Chapter 12
The decision to start my own home-based business set me off on a frantic search for information that occupied most of my time for the next several days. like a man obsessed, I spent hours in the library, hours at city hall and the chamber of commerce. That led me to talking with other people in the city who had started their own home-based businesses. They were all successful, all encouraging.
Peg was my biggest source of inspiration. Even though I still had not really decided on the type of business I wanted to run, she helped me turn one end of the den into a workable office, with all the latest, state-of-the-art equipment.
Sex crossed my mind only when I found a note from Toni, who was anxious for our next "exercise session." I would think of Polly when I'd come home from a meeting and find messages on the answering machine. More than once, I arrived just as Brenda and Liz were leaving. Thinking about the two of them together had me up and ready in no time, but the only relief available was at my own hand. If Karen stopped by to check on me like she had from the beginning, there was no sign.
Suddenly, I began to wonder if running my own business from home was going to be the leisurely, no-stress life I was looking for. Would I be too busy to indulge in the affairs I'd begun over the past few weeks? Hell, at this rate, I'd be too busy for my own wife! I weighed the pros and cons, studied some more, checked out one business after another and finally decided it was worth taking a chance.
Since I loved working with wood and had all the necessary equipment, I decided to start out building small projects, like decks and porches. Peg helped me work up a budget that included plans for marketing my new business. That involved another few days working with a local artist on a logo to grace my business cards and letterhead.
Late one afternoon, we made the final decision that everything was perfect and sent it to the printer. I arrived home exhausted, but it was a good feeling. I finally felt as if I was on my way. In fact, I was hoping that one of my neighbors' wives would come around to help me relax a little bit more.
No notes, no messages, nothing.
"Fuck!" I snarled, kicking off my shoes. This wasn't working out like I'd planned at all. Feeling a little bit sorry for myself, I figured Toni, Polly and Karen had gotten tired of waiting around on me. I was surprised at the intensity and range of emotions that blasted through me when I pictured one of them cheating with someone else.
When the doorbell rang, I almost didn't answer it. I was headed for the shower and in no mood for company. Then I remembered that our new fax machine was to be delivered that day. Pulling on sweats and a T-shirt, I padded barefoot back through the living room and opened the door.
"Hi!" It was Karen. "Long time no see."
She looked like a goddess standing there in her uniform, her auburn hair gleaming in the afternoon sunshine.
"You are a sight for sore eyes," I told her as I caught her hand and pulled her inside.
Almost before the door was closed, I took her into my arms, holding her voluptuous body close. We kissed, just the tip of our tongues touching. She moaned when I slid my hands down to her ass and pulled her even tighter against me. My cock was up and ready for action!
"From a sore ankle to sore eyes. You're falling apart, man," she teased.
"A little time with your pussy will glue me right back together," I assured her.
"I haven't been able to catch you at home for days," she said, allowing me to unbutton her uniform.
"I've been working on a plan," I told her, thumbing her stiff nipples through the lace cups of her bra.
My touch caused her to take a deep, ragged breath. "What kind of apian?"
"A plan that would allow us to do this almost every day."
I ran my tongue down into the hot, soft flesh that formed the grand canyon between her breasts and listened to her little gasp of pleasure.
"Every day?"
"Uh-huh. I'm starting my own business, so I'll be setting my own hours. I can work in the mornings or the evenings. I can plan to meet you here, or we can meet somewhere else," I explained as I unhooked her bra.
With her heavy globes free, I covered them with my hands. Her nipples grew even stiffer against my palms. Then I used my mouth to make those coral-colored buds gleam wetly. I moved from one side to the other flicking the tender nubs with my tongue.
"That feels so good," she whispered.
Running her fingers through my hair, she cradled my head against her chest. I squeezed my lips around the closest nipple and sucked gently. My dick was really paying attention now!
"Your own business, huh? Won't you need a secretary?" she asked in a breathless whisper.
"Are you applying for the job?"
I looked up in time to see her nodding vigorously and it dawned on me that she was there to play yet another game.
"Would you like to interview me now?"
"As a matter-of-fact, I would," I said. "Please, step into my office."
By the time we reached the section of the den that would serve as my new office, Karen had rebuttoned her uniform over her naked breasts. She sat down across from me, crossed her legs and leaned forward slightly.
