Chapter 7
The following morning, Carla Williams awoke alone, disappointed that John had not stayed long enough for her to prepare him some breakfast. But it was only natural that the high spirited lad would get up early and rush off to one of his adolescent pursuits. In any case, after the night they had spent together it seemed unlikely that he would be looking for another woman.
Carla showered and spent most of the day at home, once again thinking over the change in her lifestyle and personality. It was strange how she had stopped feeling guilty over satisfying her sexual desires after so many years of moralistic celibacy. Now Carla was convinced that there was nothing innately wrong with fucking boys half her age.
It turned them on just fine, Carla reasoned, knowing that she had satisfied both young lovers the previous evening. More important, it turned her on, had made Carla alive once again. Now there was more to her life than work and her apartment, an element of excitement that would be hard to live without in the future.
Nonetheless, Carla decided to take the rest of the weekend off, so to speak. It was best to go into these things gradually and she had been a real wild woman so far, fucking one young lad after another, with no end in sight. Yes, she would spend the rest of the weekend relaxing.
Carla dressed herself at noon, donning a casual outfit and heading directly for the local park. It was relaxing to sit with a newspaper and watch the boys yelling and screaming around her. Once again, Carla felt tempted to approach one of the boys, knowing how easy it was to seduce a handsome young man once she set her mind to it.
Carla looked up with surprise and then quickly buried her head in the newspaper again. Twenty feet away from her bench, Jimmy Rogers, the electrician's assistant who had been her first lover in so many years, was sitting on a patch of grass beside a girl who could have been no older than fourteen.
Jealousy raged through Carla's mind for a few moments. She felt her face reddening but soon the feeling passed and Carla was able to smile to herself. There was nothing wrong with Jimmy having a girlfriend, not now that his place had been taken by Arturo and the other boys she had met at the discotheque.
Still, it was frustrating to see the dazzlingly handsome young boy with another woman. He had forgot all about her, had got what he wanted from an older woman and then returned to his own element. That was something that she would have to learn to live with, something painful but unavoidable.
The rest of the weekend passed quickly. Sunday morning, Carla went visiting, to one of the women she had met at the office. It turned out to be a rather dull afternoon but that was just what Carla had been after, a breathing space in the midst of her frantic sexual activity.
Carla arrived early at work the next Monday, happier than she could remember being in years. There was plenty to do in the busy office and she attacked her work with a will, proud of her ability to handle the most difficult assignments, sure that that ability was appreciated by her employer.
Later that afternoon, there was a knock at Carla's door, which the tired woman answered with alacrity. Arturo stood before the woman, his eyes gleaming with lust, a broad smile creasing his virile face. He had come back for more, had no intention of paying Carla a merely social visit.
"Come in, Arturo," Carla said quickly, closing the door behind the lad. "I knew you'd come to see me again. I hope you're not mad that John was at my house on Friday."
"I don't own you," Arturo answered with customary bluntness. "Besides, me and John were pretty tight in school. He's one of the few white dudes I ever dug. I guess we'll be all alone now, while everybody's out eating lunch."
"Are you sure they're out?" Carla asked uncertainly, knowing exactly what was on Arturo's mind. "It's so dangerous for us to be together here. You know what I mean."
"Hang loose," Arturo insisted. "We can be cool about it. It's hard for me to get over to your pad but that's no reason for us not to have a little action now, is it?"
"I guess not," Carla answered, watching the boy approaching her. "But let's be quick about it, Arturo. I'd die if anybody found out that we were fucking in the office."
Arturo approached the nervous woman without hesitation, helping Carla undress and then getting out of his own clothing. Carla noticed that the boy's fingers were dirty from working with the copying machine but that was nothing to worry about. No, everything would be fine as soon as Arturo got a hard-on and fucked her, just as he had done three days before.
Carla dropped to her knees before the naked boy, unable to wait for Arturo to get hard on his own. She had not even finished undressing yet, her stockings and garter belt clinging to Carla's magnificent body. Arturo stood tall with a smile on his face, proud that the sophisticated woman wanted him so badly.
Two seconds later, the boy's prick was firmly ensconced between Carla's parted lips, growing thicker and more rigid with every passing second. He had been blown by Carla before but she was always full of surprises, seemed to get better every time around. Her lips and tongue were working frantically, causing Arturo to moan with increasing passion.
