Chapter 9
As the next few days passed, the difference in attitude between Jessica and her co-workers increased dramatically.
Appointments were light at the time, so the men were in the office most of each day. Spirits were high over the victory over Prescott Realty. All the men were boisterous and exhilarated over the score they felt they'd settled.
Meanwhile, Jessica became more and more depressed and withdrawn. She wished fervently she could join in the happy atmosphere at the office, but she just couldn't.
She was so certain it wasn't over, not by a long shot. Jessica didn't believe for a minute Prescott would take this so meekly. Her edginess increased the longer nothing happened.
She found herself thinking...now what?
Soon the men noticed her preoccupation and depression, but they evidently didn't make the connection between it and the Benson property victory. They simply exchanged looks and kept out of her way. Whatever the reason for Jessica's moodiness, they knew only that she was unusually short-tempered, so they kept to themselves.
She knew it was going on, but really cared very little. She was tempted, finally, to simply call Roy Prescott and get it out in the open.
As her hand hovered over the telephone, she realized the contact she wanted with Prescott was really on a personal level, not professional. That abrupt, shattering thought stopped her.
The aura of power, wealth and influence was almost a sexual thing for a woman like her. All that drive and vitality expressed in the business world; she couldn't help but wonder at how it would be if his energy was channeled into fucking. Just the thought of it made her cunt itch.
"Oh, God, I'll bet he'd be a fantastic fuck," she murmured absently. Then she looked up with shock, realizing she'd spoken aloud.
A quick glance at the other end of the room made her sigh with relief. The men hadn't noticed, thankfully.
Again her hand rested on the phone. She hated to admit it, but Jessica knew just how much she wanted to fuck the man. The idea of balling Roy was as addictive as any narcotic.
Face it, she told herself fiercely, you want the man to fuck you...to carry you off like he was some damned caveman!
She knew all she had to do was call him, and the lurid fantasies she had about Prescott would become reality. Her pussy twitched, as if looking forward to the aggressive thrust of the man's cock.
Jessica was getting hotter by the minute, hotter and wetter. Her horny little cunt was creaming steadily, and her nipples hardened and tingled. With a soft, almost soundless sob of surrender, she picked up the phone, started to punch out a number she'd already memorized.
"Uh, Jessica?"
She gasped, dropped the telephone receiver and spun around guiltily. Bob, the firm's meek-mannered bookkeeper, stared at her with an expression of concern and confusion.
Desperately she tried to compose her features, certain her expressive face gave away all her thoughts. She took a deep breath, totally missing the way Bob's eyes flitted to the thrust of her tits under her dress.
"You...er, you startled me," she said lamely.
Bob smiled, a surprising, wry smile. "I noticed."
Her temper, already on a short fuse and shortened even more by the untimely interruption, flared.
"It's what you get for sneaking up on me!"
Bob blinked, took a step backward. "Why. . . why, Jessica, I wasn't doing any such thing. I called out twice. When you didn't answer, I thought I'd come up and see what was wrong."
Instantly, her temper deflated. She'd been so worked up trying to decide what to do, she hadn't even heard him call her. No wonder he was looking at her so strangely.
"Sorry, Bob," she muttered. "I...uh, I was sort of concentrating on something." She looked at him. "What did you want?"
"Well, I have these reports that need to be typed and sent out today," he said.
She gave a silent groan of frustration. Just when she'd finally decided to give in-to take Roy Prescott up on his offer-Bob had to come up with work that had to be done today.
Then she caught her breath, as an idea popped into her head. True, she wanted Prescott, had nearly surrendered to him. But now the moment had passed. She might face the temptation again, probably would, but Bob had broken the spell. All that remained was her horniness.
Jessica looked at the bookkeeper speculatively, now noticing the way his eyes kept darting to the curve of her full tits. OP Bob just might be the key to her sensual frustration, and she was certain it would be a time he'd not soon forget!
She motioned for him to lean down. When he did so, she whispered in his ear.
"Let's go fuck."
Bob snapped upright, eyes wide, red staining his cheeks, his mouth agape.
She gave him a sensual, teasing look. "Let's go to lunch now, okay, Bob?"
Finally it sank in that she really meant it, and Bob's face split in a grin. "Wow! Uh, oh, sure, Jessica...let's, let's go now!"
