Chapter 2
Roxanne Hunter, Senior Vice President of Marketing, returned to her apartment to change. She couldn't fathom attending Voight's bon voyage in a simple business suit. The affair called for elegance.
In advance, Roxanne had scrupulously shopped. Her object was to exhibit her curves and much flesh. The selection of off-the-rack dresses disappointed her. Her search for chic and daring was short-lived. She contracted a designer to create something with far more panache. Given her six-figure annual salary, she could well-afford the services of a professional couturier.
At twenty-eight, Roxanne had swiftly scaled the ladder of success. Luck, cunning and a fair amount of sexual bribery had shortened her climb. She felt fortunate to have been blessed with a sensuous body. Her tits were just short of being mammoth. A natural blonde with pale blue eyes and a wildly expressive mouth, Roxanne was a stunning creature. Her long, sleek legs and tiny waist were the product of diligent jogging and tennis. Her ass was worthy of second and third glances-possibly more.
A keen observer of the political scene, she navigated her way to upper management in no time. She shaved years from her aspirations by finger-pointing the flaws of her superiors, influencing their termination. Some labeled her a predator, others a castrating bitch. Roxanne admitted to both and never felt poorly about it.
Her current ambition was seizing the presidency of Starbright. She felt qualified, despite her age. Assuming the helm did not intimidate her. To sit at the end of the table, gazing at her cabinet, dictating the direction the company would take became her obsession. Her role in Marketing taught her all the essentials of survival. She learned the time-honored cutthroat tactics used by her predecessors, then added a personal twist. Being a woman served to her advantage. She grasped the ability of wrapping men around her finger and instilling that her ideas were actually of their invention. To that end, she manipulated and conquered.
Yes, she was quite suited for that lofty position.
Roxanne envisioned success. She was confident Tom Griffith would pick her. During their board meetings, he invariably ogled her. She was a real man's woman, and indelibly aware of it. His invitation might be contingent upon an obligatory fuck from time to time, but she viewed it as the cost of doing business. She would immediately agree to such a transaction.
She stripped before a full-length mirror, admiring her exquisite body. Men had fought for the privilege of having it-many to their detriment. She studied her rose-colored nipples in contrast with her tanned skin. The roundness of her breasts, then the tapering to her small waist and the curve of hip gave her a delicious symmetry. She sorted through the blonde fluff, impeccably shaped into a heart. The sight of her undraped flesh aroused her. She would never publicly acknowledge her narcism. Admiration of herself was a dimension she preferred remain an obscure fact.
She separated the soft, pink lips of her cunt. The moist sound brought a smile, then a gasp. Her clit swelled beneath her rotating finger. Pleasure shot through her like lightning. It didn't take much-a little rubbing, a glimpse of herself-and the result never varied. She looked fantastic and knew it.
Before slipping into her gown, she arranged to bathe. The assortment of fragrant soaps already awaited her on the ledge of her sunken tub. She expected to be fashionably late. Her admirers had grown accustomed to her meticulous preparation that guaranteed an arresting entrance. Maintaining tradition was not without taking those pains. Her audience, however, was unaware of the fulfillment she attained during that process. The water jets were strategically placed for maximum pleasure. She spread her legs, reclined and indulged in a few orgasms. Cumming against that stimulating pressure put her in a more productive frame. Eliminating the tension, she judged, gave her an edge. She gained a deeper clarity of thought after attending to that base need.
Her finger revolved around that wet, pink area. Her cunt flesh glistened. She moaned, reeling before her reflection. Her nipples enlarged as the tingling evolved into a rippling joy. Ecstasy slowly developed.
"Yeah," she murmured, savoring the thrill. She was definitely hot and better than any woman employed at Starbright. She delved into her sticky furrow, listening to its sweet noise. Her juicy folds made exciting music. Running a finger up and down her groove, she stopped at her clit and began rubbing it. Her lips receded from her clenched teeth and a gasp dredged up her throat. "Ohhhh. Oh, yes. The best there."
She closely regarded her seductive presence. Those nuggets increased in size. Her tits rose and fell as she massaged her pussy. Casting back her head, she noticed the misting of her blue eyes. Her blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders.