Carla bobbed her head up and down, glad that she had submitted to the boy, glad that she was on her knees before him. She bent her head forward and took in a good six inches of Arturo's cock, choking slightly but refusing to back up an inch until the boy had come into a full state of erection.
"Let's do it a different way this time," Arturo panted huskily, pushing the woman's head away from his cock. "I know you give good blow jobs but I'd rather fuck you, right there on that big, comfortable desk of yours."
Carla giggled, feeling especially wicked. Arturo could always be trusted to come up with something really exciting. It was strange to feel like a whore and enjoy it but that was one more thing that Carla accepted without question. Her cunt was heating just from the thought of fucking the boy, and it would be so much better once he had this cock inside her.
"Bend over the desk," Arturo commanded, standing before Carla with his thick arms akimbo. "I'll fuck you from behind. That way we can get it over with real quick."
Carla obeyed her lover without question. Despite the difference in their ages, Arturo was the boss, the one who called the shots and controlled the pace of their love making. It seemed a little humiliating to be taken that way but Carla would have died before contradicting her imperious young stud.
Arturo stood back and watched the woman with delight. It was incredible the way she did everything he told her. Now she was bent over the polished oak desk, her feet barely touching the floor, her tits pressed against the blotter, her garter belt pulled tight over her ass. Arturo's prick lunged forward, almost of its own accord. He knew that he could wait no longer before fucking the irresistibly beautiful sexpot.
Carla felt herself being caressed from behind. She gripped the sides of the wide desk, feeling her body get weak as Arturo ran his fingers over cunt and asshole, caressing her with surprising gentleness, smearing the warm thick juices from one orifice to another, knowing that he would fuck both that day.
Arturo held her prick in his strong right hand, rubbing it over Carla's clitoris, feeling the tiny organ fill with blood as it was stimulated. Then he reamed out Carla's cunt with his hot cock, never letting more than three inches penetrate the woman's box. He had not been lying when he said that the rest of the office was out to lunch. It seemed they would have close to an hour together and Arturo wanted to make that hour good.
Finally the lad shoved his prick into Carla's box, holding the woman's hips and pressing his weight against her so that Carla felt herself pinned to the desk. Her thigh muscles felt the strain of maintaining that unnatural position but the feel of her lover's cock was ample compensation.
Arturo took his time about fucking the woman, loving the feel of Carla's silky buttocks rubbing against his dark hairy midsection and groin. He could watch his prick sliding into the woman's hole and then emerging coated with a fresh patina of pussy juice. Despite the position they had assumed, Carla would most likely come long before he did.
Carla tried to move with her lover but soon found it impossible. Arturo was heavy and the desk beneath her completely unresilient. This time she was going to have to completely passive, let her energetic lover do all the work. It was hard to remain immobile with the huge cock hollowing her from within but Carla soon adjusted herself to the new situation.
Then Arturo eased his cock out of Carla's cunt and the intelligent woman knew just what to expect next. He had shown a great liking for anal sex before, on several occasions, and now he was going to cornhole her again. It would delay Carla's orgasm but she knew that she would like it nonetheless. Anything they did in bed was good as long as it kept Arturo happy.
The muscular young chicano held his prick against the narrow opening of Carla's asshole, laughing when it slid up the crack toward her hips, lubricated by her pussy juice. Arturo concentrated on entering the woman properly, doubling his prick slightly and then stuffing the thick spongy head directly into that enchanting pink aperture. Soon half his thick rod was comfortably buried in Carla's narrowest, tightest fuck hole.
In the position she had assumed, Carla felt her asshole a little less accessible than usual. She was new to anal sex in any case and it was rather painful to feel the big prick dividing her in two, moving steadily forward inside her bunghole. Carla parted her legs a little farther, feeling immediate relief from the difficult friction and pressure.
Fortunately, Arturo did not continue to bugger the woman for long. The mystery of anal sex was long since passed with Carla and he soon decided that he preferred the woman's cunt, a much more interesting aperture. Carla sighed with relief as she felt the boy's cock sliding away, knowing that it wouldn't take long for him to bring her to a climax.
"Shove it into my pussy," Carla commanded, dropping her usually passive mien. "I want to feel it-all of it-pounding away inside my cunt! You can do it, Arturo, I know you can."
Arturo did not take long to do what Carla had asked of him. His prick was dark purple now, the veins standing out in stark contrast to the taut skin. He pushed forward and let the big organ slide in easily. Carla's cunt seemed tighter than ever after he had fucked her asshole for a few moments.
