Chapter 2
"How fast can you type?" he said, his eyes boring into her cleavage.
Bonnie blinked her eyes and felt her face flush. "Type? The ad said nothing about typing." She nervously crossed and uncrossed her legs. She had no experience job-hunting and she didn't know what to expect.
Floyd Cooper, personnel director of New Town Steel Company, slowly ran his eyes from her tits to her thighs. He leaned across the desk and finally met her eyes.
"Yes, well, we like our receptionist to help out in other areas."
Bonnie rose up, feeling flustered and discouraged. Floyd Cooper rose up too. "Where are you going, Bonnie?" he frowned.
He moved quickly across the office and closed his hand over Bonnie's. "I didn't say we had to have typing," he smiled. "I said it's a plus, not a necessity. Anyway, I can hire whoever I choose."
He patted her shoulder and told her he would phone her to let her know his decision. He had two more girls to see, but as far as he was concerned the job was hers.
"Good looks and personality are more important than typing," he said.
The brunette thanked him and left the office. She stopped at the coffee-shop in the lobby of the building and ordered a cold drink. Her hands shook as she picked up the glass. It had been her first job interview since her decision to change her life. She didn't expect to hear from Floyd Cooper. I really blew it, she thought, sipping her drink.
She remembered the way he had looked at her. She squirmed on the leather stool and pressed her thighs together. He had practically undressed her with his eyes. Bonnie was accustomed to attention from men, but Floyd Cooper had been especially bold.
She ordered another drink. She couldn't stop thinking about him. Her experience was limited, but she was almost positive he was trying to make her.
Then she decided she was being silly. Like her old maid Aunt Harriet, soon she'd think every man was out to rape her.
"Well, look who's here," a voice murmured in her ear.
It was Floyd Cooper, sliding onto the stool next to her. "I'm very glad to see you, Bonnie," he said, squeezing her thigh.
The brunette started shaking again. Her pussy felt wet and her tits tingled and pressed against her bra. Her heart pounded and she felt dizzy.
He told her the job was hers if she wanted it. "The other girls were dogs," he grinned.
She turned and met his eyes. Again he stared openly at her tits. Suddenly she was glad she had worn a revealing blouse today. It felt good to be admired. And it was, after all, what she had wanted. She had wanted to meet men. Well, Floyd Cooper was a man, and a very nice one too.
She took a deep breath and lowered her eyes seductively. "I'll have to think about it," she said. "It's my first offer."
She felt his thigh brush hers and she moved closer to him.
"You're a very pretty girl, Bonnie," he hissed. "I like your style. Even if you don't take the job, I hope you'll go out with me sometime."
Suddenly she felt his hand on her knee. "How about tonight?" he said. "We can have dinner and go back to my place and watch TV."
"I'm married, Floyd," she whispered. "I should have mentioned that."
He chuckled. "So what? Who isn't? What's that got to do with it?"
She blanched. "You're married too?"
"Sure. My wife's visiting her mother, but even when she's here I get around." He slid his fingers up her skirt and between her thighs. "How about it, kid? I really like you."
Bonnie never did think about it rationally. She made an abrupt impetuous decision to go out with him. She was horny. Very, very horny. And no one could blame her for cheating.
"I'd like that," she said, her voice quavering.
He smiled. "Drink up and let's get out of here."
He looked eager and alive. His eyes raked over her ass as she climbed off the stool. She loved his enthusiasm and confidence. He put his arm around her waist and nuzzled her neck. "Mmmm, you smell good, honey," he whispered.
He paid the check and they left the coffee shop. Bonnie averted her eyes as they walked down the street. She didn't want to see anyone she or Brad knew. She didn't want to lose her nerve.
When he suggested they go to his apartment first, she agreed. "It's too early to eat," he said, kissing her lightly on the lips as he slid into the car.
They arrived at his place in ten minutes. Bonnie trembled with fear, nerves and excitement. She had never been in a strange man's apartment. She had never done so many things! She had a strange premonition that tonight would be the first for a lot of things she had never done.
His apartment was spacious and nicely furnished. She saw a picture of his wife on the coffee table. At least she assumed it was his wife. She was a pretty blonde with sensuous lips and slanted eyes. Bonnie turned away from the photograph. She didn't want to be reminded that she was cheating with a married man. It somehow seemed more sinful that they were both married.
As if reading her thoughts he put the picture face-down on the table. He mixed two martinis and handed one to her. Once again she felt him undressing her with his eyes.
