Chapter 4
When Aaron came back from lunch, he was fully recovered from his wife's phenomenal blow job, and was looking forward to screwing his secretary on his desk. The only trouble was, she wasn't at her desk, and he couldn't very well go looking for her without arousing suspicion.
Denise was twenty-one, a ravishing little redhead, barely five feet tall, with bright emerald-green eyes and a body that wouldn't quit. She thought that she was a little too heavy in the ass and thighs, but Aaron seldom noticed anything but her big tits and tight pussy, so he couldn't say. She was a tad submissive and would do just about anything a man wanted, and that really turned him on.
Feeling a little low, he went into his office, and Denise was sitting on the huge leather couch in front of his desk with her legs crossed, showing lots of very attractive thigh.
She gave him a bright smile and said, "You took a long lunch. I thought maybe you were going to take the afternoon off."
"Not hardly," he replied, ogling her openly. "Sandy's got me hopping."
She smiled coyly as she unbuttoned her blouse halfway down. "Too busy to stop and smell the roses?"
"I'm like a bumblebee, honey. I can't pass a pretty flower without stopping and getting my fill of nectar."
She unbuttoned her blouse the rest of the way and put her hand inside. "Did I ever tell you that I consider you my sexual mentor?"
"No, I don't think you ever did." He'd just as soon get on with it, but she seemed to want to talk, so he'd humor her. He went behind his desk, took a bottle and two glasses from the bottom right drawer and poured two fingers of whiskey into each glass. "I've never bought you a drink, so I hope what I've got is okay."
"Not Scotch," she said, "I don't like the taste."
"Neither do I. I drink good Tennessee sour mash. Can you take it straight?"
She winked and quipped, "The whiskey?"
He gave her a glass and sat on the couch by her and lifted his glass and said, "Cheers."
She knocked back half of her drink. "I wasn't a virgin when I came to work here, but I was almost."
"Honey, virginity is like pregnancy. There is no such thing as almost."
She snickered and took a sip of her whiskey.
"Well, I'd been with only one man, and we did it only three times when he upped and disappeared on me. I saw him a few months later, with a woman who was a real bow-wow, a tall skinny thing with a flat ass and tits so small, they didn't show, and buck teeth. It took me a while to figure out what he saw in her, then came to the conclusion that she was real good in bed. I would have been, if he had given me the chance, and I made up my mind that I was going to learn everything I could about sex so it would never happen to me again."
"Okay, but why did you chose me? How did you know that I could, or even would, teach you?"
"I don't know exactly. Instinct, I guess. I sure didn't have any experience. There was something about you, your aura or something, and I was terribly attracted to you. I didn't think that you'd push me away, but I was prepared to find another job and start over if you did."
"Have you branched out? You haven't put all your eggs in my basket, have you?"
"Cute metaphors," she said. She took another sip of whiskey. "Yes, I've branched out. Unfortunately, the others don't satisfy me the way you do. They want to maul my tits and chew on them and get a little head and then stick their cocks in me. But they're in too much of a hurry, like rabbits, and usually cross the finish line before I get out of the gate."
He put his glass on the coffee table and picked her up and set her on his lap. She finished her whiskey and dropped the glass on the floor and put her left arm around his neck and looked into his eyes. As she always did with him, she could see the power in his eyes. She put her hand on his cheek, and she could feel his power. Her body quivered slightly, her insides turned to mush, her nipples hardened, her breath caught in her throat, and she felt a gallon of juice flood her pussy.
A knowing gleam sparkled in his eyes as he gazed into her eyes with a look that penetrated to the core of her being and put his hand on the upper slope of her ass and rubbed his thumb back and forth, sending chills up and down her spine.
She stared into his eyes, mesmerized by him, his strength. She felt his hand slide under her skirt, and her heart hammered so hard, she knew he could hear it. As she always did, she sighed and relinquished control to him and his hand moved slowly up the inside of her thigh, past the tops of her stockings and to the edge of her wet panties.
