Archive Note: The publisher started out by labeling the various sections in this pocketbook with the word "CHAPTER," but only "CHAPTER ONE" was so annotated.
CHAPTER ONE
Voluptuous, beautiful, enticing ... adjectives raced through Brace's mind while he stood stunned by the alluring sexuality of his boss' wife.
His eyes couldn't take in enough of her, her sparkling red hair, the haughty back which curved into lush, sensuous buttocks....
As he stared, her hands slid up her sides to rest lightly on the contours of her breasts, and he felt a sudden lurch of eagerness in his loins. His testicles rose into the tightening security of their sac. His eyes roved over the sleek curves of her supine body. His gaze shifted downward probing the deep, sensual well of her navel.
Beneath the more than obvious admiration of his eyes, her legs languidly opened, spreading in a wanton invitation. Through the silken muff of auburn moss, bushed in a neat triangle over the plump rise of her pubis, he could see the pink lips of her cunt They pouted slightly, quivering with anticipation.
"Satisfied?" The woman's emerald green eyes flashed bright with lust. "Is this what you expected?"
Beneath the more than obvious admiration of his a deep, throaty whisper. "Beautiful."
He wasn't spouting some line. They were past the point of whispering sweet nothings in the game of seduction-if they had ever played the game to start with. They had skipped all the preliminaries and moved to the heart of the matter. This was no coy game, but raw carnal desire.
"What are you waiting for?" she said, looking at him with puzzlement. "This is what you brought me here for, isn't it? I can't spend the whole night E.Z. isn't too bright, but if I'm out later than usual, he might begin to suspect something."
There was no trace of fear in her voice. In fact, Brace was struck by her almost business-like tones. It was as if sex was something she wanted and wanted now.
Like this is something she's gone through a thousand times before, he thought while he tossed his coat aside and slipped his tie from around his neck. How many times has she done this? With how many men?
They were idle thoughts. He really didn't care. She was here now and in his bed. But a young woman like Joanna must have other extramarital lovers. It only stood to reason. After all, she was only in her late twenties and E.Z. was sixty, retirement age.
He pushed the stray thoughts from his mind and turned his full attention to the enticing prospect ahead of him. Quickly peeling away his shirt, he opened his belt and tugged down the zipper of his pants. He kicked them away, toeing off shoes and socks.
Her shining green eyes were locked to him as he stood there in his jockey shorts. A thin smile played over his lips. She was just as interested in seeing him in the buff as he was in gazing at her nakedness.
Slowly, he eased down his briefs. His cock, hard and needy, shafted outward, jerking with its newfound freedom. He saw her eyes widened with wanton hunger. The delicate nostrils of her thin nose flared with the sharp intake of her breath.
While she watched the sway of his jutting prick, he walked to her and seated himself on the edge of the bed. Her eyes rose to his and she opened her arms.
Hovering above her on extended arms, he leaned to her. Their lips met, brushing softly against each other for a moment. Then her arms encircled his back, drawing him to her. Her mouth opened and the moist snake of her tongue darted out.
Opening his own mouth, he accepted her taunting probes and teasing flourishes. And when she had finished, he returned the exciting oral foreplay.
Simultaneously, he eased himself onto the bed beside the beautiful temptress who offered herself to him. She felt good, her naked body pressed warmly along his bare side. Her skin was as smooth and soft as it looked.
While their tongues continued to flick and explore, he slid a hand up along the voluptuous curves of her side. His fingers brushed the rounded firmness of a summery warm tit. She moaned softly, despite the eager twisting of her tongue.
Slowly, taunting her with his languor, his fingertips crept around the base of her breast. And when he had completed the teasing journey around the opulantly large mound of tit flesh, his palm began to move upward.
Still circling, his hand spiralled, climbing up that delightful dome. He felt her shivers of arousal Tasted the slightly acid taste of excitement in her mouth. Higher and higher his titillating hand rose, creeping closer and closer to the stiff pinnacle of desire at its peak.
"Ohhh!" She moaned in a whimpery voice.
His fingertips found and fondled the lust-laden button of her nipple. Around and around he taunted at the stiff, pink bud, sending tingling waves of sexual need through her.
And when his hand abruptly cupped the resilient mound, she groaned again, this time with mounting want. He kneaded that pliant ball of flesh. His fingers dug into her breast. White tit flesh squelched up between his fingers as he molded the satin-textured skin under his urgent grasp.
Like a child with a new toy, he rolled the heavy melon. He juggled it in his palm. He tugged at it, then released it, enjoying its jigging dance when it jostled back to its original sleek, dome-like form. He squeezed it, kneaded it. And he tried to flatten it against her chest. It was an impossible task, but a quite pleasurable one.
And when he had played to his heart's content, he pulled his mouth from hers and lowered his head to capture one of the delicate nipples between his lips.
"Ahhhhh!" She groaned lustfully. Her back arched, shoving the pillowy cushion of her tit into his face. "That's it! Suck it!"
He opened his jaws until he thought they would crack, then swooped down and accepted as much of that creamy, warm mound as his mouth could hold. He sucked, pulling hard at her. His tongue, like a wet, feathery whip, lashed back and forth across the desire-filled button of her nipple. His teeth nibbled at her, creating a confusing mixture of pain and pleasure within her willing body.
"Oh, yes!" Her hands locked behind his neck, pulling his head against her tit, smothering him in luscious flesh. "God! that's what I want!"
He gave her more.
Roughly, he reached between the satiny spread of her thighs and grasped the womanly knoll of her pubis. He squeezed down hard, his fingers massaging the plump mound of sex. Her groans grew with need. Her body writhed sensually against him.
Feeling the flow of juices oozing from the quivering lips of-her pussy, he tickled a finger up into the moist mouth of her sex. Immediately, her pelvis bucked forward. She slammed her crotch into his palm, impaling herself on his inquisitive digit all the way up to his third knuckle.
She was wet. The spongy interior of her quim was like an ocean. She was hot and ready. There was no need for further tauntings. But recognizing that and still providing every pleasure possible marked the difference between a man and a boy.
And Tom Brace was a man.
In quick, deep-probing strokes, he rifled his finger in and out of the wanton slit of her cunt. He pumped her, twisting and screwing around in the clinging sheath of her cuntal channel.
Matching the arousing rhythm of his finger thrusts, her hips hunched and bucked into his hand. She writhed and squirmed against him, trying to press closer, to melt into him.
Her own hands slid from the back of his neck and drifted quickly down his chest, then his stomach. Without the smallest taunt of tickle, she clamped both hands around his turgid stalk of cock. In tight, vise-like fists, she jacked at him. Up and down the bone-hard rail of his sex, her squeezing hands worked at him. His loins burned. His balls ached with need.
Slipping his entrenched finger from the haven of her belly, he pulled his lips from the pinkly glowing rise of her tit. Then with one last kiss to that charming nipple, he covered her mouth with his once more. He drove his tongue toward her throat.
In unison they moved. He rolled atop the trembling bed of her nakedness, while she spread her legs wide in anticipation of what would come next. At the same time, her hands guided the swollen crown of his cock to the waiting mouth of her cunt.
When her hands released their hold, his hips did a little jerk. In one plummeting stroke, he shafted into her, opening her body.
"Yessssss!" Her back arched, her hips lurched up, shoving against him. "God, it feels so good I So big! So hard!"
It did feel good. The liquid warmth of her interior bathed him. His lust-thickened stalk of manmeat seemed to swell even more within the intimate union of their bodies. His balls were doing all sorts of wild gymnastics within the wrinkled bag of his scrotum.
She was tight-almost virgin tight. The clingy folds of her vagina molded around his stiffness, enfolding him in their warm embrace. She felt like a glove around him. It was a tightness he had experienced before, but only when drilled deeply into a woman's anus.
It would have been enough to just lie there, soaking in the luxurious heat of her body, feeling the excited pulse of his cock twitching within her.
But the woman beneath him had other needs.
"Fuck me!" She urged him in a throaty moan of lust. 'Tuck me!"
He responded to her needs.
Slowly, he withdrew the deep-drilled lance of his manhood. He slithered out of her willing body one inch at a time, delighting when her pelvic muscles clamped down on him, squeezing him. He sucked in a breath. The friction she created in the socket of her cunt was unbelievable. The desire-laden head of his prick burned with sexual heat.
With only his glans embedded in her pink gash, he paused a moment, enjoying the eager writhing of her body as she anticipated the downward swing of his hips. She whimpered her need, begging him to ram back into the cleft of her loins.
Taunting, he held his position until her eyes fluttered open and gazed at him with confusion, bewildered that he didn't comply with her wishes.
Tuck me! Damn you!" Her voice hissed with near desperation. "Fuck me!"
Then and only then did he slam back into her body. Hard and deep, he drove into the heated pocket of her pussy, filling her with the shaft of lust she craved.
"Aaarraggahhh!" She groaned, writhing under the forceful invasion.
He jerked back, then skewered himself ball deep into the tremulous groove of her snatch. Then again and again!
There was no art In their union, no finer points in erotic pleasures. The woman beneath him was as hot as his balls. He fucked her. Hard and long, he crammed every inch of his prick into the hot slash of her cunt.
Sheer carnal lust had brought her to his bed and sheer carnal lust was what he gave her. Relentless, his cock pistoned in and out of her wanton body. She wanted the wicked excitement of balling a man other than her husband-he fed it into her inch after throbbing inch.
"Deep ... deeper!" She cried out in pleasure between her moans. "I want it deeper!"
It was a request easily filled. Without breaking the ruthless tempo of his pounding hips, he reached down, his palms wedging beneath the ovals of her ass cheeks.
He lifted her from the bed a bit. The effect was immediate. He poled deep. The swollen crown of his prick delved into the moist folds of her cunt, touching new depths of her body.
Her body jerked in reaction. Her pelvis undulated under him, hunching to accept each thrust of his meaty rod. Her hands grasped the boulder-taut mounds of his buttocks. She pulled at him, trying to draw him even deeper into the juice-slick tunnel of her cunt.
Down he drove and her hips leapt up. Her pussy swallowed every stiff inch of his cock. He wrenched back from her scabbard of flesh. The redhead's ass dropped to the bed. Her pussy squeezed down, sucking at him.
They worked together, matching stroke for stroke. Harder and faster, their bodies hunched. The fires of erotic fervor consumed them. Unbridled and uninhibited in their lusty wants and needs, they fucked, their bodies glistening with a sheen of sweat.
Louder and louder her moans echoed within the bed; moans which dissolved into a steady stream of groans, then grunts. Abruptly, she threw herself" against him, her back arching from the bed. Every muscle in her body went rigid. A high-pitched cry of ecstasy escaped from her pleasure-writhing lips. She came, long and violent She came, held in the grasp of unleashed lust.
Then and only then did he allow the fiery need of his groin to take control. He lashed in and out of her orgasmically contracting cunt. Hotter and hotter the juices of his loins boiled. Then in one desperate plunge he rammed himself full length into the welcoming mouth of her belly.
Sperm and semen erupted from the slitted mouth of his cock. Hot and thick, he spewed his lust forth. He groaned and grunted like a stallion mounted on a mare. Again and again the jets of his release fountained from the depths of his testicles.
He drained himself, emptying his seminal reserves into the greedy mouth of her pussy. He was exhausted and sated. He had filled her desires, as well as his own. Now, he just lay there, feeling the diminishing quakes of her satisfied body.
How long he remained there, he didn't know. But he didn't roll from her until his prick deflated and slithered from her come-drenched cunt. Then he lay on his back, regaining his still panting breath and depleted strength.
The bed jostled beside him and he heard Joanna slip away. There was the rustle of clothing for a moment, followed by the closing of the bathroom door and the sudden sound of the shower.
He smiled as he lifted himself a bit and reached over to snag a cigarette from a pack on the nightstand. Lighting it, he sucked the blue smoke deeply into his lungs and exhaled. He'd never understand a woman's sudden need for privacy the minute after lovemaking. It was as though she abruptly realized her nakedness and rushed off to cover it. He smiled again, taking another hit from the cigarette. There was a dull aching in his bladder. Too many drinks at the party, he thought, considering for a moment to suddenly rush in and invade his bathroom. But on second thought, he let the idea pass. He could wait until Mrs. Joanna Prime had her few moments alone.
He finished his smoke by the time the door opened and Joanna stepped back into the bedroom. To his surprise she had once more donned her black evening gown.
"It will only take a minute for me to get ready," he said, realizing that their romp in the hay was over, just like that. One moment, this redhead was the most passionate woman he had ever met and the next, she was dressed and ready to go.
"Don't bother," she shook her head. "I'll have the doorman call me a taxi. E.Z. might not appreciate you bringing me to the door."
She smiled. But it wasn't the type of smile he expected from a woman who had just shared his bed. In fact, he couldn't even describe it as a friendly smile. It was the sort of smile one expects when passing a not too close acquaintance in a corridor at work, polite, but somehow cold.
Before he could answer, Joanna turned and left the bedroom. There was the sound of the door to the apartment opening, then closing behind her.
Perplexed, Brace just sat, staring after her.
TWO
"Tonight at eight?" Brace leaned over the desk and smiled down at the attractive blonde.
Angie's head rose, blue eyes gleaming with delight. "Why, Mr. Brace, what would the boss say if he were to learn his firecracker idea man was trying to hustle one of the girls in the secretarial pool?"
Girl was never the word Tom Brace would use to describe the sexy female seated before him. Angie was woman, all woman.
"The old man would probably be extremely jealous that he hadn't thought of it," Brace said. "Hey, maybe he has thought of it. You're not fooling around with E.Z. on the side, are you?"
"Tom Brace! If I hadn't been planning for this night for the past three days, I'd tell you where you could shove-"
Angie stopped abruptly and glanced around the office nervously, as though she realized her voice had risen and someone might be listening to them. All the other girls in the room were occupied with their typewriters. "Errrrr, the very thought of the old man touching me makes my skin crawl," Angie said in a much lowered voice. I'm not that hard up, not yet."
"Good! I'd hate to think I was competing with the boss," Brace said, suddenly remembering the night before and Joanna. Keen desire and a twinge of discomfort suffused through him. Last night had been a mistake. What if Prime ever found out? He pushed the thought from his mind, refusing to dwell on it. "Tonight at eight, then?" He asked for the second time.
"Tonight at eight," the secretary replied with a nod. "And for that comment about me fooling around with E.Z. Prime, I will completely ignore the right hand column of the menu tonight!"
"Shameless!" Brace chided. "Don't you know that we young advertising geniuses are underpaid?"
Angie's soft laugh was interrupted by the ringing of her desk phone. Lifting the receiver, she listened for a few moments, then looked back to Brace. 'That was Alice White, E.Z.'s personal secretary. It seems like the old man wants to see you in his office-immediately, if not sooner."
"Did she say what it's all about?" Brace felt his earlier discomfort return. What if Prime already knew about what had happened the night before? "Alice just said that if I saw you, I was to shuttle you into the boss's office," Angie said with a shake of her head. "Not expecting trouble are you? I thought you were number one on Prime's up and coming list."
"No trouble," Brace said, unable to shake his uneasiness. "Just wondering what's on the old man's mind. Guess there's only one way to find out."
"See you tonight," Angie said as he turned to walk away.
"Tonight," Brace nodded, "at eight."
Walking from the secretarial pool, Brace moved to the elevator and punched the button for the executive office level. Sucking in a deep breath to steady himself, he stepped from the elevator and entered Prime's office suite. Alice White looked up from her desk and smiled in recognition.
"Mr. Prime said to send you in as soon as you arrived," the middle-aged woman said.
Brace looked at her questioning.
"Your guess is as good as mine," Alice said with a slow shake of her head. 'You know he likes to make his men sweat a bit."
"Yeah," Brace replied. "Guess the only way to find Out what this is all about is to go in and see what the old man's got on his mind."
Alice gave him a sympathic smile when he moved past her and entered Prime's office.
"E.Z. Prime glanced up from behind his desk when Brace entered. He was on the phone. With a wave of his arm, he told Brace to take a seat, then returned to his telephone conversation.
Realizing he was to wait until the boss was through, Brace seated himself in a chair near the man's desk. He glanced around the office, his gaze eventually returning to Prime, studying him.
He had known Prime was old, but it seemed this was the first time he recognized his age. Sixty, that's what the personnel records said, but he looked ten years older. Why would a woman in her late twenties, such as Joanna, ever marry a man like Prime? Money? No, it couldn't just be money, Brace decided, Joanna could find money in any number of men, all of them a better catch than E. Z. Prime.
Love? Brace discarded the idea after another glance at the man seated before him. The ravages of Prime's alcoholism were apparent in his face. E.Z. Prime was a drunk. No woman stepped into a marriage with a man like that, not even for love, or money. It has to be something else.
The differences between husband and wife went far beyond age. Joanna was the go-getter and Prime was the total incompetent. Perhaps that was the answer. Rumors said Joanna was the real power behind Prime, the decision maker. Perhaps that was it-the old saying that behind every great man there was a woman.
If that was the case, Joanna was falling flat on her face, Brace mused. Office rumors had it that the advertising agency was on the brink of bankruptcy, losing money hand over fist. Brace had never confirmed the rumor, but he could very well believe it. In the six months he had been with the firm, there hadn't been the addition of one new client. In fact several had withdrawn their business and taken it to other agencies.
There was a sharp click as Prime dropped the receiver into its cradle. Brace looked up at him.
"Well, well, that's the type of calls I like to receive," Prime said with a wide grin. "That was Mazour English."
Brace's pulse quickened. He had been working on the English account for two months.
"He just signed a year's contract with us," Prime said, beaming with pleasure. Brace felt relief and pride course through him. "I just thought you'd like to know," Prime said. "I won't try to hide it, Brace, I like the work you did with English. The account is one of the biggest we've gotten in recent years.