Once outside the door to Graham Real Estate, she turned to him. "Let's forget lunch and go to my apartment. I'm only really hungry for one thing. Your cock."
"God, Jessica, I.. . I just can't believe you...I mean, compared to the other guys there, I. . . "
"Just enjoy, honey," she giggled.
The walk to her apartment was accomplished quickly, each hurrying due to passion. Inside, they immediately shucked out of their clothing, Jessica rapidly, Bob shyly.
Naked, Bob was nicely built, she discovered, with a respectably sexy cock. She drew him to the bedroom, shoved him down on the bed, and crawled up beside him, hunching down between his wide-flung legs.
Bob watched in lusty awe as she gave him the treatment he'd sat at his desk dreaming about, ever since the sexy blonde had started working there. His body shuddered with pleasure at the first hot, wet touch of her tongue on his achingly hard cock.
"Ah, God, Jessica," he moaned.
She dipped her head, forcing her open lips down over his jutting prick. Her cunt thumped hornily as she enjoyed herself, sucking in the length of his thick prick.
Feverishly she licked and sucked at his dick, tracing the imbedded contours with her darting tongue tip. Then she started pumping up and down, fucking her face with his cock. For long moments, there was only the sound of her excited, noisy cock slurping.
Anxious to enjoy more carnal treats, she pulled away then, flopped over on her back beside Bob, her legs open.
"Do me now, baby," she invited throatily.
Bob gloated silently as he moved between her legs. Another fantasy soon to come true!
His mouth began a teasing trail down her lush body, leaving flickers of fire wherever his tongue stabbed. He nuzzled the soft blonde down covering her cunt mound, then nosed in to enjoy the sweet nectar of her pussy.
Bob opened the juicy folds of her cunt with his shaking fingers, exposing the pink meat of her inner flesh. With a strangled groan, he mashed his face into her hot cunt.
Jessica squealed and hunched her hips against his face. Her cunt muscles flexed, ready to be invaded. His tongue explored, tasted, teased. She loved the wet, squishy sounds he made as he lapped at her cunt.
"Oh, good, Bob...yes, like that.. . oh, God, stick your tongue in me now. Fuck me with your hard tongue, Bob," she gasped.
He burrowed deeper into her sopping wet slit, and stabbed his tongue at the greedy opening of her fuck-hole. Trying to force in even deeper, he grabbed her ass, pulling her up hard against his face.
Jessica's hips bucked and jerked out of control as her lust raged. His lips and tongue tormented her flesh, making her writhe and twist against the bedspread.
His tongue fucking took her to the very edge of joyful release, then pushed her even higher, higher. Then he sucked in the swollen, red stub of her clit, flicked his tongue over it.
"Aaaaaiiiieeeee!" Her hips bucked against his face in a frantic motion as the heat blossomed, exploded within her.
Bob lapped at the cream soaking her quaking cunt. Her wanton release made his own passion expand nearly beyond the limits of his endurance. Groaning out his own need, he raised up, positioned his rock hard cock against her cunt.
Quivering pleasantly, Jessica watched him move to mount her. She reached down between them, guiding his engorged cock. The fat head of his dick nosed into her fuck-hole as if it were coming home.
"Mmmmmm, my cunt feels like it was made just to hold your big cock," she crooned softly.
"God, yes," Bob quavered.
Jessica lifted her hips, drawing up her legs, allowing him an even better way to stuff her twat with every cunt-loving inch of his prick. Like a vacuum, her pussy sucked and gobbled the full length of his cock.
He arched his body, beginning a frenzied fucking friction. His crotch beat a tattoo against her, balling her hard, fast, deep.
She groaned savagely, pushed her mound against him, making his pulsing prick spear even deeper into her fuck-hole. She closed her fingers around his taut, hairy balls and stroked them as he pumped into her pussy.
"Don't hold back, stud," she cried out. "I can take it all, every bit of you."
Glorying in the sensual eagerness of his dream girl, Bob forced his thick prick into the deepest part of her heated cunt with harsh thrusts and thrilled to the happy grunts of satisfaction coming from the wanton receptionist.
He screwed her with jackhammer speed and force, straining to go with her to the peak of erotic pleasure.