Almost immediately, Carla felt the onset of her long awaited orgasm. Her body was tired and sore from the position she had assumed but that did not detract from Carla's sensual pleasure. Her entire body was on fire, every nerve on edge, waiting for the relief of her imminent climax.
Carla held her breath for a moment, feeling Arturo's prick resting against her cunt walls. The boy was not moving at all, knowing that his work had been done and done well. He leaned over her, his heavy chest pressing her to the desk, smiling broadly as the woman went through her paces.
A moment later Carla started to come. Her cunt closed down around the prick that was filling it so well, as if she wanted to tear the weapon right off Arturo's body. Arturo had fucked her better than ever before.
Arturo began to fuck the woman again as soon as her orgasm had waned, moving faster now, his hips tightening as he whaled his prick into the well lubricated box. His body was covered with sweat, as Carla could see by turning her head over her shoulder and examining the boy closely.
But Arturo was not yet ready to come. His prick seemed to get ever harder, slamming repeatedly into Carla's pussy. Carla ground her tits against the blotter that covered her desk, quote uncomfortable in the cramped position, hoping that the boy would hurry and join her in a state of complete fulfillment.
Before Arturo could get his rocks off, something happened which shook the foundations of Carla's newfound happiness. She heard a sound behind her, followed by an all too familiar voice addressing her by name. The worst had happened, the very worst thing she could think of.
Standing in the doorway of the large private office was Mr. Jeffery Barnes, head of the advertising agency, Carla's employer for the last five years. After calling out the woman's name, Mr. Barnes stood like a statue, unable to believe his eyes. He had tried to seduce Carla himself early in their relationship but had given it up as a bad job, sure that the woman was completely frigid, an unregenerate man-hater.
Now she was bent over her desk, a swarthy young office boy fucking her from behind. It was impossible to comprehend, the last thing on earth he had expected to see. Jeffrey Barnes had come in to discuss business and now he was faced with a situation as disorienting as it was unprecedented.
"What on earth is going on here?" he was finally able to stutter. "Carla, I never expected this of you. I mean, it's impossible, I really can't believe my eyes."
Arturo withdrew from the woman instantly, not saying a word, his large stiff dick bouncing ludicrously before him. It looked like his job was going to end then and there but it had all been worth it. He had fucked the woman and had his fun and now he would have to pay the piper. It seemed a shame that Carla was likely to be canned along with him.
"There's no way I can explain it," Carla stated nervously, standing erect and trying to cover her nakedness with two slender hands. "I suppose you'll want to fire me now."
"Wait a minute," Mr. Barnes insisted. "I'm supposed to be making the decisions around here. Look, I can't afford to give you up. I'm shocked by this scene, but then again, you're a free woman ... a very beautiful one I might add."
Seeing an opportunity, Arturo began to speak for the first time since Mr. Barnes had entered the office. It was obvious that the middle-aged man was excited and intrigued by what he had seen, and it took no leap of the imagination to see that the man wanted to get in on the fun, which was fine with Arturo under those strange circumstances.
Carla watched the two men whispering, overcome with shame but having a pretty good idea of what would be expected from her. Mr. Barnes had had the hots for her along, only it wasn't going to be easy to fuck a paunchy, middle-aged executive after the virile young men she was used to. However, her job was on the line and Carla felt especially weak and passive, willing to submit to the orders of her lover and boss.
"Yes, I suppose I would like to fuck her," Mr. Barnes concluded, addressing his words to Arturo. "Nobody's around, and I know I can trust you to keep silent, if you want to keep working here, that is. Come on, Carla, I've been waiting for this a long time, as I'm sure you know."
"I don't want to do it," Carla protested. "It's wrong, it's rape. You want to take advantage of me. We were so happy before you showed up, you middle-aged bastard."
"Yes, I can see the kind of lovers you prefer," Mr. Barnes answered with a tolerant smile. "But you won't mind me, Carla. I'm pretty good for an old man. Besides, Arturo can stick around if that would make you less nervous about fucking me."
Arturo was more than happy to obey his boss, knowing that his job was no longer in jeopardy. He had shared Carla before, felt in no way possessive about the nymphomaniacal beauty. It would be fun to watch the boss getting his rocks off and seeing how Carla reacted to a lover more her own age.
Mr. Barnes began to undress immediately, forcing Carla to sit down on the couch and watch him disrobe. At first the woman was in a panic half remembering her scene with David Green, the older man who had so savagely taken her virginity. However, the analogy was obviously false, Mr. Barnes was a good-natured man and most likely had no intention of hurting her.
