Chapter 2
Charles Martin looked anxiously out of the limousine window. He had told the chauffeur to drive him directly home, and he had fiddled impatiently in the back seat while they made the thirty minute drive from downtown. For the first time in who-knows-how-long, he had managed to take an afternoon off from work.
It wasn't easy owning your own business, he thought. Even one as successful and established as his. You always have to be there to make the final decisions, to determine what will be the direction of the company over the next few years. It was as if he were wedded to the business, more than to his beautiful wife. And he had felt the effects-both on himself and on the relationships he had seen disintegrate with the other members of the family.
And now, as the car pulled into the driveway, his heart sank. The house looked deserted. His worst fear had been realized. Now he knew what was galling him all the way home: he would get there and find that the others had scattered.
"All right, Jenks," he told the chauffeur. "Take the car into town and have it washed." He knew that the older man would rather spend the time in his apartment over the garages, but Charles wanted to take no chances. If Donna were home, he would wish to be as alone with her as possible.
He looked around before heading for the front door. The kids' cars were gone, but that was to be expected on a warm summer afternoon. But what about his wife's automobile? He shook his head now, disgustedly. It was nowhere in sight.
I should have phoned ahead, he thought. But then that would have ruined the surprise. Besides, he had tried this before, but something always popped up, and he had never made it home. Donna had been terribly disappointed, and he just didn't want to risk another week of her cold shoulders.
No, he thought, as he entered through the archway. No one here. The house was still. Not a sound emanated from any of the fifteen rooms on two floors. To be sure, Charles took one quick look through all of the rooms in which Donna might be found.
He was just about to go up to his den and do some work when he heard the sound of a car pulling into the driveway. He ran to the front window and looked out, only to see Paulette, their maid, getting out of a taxi with a few packages in her hands.
Funny, Charles thought. He had always had a hard time thinking of Paulette as the family maid. She didn't seem to fit the image of a servant that the man held in his mind. She was quite young, about the same age as Anne, his daughter. She looked like the offspring, too. Firm young breasts, large but not too big, a tiny waist above full hips and long, sensuous legs. They could almost be sisters, and often when Paulette had first come to work for them, Anne had introduced her around as her long-lost cousin.
Charles had thought it was a funny joke, but had soon forgotten all about it. Now, for the first time in a long while, he took an appraising look at the young girl. She certainly was beautiful. Her long, blond hair and her luscious, full figure looked invitingly like those of his wife-the woman he had returned home early to see.
Charles stood at the window and watched the girl walk provocatively towards the door. In spite of himself, Charles felt his cock responding to the sight of this luscious creature. He quickly rearranged his pants to cover his swelling erection.
"Hello, Paulette," he said as the girl entered the room. The maid stopped and looked at him, surprised to see him there. Then her eyes darted over his hard, trim body and rested on the bulge between his legs.
She smiled at him. "Why, Mr. Martin. What are you doing home so early?" Her eyes dropped to that growing pouch once more.
Charles couldn't believe what was happening. This beautiful, desirable young girl was actually trying to entice him. She stood there, flirting with him unashamedly. And he was involuntarily getting harder as she tried to provoke him. Well, Charles thought, he had brought his business to success by never missing an opportunity. He wouldn't do so now either. First, he would see just how far the girl would go.
"Actually, I came home early today for a little companionship. But there doesn't seem to be anyone here." He said grinning, "except you, that is."
"Oh, well, sir," she responded without a moment's hesitation. "If that's what you want, then I can give it to you. Just let me put away these things I picked up for Mrs. Martin." And she scurried off down the hallway, letting her skirt kick up around her thighs.
Charles looked at his watch. It was still early. The lads would be out until late (they hardly ever were home for dinner), and Donna was most likely out at the Club. The Club, that damned Club, he thought. That's where she always was. Well, if he fucked Paulette, it would be her tough luck. He Came home to fuck his wife, but now all he wanted to do was just fuck.
