Chapter 16
Blanche stood. "Now I want you to pay careful attention, Harold. I don't do this for everybody."
"You have my undivided attention. See? I've even fixed the telephone so it won't ring."
"You think of everything."
"By the time you're undressed I probably will have," he said.
Blanche began by kicking off her shoes. Then she slowly unbuttoned her blouse, pulling it out of the waistband of her skirt.
Her breasts threatened to spill out from the cups of her pink bra as she draped her blouse over the back of a chair. Then she unzipped her skirt, let it fall to the carpeted floor and stepped out of it.
"Like it so far?" she asked.
"I'm enthralled."
Blanche reached around her so she could unsnap her bra and let it slide down her arms. It joined the blouse and skirt on the chair. She hooked her thumbs into the elastic that supported her panties and slid them down her thighs, throwing them in front of him, shoulders back, breasts jutting forward, proudly, defiantly.
"Well?" she asked.
"Blanche you are really built."
"Thanks and if all I'm going to have to do is stand here this'll be a lot easier than I thought it was going to be," she said.
"No, you might have to do something more than stand but it won't be all that bad."
"I'll do anything you want and I'll do it any way," she said, beginning to get excited, her nipples hardening.
"That's what I like to hear."
Schlumberg came around from behind his desk so he could rub her breasts. Then he sat down in a leather easy chair and sucked on her nipples while he ran his hands up and down the backs of her legs, feeling her buttocks, his cock getting hard.
He kissed her stomach and began to rub her cunt, paying special attention to her slit, playing with it, sticking his middle finger up into her so he could finger fuck her.
Blanche began to pant and move her pelvis around as she got more and more excited, rubbing his shoulders, getting off on the fact that she was naked and he was fully clothed.
"Lay down, Blanche," said Schlumberg.
"Just a straight fuck? You sure you don't want an appetizer first?"
"Oh, I'll have an appetizer all right. It's been a long time since I've had something as nice as this. I'd almost forgotten."
Blanche was getting turned on and she rubbed her cunt to keep up her level of excitement, wondering what Schlumberg was going to do to her.
"Help yourself."
"I intend to."
Schlumberg laid down on the floor between her raised legs and scrunched his hand in under her buttocks so he could lift her up a little.
He didn't waste any time with bullshit. Instead he mashed his mouth hard against her cunt and thrust his tongue as far up into her pussy as he could, twisting his face all over her, filling his mouth with her deliciously tasting, hairy cunt.
Blanche got very excited very quickly and started to squirm around, wriggling as his tongue massaged her love button and drove her towards an orgasm.
"Oh, oh, oh," she panted.
Schlumberg was as happy as a hog in shit. He held onto her buttocks as he gave her a good licking and sucking, his cock hard between his legs, straining to get out.
He wanted it to last and couldn't remember the last time he had eaten such a good tasting pussy. Lubrication smeared his lips and cheeks as Blanche began to thrash around, barely able to control herself.
"AAAARRRGHHHH," she yelled.
Cream streamed down the length of her cunt canal into Schlumberg's waiting, sucking mouth. Blanche dug her hands into the thick pile carpeting and came a second time, thick juice going into Schlumberg's mouth.
He kept on sucking her until he had his fill. Then he stood up and licked his lips before he reached down and helped Blanche up.
"Sit in the chair," he panted.
"You really know how to eat a girl," said Blanche breathlessly.
"I'm a little out of shape."
"Take down your pants and tell me that. Maybe I'll believe you then."
Schlumberg dropped his pants and his prick sprang to life, his balls already high and tight inside of their protective sack.
"I don't believe you," said Blanche.
"Give me a good sucking."
"I intend to."
Like Schlumberg, Blanche didn't waste any time at all. She opened her mouth and took the head of his cock into her warm, dark cavern, her hands on his balls, teasing and pleasing them at the same time.
She moved her head forwards as far as she could, her mouth filled with his meat and then she began to move it backwards, giving him a good sucking.
Her nostrils flared as she mouth fucked him, wondering if he was going to come there, not really caring where he did as long as he gave it to her.
Schlumberg had a better place to deposit his jism so he let Blanche suck on him for about seven or eight minutes before he stepped back, letting his rock hard cock fall out of her mouth.
"Lean over the chair arm," he said huskily.