Eventually the man was stark naked, revealing a swelling prick at least as large as Arturo's tool. He sat down with Carla and began to caress the woman's large tits, not caring that she had been fucked already that afternoon. Stuck in an unhappy marriage, he was glad to take what he could get, especially with a woman as lovely and desirable as Carla Williams.
Jeffrey lowered his head to the woman's tits, sucking one large pink nipple into his greedy mouth. Carla shuddered with fear, still not reconciled to making it with a man older than herself. Still, she was in a bad situation, could not possibly protest. Her breasts quivered and then the woman started to feel herself being turned on all over again.
Without being told, Carla reached down and took her boss's prick in hand, massaging the organ gently, working it into a state of untrammeled erection. The man was well hung all right, his prick smoothing out as it expanded, pulling the skin tight. The head protruded irresistibly, big and soft and red, just right to be taken into her hungry talented mouth.
Carla bent over her employer's lap, replacing her slender fingers with a warm, hungry mouth. She was draped across Jeffrey Barnes like a little girl awaiting a spanking, her ass prominent, her tits crushed against the man's thighs. She could see Arturo watching her but that made things better, assured Carla that nothing too terrible was likely to happen to her.
Mr. Barnes leaned back on the couch, still trying to digest the new situation. There was no denying his sexual pleasure but it seemed like a dream, something that could not possibly be happening to him in reality. Carla had been an iceberg since he had known her, nothing like the sensual creature who was now working on every inch of his swollen prick.
He allowed Carla to go on sucking his prick for a few moments, knowing that there would be plenty of time to fuck the woman. It was crazy to have the lowest paid of his employees sitting in the same room, smoking a cigarette and watching him closely, but that fit in somehow. There was no understanding the crazy scene so that he might as well sit back and enjoy it.
Finally, Mr. Barnes tired of having his cock sucked. It would have been easy to let Carla bring him to orgasm in that manner, but he had waited a long time to get at the woman and wasn't going to waste his big opportunity. No, her cunt was grinding against his chest now as the woman contorted her body, just waiting to be entered by his big, horny cock.
"Lie down on the couch, Carla," Mr. Barnes commanded, pushing the woman's head away from his erect rod. "I'm going to fuck you now, show you that it can be fun with an old man like me."
Carla did not bother to answer her boss, sensing the justice of his words. It was different doing it with an older man, but so far it wasn't at all unpleasant. Even if she didn't have another orgasm from fucking the man, her job was safe and that had to Carla's prime consideration.
Carla reclined on the couch, sitting rather than lying, her legs spread as far apart as they would go, her blonde pussy gaping open and pink. Mr. Barnes crouched down before the woman, his prick parallel with that fascinating box, his face already covered with sweat. He was ready to fuck the woman right before the eyes of the amused young office boy.
Mr. Barnes held his prick firmly in hand and then guided it quickly into Carla's luscious fuck box. He fit in easily enough and immediately began to move, lowering his head to suck on the woman's irresistible nipples once again. Carla sighed with lust, turning the man on all the more, wondering what the outcome would be of their strange situation.
She wrapped both hands around her boss's neck, holding his leonine head against her breast. Mr. Barnes was well past forty, by far the oldest man she had fucked since David Green. But as long as Arturo remained in her office everything was going to be alright. It was vaguely possible that the men would decide to fuck her together, playing right into Carla's hands.
But Mr. Barnes had no intention of sharing his conquest. Arturo had had his fun and now the boy would have to cool his heels, wait until he himself was finished with Carla. What they did afterwards was their own business. For the moment he could be concerned only with his own rampaging sensuality.
Jeffrey held Carla by the hips, working his prick all the way into the woman's delightfully welcoming pussy. His lips and tongue continued to torment Carla's heavy tits, as the woman allowed herself to become excited. Then Mr. Barnes bit into the woman's nipples, realizing that Carla was past the point of caring, was lost completely in her sexual passion.
"Fuck me, fuck me hard," Carla moaned, unaware of her own words. "It feels so good when you do it to me like that."
Mr. Barnes flashed a quick wink to Arturo Gonzalez, proud of his ability to turn the woman on. Arturo smiled back, not caring what went on at that point. It was fun to watch somebody else trying to satisfy Carla, and it might as well be the boss. The woman was capable of anything.
