Chapter 4
Robin whirled around in shock as she heard the office door close behind her. Jack was standing there, grinning at her. As she watched, he snapped the lock closed and grinned lewdly.
"Why did you do that?" Robin asked, her voice a little higher-pitched than usual. She knew the gossip about Jack around the office and she couldn't help but blush as she thought about it.
Robin's mind whirled. Now that she thought about it, Mr. Richards had been acting kind of funny all week. He had squeezed her butt every time she bent over the file cabinet and made little references to her sexy dresses. Robin hadn't minded before this. She never thought that he would actually try anything with her. After all, he was Gary's boss and it just wouldn't be right. Somehow though, she sensed that this morning was different. For one thing, Jack had never done anything like lock the door before. That was really weird.
"I need to have a little talk with you in private, Robin," Jack said, grinning at Robin's puzzled expression. "You don't mind if I lock the door so we won't be disturbed, do you?"
"Uh ... noooo," Robin answered, feeling a funny kind of prickling in her spine. "What did you want to talk about, Mr. Richards?"
Jack grinned. He noticed that Robin had called him Mr. Richards. That meant that she was on her guard. He smiled widely, doing his best to look benevolent.
"It's about your husband, Robin. I've had some complaints about his ... er ... performance on the route."
Robin looked startled. "Oh!" she gasped. She had been expecting Jack to make a pass and all he wanted to do was talk about Gary. She gave a nervous little giggle of relief.
"I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about, Mr. Richards," Robin said, lowering her eyes. She had a feeling that Jack was going to tell her something she'd rather not hear. "Gary doesn't discuss his work at home."
"Well, I don't know exactly how to put this, Robin ... but it seems that Gary has been pretty late on his route lately. Some of the postal customers are complaining that he's spending too much time up on the hill."
Robin blushed bright red. She knew what that meant even though Jack hadn't actually said it. The hill was the area of town populated by women who worked at night. There was a whole housing development out there that catered to singles and divorced women. If Gary was spending time on the hill, it meant that he was messing around with those women. Most of them were barmaids and go-go dancers and nude models and Robin had a pretty good idea that Gary wasn't spending his time delivering the mail.
"Oh...." Robin said uncertainly. "I ... I don't know anything about that. I'm sure Gary's just doing his job, Mr. Richards."
Jack moved closer to Robin and put his arm around her shoulder. "I wouldn't be too upset over it," he said soothingly. "After all, most married men stray a little from time to time."
Robin's face blushed fiery red. She was awfully embarrassed. It was bad enough finding out that Gary was spending time on the hill, but to hear it from Jack Richards was twice as bad.
"You wouldn't want to see Gary get into any trouble, would you, dear?" Jack said, slipping his arm down a little lower and starting to caress her back. "You wouldn't want anyone else to find out about it, I'm sure. I've heard that the union takes a pretty dim view of mail carriers who aren't strictly professional about their jobs."
Robin turned to look at Jack. His eyes met hers in an unmistakable stare. The poor girl was so flustered, she dropped her gaze and stared down at the red and black carpet.
"You ... you won't say anything about it, will you Mr. Richards?" Robin said, her voice quivering with emotion. "Gary needs his job."
"Well ... I really should turn in the report, but...." Jack hesitated just long enough to make sure that Robin got his meaning. "I guess I could overlook it this time. I'm sure you and I could come to some sort of an arrangement, Robin."
Robin clenched her hands together in a helpless gesture. She knew what was on Jack's mind now and there didn't seem to be any way of getting out of it. She would have to go along with him if she wanted to protect Gary.
Jack's big hand slid around Robin's side, cupping the firm flesh of her tits right through the sweater she wore. He flicked his fingertip over her throbbing nipples and smiled at her in a lazy sort of way.
"I don't see why Gary's playing around," he breathed. "With a pretty little wife like you at home, he ought to be satisfied." .
Robin blushed even harder. She opened her mouth to make some sort of polite comment, but before she could think of what to say Jack had whirled her around and his warm, hard lips were nibbling down the side of her neck.
"Oh!" she squeaked. "Oh, Mr. Richards!"
Jack laughed. "I don't think you have to be so formal, Robin. Why don't you call me Jack. I have a feeling that you and I are going to be very good friends.
Robin's mind spun around in circles. She couldn't say no. She really didn't want to say no. Gary was going out on her. Even Jack said that. Why shouldn't she play around a little too?
The shuddering girl relaxed visibly. She made up her mind. If Gary could do it, she could, too. Gary wasn't the only one who was entitled to a little fun.
"That's better," Jack breathed, slipping off her sweater. "I think we understand each other now."