"I also thought you might like to do a bit of celebrating," Prime said. "I've already made arrangements for dinner tonight at my home. Let's say around eight. That is if you don't have plans for the evening."
The way Prime offered the invitation, Brace realized there was no way to get out of it. Prime damn well expected him to be there. "Thank you, I'd be glad to dine with you."
"Good, good," Prime replied. "Eight tonight."
Brace rose, realizing his meeting with Prime had ended, then walked from the room. With a pleased wink to Alice White, he quickly strode to the elevator and made his way back down to the lower offices. He hated to break what was shaping up to be an interesting evening with Angie, but there was no way he could refuse Prime. Entering the secretarial pool, he found Angie's desk and explained all that had occurred.
"Dinner with E.Z. Prime doesn't sound like much of a celebration," the blonde said. "But I understand. You can't very well turn the old man down. But I am disappointed. Think we could arrange a rain check for tonight?"
"I've got an even better plan," Brace said. "Why don't we make a late night of it? I'll try to get away from Prime's as soon as possible, then we can go out and do some real celebrating."
Angie grinned. "Sounds great! Tomorrow's Saturday, a late night won't interfere with my working girl's schedule."
"Good, then I'll give you a ring as soon as I manage to break away from the old man," Brace said.
Angie reached out and squeezed his hand. "Now you'd better get back to your office and go after another English account."
He smiled, realizing her meaning. No matter how big the English account was, it was his now and that was past. He had to think about the future. Sitting on one's can didn't get the job done.
The Prime home, or mansion as the case was, spoke of money and taste. The combination was one Brace liked. He wondered if Joanna's hand had guided its decoration, as the butler led him into an immense living room where Prime and his young wife awaited their dinner guest. One quick glance told Brace his host was well into his cups.
"Ah, Brace, glad you could make it," Prime said, pushing shakily from his chair. His speech was slurred and uneven. "I'd like you to meet my wife, Joanna."
"Mr. Brace," Joanna said extending a hand toward Brace. She was cool and formal, no hint of what had happened between them the night before. There was not even a flicker of recognition in her emerald green eyes.
Brace didn't expect a hug and a kiss from the woman. He knew there was no way for her even to hint at what they had shared. She had to act her part. But Joanna's coolness went beyond just acting. She was distant, as though he didn't exist.
"So, you're the young fire-eater my husband's been talking about all evening," Joanna said, moving to a sofa and seating herself.
"A real giant-killer," Prime mumbled. "Just the type of young man the agency needs. Mazour English, can you believe it?"
"And what new giants do you plan to slay for the agency, Mr. Brace?" Joanna said.
Brace wasn't prepared for this verbal fencing. The butler entered to take orders for drinks, saving him from having to answer, giving him a moment or two to gather himself. There was more than coolness in Joanna. She was acting the bitch, as though she were somehow jealous of his success with the English account.
"I thought I'd give Brace the Thompson account to work on next," Prime said, gulping down the remains of a scotch and water.
"Thompson, now that would be a feather in any young executive's cap," Joanna said, her eyes knifing Brace. "It would also allow us to judge your methods, Mr. Brace. E.Z.'s always interested in the techniques of his young men. Bringing one client to the agency can be a matter of luck, sometimes."
Luck? Months of hard work and she was saying the English account might be luck? Brace supressed the anger that rose within him. Why was she goading him? What was she trying to do?
"We're here to celebrate, not talk business," Prime said, taking a new drink the butler brought and ordering another. He raised his glass. "To your continued success, Brace."
"Yes," Joanna said. "To success."
Brace accepted the toast and drained at least half his drink. The alcohol felt good going down, soothing, helping him calm himself.
"Tell us about yourself, Mr. Brace," Joanna said, lowering her own glass. "All E.Z. has talked about is your business prowess. Surely there's more to Tom Brace than just business."
There was a bit of edge to the redhead's words, but Brace took the opportunity to move the conversation away from the agency and business. Whatever was eating at Joanna seemed to revolve around the English account, or perhaps the fact that he was in her home. Was that it? Does she feel threatened by my presence here? He could understand the vulnerability she could feel at having her lover so close to her husband. But Joanna's subtle attacks on him seemed to be rooted deeper than that.
The tension began to ease a bit as he started to talk. Or perhaps it was the drink flowing in his bloodstream, Brace wasn't sure. He had briefly related a bit of his early personal history, when the butler once again entered the room.
"Dinner is ready, madam," he announced.
Joanna glanced at her husband, paling visibly. Prime had passed out in his chair. She looked to Brace. "I'm terribly sorry about this."
She offered no excuse. It wouldn't have helped. Brace could see Prime had guzzled himself into oblivion.
"Charles, would you help me take Mr. Prime to his room?" Joanna turned to the butler, rising from the sofa.
"Let me help," Brace said, pushing from his own chair and moving to Prime's side before the woman could protest. Both he and the butler took one of Prime's arms and lifted him. The man didn't even stir.
"Thank you, sir," the butler said. "Mr. Prime's room is upstairs."
"After you, Charles," Brace said, as they carried the man from the room.
Upstairs, they placed Prime on his bed. Brace then left the bedroom and walked back downstairs, allowing Joanna to undress her husband. He glanced at his wristwatch. Nine o'clock, he'd be with' Angie sooner than he expected.
"Again, I must apologize for my husband, Mr. Brace," Joanna said as she entered the room.
"I understand," Brace replied. "Under the circumstances, I think it might be better if I left."
"No, dinner is ready," she said with a shake of her head. "Since you're already here, I see no reason to let it go to waste. If you'll follow me, the dining room is this way."
Almost without thinking, Brace walked after her. A subtle change had come over the woman. She was no longer defensive. The bite was gone from her words.
"You were telling me about your life, Tom," she said as they seated themselves at the table. "Would you mind continuing?"
There was genuine interest in her voice, as though she really cared. Picking up where he left off before Prime passed out, Brace recounted a thumbnail sketch of himself.
Then she opened to him, telling bits and pieces of her own life. She was warm now, even charming. There was more to this woman than met the eye, though what met the eye was enough to send stirrings of lust through Brace's loins. He saw now why he had taken this woman to his apartment last night. He saw how easy it would be to do it once again.
But there was more than just a sexually attractive woman here with him. As he listened to the beautiful redhead, he began to get a glimmer of just what made Joanna Prime tick.
While she never came right out and said it, he sensed the tension and frustration that was shelled within her beautiful body. She was the only child of wealthy parents, parents who spoiled her with all their money could buy. The same parents that had drilled into her mind that she was a woman and there were social standards a woman must meet.
There was the catch. Joanna was a woman, a fact she apparently loved and hated at the same time. Woman versus man-she carried the battle of the sexes deeply within her. She wanted to be a woman, a complete woman that fulfilled all that society expected of her. But at the same time, she wanted more. She was aggressive and intelligent. She wanted the power held by men, power a woman could never hope to attain.
She was born ten years too early, Brace thought. Her parents had conditioned her to the female role and despite the recent woman's liberation movement, that conditioning was too deeply ingrained in her life.
As she talked, her reasons for marrying Prime became obvious.-Prime was old and incompetent, but he held a seat of power and authority. All she had to do was work a bit of feminine wile and she manipulated him, molding him to her purposes. She controlled her alcoholic husband and in doing so, she obtained the power she sought so desperately.
But Prime was not enough. He didn't fulfill all her needs. Joanna was still a woman. And that woman contained all the needs and desires of any healthy woman. Prime, living in the alcoholic haze that was his life, could never be the man Joanna needed. Thus, she took lovers, cheating on her husband, finding the release for the woman within her in the bed of other men.
"I've been talking too much," Joanna suddenly said. "Would you care for another drink?"
"Yes," Brace answered. "Sounds like just the thing to cap off a marvelous dinner."
"We've got some excellent brandy in the den," she said with a smile.
"Brandy would be perfect." Brace rose and helped her from her seat.
Taking his arm, she led him down a long hallway to a large, wood paneled room. A blazing fireplace located in the far end gave the room a warm and cozy feel.
"The brandy is over there, if you wouldn't mind." Joanna released his arm and moved to a sofa, curling up on it, legs tucked beneath her. "I often come in here alone at night, just to sit and watch the fire."
"I can understand that," Brace said, finding the brandy and snifters. He poured two drinks and turned back to the woman. "There's something about a fire that's relaxing."
Joanna patted the sofa beside her, indicating she wanted him next to her. He accepted. This was a completely different woman from the Joanna who had greeted him in the living room. With Prime safely tucked away upstairs, did she now feel secure enough to let Joanna the woman out of hiding?
He handed her one of the snifters. Her fingers touched his hand, lingering there for a moment. Her eyes rose to meet his, gazing.
"I hope E.Z.'s behavior didn't spoil your evening," she said. He was suddenly aware of the warmth of her body pressing against his side. "The English account is really something to celebrate."
Her glass rose in a small toast and she sipped at the brandy. He did the same, his eyes locked to hers over the tops of their glasses.
"Mnnnnmm," she sighed, placing her snifter on the coffee table before them. "That's good. It makes me feel so warm inside."
She leaned back, the rounded bulge of her breast brushing his arm. Despite the long hostess gown she wore, Brace remembered the body hidden beneath that silky fabric-remembered those sensuous curves, the marvelous womanly feel to her. A shivery sensation of desire coursed through his groin.
Her green eyes rose back to him, sparkling with the light from the fire. She was beautiful. There was no way he could deny that. She was one of the most beautiful women he had ever met and Tom Brace had met quite a few women.
And she's the boss's uAfe!
But that no longer mattered. He had tasted the forbidden fruit once. It was easier to ignore all the warnings that told him to stay clear of this flaming haired seductress, easier to give into the sexual spell that radiated from her.
He leaned toward her. Her face tilted up. Their lips met, brushing warmly against each other. They part, gazing at one another. There was no way he could mistake the shimmering light of desire glowing in the depths of her eyes. He had seen that same smoldering fire last night.
He kissed her again. This time, his tongue flicked out, teasing her lips until they opened to accept his probing oral digit.
She came into his arms, pressing against him. The firm balls of her tits rolled against his chest, stirring memories of those luxurious mounds as they met his naked body the night before.
Her tongue was alive now. Passionately that moist little digit teased and taunted, duelling over and around his tongue. Then she thrusted forward, driving her tongue into his mouth. She whipped it around, eagerly and willingly.
The boss's wife or not, this was what he wanted. The pulsing surges of sexual need throbbed in his loins. Desire flamed within him.
His hands moved from her back, sliding around to cup the bountiful bulges of her breasts. He squeezed down, kneading the resilient flesh hidden beneath her dress.
The red-haired beauty moaned, pressing herself even harder against his massaging palms. "No!" She groaned, pushing away from him. "Now Brace was unable to grasp what was wrong. He stared at her, uncertain of what had happened.
"What do you think I am?" Her green eyes still burned, but now flames of anger leaped within them. "I'm not some cheap tramp to be used when your animal lusts need to be released. I'm not a piece of property just waiting for your desires."
Brace blinked, still confused by her reaction. One moment she was a woman, a woman willing and ready for a man. And now....
"I think it would be best if you leave," she said, anger burning in her every word. "Get out of my home, Mr. Brace. What happened last night gives you no claim on me. If there's a next time between us, I'll let you know when I want you! Now leave!"
Brace couldn't find his voice or the words he wanted. Like a man suddenly dazed by the blow of a falling sand bag, he pushed from the sofa and strode from the room, leaving Joanna Prime alone within the security of her den.
THREE
What the hell is happening? Brace slammed the door to his apartment behind him.
The drive back to his place hadn't cooled him off. Joanna and her bitchy put-down still raged within him. He was no longer surprised or hurt-just angry. Why? What game is she playing?
He didn't want to think about her, but Joanna wouldn't leave his mind. Like a loop of video tape the scene in the den replayed itself in his mind. She wanted it. I could tell that. She was ready and willing. And then....
He shook his head. He wasn't sure what happened then. One minute the sexy redhead had been in his arms, the next instant she was ordering him from the house. It didn't make sense. Or did it and his bruised male ego wouldn't let him see what had happened in the light of logic. Damn! He had to forget it, erase what had occurred.
His gaze alighted on the phone as he glanced around the apartment. Angie! In his Joanna-anger he had forgotten about his late night date with the secretary. He cooled down a bit. Fine shape I'm in to be entertaining tonight! Perhaps I'd better cancel.
No, he shook his head. He liked Angie. He and the young blonde had had two dates in recent weeks. Nothing serious had resulted, but Angie was something else. She took his mind off the problems at the office and allowed him to enjoy himself. Besides, she had said she was looking forward to this night. Yes, he decided, Angle's just what the doctor ordered. I'll give her a call, then take a shower to relax me before driving over to her place.
He crossed the room to the phone and punched Angle's number. After three rings, the blonde answered. Neglecting the evening's details, Brace explained the dinner had taken longer than he thought.
T understand," Angie said. "But I really don't feel up to night clubing this late. It was a long day at the office."
"Oh," Brace mumbled, realizing he had been looking forward to being with the girl. "Right, maybe I can make it up tomorrow night."
"Hold on, Tom Brace," Angie replied. "You're not getting out of seeing me tonight. I just don't feel in the mood for night clubs. However, I do feel like a nice quiet evening."
"I know this place, small and quiet," Brace said, his spirits rising again.
"I do too," Angie said. "Your place. I thought I'd come over there and whip a little late night snack and we could sit around and listen to some music or ogle the late, late movie, or something."
"Sounds great," Brace said.
"I thought so too," she said with a laugh. "Now go straighten up the living room, or whatever you bachelor advertising executives do before a young girl comes into their apartment and I'll see you as soon ... about forty-five minutes."
Brace glanced around the living room. It looked spic and span; the maid had been in that morning. "Forty-five minutes," he replied.
When Angie hung up, he quickly stepped into the bedroom and peeled off the suit he had worn for the dinner at Prime's. A casual evening with Angie did sound great; a hell of a lot better than his experience in the Prime den with Joanna.
That was the wrong train of thought. Once again Joanna and her childish behavior flooded back into his mind. His anger rising again, Brace moved into the shower, opening the head for full blast. Hot and steaming the water jetted out, cascading over him. It felt good, relaxing. He stood there a moment just savoring the massage-like action of the water, then grabbed up the bar of soap and began to lather.
Perhaps he had been in the wrong, moving too quickly for Joanna, frightening her. Last night could have been the result of an impulsive moment on her part. The logic didn't seem to click Just right in his mind, but it made him feel better.
Anyway, he rationalized, he was better off. A one-night stand with the boss's wife was much better than a continuing affair. Last night had been good, but it could be forgotten before either of them became entangled in something that neither wanted. An affair endangered his job and Joanna's marriage. Neither of them could afford that.
Brace smiled to himself, suddenly feeling much better about what had occurred that night. He leaned back into the shower's stream, feeling the evening's tension flow from his muscles. His anger seemed foolish now. He shouldn't have let Joanna get to him the way he had.
Finding the shower knobs, he turned them, cutting off the streaming water. Grabbing a towel, he briskly rubbed himself dry, then stepped before the mirror. No need for another shave, he thought, examining his face, but a bit of shaving lotion....
A knock came from the door.
Perplexed, he grabbed a fresh towel and wrapped It around his waist. He glanced at the bedroom clock on his way to the living room. Angie wasn't due for another fifteen minutes.
The knock came again. He shook his head, puzzled, then moved to the door, opening it a bit to peer out. Angie stood there.
"The drive over here is faster than I thought." She smiled. "Hope I haven't caught you in a compromising position."
Brace glanced down at the towel draped around his waist It wasn't how he intended to greet the blonde.
"Hey, aren't you going to invite me in?" she asked. Brace opened the door and she stepped into his apartment. "I gave up on the idea of fixing up something. Instead I picked up this pizza and a six-pack, I hope you won't be disappointed ... hey!" Her eyes moved over his naked chest to the towel. "You don't waste any time when a girl says she's coming to your place, do you!"
Brace grinned, a bit chagrined. "I was just about to put on...."
"I don't think anything could be more comfortable," she replied with a coy shake of her head. "No need to explain, Mr. Brace, I'm a big girl. I've been to other guys' apartments and I've heard all the lines."
She laughed, moving to the coffee table, laying down the pizza and beer. She turned back to him, still grinning. Her eyes roved over his near nakedness and flashed with an impish light.
"Give me a moment and I'll slip into some jeans and a shirt." Her lingering examination of his half-clad body didn't go unnoticed. Later, after the pizza and a few beers, everything would be just fine if he could re-create that look in her eyes.
"No need for that," the blonde said before he could take a step toward the bedroom. "I told you over the phone that this was to be a casual affair."
He smiled and nodded, catching the emphasis she placed on the word affair. She wasn't taking about pizza or watching the late movie on television. And if she wanted him to sit around dressed only in a bath towel, he was willing to comply.
"We'd better get at this pizza before it gets cold," Angie said, lowering herself to the floor beside the coffee table. "Beer?"
"Of course," he answered, moving to the floor beside her, suddenly aware just how exposed he was beneath that towel. Angie apparently was, too. He noticed her eyes on him, taking in a brief glimpse of what lay beneath the white terrycloth. Her eyes widened a bit and the delicate nostrils of her nose flared slightly. She seemed to suppress a shiver, then turned her attention to popping the top to one of the beers and passing it to him.
The beer and the pizza were good. Despite his recent dinner at Prime's, Brace found that his anger had left him hungry and thirsty. Besides, he enjoyed Angie's company. His original discomfort, perhaps a bit of embarrassment, at being caught half naked left him. In fact, he found himself enjoying the blonde's exploring gazes while they ate.
