Chapter 3
When Paul drove down the street towards the Santiago Realty parking lot with Benecia curled up on the seat next to him, he was praying that Merl's big white Cadillac would be gone. No such luck! And to make matters worse, he wasn't the only one working late that night, either. There was a low, sleek, caramel-colored Porsche Targa parked next to it. The Targa belonged to Nathan Greeves, the company's hotshot salesman.
"Are you sure this is the right place for us to do this?" he asked, stopping his leased Lincoln ten feet short of the driveway.
"If you don't get me inside quick, Paul," she purred hotly into the nape of his neck, "I'm going to r-r-r-rape you right here in the front seat!"
Paul gunned the big Lincoln and roared into the brightly lit parking lot. It wasn't all that big of a lot, maybe twenty-five marked spaces in front of the realty building, a modern, one-story faced with volcanic rock and lots of glass.
"Come on," she said, slipping out of the car on the passenger side, "we'll go to my office for our little conference."
Paul followed her through the double glass doors into the starkly modern reception room. Just as they rounded the reception desk, Nathan Greeves came bustling out of the hallway that led to the building's offices. He was obviously through for the night as he had his suede car coat and brief casein his hand. He was a good-looking guy and, for all his success in the high pressure business of real estate, he was amazingly easy going on the surface. But Paul knew that no one got to be Number One boy at
Santiago by being Mr. Nice Guy.
"Are you two working late, too?" he said, giving Benecia a quick once over, then leering at Paul.
"Paul sold his first property for Santiago today," she said, adding snottily, "the old Frazier place."
"Really?" said the man, his winning smile cracking a bit around the edges.
"You remember it, don't you, Nathan?" she went on. "That was the house you insisted was overpriced for the market and would never sell. Paul, here, got the full asking price."
"Hey! Welcome to the team!" he said, offering his hand in congratulations. "I mean it, Paul. We could use a dozen more guys like you."
Though Paul shook the man's hand and traded grins with him, he had the distinct feeling that he'd just made a mortal enemy.
"We've still got some paperwork to do on it. Come on, Paul," she said, stepping into the hallway.
"Watch that paperwork, man," Nathan said, giving him a wink and a nudge of his elbow. "That's the stuff that can kill you."
Paul winced and nodded and hurried after the black-haired woman. He caught up with her outside her office door. He couldn't help but look down the hall to the next doorway and the crack of light visible under the closed door. It was Merl's office. And Merl was in there, of that there was no doubt. As Paul stood there, he heard the phone ring in Merl's office. It rang twice, then stopped when the boss answered it.
"Come on, Paul, don't keep me waiting," Benecia said, taking him by the hand and pulling him into her plush office.
Merl Santiago answered his intercom phone with an abrupt "What is it?! " But when he realized who the caller was and what the purpose of the call was for, his broad face lit up in an obscene grin. It was Nathan Greeves, his best boy, calling from the reception desk, letting him know that his lovely wife was up to some late night hanky-panky with the new guy in the company. He thanked Greeves and hung up, pushing away from his massive walnut desk. The plan that he had formulated a week before was beginning to go into motion and he could hardly contain his excitement. He walked over to the garish cubist painting hanging on the wall he shared with Benecia and pulled at the right side of the frame. The whole picture swung away from the wall on secret hinges, revealing a large, two-way mirror. He stared directly into Benecia's office, his meaty hands opening and closing reflexively at his sides.
Go on! Go on, you hot little slut, do it to him, he muttered, as he unzipped his fly. Fuck the hell out of the stupid jerk!
Paul watched breathlessly as the sexy woman began to undress. First, she unbuttoned her blouse for him teasingly, loosening the top buttons slowly to urge him on. But she quickly tired of the game herself, and tore open the bottom half of her blouse, throwing back the lapels, baring her deliciously curvaceous breasts to him.
"Jesus!" he croaked, gazing at the pink-tipped perfection of her nipples, little crinkly rings in the dead center of her resilient mounds. He started to reach out for them but she motioned him back. He froze there, slack-jawed, his lust-swollen cock pitching a lewd tent in the front of his pants, as she turned to face the mirror.