Mr. Barnes let go of Carla's tits, concentrating on his swollen sensitive prick. He lunged forward and then withdrew slightly, making Carla move forward on the couch to recapture the heavy organ. A new thought was taking shape in his mind, something that he would act on as soon as they had run the course of their bout of passionate fucking.
He slowed down slightly, wondering if it would be possible to get Carla to come, despite her stated aversion to older men. He reamed the woman out slowly and lovingly, his prick gliding in an inch at a time, touching every inch of her luscious pussy walls. Carla reacted properly but not especially passionately, enjoying herself but not nearly as much as she had with Arturo.
Soon Mr. Barnes gave it up as a bad job. He might as well think only of his own pleasure, take full advantage of the unprecedented chance to fuck his most gorgeous employee. His sex life had been none too successful of late, but Carla had turned him on just fine, reviving his flagging virility with her magnificent body and submissive attitude.
Every man should have a woman like Carla, he thought as he continued to plow the woman's grasping hot pussy. Life around the office was usually dull, but Carla had added a new dimension to it. From then on she was going to be his, whenever he wanted her, a thought that turned him on all the more.
Mr. Barnes slammed his prick all the way back into Carla's pussy, pressing his stomach against the woman's groin, wallowing in the moisture of her clinging labia. He was practically on top of the woman now, shielding her from Arturo's avid inspection crushing Carla's slender but resilient body. In just a few seconds he would be ready to fill the woman with come.
Arturo moved closer to the lusting couple, sure that the end was near. He was impressed with his boss's sexual technique and had long since overcome any feelings of jealousy. He had been left high and dry but that didn't really matter, since he was likely to get another chance with Carla that very day, as soon as Barnes finished and left the private office.
Mr. Barnes rocked back and forth on his knees, causing his prick to withdraw and re-enter Carla's pussy with increasing speed. His face turned red as a lobster as he approached orgasm, his muscles knotted, his body no longer appearing tired and out of shape. Mr. Barnes felt like a new man, completely rejuvenated by Carla's dynamite body and tireless exertions.
The man moved his body faster and faster, his prick looking like a blur as it slid deeper into Carla's pussy. He could feel the woman's erect clitoris rubbing against his crotch but she was still obviously nowhere near ready to come. Mr. Barnes closed his eyes and continued to plank the woman, feeling the come moving up slowly and irresistibly to the tip of his prick.
He slammed the weapon home once more, screaming aloud as the come shot out of his prick with all the force of a live geyser. A few strokes followed and then the middle-aged man slumped to his knees again, his prick sliding out of Carla's cunt with a thick drop of come pearling on its tip.
It took a few moments for Carla to catch her breath and recover. She hadn't exactly enjoyed fucking her boss, but it hadn't been a tenth as bad as she had expected. Now the woman didn't know what to do with herself, sitting naked before her two lovers, letting them decide her fate.
"I guess I ought to split," Arturo suggested. "I mean, I don't mind if you fire me. I shouldn't have been fucking her in the office, even if she asked me to do it."
"I don't blame you, son," Mr. Barnes answered, smiling paternally at the lad. "You're a good worker, and I can't imagine how you could have resisted her. No, you go back to the mail-room and leave things to me. I have no intention of dismissing you."
Arturo looked at Carla and then back at Mr. Barnes. It seemed that he was going to get off easily, which made sense when he thought about it in detail. Mr. Barnes had to keep him on if he didn't want the whole office to know about his affair with Carla. In fact, if he played his cards right, a raise and a promotion weren't out of the question.
After Arturo had left, Mr. Barnes stood naked above the tired woman, wondering what to say. He began once and then bit back his words, knowing that it would be hard to take a moralistic tone with a woman he had just fucked. Finally he gathered his thoughts and addressed the woman directly.
"I'm going back to my office," Mr. Barnes announced. "I want you to get dressed and join me there in five minutes. No Carla, I'm not going to fire you. I may have a reputation as a tyrant, but I'll prove it isn't true."
"You mean, you don't mind that I was fucking Arturo?" Carla asked incredulously. "All right, I'll get dressed as quickly as I can. Really, I'm sorry that all this happened."
"I'm not—not by a long shot," Mr. Barnes answered with a smile. "In fact, I have a proposal I want to make to you; something that might serve both our interests."
So saying, the tall, white-haired executive climbed back into his clothing and left Carla's office, making sure to close the door before anyone could look in on the naked woman. Yes, Carla was going to do him a big favor if she wanted to keep her job, a task that would be right up her alley.