At the same time, his eyes did a bit of exploring of their own. Angie's outfit was a simple pantsuit made from one of those sheer, almost see-through fabrics. The light in the room made the material practically transparent. He was able to get more than just a hint of a firm, uptilted breast, devoid of the confining cups of a bra. And if he had any doubts about the blonde's lack of bra, the sharp points of her nipples straining up against the fabric erased them. Those twin buttons were hard and stiff without the slightest bit of attention on his part. Perhaps Angie's own gazes had produced the effect-she was getting turned on by his near nakedness. His groin tightened with warm familarity at the thought.
His gaze drifted down her side, narrowing its focus to her thighs. Nowhere could he find that telltale wrinkle of panties. Again there were stirrings in his crotch. Angie's intentions for a quiet evening alone were becoming more and more obvious.
"Mmmmmm," the alluring blonde sighed with satisfaction. "I must admit the pizza was one hell of a good idea, even if it was my own."
"Ditto," Brace replied, draining the last of his beer. "Now, why don't we check out that late movie you mentioned earlier?"
"Oh?" There was a touch of disappointment in her voice. "I thought some music might be nice."
"So did I." Brace smiled. "Music and television."
"What?"
Brace didn't answer, but rose and walked to the television, switching it on. He paid no attention to the picture, except to make sure that it was in color. He left the volume turned all the way down. Next, he moved to the light switch for the room and turned it off. The room darkened, except for the glow from the television which cast its ever-changing light over the room. Last was the stereo. He selected a soft mood album-totally instrumental, no vocals.
"That's nice," Angie said as he settled back beside her on the floor. "Sexy."
"Exactly," Brace said, his eyes locked to hers. There was no way she could misunderstand his meaning.
He leaned forward, his lips just touching hers.
She came to him. Her mouth pressed warmly to his, her lips parting in an open invitation. He accepted, his tongue flicking inward, probing, taunting, while his arms drew her to him.
There was no resistance, but then he didn't expect any. This sexy blonde had made it more than apparent just why she had come to his apartment. He maneuvered her away from the coffee table, then lowered her to her back on the carpet.
He felt her nestle a thigh between his legs, provocatively rubbing against the thickening tube of his prick. The fabric of her pantsuit was so thin it sent shivery thrills racing through his groin. The simple tuck of the towel at his waist gave way and her thigh was lolling against the nakedness of his growing cock. The warmth of her body suffused the material of her clothing.
"Mmmmmm," she moaned softly. A hand moved down his bare back and lifted the towel lying loosely atop him. "There's no need for this anymore."
She tossed it away, then pulled him back to her, tongue driving deeply into his mouth, duelling with his.
He took advantage of her growing passion. His hands moved upward, caressing the bulging mounds of her tits through the sheerness of her blouse. The combination of pliant breast and silky fabric was strangely erotic, an arousing assault of tactile sensations. He squeezed a bit, then rolled the fleshy knolls under his palms, before letting his fingertips find their way to the plump, veiled buds of her nipples. She moaned long and low while he tweaked and fondled the enticing buttons of womanflesh.
Her mouth pulled from his reluctantly. "Don't get me wrong, what you're doing feels good-but these damn clothes are in the way. I don't know of any graceful way of doing this, but I'm going to have to get up to get rid of them."
He smiled and rolled back from her, letting her rise and stand above him. Her eyes immediately dropped to the stiff stalk of his cock, its length pulsing with need. A pleased smile danced at the corners of her wide, sensual mouth. There was no need to ask if she were satisfied. The heave of her chest told it all.
"I wish there were some way for clothes to just melt away at times like this," she said, her gaze moving to his face, then back to his crotch.
"That might be nice," he answered, "but then I wouldn't get the chance to watch you disrobe."
"I'm afraid I didn't come prepared to tease you very much as I strip." Her fingers untied a belt at her waist, then moved upward to slip the buttons of her blouse free. "I'm not wearing any underwear."
"I know," he replied with a grin. "It's been driving me crazy all night."
"Good!" She chuckled, pulling open the front of her blouse to expose the firm, uptilted cones of her tits. His hands had already felt out the fullness of their proportions, but watching them jiggle while she slipped the blouse from shoulders and arms was something else. "I wore this outfit for that exact purpose!"
He knew she had, but comment wasn't necessary. Besides, it was so nice just to lie there on his back and stare up as she unfastened the clasp to her pants, watching the flickering lights of the television create patterns on her sleek, smooth body. She wiggled a little, easing the tops of her pants over the womanly flare of her hips. Then she bent to work the fabric down her legs. Her tits juggled forward, elongating to sharply pointed cones. The stiff tips of her coral-blushed nipples and the slightly deeper hue of her aureoles topped each of those titillating pinnacles like delightful nose cones.
She stood. His gaze no longer centered on her beautiful breasts. She was completely naked now, her legs, long and shapely, parted lewdly. And at the junction of those seductive legs-the knoll of her womanhood. Plump and inviting, the slightly bulging mound of her cunt lay bare for his devouring eyes. A soft, silky fleece of sandy blonde moss bushed over her pubis in a neatly trimmed triangle. And beneath, his eyes probed the shadowy lash of her pussy lips.
T feel deliciously wicked," she shivered, lowering herself back to the floor beside him. "I've never set out purposely to seduce a man before. And I'm pleased with the results."
She kissed him, leaning over and running a hand down his chest and stomach, her fingers eventually weaving through the forest of his pubic hair and taunting the solid column of his throbbing root. His own hands caressed the summery warmth of her nakedness, reveling in the luxurious feel of her satiny flesh. His arms encircled her, to draw her body atop his.
She resisted his gentle urging.
"No," she said with a shake of her head. "I feel wicked. I want you to do wicked things to me. Take me from behind! Take me like a dog takes a bitch!"
With that she scooted from his arms and scurried around, taking a submissive position on her hands and knees. Provocatively, she wiggled the sleek, eggshell white ovals of her ass. There was no way he could resist her tantalizing offer.
Pushing up from the floor, he quickly brought himself to his knees and moved directly behind that tempting bottom. His hands moved over the full demi-globes of flesh, caressing them with tenderness. An action that sent visible ripples of gooseflesh racing up and down the plane of her back.
"Ohhhh," she sighed, obviously appreciative of the attention he gave her enticing rear cheeks. "That feels so damn good!"
Smiling to himself, he tickled a finger downward, tracing the deep, dark groove of her ass. Still lower he moved; his hand sliding between her parted thighs and his palm gripping the mound of her uptilted cunt. She trembled, thrusting down with her hips, pressing her pussy into his intimate caress.
He felt the moist dampness of her arousal, but he maneuvered a finger toward the slightly pouted lips of her pussy just to insure her readiness for him. Her reaction caught him completely by surprise.
"It feels good, but its not what I need," she said in a throaty voice of lust. T need you! I need to feel you inside me-moving!"
The sexy blonde secretary, now on her hands and knees before him, waiting to be fucked like a dog takes a bitch, was showing him a side of her he had never seen before. It was a sensual, sexual side; a woman who recognized the wants and desires of her own body and had no inhibitions about seeing that they were satisfied.
A task he now set out to fulfill.
Relinquishing his grasp on her upturned pussy, he took his cock in hand and eased forward.
"Yesssss!" The silibant hiss of her pleasure writhed over her lips as the needy crown of his prick nuzzled the silk fringed slash of her quim, then moved inward. "God yes! That's what I want!"
Entering slowly for her to get the feel of him and him of her, his fat glans splayed the outer lips of her cunt, then slid through the scalloped fold of her inner lips, finally entering the humid haven of her vagina. The spongy folds of her cunt tightened around his bone-hard shaft as he slowly opened her body to him.
There was nothing rushed about his movements. He penetrated her slowly, gentlemanly, poling her depths, exploring the wet, hot cavern of her sex. This was their first union; he savored the most intimate contact of their bodies, while at the same time making sure she was able to take his total length.
"OWmhhhh!" She moaned long and low, letting him know the pleasure that ignited in her own body. "My sweet godl You feel so damn good! So big! Hard!"
He was fully entrenched in the mouth of her cunt now. His thick stalk of manmeat pulsed and jerked around in the marvelously confining tightness of her pussy. He bathed in the liquid heat of her channel of desire, relishing the total satisfaction of that moment.
"Move," she urged him. "I want to feel you move. Fuck me. Fuck me!"
She was far more excited than he had realized. Then he recognized that she must have been thinking about this, planning her seduction, all day-if not longer. Her own scheming had gotten to her, turned her on. Now she was past the point of polite preliminaries. She wanted but one thing-to be fucked.
He fucked her.
Wrenching his pelvis back, he pulled the fat plunger of his sex from the trench of her cunt. Then, in a solid, swinging motion, he rammed ball-deep into the trembling groove of her pussy. She reacted, bucking back into him, throwing herself on his impaling rod.
Out, then in again, he stroked into the upturned channel of her lust. He pistoned in and out. He fucked her hard and recklessly, delighting at the sharp gasping moans of pleasure that rushed from her throat. Out and in, his lust-laden cock ramrodded into the tender folds of her cunt.
She matched his strokes perfectly. It was as though she had given herself to him completely, allowing every ounce of her awareness to focus on the inflexible length of prick he fed into the greedy slot of her pussy. When his hips swung in, she hunched back, swallowing up the packing bulk of his prod. When he withdrew for yet another attack, the elastic walls of her vagina tightened, gripping him, creating a burning friction that raced through his bludgeoning tool on a direct line to his testicles. His own moaning groans soon mingled with hers.
The shameless abandon of her hunger and need were getting to him. His balls were burning, agitated by the expert, gripping squeeze of her pussy. He could feel the flood of boiling sexual cream rising within him.
Leaning forward, he ran a hand upward, capturing one of the pendulously swaying cones of her tits. He kneaded the fleshy mountain of inverted tit, while his fingertips politely busied the stiff mushroom of her nipple.
Simultaneously, his other hand moved downward, his index finger tickling between the parted lips of her skewered cunt. Tenderly he tapped at the tiny, pea-sized nubbin of her clit.
The results were electric!
The blonde came. Her whole body trembled and quaked under him as the waves of sexual release were unleashed within the core of her body.
The walls of his control crumbled. He came. Steamy hot spurts of sperm and semen lashed upward, erupting from his testicles. He blasted jet upon jet of sexual cream into the greedy socket of her cunt, emptying his lust into her quivering body.
Eventually his own legs, shaky from the intensity of his release, could no longer support him. He eased back, his still pulsing cock slithering from the hot pocket of her cunt. On quivering arms he lowered himself to the floor beside the kneeling woman, pulling her to him. In each other s arms they lay there, savoring the full satisfaction of their carnal union.
She was the first to move, pushing up on an elbow and smiling down into his face. She worked a hand down to his loins, feeling the limp, sleeping snake of his spent prick.
"Oh," she sighed, a bit of disappointment in her tone. "I'll let you rest a bit," she whispered, "then I'll see what I can do about helping you regain your strength."
He smiled, watching the flicking pinkness of her tongue slicken her lips. Already he could feel the glowing embers of desire in his groin, as his thoughts turned to the promise of her tongue and that sensually wide mouth.
FOUR
A month after closing the deal on the English account, Brace once again found himself in the office of E. Z. Prime. This time he had no doubts that business was on the old man's mind. Brace hadn't seen or heard from Joanna since that night in the den.
For a moment, his thoughts wandered to the flaming-haired woman, idly wondering what might have developed between them. Then he once more turned his attention to Prime, who was talking to him...." I won't play games with you. Your work has been outstanding, six new clients in the past month. Not only that, but somehow your success has managed to get the rest of the staff off their butts. We've brought in ten new accounts since you managed to convince Mazour English to go with this agency."
Prime was a bit too lavish with his praise, but Brace's ego basked in it. "No doubt you heard the rumors that this agency was on the verge of bankruptcy. I'm sorry to say they weren't rumors. If you hadn't sold English, I seriously doubt that this agency would be functioning now."
He paused, letting his words settle into Brace's mind. Brace hadn't realized the company had been in that bad a condition.
"But that's all behind us now, thanks to the fob you've been doing for us," Prime said. "I'm not one to let such things pass without noticing. You're planning to stick around for the office Christmas Party, aren't you?"
"Yes," Brace said with a nod, wondering what the party had to do with anything.
"Good, good," Prime smiled. "I've got an announcement to make before the celebration gets underway. I think what I have to say might be of some interest to you."
"Yes, sir," Brace said, his puzzlement growing.
"Well, until this afternoon then," Prime said, indicating the conversation was closed. Brace stood and walked from the office, realizing he would have to wait another two hours before he found out just what was on Prime's mind. He shook his head in amusement and confusion. Prime found the hard way to do something, no matter what it was.
"Hello, Mr. Brace." A vague voice said beside him. He looked up to find a smiling Joanna Prime standing outside her husband's office. "It's been such a long time since you last visited our home."
"Mrs. Prime," Brace greeted her, more than a bit perplexed by her smile and the friendliness in her voice. He really didn't know what to say.
"I'm sure you're busy at the moment, but perhaps well find a few moments to chat during the party this afternoon," she said, turning from him and entering Prime's office before he could reply.
As the door to the office closed, Brace felt an uneasiness suffuse his body for a moment. Unsure of the feeling, he turned and walked to his office to await the afternoon.
"I know everyone is here to get at the holiday spirits, so I'll make this short as possible." E.Z. Prime stood by the punch bowl, waving his employees to gather around him. "As I'm sure the majority of you realize by now, O.L. Reed, one of the vice-presidents of this agency, announced his retirement this week, effective the beginning of the new year. While Reed will be missed in the future, the board of directors and myself have spent most of this week selecting the man to fill his position. At this time, I would like to announce our selection-Tom Brace."
Brace wasn't sure what was said after that. The announcement hit him like a bombshell, sending him into a momentary state of shock. When he finally got hold of himself and the situation, Prime was at his side congratulating him. Someone placed a drink in his hand and a toast went up.
Then there was the flood of co-workers pressing around him offering their congratulations and fresh drinks. Brace had no idea how many hands he pumped and he gave up counting the drinks after the sixth. Eventually the crowd thinned as his coworkers turned from their words of praise and wishes for continued success to the serious business of partying. Brace glanced around and saw Angie standing to one side of the room, smiling at him. Slipping away from the remaining well-wishers, he crossed the room to the blonde.
"Whew! I thought you'd never get to me. You've been surrounded for the past hour," Angie said with a laugh. "I guess there's no reason for me to add my congratulations, is there?"
"At least yours would be sincere. Somehow, I think the majority of those wishes of a great future weren't exactly what our co-workers wanted to say."
"Then, I'll save my congratulations for tonight when we're alone." She edged close to him, her breasts brushing his arm.
"Now, that's the type of congratulations that are appreciated," he said with a wide grin. Since that first night in his apartment a month ago, Angie had proven to be a source of sensual and sexual amazement to him. She was a ball freak, sexual needs ever fiery-and ever ready. To top it off, true to that first night, the emotional bonds between them were "casual." Angie had never once hinted of marriage, nor limited him, or herself, from playing the field. If anything, the past month had proven them to be close friends who just happened to share a mutual interest in sex.
"Tonight should be something special," she whispered. "Something to celebrate your new position."
Again, she moved close, pressing herself against him. Brace felt his testicles tighten within the security of their sac. "Keep that up and I don't think I'll be able to wait until tonight."
"Sorry, baby, but I think you're going to have to wait," Angie replied, stepping back from him. "We've got company."
Brace glanced to his side to see Joanna approaching.
"Mr. Brace, I hope I'm not intruding on anything important," Joanna said, her words and an icy stare were directed at Angie. "But there's something important we must discuss ... alone."
Brace caught Angie's expression out of the corner of an eye, but the young blonde said. "I'll talk with you later. Someone across the room is waving for me to come over."
"I've been watching you, hoping to get you alone," Joanna said, paying no attention as Angie left. "I wonder if we could go into your office where we could talk in privacy."
Brace nodded, unsure of what was on the redhead's mind. With Joanna at his side, he walked toward the office.
"That little blonde, is she your latest diversion?"
Joanna asked. Brace offered no answer opening the door to his office and stepping in. "I really thought your taste was better."
"Did we come here to discuss my taste?" Brace turned to the woman as she entered the office. Joanna said nothing. She closed the door behind her, locking it with a twist of the knob.
"There, now your little secretary won't bother us," she said.
"Bother us?"
"E.Z.'s been at it again. Too much punch," she answered. "He's out cold and safely tucked away in his office. Out like a light."
Suddenly Brace realized what was on the seductive redhead's mind. He tried to push away the alcoholic haze fogging his brain. Does she expect me to just open my arms and welcome her? She did and he knew it, but it was hard to accept. Just like that, with no thought to what happened last time!
Before Brace could respond, Joanna crossed the room to him, her arms sliding around his waist. Her face rose to him, her emerald green eyes soft and inviting. She kissed him lightly, no more than a taunting brush of her lips. Then that face was once more staring into his-the most beautiful face he had ever seen.
He knew he should fight her coy ploys, order her from his office-his life. But he didn't want to, just as he hadn't wanted to that first night he had brought her to his apartment. He wanted this temptress wanted to feel her body under his.
He pulled her to him with rough eagerness. His mouth covered hers, his tongue spearing into the sweetness of her mouth. His arms encircled her, drawing her close, crushing her against him.
She offered no protest, but melted against him, pressing her body to his. Her breasts, heavy globes of fleshy delight, rolled over his chest as if trying to escape the confines of the simple white dress she wore. The sleeping snake at his crotch came to life stiffening, thickening with desire. She could feel his rising virility, throbbing and pulsing. Her crotch pushed against his, rubbing provocatively against the concealed shaft of his sex. It was as though she were trying to climb up on him while they stood there.
