Chapter 6
Caroline Webster entered the large modern office building, saying good-morning to the two attorney's who were drinking coffee in the private lounge, and walked down the carpeted corridor to the stairs. Her office was upstairs and to the left. Across the hall was Rich Sutherland's office. She unlocked the door of her office, stopped to pick up the morning mail which was on the floor beneath the chute, and then went to her desk humming a little tune from a movie she and Gary, had seen recently. She picked up the paper knife an was slitting open the envelopes when Rich Sutherland came in.
"Good Morning," she said, smiling.
Sutherland looked down at her. He murmured greetings, trying to keep as calm as he could, but inside he was trembling. He took one hand from the white smock he was wearing and smoothed back his salt-and-pepper hair, wishing that the hair was the beautiful fluff surrounding her pink cunt. God, she had been good. A wild and wonderful young woman to fuck, all right, and already his cock began to throb and expand and his groin was sweating with desire. He couldn't believe it!
Caroline, saw the gleam in his eye even though the rest of his sexual turmoil was well hidden by his suave and debonair facade. She deliberately stood and leaned against her desk, then rubbed the palms of her hands over her sweater and skirt, cupping her firm, bra-encased breasts tauntingly as she did. It was all come-on, she thought; nothing would happen here, but still it was fun to tease him a little. Besides, she liked his hot, admiring glance. It almost seemed as though his look was branding her as a rancher would his livestock.
"I thought I'd open the mail Mr. Sutherland.
"OK." Sutherland licked his lips.
Sutherland jammed his hands deeper in his pockets, and lightly fingered his loins. His cock lept at the approximation. Incredible! I fucked Samantha before we got up this morning, and twice last night ... and still I want more! No, not just any kind of more. I want Caroline! More and more I want Caroline!
There was a long pause as Caroline and her boss -eyed one another. Caroline felt her stomach begin to churn and the beginnings of moistness seep from her vaginal lips. A light flush began to burn at her breasts and then work upwards, over her shoulders and then up her neck to her face. Her nipples became rigid and pushed against the cloth of her cups, making her tingle with preliminary excitement. I can't wait for the next time, she thought to herself. Perhaps tomorrow night, or this weekend, or ... but I mustn't think of these lewd thoughts now, not while I am at work. Play comes later, and while I am here, it has to be very proper. Remember that-keep it strictly professional.
She stifled a moan of torment and tried to clear her fevered brain of wanting him, but still the image of his lean and muscular body pervaded her mind. As he stood there, she had the mental picture of the way he had looked naked only a couple of days ago, his feet wide and his thighs bronzed save for the white stripe around his lower abdomen and groin, and his bulbous penis sticking straight out, jutting from his massive balls and thick hairy growth like an oak tree in a forest of brush.
"You want me, don't you?" the young wife asked her boss. "Pardon?"
"You want me. You're waiting to see me get undressed, to slip out of my clothes and parade around half-naked." She smiled enticingly. "I think that's terrible," she whispered.
Rich Sutherland grinned. "Yes. Go ahead, Caroline, let me see you take off your sweater and skirt. You're not wearing a slip are you?"
"No...." Passion was building in her blood. Caroline caught herself breathing hard, and her throat constricted as if the air was solid. He wants to see me! She undid the first button and then the next. Oh God! What is the matter with me? Have I lost all modesty with my sexual awakening? Here I am, peeling in front of a man who isn't my husband and ... and liking it!
She groaned and then the sweater was completely free. She shrugged her slender shoulders and the sweater fell off, dropping from her arms and pooling on the floor. Sutherland gasped and the front of his smock tented as his penis became fully erect. Caroline saw the bulge, knew what it signified, and another soft mewl escaped from her lips. This isn't the time or place. I have to stop! I have to be the strong one and keep us apart during the day! Think of Gart! Yes ... yes! I must think of him, and what he would say, how he would feel if he knew I was doing it away from him?
A tear of self-recrimination flowed from her swollen eyes, but in spite of it and her warming thoughts she snaked the zipper of her skirt down, and stepped out of it. She stood, her clothes puddled around her feet, in nothing but her heaving bra and panties, and the stockings and garter belt. She moved her hands across her naked form, reveling in the crazed gaze of her employer, loving his feasting view, wanting to take still more off ... and at the same time berating herself for her wickedness.