A strange smile crossed her face as she looked at herself in the reflection, almost as if she were seeing through the glass, seeing something humorous on the other side. She unzipped her skirt in back and let it slip down over her roundly curving hips, down over her slender, ivory thighs to her feet.
Paul groaned when he saw how scantily clad she had been under her demure skirt. The panties she wore were nothing but a small triangular patch of black satin with a black velvet string for a waistband. The panties covered nothing really except the lips of her vagina and the deep crack between her buttocks. He could see the round full moons of her ass, the fat hummock of her pussy, and on either side of the narrow crotch band, sprouting sparse curls of black pubic hair that looked even darker against the milk-white skin of her inner thighs and buttocks.
Benecia leaned back against the edge of her desk, parting her thighs widely, slipping her hand, palm down, over her right breast, then down over her sleek tummy, sliding her long-nailed fingertips under the flimsy panty waistband.
Paul could see the outline of her fingers against the thin material, he could see them moving over the flesh of her pussy. She was playing with herself! His cock flexed powerfully in his pants, as if it were trying to rip right through the fabric to get out, to get at that hot mound.
"Not bad, huh, Paul?" she crooned to him, her long-lashed eyes half-closed, her toes with their painted nails digging into the thick nap of the carpet, as she openly toyed with her vagina.
"Jesus!" he moaned.
"I'll bet you want to look at it, don't you, Paul?" she said. Before the man could answer, she untied a small knot at her hip and pulled the scanty panties off in one piece.
He leered down at her open fork, at the hot pink lips of her vagina, at the bearded moistness that rimmed them. Even as he stared, she parted her legs even wider, causing the tempting folds of her pussy to flower into eager openness. Man, was she ever a cock-hungry piece! She was just aching for it...aching for a long, hard hunk of prick between her legs. As he started to move towards her again, she stopped him as she had before.
"No, Paul," she said, smiling at him sexily, "You strip, too. I like to see what I'm getting."
If it was a free show she wanted, that's what he was going to give her. He knew that his well-hung equipment was nothing to be ashamed of and it would be worth it just to see the look on her face when she got a look at it all hard and stiff!
"OK, any way you want it, honey," he said, starting to undress. He removed his sport coat, then his tie. When he took off his dress shirt and exposed the well-muscled strength of his tanned chest, he heard her give a little sigh of delight. She made the same sound again as he removed his trousers and jockey shorts, as the arching length of his rigid cock flipped up free, slapping against the skin of his stomach, then dropping to the perpendicular, jutting out of his nest of pubic hair like a furious tree limb.
"Mmmmmm...nice, Paul," she breathed deeply, extending one hand to lovingly caress the long, thick flesh of his penis. It throbbed under her gentle, practiced touch and swelled into full, throbbing erection...a man-sized hardness any guy would be proud of.
She touched it cautiously with her other hand, extending her arms across her full, tantalizing breasts; her two hands encircled the thick, turgid pole of his erection and she stroked it lovingly, working the fleshy skin back and forth between her palms as his prick swelled into even more virile hardness.
"Glad you like it," he said with a smirk, his hands on his naked hips, his pelvis stuck out slightly, and his cock warmly cradled in the married woman's grip.
"Oooooh, yes! Yes, I do!" she moaned, moving her hands faster up and down the lust-swollen shaft.
Paul gently pushed her back, forcing her to lie on her back on the leather top of her executive desk, sliding his hands over her incredibly smooth and supple flesh, over her jutting breasts, over the round domes of her buttocks.
She was hot and she trembled against him, her eyes closed as she breathed anxiously, her lips seeking his as he climbed up on the desk beside her, shoving the in-out basket, and the ornamental pen holder off onto the floor. He kissed her and she responded like a high school tramp out for a drive-in gang bang...her mouth opened around his and her lips ground into his teeth as her tongue searched furtively down his throat.
Her hand shook with rising excitement as she reached down between their reclining bodies and firmly gripped the one thing she needed most...his long, hard dick!
