Chapter 2

Rose Molina, the object of Tim's Sunday afternoon reverie, was filled with a sense of anticipation for their meeting no less keen than his own. In fact, she was up early on Monday morning, and spent an hour walking in the fresh desert air before the elderly Mexican couple that she had hired as household staff had breakfast fully ready.

"Oh, Senora Rose, perdona me," old Juanita apologized as the attractive, thirty-two year old mistress of the house came in the back door, directly into the kitchen. "I didn't think you would be up so early!"

"No importa, Juanita," she replied easily, untying the bright scarf around her head and letting her dark shoulder-length hair fall free. "I want to take a shower before breakfast anyway."

Reynaldo, Juanita's husband, whose skin was lined and weathered from a lifetime spent working in the hot desert sun, smiled warmly as she passed him.

"If you permit me, Senora, I think the desert air agrees with you. You are as fresh as a rose this morning!"

"Thank you Reynaldo," she smiled. "It's good to be back. Juanita, set the table for two, on the porch, and tell Jose I want to see him for breakfast."

Juanita frowned. "The chauffeur? You are. going to sit and eat with him, Senora?" Her strong sense of tradition and the fitness of things was offended by the idea, and it showed in every line of her body.

Rose turned to her and spoke quietly. "I do not treat my servants in the ordinary way, Juanita, but I pay them well to do as I tell them...and not to ask questions." She paused to be sure her words had been understood. "I'll tell Jose myself. I'm going upstairs anyway."

Moving past the two chastened servants, she paused for a moment in the living room to survey her domain. The room had been transformed, on her instructions, from the old-fashioned, rather cheerless room she had once worked in, to a sunlit, white-walled showpiece, furnished comfortably, and a trifle dramatically with well-upholstered, natural-wood chairs and sofas, bright colored Mexican and Indian draperies and wall hangings, and in front of the huge, natural brick fireplace, a large stone mosaic table and a thick, multi-colored fuck rug.

She surveyed the room with satisfaction. It was everything she wanted it to be, and tangible proof of her financial success, besides. She'd worked for this, planned it in her mind for years, and now it was a reality. It was perfect, except...something was missing, something intangible that she had been driven back here to find, something that had haunted her for all the years she'd been away.

The thought was vaguely disturbing, and Rose pushed it away. She'd learned how not to think of disturbing things. She was about to continue up the stairs when her eye was caught by her own reflection in the large, gilt-framed antique mirror directly opposite her. Objectively she surveyed herself. Her looks, if anything, were better than they had been when she was younger. They had lost some of their moon-faced roundness, and become strikingly attractive. Even now, devoid of any makeup and fresh from her early morning walk, she was amazed to find herself looking not a day over twenty-five. Her body too, dressed in a pair of tight beige slacks, a dusky pink Western-style blouse, and a pair of expensive leather boots, showed not a sign of the wear and tear it had been subjected to in the past several years.

"You've come a long way, Rose," she whispered softly to her reflection, "even though you had to claw through almost every foot of it. And today, you start the last mile of the whole goddamn ugly trip!"

Turning resolutely, she hurried up the stairs, not even stopping on the second floor, where her own room was located, but continuing up the extra flight to the third floor. Without knocking, she pushed open a newly installed door and let herself into the reconverted attic. Except for one room, her own years ago, all the walls had been torn down, and the third floor of the Rancho was now a large studio, with sloping ceiling and one entire wall of windows. Rose didn't bother to look around the room, however. Instead, she went directly to the wide double bed in the middle of the room, on which was reclining the sleeping figure of a young man. The sheets were kicked off, leaving his wiry body completely nude, and a shock of his dark, curly hair fell across his forehead.

"Wake up, Jose," Rose called sharply, "I don't pay you to lie on your arse all day!"

Startled by the sudden noise, Jose sat upright in bed, looked sleepily at his employer, then reached for a pack of cigarettes while she opened the drapes to let in the morning sun.

"What time is it?" he murmured sleepily.

"Seven-thirty."

"Seven-thirty? That's the fuckin' middle of the night. What do I have to get up so early for?"

"We've got a lot to do today. Or did you forget?"

