Chapter 3
Anyone looking into the office by way of the big windows would see Anne smiling. Together, they created a picture of casual acquaintance. Bob was now raising his coffee cup. Or at least that's the way it looked.
Too bad no one had x-ray vision, he thought. He was willing to bet every chick on the floor would be creaming in her drawers if they could see what he and Anne were doing.
He now had three fingers shoved into the sweet girl's cunt, and she was grinding her hips down on his hand. The scene was lusty, and putting out quite a smell, because Anne was close to getting her grapes. Right in Bob's hand. Where else! And you can believe that wherever Anne's grapes went, Bob's nuts were sure to follow.
Her hand was filled with the throbbing of his hardness. She could feel the thick piece of meat pulsating in her tightly clasped fist. The knuckles of her hand were white as the blood drained away from the pressure she exerted during this stereo masturbation scene.
But slowly a twinge of red began to spread through her. Bob could see the color starting from the exposed part of her lower neck, spreading upward, and now it was completely shading her face. She was still holding her cup of coffee within plain view of the windows of the office. But her lips were pinched tightly together.
Bob's face had also taken on a deep blush, and he wished he could control the flow of blood rushing to his face. But he couldn't. Anne was doing some job with his cock. She was jerking him off like a pro.
She pulls me off almost as well as I pull myself, he thought.
He had given up on the effort of trying to hold onto his cup of coffee. His left hand was holding onto the edge of the desk, as if his strong grip would anchor him down and cut the intensity of sensations he was experiencing.
"Tighten it up baby," Anne whispered, readjusting her grip on his penis.
Bob leaned back, allowing her complete access.
"Oh baby," she sighed. "I'm going to come. Do me harder. That's it. Ahhh yes. That's the way. My clit. Mmmmmm."
She was now looking directly into his face and he was looking into hers. Their eyes were locked hotly together. There were no secrets. Everything they felt was visible in their eyes. like portable TVs with giant screens. The emotions that filled them both, all the sensations, the consuming passion was open to them like the panorama of cinemascope photography.
She was pulling him faster, and Bob could feel the shaft of his prick stiffen thickly.
"Ohhh," she moaned, and melted away in his hand. Bob could feel the tremble start deep in her belly and spread throughout the depth of her cunt. He felt the heat from her burning twat.
Her come was thick and sticky between his fingers. But he couldn't have cared less. They were still looking deeply into each other's eyes, even as their passion subsided.
One of the girls across the way was beginning to notice them. Anne caught a glimpse of her, using her peripheral vision. She tossed her head back and laughed gaily. That was enough to satisfy the girl who was watching.
Anne returned her attention to what she was feeling with Bob, as he was now smiling at her questioningly.
"Lorraine was beginning to watch us," she said softly, maintaining a facial expression that would fool the devil himself. Bob understood, and nodded in total agreement.
"Will you do me again?" she asked. "I come more easily after the first one."
"Of course I will," he answered. "But you know of course that my heart died when my dick did." Anne laughed, partly for the sake of appearance, but more so because she was digging Bob strongly.
His fingers had never left her cunt. He began to rub her clitoris with his thumb, using circular motions. He pressed firmly but with consideration, then disengaged one finger and began to tweak her pulsating clit.
She moaned softly, clenching her teeth tightly together. She squeezed the slimy prick, thrilling to the way it slipped through her fist, coating the inner palm of her hand with its sticky substance.
Bob tweaked her clitoris again. She gasped and shuddered. They were talking with then-eyes again. He squeezed her again, massaging the swollen bit of sensitized sex flesh. Then he slipped the finger back into her drippy slot, keeping the other two fingers company. His thumb still rubbed her clit.
"I'm going to come again," she said hotly.
The muscles in her ass pulled taut, and she creamed again into his hand. The excitement of feeling her melting away under his manual manipulations was giving Bob another hard-on. Anne felt him beginning to lengthen and thicken in her hand, pulsating, and expanding within the clasp of her grip.
She began to groove him. He was getting hard, as hard as a brick. She could feel the thick rod straining at the roots.
"Something is going on over there," Lorraine said to her girlfriend who was putting away the last of a jelly doughnut.
"Going on over where?" Louise asked between her chewing and licking a gob of jelly from her fingertips.
"Over there, stupid. Something is happening with Anne and that new guy, Bob."
"He's not new. He's been here about three or four months-"
"I know that," Lorraine interrupted, and feeling a little pissed. Louise was an ignorant ass. "Look," she continued. "I've given a lot of hand jobs and I've looked at a hell of a lot of guys. And if his expression isn't one of getting his nuts off, my pussy is the Grand Canyon."