The only missing component was perhaps an alert tongue. She wouldn't have minded getting licked by one of her many worshipers. Having a tongue slide all over that inflamed section, particularly over her love button, appealed to her. She imagined hot bubbles spilling into her aching crevice, blending with her nectar. She shivered at the prospect.
In a circular motion, she brushed her clit. Instantly, pleasure increased. It felt incredibly good. She studied her delectable picture, swaying au naturel while afforded that luxurious barrage. The chills were plentiful as she swirled around and around, hardening against her poised finger.
Gazing wantonly at herself, taking stock of her lip-smacking arousal, she stopped. Her nipples were severely erect, stretched high. She left her snatch and gingerly daubed one. The scent of pussy pinched her nostrils as she smeared it. It was the most pleasing ointment ever, and had a luscious redolence. She inhaled its freshness and shivered from its application.
Her buzzer abruptly sounded, reverberating through the place. Roxanne cursed, then calmly depressed the button. "What is it, Herbert?" she asked her doorman in a subdued tone.
"Dan Gaines is here to see you."
She frowned. What the hell did he want? "Send him up." Her voice did not betray her irritation. Masking her emotions was a primary talent-acquired and refined. Few suspected the ongoing calculation of her mind.
She towel-dried and donned a silk kimono, knotting the sash with a snarl. Her time was at a premium; she had no wish to spare a single moment of it on the-likes of that idiot.
She promptly discarded her grimace and all trace of her arousal. She had that kind of discipline. Without it, she wouldn't have ascended the ranks at nearly the same speed. That, alone, was a prerequisite for the post she hoped to obtain.
When the elevator doors opened on her floor, Roxanne waited with a glass of scotch, her face devoid of emotion. "Here," she said, thrusting it in his hand. "Amuse yourself while I dress."
The trim, six-foot-two executive held his trademark grin. Dan Gaines, extraordinarily handsome, could have passed for a professional model. At thirty, the man indisputably had magnetism. He was a favorite topic of discussion in the ladies room. Roxanne frequently caught the risqu' asides of secretaries and receptionists who would have pledged their soul for a night in his bed. Some pondered his sexual performance, others his intimate measurements. His piercing brown eyes, long lashes, prominent nose, thick lips and strong jaw comprised his Irish features. His black hair, swept back, never had an uneven strand.
He accepted her gift while taking stock of her. Black hair was heavily prevalent on the back of his hand and entire wrist. She detected liquor on his breath. Her offering was merely a continuation of what he'd already imbibed.
"Dressing for the kill, eh?" he jested, scanning her from top to bottom. "Let me guess: a backless gown, or possibly something off the shoulders with a gauzy cape to conceal those great tits. A little tease, plenty on exhibit." He sipped his drink. "Am I right?"
Roxanne suppressed her repugnance of him. "With any luck, you'll get plastered before the party and pass out. That would save the company from complete embarrassment."
Dan chuckled, then spread his arms. "You slay me, pumpkin. Take off the boxing gloves and give me a sexy hello."
"In your dreams." She sent him a withering look, which proved useless. Dan, wise to her tricks, was in the exclusive category that didn't bend to her command. His condescending pet name added to her annoyance. He called her "pumpkin" as a means of putting her in her place. "And please don't call me that."
"How would you rather be addressed? Bitch, perhaps?"
Roxanne, ignoring him, headed for her room. "I'm going to shower and dress. Either make yourself comfortable or leave. Those are your options." She didn't bother looking behind after shutting her door. Dan was a nuisance. After Griffith named her president, her first order of business would be to issue him his walking papers. She had no need of him, nor his chauvinistic attitude.
She retrieved her lavish gown from her spacious closet and set it across her bed. That outfit, she believed, would turn heads and cause salivating. The plunging neckline placed her ample breasts on display. The diaphanous cape distilled the effect, but as the evening lengthened, she planned to eliminate it.
"Very nice."
Roxanne whirled around. Dan leaned against the doorframe, nursing his scotch, baring a cocky grin. Outraged, she glared at him. "How dare you enter my room at will?"
"Why are you so uptight, pumpkin? You act like we're strangers." He sauntered over and stopped within an inch of her. "You and I know that simply isn't the case."
