Chapter 5
Bill James sat behind his desk, wondering what the hell Connie was doing at that minute, wondering if she was still mad at him, if by now she might not be ready to take him back. For the hundredth time, he picked up the phone to call her. For the hundredth time, he put it down, unable to dial, not wanting to know, afraid that he already knew the answer to his question. Connie was not the kind of woman to take infidelity lightly. She was the kind of woman who, once deceived, would never trust him, maybe never even speak to him again.
He groaned. He felt like shit warmed over. After being chased out of his own house the previous night, he hadn't gone straight to the bed of one of his many swinging girl friends as his wife had expected. He was way too exhausted, physically and emotionally to go out hunting for more pussy. Instead, he went straight to the nearest motel, which happened to be a godawful firetrap on a busy main street. The bed was lumpy, the room was ice cold, and the lights from passing cars outside swept through the place every few seconds, but those weren't the real reasons why Bill couldn't sleep.
He knew that he'd really screwed up this time. He felt so low, so slimy that he couldn't stand it. As he lay there in that much-humped upon bed, he wallowed in guilt and self-loathing. He had crushed the only beautiful thing in his life, his marriage. Just when his wife was beginning to respond to him in the way he'd always dreamed she might, he dumped on her, on himself. Bill didn't have to stay in that motel; he could've gotten up and gone to another at any time. But he did stay there, as a punishment for what he'd done.
And he was still paying for his crime the next morning. Though he'd shaved in his office bathroom and washed his face, he still felt gritty and soiled. He wished to hell that he'd had the foresight to grab a clean shirt and undershorts before he left home. His skin was all crawly and he knew that he had to do something about it. He jabbed his inter-office intercom and said, "Miss Perkins, will you please come in my office for a moment?"
The door to the outer office opened almost at once and the pert, efficient executive secretary walked in. Miss Perkins was in her early twenties, sharp as a tack and right out of business college. She wore her lustrous, shoulder-length brown hair pulled straight back, tight to her head, in a bun. Though she had obvious talent and brains, Bill had picked her as his secretary primarily for her looks. She was a small girl, but with a perfect, hourglass figure and a coolly beautiful face that could've belonged to a high fashion model. She was wearing a well-tailored suit in pinstriped gray and stacked heel shoes with a strap about the ankles. That strap made her legs look even slimmer, sexier. Her wide, sensual mouth was painted in a brown-red lipstick as were her pointed fingernails.
"Yes, Mr. James?" she said, expectantly.
Bill had picked her for her looks, but he'd never even so much as tried to touch her, not once in the year and a half that she'd worked for him. Having a beautiful young secretary was a kind of status symbol in the corporation. Not that he hadn't been tempted to put the make on her many times. But, each time, his fear of being exposed, talked about at the water cooler and in the employee cafeteria kept him from acting. Miss Perkins, on the other hand, ever the faithful Girl Friday, made it perfectly clear that whatever he wanted her for, she was willing.
"Look, Sue," he said, tiredly. "I had a damned awful night last night and I don't think I can make it through the rest of the day without a little help."
Sue gave him a concerned look and moved closer to his desk. "What can I do, sir?" she said.
"I want you to go out right now and buy me a dress shirt," he said. "Size 16 neck, 33 inch sleeves, in pale blue . . . and a pair of matching boxer shorts."
Sue blinked at him, her big brown eyes huge. Then she caught herself and once again she was all business. She dropped her gaze to her steno pad and scribbled down his order.
"Anything else, sir?" she said, when she'd finished.
"Sue, I need about the strongest pot of coffee you can make," he told her. "I mean, mud. Understand?"
She nodded. "Right away, Mr. James," she said.
"First, the clothes, then the coffee," he instructed her.
"Of course," she said. She turned to leave, then paused and turned back. There was a look of total compassion on her face. "I don't want to pry, sir," she said. "But you're having trouble at home, aren't you?"