"Open your legs," he said softly.
Her legs seemed to spread automatically to allow his hand access to her most secret place, and his fingers drew small circles on her hairy mound, on top of her panties.
"I feel so helpless with you," she whispered. "I don't feel the same way with the others."
"The others aren't strong enough to make you submit to them," he said. "Raise your ass." Sure, strong fingers pulled at the wet crotch of her panties as he slid them over her rump and off her legs. "Now, raise your skirt."
She lifted her skirt, and his strong right hand took possession of her pussy and his strong left hand rambled over her tits, teasing her nipples with light fingertips. He then put his left hand behind her head and drew her to him and kissed her, and the kiss confirmed that she was powerless with him, that she was totally under his spell. The first time he fucked her, she knew that he could do whatever he wished with her, could possess her completely, and she would eagerly help him.
He held her head with his left hand and moved his right hand up to her chest and pushed her blouse open and twisted her left nipple, then broke the kiss and said, "Take off your clothes!"
Wildly aroused, she leaped to her feet and stripped off her clothes and stood before him, naked, totally without embarrassment. "I don't know why I feel this way," she muttered. "I never have any control over myself with you."
He reached up between her legs and rubbed her horny twat. "You don't want to have any control with me." He opened her wet gash and ran the tip of his finger through it. "Every time you come in here, even if the room is full of people, you want me to throw you down and ravish you, right in front of them."
She kinked her knees and hunched on his finger. "You know me so well," she said, her voice shaky with passion.
"You feel totally debauched with me," he said. "You want me to fuck you any way I wish. You like feeling that way with me, don't you?"
He rubbed her clit and she nodded eagerly.
"Yes," she exclaimed. "I want to be totally wanton with you."
He motioned with his hand and smiled as she offered her tits to him. He took her nipples between his fingers and twisted them, then leaned forward and took a nipple into his mouth and sucked it until it was red and engorged, released it and took the other one in his mouth, and she moaned deep in her throat as he slowly drove her crazy.
Removing his mouth from her tit, he gave her a look that said everything. He was in total control of her. She knew what the look meant, and she nodded eagerly, on fire in her pussy, in her belly, in her mind.
"Kneel," he said, holding her tender nipples tightly and pulling her to her knees. Again, he covered her lips with his, possessing her with his mouth, then said, "Open my pants and take out my cock." He watched her closely as she quickly obeyed. She knew the drill. She held his rigid rod upright and he took her head in his hands and rubbed the tip all over her face and mouth. He released her head and leaned back with his hands behind his head. "Suck," he said, watching her, waiting for her to start.
Hotter than she ever got with anybody else, her pussy bubbling and her nipples tingling, she licked her lips, then slowly sucked his cockhead into the wet warmth of her soft mouth. She ran her tongue around the sensitive tip, tasted the subtle flavor of his pre-cum, and sucked him further into her mouth. When the tip touched the back of her throat, she pulled back a little and started bobbing her head, careful to keep the head out of her throat.
"Play with your clit," he said, "get yourself all worked up."
If she got any more worked up, she would blow up, just like one of the buildings he routinely destroyed! Eagerly, she fingered her erect love-button, sending herself to even greater heights of passion, sucking his dick with more vigor, taking the head deeper into her mouth.
He put his hands behind her head and thrust his cock down her throat, sliding it into the soft tightness with strong, deep plunges. She had the hang of it now. He pulled her face up to his and kissed her passionately, and she moaned and returned his kiss with zest in her soul and fire in her pussy.
He stood and undressed quickly, then picked her up and put her on the couch on her back. He threw her right leg over the back and pushed her left leg off the couch, and he sat down, leaned into her crotch and lapped her clit with great enthusiasm.
She lay back, closed her eyes and savored his oral tribute to her pretty pussy. She knew it was pretty because he had told her that it was. With him, she could relax and let her orgasm come on naturally, and the inevitable result of his licking came in on stealthy little cat feet and rippled over her in balmy waves, then suddenly changed to storm-driven breakers that inundated her with passion.
