Chapter 5
Jeremy Daniels, President of Energies Unlimited, sat at luncheon in the intimate luxury of his inner office. Beside him in the candlelit alcove off the main executive suite was Mrs. Arthur Pringle.
"I find it a great restorer of energy to take a lazy noon break," he commented when Pamela admired the sensuous nightclub atmosphere he had created in the alcove. "Get my mind off business for an hour or two of soft light, a slow nap and away I go for the next six hour rat race."
Inwardly she shuddered. Jeremy was no older than Arthur. It was this man who was the whip, who kept all junior execs in fear of no promotion, or worse, dismissal from Energies Unlimited if they didn't serve Daniels with every waking hour.
He had begged her to come to his office to get Arthur's papers and personal effects and to have luncheon together. Pamela, with Ronald waiting in the outer office, could think of no one she needed to see less than Jeremy Daniels. To her, he was Arthur's executioner.
But as they sat together on a cream-soft leather love seat, Jeremy apologizing that the regular dining chairs were in reupholstery, she got a hunch. The President of Energies Unlimited was married to a beautiful wife. His self-imposed demands as president allowed him to see her no more than biweekly. She suppressed the venom on her tongue at his confession. It was the subtle pressure of his arm and his thigh as they sat close in the alcove intimacy that determined her to dare an experiment.
"It must be a very difficult thing for you to have so much drive and have to spend it all on the affairs of Energies Unlimited." Under the glass top dining table she could see a bulge crawling along Jeremy's pin-stripe trousers.
"It is," he admitted solemnly, sounding like Eric Sevareid opining on the fall of Dow Jones. "But I'm doing it for the men and their families, I tell myself. And for my family's future."
It was time to dare. "But what about your welfare now, Jeremy?"
Her hand dropped idly from the edge of the table and lay limp beside his leg. She didn't even know it was there, he thought. So close to his suddenly charging cock!
Jeremy Daniels knew he shouldn't, but he took her hand, patted it paternally and dropped it on his thigh. Here was the widow of less than a month of his good friend, Arthur. She was in his office on a mission of respect to her departed husband. She also was a very influential stockholder now; could almost have his job! Arthur Pringle had cleverly grabbed every asset he could while living. Out of the corner of his eye, Jeremy saw the startling decolletage. Arthur had left behind some fantastic assets!
Good God, if he could only adjust his underwear! The damned erection was creeping right beside her hand now.
"I want to see your lab and all the other things here when I come back," Pamela said nonchalantly. A tiny quivering warmth was nudging her fingers under the pinstripe. Sixth sense was in focus. Jeremy was ready!
She made the movement of her fingers seem unconscious as she talked. Her fingertips brushed across the broad pulsing knob and she felt the convulsive leap of the eager organ. Jeremy was trapped and vulnerable.
"I just love the study of energy myself, Jeremy." Her fingers moved with quiet purpose now. "It seems to me to be a terrible thing to waste."
He coughed and reached for the glass of sherry, apologizing, buying a last moment of control of the situation. The scene was clear to the organized Jeremy Daniels. A distraught young widow ... an accidental collision of her hand with his uncontrollable penis. But it wasn't an accident. He had put it there. For one split second he took his eye from the sherry glass.
"Oh, dear!" Pamela grabbed for her napkin to try to stop the wine spilling over the table edge. "It got on you, too!"
Good reason why Jeremy Daniels had made president of Energies Unlimited at age thirty-nine. He thought fast. Capitalized on disaster. He could turn defensive into offensive power and this, he decided, was a time to do just that.
"Your beautiful dress!" He stared at the wet streaks on her mourning black street dress with the non-mourning decolletage. "Is that black colorfast?"
Pamela sponged the last trickle from the table edge and wondered how to get back to the almost seduction of Jeremy. It had become an important impulse to possess him and the sherry had spoiled the start. "I think it's colorfast," she smiled at the odd question. "Why?"
"Never let it be said Energies Unlimited hasn't an answer." He reached to the panel closet directly behind their love seat and found the bottle. "Remember Energine, the old cleaning fluid? Used to put a bigger stain in place. Well, here is Energy Unlrmited's answer to old fashioned ways. Brush lightly with soft cloth over the affected part," he chuckled nervously as he read the directions on the Energesto Cleaning Fluid label and handed her his napkin.