"Hello, Grand Canyon," Louise giggled.
"Look at them. Look at the expression on their faces. And I haven't seen either of them lift a cup or take a bite of anything since she first went in there."
"Why don't you just mind your own business. Anne might be trying to get a play with the guy. None of the other girls has said anything to him, except to speak to him."
"I know that, but-"
"You wouldn't be jealous, would you, honey?"
"Fuck yourself with a typewriter eraser, or something willya!" Lorraine snapped. "Something is going on Over there. I know it. I just know it!"
"Well, if you ask me, I think they're trying to get something going. But I've got a steady supply of cock, so I'm not going to begrudge Anne a chance to get some for herself."
"Yeah," Lorraine said, thoroughly irritated with the whole conversation.
Bob was digging deeply into Anne's sopping wetness. He could feel his orgasm fast approaching, and his fingers were a constant motion of sexual stimulation.
His fingers were digging, squeezing, and pressing, kneading the folds of cunt. The hot smell of twat wafted its way to his nostrils like the scent of jasmine floating down the Nile. The smell was sweet, and he inhaled it deeply into his lungs, wishing to himself that he could suck the heavy aroma into his body with the convenience of a cigarette.
"I'm coming again," Anne breathed hotly. "Make me come hard, baby."
Bob moaned and increased his vigorous digitation. Their eyes were still locked into that blazing stare of heated horny lust. He was grooving behind the sordid line of communication they had established with their eyes.
It was as if their hands joined their bodies together and their eyes locked their hearts and minds together. A fusion of body and spirit. But Anne was beginning to lose herself in the forthcoming wake. She wanted to maintain their communication line. But the aching in her cunt hole was causing her to slowly diffuse the direct contact of their eyes. So complex and widespread was her stimulated excitement, that she was finding it hard to direct it into the dual channels of her eyes and pussy at the same time.
Her eyes began to roll back in her head.
The contact was broken. Indeed the spirit was willing but the flesh was weak, Bob thought.
Without any warning, Anne bent over, they had been sitting side by side getting each other off. But now, with her bending over, she disengaged Bob's fingers from within her.
"I've got to suck it," she said, as reason for her actions. Down she went, her beautiful lips parting, curving into an oval of acceptance. Her lips cupped gently around the head of his cock. She sucked, fusing her lips to the contours of the cock head, creating an instant vacuum.
Bob moaned softly, the shaft of him stiffening like the braces of a radio receiving tower, protruding hard, high, and erect from the grassy field of his pubic hair. Lifting, reaching to conform to the standards set by her sucking lips with every hope and intention of capturing in essence each wave of titillating pleasure.
"Ohhh, arggh," Bob moaned a little heavily.
"Shhh" Anne cautioned, lifting her lips from the head of his cock, then quickly engaging them again.
In her new position, the only way Bob could get to her was by reaching over her shoulder and down her back, entering her melting honey pot from the rear.
No big deal, he thought. Suits me fine, as a matter-of-fact, I can get a deeper penetration. He now was able to shove his fingers into her damned near up to the knuckles of his hand. But he knew she wouldn't be getting enough stimulation with bringing her clit into the play.
So when he was thoroughly satisfied and contented with wallowing around in the mushy swamp, he removed his dripping fingers and stuck them into his mouth. He sucked them quickly then put them back into her cunt, but this time in such a way that he would be rubbing her clitoris with his thumb while stuffing three more fingers into the swampy marsh.
With this added stimulation, Anne could no longer content herself with the lavishly bestowed kisses upon the head of his prick. She frenched him fully now, lowering her mouth and taking in as much as she could of his juicy meat.
Her cheeks were puffed out slightly, as she tried to bring every muscle in her mouth into play.
"Oh, wow," Bob rasped, barely audible. She was actually grinding her mouth down hard on his cock, trying to fit it deep in the back of her throat. Bob could almost swear he was feeling her tonsils. And if it wasn't for the fact that he could feel her teeth every now and then, he could almost swear he was fucking her cunt.
Nothing like face fucking. Absolutely not. He was actually fucking her' in her head, just below the nose. Wow!, he thought.
At this point, Anne was sucking extremely hard and rapid. There was no throbbing in his organ as she frenched him this way. So direct and intense was her sucking, that his prick just stood there straining at the seams.