Bill frowned. "I guess the whole company knows, don't they? I should've shaved before I came in. When I saw that damned elevator man look at me funny, I knew he was going to blab it all over."
"That's what everyone would've thought," she said, a brave smile turning up the corners of her mouth, "if I hadn't passed the word around that your wife was ill and that you were up all night tending to her."
Bill beamed at her. "Sue, you are a real prize," he said. "I mean that."
"Thank you, sir," she said, showing him her cute dimples.
When she smiled like that, she looked about sixteen, like a high school girl playing grown up.
"I figured I'd better warn you," she said, "in case someone asked you how she was doing."
"Good thinking," he said, pushing back in his chair.
Miss Perkins brisked out of the office and closed the door. Bill sat there, the afterimage of her tight, round bottom burned into his brain. He had a sudden, lewd thought. . . that now that his marriage was down the toilet there was nothing stopping him from hitting up on his secretary. He stifled the thought and snatched the phone up from its cradle. He couldn't bear the uncertainty any longer. He had to find out if there was any hope for Connie and him.
He dialed the number, his heart thudding agonizingly under his chin. The phone rang and rang and rang. Finally, he hung up. Connie had to be home. And even if she wasn't, the carpenters were supposed to be there. Wrong number, he told himself. He must've dialed the wrong number. He dialed again, more carefully, and to his dismay the same thing happened: no answer.
He dropped the phone back down and slumped back. No answer worse than a definite answer from her. At least a "go to hell" from her would've put an end to things. This way, he had to wonder if she was not answering the phone on purpose because she knew it was him calling, or if maybe she was out of the house, if maybe, she'd left right after he did, to go to her sister's place. If she wasn't home this morning, he reasoned, she couldn't have let the carpenters in, which explained why no one picked up the phone.
There was nothing to do but keep on trying and he did, every five or ten minutes. He filled in the in-between time by shuffling the paperwork on his desk, making a feeble stab a doing his job. He was on call number seven when Miss Perkins knocked on his door, then entered without waiting for him to respond.
"Wow, you really did that fast," he said, putting down the phone.
"I double-parked in front of the men's store," she said, her cheeks slightly flushed from her hurrying. A wisp of her silky brown hair had come loose from the bun and hung down along the clean, soft line of her jaw. "Actually, it was kind of fun, if you want to know the truth. I sure hope that these things fit."
He took the parcel and opened it. "Fine, Sue, just fine," he told her. She absolutely beamed back at him. "Now, I think I could use that super-strong coffee."
"Right away," she said, marching out of the office, her tight little bottom swishing.
After she shut the door, Bill considered immediately putting on the shirt and shorts, but decided to make on more stab at calling Connie. He let the phone ring fifteen times before he hung up. He looked down at the crisp, clean blue shirt and the matching boxer shorts. At least he would get out of his sticky, day-old clothes, he thought, undoing his necktie and stripping out of his shirt.
He didn't take the new shirt out of the package, but continued undressing, dropping his trousers and then stepping out of them, picking them up and folding them on his desk. He had just pulled his underwear down and was bending over to free them from his feet when the office door opened again. He just froze there, totally nude but for his shoes and socks.
"I made the pot triple strength," Miss Perkins said as she backed into the office, using her shoulder to open the door as her hands were occupied with holding the tray that held the coffee pot and cup. It was only when she'd turned, kicking the door closed, that she realized her blunder.
"Oh, my goodness! Oh, I'm so sorry!" she said. She made no move to leave the room, but stood there, as frozen in place as he was, her big brown eyes darting over the hairy expanse of his manly chest, over the huge, flaccid length of his penis, the pendulous bag of his fur-fringed scrotum.
Bill straightened up. His momentary flush of embarrassment was gone. It vanished the second he realized that she wasn't sorry, that she was enjoying the show. The look in her eyes told him that, the feral, animalish look of feminine lust as she took in his long, limp cock, his hairy loins. If she wanted a show, he would damn well give her one!
"Come here, Sue," he said. "Come over here and put the tray down."