"Wet the enclosed chamois with Energesto and rub over the stain. Presto-it will go!"
She was silent as she brushed the napkin over the bodice of her silk dress, letting him drink in her boob beauty while she looked down.
"Oh, I'd be afraid," she protested when he unscrewed the top and held the bottle of Energesto to her to take. "I'm such an unhandy person. I'll just make it worse and it's a new dress. You do it."
Jeremy was torn with the dilemma, but ready to dare. "If madam will allow me then," he dampened the tiny chamois. "I will demonstrate."
She had hoped he would. "Please do." She straightened on the soft leather seat, drawing back her shoulders and smoothing the area of her bodice where the sherry had spilled. Directly over her right breast!
He leaned to stroke the chamois over the dark silk covering the jutting boob and his hand visibly shook. He caught sight of his crotch through the glass top. of the table. Surely she saw what she felt just before the wine spilled. Now, rubbing the cleaner on the surface of her tantalizing mourning dress had driven him to totally crazed hard-on.
"See how? You rub the napkin lightly to remove the excess Energesto."
"You, Jeremy. Do it all. I'll only spoil it." Pamela was delighted she had worn the cutout bra under the mourning black. It was her secret rebellion against mourning a man who had run himself into the grave. Now the secret was out. A stiff point showed very visibly against the black silk satin.
It was a seducer's dream. She was ripe and very ready, even if she didn't know herself how ready she was. To Jeremy Daniels it was everything he could hope for. She never would permit total sexual intercourse and that was perfect. He didn't have the slightest desire to embarrass himself with one more teasing woman in the whole of his lifetime. Maude had mocked his tiny size and queer phallic construction and if he was odd to his wife, he would be worse to this sensationally stacked widow witch, Pamela Pringle.
For years the hectic career at Energies and his own private kicks with the opposite sex had kept Jeremy from Maude's bedroom taunts. He had his own way of finding fun, getting his own wild stimulation while making an other woman happy, then taking care of himself later with masturbation.
His hand paused at the top of the slope of the breast swelling and he looked intently across the dramatic curve of the black. He touched the point of the cherry very lightly. "I think something else needs help," he murmured. "It must be hard without him."
Pamela caught his hand as it covered the nipple and pressed it tight in welcome. Seconds later he was under the silk and caressing the naked cherry. Her head went back against the soft leather cushion and silver platinum hair tumbled low across her shoulders as he strummed and massaged both breasts.
"May I?"
She did nothing to stop him as his fingers found the zipper at the side. The silk slithered from her shoulder and he bent thirstily to the cutout, puckering to the fiercely tumid nipple, while he prowled under her shoulder blades for the bra snaps.
"Beautiful!" he praised when the bra fell away to bare the superb thrust of ivory globes with pink nearly transparent nipples. "May I touch them?"
He was ah artist with his tongue and Pamela felt the artistry hurrying her toward a surprising climax. No man ever had brought her on by kissing her breasts while doing nothing else. It was the nothing else that caught and kept her from coming. For some reason, Jeremy hadn't touched the real center of her longing. She'd make him. With consummate skill, she affected a shuddering arrest to his breast play, then wilted back against the cushion.
"Thank you," she breathed softly. "I feel so different around you, Jeremy. And after all these years of hating you for being the boss who made Arthur run."
"Have to run in this rat race," he grunted, needing a way to end their luncheon, to get off by himself while the feel of her breasts was still warm on his lips and fingertips.
"I've changed my mind," she said, grabbing the Energesto bottle from the table. "I want to try to fix those rotten wine marks on your pin-stripe pants. It'll ruin them."
"S'all right! Don't bother," protested a surprised Daniels.
"Jeremy, you are strange." She moistened the chamois and watched him squirm against the love seat, obviously wanting her not to. "You showed me how to use it. Now I get to practice on you."
No answer to that. He watched the delicate femininity of her hand clutching the tiny chamois brush across the long wet spot in the center of his gray pants. She was very gentle as she rubbed the Energesto lightly along the stained area, casually stroking the length of the bulge and on down toward his knee.