Bob was lost, caught up in total oblivion, while Anne had come two more times, making it a total of four orgasms. Little did she realize that Bob was best in bed "after" his first climax.
As a matter-of-fact, it had become a part of his love making. He would always push for his first climax, then settle down to ride with the second. If a broad could survive after that, one could be damned positive she wouldn't be doing much walking around the next day, that is, if Bob continued to ride her after his third orgasm.
So, it was not that Bob didn't want to come, but instead, he had perfected his bodily functions so well, that it was literally impossible to make him come in less than ten minutes, regardless of the extreme or combination of any source of numerous techniques. Or at least that was the way it had been up till now.
He was straining. No doubt about it. The man was straining for all he was worth, not really conscious of trying to get his rocks quickly, but merely submitting himself totally to the increasing intensity that racked his joy stick from stem to stern.
His joint had swollen to almost a quarter of an inch more than it had on any other given occasion. It was just a little thicker too. He was getting the sucking of his life. The aching in his balls confirmed this fact.
Suddenly, Anne knew he was about to come. Usually she knew because she could feel the penis pulsating and throbbing in her mouth. The signal was when she felt it stiffen thickly. The head would swell tightly. But she was administering a different technique other than the one she usually used.
So stiff and tight was Bob's prick since she put the "clamp" on him that it was virtually impossible for it to throb the usual sign. But Anne could still tell. Which said a lot for her, she thought.
She arched her ass up sharply, then shoved her hips down hard, shuddered violently, and came. An instant later, the shaft of Bob's cock recoiled like that barrel of a cannon and he shot. Splat! Right into the back of her throat, spraying the slimy gobs of come against the roof and back of her mouth.
She began to raise and lower her head quickly. Up and down, up and down, using her mouth like a second pussy. But Bob was flying too high to be of any assistance. He just lay back a little more, barely conscious of the fact that she was again melting in his hand.
"I know something is going on over there," Lorraine said again, and a little excited at the tingle in her little snatch. "I'll bet that little bitch is blowing him."
"Where, who?" Louise started to say something else, but now as she looked, she could see Bob laying back in his chair but Anne was nowhere in sight. "Maybe she left," she shrugged.
"Just keep watching dummy. I'll bet you a hundred bucks that hot little pussy is in there getting her goodies off!"
Lorraine got up from her desk and walked around to Bob's office. Neither Bob nor Anne saw her standing in the doorway.
"Just as I thought," she said, just loud enough for only the two of them to hear.
Slowly they turned to see her standing there, hands on hips, and a shit eating grin on her face. Anne flushed deeply while Bob's eyes were hard and disconcerting. Quickly he searched the face, trying to conclude an immediate prognosis.
Was she vicious? Bitter? Hateful and angry? Or was there a chance her immediate anger was tainted with a quarter part jealousy? Did she have a price? Could he pay it?
His prognosis was finished and he spoke. "What are you going to do?" His voice was soft, not meek, and not overbearing, but evenly spoken with the realization that they were powerless to stop her. There was an undertone in his voice which definitely said he would pay a price for her secrecy.
Lorraine grinned wickedly. But, Bob noted quickly, it wasn't a vicious grin. He detected a trace of humor at the corners of her mouth. His first suspicions were correct.
"I want a piece of the action," Lorraine said, looking directly into Anne's face. Anne hadn't bothered to wipe her mouth and there was still a small trickle of come dripping down the left corner of her mouth. Her eyes were like that of a wounded deer, as her eyes flashed quickly from Bob to Lorraine and back to Bob again.
"Is that the price?" Bob asked, allowing the hint of a smile to break across his face.
"That's my price, starting with lunch, today!"
"Set." He looked at Anne for approval.
She pouted, looking directly into Bob's eyes, then nodded her head affirmative.
"Oh, by the way, what's your bag?" Bob shot at her as she turned to leave the office. She raised her eyebrows slightly, not out of ignorance of his meaning, but in surprise, the fact he was so hip.
"I like, or shall I say love, having someone go down on me." She stepped back into the office, and in a more confidential tone of voice said; "Screwing is groovy, sucking cock is groovy, and getting it in my buns is groovy. But to emphasize my answer to your question, my bag is having my cunt eaten. And damn good!"
Again, she smiled wickedly, a smile Bob would grow quite familiar with. She winked at Anne, and giving an exaggerated wiggle to her ass, she flounced from the office.
Bob smiled, knowing she was totally ignorant that he had already seen quite enough to know what she had underneath the short skirt she was wearing.
