Chapter 3
When Blanche woke up the following morning she did two things. She stretched and vaguely recalled what had gone on the night before. Stephanie had stayed a long time, Blanche wasn't quite sure how late it was when she finally left.
The second thing she did was to look at her alarm clock. She jumped out of bed without bothering to take a shower or eating breakfast. She threw on some clothes and drove down to the mill as fast as she could. She was almost two hours late and her boss was not the kind of man she liked to take liberties with for several very good reasons.
Harold Schlumberg was fifty years old, in good shape for his age, drank a little too much about three times a week and was married to a woman who had the sexual attraction of a sack of potatoes. He slept with other women whenever he got the opportunity.
Blanche had been his secretary for three years and he liked her. She was good and she was also good-looking. That particular morning he was wearing a light blue leisure suit with an equally unattractive shirt and tie and he was also pacing up and down in his well-appointed office when Blanche burst in through the door."
I'm terribly sorry, Mr. Schlumberg, I forgot to set the alarm last night," she said, visibly nervous.
He gave her a cold, hard stare. "The phones have been ringing all morning, customers can't get through and we're back-ordered up to our ears. There are at least three very important letters that should have gone out first thing this morning."
"I'm... I'm very sorry. It won't happen again," she said as she sat down, her steno pad on her lap, ready to take some dictation.
Harold sat on the edge of his desk. "Blanche, you're a good secretary."
"Thank you."
He looked at her and liked what he saw-the outline of her breasts beneath her blouse, a little bit of inner thigh showing and he had an idea.
"This is the third time this month that this has happened."
"I'll buy another alarm clock this evening."
"You know, I have to make excuses for you when you're late Blanche."
"I appreciate that."
"But it puts me in a difficult position."
"I can imagine."
"Can you?"
"I think so."
"I have to make all sorts of excuses for you and frankly, sometimes when I'm asked, if she's late all the time why do you keep her, I don't really have a good answer. It reflects on me. I have a family to support and you know how little patience some people in the organization have."
"I've heard stories."
"More than likely, they're true."
"It won't happen again, I promise."
Schlumberg sat down at his desk.
"Blanche, I hate to do this, believe me I do but I'm going to have to let you go."
"Oh no, you can't," she said, standing up and walking over so that she was standing alongside of him.
"Why can't I?"
"Because I need this job. Everybody's late once in a while."
"If you ever took the time to read it, company policy states that lateness, other than for medical emergencies, is grounds for instant dismissal when it occurs three times within one calendar month."
Blanche was very nervous. Good jobs were scarce. It was her own fault, she knew that and she also knew that there was always a way out.
"I'd do anything if you could overlook it, just this one time," she said.
"Oh really? What could you possible do for me?" Blanche walked over and locked the door. Then she stood in the middle of the room and slowly unbuttoned her blouse and draped it over the back of her chair which was in front of Schlumberg's desk.
Reaching around in back of her she unhooked her bra and let it slide down her arms. She stood erect, her breasts jutting forward.
"How am I doing so far?" she asked.
"Are you trying to bribe me?"
"Yes."
"Keep talking Blanche."
She sat down in her chair. "Come over here, stand in front of me." Schlumberg took off his jacket and did that. Blanche ran her hands up and down the back of his legs and saw that the bulge between his legs was getting bigger.
"You do that very nicely."
"When was the last time you wife gave you a good blow job?"
"That's none of your business." In actuality, Schlumberg's wife had never given him a blow job, good or otherwise.
"Would you like one?"
"I always like a good one."
"Do we have a deal?"
The sharp intake of his breath was the answer she had wanted to hear.
Blanche had sucked cocks before and while she didn't exactly like it, she didn't find it particularly repulsive. She more or less looked at it as a change of pace.
Schlumberg reached down and rubbed her breasts, pinching her nipples, getting them hard, his eyes wide, his hands busy, trying to feel her as much as he could in a short time.
"Like that?" she asked.
"I always wondered what they felt like."
"Now you know."
Blanche undid his belt buckle and unsnapped his pants and let them fall to the floor along with his shorts. His cock sprang to life and she looked at it.
"I've never done this before he now admitted. "Will it be good?"
"It will be."
Blanche sat on the edge of her chair and reached out so she could caress his balls. Then she nuzzled her nose into his pubic hairs.
She stuck out her tongue as far as it could go so she could balance his balls and lick them at the same time. She stroked his cock up and down before she ran the flat of her tongue up and down the sensitive underside of his rod.
Schlumberg watched with growing excitement as she swirled her tongue around the head of his cock, making it glisten and shine from her saliva.
Then she opened her mouth and took him into her dark, warm cavern. Closing her eyes, she moved her head forwards, taking as much of his cock as she could, her hands still in his balls.
Schlumberg began to rock back and forth on his feet as she mouth fucked him, squeezing his thickness with her lips, trying to get him as excited as possible, trying to get a little pleasure for herself at the same time.
Her mouth was filled with his meat and she used her teeth to scrape the sides of his cock, trying to do anything and everything.
Schlumberg had never experienced anything like it in his life. Her sucking, her breathing which filled the office and her jiggling breasts excited him beyond his wildest dreams and imaginations.
For someone who didn't do it that often, Blanche was an excellent cocksucker. She twisted her head around and applied constant pressure to his balls, teasing and pleasing them at the same time.
"Oh, oh," he moaned.
Then he shot his load of come into her mouth. Blanche swallowed and sucked for more. Schlumber's balls emptied themselves into her sucking mouth and Blanche waited until she was sure he was empty before she finally leaned back, letting his shrinking prick fall out of her mouth. The taste of his jism was heavy in her mouth. She put on her bra and blouse as Schlumberg hitched up his pants and tucked in his shirt.
"Well?" she asked.
Schlumberg sat behind his desk and shuffled some papers around. "Very nice."
"Nice enough so that we might do it again?"
"Yes, but not right now, I'm wasted."
"Shit!" said Blanche.
"What's the matter?"
"I just realized something."
"What?"
"I didn't have any breakfast."
"Come will never hurt you," said Schlumberg as he put on his glasses.
"Can I go to the cafeteria? I'll only be five minutes. Pretty please?"
"Oh, all right."
"Thanks, I appreciate it."
"Not as much as I did."
By the time she got back, the taste of Schlumberg's cream was out of her mouth and she got down to work, mostly typing letters, answering the telephone, making appointments and by the end of the day when the whistle blew and everyone piled out of the mill, Blanche had to stay an hour later in order to catch up on some work that had to be done.
Alone in the office, she figured it was worth it. Sucking a cock every now and then made her appreciate how good it was to suck on a nice pussy.
Schlumberg wasn't all that bad of a guy and it didn't take him that long to come, so it wasn't really all that much of a big deal.
The only thing she had to worry about was the possibility that he would turn it into a weekly thing. As she typed her letter she decided that if he got too greedy she could always bring him up on sexual harassment charges or probably the mere threat of it would be enough to make him stop.
There was always his wife and she very quickly came to the conclusion that she had him where the hairs were short and that if he tried anything too cute she'd land on him like a ton of bricks.
Before she left, she made a telephone call."
Mind if I stop by?" No, I'm at work, I'm leaving now... Bye."
On the other end, Stephanie hung up and thought she heard something strange in Blanch's voice. Oh well, wasn't the first time.