Paulette came back in the room. "Well, Mr. Martin. What would you like to do?"As if she didn't know, she thought to herself.
"Oh, nothing special in mind, Paulette. What were you planning on doing if I weren't here?"
"Actually, sir, I had wanted to get at the upstairs bedrooms. You know, straightening them and cleaning. But I don't have to ... unless you don't mind talking up there." She smiled provocatively, batting her eyelashes at him.
"Sure, Paulette, that will be just fine." And taking her by the elbow, the older man led the delicate young beauty up the stairs.
Paulette busied herself in the bedroom, attending to piles of clothes that lay neglected on a chair, then straightening up Donna Martin's dressing table, putting the perfumes back, moving the brushes, collecting the jewelry and depositing it in the large, wooden chest.
Charles Martin watched the young girl work, surveying her full-bodied figure with his eyes. She moved deliberately, letting the short skirt she wore flap as she walked, revealing large expanses of soft, pink skin. He felt his cock go stiff again, and he moved uncomfortably in his seat, wondering if perhaps he had misread the signals she was sending him.. The worker kept up a stream of chatter, but all of it innocent and none of it as fetching as it had been downstairs. Then she made one maneuver that convinced Charles he had been right all along.
"Now I must make the bed," Paulette chirped before turning so that her back was to her employer. She bent over the king-sized mattress and pulled at the covers that had been kicked aside since early that morning. As she did so, she was forced to reach across the bed, and, bent in that position, her skirt was pulled up entirely over her buttocks. Charles looked and then smiled. Then he looked again. Why that little bitch isn't wearing any panties! And she wasn't.
He stared for a moment at the large, luscious cheeks and the soft downy patch in the crack between. His cock shot straight up in the air, and before he knew it, he had pulled the hard organ out of his pants and began to rub it up and down.
Paulette heard the sound of the zipper and knew what he was doing. She waited a few moments, then turned around to face him. Her eyes descended to the vital area, then she feigned surprise. "Oh, Mr. Martin! What are you doing?" Then, as if drawn by magnetic forces, the girl moved towards the spot where the man stood jerking off. She reached out and took the prick in. her hands.
"Ooooh," she cooed, "how nice! So large, so hard. I bet that's given a lot a women a great time." She held the shaft in one palm, and as she spoke, she began to massage the organ back and forth, feeling the skin tighten up as the prick began to swell and enlarge.
Charles watched the girl's action. She was good, he thought, applying just the right touch, heavy enough to arouse him, but light enough to delay his erection until it could be used for better things. "Wouldn't you like to kiss it?" Charles asked lustfully. But it was a question thrown to the air, since no answer was needed. Paulette was already licking her lips and bending closer to the erect organ, and the older man grabbed her by the shoulders and led her slowly but firmly towards the intended mark.
Paulette was on her knees now, in front of the long, thick stranger that stuck out in front of Charles. She reached inside the open zipper and cupped the skin-sack that held the two round balls, and with the other hand she undid the botton holding up the man's pants. In a second, she had the material pushed back, exposing a mound of dark, fuzzy hair. Paulette stuck her nose in the tangle and nuzzled around, letting her cheeks rub along the taut skin of her employer's rod.
The blond girl began to kiss the area, tugging at the shirt hanging over the man's lean belly, and running the surface of her flat, wet tongue over the tightly-stretched skin. She could feel the shivers of delight swirling through his body by this time, but still she would not go directly to his cock. Instead, she brought her tongue around and across the man's hard, muscular hips, then down over his outer and inner thighs, pushing the trousers and shorts out of her path as she moved.
Suddenly she pressed her hot lips against his warm, loaded balls. She opened her mouth wide, sucking one in first, then spiting it out and sucking in the other. She could feel the tremendous heat in them, and the ripples of intense pleasure that quaked the man's body. After a few minutes of that, the young girl licked and nibbled her way up the underside of her boss's rigid staff until finally her tongue caressed the sensitive cock head. She kissed it moistly-fleeting, tender, wet kisses, and began to run the tip of her tongue around its turgid rim.