If Sue Perkins had wanted to leave, had wanted to get away, now was the time, now before the hairy, naked man had gone any further. But she didn't want to leave. She wanted to stay, to explore the long-suppressed passion she'd felt for her boss, her commander.
"Dammit, you heard me!" he snapped, pointing a finger at the desk, indicating where he wanted the tray placed. As she moved to obey him, meek, mild, her face brightening with shameful color, he knew that he was going to fuck her, that fucking her there in the office was the only thing that was going to soothe his pain.
Sue put the tray down and stood there, not moving back, not moving forward, her eyes downcast, still staring at his massive soft cock, his shiny, wart-sprinkled scrotum.
He grinned at her blushing cheeks, at the uncertainty that flickered across her pretty face. Then he reached down and wrapped his thick, hairy fingers about the flaccid shaft of his penis, lifting it from where it sagged against his thigh, pointing the velvety snout up at her. Slowly, he began to pump on his cock, to work the loose outer sheath of skin forwards and back, to stretch and urge his sleeping giant awake.
"Oh, my God," she moaned softly, her eyes bulging as she watched him masturbate, as she watched his limp cock begin to pulse, to throb, to stiffen into jutting, virile hardness. "God! It's so big, so beautiful! Bill, I never dreamed . . . "
"like it, huh?" he said, smirking at her, his hand fondly stroking the heavy foreskin of his immense erection. He didn't really need to ask, the breathless, wildly, lustful look on her face told him everything. "I bet you did dream about it, too."
"What?" she said, blinking rapidly.
"I bet you dreamed about this big old cock every night," he told her, working his hand harder, faster, making the loose outer skin bunch up behind the suddenly flaring, blood-thickened head. "I bet you dreamed about me stuffing it up that tight little pussy of yours."
"Oh," she said, as if he'd punched her in the stomach. Her cheeks were touched with rose pink and her breathing was ragged, irregular. The sight of him toying so viciously with his long, thick cock was tearing her apart.
"You'd like that right now, wouldn't you?" he said, letting go of his penis. The luridly erect staff stuck up from his hair-matted loins like a great, ruddy cobra, swaying back and forth above the fat, semen choked orbs of his testicles.
"God!" she whined, softly, her hand jumping up to cover her mouth.
"Strip down, Miss Perkins," he told her. "Strip all the way down. I like to see what I'm getting."
like an automaton, she obeyed him, shrugging out of the suit jacket and skirt. For a moment, she stood there, clad only in a see-through, tricot brassiere, peach-colored half slip and panties. He was surprised to see how big her breasts were and how narrow her waist was. She was some kind of piece! She unhooked her brassiere and let it slip from the firm, jutting cones of her breasts. Her nipples were already crinkled up, sticking out from the peaks of her snowy cones like pencil erasers. Then, she pushed down the slip and panties and stood before him completely naked.
"Sonofabitch!" he swore, his eyes greedily licking over the secretary's luscious young body. She had a deliciously beautiful belly, flat and seductive and it tapered to a perfect pair of hips, sveltely flaring but without an extra ounce of fat, and a soft fleecy brown pubic vee that was so light and fluffy that it looked like down.
As he leered at her, his hand automatically went back to his cock, back to pumping it. Still blushing, she let her legs flare open suddenly, letting them come completely apart, as she showed him the pink, petulant, nearly hairless slit of her tight little pussy.
"Closer," he growled. "Come closer."
She did so, her lush breasts jiggling slightly, nuzzling together as she moved. Without pausing, Bill rammed his hairy hand between her quivering thighs, clutching at the fervently heated mound of flesh that was her naked cunt.
"Oh! Ohh!! " she gasped as his single, stiffened finger slithered hotly along the tight-lipped slit of her pussy, as the soft pliant folds of her cunt flowered eagerly like the first buds of spring on a hot day, nakedly opening and offering her boss complete and unquestioned access to the sweet secret pleasures of her wanton young pussy.