Very slowly it dawned on Jeremy he had simply added to his own torture. The Energesto cleaner had a mild astringent alcohol base, already sending crazy pinpricks through his underwear and into his privates. Bad enough to be bothered; now he was more than bothered. He was on fire!
"We're both of us strange," she murmured, feeling the barrel of his erection through the fabric and dropping the chamois to the floor. "I want to see what this awful swelling in here is all about." Her fingers found the fly and his hand covered hers in final desperation.
"Don't!" The appeal burst from his lips but she ignored it as she forced the zipper down under the hand that tried to prevent it
"Goodness me, Jeremy Daniels! You are in a state!"
"Strange, you said. Right? Well, that's why I keep it out of sight!" His face was fire-red with self disgust.
She stared at the curious construction of the rampaging erection. It was short and squabbish, its thick dark mushroom-shaped cap grotesque on the four-inch barrel. AH at once awareness stormed her. She knew! The President of Energies Unlimited was terribly ashamed of his unusual genital construction. He probably had always been the butt of teasing. That, if any of it was true, was an outrage to Pamela. Not because she was so desperately in want of real sex play, but because any man in any way excited by her was beautiful. He was paying her the finest compliment he could imagine and to mock his love tool was criminal.
"That is absolutely darling!" She shoved against the table and it slid lightly away from the love seat on smooth casters. He watched her squirm out of her mourning dress and saw with fascination that she wore the scantiest of underpanties.
A sorrowing widow had entered his office two hours earlier. Now a dazzling, wildly stacked, near nude was on her feet strolling purposefully to the opposite side of the alcove. It was a fantastic turn.
"I used to hear office gossip about this room. They tell me there's a button somewhere." Her female succulence was all he could see and he made no attempt to answer her. Momentarily ignoring him, she stood over against the walnut paneling, fingering the wall for the hidden bed button. Jeremy began to masturbate feverishly and openly.
"There! It's true!" Pamela danced aside as the wall bed spilled from its. flush mounting. "Jeremy Daniels, you stop that!" She flung herself at the foot of the love seat and grabbed his pumping arm. "I want you to use that precious thing in a better way for a very lonely lady." Her eyes stared calmly into his. "I am a lady, no matter what you think."
"I think only that about you."
He couldn't believe it was happening. Her fingers were sure and determined and her breath warm against his chest as she stripped open his shirt, then drew pants and shorts and socks from his body.
The move to the bed was not easy for Jeremy. All the protection of president of his company, even the protection of clothing was ripped away and he was naked before the woman. The first he had cared about impressing in a long time. Too late, he let himself be tumbled into the sheets and felt her first tight and insistent on the short barrel of his prick.
"Not much there. Damned inconspicuous, I'm afraid."
"Shhhh!" In sensuous, unplanned choreography, she writhed between his legs, both hands cupped to the fiercely erected phallus. It was short but electrifying in its intense need. The great cap which had been a brilliant crimson when she first exposed it, was purpling to a dark hue from the pumping blood. She stroked lightly to get the feel of his excitement
"The damned cleaner," groaned Jeremy, his shyness about size evaporating to the want he saw in Pam's eyes.
She loved it. "Stings crazy! Better pour some more wine on it to cool it!"
"I know a better way than that," she cooed, puckering to the glans and licking an agonized semen drop from the eyelet of the cock.
She licked juicily around the corona ring, bathing the crown and then the entire shaft in her warm saliva. A sweet balm seeped through Jeremy's loins to her slurping ministrations. He could see the feverish glint in her eyes as she coiled across his thighs and twisted her head to let him watch her suck and to give him full view of her nude and glorious front.
"Play with me while I keep on cooling your beautiful hard-on!" She drove a hand under her lace panties into the center of her opened thighs and her fingering left no doubt where she wanted the play.
It was out of this world maddening. A passion-driven Daniels slipped one, then two fingers through trembling cunt lips. Her mouth spread fully around the fat cone of his cock and her thighs trapped his fingers. Licking was no longer enough for the first woman ever to openly praise his prick. For fifteen years Maude had been saying the opposite. He watched the thirsty wonderful lips of the woman he had long envied as Arthur's property, now driven wild by his. The clasping heat of her cunt frenzy clamped on his indriven fingers and he knew he was wanted for more. He forced the moment of truth away.