The chair was thick and padded, made of brown leather, and the arms were wide so that Blanche was easily able to bend over at the waist, her stomach comfortably resting on one of the arms.
Schlumber got behind her, took his stiff prick in one of his hands and ran it up and down the length of her cunt slit before he found the entrance to her pussy and slid it up into her.
It was warm, wet and tight and he didn't stop until his pubic hairs were pressing against Blanche's rounded, soft buttocks.
"Ooooooh, it feels good," she panted.
Her breasts hung down and Blanche turned around so she could watch as Schlumberg withdrew his prick until only the head was inside of her.
Then he started to fuck her hard and fast, not wasting any time at all, getting right down to serious business, rocking back and forth on his feet, his hands holding her hips tightly.
He put all of his weight behind each and every thrust he made up into her, completely burying his cock each time, his pelvis banging off of her buttocks, jarring her.
Blanche breathed through an open mouth, sucking the air to her starving lungs as fast as she could, her eyes closed, her head now hanging down, tension beginning to form in every part of her body.
"Oh, oh, oh," she gasped.
Schlumberg kept up a hard, fast, steady pace, stabbing her pussy with his prick, feeling the head spread the walls of her cunt.
Blanche felt it, too, and she knew she was going to come soon. The feeling of tension and pressure was increasing with each and every thrust Schlumberg made in to her and she knew she was going to explode.
He continued to lunge in and out of her, not really caring if anyone passed by the locked office door and heard what were obviously fucking sounds, intent on getting the most he could out of the situation, not knowing when he would have another opportunity.
"AAAGGGHHHH, cried Blanche when she came.
Cream flooded her cunt canal and lubricated it and made it easier for Schlumberg to fuck her. Some of it began to seep out from between her pleasure swollen cunt lips and dribble down her inner thighs, leaving an opaque, snail-like trail behind.
Soon Schlumber's pubic hairs were sopped with her hot, thick cream and his balls were beginning to tighten up inside their protective sack so he put on a burst of speed and gave it everything he could, going for the finish line like a sprinter.
His nuts went blindingly numb a second before he came. He salvoed a load of burning jism up into the far reaches of her pussy.
Blanche felt it hit her, bathe and coat her cunt canal and it was enough to make her have a second orgasm. Schlumberg's balls spat another load of jism up into her and their come mixed together, deep inside her seething pussy.
Blanche writhed around, surrendering herself to her passion and her excitement, wiggling her ass around, trying to do everything and anything that would make it more exciting for her.
Then Schlumberg's balls were finally empty and they hung loose inside their sack. He was breathing very hard and he came to a quick stop, keeping his cock inside of her until it was limp and useless. Then he pulled it out and released a lot of bottled up cream which dripped out from between her lips.
He hastily pulled up his pants, stuffed his prick into them and sat down behind his desk. His heart was racing and he knew his blood pressure must be sky high.
Blanche eased herself around so that she was able to slouch in the chair, her eyes glazed with satisfaction, her breasts rising and falling rapidly on her chest, the nipples still hard and erect.
It took them both a fair amount of time before they caught their breath and Blanche looked at Schlumberg in a way she had never looked at him before.
"You know, for an old guy, you fuck pretty well," she said honestly.
"I'm not that old Blanche."
"You're certainly not in your twenties."
"No, I'm not."
"I'll bet your wife has no complaints."
"You'd be surprised at some of the things my wife complains about."
"That bad, huh?"
"Frankly, it's just about as bad as it can get."
"It's beginning to make sense to me now."
"What is?"
"The fact that you used your power over me in order to have sex with me."
"I didn't force you, you did it on your own free will," he corrected.
"But there were insinuations as to what would happen if I didn't."
"No, there were alternatives and I'm surprised you didn't file charges against me. You could have gotten me first. Do you realize that?"
"I was aware of it, yes."
"So why didn't you?" he asked.
"That's an interesting question," she admitted. "Do you have an interesting answer?"
Blanche was forced to look inside of herself. In spite of the fact that she didn't do it that often she was not uncomfortable doing it. She fished a cigarette out of her purse, lit it and wondered if Schlumberg still had a hard on and if he was going to fuck her again.
"Because it turned me on. A lot of things turn me on," said Blanche.
"Like what?"
"Like getting fucked in an office. That's why I never bothered to report you."