"We haven't much time," she said when they parted, her lips still against his. "There's always the possibility someone might try to find you in here."
His fingers felt a shiver shoot through her. The thought of possible discovery aroused her, he realized. It added to the thrill of her extramarital adventure.
"It'll only take a moment for me to get out of these things," she said with another kiss, then slipped from his arms.
While he worked at ridding himself of his own clothes, he watched her strip away the white dress. The creamy white melons of her tits strained against the full-cupped restraints of her bra. They pushed upward forming a tight-pressed valley that tried to spill out over the lips of the twin cups. She wore one of those panty-girdles, not that her figure needed it, but to support the hose she wore.
Brace's prick lurched with arousal. In an age of pantyhose, he had almost forgotten just how sexy the old-fashioned hose could be, seductively climbing up a woman's leg, exposing the sleekness of silky thighs at their tops.
She unfastened those hose first, fully aware that his eyes followed her every movement. Langidly, she stripped away the two flimsy nylons, tossing them atop a chair. The action was slow and deliberate, taunting him.
When she stood, her arms tucked around her back, unclasping the strap to her bra. In a spring-like motion the cup fell forward and her lusciously rounded breasts spilled out, jiggling and bouncing in a dance. Her hands rose, cupping each and massaging them a moment. Again Brace felt the lustful jerking of his cock.
He was stripped down to his jockey shorts now. With the flaming-haired beauty watching him, he peeled them off. His rod, a swollen shaft of need, speared into the air, throbbing its desire. A tiny drop of pre-seminal fluid glistened on its plum-like head.
Obviously aroused by his rigid cock, the woman before him tucked her fingers beneath the top of her panty-girdle and quickly shimmied it down. The action revealed that auburn muff of her cunt, and the damp moisture already welling from her sexual cleft.
"The floor?" She looked at him, eyes bright with lust and delicate nostrils slightly flared in anticipation.
"The desk," he answered, turning and removing a small stack of folders and placing them on the floor. "Up here." i With alacrity, the woman moved. There was an enticing flash of milky white body as she scampered by him and seated herself on the edge of the desk. Brushing away various papers and pens, she cleared a space for herself, then lay back.
Brace sucked in his breath. She was beautiful. No matter how many times his eyes would see the tantalizing voluptuousness of her naked body, he realized he would never tire of it. She was a goddess, the type of woman a man only dreams of. There was no doubt why he was unable to resist her, even after that night in her den.
Her body was a bed of smooth flesh that beckoned him. Her ass, firm, ripe ovals of white, was perched on the edge of the desk. He knew the wooden edge digging into those titilating demiglobes had to be uncomfortable, but she didn't seem to mind.
Lewdly, while his eyes focused on her action, she slowly parted her thighs, giving him an unobstructed view of her wanton pussy. Beneath the silky down of her muff were moist, pouted lips of her vulva, reddened in her excitement.
Stepping between the creamy spread of her opened thighs, he reached down and cupped the womanly knoll of her cunt. She moaned, the shimmering domes of her tits jiggling while she quivered.
He worked a finger to the trembling groove of her loins and wiggled inward.
Hot and wet! The channel of her sex was flooded with the thick juices of lust. He could feel the well-toned muscles of her vagina clamp down on his exploring digit, milking at it as if it were a penis invading her qufm. Twisting and stroking, he worked his finger around in the juicy hole of her need. At the same time, he ran another finger up the slit of her pussy lips and teased the nubbin of her clit.
To add yet another thrill to the onslaught of sensations he created within this willing woman, he leaned forward, lips capturing one of the red cherries of her nipples. His own desirous hunger mounting, he licked and busied that fleshy bud with playful nibbles. Then he sucked, savoring the summery warmth of her nakedness.
He felt her hands moving between them, drifting down to their cores. Then he moaned. Long and cool, her fingers caressed the swollen column of arousal twitching from his crotch. Lovingly her fingertips played over the inflexible length of his cock, stroking and fondling every thick, demanding inch of his sex.
Her fingers encircled him and tightened a bit. Knowing what her body now cried for, he eased his skewering finger from the humid haven of her cunt, allowing her to guide his prick forward to fill the vacancy he left within her.
She poised him there just within the outer lips of her pussy. His hips did the rest. In one smooth thrust he entered the depths of her cunt. He speared in like a man set on breaking the maidenhead of a virgin.
But the wanton woman beneath him was no virgin. There was no membrane to resist his penetration, only the hot, tight glove of her cunt. He sank into that channel of luxurious liquid warmth, burying his cock ball-deep in her body.
Her response was all woman. Immediately, the quivering walls of pink-lipped pussy gripped the unyielding rod of cock he fed into her. She cried out rapturously, her body writhing sinuously beneath him. Her arms wrapped around his body, pulling him down until his full weight pressed atop her.
No longer able to maintain his oral hold on her breasts, his mouth rose and covered hers. His tongue plunged into her mouth, duplicating the action of his prick.
Consumed with his desire for this sensual goddess, his hips wrenched upward, dragging the entrenched root of his sex from her fiery depths. He slithered out, the tightness of her love channel creating a searing friction throughout every inch of his swollen rod.
He paused at the top of his stroke. The needy head of his dick throbbed within the pursed lips of her cunt. She moaned. Her body twisted and writhed, begging him to re-enter the greedy hole of her snatch. He waited no more than necessary to set her whole body burning with need.
Then he drove back in.
Hard and deep, he slammed back into the sleeve of her cunt. His crotch snatched into the plump knoll of her pubis. He ground down, making sure the excited length of her clit received the full force of his impact.
Tight, she was so wonderfully tight. He remembered his earlier thoughts, comparing the tautness of her pussy to the fiery glove of a woman's anus. Then as now, the comparison was valid. The clinging walls of her vaginal channel molded around the bulky contours of his cock and squeezed. It was like being caught in a velvet-covered vise.
Again he eased back, then drove into that sweet pocket of her stomach. Then again, and again, and again, and again. Ruthlessly, his plummeting piston of pleasure ravaged into the yielding mouth of her belly. He threw his pelvis into her in deep-grinding strokes. He poled the burning recesses of her body with almost brutal passion, as though he were punishing her.
"God!" She groaned, her head rolling from side to side. "My sweet godl It's so good!"
Harder, his hips pumped. And she accepted it. Despite her confined position, her pelvis undulated under him, creating all sorts of fantastic sensation within his loins. Her back arched, throwing herself onto the skewering spike of his pounding prick.
"Good ... good ... good...." Her voice was a series of sharp, breathless pants. "So big ... so damn big..
Abruptly, her legs rose, wrapping themselves around his waist, clinging desperately. The movement opened the tight tunnel of snatch. He drove in, seemingly sinking yet another inch or two within the gripping cavern of her cunt.
She was like a starved woman-starved of the normal marital release for her carnal desires. She was cock hungry, unable to get enough of his pistoning rod, unable to sate the consuming passions that swirled within her. She was a wild woman caught in the delirium of erotic fervor.
"Fuck me!" She was pleading, begging. "Harder!"
He complied eagerly. His cock ramrodded into the ever greedy slash of her juicy snatch. Every muscle in his body was tense and tight. His knees slammed into the side of the desk, but he felt no pain. The only thing he was aware of was the voluptuous woman beneath, begging for the deep-reaming thrusts of his loins.
"Yes! Yes!" She cried out in abandoned delight. "Oh you magnificent bastard, that's it. Sweet Jesus, that's it! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
Every ounce of his strength was now centered in the hunching rhythm of his pelvis. He pumped into the willing groove of her pussy, entrenching his shaft in that sleeving socket. He wrenched back, only to ram full force into the hungry mouth of her snatch.
She took him, welcoming the pulsing length of his man spike. Her moans rose, turning to groans of near release. Her legs tightened around him. Her pelvis undulated, rocking and gyrating his column of sex within the clingy folds of her love mound.
Higher and higher, he could feel the rush of her passionate desire. She was close, skyrocketing toward the threshold of sexual fulfillment. Trying to ignore the demanding needs of his own desire, he drove on, trying to whip her to the plateau of release.
"Oh!" She whimpered. "Yes! It's there, so close! So close. So ... yessssss"
Her words faded in a deep-throated groan. Her body went rigid, legs locking tightly around him, as though trying to force his cock to the very limits of her cunt.
She came.
Her body quaked violently beneath him. Her fingernails dug into his back, raking downward. Involuntarily, the tight vise-like tunnel of her cunt clamped down in that first, long contraction of climatic bliss.
He tried to move, but her clinging legs blocked all but the slightest rocking action. She trembled and quivered, writhing beneath him, caught in the grip of the strength of her orgasm.
There was no longer need for self-control. He relaxed the tightness of his groin. The boiling flood of his seminal reserves erupted in a fiery blast. Upward that fireball of lust moved through the pulsing length of his cock. Higher and higher it raced.
It blasted free. The white-hot lava flow of his loins spewed out searing over the sensitive crown of his prick. He jerked and twitched spasmodically with each escaping fountain of sperm and semen. He groaned and gasped, legs quivering as he emptied himself into the caressing pocket of her pink pussy.
He felt her legs slowly release their hold on him, sliding back to the desk. His support gone, he staggered back, his cock sliding from the come-drenched core of her body, glistening with the juices of her lust. Somehow he managed to find a chair and collapse into it. He closed his eyes, savoring the drained feeling of his body.
How long he sat there, he wasn't sure. But a stirring from the woman atop his desk finally caused him to open his eyes. Joanna now stood beside the desk, quickly slipping into her clothes.
Brace watched her, realizing this was a repeat performance of their first night together in his apartment. She had come to be fucked. Now that he had completed that task, she was ready to leave without so much as a parting loss. He shook his head in disbelief.
"It's getting late," she said, slipping back into her dress and smoothing it for wrinkles. "I'll lock the door behind me. I won't want someone like your little blonde secretary to come barging in here and find you like this."
With that, she turned to the door without so much as glancing at him. Brace watched her leave, trying to repress the anger that started to swell within him In one instant she had been one of the most passionate women he had ever encountered, wild and abandoned in her need for him. And the next....
Brace stared at the locked door.
FIVE
Brace stared down the long table of the board room, fighting the anger boiling up within him. His glare eliminated eleven of the twelve board members in the room, focusing on a single woman-Joanna Prime.
"Is there anything else, Mr. Brace?" Joanna asked, her voice cold and unreasoning.
"No, nothing more," he said, unsuccessfully trying to conceal the bitterness in his own voice. He dropped back into his chair, seething. Across the table, board member Phil Saunders shook his head and shrugged his shoulders as if saying, "What else can you do? They control fifty-one percent of the stock." They meaning Joanna and her husband.
So much for my first board meeting! Brace tried to calm himself. What is that woman trying to do? Cant she see the advantage of this campaign?
It was obvious she couldn't or wouldn't, or else he would now be busy getting things underway. Ten to two. That was the vote in favor of his out-lined campaign. The trouble was, those two negative votes came from E.Z. and Joanna, and they just happened to control the stock of the agency.
Too avant-garde, that's what she had said! Too avant-garde! Bullshit! If it weren't for her....
"Then I call this meeting closed," Prime said from the end of the table.
Brace looked, remaining in his seat while the others rose and began to exit from the meeting. He looked at E.Z., studying him. Hell, I even had the old man convinced of the campaign until she opened her mouth! It was obvious now just who wore the pants in the Prime family. But why? Why did she just flatly reject my proposal without even discussing it? He couldn't comprehend the reason. It was as though Joanna had vetoed the campaign just to goad him.
"Welcome to the crew, Mr. Brace." Joanna was standing next to his chair, smiling down at him. "There's no use pouting about it, is there?"
Bitch! He glanced around the room, they were alone. "I hope you're satisfied. Three weeks of hard work by half the employees shot to hell!"
"Come, come," she said coolly, "what's one campaign? I'm sure you'll be able to come up with something more original by our next board meeting."
"Why? Why did you vote it down? God knows you're not stupid," Brace said. "Were you out to get me? Was it...."
Anger flared over her face. "Get one thing straight, Mr. Brace, just because we've had a romp or two in the hay doesn't mean you own me! What's happened between us in the past has nothing to do with here and now! This is business, Mr. Brace, it has nothing to do with either your or my sexual appetites. Understand that and understand it now; sex never interferes with business. And as far as business goes, your campaign was childish!"
"Why you...." He stopped himself. There was no reason to let her provoke him. "Then, Mrs. Executive, you'd better take a good look at the business angle. Just who in the hell do you think pulled this ragged firm back on its feet? Take a good look at the figures, Mrs....
"Damn you!" She was furious now. Apparently he had struck something deep within her. "Damn you! You're the one who should open his eyes and take a look around, Mr. Vice-President. Take a good look and understand just where the hell you fit in. You're still the vice-president of the agency, nothing more ... nothing more. You wouldn't even be that if it hadn't been for me!"
She stopped, a sudden shocked expression coming over her face. Brace realized his face must have reflected the same expression. Joanna had said more than she had intended. Joanna had used her influence in convincing E.Z. to appoint him to fill the vacant vice-presidential position.
"Sex and business-never mix them?" He glared at the woman.
"Why you bastard!" Her arm jerked up as though she intended to slap him. Instead she swirled about in a sharp pivot and ran from the room.
Brace stared after her. His mind repeated over and over, Bitch! Bitch! Bitch!
"Joanna Prime ... brother!" Angie looked up at him, shaking her head. "When you stick your neck out, you don't play around, do you? The boss's wife!"
Brace glanced down at the blonde. She sat hugging her knees, her face twisted thoughtfully. He hadn't wanted to bother her in the middle of the night, but he needed someone to talk with. That he had interrupted her sleep by coming to her apartment was obvious, she wore only a thin dressing gown that did little to hide the sensual curves of her feminine body, a body he had grown to know over the past two months.
Flicking away a stray strand of hair from her face, she looked back at him. "And you're serious about handing in your resignation? I can't see how having the boss's wife thinking you're a magnificent stud can hurt you?"
"Perhaps it's old fashioned, but it's a matter of personal pride," Brace said. "She tried to use the vice-president position and her body to control me in the same way she controls Prime. I don't mind her trying to run the business, but not in the way she wants to do it. She's afraid to stand up and take control. If she does and the agency falls on its face, she's got no one to blame but herself. She can't stand the thought of failure. It's easier to fail through another person and let them take the punches."
"Well, I don't think you should be too hasty about all this," Angie said. She leaned over and lifted two pieces of paper from the floor. "Though I admit these two offers look promising."
T didn't pay them much attention when they came in last week," Brace said. "I didn't see any reason for looking into job prospects then."
"The money's good, better than with Prime," Angie said, tossing the two letters back to the floor. "But still, I think you need to think about it. Sleep on it tonight. Wait until the morning and take another look at the situation when your mind's clear. Right now you're too close to it."
"Right," he laughed. "You're forgetting I've already tried to sleep tonight. If that had been successful, I wouldn't be here right now keeping you from your own sleep."
"Tom, you know damn well I don't mind your being here," she said rising on her knees and kissing him lightly. "In fact if you hadn't come, I would have been hurt."
"You're something special, did you know that?" Brace smiled. He returned her kiss. "I must be crazy for not asking you to marry me."
"Hold on there! Nobody said anything about marriage. I'm too young to start thinking about chaining myself to the bed of just one man. However, you might ask me in another ten years," she grinned. "Right now you don't need a wife anyway. What you need is something to get your mind off Joanna Prime and the mess she's made of everything."
"Something?"
"Well, perhaps I meant to say someone," Angle replied.
"Anyone that I happen to know?"
"I'm not sure, but let's see if this will give you a hint." She leaned forward and kissed him, long and passionately, tongue probing and taunting. "Mmmmm, I think you're getting warmer. Let's see if this helps any."
They kissed again. This time, Brace felt the stirring of sexual desire course through him. Angie scooted around so that she knelt before him, pressing her body against his, wiggling, enticing him. The fact that her body was hidden from his touch by a mere fraction of an inch of sheer, silky material was maddening, a tantalization in itself.
Suddenly there was a hand at his crotch, fondling and lightly squeezing. "Ah, yes, I do believe you're getting the idea." The alluring blonde eased back from him a bit, her fingers still exploring the bulge in his pants. "I do believe my therapy is working."
He laughed. The girl was irresistible. Never had he met a woman so totally free of the normal inhibitions normally imposed on a person by society. Sex was something that happened with Angie. There was no need for elaborate schemes of seduction, it just happened naturally. It was that free and easy attitude that attracted him and delighted him.
"However, I think it would be easier for me to get down to the serious business of giving you head if we didn't have these in the way." She frowned a bit, indicating his pants.
That problem, as well as the rest of his clothes and her gown were quickly eliminated. However, when he stepped forward to embrace the sleek, warm smoothness of her nakedness, the titilating young blonde stepped back and shook her head. "Later! Right now I promised to give you head and I fully intend to do just that. So sit back down and enjoy it!"
He did as ordered, sinking back into the cushions of the armchair and spreading his legs. The blugeoning length of his cock shafted up into the air, twitching with arousal.
"That's much better," she sighed, sinking back to her knees before him. Her eyes drifted down his naked chest, over his stomach, then to the rigid column of his swollen cock. "Beautiful, so strong and hard, yet so smooth and soft to the touch."
She emphasised touch by reaching out and letting her fingertips fondle languidly up and down the veined underside of his prick. She smiled, delighted in the throbbing she set off by the intimate contact. "Beautiful," she repeated, this time as though speaking to no one but herself.