Sutherland stepped nearer. His hands reached out and his touch sent waves of sex-maddening tingles through her sinews. Her skin seemed to have a life of its own, to ripple beneath his fingers as they stroked and played with her body. She collapsed in his grip, crushing herself to his chest until she thought she would burst from her now fully aroused passion. "Oh, Rich," she sighed, "This is wrong ... all wrong ... we must stop before...."
"Hush my sweet," he murmured in her ear. "Relax and enjoy ... enjoy ... enjoy...." his words were hypnotic upon her soul-searching turmoil. She brought her own arms around him and stroked the nape of his neck warmly, and then kissed him. It was a sultry, open-mouthed kiss, and their tongues coiled and slipped around one another, and felt along their teeth and cheeks with abandon. "I want you ... I want you...." the respected attorney said in a muffled tone. "Now ... now...."
"Yes ... yes...." she replied, lost in his frantic desire. His cock was rubbing against her belly, straining to be free. She could feel its singular growth through the smock and it took all her moral strength to resist placing her trembling hand there and fondling it. Her mind whirled with the lewd pictures of her and Sutherland writhing on the floor, naked and embraced, his cock deep in her vagina, pumping up and down, up and down ... And then the image of another person coming in ... perhaps another attorney or possibly a client of the day ... and the scream ... and the scandal....
Stop! Stop! Fear raced through her brain, erasing the exciting lust of seconds previous. She was afraid of being discovered even as she was, and wildly, she broke from his arms and stepped back, stumbling.
"Oh, oh God, no, Rich!" she shivered from her reversed reaction. "Please ... we'll make love again, but not now, not here!"
Sutherland took a deep breath, trying to calm down. "Yes," he finally managed, "You're right. Absolutely." He turned, frowning as though thinking hard of the consequences of their action. "I'm sorry for what I was doing. I ... I got carried away by your loveliness." He pivoted, and stared intently at her. "I've got to have you. Tonight. A party tonight, all right?"
"With Gary?" She had to have her husband along. It was as though his presence somehow sanctioned her perversions. "I must have Gary along. For Samantha."
"Yes, yes, of course. Anything you say. I-"
His feverish words were interrupted by the buzzer from the receptionist.
"Who ... ?" Sutherland asked.
"I don't know." Caroline said. She went over to her clothes and started to put them back on. "Your first appointment today is a Mrs. Ross. It may be her."
The morning passed as every morning did at the office. There were calls to make and a lot of contracts to be typed up, and that kept Caroline busy. She was startled slightly when she heard the buzzer go off on her desk intercom, the light showing it was from Rich Sutherland's office.
"Yes, Mr. Sutherland?" Caroline asked. She decided that she should maintain formality with Rich during business hours.
"Would you step in here for a minute, Caroline?"
Caroline got up from her typing and walked over to Rich Sutherland's office.
"Yes? What is it?"
"Come in and shut the door."
She did so, and when he asked her to, she locked it. "Do you need some dictation?" She asked, perplexed by his strange change of behavior.
"No," he said, smiling a bit, "But I thought you might want to see something, my dear. Broaden your education, so to speak." He went to his office couch and pressed a button on the side.
"This couch was built especially for me. See? It goes all the way down."
"It's like a bed!" Caroline gasped.
"Exactly."
"But-but why?" Caroline stood in confused shock.
Sutherland laughed, and laughed again and Caroline saw the wicked fire in his eyes. She shrunk against a file cabinet her hands groping the counter, now knowing what purpose either the special couch or her presence would serve, but deep inside she knew it was for nothing good. The mask of desire which had spread over her boss's face unnerved her, and the little voice of her subconscious yelled for her to unlock the door and get out before it was too late. She edged toward the door.
"Stop!" Sutherland commanded. Caroline did so, clutching her throat with one slim hand as though protecting herself. Sutherland smiled again and then removed his clothes and Caroline stood transfixed as the attorney dropped his pants to the floor. Her eyes widened and a gasp bubbled from her lips.
He was naked!