He smiled again. The horn of plenty had finally been tilted in his direction. He was going to drink heavily from the sweet, sweet cup.
"Well at least sucking your cock will be my department," Anne said finally.
Bob looked at her. "Coffee break is over." He grinned sheepishly.
"Trying to get rid of me?"
"You mean you're not going to show up for the luncheon date with Lorraine?"
"I've never tried making it with other people."
"Never?"
"Never, but I admit it might prove interesting. I guess I'll be there."
"See you then, Anne."
"Yes?"
"Here's a tissue." He smiled and she smiled back and blushed.
Lunch time came quickly, and Bob was as ready as hell. This was what he wanted-his own gang bang. That was what he called it. Just imagine, he thought! Me, Robert Townsend, banging two broads at the same time. What a lovely way to go. What a fantastic way to kick the bucket. With the hard-on I'll have, they'll be lucky if they can dig a hole deep enough to put me in.
"Hi stud," came a voice from the door of his office. He looked up to see Lorraine standing there with another girl. He eyed the other girl questioningly.
"Louise, you know Bob. Bob, Louise." Lorraine introduced them.
"What are you trying to do, Bob asked. "Is she in on this?"
"She has to be-" Then Lorraine went on to tell him about her telling Louise of her first suspicions, and how, upon her return, Louise had insisted on being told what had occurred. Now, she too, wanted "a piece of the action."
"You seem like you have this whole thing planned out," Bob said.
"I do," Lorraine answered.
"Well, where are we going to go to do all this fucking and sucking?"
"The stock room."
"The STOCK ROOM? You've got to be kidding. Well get caught sure as hell."
"Look, you well-hung-dong. I want my cunt licked this afternoon. Right now, as a matter-of-fact. I don't want any shit. You don't want to give me a lapping say so. But I'll have you crucified and your little cunt-eyed girlfriend too!"
Again, he was searching her face. There was no malice in her eyes, he concluded. But she meant what she said. He was positive about that.
Louise said nothing, but simply looked back and forth from Lorraine to Bob. Shit! Inwardly, she was ready for a good tongue job herself.
"Okay," Bob decided, as Anne approached the group, unaware of what had just transpired. Seeing the extra girl she looked at Bob quizzically. He answered her only with his eyes.
"Okay, I said. Lets move."
"We're going inside the stock room," Lorraine stated, shooting Anne a look that dared her to question the decision.
There was none.
They went into the stock room and they closed the door.
"Everyone will be either out to lunch, or goofing off until their lunch time comes," Lorraine said, explaining her choice of doing their thing so close to home base. Her reasoning made a lot of sense in a way, but there was more to her decision than just that, and Bob "knew" it. It was the excitement-the chance of getting caught that thrilled her.
Lorraine wasn't wasting any time. She was already pulling up her short mini-skirt, while Louise and Anne merely stood their ground looking somewhat uncomfortable.
Against one side of the wall were boxes of several different shapes and sizes, consisting mostly of stock-one kind or another. Lorraine spotted it while hooking her thumbs into her waistband.
She stepped quickly out of her panties, threw them to Bob and began to tug at one of the big boxes. Guessing her intention, Louise went over and bent over to help, revealing a good deal of thigh while doing so.
So it begins, Bob thought, feeling the bulge pressing tightly against the inside of his pants.
His eyes missed nothing as the girls succeeded in pulling the box away from the wall toward the middle of the floor. Louise took the coat which had been hanging on her arm all the time and folded it carefully, then draped it across the box.
"First, a little digitation." Lorraine said, and focused her eyes on Bob's crotch. "You want to watch?" she asked, that special grin of hers spreading across her face.
Bob said nothing and made no move, so she parted the lips of her sex, watching Bob, as he stared hard into the inner pinkness of her.
"Come on," she coaxed, spreading her labias outwardly as far as they would go. Bob walked towards her, suddenly not as sure as he was before that all this was really happening.
"I'll take the pressure off that cock, honey," Louise said. She moved towards his fly.
"Fuck all this play acting," Bob snapped, suddenly taking control of the situation. He walked to Lorraine and positioned her firmly across the box so that most of her back and shoulders were touching the floor while her ass rested on the box. He pushed his hands against her inner thighs spreading them widely.
Then he spread her cunt lips and dipped his head into her muff.
Oddly enough he didn't go straight to her hole, but instead, he aimed directly for her clitoris. Once there, he flicked his tongue against the prick-by proxy, sending titillating shivers up through her beautiful body. She wiggled her hips in delight.