The halves of her cunt spread vulnerably apart like the sections of a sweet Danish pastry as his finger hotly probed the clasping depths of her cuntal wetness.
"Bill, oh, Bill," she crooned, grabbing at his thick wrist, pulling his hand harder against her naked pussy. "It feels so good!"
It felt good to Bill, too. She was tight as a high school virgin. He had a hell of a time getting his finger in and out of her narrow passage at first, but then, with the heat of her growing arousal, slick, warm juices began to flow from the depths of her belly, lubricating the way for his hard-driving finger. And as he worked his finger over the fat pink pearl of her clitoris, her legs began to scissor open and shut against his hand, to scissor in an obscene motion of naked incitement. He knew she wanted him, wanted him so badly she could hardly stand it!
He kissed her tenderly on the lips, contemplating fucking her right then, brutally and without mercy, fucking her until those long, slender legs of hers turned to jelly, until she screamed and squealed until her voice went hoarse. He contemplated it, but he didn't do it; there was something else he wanted first.
I Ie pushed her back a little and took his hand from her pussy, pulling his cock down so the broad, bulbous head pointed right up at her face. "How about a little suck, Sue?" he said. "I know you've been dreaming about that, too."
She blushed marvelously as he touched a naked nerve. "No, I couldn't, I mean, I never have . . . " she said.
"I'll teach you," he said, grabbing hold of the back of her neck and pulling her face down towards his lap, down towards his lewdly erect cock. He pressed the purplish, plum-shaped head of his cock against her soft lips, moistening them with the white, oozing fluid that seeped from its slit.
"Open your mouth, Sue," he coaxed her. "Open your lips and lick it a little. You'll love it. I promise, you'll love it."
Sue gulped back her shame, closed her eyes and opened her lips wide enough for him to slip the bloated head of his cock over her bottom teeth, through the softly quivering ring of her lips. She shuddered violently as she felt the heaviness, the heat of it pressing down on her tongue and out on the insides of her cheeks.
"That's it, that's it, now just work that hot little tongue of yours around some, swirl it. Ohhhhh, yeah. That's it! Faster, now! Suck a little harder!"
Sue gulped again and again and did as he told her, horribly humiliated by what he was demanding of her, but afraid to try and turn back now that she'd come this far. She sucked and swallowed again and again around the hotly pulsing bulb and as she did, she could feel his manly arousal growing. The flow of his pre-cum grew heavier, thicker and when he pressed his open palms against the sides of her head, trapping it, she feared that he was going to finish it that way, that he was going to shoot his molten cum down her throat.
"Keep on! Don't stop sucking! Just keep on sucking and swallowing!" he groaned, starting to fuck into her obscenely ovaled lips with long, deep, gagging strokes that bumped chokingly against the back of her mouth. Down past his cock, he could see the twin jiggling mounds of her breasts, her nipples hard and hot from her excitement, from the thrills she was getting from his penis. He was very pleased with her performance so far. If this was her first time at giving head, she was a natural born cocksucker!
Suddenly, Bill let out a loud grunt and his hips bucked lewdly forward, jamming the blood-engorged tip of his cock against her throat. Waves of pleasure rippled up his madly flexing penis, waves of pleasure followed by waves of hot, steamy cum. It surged into her open throat in a white-hot torrent.
Sue gagged and coughed on the incredibly thick and nasty fluid of his ejaculation, but he held her head so firmly between his hands that she could do nothing but gulp it all down; it was either that or strangle to death on it!
"Drink it down!! " he cried. "Get it all!! "
Tears brimming in her eyes, tears of shame, of humiliation, she obeyed, nursing frantically on the pulsing penis, fighting to stay ahead of the steady gushing. Finally, the head stopped throbbing against her lips and tongue and it slipped moistly from her mouth, leaving a big gob of semen hanging from her bruised lower lip.
"Lick your lips," he said, leering at her.