"I gotta meet that chick, try to get into her pants, I know, but that's not till this afternoon, is it?"

"No, but I have shopping to do this morning, and I want you to drive me, so get the lead out." Wearily, Jose Rodriguez lowered his lean, muscular legs over the side of the bed, slipping his feet into a pair of expensive leather slippers. Then he stood up and made his way to the window.

"I think the lead is all in my head this morning," he mumbled, blinking painfully in the sunlight as he stood naked in the brightly lit room.

"Next time don't drink so much at night. I don't like it when my stud passes out afterwards."

The roundly curvaceous woman allowed her eyes to rove lazily over his naked body. His skin was smooth and dark, like her own, and although he had a powerful physique, he appeared almost fragile and slim, until you noticed the bulges in his arms, and the corded muscles of his back and thighs. At the moment, he had an impressive morning erection, and the sight of his long, thick-girthed member rising invitingly out of the dark tangle of his pubic hair, and the wrinkled sac of his testicles swaying beneath, tempted the raven-haired beauty to strip off her own clothes for a pre-breakfast appetizer.

Noticing her look, Jose pressed himself against her, his arm circling her shoulder and reaching down for the haughtily up-thrust mound of one of her breasts.

"Why did you leave last night?" he asked. "Why didn't you sleep up here?"

"I sleep where I want," Rose replied casually, slipping out of his grasp, "and I fuck where I want. They aren't necessarily the same place."

Annoyed at her rebuff, Jose grumbled while he slipped into a silk robe hanging over the back of a chair. "Sometimes I don't like this job," he muttered petulantly.

"It's better than hustling tourists in Tijuana, isn't it?"

"Maybe, but a man has pride," the twenty-two year old Mexican replied, stopping at the mirror to brush his hair out of his eyes.

Rose smiled. "I know all about it. Now do you remember what you have to do today?"

"I told you, I remember. I take you in town, then I go to the library and look for this Beth Daltrey. I get her all hot for me, make a date with her here, then I pick you up again, right?"

"Right," Rose replied softly. "And one more thing, Jose."

"What?" His tone was sulky. It was too early in the morning for all this disturbance.

"When you're talking to me, remember you're not the only piece of meat I can pay to do this job...and all the other jobs you do, too."

Turning on her heel, Rose Molina walked out of the room, slamming the door behind her.

At three-thirty that afternoon, Tim Daltrey was seated at the desk in his office. His lunch meeting had ended earlier, and much less successfully, than he'd hoped. The bank wouldn't even consider another loan, and the vice president had out and out suggested that he stop beating a dead horse and take National Machine Products up on their offer to buy.

"After all, Daltrey, you've got to realize that the old days of the independent businessman are as good as over. Everything's big now, international even. You can't expect to hold out forever."

The conversation had left the beleaguered father with a bad taste in his mouth, and he fought down a sense of defeat. There had to be a way to keep the business going, he thought, looking around the familiar office which, together with Beth, represented everything he'd worked for all his life. He couldn't give it up without a fight.

His secretary buzzed on the intercom.

"Yes, Sally?"

"Mr. Daltrey, you said I could leave early today to go for my driver's test. Is now okay?"

"Well I'm expecting a visitor around four. Do you think you could wait that long?"

"Sure, no problem."

"Good. And would you mix up a pitcher of martinis before you go, too? Put them in the refrigerator in here."

"Sure thing."

The thought of Rose's impending visit recalled his mind to pleasanter things, and he resolved to put business matters aside for the rest of the afternoon. His former teenage mistress was a much more appetizing object of thought anyway. While his secretary bustled around the office, putting the martinis and two glasses into the refrigerator to chill, he fought down a rising sense of excitement as the hour for Rose to arrive drew nearer. What would she look like, he wondered? And how the hell had she made enough money to buy the Rancho? She said she had been too busy to get married...maybe she'd gotten a lucky break in the form of a wealthy lover. To his surprise, the thought that Rose might have had other lovers aroused an unfamiliar feeling of jealousy. At the same time, his cock throbbed pleasantly, and he laughed at his own foolishness.