His probing fingertips thrust deeper into her love pit and her answering passion was to milk and siphon furiously to get him to let go the ejaculation.
"Yahhhhh!" It surged up the column of steely cock, cannonading in a rain shower of semen into her throat.
A wild vision of woman glory outspread before his orgasm-blurring eyes. She was in climax herself, driven there by his gentle, wild fingers crazing her vagina as his own crest swept him. She was outspread female fantasia! Marvelous jutting breasts, thrusting away from her straining torso, wanting to be played with but for the moment unattended. Wide, writhing hips inflamed to urgent striving by the fingers, jammed into her cunt. But above all, that strikingly beautiful face upturned to his so he could see her thrill with the cock erupting between her lips.
Long seconds after he had stopped coming, she still was nursing the dark prick cap, murmuring indistinguishable sounds as she held it trapped in her mouth. Her eyes danced happily and she shook her head in protest when he tried to withdraw. Long platinum blonde hair curled across the action, almost obscuring her face and covering his cock in tantalizing sexy lightness.
It was a dream come true. A female was finally wild about his cock! He fingered the lovely silver hair and cautiously parted the long locks to expose just two things-his cock and her mouth. She knew what he wanted to watch and she puckered full, sensuous lips to new fellatio. All he could see was his club-like hard-on cramming into a carmine oval. Like copulation! He was fucking her face!
His hips moved irresistibly to the urgency her sucking created and as he stared at the sweet, spongy lips, spreading, clasping, pulling, it was like watching cunt lips clutching his erection.
"Oh, dear God! You must! You must!" She spewed the erection from her mouth. Dripping with saliva and the residue of his first ejaculation, it was harder than ever, trembling with want to be finished. But another oral finish was not for Pamela.
"Take me, damn it!" She writhed across his legs and over beside him on the bed. "You know what I need, Jeremy ... NOW!"
He flung himself across her, head swimming with the collision of her want with his hang-up. Years of steeling himself from Maude's mocking had driven him to find new ways to relieve the intensity of his want. One of the twists he had come to love with a secretary who taught it to him, was panty fucking. Her way to service the boss and be faithful to her hubby, she had told Jeremy quite practically.
Here in devastating blonde loveliness was Pamela's outrageously stacked nudity, his to possess any way he wanted. Suddenly he reverted to the kinky panty twist in him. Pam, still clad in the teeny black lace elastic, felt his fingers claw at the edge of her panties and pull. Tear them off, her passion begged, and for a second it seemed he would.
Then the hot swollen knob of his cock was jamming through the edge of elastic, shoving impudently across the flat plateau of her tummy ... caught under the snug panty band. Incredible! She wriggled to where she could see what he was doing and gaped in disbelief. Hovered atop her, weight supported on his palms, he was beginning to pump himself against the trap of the panties. Only the fat dark cap was caught and he thrust to and fro, grinding against the hungry vee beneath, sending desire shocks through to her vagina below, but no satisfaction.
His squeal of orgasm broke from his lips and she felt the warm spray of his coming drench her pubes. Then he was done. He thought!
When she felt his body start to shift, she knew it was Jeremy's personal notion of second best sex. Where he had learned to love that cop-out from real coitus could only be blamed on problems of real love at home. Somewhere he had learned to settle for alternatives to intercourse.
"Don't leave!" Her hands clung to his waist and he sagged against her.
"Take off my panties!" she hissed it as a command, not a plea.
"Look, I...." His face was bathed in perspiration and, impatient, she grabbed a corner of the black lace and shredded the thin material. Now both were naked, his undiminished cock against her vulva.
"Take me for real." She wormed her lower body against the thick bar of flesh. "I want that beautiful penis of yours inside me." She measured each syllable slowly, choreographing her pubic thrusts to the demand.
Jeremy Daniels was drawn into the palpitating cunt tunnel with no will of his own in the decision. There was a savage urgency as her pussy cleft closed on the cock crown. He literally screamed to the sensation whirlpooling around his trapped cap and his eyes were dilated with panic as he gaped down at Pamela's watching eyes.