The secretary swept her tongue over her mouth, licking up the gooey blob and swallowing it down. No longer was she afraid of what he had to give her. She wanted it all. Her head reeled from the nasty, cloying taste of his sperm, from the sweaty, musky smell of his loins. She staggered back against the edge of the desk, gripping it for support.
Without a word, Bill gripped her about the waist and hoisted her up, planting her naked buttocks on his desk.
"Ooooof!" she exclaimed as she came down hard, her long, sexy legs splaying wide.
Before she could recover, Bill was putting his hands to the insides of her knees, spreading her thighs even further apart, lowering his head between them.
"Bill!" she wailed. "No, please! Please, it's dirty to do that! Please, please don't!! "
He ignored her protests and pressed his face to her open crotch, his lips brushing electrifyingly over each warm, moist folds of her pink pussy. He gave her the kind of fervent soul kiss that sent rippling chills of animalish excitement racing along her naked spine.
"Oh! Ohh!! ! " she whimpered, her eyes opening wide.
His lips worked frantically into the squirming moist flesh of her vagina until his tongue sensed the throbbing pearl-like node of her clitoris, the seat of all her pleasure. Feverishly, like a dog burrowing his snout into a warm meal, he nosed and tongued his way between her widely splayed thighs, his tongue hotly caressing the throbbing, nerve-filled bud of her clitoris as she spasmed with frenzied desires beneath his skillful kisses, wildly aroused as he hotly laved the naked moist slit of her pussy. He wallowed in the fresh, sweet taste, the pungent, slightly funky aroma of the wet furrow under his face.
There on the desktop, her lithe young body shivered and writhed uncontrollably as his tongue squirmed peeper and deeper into her pussy crevice. A thin line of droplets already rimmed the ragged pink folds of her pussy and he could taste their perfume-like delicateness with his laving tongue tip as he plunged it into the undulating folds of her cunt and deeply speared it into the clasping confines of her vaginal sheath.
Sue moaned as though he were beating her, but under the hoarse pleading, the shrill mewls for mercy, he could sense her true emotion . . . wild, abandoned lust.
Suddenly, Bill lifted his head from between her wildly thrashing thighs, pulling his tongue from her wet pussy with a nasty, sloppy slurp.
"Oh!" she moaned, looking down over her heaving tummy, down as he put his hand to his cock, to the long, hard thickness of his erection, the purplish head throbbing as his lust-heated blood surged through it. His balls were enormously swollen and dangled between his legs, bloated with the volume of pent-up sperm they held.
"You're going to get it, now, Miss Perkins," he said, thickly, crawling up between her trim smooth legs, up on the desk, pushing her thighs up and back until the hardness of her knees crushed down hurtfully into the sweetly jiggling mounds of her breasts. She was nakedly exposed to him now, all of the secrets of her feminine genitals vulnerably open and unguarded. I le could see the beads of dew-like moistness lining the soft, trembling slit and further down, under the mouth of her vagina, he could see the hairless, tightly puckered lips of her anus, tautly gripped in fear and shame.
Sue turned her head to the side, ashamed to look at his face because of the lewd vulnerability of her position. But when he urged his loins forward, pushing the lust-swollen tip of his cock into her wet furrow, sliding it over the nerve-filled bud of her clitoris, insinuating its broad, hard head into the pink, hair-rimmed cleft of her pussy, she jerked her face back and stared, gasping into his luridly grinning countenance.
"You're going to get all of it," he promised her, reaching down between their bellies and gripping the hugely erect thickness of his cock and pushing it up between the rubbery pink lips of her pussy. He could feel the soft, hair-lined folds flower with expectant passion, and the wispy, dank curls of her pubic fleece teased his cock and the hot, hard orbs of his balls. He eased his cock into her a little and groaned aloud as he felt the hot wet walls of her pussy open and then close hungrily around the purplish bloated head of his cock.
"Oh!" she gasped, her eyeballs rolling up in her head so only the whites showed as the monstrous engine surged up into her eager young cunt.