Her eyes rolled back to him, their blueness flashing with an impish sparkle. With her watching him watch her every move, her head leaned forward a bit. Closer and closer the sensual curve of her full lips moved to the bulb-like crown of his cock. Her lips parted a bit. Her tongue ran out, slickening her lips, leaving them glistening with moisture.
Then her tongue suddenly darted. Its tip lightly tapped the center of his lust-swollen glans. The action was no more than a mere feather-like brush, but more than enough to send an electric jolt of sexual energy sizzling through his loins. His balls lurched wildly as if they were doing flip-flops within their sac.
Her tongue was back. This time its moist touch was more than just a fleeting brush. She licked at his plump cockcrown. She bathed its hyper-sensitive surface with the laving softness of that oral digit. The results were fantastic. Around and around the pinkness of her tongue worked, creating all sorts of marvelous sensations within the depths of his groin.
Then her tongue was sliding down his length, licking and lapping at the bone-like hardness of his sex. Up and down she licked, that tantalizing combination of moisture and warmth provided by her tongue working wonderful things within his body-pushing Joanna Prime completely from his thoughts.
And when she had licked to her heart's content, she began to nibble at his thick root. He could not take his eyes from her. The visual and tactile combination was unbelievable. It was hard to tell whether he enjoyed the feel of her or just watching her more; both were magnificent! And to add to the sensations, she ran a hand between his thighs, cupping the hairy bag of his testicles with long, cool fingers. Gently, aware of the pain she could create, she kneaded those weighty rocks.
She eased her head back and glanced up at him once again, a wicked smile moving over her lips. The smile told him the preliminaries were past, now as she had so ably put it, was the time "to get down to the serious business of giving him head."
She tilted her head forward once again. Her lips pressed firmly against the swollen tip of his prick. She kissed it, then her lips opened. He felt her hot breath, the moisture of her mouth, the caressing of her lips, the flicking of her tongue.
Mesmerized, he watched her lips widen, pouting over the ponderous knob of his glans, then slipping down the fleshy rail of his cock. Languidly, she worked her way down the swollen length of his prick. Slowly, ever slowly, she moved, stopping only when her nose nestled at the base of his shaft and every inch of his sexual lance was enveloped in her mouth.
Suppressing the urge to hunch his hips, to fuck the beautiful face so enticingly wrapped around his dick, he forced himself to remain motionless, thus letting her work at her own speed.
It was the correct decision. Abruptly, he felt her elastic-like lips tighten around the lust-engorged column jutting from his loins. She sucked at him, hard and long, slowly working her way back to his glans. At the same time, he leaned forward just a bit, his hands reaching down and kneading the dangling cones of her naked tits.
Immediately she showed her appreciation for his thoughtfulness. Her head, in one swooping motion, dropped back down on his rigid spike. She swallowed up every throbbing inch of his prick, taking it into her throat. Her head pulled back and she sucked.
His eyes were on her every moment. He watched the swollen shaft slide form her cock-hungry mouth, glistening with her saliva. Then he watched it vanish once more into the shelter of her face.
He made no attempt to control the growing pressure in his testicles. With each bobbing motion of her head, he moved closer and closer to release.
Apparently detecting his nearness, the rhythm of her up and down sucking increased with almost a violent flare. She was fucking her face on his prick, skewering her mouth on his length.
The results were explosive! He came.
Hot gushes of sperm and semen blasted from his cock, spewing into the waiting chalice of her cock-hungry mouth. Load after load of scathing cream erupted from his twitching rod. He knew he must have emptied at least a gallon into her face.
She took it, every last drop of his release. Her nose flared as she sucked in air through her nose to stop from gagging. Her throat twitched and bobbed as she swallowed to drink down the flood of come fountaining from his cock. Then she swallowed some more, and more. When the last jet spurted from his glans, she sucked at him as though trying to milk any of his release that might be trapped within his pleasure aching rod.
That was too much! His overloaded prod could take no more. He was rapidly reaching the point where pleasure became pain. Releasing the hold on her lovely breasts, he eased her lips from his sated cock.
"Beautiful," he whispered, then leaned over and kissed the lips that had given him so much pleasure. "Beautiful!"
She eased up, kissing him again, lingering. Her cocksucking had gotten to her. He could feel her excitement in her trembling body, the passion of her kiss. He reached down, drawing her to him, up onto his lap. Her thighs spread and her hands grasped the still rigid length of his cock. She rubbed it back and forth over the knoll of her cunt.
Simultaneously, his hands roved her body, fondling her breasts and eventually drifting to the rounded cushions of her ass. She moaned, shivery waves of gooseflesh racing up and down her spine.
He smiled to himself. The past two months had taught him just how sensitive an ass this enticing blonde bombshell had. He had also learned through very detailed experimentation just how much she loved have a cock sliding in and out of her backside. Something he was far from opposed to providing.
Teasingly, he tickled a fingertip up and down the crease separating the lovely half-moons of her rump. He taunted her, dipping that cajoling fingertip deeper and deeper, finally tapping the puckered ring of her anus. She shuddered and groaned at the intimate contact. Her gripping hands squeezed urgently at his swollen root.
"For such a beautiful woman there must be something I can do to repay the pleasure she gave me with her mouth." He whispered as though thinking out loud. At the same time, his fingertip gently worked its way up into the hot channel of her rectum. There was no resistance. She simply relaxed and allowed his exploring finger to enter her wanton asshole. "Perhaps I could fuck this lovely bottom."
"Yes!" Her answer was emphatic. She wiggled around working his finger even deeper into her bowels. "Yes, damn you! yesssss!"
There was no need to pursue the matter further. However, he still faced the problem of preparing himself and her for the breaching of her tantalizing ass. Her anal channel lacked the natural juices of her cunt and without some type of lubricant his entry could possibly damage the delicate tissues of her rectum-at the least, be very painful.
She also recognized the problem. Slowly pulling from his impaling digit, she turned to him. "Wait right here. Don't move!"
He did as she requested, watching the sway of her ass cheeks as she trotted off to the kitchen. He heard the opening of the refrigerator door, then its closing. The imaginative blonde returned to the room carry fag one of those plastic tubs of soft butter. "I don't have any petroleum jelly, but this should do the trick."
She dipped her fingers into the natural lubricant and quickly coated his prick in the slickening butter. The assault of cold butter was far from unpleasant, in fact, it set his prick to jumping and twitching with eager anticipation.
Having completed the task, she handed the tub to him. Grinning, she turned and leaned over, exposing her ass for his attention. He followed her lead and dipped finger into the butter, then gently worked his grease-coated digit into the tight little mouth of her anus. Again and again he repeated the process, slickening her asshole for the penetration of his cock.
When she was ready, he leaned forward and kissed each of the sleek, taut ovals of her bottom. With a shivery moan, she turned back to him. "Scoot out to the edge of the chair and hold your legs together," she said with another of her wickedly impish grins.
He complied, watching as she straddled his thighs so that she stood over the spike of his stiff rod. Realizing what she intended, he reached out and grasped the cusions of her haunches and pulled them apart. Smiling, she began to lower herself onto the pole of his sex.
She moaned and quivered when his glans nuzzled against her anus, but with one deep breath, she calmed and relaxed herself. Then she accepted him, letting his swollen tube of manmeat slowly enter the tight mouth of her ass. Deeper and deeper his throbbing cock slithered into her bowels until she had taken every inch of him and sat firmly upon his thighs.
Smooth and hot! The round tunnel of her rectum was satiny smooth and fiery. He moaned when she tightened herself as if feeling out his bulky proportions.
"God!" She moaned, quivering with excitement. "You can't begin to understand how good this feels. You're so big and I can feel you-feel every inch, every jerk, every twitch! You're filling me!"
He moved a bit, thrust his hips upward. But she shook her head. "Let me do it. You just sit there and enjoy!"
With that, she started slowly to gyrate her hips. His cock seemed to swirl around within the volcanic confines of her ass. It was fantastic-burning friction that had his prick pulsing with renewed lust.
But he wasn't satisfied with just sitting there. This beautiful young blonde had given him her marvelous mouth-now, he wanted to return the pleasure.
Their face-to-face position made it simple. While leaning forward to suck and lick at her uptilted breasts, he slipped a finger down to her cunt. Before she realized what was happening one of his fingertips touched the aroused nubbin of clitoris. The reaction was immediate! Her whole body trembled and quaked with the sudden onrush of sensations. She moved, writhing and twisting atop his impaling shaft.
Gently he rolled that button of pleasure beneath his finger. The blonde seated atop him went wild. She moved up and down, letting his swollen lance of manhood slide in and out of her backside. She fucked her ass on his prick. And all he did was sit there, that one fingertip politely busying her clit. The very excitement of her own arousal got to him. Despite their recent draining, he felt the familar pressure of desire building in his balls. His cock throbbed and pulsed with mounting need.
Thus they gave and took, each trying to obtain the most pleasure from their carnal union. She came first, crying out in abandoned delight, her body writhing against his as she was caught in the flood of ecstasy.
Then he came, blasting a fresh load of sperm and semen into the tight channel of her ass. The sensations were indescribable. Every exploding spurt of his release seemed to be heightened in its intensity by the vise-like grip of her rectum. He groaned and moaned, lost in the full pleasure of that moment.
Neither of them made any attempt to break their ass-to-cock coupling, even after the last spasms of pleasure faded. Instead, they held each other, clinging to one another, savoring the full satisfaction of their sated bodies.
Only when his prick deflated and slowly slithered from her asshole did Angie rise from his lap. Smiling, she took his hand and led him to her bed. He slept soundly that night.
SIX
"Dead?" Brace stared at Alice White, E.Z. Prime's personal secretary. His grip tightened on the envelope he held in his hand. In disbelief, he repeated, "Dead?'
"Early this morning, a heart attack," Alice said. "We've all known about Mr. Prime's drinking problem for some time. It finally took its toll."
Brace glanced down at the envelope he held, thinking of the notice of resignation it contained. He shook his head, then looked back at the woman. "Alice, if I'm needed for anything, I'll be in my office."
The woman nodded and Brace turned, walking down the hall toward his office. His mind raced at high speed. He had to get in touch with one of the board members today and make the resignation official. He hadn't foreseen Prime's death, but he couldn't let it interfere with his own plans. And those plans called for him to get away from this agency as soon as possible.
"Tom, Tom Brace!" A voice called to him when he reached the door to his office. Brace turned to see board member Phil Saunders approaching.
"Phil! You're just the man I need to see," Brace said. "Do you have a moment or two?"
"Later," Saunders said with a shake of his head. "Right now you're needed in the board room. We've been trying to get in touch with you ever since we got word of E.Z.'s death. Your phone must be out of order or something. I've been calling you for hours, but there was no answer."
Brace didn't feel it was necessary to explain he had spent the night at Angie's. "Phil, I really need to talk with you before we do anything else."
"Later, Tom. This is important!" Saunders took his arm, pulling him down the hall toward the board room. "Whatever is on your mind can wait until after you hear what we've got to say."
With a shrug, Brace gave in and followed the man. He could listen to what Saunders had to say-then give him the resignation.
Saunders opened the door to the board room and waved Brace inside. Brace did a double take. Every chair at the table was filled. Every member of the board was there. No, he corrected himself. Two chairs were vacant, Prime's and Joanna's. Brace looked at Saunders with an expression of puzzlement.
"Take a seat," Saunders said, waving an arm to an empty chair at the head of the table. "What we've got to say won't take long."
Brace's bewilderment grew, but he took a seat.
"Tom, we called this board meeting as soon as we got word of E.Z.'s heart attack," Saunders said, looking directly at Brace. "And as I'm sure you've noticed, Joanna Prime is not here. There's a good reason for that. We didn't inform her of the meeting."
Saunders paused, his gaze traveling around the table, as though seeing if any of the other board members wanted to say anything. When none spoke up, he continued. "Tom, all of us here have a great deal of money invested in this agency. We're here to see to it that those investments are protected.
"As I'm sure you've come to realize, especially after yesterday's board meeting, Joanna has been the power behind E.Z. for the past few years. She's directed and maneuvered him every step of the way. The results have been disasterous for this agency. Bankruptcy was Just around the corner for all of us. At least that was the situation until two months ago. Joanna didn't seem to mind, or was completely blind to what was happening. At one time or another, every person in this room has tried to talk with her, tried to convince her to let the board run the agency. We met with absolutely no success. If anything, Joanna bowed her neck and fought even harder against us," Saunders said.
Brace nodded. What eke did they expect her to do? This morning had been a time of revelations for Brace. Joanna and the way she had acted toward him had all fallen into place. If he hadn't found her so desirable and hadn't been thinking with his penis instead of his brain, he would have seen it that first night he had taken the redhead to his apartment.
Basically Joanna's motivations were simple, though she complicated the overall view by playing every psychological game in the book. Remove the well woven cloak she used to hide her ulterior motives and it was easy to see. Joanna wanted power. E.Z. Prime had provided an easy target in her quest for that power. His alcoholism had robbed him of all sense of reason. Joanna, playing the loving wife, had just stepped in and started to build her empire.
But her empire was a shaky one. The board, and even Brace himself, represented a threat to the power she had built. She wasn't capable of running the agency, but she wouldn't recognize that fact. Because if she did, it would mean giving control of the agency into the hands of another person or persons. Joanna couldn't let that happen. If she did, it would mean giving up the power she had strived for all her life.
So she bowed her neck and charged headstrong on a course headed directly for disaster, Brace thought. Disaster was better than giving up power. Even in disaster, she would be the one controlling all the strings!
Her reasoning and actions defied all logic. But since when has man been a logical animal. Brace thought. Man still has territorial instincts. The agency is Joanna's territory. All she did was fight away anyone who threatened to enter her territory.
"Tom," Saunders voice drew Brace from his thoughts, "I think you can understand our position. All we want is to protect is our investment in this agency. And we think you're the best man to help us do that."
"Me?" Brace wasn't sure what he meant, but Saunders obviously had no inkling of what had happened with Joanna.
"What we've done this morning might not be strictly legal, since we lack control of the agency's stock. But I don't think any court would decide against us," Saunders said. "At the moment all of us here have the power to out-vote Joanna, since the majority of Prime's stock is still in his name. And she won't be able to get at that until Prime's will is probated."
Brace understood their power play, but Joanna's understanding was another thing.
"And since we do have the power to out-vote her, we've decided to take matters in our own hands," Saunders said. "As I mentioned earlier, two months ago something began to happen within this agency. One man brought us from the brink of bankruptcy and started the agency back on the road to success. That man was one Tom Brace. And that man is the one this board has just elected to fill the vacant presidency of this agency."
"What?" Brace wasn't sure he heard Saunders correctly. "Phil, you've gone off your rocker!"
"Perhaps," Saunders said with a grin.
"Joanna will never let you get away with this," Brace replied.
"We think its worth the risk," Saunders said. "And we thought a starting salary of fifty thousand a year might interest you. It's not much, but as soon as the agency gets a firmer footing there'll be more. I can promise you that."
Despite trying to remain cool after hearing that fifty thousand figure, Brace gulped. Things were happening too fast.
"Well, what do you say, Tom?" Saunders asked.
"I want to say yes,'" Brace replied. "But there's still the problem of Joanna Prime. You can't ignore that."
"We aren't," Saunders answered. "However, Joanna is helpless to try anything against us until she gets conrtol of E.Z.'s stock. Knowing the way courts work today that should be at least three or four months, maybe as much as a year. We're hoping that in that time you'll have this agency under such tight reins she won't be able to interfere. Maybe by the time she gets control of the stock, she'll see how foolish it would be to try and run it herself."
Maybe, just maybe, Brace thought seeing the logic of Saunders argument.
"If we don't take some action now before Joanna gets control of that stock, there'll be no way to stop her," Saunders said. "In fact, the reason we called this meeting was to get someone into E.Z.'s position before Joanna appointed herself president of the agency. That's something none of us can afford. I think you can understand that."
It just might work. There was the possibihty that Joanna would see what was good for the agency was good for her, Brace thought. Then this might be a miserable failure. Joanna could just wait until she got control of the stock and throw me out on my ears!
"That's our plan," Saunders said. "Now it's up to you, Tom. I'm sorry we don't have the time to let you think about it, but time is the one thing we don't have. We need your answer now."
Was it worth the risk? Joanna could make things close to impossible. But as long as the board backed him up, Brace realized, he would be the one directing the agency, at least until Joanna got those stocks. And after that? It could go either way. But what did it matter if she did can him. He could always find another job!
"Gentlemen," Brace said, looking around the board table, "I accept."
SEVEN
Brace looked up at the speaker beneath the podium and stifled a yawn. When he accepted the position of president six months ago, this was definitely not what he expected to be part of his official job. Mentally, he made a note to send the vice-president to all future conventions and conferences, unless his own presence was absolutely necessary.
Six months, he mused. It seems like only last week.
But a total of six months has passed, he knew. His thoughts drifted back to that day in the board room. It had taken Joanna only an hour to find out about the board meeting. Alice White, E.Z.'s secretary had seen to that. Alice White was immediately replaced when Brace learned about her call to Joanna. He didn't need someone spying on him. Angie was now his personal secretary.
Joanna, he smiled to himself. Her reaction had been just what he had expected. She had been furious-a she-cat, clawing at anything in reach, but mostly at him. Again and again, she had opposed him at board meetings. And again and again, the board, with the help of Phil Saunders, had backed him every foot of the way. Joanna had been helpless, her vote overridden time and time again.
Perhaps Joanna's finally seeing the light, he thought. In the last two months, Joanna's temper had subsided. She had even led the vote for some of his ideas. Of course the agency's new-found prosperity could have something to do with that. Hard cold cash was hard to argue against. And since he had become president, that was one thing that had been flowing into the agency.