She felt the agony-of a man nearly as desexed as Ronald by the burden of a miserable life. He had sublimated for so long, he was no longer sure he could perform the basic act. It was the shame and the terror of the most powerful man in Energies Unlimited that his own sex energies might be worse than limited. Pamela felt the fear.
Her sleekly turned thighs coiled in a shapely scissors around his hips and she urged herself against the barely inserted cock. "You don't know how wonderful!" She squirmed against the unmoving erection and felt it reflex and drive deeper. "It is an absolutely perfect size, Jeremy. I know we shouldn't, but I ... I have to have it!"
He saw the passion in her expression and the moisture at the corners of her eyes. She was widow in want. Even with a fortune, she was starving-for him! For what he had that was different. Be damned to size and shape, he was driving Pamela Pringle fuck crazy out of her skull!
Their bodies molded together on the bed and for the first time in forever, he felt the spasms of a vagina whipped with orgasm. A predatory kind of clasping of the cunt walls claiming all he had for her tunnel of passion, wanting to take everything he had and devour it in the rapture writhing of end-on-end climaxing. She was unhinged female, wriggling on the tip of his pin and Daniels loved it. His whole being was on fire for her and the cry of exultation broke hoarsely from his lips as his ejaculation flew.
In the office just beyond the executive suite, Janice Moore heard the distant sound, paused at her typewriter and glanced surreptitiously at the waiting Ronald. She tried to focus again on the letter she was composing.
"Dear Mr. Daniels:
I am afraid I must tender my resignation because of my husband's work...."
She heard the faraway cry again and a tremor traveled down her spine. That was a man in orgasm! It could only be HIM! For three years of daily seduction effort Mrs. Andrew Moore had tried to get Jeremy Daniels past his panty hang-up. It took her two years before that to lure him out into the open from sneak frigging at his desk While she took dictation.
A flood of images flooded her thoughts. The sex play between them had been building beautifully, till Jeremy suddenly leveled off at the game of panty fucking from behind. He was always so damned self-conscious about his organ size. Wouldn't believe Janice loved it.
Six months of almost daily ejaculations across her buttocks and no satisfaction for her had finally torn it with Janice. Husband Andrew was dull; she'd need a new boss and a much more daring one than Jeremy Daniel.
... then this unexpected cry of rapture from his office....
How did that beautiful widow of the dead Senior Veep Pringle manage to seduce Jeremy in one hour?
And what were they doing that made him cry out? Not once, but twice! To be heard, even only barely, but through soundproof walls, was unthinkable. Mr. Careful-in-Command never let go such a sound, except ejaculating over Janice!
She took her compact from her desk and touched up casually, studying the waiting Ron in the tiny mirror. Safe. He was reading.
As if on a mission, she strode into the small file room separating her from Jeremy's office. Years of office eavesdropping had made it no problem to hear or to see all when Jeremy was entertaining some VIP she was attracted to.
Ronald DeWitt watched the provocatively clad personal secretary to the company president disappear from sight. Buried in pretend preoccupation with a business weekly, he had missed nothing. The lovely "hair, the breasts, the legs ... the cute flip of miniskirt as she strutted from file cabinet to typing desk to coffee corner to bring him a cup. Mentally it was a sizzling turn on. But all he got physically was that same bubbling in the loins he'd been getting ever since Pamela Pringle had set him free of years of impotence. But the arousal to hard was still only that around Pamela and what good was that?
He sighed and tossed the magazine on the coffee table, wondering about the sound that had come from the recesses of Daniel's office. Ridiculous, but it had sounded like, a guy getting it off. No way. Not with Pamela alone in there and knowing the rules of the game for the twenty million. One slip and she blew it and that was her fortune and his job.
Ronald wondered if that fat bastard Gelbert, the lawyer-executor of the Pringle estate, had him under surveillance to be sure he was as sexless as Arthur Pringle said. Every likelihood he'd do just that, but what any spy on Mrs. Pringle's overseer would see would be nothing. Ronald was determined.
