Chapter 9
Charles Campbell was determined to be a faithful husband, but he was no fool and realized that a man quite often found himself in situations where only resolute willpower and firm determination could prevent adultery. Being a horny fellow, he was not so absolutely sure that he could resist when these occasions arose. But he was intent on doing his best to avoid such temptations.
He saw such a situation when he had to hire a new receptionist for his office. Everyone fucked their secretaries and receptionists, he knew. It was simply part of the free enterprise system that had made America great-industry, the assembly line and secretaries who fucked like crazed weasels.
It would be hard not to screw his receptionist.
Not only would it be frustrating, but it would make him seem a clod in the eyes of his peers, old-fashioned, ultra-conservative, no doubt hurting his business as clients took their affairs to other firms.
He considered hiring an ugly receptionist, but that was self-defeating. Clients and customers liked to be greeted by a beautiful young lady when they called.
He interviewed an elderly woman, but when he asked if she had any experience, she told him she'd had plenty and that she could give a super blow job after removing her false teeth, so he didn't hire her.
Then he hit upon the solution.
He would hire a lesbian!
A beautiful lesbian would satisfy the clients, who need not know that she was homosexual. Everyone would assume that Charles was fucking her plenty. And no matter how much he felt like fucking her, he would not have to worry about his lack of willpower, since she would put up all the necessary resistance because of her inverted nature.
Gloria thought this was a fine and clever plan and was grateful to Charles for being so thoughtful in avoiding the near occasions of adultery.
He placed ads in the gay newspaper Deviate Daily, Pervert Press and Head-lines. The response was abundant. Lesbians wrote and phoned and clamored at the door, seeking employment at which they could be themselves. Charles interviewed a great many and finally hired a ravishing young lady with long black hair and a juicy ass. She assured him that she would not let him fuck her. would not let him fuck her.
Her name was Jane.
She only fucked other women.
And, at the moment, she was wondering if she would fuck the juicy young redhead who had just walked into the office, looking timid and uncertain but with her jaw set in a mysterious determination.
It was Bonny.
Bonny had decided that she would tell Charles Campbell that Jack Turner lusted for his wife.
She hoped that Campbell would fire the young man, once he knew about it and that when he was no longer spending his days around Gloria, Jack would forget about the woman.
She approached the desk.
"May I help you, Miss?" Jane asked, giving the lithesome young redhead a slow, up and down look.
"Errr... I'd like to see Mister Campbell, please."
That seemed un-likely, Jane thought. Bonny was wearing her usual outfit, cut-off jeans that were dragged into a tight vee at her crotch, splitting her plump cunt lips, and a tee shirt so tight it looked like a coat of whitewash.
Jane licked her lips.
"If you will state your business?"
"Well-it's personal," Bonny mumbled.
Jane frowned.
What possible business, personal or otherwise, would this sexy nymphette have with the boss? She knew that Charles didn't screw around, or else she might have thought the girl was a whore or had gotten knocked up or something. The thought was rather exciting. Although Jane didn't like men much herself, she liked to think of men fucking sexy girls, making them whimper and come with big heterosexual cocks. Sometimes, with a huge rubber dildo harnessed to her limber haunches, Jane like to pretend that she was a man, herself.
"I'm afraid you'll have to be more specific, Miss," she said. "Mister Campbell is a busy man. Anyhow, he's out to lunch at the moment. So if you'll give me some idea what it's about, perhaps I can set up an appointment for you."
She looked at the way Bonny's tits thrust against her tight tee shirt and, unconsciously, arched her willowy back, so that her own tits jutted out in her simple black dress. Her twat was simmering in her chair.
Bonny hesitated.
Then she said, "It's about his wife."
"Oh?" Jane raised her eyebrows in surprise-and interest. She had often wished she could get sexy Gloria into bed-a factor
Charles had not considered when he hired a disciple of Sappho as a receptionist.
"And my boyfriend."
"If you'll explain?"
"Well-my name is Bonny Carter. My boyfriend is Jack Turner. Your boss is Charles Campbell-but I guess you already know that, right? Anyhow, my boyfriend works for the Campbells-doing odd jobs at their house. And he's got the hots for Gloria Campbell. That's all he ever talks about. I don't think they've done anything naughty yet, but I figured that Mister Campbell ought to know so he can get rid of Jack before anything does happen. You know what I mean?"