His alcohol fumes ceased to offend her. She didn't shrink from him, either. His underlying virility tempted her. She recognized the corrosion taking place. Dan usually had that unerring effect when she least desired it.
His lips pressed hers. It was an exploratory gesture to measure her receptivity. She could have slipped away from him, but didn't. After several heartbeats, he inserted his tongue. Again, she exhibited no negative signs. He roamed the inside of her mouth, savoring its sweetness. Her response was faint, yet discernible. He perceived less tension, too. His arm curved around her, dragging her to him. Her kimono loosened, revealing the cleft of her large breasts. He cupped her sumptuous butt cheeks, sampling their firmness. She had a nice, squeezable ass.
Roxanne's arms hung limply at her sides. She clenched and unclenched her fists. After a prolonged round with his tongue, she submitted to his kiss. Though adamant about standing her ground, he sensed her defeat. She returned his embrace with equal fervor.
Dan hugged her tightly to him, enjoying her surrender. Rarely did a woman hold out on him. Even the most combative ones, like Roxanne, finally capitulated. Once he discovered that weak spot, he tweaked it to his advantage. In Roxanne's example, he delighted in having all that wild female energy fighting against him.
His cock swelled in his pants. He smashed himself to her soft, susceptible mound. She shivered in his arms, responding. Her pussy moved with him, offering something eager and flexible to grind. He soon sported a big, throbbing boner that nearly burst at the seams. His dick, painfully rigid, burrowed into that spongy crotch.
He kissed her roughly, nearly devouring her lush lips. He teethed the bottom one, then brought her tongue to life. She darted at him, stirring him into play. His mouth hungrily covered hers, allowing the exchange of tongues. They freely passed back and forth, in a wriggling frenzy.
Suddenly, Dan slipped off her kimono. His action didn't stun Roxanne. His patience for that flimsy garment had expired. He yearned to see her every naked inch. Her hard nipples stabbed through his shirt. He valued their stiffness. Again, he groped that soft, malleable ass. Without that thin robe, he enjoyed uninterrupted silkiness.
On impulse, he clutched her pussy. His thumb sank into her juicy groove.
"Ohhhh," she whimpered.
"It's always an act," he muttered. "Don't pull that 'tough chick' shit with me, pumpkin. I have you entirely figured out."
Roxanne couldn't contradict that. Dan had the knack, an innate talent. No matter how she equipped herself, he found the crack in her armor.
He huddled her tits and aligned the nipples. They resembled pink buttons with upraised centers, screaming for some attention. Without suspending her agony, he puckered one. He enveloped it, then teased it with his tongue. Around that pink diameter, he licked, then over the hard nub.
Roxanne shivered. She witnessed his laps with a staccato heartbeat. Her resignation was very-likely a mistake, but she couldn't help herself. Dan, though a cad, solicited her excitement. He tuned out her annoyance, despite its severity, and planted a seed from which wild possibilities stemmed. She still detested him, yet yearned for the things he did well.
Those lips surrounded each nipple in a fit of suction and spit. She moaned as they moistly caressed her thick stubs. He orbited, then lashed them. His teeth enclosed one, running up and down, while he darted at its very tip. More sucking came. He wreathed her nipple in tiny bubbles that popped and inflamed her.
Dan soaked those bullet ends before proceeding to her stomach. His saliva dripped from those stiff peaks. Gasping, she welcomed his trail of hot, stirring kisses. To her navel he went, pausing to lick it. He pushed his nose into her blonde fur, inhaling its female essence. Moving lower, he exhaled over her vulnerable flesh, his breath fanning that area. Glistening dew clung to her succulent layers of flesh.
Gently, he coaxed her onto the bed. Roxanne, conscious of her gown, swerved from it. Arching her spine and spreading her legs, she prepared for his feast. Dan's tongue wiggled into her furrow, sampling her nectar. His initial slurp disarmed her. She moaned and shook, then pushed for another pass. An artist, he afforded her pussy distinct licks. He meticulously gleaned the flaps of honey. He drew her suspense, never alerting her to the abrupt shifting to her clit. That brisk, licking surprise offered sheer exhilaration.