It was fifteen minutes and about five incoming rings on the secretary's phone before Ronald's curiosity about the long absence of Janice from her desk got too much to stand. He knew little about office procedure, but someone ought to be covering the boss's incoming calls. A visitor stuck his head in the door, looked quizzically at the emoty reception desk chair, glanced at Ronald, shrugged and left. Apparently it was normal for Janice to be away from her desk much of the time. But why had she been gone so long in the direction of the room where President Jeremy Daniels had escorted Pamela Pringle?
"No phone calls," he had said sternly to Janice as he guided Mrs. Pringle in ahead of him. That meant he hadn't wanted to be disturbed, yet the secretary, without a summons from him, had headed that way. Ronald strolled casually toward the ancient walnut door and cased the antique lock device. Perfect. Ultramodern Energies Unlimited had a very old-fashioned keyhole.
Throwing a nervous glance toward the closed hall door, he knelt at the tiny viewing point.
There in the semi-darkness of the separator room, Janice Moore was stripping her clothes. An electrified Ronald heard her murmuring breathlessly as she snatched away her blouse and bra, then tugged the zipper on her mini.
Janice was in total shock! When she opened the inner door a listening crack, that telltale gagging outcry burst at her from back in the alcove.
Janice could tell how heavy was his ejaculation, just from the shrillness of his orgasm cry. In her desk day diary she had XXed the days he had shot in some form over her-into her panties ... into her hand ... into her mouth, as long as she turned out the lights in the executive suite. God, he was so stupid about his organ! She had tallied over a thousand climaxes. Never one honest act of intercourse.
It had been the final straw yesterday. After years of building him toward a normal illicit office relation, he had reverted. There he sat, calmly dictating morning correspondence, playing with himself behind the manila folder. Actually wanting her to be patient while he masturbated in front of her. She had seen his coat sleeve moving when she raised her eyes slightly from the steno pad.
Good little secretaries never look the boss in the eye while he dictates ... disturbs his train of thought, her secretarial school had taught her. It disturbed Jeremy's sneak jerk-offs, she also had early learned. But not yesterday.
"Let me watch," she had murmured without raising her eyes. Seeing a man masturbate always thrilled her.
But his fist slammed the leather desk top. "I do the watching! Put it up where I can see what's driving me woolly." Kinky true to fashion, the man who could have fucked Janice from nine-to-five every day and been safe doing it preferred more self-play.
He had arranged her on her back across the leather desk top, not disturbing a hair nor a thread, just turning back the hem of her mini to expose her flesh-colored bikini panties. Those maddened him.
Then, while she wrestled with the stupidity of taking shorthand while stretched across his desk, he stood at her hip, actually dictating while he masturbated. Even a peek at his cock being hand-pumped would have helped, but she had long ago learned that peeking was forbidden.
He tried to make it up, once his semen had splattered the back of her steno pad. Pulled her panties down and inserted his cock snug against her ass to give her another of his simulated fucks. To think she actually had taught him that kink! She had believed it was a step away from fucking and almost impossible to do without going on to actual copulation. But Jeremy had managed and would go on managing-himself. That was why the letter of resignation.
Till this!
There on his alcove bed where Janice herself never had been in three years of halfway sex, lay the gorgeous platinum witch. A stunned Janice gaped at the sizzling nudity. Mrs. Arthur Pringle! So recently widowed her cunt was still likely twitching with the last screwing her late hubby had given her, she was in actual intercourse with Jeremy.
Head spinning lightly in total disbelief that what she had tried and failed to do in three years had been carried off in a few minutes by an oversexed widow, she stared at the point of the joining of cock to quim, lips stretching in a wide oval to accommodate the grotesque phallus. Janice loved that weird short, thick barrel ... and another female had it.
"You're a very super lover, Jeremy," Janice heard Pamela say. "I don't think I can let your wife or that sexpot out front, or whoever taught you panty tricks, near you again."
"Baby, I'm converted!" panted Jeremy, thrusting toward yet a third orgasm mounting. "You pegged her. Cute ass, hasn't she, that Janice? Yours wipes out the competition."