"I see," said Jane, thoughtfully.
She was wondering how she might turn this knowledge to her advantage.
If Gloria had actually fucked this young man, Jane figured she might blackmail the delectable blonde, offering not to tell her husband in return for some pussy. She grinned at the idea. She could say that the best way to seal her lips was to sit on her face. A girl can't spread gossip when she has a set of juicy cunt lips spread over her mouth, right?
But since Gloria hadn't actually done anything wrong, that wouldn't work.
Jane wondered if she might be able to get into the redhead's pants, instead.
"I can see why you are concerned," she said, with a friendly, sympathetic smile.
"You think Mister Campbell will be interested?"
"I'm sure he will."
"I can wait."
Jane glanced at the clock. She had half an hour or so, before Charles returned from lunch.
And there was a couch in his inner office.
Her crotch was simmering so energetically that she might have been seated in the electric chair.
Jane made up her mind.
"You may wait in his office," she said.
She ushered the nubile redhead in, looking at the way her delightful little ass rolled as she walked. The cut-off jeans were so short that the lower rims of the cheeks of her ass were exposed, and so tight that they were dragged up into the cleavage between those firm mounds. Her hips moved a lot more than was strictly necessary for propulsion and she had that swayback posture that pushed her tits out.
She motioned Bonny to the couch.
Jane sat on the arm of the couch, beside her.
"Maybe you had better give me a few more details, Bonny," she said. "I'm on your side and I'd like to help you present your grievance in the most lucid fashion."
Bonny nodded, not really sure what the sultry receptionist had said.
"Your boyfriend-Jack Turner-is he experienced in sexual intercourse?"
"Yeah," Bonny said.
"Do you sleep with him?"
"No."
"No?" Jane said surprised. "Well, not in bed. We don't sleep together. But we fuck in my car a lot."
"Ah. I see."
"And I blew him last night."
Jane gave a little sigh as she imagined those sweet lips pulling on a prick.
"But he was thinking about Gloria Campbell while I sucked him off," Bonny went on, getting into her story now, happy at having found such a sympathetic ally.
"The swine!"
"Yeah, he's a real rat."
"Does he have a big cock?" no
Bonny didn't see why that was applicable and frowned. Jane thought fast. She wanted to get the girl thinking about big cocks so that she would get horny but she realized that she needed a reason for bringing the subject up.
She said, "If he has a big cock, he's more-likely to be able to seduce Gloria, you see. A guy with a small prick might get just as horny and try just as hard, but he hasn't got as much chance of seducing a woman as a guy with a huge whang does. So that's an important point."
"Oh. Yeah, I can see that."
"So tell me about his cock."
"Yeah, it's big. Big and hard and hot and creamy and... oooooh... " Bonny squealed as the image of that proud prick danced in her head.
She didn't seem to notice that the receptionist had moved a hand onto her shoulder, stroking affectionately.
"What about his tongue?" Jane asked.
"His tongue?" Bonny asked, puzzled.
"Is he skilled at licking cunt, I mean?"
"Why-I don't know. He never has."
"Never has!" Jane gasped, feigning horror. "A lovely girl like you-and he's never eaten you out."
"Nope."
"Surely you've asked him to."
"Nope."
"But-don't you like to have your pussy sucked?"
"I don't know," Bonny said. "I never had it."
Jane's hand had slipped, as if by accident, down onto the young girl's plump, thrusting tit. She slowly drew her fingers together, stroking up the mound to the nipple. That nipple was stiff and vibrant.
Jane was feeling hopeful.
Bonny was sort of dumb-but dumb girls were liable to fall for the most far-fetched schemes, and a dull mind had no dulling effect on an alert cunt.
"Do you mean to tell me that you've never had anyone go down on you? Give you head?"
Bonny shook her head.
"Haven't you ever thought about it?"
"Well, I guess so. I mean-sure. But no guy ever offered and I didn't figure it was the sort of thing that a nice girl asks a guy to do."
"Why, that's your trouble!" Jane exclaimed.
"Huh?"