Sutherland stepped out of his fallen pants wearing nothing except his shoes and socks. He grinned at Caroline, a little saliva forming around his parted lips, and placed his hands on his hips. Caroline stared first at his mouth with its lascivious expression, then at his nude chest with its thin wisps of hair, then down his stomach and abdomen to his penis and balls. His cock jutted out and curved upwards, waving slightly from the obviously burgeoning desire it contained, and his massive sac hung beneath, swinging between his open legs with the lead weights of his sperm-loaded balls. Caroline was horrified by his sudden and unexpected disrobement, and yet she couldn't keep her gaze from the magnificent organs of his manhood. They were bigger and better than she remembered them to be! The smooth rubbery head oozed seminal fluid, and the purplish staff throbbed passionately, and the pubic hair surrounding it glistened wetly in the harsh fluorescent lighting.
"I-I couldn't tell you before, Caroline," Sutherland said, stepping nearer to her, "Not before we had made love. I like sex, lots of sex. You know that, and until I was sure that you were like me, I couldn't take the chance. I hope you understand."
Understand! Caroline's mind screamed for release from this venial sight. How could she understand this complete mockery of all that was good and satisfying about sex. He was going to rape her, right here in his office. What if anyone wanted to see him? No ... no ... I'm not like Rich! I don't need sex that way or that much! I'm not a rutting beast of the jungle, taking my flesh at any opportunity!"
The remaining vestiges of Caroline's moral fortitude rocked on the foundations of her faith, and stunned with the approach of his repulsive attack, she cowered, tears of shame and humiliation cascading down her face. "No ... no," she mewled, "Please ... don't, Rich."
Sutherland stopped in his tracks, less than a yard from her. He chortled and then put his right hand on his penis, stroking it lightly. "Look, Caroline," he said, "Look at my cock. See how it wants to fuck." His foreskin pulled back as his hand moved down the shaft to the base, and the full and massive head sprung into view. Again the little eye winked and more seminal fluid dribbled out and flowed down the crown. "I'm ready to cum, Caroline, I'm so excited. Help me cum, Caroline, help me...."
Debased by what she was witnessing, Caroline shook her head frantically, she squeezed her eyes shut and her whole being shuddered from the defilation which was sure to happen.
"God damn it, help me!" Sutherland shouted.
Again, her mind whirled with the onslaught of confusion and despair. She was torn first by wanting and needing the sex of Rich Sutherland without her husband present ... something which she had firmly promised both herself and Gary would never happen. Then there was this! This rapacious action of Rich right in front of her, and she had to stop him before he completely destroyed her marriage.
"Stop it!" she cried, wrestling with Rich, "I can't let you do this!"
Sutherland did not fight back, but rather turned and pressed his hot and seeking body to hers. "You mean you don't want to watch? Didn't that excite you before?"
"Yes, but that was with Gary! This is different!"
"Is it?"
Caroline reeled from the impact of his lewd words. Yes, it was different, but yet ... the tantalizing froth of sexual yearning was creeping through her loins again. She tried to hold them back, and she pressed her legs tightly together, but as she looked down at the attorney's long hungry cock, delicious feelings were invading the marrow of her soul. "Please don't," she whimpered, but it was too late.
"Touch me," Sutherland whispered, and Caroline did. Her hands reached out with trembling fingers and curled around his hardened penis, replacing his hands.
"Oooooooh, baby." he moaned. "That's it ... that's it...."
She stroked his shaft, the firm yet soft feel of his tumescent growth adding new thrill and passion to her dazed mind. Maybe ... I'll make him cum by playing with him ... maybe he won't be able to do anything to me. That's my only hope ... I can't stand the torture in my mind!
"Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh," sighed Sutherland, his mouth contorted with venerous delight. "Yes ... yes...." and he rotated his groin in a perverted attitude of the sex act. Her fingers were so good, so perfect as she stroked on his rod ... He was going to cum ... going to cum ... and he mustn't!! Not now, not when he was so close to....
Sutherland looked at Caroline, and he could feel of the inner torment she was going through, but he also knew that if he could hold out a big longer, the mental agony she was experiencing now would be well worth it and he steeled his building orgasm.
But her own rising tide of sexual upheaval was slowly destroying the warning voice of her morals.