Nothing sexual had redeveloped between them, which was to Brace's liking. Sex and business didn't mix. And with Joanna there was always the strong possibility of that. If the opportunity ever arose again for her to use her body as a lever for authority, Brace knew she wouldn't hesitate. Thus as long as he and Joanna remained far apart, he would never allow the temptation of letting her use sex to get at him. And that temptation was real. Joanna was just as beautiful and desirable to him as she had always been. Only now, he recognized the dangers of that enticing body.
Still, Joanna had seemed to cool her initial anger at his being appointed president, a position she obviously coveted. In fact in the last two months their relationship had progressed beyond just a few civil greetings and farewells. She had actually become friendly, something he never expected from her. On several occasions, she had visited his office to discuss various advertising campaigns. Her interest seemed to be sincere, even down to some of the smallest details.
Brace grimaced. Some of those details needed his attention at the moment. He should be back at the office instead of in New York attending one of the most boring advertising conferences he had ever been to. He placed a star beside his mental note to send the vice-president to the next convention.
The sound of applause brought Brace from his thoughts. He looked up to see the speaker leave the podium. Around him the audience was clapping. Probably in relief, he thought, rising from his seat and making a beeline to the exit, entering the hotel's lobby.
Glancing at his watch, he realized Angie wouldn't be back in the suite for hours. He had given her the day off to go shopping and there was time to kill before they were to have dinner that night. He looked up, his gaze alighting on the hotel's cocktail lounge. It was early, but after the last speech, he felt desperately dry.
Crossing the lobby, Brace walked into the bar. A waving arm caught his eye as he moved toward a vacant table. He smiled, noticing the very attractive woman attached to that arm. Rana ... he couldn't remember her last name. They had met during one of the hospitality parties the night before. Somewhere in his mind, he recalled that she ran a small advertising agency out West Beyond that he couldn't remember a thing. He walked to her table.
"I thought you might like some company," the woman said, pushing aside a stray strand of some of the blackest shoulder length hair Brace had ever seen. "It's no fun drinking alone."
"Agreed," Brace said, accepting the invitation and waving to a cocktail hostess. "That drink looks a bit watered down. Can I buy you a fresh one?"
I've been sitting here for an hour just waiting for a man to come along and ask me that" Rena said. "Thank you, I would love another Bloody Mary."
The waitress arrived and Brace placed the order. The drinks arrived a few minutes later.
"Mmmm, good," Rena said, taking a long sip from her drink. "Much better than sitting through another boring speech. This has been a very boring conference. I usually look forward to them."
Brace laughed. "You're joking, of course."
"No," she said with a shake of her head. These conferences give me a chance to get out of the old home town and get to the big city and get a taste of Its excitement. However, so far this conference has been decldely lacking in excitement! I haven't gotten so much as a dinner offer from a single man in the whole place."
Brace glanced up, suddenly realizing just what she meant by excitement Obviously, this raven-haired woman attended these conferences for something other than just the latest techniques in advertising. It made sense. Rena was a young woman, her agency was in a small town, and small towns were notoriously small-minded. Getting away to the big city gave her the opportunity for sexual adventures without having to worry about what gossip might develop.
She was attractive enough, Brace thought, though he doubted if anyone would ever describe her as beautiful. And she was obviously fishing for a proposal. Brace toyed with the idea of suddenly coming right out and saying, "Your room or mine," but pushed it from his mind. He doubted if Rena was ready for anything that direct.
She had opened the door by mentioning dinner that night, but that was out of the question. Brace already had plans for dinner with Angie. Perhaps something could be arranged for later on that night.
"I've got a business meeting scheduled for this evening," Brace said. "But I should be out of it by eight. If you're interested, we could take in one of the local clubs."
"What?" Rena asked, her voice barely audible above the din of the room.
Brace glanced around. Apparently the rest of the conference's participants had had the same idea he had. The small bar was now fully packed. The noise level had risen to the point where he could barely hear himself think.
"I said, we should go someplace where there's a bit more privacy," he said, leaning over and nearly shouting in her ear.
"My room or yours," Rena answered with a smile.
Brace grinned. So much for Rena's shyness. "Mine, I've got a suite with a completely stocked bar."
The dark-haired woman reached out and lightly squeezed his hand. "Sounds terrific! Lead the way."
Brace's grin widened as he rose and took the raven-haired woman by the arm. Weaving his way through the bar's crowd, he eventually broke through into the lobby and walked directly to the elevators. Rena was quiet, though he noticed the occasional glancing of her coal black eyes, as though she were using the opportunity for one last sizing up of the man who was to provide the "excitement" she sought.
Brace pushed the button to the twentieth floor and within a few moments the doors of the elevator opened and they exited.
"Just down the hall a bit," Brace said, feeling a shiver of excitement race through the woman on his arm. Her head turned to him and she smiled.
"Mmmmm, this is really nice," Rena said, as he opened the door to the suite and she entered. "Must have put you back a dollar or two."
"Expense account" Brace replied. "Would you care for another drink?"
Suddenly a voice called from the bedroom of the suite. "Brace! Brace, is that you?"
The voice was more than familar to Brace. He glanced up just as Angie came into the living room of the suite. He did a double take.
Angie wore nothing but one of those very thin, very revealing, black lacy night gowns. In her hand, still wrapped in its plastic packaging, was a dildo.
"Brace, I went shopping and just bought these and thought we should try them out ... oh!" Angie's eyes met Rena. Her face went blank.
"Rena, I'd like you to meet my personal secretary, Angie," Brace could think of nothing else to say.
Rena's dark eyes glanced at Brace, then back to the skimpily clad Angie. an amused smile moved over her red lips. "I always was a firm believer in a close working relationship between management and employees."
Brace repressed a smile. Rena definitely had a style about her. It was quite obvious what was happening between him and Angie and Rena seemed to accept it. Her comment was humorous, but not coy.
"Apparently Angie has planned a party for this afternoon," Rena said, still looking at the young blonde. "Would a third be a crowd?"
Brace blinked, unsure of what he had just heard. Did Rena want to make this a threesome?
A wide grin suddenly split Angie's face. "The more the merrier!"
Brace blinked again. Angie didn't say that, did she?
She did! The enticing blonde tossed her newly purchased dildo to the sofa and began to remove her black gown.
"Best lock the door, Brace. We wouldn't want a maid walking in on us," Rena said. "That is, unless you think you can handle three women at the same time."
Two women was enough. Brace locked and chained the door to the suite.
He turned back to find Rena wiggling out of the slacks to her pantsuit. The jacket, blouse and bra had already been discarded and now were piled on a chair. His loins tightened with desire as he watched the titillating dance of her pendulous breasts while she skinned down her pants. Her tits were twin balls of very white and very inviting flesh. Her nipples, already erect and firm, were dark, a brown-black that matched the jet black of her shoulder length hair. And the haloes surrounding each of those tempting buds were big and strained looking. The light from the room's windows produced a sleek shining effect on each of those points of delight.
"Aren't you going to join us?" Angie chided him from across the room. "Or do you need help getting out of those clothes?"
Clothes! He had been so engrossed in watching the sway and jostle of Rena's tits, he had completely forgotten about his own clothing. He remedied the situation, while his eyes homed in on the raven-haired woman who now was shimmying from a pair of white bikini panties. His balls lurched when she revealed the thick, black triangle of her pubic moss. Brace glanced across to the blonde girl. Angie was also watching Rena's disrobing with more than pass frig interest. Was that a gleam of desire he saw within her blue eyes?
"How do we go about handling this situation?" Rena asked Angie, casting a glance at Brace.
"Play it by ear," the young blonde answered with a wide grin. "Well just let whatever happens, happen."
In the next instant, Brace found himself smothered in womanflesh. Both the beauties were all over him, kissing, feeling, and doing all sorts of thrilling things. His cock responded, quickly rising to a stiff, adamantine length.
He wasn't exactly sure how it happened, but within a few moments, he found himself stretched out on his back. In his arms, her mouth covering his and her tongue drilling deeply toward his throat, was the dark-tressed, pendulous-titted advertising executive. At the same time, the lovely blonde Angie was busily caressing the rigid shaft of his prick.
Lovingly, her fingers ran up and down his thick column of sex. A fingertip brushed over the engorged crown of his glans, agitating its smooth, sensitive surface. Her other hand slid to his scrotum and toyed with his swelling testicles.
Meanwhile, he occupied his hands with the marvelous feel of the black-haired woman's breasts. Gently at first, he allowed his palms to caress the bulging outer contours of those magnificent melons of flesh.
She eased her pressing body back a bit to give him full access to her tits. Her mouth parted from his and she stared down at him, her dark eyes gleaming with that incandescent fire of lust as she watched every movement of his roving hands.
She knelt above him now. Her breasts dangled from her chest in sleek, elongated cones. Grinning like a child with a new toy on Christmas morning, he took the opportunity to play with those titillating mounds to his heart's content.
Doing his best to create every possible ounce of sensation in her busty treasures, he ran his palms around and around the topsy-turvy peaks of flesh. Languorously, his caressing hand gyrated down in inciting circles. He worked closer and closer to those dark-pointed tips and the erect nipples that pointed down to his chest.
The effects of his manipulation were immediately apparent. The woman hovering over him moaned. Her nostrils widened with flaring excitement. Her eyelids fluttered in confusion while she fought to keep them open and watch his breast-fondling.
"Oh!" She groaned, body shivering with relish when his fingers reached those stiff buttons of flesh. "Good! Your hands feel so wonderful!"
Abruptly, his hands closed over the dangling cones of her breasts. He squeezed, fingers kneading deeply into the smooth, almost flaccid flesh. Her moans came again, louder and filled with growing lust.
Then it was his turn to groan.
The blonde so pleasantly occupied with his crotch suddenly changed her tactics. She had replaced her fondling hands with a very exciting tongue. Hungrily, she licked at his thick shaft, running that moist, pink, oral digit from the throbbing, nut-like head of his prick to its hairy base. Up and down, her head bobbed while she bathed every swollen inch of his stalk of sex.
Angie's ardent oral caresses struck an idea in his own mind. Suddenly abandoning the delightful pendulums of tit he played with, he reached down and grasped the raven-haired temptress above by her hips. He pulled her upward.
It took her no more than a second to grasp what he had in mind. Eagerly, she came to him. On her knees, she straddled his head, moaning as his warm breath mingled through the black down of her pubic muff.
Listing his head a bit, he extended his tongue and weaved it through the soft strands of her sexual fleece and laved its tip up and down the pink cleft of her loins.
Her reaction was electric. She quaked with pleasure, gooseflesh rippling over back and thighs. She groaned, urging him on, urging him to drill his tongue into the damp hole of her pussy.
Which is exactly what he did!
Like a miniature penis, he thrusted his tongue into the wanton groove of her cunt. He licked and laved, sucking away the sudden increase of her womanly juices. His tongue swirled and twirled around the soft folds of her quim.
At the same time, he managed to work a hand up between her squatting thighs. With absolutely no difficulty, he slid a finger into the hot hole of her pussy to replace his tongue. While he finger fucked her, his tongue drifted up the pouted lips of her cunt to politely caress the tiny nubbin of her clitoris.
The dual stimulation of her body, plus the obvious excitement of the moment was too much for her. Carnal pleasures overloaded her body. She came, crying out in pleasure as the blasting waves of climax flooded her body. Completely lost in the onslaught of delight, she rolled from atop him and collapsed on the floor, moaning.
Which gave him the opportunity to rise a bit on his elbows and gaze down at the woman still lavishing her oral caresses on his swollen cock.
The blonde's tongue was now laving around and around the red head of his prick. Occasionally, the tip of that animated digit would probe at the slitted mouth of his glans, as if intent on drilling into his rod.
Fully engrossed he watched, unable to take his eyes from the alluring vision of the lovely young girl kneeling slavishly between his spread legs and so eagerly eating at his cock. Her enthusiastic approach to cocksucking had his balls churning and burning within their hairy sac.
Her lips parted in a lewd ring. Her head dipped. And the engorged crown of his shaft disappeared into the humid sweetness of her mouth. He felt her teeth lightly clamp down around that lust-swollen head, her tongue lashing across its surface like a moist little whip.
She sucked. Suddenly and hard, she sucked. Her lips tightened around his stalk in a glowing white ring. She sucked as though trying to pull off the arrowhead of his glans. She sucked and he could see the twitching of her throat as she drank down the mixture of saliva and his own pre-seminal fluids that filled her mouth.
The marvelous pressure of that sucking, cock-loving mouth lessened. Slowly, her head began to descend. He watched as the fat length of his cock vanished into the caressing warmth of her mouth. At the same time, he felt a ball-aching rush of sensations. Over the soft carpet of her tongue, he moved, then down into the depths of her throat. Down, ever down, her head slid along his fleshy rail until her nose nuzzled the base of his cock.
With that same slowness, she eased back up his rigid spike of flesh. Once back at the top of his prick, she sucked again, her tongue whipping at his glans. There was nothing urgent about her movements. She ate him with a deliberate determination that was intended to create every bit of pleasure her mouth could provide.
Something stirred beside him. Brace glanced to his side. The black-haired woman he had pleased with his own mouth had recovered from the throes of her release. A bit dazed, she looked around. Her eyes alighted on the blonde attached to his meaty spike. For a moment she watched the slow rise and fall of the girl's head. Then her eyes darted to the sofa, a smile moving over her red lips.
Suddenly, she pushed from the floor and trotted to the couch. Puzzled, Brace watched as she bent over. There was a ripping sound that only increased his bewilderment. Then his eyes were averted from the woman for a moment as Angie's cock-greedy mouth sucked at his prick with increased hunger. He watched the swollen lance of his cock disappear into the blonde's face, then slide out from her lips.
When his gaze drifted back to the woman by the sofa, he gasped.
Rena had suddenly sported a long, thick-looking cock.
The dildo! It was the dildo Angie had purchased earlier. He had completely forgotten about the plastic prick she had purchased for him to try out on her wanton body.
Rena's eyes met his. She grinned with wicked delight, running a hand up and down that stiff rod of imitation cock. Her eyes then moved to the upturned curves of Angie's enticing bottom.
Brace needed no explanation of the woman's intent. The blonde kneeling between his thighs was vulnerably exposed for a rear assault. The black-haired beauty intended to give her a taste of the artificial prick. Brace's already hyper-agitated balls lurched and churned in their sac.
Still gripping that long plastic shaft with her left hand, Rena moved behind the kneeling blonde. The raven-tressed temptress lowered her naked body to her knees, then reached out and spread the girl's thighs. Rena's hips eased forward.
Brace felt the full effects of the woman-to-woman contact. Rena's pelvis suddenly thrusted, skewering into the waiting pocket of Angie's quim. The blonde groaned beneath the invasion of the man-made prick. The solid impact rocked her kneeling body. She lost balance, literally falling forward on Brace's swollen cock. She took every inch of his rod, all the way down to its hairy base in one swooping motion.
When the dark-headed woman eased the impaling dildo from her feminine target, the blonde slowly pulled up, sucking at his shaft with increased relish. Thrust! Rena poled inward again. He could hear her crotch slap sharply against the upturned curves of Angie's rump. Gulp! The blonde dropped down swallowing the ponderous length of his sex.
Two women and one man, thus locked together in a chain, they fucked and sucked. Rena's strokes controlled the girl on her hands and knees before the woman. And the blonde commanded the total attention of Brace's rigid rod of flesh. He held back the burning flood of his lust until the last possible moment, then he came.
Hot gushes of sexual cream spewed from the head of his cock and blasted into the lovely mouth wrapped around his shaft. Politely, the blonde sucked and licked until she had swallowed down the last drop of his release, then she let his spent cock slither from between her red lips.
For a few moments Brace just lay there, filled with the warm satisfaction of his climax. Angie had a love for taking a man in her mouth, but even more important, she knew how to tell a man just how much she loved it!
When his eyes finally opened, he scooted around a bit to get a better view of the two women. The sight was definitely exciting. Still standing on her knees behind Angie, Rena was fully engrossed in her masculine role. With almost brutal force she was ramming the stiff length of dildo in and out of Angie's pink-lipped cunt. The long column of plastic cock glistened with the blonde's pussy juices as it moved in and out of her skewered twat.
The blonde, completely submissive, knelt on hands and knees, taking the forceful poling of the dildo. Her head hung from between her shoulders, rolling from side to side with each driving stroke of the artificial prick. She moaned and groaned, obviously lost in the pleasure the woman mounted behind her gave.
Brace's testicles responded to the sexy sight, beginning to do all sorts of aching things within their sac. In, Rena rammed. Angie groaned, her body jarred by the impact. Her breasts, dangling from her chest, jiggled and danced. Out, the imitation penis evacuated the tender folds of the blonde's cunt, then pistoned back, filling the haven of her belly.
He wasn't sure how long he watched the two of them. But the effects of their coupling soon became obvious. His spent prick soon began to twitch and throb with new life, rising to an erect shaft of need.
There was only one way to satisfy that need! Rena!
Quickly he worked his way behind the dildo-sporting woman and within moments had rammed his cock into the enfolding warmth of her own cunt, fucking her as she so ably serviced the blonde.
He now took command. The dark-haired woman gave in to the demanding strokes of his swollen lance. She moaned in a fit of sexual fervor. She accepted the stiff invasion of her pussy, welcoming the packing presence of his manly rod.
When he drove into the silk-fringed lips of her sex, her hips jerked back, trying to take the unyielding length of his cock deeper into her body. When he slowly eased from the moist channel of her quim, her hips lurched forward, slamming the dildo into Angie's body.