She crested, came down part way, then tugged sharply on his shoulder. He rolled onto his back and she got on her knees above his head and dragged her tits over his face, lowered her chest and buried his face in the twin ivory towers of mammary flesh, then lifted her tits and touched a nipple to his lips.
He took the long, bloated tit tip into his mouth and alternately nipped gently and sucked hard. She gave him her other nipple, and soon, both nipples stood out like thick, wet stalks.
She dropped forward onto her hands, and her nipples grazed his skin as she moved over him. She stopped with her crotch over his face, and her sultry gash gaped at him, two fat folds of succulent flesh, openly inviting his tongue. She lifted his cock with her right hand, drew her ass up, and lowered her twat and head at the same time and his cockhead slid smoothly between her lush lips as her hairy snatch settled onto his mouth. He licked her juicy slit impetuously, and her warm sex sauce flowed freely, dribbling into his mouth and over his chin.
She sealed her lips around his stately stalk and steadily slid her mouth up and down. She braced herself on her left hand and held his balls in her right hand and rolled them around as her lips went further down the stem of hard flesh.
His broad, flat tongue mauled her fiery passion button tenderly, and flames of lust consumed her and hot blood raced through her body. She tightened her thighs against his head and ground her sultry slit into his mouth and the gooey flesh nearly smothered him in a voluptuous warmth as she jerked her hips back and forth.
Her body started trembling, then bucked and jerked, and she devoured his entire love wand as her hot crack seemed to erupt and her love juice poured into his mouth. Her bucking and jerking became turbulent, and she snorted and snuffled and tried to suck his cock out by the roots as she came.
She whirled around and stared at him with blazing eyes, then grabbed his cock and jerked it frantically and stuck the head in her soggy hole. She sank down on his cock slowly and a deep, drawn-out gurgle of glee escaped from her mouth as her lusty love tunnel swallowed his prong. She sat fully erect, her back straight, her tits pushed way out, and tweaked her nipples and pull her tits.
Her impassioned eroticism always awed him.
The only woman who came close to matching it was his wife, and there the similarity ended. Miriam was controlling to the point of being dominating. One day, just for the hell of it, he ought to see if he could bring them together and see what would happen. If he could ever figure out a way to get his wife to agree. He knew Denise would if he asked her.
He reached into Denise's crotch and fingered her cunt lips and exclaimed soft, "Ride my cock, baby, make your beautiful tits dance."
She leaned over, put her hands on his shoulders and dangled her tits in his face. "I always feel so good when you fuck me," she whispered. Her enchanting ass began to rise and fall methodically. "With other guys, I'm lucky if I have one orgasm. With you, I have so many, I think I'm going to lose my fucking mind!" On each downstroke, she twisted her hips in tight circles. "How long can you hold off?"
"As long as you need," he said confidently.
She rode his prick avidly, gradually increasing speed, staring into his eyes, her mouth hanging open slightly and her tongue slithering around and around her lips, leaving a shiny coat of saliva on her bright red lipstick.
Hard contractions of an impending climax started deep in her cunt and spread up to her belly. She grabbed his hands, extended his arms fully and pinned them to the couch over his head. Her tits jiggled and danced near his mouth as she fucked faster, her ass rising and falling with a steady, rapid rhythm, reveling in the feel of his lusty love lance plunging in and out of her cunt. She bit her lower lip harshly to cut off her scream as she came. Her ass moved with increased vigor for a few seconds, then stopped with his prick buried to the hilt in her frantically spasming snatch.
He grabbed her foxy ass with both hands and kept his cock buried in her sheath and jerked his hips up and down, and she ground her clit against his pubic bone, cumming so hard she could barely breathe.
Her body went slack and he pushed her off him, rolled her over and knelt behind her and grabbed her haunches and tugged.
She rose to her hands and knees. "Fuck me some more, Aaron," she moaned. "Oh, God, yes, give me more of your wonderful cock!"