Charles resisted an urge to grab the girl's head and push his hard cock into her mouth. But he was not about to rush things any more than she was, and so he let her have it her own way. The girl played around with his cock for several more tantilizing moments, bringing the blood pounding into his prick, driving him on to the point of orgasm, then backing off, cooling him down, making it last. She tasted the lubricating fluids that came from the small slit in his dick, and she could feel the throbbing beats of his wildly churning heart. Finally, just as Charles could stand it no longer, the girl opened her mouth wide and went down on his organ, taking as much of it as she could inside her moist cheeks.
She had brought about half of the long, hard rod past her lips when the tip began to bang against the girl's throat. Paulette closed her eyes, took a keep breath, and then adjusted her head so that her neck stretched out straight. In another moment, most of the rest of the prick was pressed against the inside of her mouth.
The girl let her head stay where it was for about a minute, sucking at his prick a little, exploring the bottom of the shaft with her tongue, and pressing the hot, swollen meat with the insides of her moist cheeks. Then she began to move her mouth up and down very slowly. She pulled back until just the smooth head was between her hungry lips, then slid back down the pole again. She moved exquisitely, carefully, languorously, savoring the feel of the full, hot prick in her mouth, striving to taste it, so very happy with the sensations that overcame her. The spot between her legs was beginning to get damp, and she could sense the tightness beginning to knot her stomach and tense her pussy.
Charles looked down from time to time, amused to see the girl struggling to encompass his huge organ with her mouth, yet so obviously satisfied to take every inch inside. Occasionally a moan would escape his lips, and he threw his head back under the intense excitement that was building up in his gut. He let the girl work on him as she took her time, making it last. But after several moments, he could feel the blood rushing to his prick, making it even larger and harder, and he reached down for the girl's head. He held her by the back of the neck and began to shove his prong deeply down her throat. At first, the girl began to gag, but soon she had repositioned her head, and she could accommodate the giant battering ram that was mouth-fucking her.
He was moving faster now, oblivious to the girl, aware only of the moist, warmth that surrounded his prick. He knew he was about to come, and nothing he could do would stop him now.
Paulette sensed the approaching orgasm and readied herself for the load of hot sperm that would soon be spewing down her throat. She really went to work on his cock, now, urging him on, making him come. She ran her mouth up and down his cock faster and faster, sucking hard on his shaft, twirling her tongue like a tiny flame, and letting him feel her teeth. She pulled on the staff with her cheeks, making soft mewing and licking sounds all the while. She held his balls in her hand, massaging them, begging for their release into her mouth. Then the girl felt the spasming begin deep inside his groin and she got ready for her drink.
He exploded in her mouth, and she gulped the hot, sticky fluid down as fast as she could. And she really sucked him dry before she let his pulsing cock drop from her mouth.
Charles still had hold of the girl's hair, crushing it between his clenched fists. Neither one moved for several moments, and Paulette nuzzled up against the limp cock with her cheek. Both were gasping for breath, each lost in a world of pleasure, unaware of the other. But soon Charles pulled the girl upright and planted a firm, wet kiss on her lips.
"Wow, Paulette, you sure know how to suck cock." Charles grinned at the young girl. "And for being so good, you deserve a really great fuck. But first, let me lick and eat your pussy for a while. That really turns me on." And in a flash, Charles was pulling at the girl's clothes, removing them to expose her luscious body.
Soon Paulette stood there in nothing but her panties. The older man looked her over, letting his eyes rest on the firm, round breasts that jutted out smartly in front of her. The nipples were round and lush, surrounded by a dark patch of wrinkled skin. As Charles watched them, he saw them harden and turn red as the girl flushed with excitement.
He bent his head and kissed her breasts, sucking one nipple into his mouth and nibbling on the tit. Then he began to kiss her all over, working his way slowly but deliberately towards her hairy muff. As he reached her stomach, leaving long trails of wetness with his tongue, he reached around behind the young girl and peeled the panties down her legs. Paulette stepped out of them, being careful not to dislodge his mouth from her body, and kicked them aside.