Paul moaned from the wantonly exquisite pressure of her fingers around the thick, blood-engorged length of his cock and he kissed her fervently, answering her hungry soul kiss with one of his own. He felt wildly excited. The simple act of kissing hadn't aroused him so in years. Perhaps it was her smooth, squeezing hand on his prick that made the difference!
Suddenly, he knew just how badly he needed her, just how badly he wanted to fuck his boss' gorgeous wife. Though he had a wife of his own, a wife just as sexy, just as pretty as this hot cunt...and maybe prettier...nothing seemed to matter except that he shove his hard cock into her. Kathy would have to understand...she'd have to grow up...and if she didn't, to hell with her!
The naked woman beside him eagerly squirmed her sweet smelling feminine body frantically against the lean, hard muscles of his body. Her wriggling pelvis, flat and smooth from exercise and expensive spas, ground against his and he could feel her rising heat, like a consuming fever, burning in her loins.
Her thighs parted as she lay on her side facing him and his hard cock shot up between them as if it had a built-in homing device...eagerly in search of the warm, moist slit of her pussy that lay nestled between those soft, trembling thighs. Her arms went around him and she gripped him desperately, breathing in short, shallow gasps as her nails marked his strong back...her thighs opened shamelessly wide and she closed them around his hips as he rolled effortlessly onto her naked ivory beauty.
"Mmmmmmmm, Paul...you're so big and hard! God, I can't wait a second longer, darling! Stick that big thing in me! Stick it up my cunt!" she gasped, hissing with frenzied passions that burned hotly in her belly and threatened to consume her with their rabid ferocity...unless she had his cock inside her! Unless she could quench the ardent lust-flames with the gushing bliss of his virile semen!
Her soft hands seemed to be everywhere at once, hotly searching his hard muscled nakedness like it was the first man she had seen...or touched. She touched him all over, feeling the ridges of his muscles, brushing the hairy patches of his legs and chest, and anxiously squeezing the firm, sinewy cheeks of his buttocks. His cock probed deeply between her thighs, the bulbous pulsing head pressing incitingly against the moistly puckered lips of her pussy.
She squirmed under his weight like an anxious schoolgirl about to get laid for the first time, her back arching in surprising strength. Wantonly, she wriggled her hand between their bodies and spread apart the pliant pink folds of her pussy to give him total access to her hotly steaming slit.
"Hurry, Paul! I can't stand it! I need your cock sooooo bad!" she mewled in a hoarse whisper, kissing him again and again, leaving passionate welts of naked arousal across his back as her fingernails roughly clawed him in her rising furious desire.
He squeezed the soft fleshiness of her large breasts, rubbing his palm over the wrinkly hard peaks of her nipples until her thighs opened wider still, her loins wriggling upward until she had the head of his cock luridly between the softly splayed lips of her vagina.
"God, that's good!" he moaned, his cock trembling from the tickling fingers of a thousand curly pubic hairs around its sensitive, lust-bloated head.
She groaned balefully. She couldn't stand the waiting a second longer! Her legs opened until Paul wondered if she wasn't double jointed, her ankles suddenly locked around his hips as her feet pounded barefoot frustrations on his naked back.
"Oooooh, Paul! Come on! Fuck me! Fuck me before I die!" she gasped, her voice cracking from her horrible hunger. Her lips trembled as she spoke and her eyelids fluttered as if she were losing consciousness.
Damn! Paul thought, madly. She's about to come and I haven't even fucked her yet!
Paul wanted nothing more than to sink his aching, burning pole of flesh between her thighs and fuck her silly, but she was even quicker than he was in going for his jutting, blood-pulsing cock...she grabbed it and worked it with a squeal of anxious pleasure between the pliantly moist folds of her ravenous pussy, pushing the bulbous knob of his cock through the fleecy black softness of her pubic curls and into the wetly clasping grip of her cunt.
"Aaahhhhh...it's going in me! I can feel it there in my pussy! God, it's even bigger than it looked! Mmmmmm, push it in, Paul! Push it hard!" she begged, her eyes half-open as she looked desperately up at him.
