Chapter 8
That evening, after work, he was waiting to take her in his car. He first went to one of the most expensive shops in the section, and insisted on buying her a lovely flared skirt, and had her change into it, then took her for a drink. It was the first time they had been together socially, and soon they were getting along famously. When she admitted a partiality to modern jazz, he waxed enthusiastic, and told her about some of his Hi-Fi equipment and the discs he had so far collected. She was full of enthusiasm, and he offered to take her up to his place to hear them. Soon they were in his car and headed for the better-class residential district of town.
When he took her up to his luxury apartment, she was very impressed, and his multi-horn set-up was better than she had even expected. She was really thrilled with the whole set-up. They had a pleasant time spinning platters that they both liked, and with several drinks from his cocktail-cabinet. In a lull as she sprawled on the sofa, with a head on his shoulders, she caught sight of a wooden-backed clothes brush lying on a side table, and drew his attention to it with a giggle, "Wouldn't it have been handy this morning if you had it in the office?"
He gave her a squeeze, and assured her, "It could still be handy so you had better behave yourself!"
This was all the incentive she needed to start performing and playing him up for all she was worth, and was soon receiving dire warnings about the nearness of the brush, and the fullness of her new skirt. After two or three such warnings, he grabbed her, and she didn't fight very hard as he turned her over his knees and whisked up the full skirt!
She felt him reach over her for the brush, then the bitter-sweet sting as it whacked onto the taut seat of her flimsy panties! He held there and gave her a dozen good, crisp whacks, then put down the brush, and softly stroked the taut seat of her briefs, feeling the heat rising through the flimsy material.
The touch got her well aroused, and she gasped, "Hadn't you better take a look and nake sure you haven't done any damage?" He heard the sexual huskiness of her tone, and quickly took held of the briefs and drew them down onto her thighs. His fingers then gently moved over the inflamed skin of her buttocks, and as they reached down to the lower curves, she moved her legs apart a little.
He was not slow in accepting the tacit invitation, and allowed his fingers to stray in between the parted thighs. She knew that he was not unaffected by the performance, for she could feel his sex pressing ever harder against her side as she sprawled over his lap. One hand stole back alongside her to reach for this rigid lump of flesh, and she heard his gasp of excitement as she took-hold of it through his pants.
It was not longer before she was off his knees, and sat beside him, opening his trousers to pull out his standing weapon. Her own legs were spread wide, and he was taking full advantage of the free access this gave him to her pussy! They could wait no longer and he picked her up in his arms to carry her through to his bedroom, her briefs dangling around her feet.
Dropping her onto the coverlet, he swiftly removed them completely, and let his own trousers drop, stepping out of them. Then he was with her on the bed, his mouth pressing down onto hers, and his tongue probing the soft warmth of her mouth.
Muriel was almost out of her mind with desire, and moaning and pulling against him. Gently, he positioned the head of his rampant prick to the soft inner orifice of her cunt. Slowly and gently he pressed against her, and the knob entered. He paused with it lodged inside her, and she took a deep breath, then heaved herself up against him. She gasped as the thickness of him stretched the soft walls of her vagina open, then, with it all in, she clung to him, wrapping her legs around his trunk as she had heard Dorothy describe in the fuck she had watched.
Slowly at first, then with more vigor, he started to pump to and fro. Her pussy gave out more lubricant, and the stretched walls slowly became accustomed to the strain. The sensations changed from pain to pleasure in much the same way as they had after a spanking! This was wonderful! She started to really work with him, and was soon approaching her climax. Just as she felt herself to be on the brink, she felt the solid shaft pulsate inside her, then the scalding love-juices spurting up into her! This triggered her response, and she felt herself flood as she almost swooned away in her ecstasy! This was her first proper fuck but it had more than come up to her expectations!
When they had recovered a little, she slipped off to the bathroom, and cleaned up, then joined him for another drink before she left.
Their relationship at the office remained as before, but just occasionally they would have a get together. This was always proceeded by Muriel playing him up until he threatened to spank her, when she would offer, "Now or later at your place?" If he had something on for the evening, she would lock the office door, and go over his knee for her bottom to be bared, snacked, then fondled-sometimes resulting in a quick fuck on the edge of his desk. If she was free, he would tell her "Later with the brush!" Then he would pick her up outside the building and they would go up to his place for a really good spanking and fucking.
This went on for nearly a year, then her boss left the firm, and Muriel decided to find herself another job. After a bit of shopping around, she was offered employment by a woman who owned a chain of gown shops, and wanted a personal assistant and secretary. The pay was enormous, but it meant living with the woman, to be available to work whenever it was required. She decided to give it a chance, and a week later, was installed in the woman's luxury flat, facing the park. There was everything she could possibly want, and her employer worked odd hours but not too many, and she had plenty of time to herself.