"No, wait," she whispered. "Let me lie down." She edged back towards the bed and glided gently over the mattress. Charles followed on his knees. All he could think about was getting into her sweet pussy, licking her gash with his tongue. Paulette lifted her ass and slid a few pillows under her cheeks to lift her open crotch in the air-to give him a better approach to her cunt. Charles pushed her legs apart as far as they would go. Then he bent over and began to nibble and kiss all around the inner surfaces of her thighs.
Paulette felt herself start to react to his attentions, and she put her hands down, one on top of her head, the other holding her cunt lips open for his tongue, and she pressed his face tightly against her pulsating crotch.
Then his tongue was in her pussy, linking the outer lips, caressing the soft clitoris, and hiding up and in as far as he could push it, licking at the inner walls of her runt. The girl began squirming and writhing and humping her ass up at him, moaning loudly that she was about to come off any moment. Her ass was gyrating wildly in the air, but still the man's tongue clung to her gash. His hot tongue worked like a steam engine, fucking in and out of her quivering cunt. She was seeping with plenty of hot juices. and some of it rolled down the sides of his mouth, but still he was able to stay with her.
The older man kept working on the girl's pussy, driving her on with his insistent tongue, and sending chills and shivers through her body. She felt her stomach tighten, and soon her groin was aching with the prodding and probing he was giving her. Then she was over the edge, riding the waves of an orgasm that exploded all the way up into her brain, shattering every nerve in her jerking body.
She lay there gasping and panting, trying to get her breath back on an even keel, almost catatonic, not really aware of what was happening. Every muscle and nerve in her body was relaxed, and the girl felt like a mass of quivering jelly from her come.
Then she became vaguely awakened by the tickling of the man's tongue as it moved up her body. Stealthily it crept over her waist and then paused over each tit, caressing the one and then the other, playing no favorites but giving equal attention to each. He swirled one nipple and then the other in between his lips, licking the puckering skin, kissing and sucking with a careless abandon. He lingered there, teasing the nipples to make them long and hard, all the while letting his hand wander over the other areas of her sensitive skin.
Now he was lying next to her, leaning so that part of his body covered her own. She could feel his muscular weight upon her, and with one free hand she reached down and grabbed his prick. It was standing straight up against his belly, thick and stiff, all hot and throbbing. The girl gave the organ a few lingering strokes and then looked deeply into the older man's eyes.
"Oh, no, Mr. Martin. You mustn't use that thing on me. It's too big. You'll hurt me. My poor little cuntie will never take that big thing inside."
She was playing with him now, making him long for her even more. Charles quickly picked up on her game. "Oh, yes you will. You'll take every inch inside that tight little twat of yours and you'll love it." He gave her a quick slap across one buttock and grabbed her by her shoulders, holding her down.
He came down on top of her now, pinning her to the mattress with his body. His cock was pressed into her thigh, and he writhed with expectation, driving the long organ nearer and nearer to her pussy. Soon the head had found its mark and was inching its way past the outer lips of her cunt.
"No," she cried in mock horror. "Please don't do that to me, sir!" She was attempting to struggle against his strength, but he was easily able to overcome her. Now she was his servant girl again, and she was urging him on to take her by force.
The master gave her another quick rap with the back of his hand, then inserted one knee between her tightly pressed legs. He pushed and they lay wide open, and he brought his other knee down and held her thighs spread apart. Then he brought both her hands above her head, and, pinning them down with one hand, he reached down with the other and placed the tip of his burning prick against her dripping hole.
With one quick lunge he buried himself in her. He lay on top of her, not moving, and still holding her immobile under him. His groin was pressed cruelly against hers, and his dark hairs mingled with her blond ones. Then he began to move, pulling back the full length of his prick, letting the head rest just inside her pussy lips, then once again lunging forward, prodding her belly with his cock.
