Chapter 3
Angie woke to find that her period had finished and it was the brightest morning of her life. Even her name was new as she had decided to drop Angelica as being too virginal and innocent sounding.
But there were to be other, more important changes. Within a couple of days, her apartment would be ready. Clay was paying the rent for it for the first year and his wife was helping her furnish it and make it comfortable.
She was invited to spend the evening at their house and that, she decided would be the biggest change of all. She sensed that she would go to bed with both of them and that she would never be the same after.
As she dressed, she wondered what it would be like to press her face into a woman's crotch and suck and lick her cunt. Angie guessed there would be other acts as well and wondered what they would be and whether she would enjoy them all. The thought made her tremble so that she had difficulty fitting her lush breasts into the cups of her bra.
At the office, Clay greeted her warmly and she saw an exciting light in his eyes as he asked whether her period was finished and she told him it was. Both knew what that meant, but neither said anything about it and she wondered how excited he was.
When he went into his private office, Clay left the door open and she knew he was looking under her open front desk to see her thighs. She did nothing to hide them and as the morning passed and excitement kept growing for her, she raised the hem of her dress higher and gradually parted her thighs until she felt sure Clay could see the crotch of her panties.
Once, while he was talking on the phone and she saw his glance focus on her crotch, she put a hand there and rubbed gently, a look of passion on her face in case he happened to look in that direction.
Finishing the phone call, he told her he had to go out for a while and would be back after lunch. As he did, he rubbed at the front of his pants and called her a teasing bitch, but he said it with a grin and she gave him a warm smile in reply.
Clay returned to the office shortly after two and called her into his office. He closed the door behind her and she smelled that he had included drinks with his lunch, something unusual for him since he tended to save his drinking for evening hours. Despite his enjoyment of sex play, during business hours he tended to stick to business, the care and handling of his empire which he could cash in for millions at any time he chose.
But business was the furthest thing from his mind as he took Angie in his arms and kissed her with such passion that she felt the kiss right in her crotch and in her tummy.
When the kiss ended after her buttocks had been well fondled and her tummy had rubbed against the hard bulge of his erection, he went to sit on the couch and surprised her by having her stand in front of him.
"All right, Angie," he told her with a strange look on his face, "you teased me with your panties this morning, now do it again. Pull your dress up nice and slowly, all the way to your waist. I'm going to have a good look at your pretty little panties this time."
Trembling, wondering whether he was going to take her right there on the couch in the office, Angie took the hem of her dress in both hands and pulled it slowly upward, over the expanded tops of her nylons, then up over lush thighs, thighs which could have made her Miss America. When her panties came into view, she jerked the garment all the way up to her waist.
Angie posed that way for a little while, wondering why he didn't touch her, then she turned slowly around to show him a little of her magnificently rounded buttocks the sheer nylon panties covered.
She felt his hands then, but they were not fondling her as she had expected. Instead, they were pulling her panties down, all the way down until they were at her feet and he helped her step out of them.
Clay got up then and had her lie on her back on the couch, making her sure she was going to get then what she hadn't expected until they reached his home. On command, she bent her knees up and opened her hot crotch wide. Below the bushy crown of her mons veneris, her crotch was hairless and smooth, pink lips neat and smooth, seeming to pout a little as though silently begging for something to come between them and stretch them wide apart.
The man got on the couch then and she groaned as she saw him licking his lips. As his tongue moved between them, she wanted to cry out for him to lick that way down in her crotch, between her tender pink lips which were already working in a sucking motion.
She watched as his face approached her crotch, then she felt an exhalation of moist, warm breath right on her organ, his open mouth within an inch of it.
And then, to her surprise and frustration, the face drew back, a devilish grin on it. Kneeling up, he opened his fly, reached inside and, after a brief pause, pulled out his beautiful big penis. Still grinning, he pulled the foreskin farther back from the big head to reveal the pink neck of it.
"Want some, Angie?" he asked as he waved the hard rod at her and smiled. "Want to feel this big, still cock stretching your almost virginal little cunt?"
"Yes," she panted, "yes. Oh Jesus how I want it. I've never felt this way in my life. Oh Clay, I'm out of my mind. Give it to me. Stuff it into my cunt and fuck me until I die." As she groaned the words, her naked behind bounced up and down on the couch.
He lowered himself onto her, slowly, the head of his tool hitting her sensitive, silken inner thighs, then he put a hand between them and guided his organ downward so that it touched between the satiny globes of her buttocks.
