Chapter 12

When Misty got back to the reception room she paused before Marie Adam, the tall redhead who occupied the blond desk. She leaned over the desk, dazzled by the spectacular body behind it.

Marie turned on a dazzling smile and Misty knew that the redhead knew that Misty was looking down the front of her dress. "How did it go in there?" the redhead asked, hooking her thumb toward Mr. Sommer's office.

Misty made a face. "Oh, he's worried about me, now that I'm a woman. I've grown up and he can't get used to the fact that men are after me. You know what I mean."

Marie nodded. "I know what you mean and, believe me, I love knowing that men are after me. It turns me on to know that I look good enough to be pursued by studs." Her green eyes dropped to Misty's breasts and crotch. "You must have them after you in bunches. You're a fine-looking young woman, Misty. Youll go a long way, if you play your cards right."

Misty opened her mouth to reply, when a door behind the receptionist opened. Out walked Mr. Blair, one of the partners in the investment firm. He was about forty with sandy hair and brown eyes, and he smoked a white pipe. Except for a little white at his temples, he looked very collegiate and very young. He stopped and broke into a smile when he saw Misty.

"Well, well, Misty. It's been a while since you've paid us a visit," he exclaimed, shaking her hand in both of his. "Dropping in on your old man?"

Misty nodded. "Something like that," she said rather sadly, although she was pleased at the warm welcome from one of the head men in the firm.

Mr. Blair raised his eyebrows. "Oh, oh, what's going on? Trouble in paradise?"

Marie looked at Misty with sad eyes. "Mr. Blair is a nice man," the receptionist said. "He knows how to listen." She turned her eyes to the partner. "Misty is having growing pains. She's a woman now and her dad doesn't want to recognize it. All us women go through it at some time in our lives."

"Ah," said Mr. Blair, "I think I understand." He gestured to Misty. "Come on inside and well talk. I'm famous for my broad shoulder when people want to cry on it."

"I'm not crying about anything," Misty snapped. "I know how to take care of myself."

"Sure you do," he replied, "but come on inside, anyhow."

He opened his door wider and Misty went ahead of him into his office. She didn't see him wink at Marie before he closed the door behind them, and she also didn't see him set the lock.

She stood in the middle of the imagine office, which was large, bright, with beautiful furniture and a couch and a bar in the comer. It was almost like an apartment, and she had to admire the good life that Mr. Blair led. She turned to look into his face. His eyes were dlrinking her in and he shook his head as he walked toward her.

"You've got a sha... a figure that's certainly grown up. No wonder your father's worried about you. If I were your old man I'd hire a squad of Marines to guard you."

She made a face as she turned her back on him, walking to the windows to look down on the city. Far below she saw the crawling traffic looking like bugs on the move, ants traveling to and from the nest. Then she made up her mind about something and she turned, again catching him looking at her ass.

"Mr. Blair?"

"Yes?" His voice trembled slightly.

"Do I look like a mature woman to you?"

He sucked on his lower lip as he pretended to ponder her question. "Very much so."

She came to him, placing her palms flat against his chest. "Then prove it to me, and to yourself."

His eyes widened. "What?"

"You heard me."

He was a tall man and she had to stretch herself against him to reach his mouth. But she kissed him on the lips and held the kiss as she allowed her breasts to press against his chest. He didn't pull away, although he didn't exactly crush her in his arms. He did place a hand at each of her hips, very gently, enough to steady her. She broke the kiss and smiled into his face.

"Come on, you're more of a man than that."

He shook his head. "This is crazy. You're Jason's little girl."

Misty stamped her foot in frustration. "Let's get a few things straight, I'm an adult who knows how to fuck. It doesn't matter that my father is in the building. I'm not anybody's little girl. And, though I didn't see you do it, I'll bet you exchanged a look with Marie when we came in here and I'll bet you locked your door behind us. Do you want me to go over and find out for myself?"

Mr. Blair was smiling at last, his pretense stripped away. "As a matter-of-fact, I've been looking at your body for a couple of years, Misty, and I think it's about time you called me Henry."

She smiled and her arms slid up around his neck. She pressed her breasts and her crotch up against him, hard, grinding back and forth. He finally gripped his hands at her back and pulled her up on her toes. They kissed hard and her tongue played across his lips until he opened his mouth. Her tongue darted inside at once and zipped along his teeth. Then his tongue was there, shoving back, playing with her own teeth and trying to move between them. She opened her mouth wider and his tongue was inside, shoving toward her throat. She bit down on it slightly and heard his gurgle of pleasure.

They broke the kiss and he leaned back, looking down at the exposed tops of her breasts. "Christ, do you have a set of knockers. I've been wanting to get my hands on them for longer than you can imagine."

"Don't make me imagine any longer," she purred, her eyes fluttering at him.

He didn't. He shoved her a foot away from him and his hands dipped into the scoop neck of her dress, fishing out both breasts so that they bobbed over the top. He stared, his eyes bugging, as the pink nipples popped erect and her breasts began to expand. He touched each nipple with a forefinger and she hissed her pleasure.

