you. Am I right?"
"I don't know, Cleo. Maybe you are."
"I'm sure of it."
The watchman let Cleo and Ray into the darkened building, and they took the elevator upstairs.
Ray said little, and Cleo hoped it was because his mind was on what might happen when they were alone in the office.
The older man opened the door.
"My, it just seems so lonely here at night, doesn't it, Ray? There's nobody to disturb us at all, nobody on the whole floor. I bet the only person in the whole building is the night watchman."
"Yes, that's probably true. Excuse me, please. I have to call my wife."
Scott closed the door to his inner office. Cleo went to her desk and, after a moment, picked up the telephone.
"Hello. Hello, Seth?"
"Yes, Dad. What can I do for you?"
"Is your mother there?"
"No, she's gone out. Some club meeting or other."
"Oh, I see. Well, when she comes back, please tell her I had to work late."
"What time shall I say you'll be home, Dad?"
"Oh, it'll be several hours. I have a lot to do."
"Oh, I understand. Dictating some letters to that secretary of yours, huh?"
"Yes, that's right, Son. Good-bye now."
Cleo put down the phone.
Well, at least one thing was settled, she thought to herself. Ray Scott had told her he only had a couple of letters to dictate, but just now he told Seth that he would not be home for several hours. Hopefully, the man intended to spend those hours in the same way she wanted to-fucking.
Cleo felt her pussy getting warm. Soon it would begin to twitch in anticipation of Ray Scott's big meat being shoved into it. He may be twenty-five years older than his son, but Cleo bet he could get his prick just as hard as Seth's.
The door to the inner office opened, and Ray stuck his head out. "Will you come in please, Cleo?"
Cleo picked up her steno pad and smoothed her dress down over her asscheeks. She walked into Ray's office.
He motioned her to sit down on the leather couch while he paced the floor. The horny woman tried to think of an excuse to get him to sit down beside her, but could not come up with one.
"Cleo, you have children, don't you?"
"Yes, Ray, a son and a daughter," she answered, wondering what the man was driving at.
"Maybe you can advise me what to do about my son, Seth. You have met him, haven't you?"
"Yes, I have."
"I don't know what to do to help him. Ever since he came home from the Army, all he's done is drift. He can't seem to get interested in anything productive. Sometimes he just disappears for several hours. Never tells his mother or me where he's going. He doesn't look for work. I even offered to give him a job, but he's not interested. At thirty, a man should be interested in bettering himself, shouldn't he?"
"I don't know, Ray. Maybe he's just going through a phase, as they say. The Army does funny things to men. My husband was never the same when he came back. I guess that's why we eventually broke up."
"Well, I've taken some action about the boy, at any rate. If he won't find a job for himself, I'll force him to find one. I've told him he's to get out of my house and make it on his own. I won't support him any longer."
"Isn't that a little harsh?"
"The best thing for him. He's not a boy."
"No, I suppose not," Cleo sighed, remembering
Seth's ten-inch cock. He definitely was not a boy, he was a real man.
She patted the spot next to her on the couch. "Why don't you sit down here, Ray. It makes me nervous to have you pacing around like that."
The man sat down beside her. "I suppose we ought to get to those letters I was going to dictate."
"Oh, come now," Cleo cooed. "Can't we just relax a little? I mean, after all, we just had that lovely steak dinner and all."
"I suppose so," Scott said, sighing and stretching his legs out.
Cleo's eyes fell to his crotch. The bulge she saw there convinced her that Seth had inherited his big prick from his father. Her thighs twitched, and she could feel the moisture gathering at her twat.
She had to have her boss's cock. She would not be satisfied until she did.
"Let me slip your shoes off, so you can really relax," Cleo said.
Before the man could protest, Cleo slid off the couch to kneel at his feet. She pulled off his loafers.
"There," she said. "Now, isn't that better?"
"Yeah, it is," Ray admitted.
Cleo began to gently massage his feet.
"What are you doing?"