"How fast can you type?" I asked, willing to play along.
"Sixty words a minute," she answered. "I'm proficient in several word processing programs, databases and spreadsheets."
"Are you familiar with bookkeeping?"
It was difficult to keep my eyes on her face. My gaze kept straying to the way she crossed and uncrossed her long legs. I caught a glimpse of pink panties from time to time.
"So, as you can see, I have many, many skills and lots of experience," she was saying. "I could demonstrate, if you like."
"By all means."
Karen stood up and led me to the sofa. She knelt on the floor at my feet and rubbed her face back and forth across the bulge in the front of my sweats. It grew thicker and longer.
"I like a man with impressive equipment," she moaned, and tugged at the elastic waist.
I did not answer her, could not. My mouth was dry, my heart pounding. All I could do was sit there helplessly and watch her. As for the beautiful, half-naked nurse at my feet, it appeared that every ounce of her concentration was centered on my prick. She took it into her warm hands, her fingers curling and uncurling slowly. Then she worked the skin up and down a few times. After that, she traced around the intricate network of veins on my shaft with a scarlet nail.
I moaned, leaned back and spread my legs, giving her all the room she needed. That drew Karen's attention to my balls. She continued to pump my dick with one hand, but the other fondled my nut sac tenderly.
"They're full," she murmured, planting little kisses all over my hairy sac.
"It's all for you," I grunted, struggling to keep from humping her hand. "If you can handle it."
"Makes my mouth water just thinking about it," she answered. "And my pussy."
And then she kissed my balls, swirling her tongue over the wrinkled orbs, bathing them in warm spit. I moaned again and closed my eyes. Her mouth moved along my inner thighs, the hot, wet tongue dancing crazily. Tiring of that, she swirled it through my hairs and around the base of my cock.
"How do you like my work so far, sir?" she asked, reminding me that we were playing a game.
"You're doing very well," I croaked. My dick was throbbing with the rapid beating of my heart. "I'd like a demonstration of your oral skills."
With a wicked grin on her face, Karen licked my dick. She flattened her tongue and ran it to the tip of my cock, spreading warm saliva and incredible feelings all the way. I gasped when that tongue was rolled over my knob and then she worked it back down one side of my shaft.
Back up toward the head again, she went planting little, wet sucking kisses every inch of the way. When her mouth reached my cockhead this time, she flicked the nerve bundle with the tip of her tongue, making me gasp. Then she rubbed my knob back and forth across her mouth like a gigantic lipstick. And the next thing I knew, I was in her mouth, watching those lips squeeze me hungrily.
This time, there was no controlling the instinctive, upward thrust of my hips. I groaned, placed a hand on her head and pushed my cock deep into her cunt-like mouth.
"God, it feels good!" I moaned. "Suck it, baby, suck it."
Whether Karen was still playing the role or not, I didn't know. She began bobbing her head steadily.
She squeezed me with her lips and swirled her tongue around my shaft lazily. And those hands never stopped kneading and caressing my balls.
"God, what a mouth!" I grunted as I fucked her face, pouring pre-cum onto her busy tongue.
She moaned around my meat when I touched the back of her throat and worked her lips up and down my pole faster and faster. My dick was throbbing, spewing pre-cum at regular intervals. I was quickly losing control, unable and unwilling to hold back.
If Karen wanted me to stop, she showed no signs. In fact, when I began to jerk and swell, she pulled her head back until just the tip of my dick remained inside her mouth. Sucking even harder, she began pumping my spit-slick rod with both hands.
"Jesus!" I hissed. There was the familiar tug behind my balls. I fucked her face with abandon. The first tremors of orgasm were spreading through me.
With a roar, I exploded. Karen swallowed the first thick spurts quickly and sucked hard for more. Her moans mingled with mine, but she kept right on sucking, milking my balls dry with her hands and mouth.
I was still spurting weakly when she released me. She smeared my cockhead back and forth across her lips just like she had before, only this time, a shiny film of cum covered her luscious mouth and dribbled down her chin.
"You taste so good," she breathed.
Her tongue snaked out and she collected the cum she had deliberately smeared onto her mouth with the tip.