It was Angie's turn to come. She did, body quaking and lust-sated groans writhing from her lips. Her body collapsed and she fell forward. The deeply rooted shaft of plastic came sliding from her trembling cunt with a wet sucking sound. The girl lay on the floor quivering.
No longer occupied with the blonde, Rena suddenly dropped to her hands and knees, assuming the submissive position Angie had taken. The abrupt movement caught Brace by surprise. His cock rushed inward, plummeting into the hot recesses of the black-haired woman's pussy.
She felt good, the greedy folds of her love channel caressing the throbbing shaft of his cock. Her womanly juices bathed him, lubricating the in-out strokes of his aching prick.
Tuck me!" Rena cried out to him. "Oh, God! It feels like a telephone pole! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
Immediately, his hips leaped to the task. He rammed inward, driving to the very core of her pussy. He skewered her, impaling her wanton body on his pulsing pole of flesh. This woman had come to the convention to find a man-she had found one.
Swinging down atop her back, he wrapped his arms around her kneeling body. His hand encompassed the dangling, elongated cones of her tits. His fingers dug in, kneading the soft, smooth flesh. She bucked against him, throwing her body into the ramming pole he fed her.
He worked the resilient mounds of her tits, squeezing his fingers into the summery-warm flesh. He fucked her, his hips hunching in and out. She groaned, giving herself to the onslaught of carnal sensations and begging for more. And more was just what he gave her! Relinquishing one of those delightful tits, he slid a hand down to her crotch. There he slipped a finger into the slitted mouth of her cunt and found the bud of her clit. That tiny button of pleasure did the rest. She came.
But he hadn't. As her body began to quake and tremble with the force of her climax, he immediately wrapped his arms around her waist, supporting her body. At the same time, he continued fucking the contracting tunnel of her cunt.
Angie's recent oral attention to his shaft had tapped his seminal reservoir; he felt as though he could continue to fuck this raven-haired woman forever. It was impossible, but the feeling was terrific!
Apparently Rena agreed. She came twice more before Brace's testicles could no longer hold back their fresh load of sperm and semen. He came blasting forth in thick, hot fountains. He gushed into the pocket of her cunt, coating the pink folds of her sex, filling her with his seed until his come oozed from the lips of her pussy.
His arms, trembling and quivering, could no longer hold her. She collapsed, wrenching his cock from her body. He rolled back and lay on his back, gasping for breath.
However, Angie was far from exhausted. Recovered from her own climax, the blonde suddenly came to life. With Brace watching, she knee-walked across the room to the panting woman. Abruptly her frosty-misted head ducked between come-oozing cunt.
Brace could not take his eyes from the sight. Rena poling Angie with that wicked looking dildo had been exciting, but this was something completely different. His mind couldn't find the adjectives to describe it.
He knew the street names for what he was witnessing, but they didn't matter. Street names come from people hung up about sex. What he was now watching was too damn arousing to be labelled by small minds that felt sex was dirty.
Angie's tongue, pink and moist, ran up and down the cleft of Rena's loins. He gazed on while she bathed the other woman's pussy, laving away the mixture of womanly fluids and his own come from her sexual knoll. The blonde was thorough in her job, she completely washed away and swallowed all the outer traces of his ejaculation before turning her attention to the flood of come still within the woman's cunt.
Pressing her lips firmly against Rena's quim, the girl sucked away all traces of his release, drinking them as she had drunk those same creamy fluids from their source but minutes ago.
Rena stirred, her head twisting around to gaze back to the blonde. A wide smile spread over her lips.
T think I can make it easier for you," Rena said. "If you'll just stop with that lovely tongue for a moment."
Angie's head rose and she looked at the woman a bit puzzled.
Rena immediately rolled to her back and opened her thighs widely. The action completely exposed the feast of her black-muffed cunt. Angie's head quickly ducked between those creamy legs, her tongue slipping back into the trembling feminine slit. Rena moaned appreciatively, her hands, reaching out to stroke the blonde's back.
Brace had never suspected his personal secretary's desire for other women. Now he had witnessed her eagerly take a dildo strapped to Rena's waist and was repaying the favor by giving the black-headed woman what was obviously a thorough cunt lapping.
And to top it off, it was one of the most ball-aching things Brace had ever seen.
Angie should have told me about this before, he mused, realizing all the interesting situations that could have resulted with some of his dates. But there was no need wondering about what could have been. These two women were here and he damn well intended to take full advantage of the situation.
Pushing to his knees, he moved beside Rena, kneeling at her head. The woman's eyes opened, flashing up to him, then dropping to the limp cock dangling from his groin. She needed no instructions, her head rose a bit and her tongue unfurled from her mouth, licking at his prick.
He watched her lap and lave over his rod, licking away the glistening juices he carried from her own cunt. He wondered what she thought of her own taste, but didn't ask. He knew that he liked it. And she seemed to have no complaints.
By the time his shaft was stiff and long once again, Angie's mouth had worked its magic on the supine woman. Rena came for what seemed like the tenth time that afternoon. He realized it was an exaggeration, but he also realized the woman was getting a hardy taste of the excitement she had come to his room to find.
"My turn," Angie said, turning to him, smiling. "And it looks as if our friend here has taken care of getting you ready just for me."
Her eyes drifted to the stiff stalk jutting from his crotch as she moved away from Rena and stretched out on her back, thighs spread lewdly. "Fuck me, Tom. The dildo was good, but there's nothing like the feel of a man."
Without hesitation, Brace moved to the sexy blonde and slid atop the tempting bed of her nakedness. There was no need for either of their hands to guide lrim. His rigid prick met the slickened lips of her quim and easily penetrated the warm, wet harbor of her belly. The blonde sighed, her arms surrounding him.
Their bodies worked together, each trying to give and take the greatest pleasure at the same time. Angie's earlier pussy-eating had apparently been exciting to her as it had been to the woman on the floor beside them. It took no more than a few minutes to bring her to the full release of climax.
Brace followed quickly, emptying himself into the clinging folds of her cunt.
Afterwards, when they had recovered from the satisfying but draining coupling, they sat up to find Rena smiling at them. No words needed to be said. Their smiles answered hers.
"It's getting late," Brace said, glancing to the windows and the growing darkness. "Is anyone interested in dinner?"
"I thought you had a business dinner scheduled for this evening," Rena said, repeating Brace's earlier comments.
"I just finished it," Brace replied, nodding toward Angie. "Now would anyone care to go out?"
"I don't consider anything finished," Angie said with a bit of a pout.
"We could always call room service," Rena offered.
"Right," Angie echoed the other woman's sentiments. 'I'd hate to break up a party like this."
Brace knew better than to try to resist. He pushed from the floor and walked to the telephone, dialing room service. It was the last night of the convention-but it was going to be one hell of a night!
EIGHT
Brace stared across the board room table at Joanna Prime. He resisted the urge to shake his head in disbelief.
For the past five hours the meeting had gone without a hitch; Joanna hadn't opposed him once, nor even objected to any of his proposals. Even harder to believe, she had actually come out in support of two advertising campaigns on which half of the board members seemed shaky.
This wasn't what he expected when he learned from Phil Saunders that morning that Joanna had gained control of her E.Z.'s stock while Brace had been away at the convention. He had been prepared for the worst-perhaps his own dismissal-when he heard that Joanna had called a board meeting and voted herself in as chairperson of the board.
However, the worst hadn't occurred. Joanna's recent changes seemed to be real, if today was any indication. Brace smiled, feeling relieved. His smile widened as the red-haired woman glanced at him and smiled.
"Well, gentlemen," her eyes moved back to the other board members, "I guess that covers everything on the agenda for today. Until next week, then."
Joanna reached out and took Brace's arm as he started to rise with the others. "Wait a moment," she said. He nodded, easing back into his chair.
"Tom," she said when the last of the board left, "I owe you an apology. In the past, I misjudged you and made a lot of mistakes. I know there's been friction between us, most of it caused by a foolish woman-me. But during the past months I've seen that I've been wrong."
She paused, glancing at him. He felt she wanted some comment from him, but he had nothing to say.
"I guess what I'm trying to say is that I'm willing to let bygones be bygones, if you are." Her eyes were pleading with him, but still he said nothing. "I'm willing to try and work with you for the best interests of this agency if you're willing to give it a try."
"More than willing," he finally said. "But you need to understand that I'm president of the agency and...."
"I know. I want you as president," she said. "Don't you think I can see what you've done for the firm? Tom, what I'm saying is that I don't want to lose you. I want you to stay with the agency and I want to help."
He nodded. She seemed sincere, as though she really cared about the firm. Phil Saunders would be pleased to learn that his plan had worked.
T think we should get together and talk, something we've never done before," Joanna said. "I want to know more about you and what your plans for the agency are."
"Easy enough," he said.
"What about tonight?" Joanna looked at him. "Would you like to dine at the house tonight?"
That took him off guard. He hadn't expected anything like this. "Business?"
"Business," she nodded. "Strictly business."
"Tonight then," he replied, with a smile. He had other plans for the evening, but if he could cement good relations with Joanna it would be more than worth giving up an evening for.
"Eight o'clock," she said.
I'm the world's number one sap! Brace grimaced to himself. He had been a fool to think that Joanna would ever change. Now he was struck by just how foolish he had been.
He glanced across the den to the woman who was pouring two brandies. I've played this scene before! he thought, remembering his first night in this house-in this den.
However, the situation wasn't quite the same.
The dinner had gone much in the way he had expected. Joanna's friendliness continued, if anything it grew. However, they had talked business-strictly business. But not his plans for the agency, but hers!
He hadn't been sure of what was going on until a few moments ago when Joanna had suggested they move to the den. He still felt the warmth of her body pressed suggestively against his.
Yeah, the situation is different he repeated to himself. Definitely different!
Joanna had sex in mind tonight, but he could make a sure bet that she had no intention of rejecting him again-not this time. She had made it clear over dinner just what she was planning with all her comments about being lonely since E.Z.'s death. She had been laying the foundations for what she now was working in prime form to complete. Only he hadn't been bright enough to catch on. Until now!
"Here you go," Joanna said, handing him a brandy snifter as she settled down beside him on the sofa. Her body was pressed to his, thigh against thigh, breast points nuzzling his arm. "I think we're beginning to understand each other, Tom. Developing what could be a very rewarding relationship for both of us."
Yes, he mused, forcing himself to hide his anger and appear receptive to her. Sexual rejection was the farthest thing from her mind tonight. Whatever he wanted was exactly what she would give him.
To understanding," he said, raising his glass a bit, "and our new relationship."
He emphasized "relationship" so that she knew he didn't mean business relationship. Her green eyes flashed with the fire of lust. She knew exactly what he meant.
Tempting, so damn tempting. Joanna was a flaming-haired goddess. He had already tasted the pleasures of her voluptuous body. To have her again, to have her at his command, a submissive slave eagerly fulfilling his every carnal desire-it was so tempting.
But then that's exactly what she was betting on. She was hoping that he would be unable to resist that temptation. She wants me to think with my cock instead of my head!
But that was the one trap he wasn't going to fall into. Not tonight, or ever. He should have realized exactly what had been on this enticing temptress's mind when she had first started playing up to him a few months back. But he had hoped that she was changing. Stupid!
Now he saw it all. God, it made his head reel. It was so well planned. Joanna had worked months to woo him for this moment. Everything, every last moment, was no more than a part of her scheme to gain control over the agency.
Her tool-SEX!!!
After all, what man in his right mind would resist her, deny himself the pleasures of her tantalizing body? She hoped to trap him with her body, perhaps even win his love. Then she intended to wrap him around her little finger the same way she had done with E.Z.
She wanted him all right, but not for his body. She wanted to control him, thus control the agency. Her body and every sexual demand he gave, in exchange for the agency. The trouble was, such an exchange would castrate him, leaving him nothing but a shell of a man.
"It's not dead is it, Tom?" she whispered. "You still feel what you once felt."
"Yes," he didn't lie. He still wanted her, wanted her more than any other woman that had come into his life. But he didn't want her this way.
She leaned toward him, lips pressing strongly to his. Her tongue flicked out and wiggled into his mouth. She taunted him, probing intimately toward his throat, then withdrawing. "I still feel it. It could be that way again ... if you want it."
He pulled her back to him, his own tongue invading the sweet warmth of her mouth. She came, melting against his body. Her tits stabbed at his chest. His cock came to life, throbbing as it grew hard and stiff in his pants.
He wanted her, but tonight wouldn't be the night He'd play along until he could make the point he wanted, give her a lesson she wouldn't forget.
"Mmmmm," she sighed as their mouths parted. Her hand crept down to his crotch, feeling the massive bulge of his sex. She squeezed the rigid rod and sighed again. "I want you, Tom. I want you to make love to me."
He reached behind her, finding the zipper to her evening dress and tugged it down its metal track. "Best get out of those things."
She nodded, slipping from his lap and standing before him. "Whatever you want ... whatever you want."
Her hands rose to the black straps of her dress, easing them over her shoulders, then letting the full-length dress slip down the curves of her body, gathering on the floor around her ankles. She kicked it aside, allowing his eyes to devour her near nakedness.
She was beautiful, so damn beautiful. He felt his determination falter as he stared at that creamy white body that wore nothing but a lacy black bra and a pair of equally lacy black bikini panties. Joanna had come completely prepared to win him with her body tonight.
She freed the bra, letting it fall from her rounded tits. Her fingers moved to those heavy balls, massaging them a moment, then her hands moved to her panties. Slowly, she peeled them down over her long thighs and calves.
Brace's balls lurched. His eyes homed in on the most intimate portion of her body. Joanna's pubis was bare. The soft auburn fleece of her muff was gone. She had shaven her pubic moss, leaving the knoll of her womanhood bare and pink. Damn! This woman's incredible! She's using every trick in the book!
"Beautiful," he said in a deep lusty voice. That shaven cunt looked so innocent and so vulnerable.
"It's yours," she said. "All yours ... for anything you want ... anything."
She came back to him, settling in his lap. I'm yours, Tom. Use me. Make me feel like a woman."
Even all the right words, he mused, his hand climbing up her sides to caress the firm globes of her breasts.
She quivered, shuddering with excitement. She leaned to him, her mouth once more covering his. He squeezed her tits, kneading them roughly. So smooth, so warm, he thought, it would be so easy to give in.
But he had no intention of giving in. Not now.
His fingers found the buttons of her pink nipples and cajoled them with a flourish of teasing circles. He felt her arousal growing, nipples thickening, stiffening. Her breathing deepened when his hands once more scooped up her twin mounds of titflesh and kneaded them, rolled them, tugged them.
She was no longer playing. She was aroused, her guard was down. She would never expect what he had in mind. This is exactly the way he wanted her. She had to feel the full impact of what he now planned.
Releasing one of her big tits, he let one of his hands travel down to her loins. Her thighs opened, allowing him access to the shaven mouth of her cunt He kneaded and massaged that delightful mound for a moment, then wiggled a finger into her quim.
Her excitement was real. She was hot and wet within the haven of her pussy. Despite her ulterior motives for being here, her own body wanted him, wanted him to satisfy her womanly desires. That was good. He smiled to himself.
T want you," he whispered.
"Yessss," she hissed with pleasure as his finger tapped the tiny nubbin of her clit. "Oh, yes!"
"I want you to be mine, only mine," he said, knowing her excitement was growing as he fingered the slot of her cunt. Soon she would be just where he wanted her. "I want all of you."
"God! Yes!" She groaned, writhing on his skewering digit. Closer and closer she was moving toward climax. "All of me, all of me belongs to you. My mouth, my cunt, my ass. I'm yours, your whore, your slave. I'll do anything you want-anything!"
She would, too! He didn't doubt that. He wondered what it would be like to feel her lips and tongue on his rigid dong. To feel himself ensounced in the tightness of her ass. Suddenly his finger increased its stroking into her juicy pussy. His digit fucked her with almost vengeful force.
"Close!" She groaned, hunching into his palm. "Oh sweet God! I'm so close!"
Now! He ordered himself. Now!
He wrenched his finger from the hot socket of her sex, jerking it free of her body. At the same time, he stood, the naked beauty rolling from his lap onto the floor.
"You, bitch!" Brace said, staring down at her. "You can take your sexual games and go to hell!"
She opened her mouth, but did not say a thing. She was still aroused and confused. He had brought her so close to climax, that her naked body still trembled with its need.
"Listen, and listen good!" he said. "I'm not some male whore that you can use whenever it's convenient to you. Nor am I some spineless wimp you can maneuver by using your body on him."
"You bastard!" She suddenly exploded.
"That's right, and don't forget it!" He grinned knowing it would only irritate her more. "Woman, you're twisted inside. You haven't got the faintest idea about what happens between a man and a woman. Sex is just something you use to get what you want. Some women sell their bodies for money; they're called whores. But at least they're honest. You sell your body and call yourself a woman-a lady. The trouble is, I'm not buying. Not tonight or ever. I don't like your terms, too expensive for any man. But then you wouldn't know what to do with a man!"
With that, he turned, leaving her alone on the floor.
Joanna stared after him, gazing blankly even after she heard the door to the house slam and his car peel away from the driveway outside.
"Bastard!" she shouted, feeling the carnal frustration of her body and the anger boiling within her. "Bastard! I'll get you for this! I'll get you! Just wait!"
NINE
"Are you sure of this?" Phil Saunders looked across the desk at Brace. "A resignation seems rather rash."
"It's the only way, Phil," Brace said. "It's just not working out. Take a look what's happened the last month! The Harker account, the Wilson account, the Keller account, and at least five others-Joanna's opposed me every step of the way. I know you haven't been blind to what's going on. The agency is sliding downhill again. And you know as well as I do this firm needs someone who can get along with Joanna. Apparently, I can't. You'd be better off without me. And I'd be better off without Joanna. It's as simple as that."