"Hell, there's no reason in the world why she should ever have anything to do with me again," he admonished himself. "Besides, she might be as big as a house and have lost her looks by now, anyway."

A few seconds later, the intercom buzzed again.

"A Miss Molina to see you, Mr. Daltrey."

"Fine. Send her right in. And you can leave anytime you want to, Sally."

The tall, fair-haired executive slipped on his sport jacket, and was just rising from his chair when the door to his office opened; and Rose Molina walked in. For a moment he was rooted to the spot, stunned at the sight of her. She was wearing a fitted suit of natural raw silk that clung to her petite, rounded figure like a second skin, a long rope of pearls that dipped gracefully into the deep cleavage visible at the top of her jacket, and a pair of dark green high-heeled shoes with sheer stockings that emphasized the shapely curve of her legs. Her hair was arranged artfully in a neat chignon, swept upward from her high, clear forehead, so that it occurred to Tim that she looked a little like an Egyptian princess, an impression heightened by her carefully made up eyes, which seemed to glow and flicker like two jewels, and the sensual fullness of her coral-colored lips.

For a moment Tim was speechless, as though he couldn't quite comprehend that the startling vision of female loveliness that stood on the threshold of his office was even real, much less the girl he'd known sixteen years ago, known in every possible way. Then she smiled easily and walked across the room toward him, her hand outstretched.

"Hello, Tim," she said melodiously, in a voice nearly devoid of the accent she had once had. "It's nice to see you again."

"Hello, Rose," he replied heartily, quickly coming out from behind his desk, his face wreathed in a smile as his eyes riveted to hers. "It's. . . it's more than wonderful to see you...it's fantastic!"

"And that's the whole story, Rose. Ever since Myrna died, I've been fighting tooth and nail to keep the vultures away. And right now I'm afraid it's beginning to look like a losing battle."

It was an hour later, and the pitcher of martinis was half empty on Tim's desk. He hadn't meant to start talking business, but Rose had asked him how things had gone for him, and it seemed easier to dwell on the more mundane aspects of his life than to tell her anything about his personal life, particularly his marriage. He had a feeling she didn't want to hear about Myrna anyway, and he could hardly blame her, but he hadn't planned on reciting the whole tale of woe centering around his financial problems. Somehow it had all come out, however, under Rose's gentle questioning, and in an odd way, he found it a relief to have someone else to listen to his problems, particularly someone as beautiful as Rose.

"Say, I'm really sorry to be bending your ear this way. You must be bored silly. What a welcome, eh?"

"No, no I'm not bored at all," his companion replied, fixing him with her penetrating dark eyes, full of understanding. "In fact, I think I might be able to help you out, Tim. That is, if you could bring yourself to accept my help."

Indeed, his curvaceous visitor had deliberately drawn him out on the subject of the business, supplementing the information she had painstakingly gathered before her arrival through the judicious use of a private detective agency and a newspaper clipping . service. His conversation had only convinced her that she had done well, for Tim had added little to what she already knew. She had spent the past hour, therefore, dwelling more on the physical changes in her former lover, letting her eyes rove with frank interest over his face and body, than in actually listening to his words.

He was still handsome. She was glad of that. It would make things so much easier than if he were old and ugly, with thinning hair and thickening waistline. She even found herself respecting him for the stand he was taking and wishing that somehow things could have been different. But they weren't. She knew that, and had accepted it years ago. The only uncertainty that had existed for her before seeing him was gone, and that was the unknown quantity of her own emotions. She had wondered if seeing him again would revive the old feeling she had once had for him, but she was both pleased and a little puzzled to discover that it did not.She felt, cool, composed, sensually aroused to be sure, but she could handle that, and perfectly capable of doing everything she had planned. There would be no troublesome outburst of regret, wavering, or...love.

Now she sat forward in her chair, her hands resting easily on one another in her lap, her knees crossed demurely, her features innocently concerned. "I can help you Tim," she repeated. "How much do you need?"

For a moment Tim couldn't believe he'd heard her correctly. But she was reaching into her pocketbook and withdrawing a leather covered checkbook.

"How much?" she asked. "I'll write you a check."

