Chapter 2
Sitting at her desk, Alice Dearbourne watched in stunned fascination as Gary Webster and a young girl made their way into the supply room and closed the door.
Alice sat perfectly motionless, staring at the supply room door for an indeterminate time. It was almost as if she'd been hypnotized. The realization that there could be only one logical reason for Gary Webster and the girl to slip together into the small room slowly pervaded her consciousness.
Rising quickly, she walked across the room toward the door. The agitated young accountant was gradually becoming aware once more of that gnawing trepidation that had crept over her yesterday during her drive from the train station with Tom Gainsborough. It was that same uneasiness that had been magnified during her brief encounter with Gary Webster and Jack Higgins and had continued to haunt her through a sleepless night of trying to adjust to her new surroundings.
By the time Alice reached the door her heart was pounding. Now she stopped, gasping for breath, and crept the last few steps, feeling suddenly very guilty about her own still unacknowledged motives. She glanced nervously about, making sure no one else was around. Then she put her hand on the door knob, turned it slowly, and opened the door just a crack, hearing the first sounds from inside. With a muffled gasp, Alice stopped motionless where she stood, her voluptuous body trembling as she pressed her ear to the crack.
"Ooohhhhhhhh!" a feminine voice cried. "No, Mr. Webster! We can't. Not here in the supply room!"
"Shhhhhhhhh. Just cool it, Debbie," he soothed excitedly.
Then for a moment there was silence, disturbed only by a soft rustling and barely audible breathing. The sudden squeal that followed almost made Alice jump. Catching her own breath, she opened the door a little further. Oh God, were they fucking? They must be ... right here in the office? It was terrible!
"Oh, Mr. Webster," the girl purred softly from inside, again prompting Alice to pause. "Oh, I like it so much ... I like it so much when you put your finger down there ... ooooohhh! Yes! Like that!"
"Then loosen up," Webster said in a trembling voice. "And spread 'em a little wider so I can reach you."
"Ohhhh! Mr. Webster, please don't go any further than that," the girl pleaded. "Please! I can't stand it!"
Alice stiffened in shock again at the next statement.
"I wanna fuck you so bad, Debbie!"
"No! We can't...."
"Yes, we can. I want to shove this big thing all the way up your cunt!"
Alice thought her face must be flushing in anger and embarrassment at hearing the lewdest word in the English language being used by this older man in the presence of the innocent young secretary. Again she couldn't help but recall the lewd look on Gary Webster's face when she had first met him yesterday. Something about it had almost made her skin crawl, yet in a perverse manner she had been undeniably thrilled by it. And now she knew! Gary Webster had looked at her the way a man would look at a woman he wanted to fuck. What she had seen, what had stunned her and placed her so terribly off her guard, had been sheer, unadulterated lust. Again she remembered what Tom Gainsborough had told her about his being a real ladies' man, and now she found herself imagining him fucking all kinds of women, maybe every woman in the whole office! And in spite of the natural indignation Alice felt at the lewd sounds issuing from within the supply room, she couldn't quell the sudden desires, the hot thrills that welled up boundlessly in her hugely heaving tits, causing a constricting lump to rise in her throat.
"Ooooohhhhh! Mr. Webster ... ooohhhhh!"
Swallowing hard, Alice continued standing there, her darkly furred cunt aching madly. I've got to see what they're doing! she thought and cracked the door wide enough that she could peer into the dark interior of the small room.
For the first few moments, she could distinguish almost nothing. Then, gradually her eyes adjusted to the dim light and she saw inside the small and cluttered supply room. The greater part of the junk that filled the small space appeared to have been piled and jammed up against the walls to clear the center area where a big red blanket had been laid out! But no sooner had the darkened room become distinguishable in Alice's vision than she wished she could blot out the sight before her from her eyes.
Gary Webster and the young secretary, Debbie, lay on the blanket on the floor. From what she'd already heard, Alice had been prepared to find them involved in serious kissing and petting, but she wasn't at all ready for the lewd sight that greeted her! They were almost naked-the voluptuous young girl might as well have been completely stripped for all the protection her clothing afforded her.
She was lying on her back on the blanket, her flawless young body squirming in frenzied response to the fevered caresses of the older man who was in the process of mounting her. The young secretary's sweater had been pulled from her waist and bunched up beneath her armpits above the gentle rise of her hotly quivering titties, each peaked by a berry-like nipple. Her skirt was pulled up to her waist and her skimpy white panties had been pulled halfway down her thighs so that even in the dingy shadows Alice could catch a glimpse of the sparsely curling wisps of blonde pussyhairs.
Gary Webster's shirt had been unbuttoned and it fell open down the front, revealing his smooth muscular chest, and now to her even greater shock, Alice could see him roll onto his side and reach down to start fumbling with the zipper of his pants!
"No, Mr. Webster," the girl moaned in helpless protest as the older man planted kisses down the silky softness of her neck and over the whitely billowing mounds of her quivering tits.
Then the shocked brunette almost gasped aloud as the older man opened the fly of his pants and freed his hugely throbbing cock, already looming in an eager hard-on as it sprang out before her rapt gaze.
"Here, Debbie," he groaned. "Feel it. Feel how big my prick is!"
"Ohh! Ohhhhhhhh!"
The reluctant young secretary struggled futilely as the older man took hold of her wrist and pulled her hand downward, at the same time taking one of her tautly swollen nipples in his mouth and apparently biting down on it so hard that her whole lewdly exposed body contorted in response.
Then, spellbound, Alice watched the young blonde's smoothly curved asscheeks begin to squirm sensuously down into the blanket, listened to her loud, impassioned sighs as her fingers wrapped tightly around the obscenely throbbing hardness of Gary Webster's cock.