"That's why your boyfriend is interested in another woman. There's no doubt in my mind. No woman can expect to keep a man interested if she doesn't feed him plenty of pussy!"
"I never knew that!" cried the young, impressionable redhead, looking wide-eyed in surprise.
"Certainly."
"I figured guys only did it as a special favor."
"No, they cherish cunt sucking, each and every one. It's as necessary in a man's diet as vitamins."
"Gee, I'm so glad you explained that to me," Bonny said, with a grateful smile. She noticed that the ravishing, black-haired receptionist was rubbing her tit, but she guessed it was just a sympathetic pat. "I'll ask Jack if he wants to gobble my gash tonight!"
Bonny beamed happily at the expectation.
"But wait!" Jane cried.
"What is it?" Bonny asked, worried.
"You say you've never been sucked off?"
"Never."
"Oh, dear. That is a problem," Jane said, looking worried and distraught.
"How come?"
"Oh, you poor, innocent girl-a cunt is never tasty, the first time it is eaten."
Bonny's eyes rolled around in wonderment at such wisdom, such arcane knowledge.
"Why is that?" she asked.
"Why, a cunt has to be properly prepared, just like any delicacy. like meat must be seasoned and gourmet sauces blended-like meringue must be whipped-"
Bonny was gaping at her in amazement. There were so many things that Bonny hadn't known.
"A pussy that had never had a tongue steeped in it-ugh! If you offer your boyfriend an unseasoned cunt, he will probably gag on it."
Bonny wailed in horror.
"He will be so disgusted that he'll probably break off your affair on the spot and storm off, spitting."
"But-if that's the case-how does a poor girl ever get her first sucking?"
"Why she has to get it from someone she doesn't care about, obviously. Some ugly, elderly fellow-or a Mexican, whose taste buds have been ruined by hot chili-a down and out bowery ass, who will do it for a quarter-"
"Yechhh!" Bonny said.
"Yes, you'll have to go out onto the streets-into the slums-and coax and cajole some wretched, hairy creature, some hideous pervert, some horny hippy-"
"I couldn't! I'd rather do without!"
"And lose Jack to Gloria?"
"Oohhh! What shall I do?"
"That's up to you. But believe me-a cunt has to be stirred by a tongue and seasoned by saliva before it's succulent enough to offer to your lover."
Bonny looked up at her mentor. Jane was so adamant in her convictions, evidently, that her face was all shining with the light of knowledge, twisted just as if the sultry woman were feeling passionate.
"Gee-you seem to know all about these things," Bonny said, shyly. "Can I ask how-how you got your first suck?"
"Ah! I was more fortunate."
Bonny looked hopeful, groping for a solution.
"My older sister did it to me," Jane said. "Your sister."
"Urn hum."
"But that's-that's-"
"Sisterly love," said Jane.
"That's what lesbians do!" Bonny wailed.
"Sure. But that's different. Lesbians like to do it-foul creatures that they are-whereas my sister only did it to prepare me for men."
"I see. I guess."
"My dear sister had had a horrid experience, you see. She hadn't know-just as you didn't-how awful a pussy is when it's not properly prepared. So she let her boyfriend go down on her. And he vomited on her cunt. Embarrassing? I should say so! And my sister didn't want me to suffer a terrible mortification like that, so she was kind enough to give my cunt a thorough sucking before I presented it to men."
"Oh, she must have been swell!"
"Yes-" said Jane, slowly.
For there was a grain of truth to her tale-her sister had, in fact, eaten her out a few times.
Bonny said, "But I'm an only child-"
"Don't you have a girlfriend who would be willing to do you a favor?"
"Not that sort of favor."
"Too bad. You could offer to do it to her, too-so that both of you were ready for men."
"None of my girlfriends know about that."
"Well, you'll just have to lose Jack, in that case. It seems a shame."
Bonny began to sob.
"Unless-" Jane said.
Bonny jerked her face up, eyes moist, ready to clutch at any straw.
"I suppose-I could do it for you," said Jane.
"Oh! Would you?"
"Well, I certainly wouldn't enjoy it. But-I feel so sorry for you."
"I'd be ever so grateful!" Jane gave her a slow smile. "I'll just bet you will, honey," she said.