Her words made him feel like a knight in shining armor. He felt ten feet tall, with a two-foot cock. Fuck her, he would. Without finesse, he stuck the head of his dick in the mouth of her cunt and slammed forward.
She rocked forward with a sharp gasp and ended up with her head on the couch and her shapely ass sticking up in the air. She spread her legs and arched her back, tilting her snatch up, and he clung to her hips as he bored into her, reaming her spastic sheath with his rampant rod.
Although her cunt felt as tight as any he'd ever poked, her slick sex sheath accepted him easily and he fucked her with extended, pile-driving strokes.
She threw her ass back to meet his thrusts, moaning and whimpering steadily as he drove the full length of his prick in and out of her. Each time he pulled back until only the thick knob was inside her, he paused, and she trembled and tightened her cunt. When he slammed forward with his full force, his balls slapped into the nest of hair covering her slit.
Her movements grew more frenzied, her moans got louder and she writhed as deep, gut-wrenching spasms tore at her. He fucked her faster and she uttered a loud, strangled cry, her body convulsed, then became a spastic rubbery mass of flesh shaking out of control.
He'd never fucked her in the ass, didn't know if she could take it that way, but the miniature brown eye was winking seductively at him from between her buttocks and he couldn't resist its call. He kept his cock buried in her cunt and pressed one finger into her ass-hole, and she cried out softly and shivered. He started finger-fucking her virgin rear, and her startled cry abruptly changed to moans of passion.
Withdrawing his finger, he pressed the head of his dick to her hot ass-hole, and she cried out softly again as he pushed his cockhead past the tight sphincter. He went all the way in, and she whimpered and moaned and quivered as he fucked her butt slowly.
"God," she breathed, "nobody has ever fucked me there."
"Spread your cheeks," he said.
Reaching back with both hands, she spread her cheeks. Whimpering with each lunge, she held her ass wide open as he repeatedly plunged his prick into her back door. At first, she appeared to merely endure the agony, then wiggled her ass experimentally a couple of times and satisfied herself that he wasn't going to split her open, and really got into it.
She began to push back to meet his thrusts as she cried out with delight.
"Deeper," she cried, rocking back at him and driving his dick into her ass. She felt her release coming, then felt his cock swell and surge into her hole, rocketing her to even greater heights. "Harder, fuck my ass harder!"
He slammed into her and his orgasm started and he came in deep, throbbing spurts. His hot cream filled her ass to overflowing and squirted out around the shaft of his prick and ran down her hairy crack and the inside of her thighs.
She fell forward slowly, sort of oozing down to lie on her stomach, and he left her lying on the couch and went to the small bathroom attached to his office. He returned a few minutes later, sat down and pulled her onto his lap and brushed her hair away from her flushed face and kissed her gently.
"God, Aaron, you really got me good," she sighed. "I'm always so horny with you and reach such a high level of passion. I'm never that way with anybody else, never."
"Is it true you've never been fucked up the ass?"
"Yes, and I'm glad you're the first one to get me that way. There was a little pain at first, then it got all mixed up with the good feelings and I didn't notice it. The next time, I don't think I'll feel any pain at all. Do you want me to reserve my ass just for you?"
"That isn't necessary," he said quickly, hoping she wasn't going to get mushy on him and start talking about love. "If you honestly liked it, there's no reason you shouldn't let others fuck you that way."
"Yeah, you're right. I mean, you can't fuck me every day and every night, and since you showed me how much fun sex is, that's what I want."
She laughed out loud and gave him a quick kiss, then slid off his lap and hurried to the bathroom. She washed away the evidence of their passion, shivering with delight every time she touched her pussy, then returned to his office and dressed.
"Mr. Hogan wants to see you at three," she said. "He said that it's important."
"Probably wants to dump more work on me," Aaron said with resignation in his voice.
"Well, if you want me to work late and help, all you have to do is ask."
"Do you think we'd get any work done?"
She grinned and gave him a bawdy wink. "Oh, a little, in between tearing up your couch."