The girl was responding now. She brought her knees up and wrapped her legs around his waist.
Charles let go of her wrists, and she hugged him close to her, mashing her breasts with his chest. And as the man rocked back and forth, riding her pussy, the girl arched her back, rushing to meet his every thrust.
"Oooh, Mr. Martin," the girl whispered breathlessly into his ear, "what are you doing to me? This is so nasty. No, no ... don't fuck my little pussy." The girl's pleas only made the man more excited, and he shoved and stuck his cock into her dripping hole with renewed energy.
Soon he was riding her with a measured rhythm, feeling the oozy lubricant juicing from her cunt and greasing the channel for his plunging cock. He would pull out, almost beyond the pink lips that encompassed his organ, then relax his body, letting its weight force his hard shaft deep into the oiled passageway.
They were all arms and legs now, entangled in each other's grasp on the bed, rocking and thrashing back and forth. Charles held her tightly to him, one arm around her head and the other at her waist. The girl occasionally would let her legs fall from their place around his hips, and drop them to the bed. Then she set her heels against the mattress and pushed as the long staff of pleasure plunged into her. She arched her back against his massive assault, all the while whimpering, "No ... please don't ... don't fuck me ... I'm too young, Mr. Martin, please ... you'll hurt me with that cock of yours ... no, no, don't ... please stop...."
Charles just groaned and continued pumping her. His cock was getting more rigid now, spreading her tender little pussy even wider. She was tight down there, he thought, and she managed to use her vaginal muscles like fingers, pulling against his organ when it was buried inside her love canal, and reaching for him as he pulled out. He knew that he couldn't last much longer without shooting his entire load of come into her belly, and he bit his lip, trying to divert his mind and his nerve endings from the impact of what was happening to him.
He could feel it now, his balls aching for release, the gentle trickle of fluids starting to drop from the head of his prick. But just then, Paulette buckled underneath the onslaught of his pounding cock, grabbed him by the hair, and pulled his mouth onto hers. They clanked teeth as their lips met, and the girl shot her tongue straight into the man's throat. The effect was overpowering. Nothing could have held back his hot sperm now, and Charles groaned as his throbbing cock spit forth with glob upon glob of sticky white fluid.
He came endlessly, depositing months of stored-up orgasm fluids within her pussy. He had needed to fuck, wanted to fuck, was looking forward to sticking his prick in Donna. But Paulette had been here, instead, and Charles had found her a wonderful substitute.
The girl was moaning and writhing beneath his now limp body. "No," she whined, "not yet ... not so soon...." She continued to undulate her hips, sucking at his dying cock with her grasping pussy, wanting it never to end. The fuck had been intense but short, and now the girl was calling for her own release.
Charles rolled off her and took her in his arms. They kissed, and the girl arched up against him, flattening her breasts between their tightly contacting torsos. "Oh, Mr. Martin," she called out, "do something. I'm burning down there. Please help me ... help me now."
Charles grabbed her dripping pussy and began to palm it, using the broad, flat side of his hand to massage the entire area, especially the clitoris. But still the girl could not stop moaning and bouncing. She had to have more, and he was going to be the one to give it to her.
Swiftly she reached down and grasped the spongy flesh of the older man's prick. The organ glistened with the lubricants of her pussy juice and his own come. Her hand slid easily along the shaft as she massaged it, enticing him to another erection. Soon the shaft began to firm up and tighten under her constant manipulation. And with a few more pulls of the staff, Paulette brought her employer to an even larger erection than he had attained at first.
Now she was no longer the innocent younger girl being sexually used by a lustful male. She was a mature woman, in full command, and demanding her own orgasm. When Charles was ready, Paulette pushed him over, flat on his back, and straddled his outstretched body with one leg. She poised over him for an instant, and with one hand reached down and grabbed his long pole. The head slipped easily past her pussy lips, and then with one massive lunge, she sat straight down, driving the rock-hard prick deep inside her opening.