She gulped down her drink and he handed her another. After the third martini she no longer felt nervous. "Let's stop this bullshit, baby," he murmured. "Let's get into bed."
She let him guide her up from the sofa and lead her down the hall to the bedroom. She felt unsteady on her feet and tripped, but his strong arms went around her waist and steadied her. In a moment his hands clutched her tits through her blouse. The brunette felt her sensitive nipples stiffen and throb.
"Oh, baby, I've wanted to do this since the first minute I laid eyes on you!" he hissed.
He nuzzled her hair and neck as he pulled her against him. He rubbed his fingers over her heavy boobs. She felt his cock press against her asscrack and a soft moan escaped her lips.
"You've got me all excited," he said. "Feel how hard I am?"
"Yes!" she whispered. "I feel it!"
"It's all for you! honey," he hissed. "It's hot and hard for you!"
"Oh, God!" she moaned. "Oh, my God!"
The booze had made her dizzy and she pressed back against him. The room went around in circles and she almost passed out. The throbbing in her crotch filled her with strange longings.
"Come on, baby, come on," he murmured, picking her up in his arms and carrying her over to the bed.
He crouched over her and slid his hand under her skirt. He fondled and caressed her thighs and briefly ran his hand over the sopping wet crotch of her bikini panties.
"Oh, you're hot, baby," he said. "You're ready for it, aren't you?"
"I don't know," she moaned, automatically opening her thighs and gyrating her hips.
He chuckled. "You don't know? You're hot as a firecracker, baby! Wet and hot!"
He guided her hand over his cock and she felt his prick through his fly. "Nice, huh?" he grunted. "Good and hard!"
Bonnie moaned. She ran her fingers over the bulge in his crotch and felt his prick twitch under her caress. He moved his hand back to her wet crotch and slid his fingers around the tiny piece of nylon.
"Oh, baby, my cock is gonna slide right in there!" he hissed. "It's gonna slide right up your hot gash! I'm gonna fuck your brains out, baby!"
He moved both hands to her tits and caressed them until they tingled and her nipples throbbed. Then he undressed her. He unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it off her shoulders. Her big ripe tits bulged up over the tiny lace cups and he licked his lips. A big grin split his face.
"When I get my mouth on those jugs, I'll never let them go!" he snickered. "Those are all-day suckers if I ever saw them!"
He deftly unzipped her skirt and pulled it off her legs. She was glad she hadn't worn stockings today. She knew she looked sexy in her half-bra and bikini panties. She pretended to be more dizzy than she actually was. She lay back in the bed and closed her eyes, instinctively letting him take charge.
"Oh, fuck, what a knock-out!" he hissed, as he pulled her panties off her hips and tossed them across the room.
He ran his fingers around her pussy thicket. She felt her pussy release a gush of cuntjuice as he moved his hands back to her bra. She let him turn her over so he could unhook the lacy fabric and pull it from her shoulders.
She was naked now. For the first time in her life she was naked in front of a strange man. She had a moment of panic. There was still time to put a stop to it. Nothing had happened yet and she could tell him she'd made a terrible mistake. She could grab her clothes and get out of here before she committed adultery. She could do all those things, but she did nothing. The brunette lay back on the bed while he leaned over and ran his lips over her wobbling tits.
"Mmmmm, yeah, delicious!" he said as he licked and kissed her huge pinkish-brown nipples.
Her long straight hair framed her face and her creamy skin glistened with perspiration. He closed his lips over one throbbing tit and sucked it until it was stiff. He sucked more of her soft white titflesh into his mouth. He ran his tongue over her inflamed flesh and she moaned at the wonderful sensations.
"Oh, that's so good!" she moaned.
He pulled his mouth off her boob. "Good, huh? Oh, baby, you ain't seen nothing yet!"
He clamped his mouth back down on her big jug and licked his tongue round and round her quivering flesh. He went from one tit to the other and soon both nipples glistened with his saliva.
When he picked his head up he stared down at her pussy. She arched her back and groaned when he pried her cuntlips open. He leaned over and slid a stubby finger inside her gash.
"Good?" he grunted.
"Oh, yes!"
"Wait till my cock gets in there! This is nothing. My prick is gonna make you see stars!"
He drilled his finger in and out of her cunthole. Bonnie squirmed around on the bed and bucked her ass to meet his thrusting digit. Her pussy was a flood of cuntjuice now, and she wanted his cock in her cunt.