Schlumberg shook his head. "People never cease to amaze me."
Blanche stubbed out her cigarette and ran her hands over her breasts. Then she stood up, the idea that she just had thrilling her, turning her on, getting her cunt wet and moist.
She went around to the back of Schlumberg's swivel chair and turned it so he was facing away from the door to the office.
Then she got down on her knees between his legs and fished out his half hard cock, holding it in the palm of her hand while she licked the head, swirling the flat of her tongue all around it, making it glisten and shine from her saliva.
Schlumberg watched intently, believing but also not believing in another way what she was doing. His cock was stiff and his head was spinning.
Blanche played with his balls for a while, thrilling as she felt them stir inside their protective sack and then she started to suck on him.
She moved her head up and down along the length of his prick, filling her mouth with his hard meat, getting more and more excited.
She massaged her love button with the tip of her middle forger, sending hot flashes of pleasure and excitement all over her body.
Her nostrils flared as she moved her head up and down his prick faster and faster, using her lips to squeeze his thickness while her free hand continued to tease and please his balls.
Blanche's breasts heaved up and down on her chest as she got more and more excited. She applied more pressure to her love button before she began to give herself a good forger fucking.
Schlumber sat back and watched as she twisted her head all around, her eyes closed, totally engrossed in the pleasure she was deriving.
Then she came and thick, hot cream seeped out of her pussy and ran down her cunt canal and began to dribble out from between her cunt lips, staining her inner thighs.
She thrilled as she felt the silky smooth head of Schlumberg's prick rub against the roof of her mouth and she knew he was going to come soon.
He didn't disappoint her either, suddenly releasing, his balls going blindingly numb the second before he spurted into her sucking mouth.
She felt his jism hit her tongue, roll over and under it before she swallowed and sucked for more. Schlumberg salvoed once more before his nuts had finally emptied themselves into her.
Blanche licked the head of his prick then, her body glowing with satisfaction before she finally stood up and patted him on his head.
Then she quickly put on her clothes and quickly ran a comb through her hair while Schlumberg stuffed his cock back into his pants and zipped up his fly. Then Blanche unlocked the door to the office and lit another cigarette and sat down in front of him, demurely crossing her legs and looking at him.
"Like that?" she asked."
Yes."
"Does your wife give good blow-jobs?"
"No. She doesn't give bad ones either. As a matter of fact I can honestly say that my wife has never sucked my cock, ever."
"She doesn't know what she's missing."
"I tried to tell her that once."
"And?"
"I got a forty minute lecture."
"On?"
"The immorality of cock-sucking."
"That must have been exciting."
"Actually it did turn me on, "he said.
"Is she a good fuck?"
"Not particularly. She just sort of lies there and waits for me to come."
"Does she come?"
"Not that I'm aware of."
"Gee, she sounds like a lot of fun, Harold."
"Oh, she's great all right."
"Why stick with her? You're not that old, handsome in a way, you could get yourself another woman."
"Have you ever gone through a divorce proceeding?" asked Schlumberg.
"Yes."
"Was it messy."
"Not particularly."
"You were lucky."
"In a way, I suppose I was," admitted Blanche as she stubbed out her cigarette.
"I wouldn't be so lucky, I'm afraid."
"I see. So you're more or less stuck with her."
"Oh, I could get out of it. It all depends on how much money I want to spend."
"Or how badly you want to get your cock sucked."
"Yes, that would enter into it, too. I imagine that there are a lot of attractive women out there who would oblige me in that respect."
"I don't know of any who don't," said Blanche.
"If you happen to run across any, I don't suppose you would uh... "
"Fix you up?"
"If it wouldn't be too much trouble."
"If the situation arises and I can do it, I certainly will," said Blanche, "although I have a very small circle of friends.."
"Well, if you come across something, I'd appreciate it," said Schlumberg.
"Give me a raise?"
"I think that could be arranged. You're a very good worker Blanche."
"And a good cock sucker, too?" she asked.
"An excellent cock sucker."
"It's because I like to suck on things."
"Let me ask you something."
"Okay."
"Why did you suck on me just now?"
"Well, I figured I was going to be late again sometime," she said.
"I don't understand."
"I just wanted to make a down payment. is that all right with you?"
Schlumberg smiled. "Anytime, Blanche, anytime."