Holding it, Clay drew it up slowly, all the way up, the velvet head rubbing her pouting lips until it reached the foliage of her generously fleshed mount of love. After it rubbed there, causing him to shudder as her belly fleece tickled the sensitive head, Clay sent it slowly back down to the center of her warm slit, gave a slow push and stretched her tight aperture as the head pushed in. He left if there for about a minute, then groaned as he pulled it out and knelt in her wide open crotch.
"Jesus, what a sweet, tight little cunt," he told her, then put his stiff tool back in his pants. "What a pity I'm going to have to wait until this evening to get my prick into it."
"Oh no," she groaned in frustration, "give it to me now, Clay. Fuck me, don't leave me like this. I can't stand it."
"You did your teasing when I was on the phone this morning," he told her as he picked up her panties and tossed them to her. "I did mine just now. Cover up that sweet little pussy before it catches cold."
Angie groaned again and rubbed her thighs together, then his grin became infectious and despite the gnawing frustration, she was able to laugh.
"Damn you, Clay," she said as she pulled her panties on and snugged them around her, "you're a sadist."
"Think so?" he asked, his grin widening. "Wait until you're lying across my thighs tonight and I'm spanking that beautiful ass of yours. I'll make you like it too, I'll make you into a lovely masochist. Have you ever had your ass spanked?"
"No. Do you really mean that?"
"Of course I do. I wouldn't lie to you, Angie. My wife loves to have her bottom spanked until her cheeks glow and tingle. You'll learn to like that too. Now be a good girl, go back to your desk and do lots of work. Five o'clock isn't that far off."
"This time, her smile was weak and accompanied by a groan as she faced the prospect of spending a long two hours at her desk, her body hungry for sex, even if that brand of sex included a spanking. She wondered if it would make her cry, but decided not to ask.
"Oh Angie," he called as she left the office, leaving the door open behind her, "come back a minute, there's something I forgot to tell you."
She returned, wondering what new goodie he had to tease her with.
"What I forgot to tell you is that we're going home now. Bette's waiting for us and she's every bit as horny as you are and as I am. Let's go."
Her face lit up and she gave a little squeal of delight as he patted the seat of her dress, picked up his jacket and slung it over his shoulder.
On the way out, they stopped at the desk of the office manager, a stout, stern looking woman in her forties. As he spoke to her, Angie saw clearly the big bulge of erection in his pants and saw the woman look at it too. Angie guessed he wanted her to see it, wanted her to know that he was taking his secretary to bed and it was for that reason that he'd slung his jacket over his shoulder rather than wear it.
"I'll be gone for the rest of the day and so will Angie," he told the woman and Angie saw that the bulge in his pants was throbbing. "Have the switchboard stop all calls, you can take any that have to be taken."
"Shall I call you in case of anything important, or will you be too ... uh ... busy?" the woman asked with a look at Angie who was blushing.
"If you can think of anything more important than I'm going to be doing, go ahead, but you'll know what to expect if you make any mistakes."
"What was that threat all about?" Angie asked as they walked to the parking lot.
"About a spanking or perhaps a strapping."
"But my God, she looks like such a tyrant. I can't imagine her submitting to that."
"It's all a matter of learning how to use people, Clay told her as he held open the door of the Lincoln for her. "She--likes to spank tender young female bums. With my permission, from time to time she's able to trap some young woman in a situation where she has no alternative but to accept a spanking. When it happens, she takes the girl into my private office with the intercom turned on. I sit at your desk and listen. Sometimes I get so horny that I jerk myself off while I'm listening to her spanking that tender bare ass."
"But do you think she'd let you spank her? She doesn't look the type."
"She has already submitted. I had her stay on after work one day and told her that if she was to continue to have my permission to spank, then she would have to submit to one herself. She didn't like it, but she took off her dress and slip, then she was peeling her corselet down her big behind.
"Christ, what an exciting big butt she has. I took her over my lap and spanked her, then made her bend over with her hands on my desk and I gave her a bit of a strapping with my doubled belt. When I finished, I took my cock out and was going to slip it up her cunt, but she told me she was a virgin. I pushed my cock between her red ass cheeks, found her hole and ass fucked her instead."
"God, what an amazing man you are, Clay," she said with admiration as he wheeled the big car out of the parking lot.
"And what an amazing woman you're going to be, if you want to."
"I want to, Clay," she told him and he drove fast towards his home where Bette awaited their arrival, her panties so hot that they threatened to melt.