Oh, God, she thought, this was all wrong! But her own rising tide of sexual upheaval was slowly destroying the warning voice of her morals, and Caroline whimpered in abject defeat. A thousand insects seemed to be crawling all around her inner thighs and vagina, causing an excruciating itch which was driving her mad! Little by little the searing denial of her drives was draining away, being replaced by this tempting trip into perversion....
"I want you to undress, Caroline. Rich Sutherland's voice commanded.
As the young wife undressed, the well-known attorney said, "I want to kiss and lick at your sweet pussy until you cum like you have never cum before!"
Complete nude now, the thoughts of her husband vanished, and she moved her hands sensuously down over her throbbing breasts to her smooth white stomach and then to either side of Sutherland's kneeling head. Her fingers stroked like they had a mind of their own, and then they spread the fleshy, hair-lined lips of her soft, moist vagina, allowing his devouring mouth complete access to her wetly throbbing pussy.
"I want to suck your cunt, Caroline ... I want to suck your cunt...." he said, talking to her loins instead of her face.
His vile and disgusting words made Caroline tremble with wanton desire, yet the degradation to the act suddenly seemed to leap up and envelope her. No ... no ... no, God, this is so wrong! Caroline screamed to herself. She attempted to pull away, but Sutherland's hands imprisoned her, and his head remained where it was, his mouth glued to the fluted lips of her cuntal orifice.
His fervid, liquid kisses sent spasms through her again, and the intense fires of her lust set flames running through her breasts, belly, and her hopelessly inflamed cunt. The cunnilingus he was performing on her defenseless loins aroused her wildly, crazily, and insanely she reeled from his actions. She didn't care any longer ... nothing mattered except his lips upon her hungrily aroused pussy. His mesmeric ministrations caused Caroline to twist and convulse, and her fogged mind dwelled on nothing but the lewd sensations which pulsated like volcanic heat through her flesh. Instead of being sickened by her naked body spread obscenely before his face like some sacrificial offering, Caroline sunk to complete abandonment of her senses; and groveling, she whimpered:
"Yes, Rich, yes ... yes ... yes! Suck me, Rich! Suck me!"
Sutherland drove his head savagely into her cunt, his lips mashing hard against her vaginal lips, his tongue ramming deep into her pussy in the ultimate of kiss.
"I want you...." he moaned, "I want you to...."
"Yes ... yes, Rich," she murmured, "anything ... anything...."
"I want you to suck my cock ... Now! Right now!"
Caroline froze in terror. He wants me to ... KISS HIS PENIS! She couldn't believe his words! She just couldn't believe them! Yet, unwanted shudder of sensual delight quivered through her, she still sought to fight it as the pin-pricks of his tongue bathing her pussy filled her mind with exquisite feeling. Caroline held her breath, attempting to fight with all her moral strength, but her weakened will power would not sustain her ... her resistance shattered.
She groaned, and then there was a cool rush of air over the rising bud of her clitoris as Sutherland moved away suddenly, and in spite of her deep-seated revulsion to genital kissing, which even her self-admitted emancipation had not dispelled, she slavered with anticipation. Destroyed was all feeling save for the delicious pleasures building inside her. The straining muscles of her thighs began to relax and she moaned softly with the image of what was to come....
Sutherland, his cock bursting with the lewd thought of being sucked by his beautiful secretary stood, and the nude Caroline sighed with excitement.
He crossed to Caroline, and they clung to one another desperately for a moment. She kissed his neck, his cheek, his ears and eyes and nose, with her hot, wet tongue. Then they sunk to the couch-bed stretched out full length, bodies touching, their positions inverted so that they faced each other's private parts.
Sutherland tongued her inner thighs, and she parted them for his further kissings, and his hands slipped over her belly to squeeze her firm, full breasts, cupping them brutally as his mouth continued the assault on her groin. He made a furrow with his tongue through the velveteen hair, and then his probe located the tiny tip of her clitoris, and he took it between his teeth and ran his tongue around it in continuous circles. She whined sharply and flailed her head from side to side in abandonment, and she clenched her hands into fists in his hair, pulling some of the salt-and-peppered strands loose in her convulsive jerks.
Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! her mind screamed over and over, as her boss continued to orally fuck her. I love it ... I love it ... He slipped his hands beneath her thighs and pushed her farther up until she was draped around his churning face, and he thrust deep into the searing depths of her pussy, sliding his hot tongue up into her clasping, dilated hole.