Robin's heart was pounding so hard she felt like it was going to burst out of her chest. She held her breath as Jack undressed her and led her over to the couch at the far side of the office. Then she felt his hot mouth on her tits and she cried out in lust.
"Yes! Oh, yes, Jack! It feels so good!" Jack grinned as Robin's slim hand slipped down to fondle his stiff prick. This was going to work out just fine. He was glad that Gary was fucking the ladies on the hill. He had a feeling Robin was going to be just what he needed.
Bobbie Martin answered incoming calls until her ear was ready to fall off. She wished Robin would hurry and come out of Jack's office. She had her hands full with the five information lines and she needed some help.
After fifteen minutes passed, Bobbie wondered if Robin was ever going to come back. She wasn't the sort of woman to listen to idle office gossip but she'd heard some pretty shocking stories about Jack and a couple of the other secretaries.
Bobbie came to a sudden decision. She put every single incoming line on hold and tip-toed to the door of Jack's office. She turned the knob silently but the door wouldn't open. It must be locked from the inside.
Bobbie knew that she should go back to her desk and pretend that nothing was wrong. Still, all the gossip she'd heard couldn't be wrong. Maybe Robin was in trouble in Jack's office. Against her better judgement, she put her ear up to the office door and listened.
"Ooooooooh," Robin moaned. "Do it again, Jack! Harder!"
"You love it, don't you baby?" Jack's voice boomed out. "I can tell you love it. Tell me what you want me to do!"
"Suck on it!" Robin groaned. "Pleeeease! It feels so good I can hardly stand it!"
Bobbie jerked her head away from the door like it was red-hot. She just couldn't believe what she'd heard. It had sounded like Bobbie and Jack were doing something awful in there.
Bobbie drew a shuddering breath. Before she had time to think about the consequences if she were caught, she pulled the extra office key from her desk and slipped it into the lock.
The latch turned easily and Bobbie pushed the door open a fraction of an inch. The heavy drapes were pulled over the windows and for a second she couldn't see anything. Then she noticed two shapes moving on the couch at the far side of the room.
"Oooooh," Bobbie whispered. It was Robin, and she and Jack were lying on the couch. Jack's head was poised over Robin's naked chest and his lips were clamped around one of her large, pink nipples. The other nipple was shimmering in the air, hard and shiny-looking. Bobbie could tell that Jack had sucked that one, too.
Bobbie froze with her eye to the door. She knew that she should close the door and go back to her work, but she just couldn't bring herself to do that. She had to find out what Jack was going to do. She had to find out if the stories the girls told about him were true. They said he had a cock like a horse. Of course, Bobbie hadn't believed them at the time. Now she could find out. All she had to do was wait until Jack turned around and she could see for herself.
"Oh, God, I'm hot!" Robin moaned. "Touching your big cock is making me so horny, Jack. It's so big and hard ... oooooooh!"
Jack sat up suddenly. He moved between Robin's legs and held his long cock in his hand. It pointed straight out at the air, long and hard and menacing.
"Ooooooh!" Bobbie breathed. It was just as big as the girls had said. Bobbie had never seen a cock that big before. It looked like it would split a girl wide open.
Jack moved up higher until his glistening red cock was pointed right at Robin's wide pink mouth. "How about sucking on it a little, baby?" he rasped.
Robin opened her eyes wide. She stared at Jack's big red prick and then she smiled happily. "Ooooooh," she gasped. "I'd love to ... God! It's so big, Jack! You've really got a whopper!"
Robin reached up with both hands. She held Jack's jerking cock between her fingers and slid them over the glossy dark-colored head of his prick.
"Mmmmmm, I bet you taste good," she groaned, opening her mouth wide. She licked her lips lewdly and smacked her lips.
"Bring it down here honey and I'll lick it for you," Robin urged. "Come on, Jack. I'd just love to suck a cock as big as yours."
Bobbie blushed with embarrassment. She knew that some girls, girls who were whores, sucked cocks. She'd read about that. She just couldn't picture sweet little Robin doing something that nasty, though. Her eyes popped open wide as Jack's glistening, smooth cockhead came closer and closer to Robin's moist, pink lips.
"Oh, no!" Bobbie gasped. She just couldn't believe that Robin was actually going to do it. Jack must have forced her to do it, somehow. She was sure that Robin wouldn't willingly do something that depraved and wicked. Jack must be blackmailing the sweet girl. That must be it. No sweet young lady like Robin would suck Jack's enormous cock willingly!
Bobbie clenched her fists so tightly she dug her fingernails into the palms of her hands. Jack's cock was almost touching Robin's sweet, innocent lips. Now the dark, red, mushroom-shaped head was gliding in, disappearing right between Robin's moist lips.