Within moments a jolt of white-hot fire exploded between them, rushing through their heaving bodies in waves of crackling excitement.
Bob, the bookkeeper, wasn't nearly so meek seeming when he left Jessica's apartment. His step was jaunty, confident, even sensual.
She smiled. She could almost hear him thinking...if he'd managed to please her, he wouldn't have to be so shy any more, after all, he was a stud!
She'd told him to return to the office without her. She wanted to shower first, and fix her hair. Clad now in a short silk robe, she started toward the bathroom.
Her doorbell sounded. Grinning, she walked over, swung open the door. "What did you forget
Joel Graham stood in the doorway, his eyes dancing wickedly.
Thoroughly enjoying her surprise, he walked in, shut the door behind him.
"I just saw Bob coming out of the building and he looked like he had the world by the balls," Joel chuckled. "You do have a way of making a man feel that way, Jessie."
She hadn't seen much of John's younger brother. He appeared at the office only now and then, usually to cash more spending money, before heading off to his sensual activities. Jessica had to admit, seeing him again was enjoyable. Yes, very enjoyable.
"How did you know I was here?" she asked, slanting him a teasing look.
"Well, I was heading into the office awhile ago, and I see up ahead our mild-mannered bookkeeper, taking off with you in what seemed a very frantic way," he explained. "So, I followed you two. Saw you come up here and went over to the coffee shop across the street to wait, give Bob his time in the sun, so to speak. Saw him leave just now, and figured I'd come up to see if you were in a mind for a repeat performance."
She sucked in her breath at the flare of desire that shot through her veins.
Joel's voice grew low, coarse. "I'm in the mood for shoving it to you, pretty cunt. No frills, just ramming my cock in you. Fucking your ass."
She swayed, feeling the passion overtake her. Wetting her lips, she gave him a heavy-lidded look. "Yes...Jesus, yes, Joel."
He pushed her over to the sofa, pulled off her robe. His hand at her spine forced her to bend over the end of the sofa. His other hand clawed her legs further apart, sank into her cunt.
"Aaaaaahhhhh," she moaned gutturally.
Her pussy was still soaked, with her own juices, with Bob's sticky cum. Joel coated his fingers in her creamy wetness, rubbed it over the pucker of her asshole.
Then his cock was pushing, shoving against her tight brownie. She felt the flesh give way, open, expand for the invasion of his dick.
"Take me in," Joel grunted harshly. "C'mon, cunt, I want my cock all the way up your ass."
His fierce behavior was so different than his usual teasing playfulness, but Jessica loved it. She moaned, gripping the sofa to keep her balance as she bent over, being plugged in the butt by his prick.
Holding her slim waist, Joel jackknifed his body. His swollen cock slammed inside her asshole, searing the delicate flesh.
"Aaaaaahhhhh," she wailed. Her head was spinning, and her heart pounded like thunder.
His crotch was crammed against her ass. He rotated his hips, making his dick ream her tender asshole.
She could feel the heated hardness of his cock revolve in the tightness of her brownie, and the sensation was exquisite, a pain-pleasure feeling that made her whole body throb.
Like a corkscrew his cock seemed to work in deeper and deeper, straining the tunnel of her asshole. She trembled violently.
Then he was drawing back, careening forward, fucking her butt with fierce strokes of his bulging bone. Again and again he stabbed at her vise-like brownie with the full length of his cock.
Time stopped still. Reality shrank to the contact of his cock slamming in and out of her aching shitter.
The fiery fucking grew even more torrid, more fierce. His hips pummeled her butt, and his cock widened, filled her asshole. At last the sensation grew too much for her overloaded senses. Jessica collapsed against the sofa arm, spasms rocking her body, an instant before Joel was enjoying his load of pulpy cum into her ravaged asshole.
Joel followed her into the office. They both saw Bob, busily working, but with a curiously sexy smile on his face.
John was heading out. "Winding up the deal on the Benson sale."
She was instantly alert. "The buyer made an offer?"
John grinned. "Yep, and I'm going over the terms with Jerry this afternoon. Shouldn't be any hassle. He's anxious to sell. We'll be able to sign the papers tomorrow, I should think."
Jessica felt a flutter of disquiet, and hoped he was right. Maybe this would end the whole Roy Prescott-Jerry Benson mess.