"Oh, Mr. Webster! It's so big and hard ... I've never felt anything like this in my life, ever!"
The older man groaned, his face contorting visibly in the darkness as the now aroused young girl began to move her hand in a smooth stroking motion up and down the length of his painfully jerking prick, causing it to swell to even greater rigidity in response to the lewd teasing.
The pruriently spying woman couldn't take her eyes off the hugely pulsing cock. The sight of his naked prick gripped her, rendering her helpless to resist the little surges of forbidden desire that were coursing wickedly through her own hotly trembling cunt. How long had it been since she herself had felt a man's warm, throbbing hardness in her hand? she wondered. It might have been days, instead of just yesterday? She'd been turned off by sex since she'd first begun to feel that her marriage was breaking up, and now that that was all over she wanted, emotionally, not to have anything to do with men. But there was a physical part of her that defied all emotion. She was a healthy young woman, and she had needs that were difficult to suppress. Her hot little pussy was now beginning to respond in spite of all her shock and indignation at the obscene fucking taking place in the storage room before her. And though she knew she should prevent it, go in and stop them, she couldn't make herself move. She was paralyzed by her own wanton fascination with the lewdly compelling display.
Then Alice's strained breathing became even more desperate as she saw Gary Webster's tormenting hands move back down to the young girl's white silk panties, working them slowly down her firm, shapely legs and over her feet until her entire lower torso was left nakedly exposed to his lewdly groping touch.
"Please, Mr. Webster! Please don't do that," the young blonde secretary whimpered, shaking her head from side to side, yet still not ceasing the tantalizing stroking motion of her fingers up and down the eagerly twitching hardness of his cock.
"Do you love me?" he asked in a quivering voice.
"You know I love you, Mr. Webster. You know you're the only man I've ever wanted. But I can't let you do it to me. I can't let you do it."
Suddenly the older man jerked away from her and propped himself up almost to a sitting position, staring down angrily as she gazed back in helpless supplication.
"If you love me, you'll do it."
"I do love you, Mr. Webster. But I'm a virgin. I've never let anybody fuck my pussy! And anyway, your prick is too big. I could never take it. I just couldn't, ever."
"I'll do it to you real easy," he said, a grin coming over his face as he leaned down toward her and kissed her on the lips. His hand brushed gently over her softly trembling young tits, then trailed slowly down her belly and reached over the short skirt gathered into a small bundle at her waist. A moment later his fingers darted up between her open-splayed thighs and began caressing the nakedly defenseless slit of her virginal pussy.
"Oh! Ohhhhhhhh, Mr. Webster!" the young secretary moaned in abandonment as he began to rapidly stroke her blondely-furred cunt up and down, agitating what Alice knew must be the sensitive little bud of her clit. "Oh, it feels so good! It feels so good when you rub my pussy like that!"
Alice could see that the young virgin secretary had almost completely lost her will to resist. The wanton assault on her nakedly quivering pussy was something no woman could have withstood, certainly not an inexperienced young girl. Just watching it was about to drive the fascinated older woman out of her mind with the lewd cravings welling up completely beyond her control deep within her hotly tingling cunt, and she knew if she didn't intervene soon, there wasn't a way in the world that the helplessly aroused young secretary would ever walk out of that little storeroom with her cherry intact. She'd already gone past the point of no return and now Alice, as another woman, had a moral obligation to intercede. She was definitely beginning to see what her boss had meant when he had said that Gary Webster was a "ladies' man."
But she couldn't make herself move ... she was so completely captivated by the obscene display before her that she could feel the wetness of her own pussy juices begin to moisten her weakly trembling thighs. Her flesh tingled all over and she was hardly able to resist the depraved urge to reach down and touch her hot pussy, to run her fingers up under the elastic cuntband of her panties over the bud of her own sensitively twitching little clitty to try to alleviate the electric quivers darting so maddeningly through the vulnerable nerve-endings of her loins.
Then she nearly moaned aloud as Gary Webster kissed the blonde girl again on the lips, stifling her last gasp of protest as he rolled back over onto her helplessly pinioned young body, at the same time reaching down to deftly loosen the top button of his pants and in one motion pull them down to mid-thigh, completely exposing his own muscular loins and huge, hotly throbbing cock. The young girl tensed, whimpering beneath him, then began to quiver sensuously as he lowered his body between her widely parted thighs, reaching down with his hand to guide his thickly pulsing hardness right up into the wet little slit of her cunthair-lined pussy.
Transfixed, Alice stared hypnotically at the older man's nakedly exposed asscheeks, the muscles clenching tightly as he rammed his hips forward. She heard a low hissing sigh escape from the young secretary's lips, heard Gary Webster grunting and groaning as he fought with all his strength against the last shred of resistance from the tight little cherry-cunt. Then, the hotly aroused blonde started as she heard a deep animal groan of pain burst from the young secretary's contorted mouth.
An instant later, Alice turned away, her eyes filled with tears. There was no reason to intercede now, she knew. Out of her own perverse obsession, she had watched the disgusting act. And no matter how much she regretted it, there was no way it could be changed. The damage was done now, and the primal moan had been the signal. Debbie would never be a virgin again.
Tears still glistened on Alice's cheeks as she trudged slowly back to her desk, the pussy-exciting vision of what she'd just witnessed still vivid in her mind's eye. Dejectedly she glanced at the clock on her desk and was surprised to note that it had been almost half an hour since she'd first left to investigate and subsequently to become an unknown voyeuristic participant in Gary Webster's lascivious conquest of the innocent young secretary. Then her gaze strayed to the note resting on the corner of the desk.
Alice, Stopped in to see you but you weren't here. I have a meeting with a client this afternoon. Will pick you up at eight. Hope you're enjoying your first day at Walker and Eddison's.
Tom