Dan smugly observed Roxanne's juiciness. The woman routinely screened her emotions, but he managed to glimpse them behind the grille. Her abrasiveness was a masquerade. Beneath that brassy surface lurked a hot, pleasure-seeking female.
He divided those damp folds with his thumbs, then slowly tongued them. Her cunt noisily opened. At first blush, he gathered that she'd been playing with herself. Her hole was much too sticky for her longing to have just started. He imagined she fondled herself and planned to finish in the shower. Although a finger might have done the job, he showed her the improvement of a tongue.
He delved into her wet center. Her saturated pussy readily absorbed his serpent tip. He went as deeply as physically allowable. His mouth clamped her spongy mound as he reached into that soaked orifice. He hummed against her delicious flesh, sucking and licking.
Roxanne dragged air through her gritted teeth. Her blonde brow knitted together. Her light blue eyes swam in and out of focus, growing moist. "God," was all she could say. Her nails scratched his shoulder before she held his head firmly in place. Lifting her ass, she molded her snatch to his mouth, filling it. Her tangy nectar sprinkled his taste buds. Using his lips, he squeezed the juice from her pussy. Her tart trickle spurred his thirst. Barely suppressing his growl, he searched for more of it.
Roxanne thrashed. She writhed beneath his fucking tongue. He speared her gooey loins, then drank from an endless supply. Unable to sustain a single thought, she shuffled her dislike of him to the back of her mind. At the moment, he served her in the manner needed.
Keeping an eye on her panting expression, Dan loosened his tie and undid the buttons of his shirt. He buried his tongue into the center of her heat, regaining the use of his hands. Off came his clothes without a minute's interruption. He slobbered her trembling mound, inundating it with hot saliva. His vibrant tongue held apart her sex-puffed lips.
Getting naked was the only way, from his perspective. The thrill of facing each other in the nude, grappling with that intensity called lust. Skin to skin, he aimed to bestow her the fulfillment she craved.
Roxanne witnessed his striptease. Dan, an expert at disrobing at the height of excitement, calmly peeled each article. He took care in not rumpling his apparel. His freckled shoulders, heavily matted chest and rippling muscles were hers to gaze. From her angle, she couldn't view his cock, yet would eventually have it waving before her.
She bit her bottom lip when he veered to her clit. His possession of it was swift and riveting. Her vision distorted as he stroked it. Damn him, she thought, loving it. The man had her seduction down pat. He washed her button in warm, foamy spit. He set her entire crotch on fire.
Come on, pumpkin, he thought, eating her. Studying her burgeoning pleasure, he wanted her to cum in his mouth. He sucked harder, mouthing that pussy. Those nectar-rich membranes melted against his busy tongue. Her clit noticeably hardened. Faster and faster he went, urging her to finish. He could scarcely wait for her orgasm to drench his cheeks.
Strands of blonde hair stuck to her damp forehead. Sweat poured from her in waves. She couldn't control the fluids she exuded-not while that mouth and tongue riled her.
She watched him tease her clit. He revolved around that bud, delivering a series of jolts, then strongly lashed it. His tip intuitively found her most sensitive spot, then became relentless. Back and forth he went, taking her to the edge of sanity. She huffed and puffed, almost hyperventilating.
Oh, yes, she thought. The man was good-in fact, sensational. She recognized and appreciated his oral skills.
Dan took greater interest in caressing her. Those sleek, tanned thighs begged for his graze. Skimming her with his fingertips, he satisfied that urge. She gyrated her hips, responding to his touch. Her soft purr echoed.
Pre-cum seeped from his dick. He needed to get inside her, fucking her hot pussy. The prospect of those manipulative walls closing around him, drawing out his pleasure, was more than he could handle. He ached for that sweet, gratifying friction only a cunt could provide.
He increased his tempo, forcing her into orgasm. Her love button pulsated beneath his speedy flicks. She moaned loudly, widely spreading her legs to receive every soggy lash. Breathlessly, she leaked onto his extended tongue.
Do it, he silently commanded, licking her into a frenzy. He stayed on that clit, contemplating her. He kept going until she couldn't fight it.
Roxanne's lips rounded, venting spent oxygen. Clasping the back of Dan's head, she slammed into his face. The sodden connection of cunt and mouth accentuated the thrill. Rocking her hips, she rubbed herself to that furious tongue and accepted the spasms.