"My God, Rose. I can't accept that, even though I appreciate your offering more than I can say. Besides, I'm afraid I need a lot more than any one person could possibly lend out, and it's a terrible risk. I told you, even the bank turned me down."

"A bank and a friend are two different things," Rose smiled warmly. "Would about twenty thousand make life any easier?"

"Twenty thousand?" Tim's eyes widened in disbelief. It was slightly more than the highest figure he needed. "You have that much on hand?"

"No, not actually," Rose replied, writing out a check. "I can give you five now, and the rest later in the week. I'll have to notify my bank in Phoenix."

Crisply she tore the check out of the book, blew on it lightly to drink the ink, then placed it on the desk.

"Rose, I...I don't know what to say..."

"Don't worry about it. It'll be a strict-business loan, with papers and everything. I don't mind at all. After all, you started me in business, in a way."

"What do you mean?"

Rose reached into her purse again and withdrew three crisp twenty dollar bills. "I always swore I'd repay this," she said, placing them on top of the check.

Tim Daltrey felt himself blush to the roots of his hair, and he didn't dare meet her eyes. "Rose...Rose...I feel so ashamed of that night. I behaved contemptibly, and I want you to know I know it."

"It's all right. It's over now, water under the bridge. Everybody makes mistakes when they're young. Besides, it's all worked out for the best, hasn't it? Your life, my life, they've both worked out reasonably well. At least I have no complaints."

Tim watched her, marveling at her cool elegance, and the apparent sincerity with which she assured him that the past was forgotten.

"You're really quite a woman, Rose," he said admiringly, trying with no great success, to keep his eyes from wandering too frankly over the ripe lush curves of her silk-clad body. "I don't know how I can ever repay you for this."

"I have a suggestion," the voluptuous brunette replied, rising from her chair and pacing with feline grace around the office. Tim felt his cock lurch once more to life at the sight of her voluptuous body. She certainly wasn't what he'd expected, not by a long shot.

"What is it?" he asked, surprised to feel a sudden rush of sexual feeling of an intensity and kind that he had learned to keep at bay so well that he had forgotten it existed.

"Make love to me."

The words fell on his ears like thunder, and seemed to echo in the stillness of the room for a long moment after she said them. Tim felt his balls tighten with lust both at the words themselves and the way she said them, looking at him like a jungle cat from across the room, her scarlet lips moist and parted slightly so he could see the tiny tip of her pink tongue as it slithered lightly across her teeth, and the rise and fall of her cock-luring breasts as her breath came faster and faster. It was unbelievable. She'd only walked back into his life an hour ago, and here she was, looking like a pornographic fantasy come to life, actually propositioning him!

As though hypnotized, the love-hungry businessman moved across his office toward her, his eyes riveted to the sultry outline of her petite, but appetizingly rounded body. At the thought of possessing her once more, after all these years, his penis pounded hotly against his thigh, and his throat suddenly felt dry.

But even if there had been no store of half-buried memories of the enticing creature who stood before him to feed the fires of his imagination, he knew that his response would have been the same. For Rose Molina, he was sure, had enough physical charm to set a saint's mind wandering, much less a normal, full-bodied man in his prime, and particularly one who had learned, out of necessity, to suppress the more potent of his lustful urges through three years of being a widower, and thirteen years of marriage to a woman who, although beautiful, had little or no interest in the pleasure of the flesh.

Just being near the dynamically exciting Latin beauty for little over an hour, he felt more lustily alive than he had in his entire marriage collectively. It was all he could do to restrain himself from reaching out with his strong hands, tearing the clothes from her ripely inviting body, and fucking her like a demon. As it was, he grasped her shoulders softly, digging his fingers into the resilient olive-toned flesh as hard as he dared, his eyes drawn magnetically to the dark line of cleavage between her breasts as they rose and fell with her quickened breath. The two haughtily up-thrust mounds looked as soft and smooth and sweet as fresh cream, and the thought of what it would be like to sink his face between those two melon-like swells set his head spinning. When his voice finally came, it was thick with frank desire.

"Whenever, wherever you want, Rose," he murmured huskily, his eyes fastening on hers hungrily.