She closed her eyes and imagined his cock was in there now. Of course it would be much bigger and would fill her pussy-box. It would expand and contract inside her and rub deliciously against her clit.
She thought about Brad. She felt a moment of guilt, but quickly pushed it from her mind. In the few minutes they had been together Floyd had given her more pleasure than Brad had in a year.
Now she reached for his crotch and caressed his cock through his pants.
"You're a hot little bitch, aren't you?" he laughed. "You can't wait, can you?"
"Oh, God, don't tease me!" she moaned. "Please don't tease me! I'm new at all this!"
"I'll bet! Don't bullshit me, baby. I'll bet you've had half the cocks in town up your snatch!"
She didn't answer him. It was no use arguing and it didn't matter. She didn't care what he thought. All she cared about was the bulge in his fly. All she cared about was getting his zipper down and holding his prick in her hand. All she cared about was having his cock pistoning in and out of her cunt and making her come.
Now he pulled his finger out of her cunthole and leaned over. The brunette knew what he was doing and her heart pounded. For the first time in her life she was going to have her pussy sucked!
"Yes! Yes!" she wailed as he began licking around her hairy wet gash.
Her whole body trembled when she felt his tongue on her pussy. She grabbed his head, afraid he would stop. He licked up some of the slime oozing out of her pussy. He ran his tongue-tip over the thick dark hairs framing her cunt-flaps. She shrieked when he pushed his tongue inside her juiced-up cunthole.
"OH, GOD!" she sobbed, when his tongue slid high up inside her cunt.
She pushed her crotch back at his mouth. How wonderful it felt! How lovely to have a man's mouth sucking at her hungry little pussy!
He sucked up and swallowed down her thick juice. He tongue-fucked her, using his tongue like a little cock. He licked and lapped the walls of her cunt-channel and Bonnie was filled with sensations she had never experienced before.
Spasms of pleasure filled her crotch and she clutched his head with strong fingers. She'd die if he stopped! She had never known this kind of pleasure before and she wanted it to continue forever!
When his tongue flicked over her clit, the brunette rammed her crotch against his face. "Oh, dear God!" she wailed. "OH! OH! OH!"
He sucked her love button between his teeth and flicked it with his tongue. She cried out and felt an orgasm begin to flood her pussy, but then he pulled back.
He raised up and grinned down at her. "Boy, you're some hot number, you know? Does your husband know what a find he has?"
He didn't wait for an answer, but clamped his mouth back down on her snatch. He found her clit again and once more brought her to the edge of ecstasy and then stopped.
"I'm almost there!" she cried. "Make me come, for God's sake! Make me come! Don't stop!"
"What's your hurry?" he chuckled. "We've got all night, baby. All night to make you feel good."
She was past the point of being rational. If he thought she could stay here tonight, that was his problem. She didn't engage the remark now because she was too turned-on to care about anything but relief from the exquisite tension in her pussy. She wanted his cock in her cunt and she was afraid if she made him angry he would stop sucking.
She begged him to bring her off. Again and again he brought her to the brink and then he stopped sucking. She thrashed and squirmed her ass, almost weeping with frustration.
Suddenly he pulled his mouth off her cunt and rose up. His eyes darting over her writhing body, he undressed. She watched him as he stripped, her fingers in her cunt as she rubbed her clit. She realized what she was doing and she pulled her hand away. Then when she saw his grin she put her hand back and purred. He obviously didn't think it was perverted for a woman to touch herself. His eyes smoldered as he watched her play with her pussy.
"That's good, honey, play with the meat," he chuckled. "I love an aggressive woman."
Bonnie giggled to herself. No one had ever called her aggressive before in her life and she loved it. She boldly rammed two fingers inside her cunthole and churned her pussy-juices. It obviously turned Floyd on to watch her and she'd never been so hot in her life.
He was down to his shorts now and she stared at his body. He had a nice flat belly and a muscular chest. What she liked best was the huge bulge in his crotch.
He saw her watching and deliberately teased her. "Do you want to see more, baby?" he chuckled. "Do you want to see the family jewels? Think you deserve it?"
"Yes! Yes! I do!" she giggled, going along with the gag.
He grinned and slipped the shorts off his legs. She stared at his prick. It was thick and crimson and his cockhead leaked cockjuice. Her mouth instinctively started working and she salivated. She could almost taste his cock in her mouth.
God, forgive me! she thought. I want his prick in my mouth!