"Yes," she sobbed, relinquishing her grip. Dan went on gulping from her loins, his tongue moving nonstop. Her clit burned against his tip as he spread his spittle. She couldn't delay the pressure building in her crotch. Those powerful hands held her at bay, subjecting her to that raging energy. Throwing back her head, she came. "Ohhhh. Ohhhh."
Her sweet torrent filled his cheeks. He swallowed her tangy fluids, letting them pour down his throat. Listening to her squeal of joy made it better. He liked her husky cries coupled with the fierce contractions.
Roxanne fell limply against the sheets, scrambling for air. She lost sight of Dan, who vanished in a dense fog. Wiping the sweat from her face, she eventually reclaimed her wits.
Dan kneeled on the bed, between her legs. His dick jutted at her. Without using her sight, she easily clasped it. Her delicate fingers curled around his immense shaft. He leaned closer, giving her ample opportunity to stroke him. A few seconds of her precious tugging caused him to turn rock-hard.
"Oh, yeah, pumpkin," he hoarsely informed as she fondled his engorged cock. "You're going to get that-every fucking bit of it."
Roxanne moaned. The turbulence of pleasure still rumbled through her body. Although she'd just come, the itchiness in her pussy thrived. She needed something large and thick to assuage that ticklish yearning. To that end, she expected Dan would offer relief.
Dan withdrew from her grasp and steered himself to her gummy cunt lips. He disengaged them with his cockhead, pressing into her crack until the lips unfurled. His head sank into her squishy center, then the rest of him. Her drenched pussy took him in huge servings.
"Oh, God," Roxanne whimpered. "Yes."
He observed her face during penetration. Color flared in her cheeks as he lowered his dick into her snatch. Her eyes glittered, the pale-blue pupils coming to life. Her wet cunt effortlessly absorbed him, offering no resistance.
Dan swallowed hard. Her tight pussy rarely failed to amaze him with its sweet clench. She thoroughly gripped him, providing that deep rub. He paused, savoring his crushing fit. It had been some time since he'd last been squeezed so nicely.
Their on-again, off-again affair had been cluttered with lengthy intervals. Dan and the mercurial Roxanne were often on opposite sides of the fence. Usually, they set aside their differences from some recreational fucking. The impending departure of Brad Voight, however, presented a window of opportunity none wished to miss. The competition for it had been unprecedented. Starbright's executives craved that distinguished title.
Dan, however, felt only he was truly worthy of it. As Senior Vice President of Research and Development and the cornerstone of the company's foundation, he deemed himself heir apparent. Who better to lead them into the millennium than someone of invaluable experience and grooming?
He could not deny Roxanne's grit. She had an abundance of it. Too bad she couldn't fit a man's pair of shoes, which the job demanded.
For the moment, he fancied the exertion of Roxanne's pussy. He protruded from those expanded folds, slick with her juices. Her cunt coated him with its oozing excitement. Upon cramming himself into it, his dark pubes mingled with her blonde wisps. Roxanne arched, her mouth open, dredging up sobs. In and out he slid, creating pleasure-giving friction. He fucked her roughly, holding nothing back. He appeased her chants for "more" and "harder."
"You like that, huh?" he muttered, nearly stricken of the power of speech. He pumped her quicker, offering his most solid part. "Yes, I can see how much."
Their flesh slapped together. Roxanne could feel his balls hitting her ass. Dan held her legs apart while jamming his cock. His furry body scratched her, yet she treasured his manly textures. He helped her forget the rigors of the workplace and made her feel like a woman.
His dick plunged into her, strong and far. She approved of his brusque treatment. The burning sensation in her cunt couldn't have been satisfied by anything less. She shoved herself at him, completing their link. He filled that gap, demanding all the room she had. She cried out as he pumped her, giving her his meat. He smashed the whole thing into her snatch, scattering her thoughts in all directions. He fucked her into a sweet, senseless state.
"Yeah," Dan groaned, getting caught up in the ride. He charged into her, letting her pussy gobble his cock. The moist sounds of her rubbing him gave him a ferocious incentive. He sawed through her juicy grasp, deriving its luscious benefits. "It feels good, doesn't it?"