"Just giving you a light foot massage. It's an Oriental idea. Doesn't it feel good?"
"Yes, it does."
Cleo continued to work on first one foot and then the other. As she massaged his feet, she deftly pushed her skirt upward with her elbow, exposing more and more of her upper legs.
Glancing up, she saw that her employer's eyes were glued to her crotch. She also detected a twitching in the lump at his groin. The man was getting interested in more than relaxing. She was sure of that.
Soon, Cleo knew she would get what she had been longing for-a taste of Ray Scott's long prick. If he was half as good at fucking as his son, Cleo knew she would be completely happy.
Cleo's finger strayed up Ray's leg, and she saw his cock-bulge twitch more urgently than before. She moved up farther.
"Hmmm, that feels good," he mumbled.
"Yes, a leg massage is even better than a foot massage. Why don't you lie down on the couch, so I can do your legs and back for you?"
The man started to lie down on his stomach, but Cleo stopped him.
"No, no. On your back."
"On my back?"
"Yes. I have my own way of doing things. Lie on your back."
She didn't want to tell him that she actually wanted him on his back so she could keep an eye on his lengthening cock.
Cleo knew that she could excite the man enough to get what she wanted. It was important for her to know just when to make the grab for his prick. Experience with shy men in the past had taught her that the best moment was the one at which they achieved full erection. That gave a girl something worthwhile to grab onto.
From what she had seen of Ray Scott so far, she was sure he had plenty of cock to grab.
Cleo bent over his feet, letting her skirt ride far up the back of her thighs, hoping to give her boss a good view of what she had to offer him.
She had hardly started working on Scott's legs, when she felt his hand snake its way in between her sensitive inner thighs. She pushed backward slightly, letting the man know he was welcome to explore her as much as he liked.
Without hesitation, he raised his hand, cupping his palm against the thin fabric of her panties, where they stretched between her legs.
Cleo pushed downard, pressing her crotch and ass against the hand.
"Hmmm, it's nice and warm there," he said.
"It's even warmer now that you're touching it, Ray."
Cleo let him slip his hand up against her dripping cunt. He explored it with his fingers, pushing against the filmy fabric of her panties.
Dropping any pretense of coyness, Cleo caressed the growing bulge in Ray's slacks.
"Hey, you don't fool around, do you?"
"There's not much point, is there? We both know what we want, why not take it?"
"That's a very sensible viewpoint."
He reached up and threw Cleo's skirt up over her back, exposing her large, soft thighs and asscheeks. Running his hands over them greedily, he moaned with pleasure at the feel of the silky, peachlike softness.
Cleo shivered. She could feel that her sex juices were already soaking through her flimsy panties.
With one quick motion, she unzipped her boss's pants. Reaching inside, she found the gap in the front of his boxer shorts. She fumbled her fingers through it and grasped his hard cock-shaft. She tried to pull his prick out, but it was so big and so stiff that she could not get it through the hole.
"Come on, let's get naked so we can be comfortable," he said.
In seconds, the two of them had stripped off their clothes, enjoying each other's bodies to the fullest.
"Sit on the edge of the desk here, Cleo. I want to eat your cunt out."
Cleo could hardly wait for the sensation of the older man's sucking mouth on her cunt. She hopped up to perch on the edge of the big desk, spreading her legs wide in preparation for his reaming mouth.
The man knelt down before her, his face even with her gaping twat. He looked lustfully at the moist opening, sniffing at her cunt like a dog, and enjoying the musky aroma of the woman's hot cuntflesh.
"Eat me, eat me! Don't hold back! I can't stand it, all this waiting. Sink your mouth right into my cunt, now. Do it now!"
Still the naked man held back. "What will you do for me if I eat your pussy?"
"Anything! Anything you say," Cleo moaned.
"Will you let me fuck you?"
"Of course, anything. Just hurry up and eat me out! Shit, man, I'm so hungry to feel your mouth on me I can-hardly stand it! Eat me now. Please, please eat me!"