Bobbie held her breath. Surely Robin would gag or something. It must be awful to have something as big as Jack's cock poking down her tiny little throat. Robin would be sure to hate it.
"Mmmmmmm!" Robin moaned. Bobbie could hear her lips smacking and she made low animal-like growls.
"No!" Bobbie gasped, her mouth wide open in shock. Robin didn't act like she hated it at all. She was acting like she enjoyed it. She acted like she could hardly get enough of Jack's big, wide cock!
"Oh ... you're good, baby," Jack groaned. "Somebody taught you how to suck cocks really good. Jesus! Your mouth's so hot and wet! Oooooh, baby ... you'd better take it easy or you're going to get a big mouthful!"
Robin kept right on sucking at Jack's huge cock. She bobbed her head back and forth and felt the delicious rod of stiff flesh slide down her slippery throat, leaking cockjuice all the way. She wrapped her tongue around the underside of Jack's cock and drew in with her cheeks sucking wildly.
"Stop!" Jack yelped, pushed her head back with a violent shove. Then he grinned lewdly, "You almost got it, baby ... you almost got my hot load right down in your belly. A horny little thing like you needs more than a mouthful, right?"
Robin shivered in anticipation. "Yes," she whispered. "I need more than a mouthful. I need a nice hot pussyful."
Jack laughed loudly. He pushed Robin back down on the couch and rolled her over on her knees. "Spread your legs baby, and let me poke it to you, doggie-style."
Robin shuddered. Jack was really wild. He was willing to do anything. No wonder she'd heard all sorts of gossip about him from the other secretaries. Jack didn't mince around about what he wanted.
Robin spread her legs widely apart. She lifted her shimmering buttcheeks high in the air and waited for the lunge of Jack's hot cock. She waited for what seemed like ages and then, at last, she felt his hands on her trembling buttcheeks.
"Aaaaaah!" Robin moaned. Something hot and wet was licking between her glistening buttcheeks. She jerked and moaned as she realized what Jack was doing. His face was pressing between her hot asscheeks and his long tongue was slithering in the crack of her butt, licking right over her shuddering, clenching asshole.
Robin remembered the way Gary had licked her asshole last night. A low moan escaped her lips. Jack's tongue felt just as good, wiggling over her pink, puckered asshole and darting in the shivering channel of her ass.
For a second Robin wondered if Jack intended to fuck her in the ass. She didn't want to do that. That was the one thing she wouldn't do. Her asshole was just too small. Robin knew that it would hurt and she wasn't about to take a chance on yelling right here in the office.
Jack's tongue moved deeper between the shuddering girl's legs. It found the wet, oozing hole of her pussy and darted in there too, swirling around in the hot, moist flesh, slipping and sliding through the waves of steamy cuntjuice that leaked in torrents from Robin's aroused pussywalls.
"Ooooooh," Robin moaned. "That's ... that's wonderful, Jack. God! I love the way you lick my pussy!"
Jack's tongue whirled and wiggled until the excited girl was out of her mind with lust. Then he slipped his tongue over her whole pussyslit, covering it completely, and shook it like a dog shakes a bone.
"Aaaaaah!" Robin moaned. "Oh, Jack! Hurry and fuck me. I want that big cock of yours in my pussy!"
Jack grabbed Robin's full, round, quivering asscheeks and spread them apart with his fingers. Then Robin tipped her ass up high and he saw the gleaming pink expanse of her pussy waiting for the entrance of his hard cock.
Jack gasped lustily. Robin's pussy was a lovely color of pink, sweet and hot with glistening drops of creamy juice clinging to the delicate tissues. Her cunt was drooling a steady stream of frothy cream and spasming as she waited for his cock to penetrate.
"You're hot, aren't you, baby?" Jack moaned, aiming the tip of his red, engorged cock right at the hot hole of her cunt. "You're creaming all over the place."
"Yes," Robin admitted, and another gush of steamy cuntjuice dripped out of her pussyhole. "I need it, Jack ... hurry!"
Jack aimed his cock at the pusling, watering hole of Robin's hot pussy. The tip of it pressed right up against her quivering flesh, making the horny girl sigh and quiver in lust. She wiggled her hips back, fucking up against his huge cock, trying to capture that enormous length of prick in her slippery pussyhole.
"Oh!" Robin moaned. "Oh, Jack ... This is wonderful! It's so much more exciting when you're fucking with someone new. Oooooh, I can understand why Gary does it now!"
Jack chuckled. "I won't say anything about Gary if you fuck with me once in awhile," he promised. That'll be our little secret, Robin."
Bobbie's mouth dropped open. So that was it! She'd heard stories about Gary, too. It must be true then. Gary must be playing around with the women on his route. That was why Robin was fucking with Jack ... to keep Gary's job for him.