"While you're trying to decide if my oral skills pass the test, I have something that needs taken care of," she explained.
Remaining on her knees on the floor, she pulled her panties down her thighs. The crotch was wet and a whiff of her musky scent reached my nose. Despite my recent orgasm, I found that I was interested.
"I have to do this a lot," she said, sliding her hand between her legs. She held her uniform up high with her other hand. "I don't think it will interfere with my duties here, though."
With a little whimper, she pushed two fingers up into the tangled, damp forest of hairs that covered her mound. I watched as she worked them in and out a few times. They grew wetter and wetter. Finally, her clit came into view, peeping out at me. She immediately covered it with her wet fingers, shuddered and closed her eyes briefly.
T just love to cum," she murmured, her green eyes glazed with lust.
"And I just love to watch you cum," I told her. "Lay down so I can see everything."
Karen moaned a bit louder and did as I asked, kicking her panties out of the way. With her legs spread wide, she worked two fingers back into her cunt again and began pumping them in and out furiously. As she reached for more and more of her fingers, her breasts danced all over her chest.
I sat there and watched the mouth of her pussy pulse and flutter as her excitement rose. Her juices poured, sliding down her crack to the floor below. Her clit throbbed and turned bright red.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Karen grunted.
Her ass lifted off the floor. She churned her oils to a froth with her pistoning fingers. And then, with a final yelp, her climax hit. Never had I seen a more erotic sight.
Karen caught her breath after just a few minutes and relaxed back onto the carpet. She was covered with a fine sheen of sweat and she added the fluids on her fingers to the moisture already covering her nipples.
"It looks like you're about ready to learn about my other skills," she whispered, nodding toward the erection growing in my lap.
"And what office skill would that be?" I asked, sliding onto the floor between her legs.
"Dictation," she purred.
Karen's warm hands were on my meat again. She guided my bulbous knob to her wet hole and rubbed it up and down her slit a few times. Both of us sighed when her pussy sucked the first few inches of my cock inside. And then she bucked upward, forcing me ball-deep.
"Why don't you just see how I take dictation?" she grunted.
Sliding her hands down my back to my ass, Karen urged me to start moving. I gave her what she wanted, moving faster and deeper with each powerful thrust. She met me halfway, taking everything I had and reaching for more. I rode high on her mound, grinding her clit between us. And just when I thought she was ready to cum, I slid my hands up under her ass and pulled her even tighter against me.
Karen's groans of release filled the room. Her body bucked and gyrated. Her eyes glazed with lust. And that tight little pussy grew even tighter and hotter.
I stayed right with her, hardly giving her time to calm down before I rolled onto my back and pulled her on top of me. With very, little encouragement on my part, she began bouncing up and down on top of me. Her hair flew around her head in wild disarray and her face was a mask of concentration.
Within minutes, she was cumming again-her oils pouring down around my cock and balls.
When she moved to her hands and knees and thrust her ass high into the air, I knew this would be it for me. I knelt behind her and primed her with my fingers. My dick went straight to her dripping cunt with no guidance from me, and then I was inside of her.
"Fuck me!" she grunted, rocking back and forth on her knees. "Fuck me hard!"
I gave the lady what she wanted, slamming myself into her time and again, hard enough to make both of us grunt. My balls slapped the back of her thighs. The cum streaked toward the head of my shaft. And then I was cumming, my hot load splashing against the walls of her pulsing pussy.
Karen was groaning in release again and this time, her body sagged to the floor when it was over, completely spent. I was feeling the same way and lay down beside her.
"Well, do I get the job?" she asked.
Neither of us bothered to move.
"If and when I hire a secretary, you've got the job," I assured her.
The telephone rang, but neither of us bothered to make a move to answer it. The answering machine picked up after the second ring. After the greeting played, the beep sounded and then Polly's voice came on.
"Lucas, this is Polly. I just Heard the news about your new business. Terrific! As a matter-of-fact, I have a little project I would love to have you take care of for me. Give me a call-later and we'll discuss the details. Bye."
"There's your first job," Karen said, grinning from ear to ear as she reached for her clothes.
I pretended to be excited, but I had a feeling the "project Polly needed taken care of had nothing to do with construction.
Not that I was complaining!