Chapter 8
Laura hummed softly as she absently sifted through her closet. Bob would be back in Dustin in a week. In spite of the memories the city held for her, she was looking forward to living in Houston again. She smiled at the images of the trip. She had learned a great deal about herself. Her appetite for sex had been a surprise that pleased her greatly. She didn't regret a single moment of her experience, and it looked like there was more to come. She had learned how to take advantage of the sex drive she now had.
Her appearance had changed even more. The weight she had gained had filled her body out to tantalizing, generous curves. That lust body was now tanned a golden brown over every square inch of soft flesh. Her black hair tumbled about her shoulders in big, bouncy waves. No longer was she the mousey widow Shea, but a tanned, black-maned sexpot. Her landlady hadn't recognized her at all!
The ringing of the telephone brought her out of her musing. "Hello." "Mrs. Shea?" "Yes."
"This is Sharon Farrell. You probably don't remember me. I was your husband's secretary."
Memories from what had become a dim past flooded through Laura. "Of course I remember you, Sharon. What can I do for you?"
"It's what I can do for you, Mrs. Shea."
"What do you mean?"
"George Craven and Arthur Wallace tricked you out of a third of your husband's business."
"What are you saying?"
"Among the papers you signed after his death was one that turned over your legal interest in the company to them. The insurance was designed so that you would have a full third of everything."
A cold anger began building in Laura. Sharon Farrell was still talking: "By the time I found out what they had done, you had left town and nobody knew where you were. It took me this long to track you down."
"I'll have to get a lawyer," Laura said.
"It won't do any good. It would just be your word against theirs, and besides, you did sign over your control."
She's right, thought Laura. Taking them to court would be a waste of time. But the bastards weren't going to get away with this, not with the new Laura Shea!
"Well, at least I know about it now, and I promise you that they'll pay for it, Sharon. Thanks for calling me."
"If there's anything I can do to help, just let me know," Sharon said. "I'd like to see the lecherous old goats get theirs."
A glimmer of an idea popped into Laura's head. "Did you say lecherous?"
"Yes. They've forced me into submitting to their sexual perversions many times now. You see, I had an affair with a man, but that was so long ago. That bastard held it over me, though, and I couldn't do anything else but submit." Sharon let out a sob. "I love my husband, and I'd do anything to protect what we have, even do that to keep him from knowing I once had an affair."
"Don't worry, Sharon. I'll take care of everything," Laura said solemnly.
Two days later, Laura stopped in front of the plant office and checked her reflection in the plate glass window. The big hat and dark glasses would keep George from recognizing her. The low-cut, white sundress made her skin look even darker. Her nipples peaked the thin material, and would be impossible to ignore. She pushed the door open.
Laura smiled at Sharon as she spoke into the intercom. "Mr. Cravens, Mrs. Miller is here."
"Send her right in," George's voice boomed from the small box.
Laura walked into the room, taking in all the plush new furnishings in her husband's old office, and the expansive form of George Cravens walking around from behind his desk.
She sat in the deep chair in front of the desk.
"What can we do for you?"
George was leaning against the desk just a couple of feet away, and she could feel his eyes roaming over her body, pausing at her perky tits. She pulled her purse deeper into her lap. The short skirt slid up, exposing a generous length of brown skin. She pretended to be unaware of it.
"My late husband left me two hundred thousand dollars that I'd like to invest, and I have heard that your company is growing fast."
His eyes were burning along her exposed thigh.
He coughed.
"I'm sorry about your husband. I think we can work something out," he smiled.
Laura forced herself to smile back at him. "I'd be willing to sign over complete control of the money if the arrangements are satisfactory."
"How can I make them so?"
She could see the bulge growing in his pants. She arched her back slightly to push her tits out even more. He was almost staring at them.
"If you and your partner will bring the company's financial records to my hotel room this evening, I'm sure we can settle it."
"We'll be glad to. Just name the time."
He escorted her to the door. "We'll be there. Goodbye."
"Goodbye."
She walked across the reception room, feeling his eyes on her swaying hips. Things were going well! * * * Laura tied the single ribbon of the negligee at her throat. The black gown was just transparent enough to reveal her body as a dark shape under it. The black half-bra and bikini panties were almost invisible.
She walked through the suite. The cameras and microphones were hidden and ready. The lights were dim, a fire crackled in the small fireplace and a half-empty wine bottle sat on the low coffee table in front of the couch.
Soft chimes called her and she walked toward the door, reminding herself that she had to act a little tipsy.
The door swung open and she saw the eyes of the two men widen as they ogled her.
"Oh! I forgot you were coming. Do come in, gentlemen," she said, slurring the words slightly.
They followed her into the room.
"We have the records, Mrs. Miller," George croaked.
Laura waved a casual arm in the air.
"Please call me Sara. Mrs. Miller sounds so stuffy and formal. Let's sit on the couch and you can show me all the figures."