Bobbie shuddered. Jack was really a louse, blackmailing Robin like that. And the poor girl was pretending to enjoy it. Now she understood the whole thing.
Jack's long prick began to slide into Robin's delicate pussy. It squished through the juices in her cunt and poked its way right up her steamy pussy, nosing up against the mouth of her womb.
"Oooooooh!" Robin moaned. "Harder, Jack. Do it harder. I just love to be fucked hard like that!"
Bobbie smiled. Robin was doing an awfully good acting job. She was sure that the little blonde girl didn't really want Jack to fuck her. After all, she was married, even if Gary was playing around. She must love Gary an awful lot to fuck Jack to save his job. There must be something someone could do to save Robin from Jack. She would just have to think of something.
Suddenly Bobbie heard footsteps coming down the hallway. She closed the door quickly and locked it behind her with the key. Then she slid back behind her desk and picked up a letter, just as the office door opened.
"Hi, Bobbie," a familiar voice said. "I had to interview a client around here and I thought I'd come in and take you to lunch.
Bobbie's face flushed as she looked up at the handsome, gray-haired man. It was Skip, her husband. She tried not to look too flustered. She didn't want Skip to guess what was going on behind that closed inner-office door. She didn't care if Skip found out about Jack, but Robin? This whole thing wasn't Robin's fault. Skip would be sure to tell someone about it and then it would make Robin look bad.
"I'll leave right now," Bobbie said, grabbing her coat. "Let's go, honey. Hurry up!"
"Just let me stick my head in the office and say hello to Jack," Skip said, starting toward the inner-office door.
"NO!" Bobbie almost screamed. "He's ... he's in conference right now with orders not to be disturbed."
Skip stopped with his hand on the office door. He heard the unmistakable sound of two people fucking in Jack's office. There was a high-pitched giggle and then Jack's voice boomed out.
"That's it baby! Make that sweet pussy of yours suck all the cum out of my balls. Jesus! You've sure got a nice pussy, honey!"
"Fuck me harder, Jack!" a woman groaned. "Come on, pound that beautiful cock of yours in my pussy."
Skip stepped away from the door with a grin on his rugged face. He grabbed Bobbie's arm and chuckled. "I think you'd better tell me all about that conference your boss is having at lunch," he said, marching Bobbie out of the office and down the hall.
"Aaaaaaagh!" Robin moaned, her asscheeks writhing in slow circles. "Come on, Jack ... fill my hot pussy up with your cum."
Jack grunted like a man moving heavy furniture. His breath whooshed out of his lungs as his big prick pounded harder and harder in Robin's sweet wet pussy. Her cunt was milking his cock, squeezing it tightly and bathing it in steamy gushes of hot pussyjuice. He knew he couldn't hold the cum in his balls for long. Robin's pussy was too tight and deliciously wet to hold off for long.
"Are you ready?" he puffed, gritting his teeth together. "Are you ready for my hot load, baby?"
"Yesssss!" Robin wailed. She squeezed her cunt around his cock excitedly. Then Jack's fingers wormed between them and found the hard little button of her clit.
"Let's get you off too," Jack groaned. "Here it comes, baby! Get set for a real gusher."
Robin's body jerked and jumped as Jack's big fingers slid over the slippery gap of her pussy. His fingertip rolled her clit and flicked it back and forth in time to his pounding, lunging cock. It felt so good that Robin's eyes crossed in delight. She saw everything double. The room started spinning around and then Jack's cock was bursting into her hot, horny pussy, filling her narrow cunt up with his hot load of sperm.
"Aaaaagh!" she squealed, lifting her butt up even higher so Jack's spurting cum squirted right at the end of her squeezing pussy. She felt the hot cream batter against the softness of her womb and she started coming herself, each spurt of his cum sending her higher and higher on the merry-go-round of lust.
"Aaaagh! Aaaaagh! AAAAAAAGH!" she squealed as her pussy spasmed and fluttered around the bursting length of his prick. Electric waves of pleasure rushed through her body and made her shake and gasp with pleasure. She'd never been this horny before. Maybe Gary was right. Maybe both of them needed a little variety in their lives. Maybe this was just what they needed to save their marriage.
"Wow!" Robin gasped as she sat down behind her desk again several minutes later. Fucking with Jack had been fun, but she still didn't feel exactly right about it. She didn't like to feel that she had to do it, and Jack had made that pretty clear. She just hoped that Jack wasn't going to take advantage of the situation. Fucking with him once to save Gary's job was one thing, but it was different if he was going to make her do it all the time. That was blackmail and Robin didn't like the chilly feeling she got when she thought about that.