Roxanne, nodding, let out a husky cry. His cock reached deeply into her hungry cunt, massaging her frustrated section. Collecting her tits, she thumbed the nipples. Prodding her elevated nubs, she enhanced the rich sensations he fed her.
Playing with her clit had been fun, but nothing replaced the satisfying crunch of a hard cock.
He gazed between their bodies, where they merged. His cock glided in and out of that saturated cunt. He looked from there to her face, which was a study of ecstasy. Gritting his teeth, he rammed into her with all his might. He changed her expression by varying his tempo.
Roxanne whimpered. She favored his irregular strokes. Her wet pussy always smothered him with its warm, flexible pulp. He left her no choice, extended no chance for her to get away from it. His crotch and hers met with an agonizing bond.
Dan's handsome face metamorphosed into a grotesque mask. Contortions lined his face. His breathing grew labored. "Come on, pumpkin," he ordered, shoving it into her. "Do it, now."
Roxanne couldn't have prolonged her ecstasy another second. His orgasm-inducing pump placed her at his mercy. The commotion he started in her loins evolved into total chaos. She shook harder than before, surrendering to the tremors.
"Oh, yes," she wailed, beset with fever. "Yes."
She came with a vengeance, slamming into him. She pressed her ass to his balls until they strained at her sopping entrance. He froze, giving her the chance to slide back and forth over his rigid member. She took what she needed to quench her thirst.
Dan pulled out and aimed at her tits. Roxanne expected his eruption. Hot jism squirted onto her writhing body. She did not attempt to avert its path, nor deflect its force.
"Arghh," he howled, shooting. His red countenance hovered over her. "Arghh."
Roxanne rubbed his sizzling goo over her tits. His creamy splatter tingled on her skin. She moaned, spreading it.
Dan grabbed his spurting cock and jerked it. He worked every drop from it, from base to tip. More of his white stuff seeped from the head, falling to her awaiting breasts. He didn't stop until siphoning the last of his burden. For him, it had been another ball-draining experience.
A grin took shape on his handsome face, bidding adieu to his orgasmic scowl. "Shall we consider that a pre-celebration?"
Her brow rose. "In what respect?"
"We know that Griffith has me pegged for the main spot. Let's face it, I'm his man."
"Is that so? Don't be shocked when I nab it."
"You? Ha. Griffith firmly believes in male authority. The company has never surrendered its reins to a woman."
"It will."
Her abounding confidence astonished Dan. Roxanne seemed positive of the outcome, and that bothered him. Her yearning for the seat came as no surprise; he'd been prepared for her throwing her hat into the ring. He expected that gesture, however, to be futile. Unfortunately, the woman was cunning, for which he was respectful and never forgot. "How do you propose to beat me to the punch?"
Roxanne maintained her composure. "Do you take me for an idiot? I'm hardly one to reveal my hand."
His brow furrowed. "I suppose giving the man a steady supply of pussy will cinch it for you. Wrong, pumpkin. He's not going to deviate from tradition. A man has historically occupied that chair. The going is much too rough for the gentler sex."
She felt like cracking him across the face. The man's narrow-mindedness irked her, but she refused to show it. His chauvinistic remarks failed to displace her smirk. "Aw contraire. I am very much a ruthless contender. Rebels have suffered from trifling with me, or haven't you noticed?"
His grin dissolved.
"If that's your only trump card-an assuredness of a male successor-then you've achieved a false level of comfort," she continued. "I'm going to be laughing myself silly at your dismissal, all the way from Voight's old office."
"You mean.. .you're declaring war?"
"Naturally. I can't have an old flame around who is going to usurp my command. I'm familiar with your methods, Dan. You would constantly try to undermine me. I can't have that."
"Don't try anything you'll later regret, pumpkin," he gruffly pronounced.
"All's fair, remember. Just wipe away that grin and show some fear. It keeps a man honest."
Dan wasn't nearly as dumbfounded as she might have guessed. He anticipated such a battle and had drafted a backup plan. For the past several months, he had flirted with an idea that had blossomed into a daring scheme. He neglected to use it, reserving it for the proper time.
The bitch gave him every reason to exercise that option.
Experienced at covering his ass, he would see her strategy backfire.