She plopped in the middle, forcing one of them to sit on either side of her. George sat on her right, and Arthur on her left. The meek-looking accountant spread some papers out on the table. # Laura sat back and sipped on her glass of wine, listening to first one and then the other drone on about cost figures, raw materials, contract negotiations, detail upon detail. She pretended to be almost drunkenly dazed, but she was well aware that whichever man wasn't pointing something out and talking, was very busily devouring her with his eyes. Through lowered lids, she could see that each of them was sporting a considerable erection.
Suddenly, she leaned forward and placed the glass on the papers.
"Enough! Enough business. Jus' not in the mood for it."
Both men seemed surprised. She laid on the slurred speech thicker.
"Jus' nice to be in the company of men again. Been a long, lonesome year."
"I imagine it has been rough," Arthur said.
She let one hand fall on his thigh. "Oh, ya jus' can't know, Art. My husban' was such a strong and active man. If ya catch my meanin'."
"Uh, I think I know what you mean," he gulped.
She looked directly at his bulging crotch and smiled. "Yeah, I see ya do. Goodness, it looks bigger than my poor husban's."
Laura turned toward Arthur and the gown twisted open, exposing her completely from the breasts down. She heard George groan behind her. She deliberately and slowly ran her hand up Arthur's cloth-clad thigh, looking straight into his flushed, sweaty face. Her soft fingers closed on the swelling in his groin and gently squeezed.
"How nice," she breathed. "It is bigger."
"Migod!" Arthur gasped.
She felt George's pudgy hand on her thigh. She kept her grip on Arthur's throbbing cock and turned to George. Without hesitation, she grasped the big mound between his legs.
"Ummm! Yours too!" she giggled. George seemed to be having trouble breathing. His mouth worked like a fish out of water. His hot hand slid up her thigh.
"You are some kinda woman," he sighed. "You two big-cocked fellas are my kinda men," she smiled.
Arthur's smaller hand fell on her other thigh. She slumped down and opened her legs. She closed her eyes and sighed deeply, waiting.
She didn't have to wait long. George's thick fingers bounced on the tight nylon covering the curving mound of her pussy, rubbing up and down. Arthur's lips and tongue swooped down on the soft tit flesh that bulged up from her bra. She kneaded each hard cock, applying firm pressure and then letting up. George's hot breath struck her ear, then his puffy lips nibbled the lobe and drifted down her neck.
She let them have their way, knowing that they were well past the point of self control. She moaned slightly, but it wasn't all fake. She had to admit to herself that the attention her body was getting was turning her on just a little bit. She squirmed against the prodding fingers and massaged the throbbing pricks harder. It was time to take control of the situation.
She pushed both of them away from her and stood up, unsteadily. "I can't take any more of this. You fellas have gotten me hotter than I can stand. My starved little cunt is all upset and twitchy. Ya gotta take care of the poor thing. C'mon with me."
"Anywhere!" George grunted as he heaved his large frame up from the couch.
Laura led them into the bedroom. She pushed them down into a sitting position on the bed.
"Now, ya jus' sit there and Sara will give ya a little show."
She stepped back a couple of feet and reached for the ribbon at her throat. The gown floated away. She stood still, feeling their hot eyes taking in all of her body, traveling up and down. George was licking his dry lips. Arthur tugged at his tie, trying to loosen it with trembling fingers.
She reached behind her and unclasped the black bra. She threw it aside, making her freed tits sway from side to side. She placed both hands over the prominent mound between her thighs and smiled at the two men.
"Would ya like to see my little cunny?" she cooed.
"Goddamn! Yess!" George hissed.
Laura placed her palms on her hips and slowly began to roll the thin material down. She stopped when the black thatch of pubic hair was half-exposed. She pulled the material away from her body and jammed one hand inside, rolling it against her warming pussy. She licked her lips and gazed through lowered lids at the panting men.
"I bet you nasty men would love to do more than jus' look at my honeypot, wouldn't ya?"
"Hell yes!" Arthur groaned.
Laura began moving her hips from side to side, keeping her hidden hand moving. "Would ya like to eat my hot pussy?"
"Just give me the chance!" George bellowed and stood up.
"Betcha'd like to fuck it too," she sighed.
Arthur stood up. A vein was throbbing in his pale forehead. "All night long!" he screeched.
"Okay, but first ya gotta get naked like Sara is," she said huskily.
The two men began tearing at their clothes. Coats, shirts and shorts flew all over the room. Laura watched them, smiling to herself. She noticed that both men had good-sized cocks. She was going to get satisfaction along with her revenge. She quickly rolled the panties down and stepped out of them. George and Arthur were now naked.
She spread her legs a little and ran her fingertips down over her belly. She pulled the swollen lips of her cunt apart, exposing the wet, pink flesh inside.
"C'mere, George and kiss my pussy," she ordered.