Bill was relentless. He rammed himself into her with a single, cruel thrust that sent inch after inch of hard, swollen cock boring ruthlessly into her quivering belly.
"Ohh! Owww! Please!! Not so quick!! It hurts!! " she wailed.
He was deaf to her cries. He smiled obscenely as the walls of her cunt clamped heatedly over the turgid pole of his cock, gripping him like a hot velvet fist. The sight of her flinching, wincing as he shoved his penis deep into her upturned pussy was incredibly satisfying to him. Grunting like an animal in heat, he began hunching hard into her, trying to hurt her more, wanting to inflict more pain on her. His thrusts were intentionally hurtful and deep and with every backward movement of his lust-hardened erection, he pulled his cock almost completely out of the clinging pink grip of her pussy, leaving just the thick, bulbous head inside her cuntal lips until, with vicious ferocity, he would push forward again, skewering her painful and bringing a new cry of anguish and shame to her throat. He pushed aside the delicate, moist pussy flesh inside her tightly clinging cunt in huge rippling waves until his pelvis collided with an obscene smacking noise against the warm, wet upturned flesh of her crotch.
It was all Sue could do to hold on for dear life. His balls were slapping into the smooth hairless cleft of her nether cheeks, beating a lewd tattoo on her madly winking anus. The savage, insistent sluicing of his huge penis through the liquid grip of her cunt was becoming was arousing, so exciting that she feared her loins would burst into flames with the frenzied passion of her boss' delicious fucking. Every deep-thrusting, pleasure-giving stroke of his massive erection brought her that much closer to the pinnacle of her long-sought climax.
Then she could feel it coming, bearing down on her like a runaway freight. She knew that this would be the "big one," the kind of gut-wrenching orgasm that all women pray for and few ever obtain. Her knees were nearly doubled and her breasts flattened beneath them. Flickering tingles of pleasure exploded from the crushed, bud-like tips of her nipples as the backs of her thighs ground down onto them, rubbing them into wickedly hard erection. She could feel them pulsing with desire as Bill's weight pushed her legs over them in time with the deep thrusting lunges of his massive cock. Her cunt tightened suddenly as the end drew closer, gripping his steely-boner like a Vaseline filled rubber glove. The two of them ground together animalishly, panting and groaning and sweating until their bodies slipped against one another wetly.
Bill thrust into her with an inhumanly cruel lunge that bored right through her belly and seemed about to burst from her throat. She was helplessly impaled, writhing like a pig on a lance, squirming and twisting under him in the long hard thickness of his glistening cock.
Suddenly, she began to moan and shriek, her throat vibrating as she humped up at his deep-thrusting cock. She gurgled deep in her lungs as her cunt flowered hotly around his cock, a gushing torrent of her love juices bathing his long stiff erection with warm, slithery fluid.
He groaned as his cock dipped again and again into the seething depths of her sloshing wet cunt, and he knew that it would only be seconds before his naked young brunette climaxed about his hard-thrusting pole of manly virility.
'Oh! OH!! Yes!! OH, YESSS!! " she bawled, her feet kicking high over head, her belly rippling with the joy of orgasm.
It was all Bill could do to stay on top of her the way she was bucking and humping up from the desk. He crushed his fingers into the softness of her butt-cheeks and kept right on fucking until his whole crotch exploded, until his penis began to pump and throb frantically. He let out a sigh of relief as he felt the seething rush of his boiling sperm jet up the inside of his cock and burst from the knobby head in powerful spurts.
Sue screamed shamelessly as she felt the first waves of his white hot cum slosh wantonly down the sperm-starved sheath of her pussy and into the writhing depths of her belly. She screamed and continued to cum, her pussy milking the thick, viscous seed from his pulsing balls.
As he pumped out the last, delicious flickers of his own climax, teasing the joy from his draining testicles, Bill knew that everything was going to be all right, that even if he lost Connie, he could always have Sue, have her any time, anyway he wanted her.