It was that last that tore it with Janice. She began to strip away her clothing. After three loyal stupid years, she was coming up the heavy. Beyond the door she could hear the happy sounds of a boss who wouldn't go all the way with her, gorging himself in a sorrowing widow. Rage out of control, she flung open the door and raced for the pair locked in copulating oblivion. Brunette hair flying in disarray, slim body taut with feline rage, she launched herself at Jeremy, hands clawing his shoulders. In two savage swipes she scored his back with her nails before he could react.
"Whhhaa!" He squirmed furiously for escape, withdrawing from Pamela's convulsing form and falling to the bedside just as Ronald DeWitt looked in on the chaotic scene. The secretary's attack had come at the height of Pamela's orgasm. Locked in an ecstasy frenzy, she failed at first even to sense the intrusion of a third party on the scene.
Before reason returned to Pamela's joyful world, Janice was all over her front, wanting revenge for an act she had been three years cultivating. She crushed nude across the succulent curves of the blonde temptress, grabbing for the perfect targets. Pamela's magnificent breasts were straining explosively from her spasm-driven body. Hard-nippled and urgent, they appeared ready to leap for the heavens. In simple fury Janice clutched the thrusting glories and felt the jungle urge to rip the rich globes from their fabulous mounting.
Jeremy Daniels gawked in frozen horror, the cry stuck in his throat at the kill look in his secretary's eyes.
At the door a dumbstruck Ronald DeWitt stared at the fantastic sight of the two outrageously curvaceous females tensed in battle fury. How did Pamela come to be naked on this bed, the trigger for the beauteous secretary's outrage? Would she dare all her fortune for a dumb, hurried fuck? It was beyond all comprehension, but not nearly so unbelievable as the state to which his penis had charged at the sight of Pamela's nude wonder threatened.
For all her danger, the fact she was willing to risk all for one act of copulation had driven Ronald to total erection. It was chaos inside his head. He ought to rescue Pamela, but it could cost her everything if she admitted an act of intercourse. From his proximity he could see Jeremy Daniels' prick upraised insolently between his legs as he lay at the foot of the bed. The visible glisten was proof and Ron didn't want to hear the truth.
An all possessing lust charged Ron's loins at the sight of his beloved boss in sexual crisis. There in extreme danger, Pamela was clearly unafraid. She was perhaps "hear death. She didn't care.
All the gut feeling he had had about her from the first welled up and centered in his mind and in his penis. She was first of all a lady. A very, very highly sexed female, but still a lady. Pamela Pringle loved cock, but she could never make her appetite a dirty thing. It was a fantastically provoking discovery to dumbfounded Ronald ... and it made his fist close around his turbulent erection and begin a steady stroke at the new drama unfolding.
Pamela's eyes darted across the buttermilk beauty of Janice Moore. Her dark hair, her angry eyes, her sweet feminine fragility were all so vulnerable. Even though it was Janice whose long fingers were still tight on Pamela's breasts, there was something infinitely desirable about this girl who could kill her.
"Please." Pamela's eyes looked deeply into Janice's outrage and saw the hurt. "May I touch you? You are exquisite."
The total absence of fear or guilt in Pamela's face wilted Janice's attack. With a sob of frustration, desperation, she wilted across the curvaceous front and a watching Ronald felt a surging volcano in his loins at the sight. Dazzling spectacle of pressed together nudes, each needing the touch of the other and each an intriguing voluptuary.
Fighting the want to race from behind the concealing room divider, Ronald masturbated feverishly at the maddening eroticism of girl to girl.
"What ... are ... you ... dooo...." Her words faltered.
"Loving you," answered Pamela, rolling Janice to her back to he supine and surrender beneath an impassioned blonde. It was a feeling Pamela had remembered from Morna's surprise show of lesbian desires. Since then Pammy had thought often of it. It was a natural part of living when two, of the same sex felt a common need. This was her time to find out and who cared if Jeremy saw?
She was more concerned about the sight beyond the room divider that caught her eye. Ronald DeWitt had stolen into the room and just as she looked, he had been seized in handmade orgasm. For a delicious fractured instant she looked right across the room and watched him ejaculate. Wild spray of sparkling love! She knew a new turning point was nearing.