Soft as velvet, Rose took a step forward, her eyes locked with his, and slipped her tapered, well-manicured hands around his neck, lightly running her fingers around the rim of his collar and sending shivers up and down his spine.

"Now?" she whispered quizzically, although her voice, too, betrayed a depth of emotion that Tim found flattering.

For a moment his brow furrowed in disbelief. "You mean here?" he asked. "In my office?"

Rose smiled and pressed the whole length of her full-fleshed body against his, so that her breasts nestled warmly against his rib cage, and his penis lurched crazily against her belly. Standing on tiptoe, she tilted her head to the side, snaked out her little pink tongue and licked lightly over the outer circumference of his ear.

"What do you think I came back for, Tim?" she murmured. "I've waited sixteen years, I don't want to wait any longer."

The lean blond businessman was half mad with desire, and his former girlfriend's tantalizing suggestion, coupled with the lewd probing of her tongue, was all the urging he needed. With a deep, savage groan, he suddenly threw caution to the winds and grabbed the petite, softly voluptuous brunette in his arms, passionately crushing her lush Spanish body against his own. They kissed harshly, cruelly, and Rose opened her mouth all the way, responding with violent delight now that her man had at last made his move. He pressed his wet tongue deeply into her mouth, and fiercely she accepted it, then pushed back with the pressure of her own tongue, which darted sensuously into his mouth, lewdly exploring the warm moist interior.

Then Tim felt one hand loosen its hold around his neck and travel downward over his arm, his side and hips until it began to work its way between their feverishly embracing bodies, down, down between his legs until it found the thickly throbbing bulge of his desire-hungry cock. Skillfully she began to massage it so that the long shaft and painfully sensitized head became ablaze with obscene, long-repressed desire.

Groaning deeply, Tim began unbuttoning the front of her jacket. Beneath it she was wearing only a sheer black nylon slip, of the expensive variety, with a built-in brassiere which, while it supported her perfectly shaped, pink-tipped breasts, did almost nothing to conceal them. His blood pounding hotly in his temples, Tim gripped the two lush mounds in his hands, savoring the soft combination of silky fabric and tender flesh and the sweet musky scent that seemed to rise naturally from her body. Her breasts were too large for his hands to contain entirely, but he could feel the nipples grow taut against his palms, tightening into two hard little peas under his touch.

Rose sighed seductively with pleasure and letting her head fall backward and her eyes close, she lowered the zipper of his pants and slipped one hand boldly inside and through the front opening of his briefs to find his eager, lust-bloated penis. With deft fingers, she withdrew its heatedly throbbing length and expertly eased back the protective foreskin, exposing the blunt red-flushed head. Her fingers stroked teasingly down along the fleshy column and then closed hotly around it, making a vise-like pressure with her fist.

"Mmmmm!" she murmured in a soft voice, "it's so big! I'd forgotten how big you are, Tim, and now it's even better than it was before."

Moving with instinctive sureness, the aroused executive began pulling at her tight skirt, raising it until it was bunched around her hips, the hem barely reaching to the top of her roundly fleshed thighs. He ran his hands over the exposed flesh of her legs above her stockings and then began worming his outstretched middle finger slowly up under the tight elastic leg band of her sheer black panties.

Her pubic hair felt moist and furry, and his extended finger, moving almost as though it had eyes of its own, quickly found the warm fleshy slit nestled at the center of the thickly curling strands. He began finger-fucking up and down the entire length of the heated little furrow from the tiny quivering bud of her already aroused clitoris to the soft, buttery entrance of her cuntal passage. Rose groaned wildly in delight and ground her loins forward against his hand, while her newly rediscovered lover slipped two fingers up into her creamy vaginal softness, gently stretching the interior of the moist channel, moving deeper and deeper with lurid, insinuating strokes. The statuesque brunette seemed to relish his every sexual advance, and as his fingers found their way deeper and deeper into her wetly clasping pussy, she began violently pumping her pelvis back and forth, forcing his thick fingers even farther up into her obscenely eager cunt.