Her breaths came in gulping swallows and she moaned, past all caring now even though a small part of her brain kept repeating that this was vile, dirty, perverted ... and then, unable to control herself any longer, she grabbed his cock, which was almost touching her cheek, and she rested her head upon the floor and caressed his sperm inflated balls with her felt hand, rubbing a fingernail over the bottom of his prick as his mouth lunged in and out of her vulva.
"Suck me!" groaned Sutherland. "Kiss my prick now! Suck it, baby, that's what I want!"
Without hesitation, with mindless, lusting obedience, Caroline tasted his cock, tasted a male member for the first time, and the distinctive spice instigated wild uncontrollable tremors through her.
Oh! I love it! I love his prick! Oh, what I've been missing all these years! She washed his cock, lavishing her warm tongue over its base and thick underside, playing and stroking with her fingers with every lap. She grazed the smooth head with her tongue and tickled the parted hole in its crown, then returned to the base and the wire hairs brushed her cheeks as saliva mixed with his pre-cum. Caroline went wild with frenzied new emotions, thrilling with erotic fermentation of his cock and the sucking of her own cunt. She trailed her tongue between his wide-spread legs and then back up, up to the very top of his penis. Then, pausing only for a second, she slipped her lips glove-like down over the head.
Sutherland licked and sucked and drove his tongue deep in her tight, pungent pussy, reveling in the abandoned suckling of his cock by her soft, warm mouth and the gyrations of her lust-contorted body, knowing that both of their climaxes were not too far away. He dipped his head to drench her tight puckered little anus with saliva, then he returned to lick her crotch and the down-soft hair which fringed her cuntal lips. He paused for a moment to stare it along the sweat-slick valley of her breasts at the lust twisted grimace of her face as she slavored over his penis. Oh Jesus, she was really enjoying it! She was wallowing around his cock ... it won't be long now ... not long at all! He lowered his head, resumed his labor of love....
Caroline let his prick slip full length into the hidden depths of her throat. Her head bobbed up and down as Sutherland thrashed and froaned and sucked her. Yes! Yes! She couldn't wait for release ... it was any second now, and she wanted his hot, sticky semen to bloat her cheeks and fill her belly. Crazily she reamed down on her boss, her tongue swirling voraciously as his blood-filled penis pumped wildly into her sensuously ovaled lips. Then her cunt began to quiver and pulsate, and then....
She shivered, never losing the rhythm of her mouth on Sutherland's cock. Her eyes widened, and her breasts heaved and his pubic hair brushed against her mouth as she all but swallowed his cock. Oh God ... I'm going to cum ... for the first time, I'm going to cum from a mouth instead of a cock ... yes, yes, yes, ... more. More!
She dug her fingers in his hair as the first tremors of her climax swept through her vagina and flowed around her body. Her cunt flowered with warm gushes of fluid, which drowned the mouth and tongue of Rich Sutherland.
"Don't stop! Oh, you bitch, don't stop sucking me! Harder!" Sutherland felt her jerk and spasm and her cumming produced a violent reaction in him. His cock began a sudden spasmodic action and he grabbed her buttock cheeks harshly as spurts of warm viscous sperm jetted into her mouth. Caroline sucked, sucked some more in a wild effort to keep up with the increasing flow of his cum, swallowing as fast as she could, her adam's apple bobbing in rapid sequence.
She continued to milk him, swirling her tongue around to suck him dry. His groans of pleasure simmered to sighs of contentment, and he relaxed his hands as his giant penis gave one last shot of fluid and slowly began to deflate.
Sutherland pulled his now limp penis from her mouth with a lewd plopping sound and watched it with fascination as it began to grow smaller and smaller, and fall over as if dead.
"God, that was wonderful!" Sutherland breathed beside her. He looked at the trickle of saliva around her cunt. "Wonderful."
Caroline rolled over and lay on her back, staring at the ceiling. She heard the prominent attorney slowly get to his feet, and then saw him standing over her, his cock dangling from his groin.
"I guess you must hate me now, Caroline," he said quietly. "But you have to admit it, it was good."
She stared at him. He grinned at her affectionately, and then she found her own lips spreading in a smile and she replied: "Yes, Rich, it was wonderful. And no, I don't hate you at all."