"Aaaahhh!" Charles gasped, feeling the shock of the insistent pussy that had captured his cock, swallowing it up. Paulette let the full weight of her body rest on his groin, then, still sitting up straight, she worked her hips up and down a few times. Charles groaned again, and the girl leaned forward, bringing her breasts within his reach. The man instinctively grabbed for them, taking one in each hand and starting to move his penis within her juicing pussy. He busied his hands with the soft skin of her tits, massaging and kneading, palming the hard nipples, and he let the energetic beauty who rode his cock give him the fucking of his life.
"Do you like it, Mr. Martin?" The girl looked into the dazed eyes of her employer. "Tell me that you like it."
"Oh, yes, Paulette. It feels so good. Do it to me, baby. Don't stop now, give it to me hard." All the while he kept playing with her breasts, making the flesh ache under his demanding hands. And the girl closed her eyes and raised and lowered her hips in a steady rhythm, pulling her pussy up slightly so that his cock was partly out, then plunging down on it to match his upward thrusts. She felt as if she were going to come any second, more frantic and persistent, and she lost any consciousness of the needs of the man beneath her. All she could feel was his cock, his stiff, long, hard, probing cock pushing all the way up into her, rubbing her clit, stretching the inner walls of her pussy, making every nerve in her whole body tingle with excitement.
Involuntarily she gasped, "Oh, oh, oh, oh!" over and over again as her body slammed down on his prick. She felt the head battering up against her womb, and she sucked in her breath as the organ engorged, throbbed, sputtered. She could hardly think. Her breathing was erratic. Her heart pounded loudly in her ears. She gritted her teeth, then felt herself begin to come. She yelled out at the top of her lungs and shuddered from head to toe. She slammed her body once more down on his pole, letting its full length probe deeply into her, and then her body began to contract spasmodically. Her vagina pulsated, gripping, sucking at, and swallowing up his throbbing, spurting cock. The man still moved in and out of her, unable to stop now that he was coming, and the girl met his rhythmic thrusts as she crested on the waves of her own orgasm.
When it was over, she collapsed on top of the older man, resting there as he stroked her hair and kissed her sweating cheeks. "Yes, yes," he whispered in her ear. "I know how you feel. That was terrific."
His cock slip out of her, and Paulette rolled over and lay beside the man. Then she sat up and looked down at the object that had given her so much pleasure. She bent over from the waist and gave it a kiss. A drop of seminal fluid appeared on the tip, and the girl eagerly licked it off. Then she stood up and began to gather up her clothes from where they lay strewn on the floor.
"You'll have to excuse me now, Mr. Martin. I have to get back to my chores." Her voice was impassive now, as if nothing more than a few moments of pleasant conversation has passed between them. She quickly dressed, pulling her skirt down over her waist, and arranging the material to appear more demure, more in keeping with her position in the household.
Charles watched her from the bed. His mind was racing. When he had first come home, with thoughts of sex on his mind, he had had no idea that he would wind up fucking this young maid. He thought of all that happened. The teasing, the flirtation, the sucking and fucking, all of it had seemed justified in his view because Donna had not been home. Now he was not so sure it had all been worth it-especially if his wife were to find out.
He popped out of bed and stopped the girl from leaving the room. "Wait, Paulette," he said, "I have something for you." He scooped his pants up from the floor and pulled his wallet out of the pocket. He reached inside the leather billfold and pulled out two one-hundred dollar bills. "Here," he said, thrusting the money at her. "Take it. I want you to have it-sort of a bonus. For your good service in the household." A smile turned the corner of his lips up.
The girl protested but finally the man won out. "But just one thing, Paulette. Don't tell Mrs. Martin about the money. Let it be our secret, okay? Let everything that happened this afternoon be our secret, huh?"
He watched her leave the room, wiggling her firm ass under the short skirt. God, he thought, how did I miss that one before? And he vowed right there, wife or no wife, he was going to fuck Paulette again real soon.