"What a man you are, Tim," she crooned, clinging tightly to his neck with one hand, while the other continued its wildly erotic stroking of his cock. "I want to feel your cock inside me. Fuck me cam right now, like this! From the minute I walked in here I've wanted you to fuck me!"

Her explicit language added fuel to the fire of Tim's smoldering animal lust that now pervaded every part of him. In response to her plea, he withdrew his fingers from the hot, fleshy depths of her cunt and gently pried her fingers loose from the thick circumference of his heatedly aroused cock.

"Don't go away," he smiled, his voice throaty with desire. "I'm just going to lock the door. And then I'm going to fuck you so good, you won't see straight for a week."

"Do it, lover," Rose replied, her eyes glazed with obvious desire. "Do it now! Jesus Maria, do it now!"

Swiftly, Tim locked the door, closed the blinds, and took the phone off the hook. When he turned back to Rose, he was amazed to see that she had used the time to strip herself nearly naked. Her silk suit was draped casually over the arm of the couch, her pearls and panties were flung carelessly beside them. All she was wearing was her short, sheer nylon slip, her black garter belt, stockings, and high heels. And, as Tom watched, thunderstruck, she slowly crossed her hands in front of her, gripped the hem of her scanty chemise and began raising it over her head. He watched, mesmerized, as first the thick triangle of her darkly curling pubic hair came into view, then her firm, slightly rounded abdomen and the soft flare of her hip-flesh, and then the up-thrust roundness of her voluptuously shaped breasts. She tossed the slip aside and, her eyes still fastened on those of the hotly excited businessman who had once been her lover, she loosened her hair so that it fell freely around her face in black, glistening waves. Then she leaned back against his desk, supporting herself on her hands, and slowly, deliberately, spread the sculpted columns of her thighs so that Tim could see just a trace of her wetly glistening pink cuntal split.

"Fuck me, Tim," she groaned, almost incoherent in her torrid need for him. "Shove your beautiful long cock right up into me. Now!"

Within seconds, the muscular executive had stripped off his own clothes and bounded across the room, seizing her scantily clad form in his strong arms and burying his head between the fleshy mounds of her nakedly quivering breasts, licking the light film of salty-sweet perspiration that had gathered on her skin, then seizing first one ajjd then the other berry-like tip between his lips and teeth and sucking and biting them into rubbery hardness.

"Oh yes!" Rose moaned, "Like that! Hard! Oh! That's the way I like it!" Her own hands had again grasped his hotly pulsing cock, but Tim felt himself so aroused that he was afraid he would cum right then and there. He wanted to save it until he could let it go off like a skyrocket deep inside her wetly seething vaginal flesh, and he stopped the tantalizing movement of her hands. Rose pulled back slightly, as though she'd suddenly had a new idea.

"Do you like it standing up?" she asked mischievously.

"Baby, today for you, I'd do it standing on my head!" Tim answered hotly.

"Then brace yourself, here I come!" And steadying herself with her hands against his shoulders, the petite brunette suddenly pushed herself upward, leaping into his arms, her legs winding around his hips. "Guide yourself in," she urged, and as soon as she was certain his penis was in position, she began lowering her rounded buttocks slowly, slithering downward on his body like a snake, until Tim felt his cock against the moistly pulsing entrance to her cunt. Wriggling her hips in a lewd circular motion, she began impaling herself on the thick girth of his lustily palpitating staff, sucking it up inside her hungry cunt little by little, each delicious motion sending hot thrills of mounting sensual urgency through his loins. Finally, he was all the way in and could feel the tender, cushiony hardness of her cervix pressing against the blunt sensitive tip of his aching hot cock.

Rose now lowered one leg so that her toes could brace against the floor, and Tim slipped his hands behind her and seized the full, fleshy half-moons of her buttocks, squeezing and kneading them and pulling her tighter against him. Now he began to fuck her in earnest, slicing into her with long, slamming strokes. With each plunging blow, Rose arched her body to receive him, clinging to his shoulders and digging her nails into his back, her head thrown back and her features contorted in a grimace of ecstasy.

"Stick your finger in my ass-hole," she whispered hotly. "I want to feel you everywhere at once."