As if reading her mind, Floyd fisted his cockshaft and pointed his fuckpole at her face. "Suck it!" he hissed.
She hesitated only a moment. Then, her heart beating wildly, she got down off the bed and knelt before him. She ran her tongue lightly over his piss-slit and licked up the thick juice oozing out. It tasted salty but good. Her cunt brazenly exposed, she opened her mouth and sucked his cockhead inside her lips.
"Take it all!" he hissed, his eyes closed, rocking on his heels.
She made a ring of her lips and slid it slowly down his thick cockshaft. He grabbed her head and rammed forward, forcing his cock all the way down her throat.
She gagged, having no experience with her gag-reflex, but he held her firmly and wouldn't let her go. She swallowed hard and forced herself to take his prick deep inside her gullet.
Once she had her gag-reflex under control he began fucking her mouth with hard thrusting strokes. She relaxed and began to enjoy it. It was the first time she had ever had a man's cock in her mouth and she loved it.
God, what I've missed all these years! she thought.
He fucked her face brutally for a few minutes and then he pushed her over onto the bed again. "I'm gonna fuck you now, baby!" he hissed. "Get on your back!"
She loved his aggressiveness and she allowed him to push her over on the bed and drape her legs over his shoulders. Brad had never fucked her in this position and she felt lewdly exposed to his eyes, but she didn't mind. She liked it.
He lay down on top of her and pressed his cock against her cunt-mouth. "Hot, juicy cunt!" he grunted, plunging his prick deep inside her gash with one smooth stroke.
Bonnie groaned and bucked her ass. He pulled his cock out of her cunthole and rubbed his knob over her purplish pussy pulp. Then he forcefully crammed it back inside her hungry snatch.
"Now, let's fuck!" he hissed.
She fucked. She fucked back at his cock with abandon. All her inhibitions were gone. All she cared about was the wonderful feel of his prick ramming in and out of her cunt.
She pumped her ass and felt her cunt-flaps caress his prick. She let herself go and shouted obscenities at him. She would later recall some of the things she had said and she would blush, but now she fucked his cock like a bitch-dog in heat.
He started out slowly, but soon built up speed. He fucked her faster and deeper, his cock making squishing sounds as it slid up her twat. His balls slapped wetly against her asscheeks and his shaft rasped deliciously against her throbbing clit.
"Hot tight pussy!" he grunted. "Hot tight fucking pussy! You love it, don't you, bitch? You love my cock stretching your cunt?"
"Yes, I love it!" she shrieked. "I love it! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
He fucked her brutally, sending hot waves of pleasure coursing through her body. He fucked her hard and deep and the brunette loved every forceful thrust.
When she felt herself begin to come, she arched her back and wrapped her arms around his neck. "I'm coming!" she moaned, deep in her throat. "Oh, God, I'm coming! I'm coming!"
Her body convulsed, her cunt spasming around his fuckpole. She felt his hot thick jism pour into her cunthole. She heard him growl as he blasted his hot lava inside her snatch. He plunged his prick in and out of her cunt until his balls were drained and then he collapsed on top of her.
They lay there together until his breathing became regular again and then he pulled his limp cock out of her fucked-out cunt. She turned to look at him. She wanted a good look at the man who had introduced her to fucking. Because she knew that her life would never again be the same. Never again would she accept a quick fuck from Brad or anyone else. She would accept nothing less than what she had just gotten from a virtual stranger who didn't give a damn about her. Brad loved her and he gave her nothing near this much pleasure.
She rose up from the bed and dressed. He tried to persuade her to stay, but she told him she couldn't.
"Do you want the job?" he said through half closed eyes.
"No."
He smiled. "I'm glad. I make it a practice never to fuck girls who work for me and I'd rather fuck you."
She laughed. "I'm glad too. I had a lovely time tonight."
She told him not to phone her, that she'd get in touch with him. She had no intention of jeopardizing her marriage by getting calls from strange men at home. Then she left the apartment.
She crept down the hall and pushed the button for the elevator.
"Well, well, my dear. Fancy seeing you here?"
It was Gordon Summerhill, Brad's boss. Bonnie felt herself blush and was happy when the elevator arrived. They got in together, his eyes on her tits and a big grin on his face.
He stared at her with knowing eyes and she stammered something about visiting a sick friend, but she knew he didn't believe her. Well, too bad, she thought. But I won't worry about it now. I'll worry later.
She hurried to her car and drove home, determined to fix Brad an especially good dinner.