Then he lifted each breast in a palm, weighing them like a fruit stand vendor. He smiled into her face and nodded. "I was right. They're perfect."

"They're not all that's perfect around these parts," she replied. "Come on, help yourself to some goodies."

Henry Blair looked like a man who had died and gone to heaven with an eternal limitless credit card as he walked around her body. He paused behind her and his hands went to her ass. He felt her cheeks. Then he lifted the back of her short dress and gasped.

"No pants! What a delight."

She purred as he again flattened his hands on her cheeks. Then he stole into the crack and she purred some more. Oh, that felt good and she was so excited. Just think, being seduced right in her father's office. It was a marvelous joke and an exciting way to get her first sex of the day.

Now Henry was lifting her dress to her waist and she raised her arms so that he was able to work it up over her breasts and over her head. It came off, and although she knew her hair was a mess, she also knew she looked very sexy. She wore nothing but high heels, and she posed for him, a knee thrust forward and a hand on her hip.

"like me?" she said saucily. "Shit, my dear," he replied. "Does a bee like honey?'

He pulled her against him and his hands crept down over her ass, kneading the cheeks, rubbing them, dipping into the crack and sliding down almost to her crotch. She reached back to grasp his wrist. "Easy, stud. Take it easy. You don't get to the main event that quickly."

So he took his hands away and moved them to her breasts, which he cupped lovingly. He leaned down to kiss a nipple, and Misty whispered, "Suck it into your mouth, you turd, or I'll stamp on your foot with one of my heels and go right through it."

Henry didn't need any coaxing. He pulled the nipple between his lips and he nibbled gently on the pink bud. Oh, God, but Misty loved that, and she rolled her eyes, fluttering them as she stroked his hair. She wanted to sag and have him catch her in his arms, but she wanted something else more. She wanted to prove that she'd turned into a tough woman and that she could handle even a sophisticated man like Henry Blair.

So she patted him on the head and purred, "Now suck the other one."

He did so dutifully, making gentle slurping noises in the office. She was beginning to tremble because it felt so good. He had her fully turned on, but she was finished turning into jelly under men's hands. She was going to be the one to turn them into jelly for a while.

She lifted his face, kissing him on the lips.

"You know, it's not fair. I don't have a stitch on, you know. And you're fully clothed. Doesn't that strike you as unfair, Hank?"

He didn't waste any time. He unbuttoned his jacket and shucked it off. Then he loosened his necktie and ripped it away. His shirt went next. He pulled his shoes off and kicked away his socks. Then his pants dropped and, when he was wearing only his shorts, she stopped him.

"That's far enough... for now," she purred. "I think it's about time you paid some attention to my crotch. You kiss so beautifully, why don't you keep it up?"

He nodded like an eager child, and then he dropped to the carpet, his knees thudding. He wrapped his arms around her hips and pulled her against him. "God, I've been dreaming about seeing your pussy for so long," he breathed.

"Then you may kiss it hello," she purred, again stroking his hair.

He did kiss her, his mouth going into her bush. She smiled down on his half-buried face as his nose disappeared into her hairs. His lips pecked around until they found her lips. She shuddered and fought to keep her feet as he bit down gently on one of her lips. Oh, how she loved that. He was sending lightning bolts of electricity straight into her body, and they felt delicious. Her belly was churning and her breasts were filled with a sweet ache. She wanted to drop her load into his face in the worst way.

Now his face was centered over her hole and she stroked his head. "Go ahead. It won't bite back. Drink from my cup, my charming prince."

He drank deeply, his tongue coming out to lance around the rim of her lips and then to poke straight into her hole. It was like a pink and slippery prick as it plunged into her canal and wormed around until it found her little passion button. It worked back and forth across the button until Misty was close to going out of her mind.

She grabbed handfuls of hair and tugged with all her might, not giving a damn if she was hurting him. His tongue raked into her time after time until she couldn't hold it back any longer. She began to jerk, her hips doing a primitive dance as she lost control of her nerves and muscles. She shot her milk into his face, hoping she could drown him with her dripping passion.

He began to slurp noisily and she rammed her hips against his nose and mouth time after time, as daggers of passion slashed into her breasts, her belly, all through her crotch and all the way down her legs. She kept coming, wondering where all of her juices were being created. She'd given up so much milk the past few days.

She spurted on, seemingly a never-ending well of female milk, her musky odor filling the office. But, as all good things must, she finally began to run out, and her flow slowed. He kept sucking hard, obviously eager to get as much of her as he could into himself before she finally shoved his head away. He lost his balance and fell backwards to the carpet, where he lay on his back, staring up at her. Come was running down his chin.

She made a face. "Do you have a bathroom in here?"

He pointed and she went to it, and soaked a towel in hot water. She brought it back into the office and leaned down to wipe his face. Then she folded it and placed it in his "in" basket on his desk.