"Any way you want it, sweetheart," Tim replied lustily, searching with his finger in the deep, narrow crevice of her anal furrow until he found the tightly puckered ring of her rectum. For a moment he probed teasingly around the pulsating entrance, taunting her and refusing to go in. He could feel her whole body tensed with excitement, and she thrust her hips backwards, as though she were physically begging him to slide his playful finger lewdly up inside her nether hole. Finally, he gave her, her wish and jammed his middle finger up her anus to the first knuckle.

"Ahhhhh!" Rose moaned, as a burning sensation seared hotly through her doubly speared loins.

Tim thrust again, up to the second knuckle, beginning to take an almost sadistic pleasure in his own actions and in the response to the lewdly pinioned firebrand whose body was pressed tightly against his own. Despite obvious pain, she screwed her buttocks back on his finger, driving it all the way up inside the tight rubbery warmth of her rectum. He could feel his own cock through the thin membrane of skin that separated her two furiously contracting passages, and he began sliding his finger in and out of her clenching rectal sheath with the same rhythm as that of his rigid penis.

Tim's body was sleek with sweat now, and his every muscle felt newly alive as he moved against her with strength and precision. It was inconceivable to him that this could actually be happening, and the awareness that he was standing up naked in his own office, fucking the hell out of the beautiful brunette while his fingers sluiced lewdly in and out of her straining anus, only added to the demon sexual drive that consumed him. He felt like a bull, as though he could fuck her like this for hours, days, and still never have enough of her warmly welcoming body. He pumped his hips violently, and his long hard cock drove into her tender moistness with the force of his rampant desire.

Rose's face twisted in ecstatic torment under his thrusts, and her breath came in short animal-like gasps, but her naked body didn't pause a second in its eager undulation. Tim's blood-engorged shaft tore into her like a weapon, and his finger rammed painfully into her burning rectal depths, but she loved it! The harder it was, the more it turned her on!

"UUUUNNNGGHH!" Tim snarled, savoring the conquered, submissive look in her formerly cool, composed eyes. She was like a wild animal now, raking her long nails over the nipples on his chest so fiercely that he thought the pain would make his cock explode. His impatiently churning cum was beginning to surge and gather, obscenely bloating the sac of his testicles, and feeling his orgasm approaching, he redoubled the intensity of his fucking.

Rose sensed the change in him, and at the same time, felt herself jolted by her own sudden explosive bursts of passion. Her cuntal walls quaked furiously as her climax drew nearer.

"I...I'm...cu...cumming," she mewled. "Oh Christ! I'm cummmiiinnngg!"

Tim, too, was at the bursting point. He suddenly stiffened his body where he stood, as if jolted with a thousand volts of electricity, and his madly jerking cock exploded with a rush of scalding cum.

"AAAAAANNNGGGHH! OH FUCK! OH FUCK!" he cried out, as a torrent of thick white semen jetted out of his swollen cock-head into the hungrily sucking mouth of Rose's womb.

Her own cuntal juices flowed like hot honey as she felt her convulsing vaginal cavern fill with the warm wetness of Tim's boiling seed. Her wantonly writhing body was rocked by tremors as the earthquake force of orgasm consumed her. It seemed to be happening everywhere at once in her cunt in her rectum even in the hardened tips of her lewdly jiggling breasts, and she could do nothing except surrender to its overwhelming force!

Finally, their mutual passion subsided and came to its natural completion. Bracing herself with a hand on his desk. Rose let her feet rest firmly on the ground again while Tim withdrew his finger from her hotly clenching anus with a pop and his softening penis slid wetly out of her vagina. For a long moment they stood silently, each leaning naked against the desk, while their minds as well as their bodies drifted slowly back to earth. Finally they opened their eyes and looked at each other.

"Oh Rose!" Tim sighed, taking her still-trembling form into his arms, "Welcome home."

"It was almost worth waiting so long for," she murmured lazily into his shoulder.

Tim couldn't see it, but she was smiling a tiny cold catlike smile, and her eyes had a strange glint in them. Enjoy it while you can, my friend. she thought, because this is only the beginning. Only the beginning.