He entered her with a single, deep-thrusting stroke...a powerful lunge that sank his cock into her upturned pussy to the hilt. Like a stallion mounting a whimpering mare in heat...he surged into her like a fist into soft, sweet butter.
"Ooohhhhh! Yessss!" she whined animalishly, hissing up at him through clenched white teeth as the taut, rubbery grip of her cunt pulled him wantonly into the liquid depths of her belly.
Paul gasped at the ravenous pressure of her surprisingly tight pussy...the walls closed around the thrusting shaft of his hardened penis like a warm, moist fist. He closed his eyes and savored the exquisite pain of her incredible cuntal grip...she was like a nineteen-year-old virgin!
Deep into her very insides his lust-stiffened erection probed rapaciously; her delicious tightness was so remarkable that he nearly cried out from the strength of her grip. She was one of that rare breed of female with absolute control down there where it mattered.
His pain quickly subsided in the gushing flood of her pussy juices, a veritable torrent of moistly heated lubrication that oozed around the thick, pistoning length of his cock and made his entry a lingering moment of pure, unbridled bliss.
She gurgled and grunted with every thrust of his long, stiff prick; her buttocks were upturned beneath his weight and he could see the rippling aftershocks of his deep-thrusting fucking as the flesh of her breasts and thighs and buttocks shivered with the power of their adulterous lovemaking.
She was in pain, he could tell, that rapturous, secret pain that only women ever know, the agonizing, delicious pain of being fucked. Paul enjoyed with a trace of sadistic relish his ability to hurt this beautiful, powerful bitch so easily...all it took was an extra-hard thrust of his blood-thickened cock, the vicious flick deep inside her and she was like soft putty in his arms. He could do anything to her, hurt her, make her scream...and she was powerless to answer with any pain of her own. That he was giving it to her, fucking into her so greedily and her husband was sitting at his office desk not fifteen feet away gave Paul the chills something terrible.
His breath was coming deeply and hurriedly as he pushed down hard with all his virile strength and she met him with surprising vigor, pushing up against him with such anxious furor that they both nearly toppled from the desk top. She grunted and moaned with demoniacal frenzy, like a woman possessed of the devil, himself!
If there was a devil in Benecia Santiago's life, he stood in the adjoining room, stood watching her lewd antics through the one-way mirror, an obscene grin playing across his face.
Go on, Benecia, my darling, Merl muttered, don't hold back! Show him your whole, lovely repertoire.
The big man had his fist closed around the fleshy length of his soft cock and as he viewed his own wife locked in a carnal embrace with one of his hirelings, he began to slowly, rhythmically pump it up and down. He chuckled to himself as he felt it begin to stiffen and grow, the heavy bulbous head visibly pulsing, throbbing in response to his practiced touch. He enjoyed watching his gorgeous wife put out to strangers, of that there was no doubt. What gave him the thrill was not just the physical act, the sight of his loved one receiving the lusty stabs of another man's penis, but also the fact that he was the one who commanded her to do it. Like most wealthy and powerful men, Merl Santiago relished the exercise of his authority; he liked to make people jump and jerk like puppets under his control. If the puppet was luscious and sexy like his wife, so much the better! The more she groveled, the more she degraded herself to the man he had ordered her to make love to, the more he enjoyed it. Every whimper, every wild, frantic toss of her svelte hips, was an offering to him, a token of her slavish devotion.
As his cock surged to full, straining erection, he licked his thick, sensual lips in eager anticipation. He had waited long enough. It was finally time for him to act, to get the ball rolling. He backed up, keeping his eyes on the juicy thrusting, the manic thrashing of the lewdly inter-twined couple on the desk-top. He reached back and took his phone from its cradle, placing it down on his desk, then, without looking back, jabbed the button for an outside line, his other hand flying vigorously up and down the rigid length of his cock. He glanced back quickly to punch out the number, then turned back to the mirror and the madly rutting adulterers.
At the other end of the line, the phone rang.