She stood over him, her legs spread and planted, her hands on her hips. "Well, now do you believe I'm a woman?"

He nodded, still gasping. "I told you. I've known you were a woman for some time, but I never realized how much female you really were. You're sensational, Misty."

"Thank you," she said, without warmth. She was loving this and, although she knew she was being cruel to him, she'd make it up to him later. For now, she was proving to herself that she was learning how to manage her sex, how to get as much out of it as her partners.

She pursed her lips. "Um, why don't you get Marie in here? She does fool around, doesn't she? I mean, you've gotten some ass off her in the past?"

"Yes," he said, looking down at his shorts. His stiff cock was pressing hard against his shorts and she liked that. For a change it was the man who was frustrated while Misty had gotten her satisfaction. She was curious about his prick, however, so she knelt over him and ripped open the front of his boxers.

His prick came leaping out like a horse leaving the starting gate at Belmont. It was a long and heavy tool, larger than most she'd seen. Its knob was winking at her, nodding and turning a deep pink. There wasn't a mark on his prick, not a scar, not a discoloration. Yes, Henry Blair had a very nice cock.

She pulled his shorts down, making him lift his ass from the carpet. When she'd whipped them away she touched his shaft, delighted to hear his gasp of passion and pleasure. "I guess you're ready for more action," she murmured.

He nodded as she pointed to the door. "All right. Get that six-foot sex box in here. I want her in on the fun. She's as hungry for me as you are."

Henry stared and started to say something, but she put her fingers on his mouth. "Just do it."

He scrambled to his feet, his prick waving like a fishing pole as he hurried to his desk. He picked up the phone and spoke into it. "Miss Adam, will you please come in here? The door is locked, but I don't want to go to the door, so please use your key. Thank you." He hung up the phone after speaking to his receptionist as crisply as though he were asking her to take a letter. He turned to Misty and they stared at each other. In a few seconds the door opened and they turned to look.

Marie Adam was in the entrance, but she didn't stare at their naked bodies more than a second. Instead she turned and closed the door at once, locking it. Then she was smiling at them, green fire flashing from her eyes.

"I imagined as much, so I got Katy to fill in for me at the desk. After all, we don't know how long I'll be in here, do we?" Her voice purred over them like that of a tabby cat, rich, low, filled with sexual overtones.

As they stared at her, Marie slowly began to get out of her clothing. She wore a shimmering green dress that she unbuttoned and stepped out of. Then she was pulling down her pantyhose as she kicked off her high heels. She wore pants which she also discarded at once, revealing her spectacular body to them in all its glory.

Marie was a real Amazon, a freckled Amazon with a ruddy redhead's complexion. She had heavy hard breasts which rode high on her body, flaring hips that looked strong enough to beat down any sex partner, and legs that seemed never to end. She was a woman to match anybody who wanted to mess around. She posed for them, letting them drink her in. Then her eyebrows came up in a question.

"Well, what's the drill, kids?"

Misty giggled with pleasure. "Hank just ate me until I went off. He's hot and bothered. And now you're here. That's as far as we've gotten."

"Not a bad start," Marie murmured as she came to them. She reached for Misty's wrist, pulling her around. Then she cupped her face in her hands as she kissed her full on the mouth, hard, using her height to lean down into Misty and make her raise her face to receive the kiss.

They broke it and Misty staggered. Lord, but this was a hell of a woman. She smiled as she pointed to the carpet. The redhead got the message, immediately falling to her knees. She beckoned and Misty came down with her. Then the three of them were on the floor together.

Misty reached for Hank's prick, grasping it and beginning to stroke the thing. As she did so Marie lifted one of Misty's breasts, testing it for size, weight and quality. It seemed to check out all right, because the next thing she did was to kiss it.

Misty purred as she leaned down to kiss one of Marie's plump breasts. Oh, it tasted of perfume. She loved women who put perfume on their knockers. She let herself tarry long enough to kiss the other nipple, and Marie stroked her golden head. Then Henry was groping, placing a hand on each pussy and squeezing their lips together.

Both women gasped as one as he began shoving his fingers up into their snatches, poking as deeply as he could to milk them of their juices. Soon they were a confused but efficient tangle of arms and legs, each doing its thing as they worked as a team.

Misty felt herself starting to go off all over again. Her pussy was trying to turn itself inside out. She kissed Marie and the redhead bit her tongue hard as Misty felt convulsions zip through the great freckled body. Then she felt the final hardening of Henry's cock. His tool stiffened and expanded under her hand. A second later he was leaping up and hurling Misty to her back.

He threw himself over her and his prick immediately plunged into her pussy, all the way, to the hilt. As he came into her, his hot sauce spilling out the sides, Misty reached for Marie, milking her with her fingers until the redhead was getting her rocks off.

It was all so beautiful. Misty laughed aloud as everyone came together. She knew that she'd grown up to love sex, to give it and to receive it. Her father would have to be made to know that she was a mature woman now.

Misty smiled a secret smile. She figured she knew how to make that happen.