George groaned and fell to his knees in front of her. She shuddered when his thick lips suctioned onto her tender cunt and his warm tongue slithered into her moist channel. He might be a bastard, but he knew how to eat a girl out.
She smiled at Arthur. "Get aroun' behind me and lick my asshole, stud! Don't jus' stand there with your cock hangin' out!"
Laura smiled as she felt Arthur's nose burrow between her soft buttocks, then his wet tongue flicking madly at her anus. Now she had them but good, and it felt good to have the two oral digits working away at her hot body.
Arthur's hands came up around her ribs and toyed with the turgid nipples swaying at the tips of her heavy breasts. George's tongue was snaking in and out of her steaming cunt like a trip hammer.
It was time, while she still had herself under control.
"Awright! George, get on your back on the bed. Art, jus' keep your nose up my ass, sweety," she ordered.
She followed the bear-like George onto the bed and Arthur followed her on his knees, never losing contact with his tongue.
She got on her knees at the edge of the bed, keeping her ass up in the air, open to Arthur's slavering tongue. She bent over George's paunch and grasped his throbbing upstanding cock. She massaged the tender skin up and down.
"Ummm! Such a nice, big cock! It's gonna feel so good crammed up my little cunt. Are ya ready for that, George? Are ya ready for my hot pussy to slide down your hard pole?"
"Oh, shit, Sara! Just get on it and let me fuck you!" George moaned.
She looked back over her shoulder. Arthur's head was bobbing between the wide-spread cheeks of her ass, his tongue darting in and out of her rubbery asshole. "Okay, hold it, Art. Jus' wait a minute." Laura quickly straddled George's hips, never loosening her grip on his pulsating cock. She sank down till the bulbous head grazed her lust-swollen cunt. She eased the sensitive plum back and forth between the hairy folds of blood-engorged flesh.
"Ya wanna fuck me, George? Tell me what ya wanna do, lover!"
"Goddamn! Sit on it! I wanta fuck you till your eyes pop out and my balls ache from coming!"
A split second after the last word left his mouth, she sat down hard. The iron-hard column speared up and up, into the liquid warmth of the depths of her cuntal tunnel. She moaned in spite of the high degree of control she had on her emotions. It just felt too good, filling her belly, throbbing and jerking deep inside of her.
"Hellfire! I never felt such a tight, hot pussy in my whole fuckin' life!" George groaned.
His hips lifted her off of the bed, bouncing her, his cock head banging against her womb, lighting the fires of her lust. She began moving with him, timing her downward thrusts to meet his upcoming pelvis. Their pubic bones collided with each slamming impact. Her red-hot clit was being mashed with each stroke. She had to get it over with soon. Revenge was quickly fading from her mind under the pounding her cunt was taking.
She glanced at Arthur, who was standing beside the bed, his hand holding his stiff rod.
"C'mon, Art! Stick your cock up my ass! I love it up there!" she moaned.
His voice was hoarse. "I've never done that before."
"You'll like it, and so will I. Just get with it and shove that hard prick up my asshole!"
She felt him mounting the bed behind her. George was still thrusting up at her. Each stroke was pulverizing her swampy cunt. He was panting at a frenzied pace. She felt Arthur's prick stabbing blindly at her rear. She fell down on George's chest, making her ass more accessible.
"Run your fingers aroun' my pussy and smear some of that hot juice on the head of your cock, Art. That will help it go in easy," she said huskily.
She felt his fingers obey her.
"You are one hot little bitch, Sara Miller!" Arthur moaned.
"Quit talking and fuck her!" George growled.
Laura barely succeeded in stifling the groan of abandon that welled up when she felt the rubbery hardness of Arthur's cock plow into her rectum. With the first stroke, it was buried to the hilt, his balls resting against the pillow-soft cheeks of her ass.
Her fingers dug into George's shoulders and she cried out, only half-pretending being crazed by lust.
"Oh! Such big . . . hard . . . cocks! Fuck me! FUCK ME TO DEATH!"
Both men pounded at her willing body, bouncing her between their thrusting like a limp rag doll.
"Keerist! Your cunt ... is milking my cock like it had . . . fingers!" George shouted.
Arthur could only grunt his satisfaction. He was too involved in trying to keep his strokes in counter-time to George's violent jabbing.
Laura moaned and sighed as loudly as she could. She moved her lower body in every possible direction, twisting and bending the cocks that were ramming in and out of her sweating body. It had to be soon. George's ramrod was jerking like mad.
"Come, come come! Shoot your hot load in my twat! Give me all of it!" she screamed.
The surging shaft in her quivering pussy erupted into geysers of warm showers that flooded her clasping cunt and trickled down the jerking pole. Arthur plunged in and out of her convulsing asshole for a few more seconds and then she felt his cock throbbing. Another second and her bowels were bathed in spurts of hot come that gushed again and again. In spite of her self control, her own orgasm was triggered and she let it wash over her, enjoying the ripples of pleasure. She went limp