"What are you doing?" pleaded Janice in a near whisper as Pam leaned to a turgid nipple. An aroused secretary wondered at the innocence of that act and the delicious feel of soft lips on her eager breasts.
"I'm loving you," Pam twisted across her trembling middle to kiss a love path from Janice's navel to her labial cleft.
With maddening seductive slowness she licked sensuously to the center of the dark passion cleft and kissed tentatively at the quivering cunt slit. "I must," she murmured. It was that simple and that decided.
A warm earthiness sent a shiver of visible excitement through Pamela's frame as she tongued carefully into the darkness of the vagina. It was all she had imagined and more.
"Ooohhh ... you're ... you're making me ... AHHH!" Janice's lower body strained savagely as the flesh dart spearing against her ready clitoris forced her orgasm. She saw Jeremy's fascinated stare over Pamela's shoulder and there was a new look there. In total surrender she let herself be taken by the frenzy deep in her vagina and seconds later she was climaxing again and again, making no effort to hold it back.
When Janice first flung herself across the bed, clawing at his back and throwing herself at Pamela, Jeremy Daniels saw his career on disaster brink. The whole house of sticks of his presidency, so fragile, so controlled by the digestive tracks of stockholders and the progress of Energies Unlimited research ... all teetering on these two passionate girls. Either could destroy him. Janice by taking the word to his wife Maude ... or Pamela by exercising her power as a twenty-one percent stockholder.
It was as he watched the cute tongue of the owner of the powerblock of stock snake into Janice's pussy that Jeremy decided. Pamela was a threat, but not to be compared with Janice. He had Janice five days a week and he had used her inflaming body for his own selfish interests. Never dared copulation, for fear of her mocking as his wife did. He'd only followed routes that were safe and dark and stolen. Till now. Watching her frenzy to the oral love of another female, Jeremy all at once knew how much Janice must hunger for real turn-on from him.
He was cuddled close to the action between the girls, one arm across Pamela's hip, the other probing Janice's inner thigh, when Pam squealed mock warning.
"Jan, there's a man trying to get at your behind." Pamela found the bold erection and propelled it into view, forcing Jeremy to writhe to her tugging, if he wanted to keep his only cock. "Isn't it gorgeous?"
"I've been telling him that," snipped Janice, feeling the welling of jealousy at the bold handling of Jeremy's prick. "Least he believes you and does something about it."
"Been good reason why I haven't with us." Jeremy was committed all or nothing as he slid atop the sinuous nudity of his secretary. "I've been waiting for an audience."
"You lie," whispered Janice. "You've been shy."
"No more!" rasped Jeremy. "Let me in you, kooky one!"
They were locked together and lost in new found coitus in seconds. Pam watched in a mingling of awe and envy at the intensity of their copulation. Driven by the need and the impulse, she beckoned frantically to Ronald behind the room divider.
He came slowly, but the urgency of her wave gave him no choice. If she wanted him, there was no option but to come. His cock swayed in an awkward side-to-side pendulum, jutting incongruously from his black slacks as he walked toward her. At the last instant he started to jam it into his fly and her outcry stopped him.
"Ronald, hurry!"
Her cry froze the action of the two on the bed and both squirmed to stare as Pamela Pringle's bodyguard dropped to her side. They saw her passionate expression as she hovered over the soaring cock and when Daniel saw the outrageous over-development of the organ, he felt a weird tweak of pride. This beautiful woman, who obviously was intimate with her stud of an employee, also had been wild for Jeremy Daniels' prick. It was a wonderful discovery. She really meant it. His diminutive hard-on was as maddening to her as a stallion's.
Neither Janice nor Jeremy saw Pam's fellatio continue. They were locked in the magic of first time coitus and their world had no horizons beyond the bed. They were oblivious when Ronald's climax grabbed him and heard nothing when Pamela unwound and went looking for her clothing.
She went to the high backed executive chair behind his desk to drop a memo before she left....
Dear Jeremy....
You two look right together. Please arrange, when you get your head on or off, to give Mrs. Arthur Pringle V.I.P. status to visit all research plants belonging to Energies Unlimited.
Like to start with your lab here tomorrow.
I shall keep our mutual secret as T know you will mine and never embarrass dear old EU. Loved it ... PP .