Ray pushed his face hard into Cleo's dripping cunt. Moving his head rapidly from side to side, he laved his wet tongue over the quivering flesh, eagerly lapping up the woman's oozing juices.
Cleo held the man's head close to her crotch. She pushed it, forcing Ray's tongue and lips against her leaking crack, demanding that he ream her pussy out completely.
He grabbed Cleo's legs and threw them over his shoulders. She lay back on the desk top, giving him full access to her cunt.
Starting with the crack in her ass, he ran his wet tongue all the way up to her swelling clit. He wiggled his mouth over it wildly and then retraced his path down and back to Cleo's trembling shit hole.
"Oh, Christ, you do that so good. You lick so nice. Shit, keep on, keep it up! Make me come just like this! Keep eating me forever!"
He continued to lap at her tender ass and cunt. Each time he completed the circuit from back to front, he paused for a long time to concentrate his frantic efforts on Cleo's erect clitoris. Catching the little bud on his eager tongue, he rolled it around and around, making the woman moan and croon with pleasure.
Cleo was ready to explode. She was fearful that she would come at once, shortening the ever-increasing pleasure she was now experiencing.
That must not happen. This had to go on as long as she could possibly endure it.
Her hands moved to her naked breasts. She caught the big nipples between her fingers and started twisting and pinching them, bringing them to quick and aching erections.
Her body felt raw all over. She was sweating now, completely aroused by the man's constant licking of her cunt and asshole.
As he licked Cleo's boiling flesh, he grabbed his hard prick. Frantically, he began to milk it, beating his steaming meat as fast as he possibly could, wanting to bring himself to a crashing climax while never taking his mouth from the delightful cunt before him.
Cleo was completely out of control. She tossed her head from side to side, moaning and groaning, her body aflame with raw passion. There was no letup.
Ray's tongue darted from place to place, with every sweep hitting hundreds of screaming nerves and making her groin burn hotter than before.
She had been set on getting fucked. However, the wild feeling of Ray's hot, questing mouth on her sensitive, shivering cuntflesh was driving all thoughts of fucking out of her mind.
She was speeding wildly toward climax, intent on release, no matter what might stand in her way. She sensed that there was no longer time to waste while the man got into position to ram his cock into her cunt. She would be spilling over long before he could ever get it in.
"Do it to it, baby! Do it to it!" she screamed, her hair tossing wildly on the wooden desk top.
Ray fucked his own fist, his hand a blur as it flew up and down the length of his searing-hot, steely shaft. He licked and nibbled at his secretary's soft, velvety cunt, his face smeared with her freely-leaking juices. He ate like a man who had starved himself for years, lapping up every drop of cunt-juice he could get his tongue on.
Never did he forget to give special attention to Cleo's jerking clitoris. The little sex organ throbbed under his tongue, as he caressed it again and again, never failing to bring new moans from the woman's passion-racked throat.
The two of them, employer and secretary, were well on their way to completion, their bodies shaking, their chests heaving with their labored breathing.
"I'm going, Ray, I'm fucking going! I'm there! I'm commmming, agghhhah, comming, commming!" Cleo screamed.
The hot juice flowed out of her pussy, flooding his eagerly gulping mouth with its sticky, bitter sweetness. The man sucked greedily, swallowing tier juices as quickly as he could, trying to keep from losing a single, precious drop.
Cleo's lush body was shaken by jolt after jolt of :limax. She moaned and yelled. Again and again, she came in multiple orgasm, each time offering her lover a fresh supply of cunt-juice to gulp down.
As he drank, Ray felt his balls boiling over. The huge spheres contracted against the base of his cock and then blasted their hot load up through his swollen cock and out to splash against the side of his polished desk.
He moaned and groaned as the white starch jetted out of his cock, his body shaking with the force of his climax.
Just as the two of them passed their peak and were catching their breaths, their sexual concentration was suddenly shattered.
From the doorway came the sound of deep male laughter.