Not quite, but close enough, Brace thought. Since that night a month ago when he had left Joanna alone on the floor of her den, all hell had broken loose. The woman had gone after him with a spite. He had expected it, but had hoped it might be different. Now he realized the only way out was to resign and move on to greener pastures.
Saunders nodded. "I guess there's no need to ask-where you're going. I'm sure you've had at least a dozen job offers since you've been with us. I just hate to hell to see you go, Tom. You're what the agency needs and you know it as well as I do. Isn't there any way to convince you to stay?"
"Sorry," Brace replied. "I want to stay. I've grown accustomed to being president of this agency and the paycheck that goes with it. But either Joanna or I have to go. I am afraid Joanna has no intention of leaving, which means I've got to go."
"Yes, but...." Saunders fell silent, as though gathering his thoughts. "You're right, of course. I just hate to admit it. Everything was going so good for a while. It really looked as though you and Joanna had things worked out. Then everything seemed to come tumbling down around our ears."
"The best laid plans," Brace said with a shrug.
"Perhaps," Saunders shook his head. "But Joanna seems like she's out to get you personally. Everything she does is directed at you, as though she's set on ruining your business career."
"I don't think it's as bad as that," Brace said, knowing that was exactly what Joanna Prime had in mind. Now it was either get his ass out of the agency before she could work her worst or go down with the ship. If he got out, he could still salvage his career and someone else might be able to save the firm.
"It damn sure is, Tom. You know it as well as I do," Saunders said. "I'm not trying to pry into your personal life, but I think there's more than just business interests between you and Joanna. I can understand that. Joanna's a hell of an attractive woman. Maybe I'm wrong, but if something was happening between you two it sure went sour and now she's after your ass."
"Phil," Brace began, but the man waved him away.
"I think you should try to work it out with her. Joanna needs a man," Saunders said.
Brace shook his head. Saunders was perceptive. "Phil, you're way off base," Brace lied.
"I hear you, but I don't believe it."
"Believe it," Brace said firmly.
"Okay, but I still want you to stay. I think something could be worked out."
"Sorry, it would be a waste of your time and money as well as mine," Brace replied. "I think it would be best if I just packed up and got out of here by tomorrow."
T think you're wrong," Saunders said. "But I see I'm not going to talk you out of it." The man rose from his chair and extended a hand across the desk. "All I can do is wish you the best of luck."
"Thank you," Brace smiled, shaking his hand. "Too bad it didn't work out."
"You don't realize just how bad it is," Saunders said, then turned and left the office.
Brace leaned back into his chair. Yes, he did realize how bad it was. With Joanna at the wheel the agency didn't stand a chance. He felt like a captain deserting a sinking ship, but he had no other choice. If he stayed, it would be suicide.
Suddenly leaning forward, he hit the button to his intercom. Angie's voice came over the speaker. He said, "Angie, I've got some packing to do. I don't want to see anyone for the rest of the day, nor do I want any phone calls."
"Got it," Angie said. "And, Tom, don't forget about tonight."
"Never," he said with a smile, then switched off the intercom. Other than Saunders, Angie was the only one who knew about his resignation and his plans to leave. He knew that her plans for that night included a going away party Angie-style.
Pushing from his desk, Brace pulled a small suitcase from behind his chair. Opening it, he began to stuff it with his various personal effects atop the desk. There weren't many; unlike some executives, he didn't need to mark his office as his territory. His presence did that.
"Tom!" Joanna called out as she pushed herself into his office past Angie. She closed the door, slamming it in the blonde's face. "I just met Phil Saunders downstairs. He said you resigned!"
"That's right," Brace replied, closing his suitcase and locking it with finality. "Tomorrow, this will be all yours. That's what you want, isn't it, Joanna?"
"No!" Joanna took a step closer. "I want you to stay. I mean that. Really, Tom, I want you to stay."
"So you can slowly cut me down to size," Brace said, anger creeping into his voice. "No thank you, lady. I had a month of that. I don't need anymore...."
Tom, you've got to listen to me," she said, pleading with him. "Dammit! Can't you see that I really mean it. I want you to stay. I've been wrong. I'm willing to give it another try."
"I'm not," Brace answered, seething now. "I'm not your personal doormat. I don't like being walked on or kicked around. I can do my job, do it damn good, but you won't give me a chance because you're worried about losing your hold on this agency. I'm a threat to you, Mrs. Prime. If you give me just half a chance, you know I'll prove myself a better man than you are. And you can't stand that thought-can't stand anyone being better than you are."
Tom, please," she said. "I want to. .
T don't give a damn what you want, Mrs. Prime." He glared at her, "It's your wants that are always getting in the way. This agency can't have two presidents, so I'm giving you this office. That's what you've wanted all along. Now you can have it. I hope you know how to swim, because you're headed straight into hot water."
"Please, listen," she said, taking his arm. "Please!"
"No," he said, lifting his suitcase from the desk.
"I've listened to you all I've wanted. Now, I'm going to walk out that door without even looking back. And you can begin to settle into your new office. You've won, I give up!"
Without another word he walked from the office. Behind him Joanna called after him. Her voice was cut off as the elevator opened, then closed behind him.
TEN
"Leave the city and move to a small town and start your own agency." Angie was repeating the main points of what he had just said. "Sounds a bit radical, Tom, especially when you could get a fantastic position with any number of agencies here in town."
"I know," he said. "But I've always wanted my own agency. A man can make a good living if he moves in and opens up a new territory. Of course, there won't be any national campaigns, but there should be enough business after the agency's established."
"Hmmmm," Angie mused.
"I'd need someone to help me," Brace continued, glancing around his apartment, then looking at the blonde beside him on the sofa. "I'd like that person to be you."
Angie smiled, her lips parted. Brace leaned to her and kissed her, stifling her words.
"Shhhh," he said. "Don't answer yet. I want you to think this over. Thoroughly!"
Angie tried to speak again, hut another kiss silenced her.
"I've managed to put away a nice bankroll these past months," Brace said. "It's enough to get an office and get things rolling. But at the beginning, it's going to be rough. Accounts won't come pouring in. It'll take a lot of long hours and hard work to get this thing off the ground. There won't be much money involved at first. I simply won't be able to pay you what you're worth. But I've already told you about the town. I think it might be some type of inducement to get you to go along with me. It might be nice to get out of this rat race for a while."
"Tom," she started, but he kissed her again. They lingered together, their tongues getting intimate.
"Please, don't answer now," he said when they parted. "I want you to take a week to think it over I'm going to fly down tomorrow and set things up and get an office arranged. I'll be back at the end o the week and then you can tell me your answer, want you with me, but I want you to be happy. You've got a good job here and I can't offer anything that even begins to equal it."
Leaning over, he kissed the blonde once again. This time her arms encircled him, the passion of her kiss growing as their tongues duelled and taunted at each other. Neither seemed to want to break the embrace, but eventually, her lips eased from his.
"A week," he said. "I want you to take a full week to consider what I said."
She nodded, her mouth returning to his. Her tongue drilled into his mouth, delving toward his throat. She wiggled against him, trying for as much body contact as possible. She clung to him, her breasts flattening against his chest.
Brace felt the pulsings of desire within the rising length of his manhood. Thoughts of starting his own small advertising agency began to fade from his mind, moving to visions of making love with this young blonde.
Apparently the girl's thoughts were moving in the same direction. She pulled from him a bit and in a deep panting voice said, "Your bedroom?"
He nodded, rising and leading her into the bedroom. Immediately, the ever-ready, sex-hungry blonde began to strip away the blouse and jeans she wore. She was completely naked before he could even get out of his shirt. She trotted to him, helping him from his own pants, then moving to the bed, stretching out.
Sliding down beside her, his hands began to explore the slightly domed pillows of her tits and the intimate groove of her sex. While her tongue busied his, her hands were at his crotch, stroking and fondling the stiff length of manmeat poling from his crotch. Her touch was gentle and loving. She caressed him, teasing his swollen tool, while his finger delved into the hot pocket of her quim. Already she was filled with a flood of womanly juices. There was no need for the foreplay, but he wanted her to feel the full pleasure that he could give her.
The door to the apartment opened and closed.
"What was that?" Angie suddenly pulled her mouth from his and stared at him, puzzled.
"The door, I think," Brace answered, twisting his head around.
Joanna stood in the doorway to the bedroom. Her eyes moved back and forth between Angie's and his naked bodies, fully noting the finger he still had entrenched in her pussy. He wasn't sure, but he thought he saw tears well in the comers of her eyes.
"You son-of-a-bitch!" She now glared directly at him. He realized he had been mistaken about the tears. If there had been any, they had been tears of rage. "Damn, to think I came here!"
"Joanna, what do you want!" Brace returned her stare. "I said everything I wanted to say to you this morning."
"You didn't give me a chance this morning," she replied. "I came here to plead with you to stay, to humble myself to you. God, you don't understand what it took for me to do this...."
Had to swallow your pride, you bitch, Brace thought. Bet that medicine nearly poisoned you!
"And what do I find! You and this cheap bitch like two minks in rut." She was screaming now. "If you prefer this little whore to me, you can have her. You can have her!"
She pivoted and ran from the room. The door to the apartment slammed as she left
"Whew," Angie sank back to the bed, obviously shaken by the unexpected intrusion. "That woman has really got a problem."
"Yeah," Brace answered. "She's a spoiled child."
He eased from the bed and stepped to his clothes. "Angie, I want you to wait right here. There's something I have to do and it can't wait."
"What?" the blonde asked, pushing up from the bed. "What are you doing?"
"Something that should have been done a long time ago," Brace answered. "I won't be gone long and I'll explain everything as soon as I get back. Will you wait for me?"
"Of course," Angie said, watching him pull on his shirt and slip into his shoes. "And Brace, be careful."
"Don't worry," he said with a smile, realizing Angie had an inkling of what was running through his mind. "And you keep the bed warm for me."
With that, he turned and left the apartment. A few moments later he found his car in the parking garage. Backing from his personal space, he drove from the building, heading toward Joanna's home.
The bitch had gotten away with too much. Too much for too long. It was time someone finally put her in her place. And he was just the one to do it.
He squealed into the driveway of Joanna's home, halting before the front door of the mansion. Climbing from the car, he strode to the door and pushed the bell. Tonight will be a night she'll remember for the rest of her life!
"Mr. Brace?" The butler opened the door. "Is Mrs. Prime expecting you?"
Brace didn't answer, but pushed his way into the house. "Where is she?"
"Mrs. Prime has retired for the night," the butler said grabbing at his arm. Brace shook him off, then moved toward the stairs. "Mr. Brace, you'll have to leave."
Brace was at the stairs.
"Mrs. Prime is not to be disturbed." The butler ran after him. "If you don't stop, I'll have to call the police!"
"That won't be necessary, Charles," Joanna called from the top of the stairs. "I won't need you for the rest of the evening, Charles. I can handle Mr. Brace myself."
The butler looked up at the woman, hesitating a moment, then turned, walking to his quarters.
Braces eyes rose up the stairs to the woman dressed in a black nightgown. He moved up the stairs, eyes locked to Joanna's.
"Well, what the hell do you want?" she said, turning from him and moving to her bedroom. "I really don't see that we have anything to discuss."
Brace didn't answer. He closed and locked the door behind him. Joanna twisted around, staring at him. "I said, what do you want!"
"You," was all he replied.
"You must be joking!" She laughed at him. "I suggest you get the hell out of here, or I'll call the police."
She moved toward a telephone beside her bed. But Brace was quicker. He grabbed the telephone cord and ripped it from the wall.
"My God!" The redheaded woman gasped. Fear was in her green eyes. "You're crazy! You've gone mad!"
She looked at the door to the room. But before she could take a step, Brace grabbed her arm and threw her to the bed. He was seated on the side of the bed with the woman stretched across his knees before she realized what was happening.
"What ... what do you think you're doing?" She was struggling, but Brace held her down, pinning her over his legs.
"Something I should have done a long time ago!" he answered. "Something your father should have done!"
With a free hand he reached down, gripping the hem of her nightgown. He yanked up. There was the sound of rending fabric, but he didn't mind. He kept pulling up until he had exposed the twin cushions of her bare ass.
"Stop! You bastard!" She was screaming at him, but he ignored her. "You can't do this! You can't get away with it!"
"Like hell I can't!" He punctuated his statement with a sharp slap to her upturned rear. "I'm doing it right at this moment. Giving you the spanking a spoiled child deserves!"
Pop! His palm of his hand descended again. "Damn! You son-of-a-bitch!" The redheaded woman squirmed and writhed, trying to get away from his hand.
It was to no avail. Again his hand rose and fell smacking against her upturned ass cheeks. Unrelenting in his assault, he rapidly brought his palm down again. He wasn't brutal, but he damn well knew she was feeling the sting of his swatting palm.
Again and again, his hand popped the nicely rounded demiglobes of her ass. She cried out, pleading with him to stop, but her protests went unheeded, answered only by the rhythmic slap of palm on rear. She wiggled, but it didn't help, there was no way she could escape.
He watched the whiteness of her naked haunches turn a pretty pink, the exact outline of his spanking hand. The pink glowed, turning a dark shade of red. "Oh!" she moaned. "You bastard! You bastard!" Her curses were just as loud as ever, but she no longer moved in his lap. In fact she was lying perfectly still. He could feel and hear her labored gasps between her protests. Puzzled, he brought his hand down a bit harder, swatting firmly against the red-blushed flesh of her bared cheeks.
"Oh!" She grunted again, but something was changed about her voice. Again he slapped her ass. "Damn!"
Then he recognized it! The fury was completely gone from her tone. The words were still the same, but she was no longer protesting the spanking. In fact, she seemed to be enjoying it!
Enjoying it? Was she getting off on his rough treatment?
The thought enticed him. Carefully, he lifted the arm he had been using to hold her down. She didn't move!
"Oh!" She groaned beneath the slap of his hand. Then he realized he had heard wrong. She wasn't saying "oh," she was moaning "ah."
Amazed, he suddenly switched hands and continued the spanking. There was absolutely no attempt to slip away from his lap. Almost unbelieving what was happening, he ran his hand down between her thighs. They opened for him.
I'll be damned!
'Moisture flowed from the shaven lips of her cunt She was excited. His spanking was arousing her. She was turned on. She was getting off on his rough treatment. She wanted this-wanted to be spanked!
Slap!
The sharp pop of his palm on her bottom resounded through the room. The woman laid across his knees groaned. Her thighs spread wider, as though inviting him to shove a finger into the wet hole of her cunt.
Which is exactly what he did!
She cried out, wiggling herself onto the invading digit. The spongy folds of her quim trembled. Feminine fluids flooded the heated chamber of her pussy.
She grunted when his hand once more swatted her behind.
"You bitch!" He laughed. "This is exactly what you've wanted. This is what you've been after. Isn't it?"
"No!" She groaned in a lusty voice that behed her answer.
He saw it now. The sexy, domineering woman had been looking for a man to dominate her. A man that would conquer her body and her mind. She wanted a man who would bend her will to his. She had been searching for it all her life and never gotten it either from her parents or from her husband. He realized now that each confrontation that had occurred between them had been a challenge to him. She had been trying to see if he were the man she had been trying to find.
He rammed his finger deeper into the liquid warmth of her cunt. She groaned, bucking up to receive his probing digit.
"You love it!" He laughed again. "You can't get enough of it!"
"Yes!" she spat, as though she were cursing. "Yes, dammit!"
"That's better!" he answered, sliding another finger into the heated slot of her cunt. "Because I plan to see that you get just what you deserve! Understand?"
"Yes," she answered, her voice submissive. In and out his fingers slid within the tight confines of her pussy. He knew he was stretching the delicate folds of her vagina walls, but she took the two-finger impalement, groaning with each rough stroke of his hand.
At the same time, he continued to spank the reddened pillows of her bottom. His hand was growing numb from the never-ending swatting, but he ignored it.
"God!" She grunted with delight! "Sweet God!"
He pushed yet another finger into the juicy socket of her quim. He knew there was more than pleasure there. The three fingers stuffed into her upturned pussy had to be painful, at the least uncomfortable. But this woman was grooving on it; she wanted it rough and hard. She loved it!
Fingers moving in and out of her slippery sheath of lust, he managed to work his thumb up to the pea-sized button of her clit. Roughly, he rubbed that important nubbin of feminine pleasure.
She cried out. This time her cries were of ecstasy, not protest. She writhed in his lap, not to free herself from him, but to fuck her cunt on his skewering fingers. She bucked and hunched, fucking herself with abandoned lust. She was like a wild woman, totally unable to control the consuming flames of her desire.
"Yes!" Her voice was throaty, filled with passion. "Yes! Yes! Yesssss!"
Every inch of her voluptuous nakedness quaked as tremor after tremor exploded through her. She came, cursing him as she did. Her curses faded, melting to bestial groans of orgasmic release.
Pulling his fingers from her juice-filled hole, he rolled her to the bed, positioning her on her back. She seemed completely oblivious to his actions. Her eyes were closed tightly and moans of pleasure writhed from her sensual lips. He grinned, noticing the ragged rip up the front of her gown; he remembered the tearing fabric he had heard later. Beneath that rent, he could see the vulnerable pinkness of her shaven pubis. Moisture, her own vaginal juices, covered that naked knoll of womanhood. The pouted lips of her outer labia were atremble. His grin widened.
Without comment, he quickly stripped, standing naked beside her bed. She liked it rough and that was exactly the way he planned to give it to her. Rough and hard!
Reaching down, he took hold of the ripped edges of her nightgown. He tugged. The silky material gave way, the tear running all the way up her body. She was completely naked now, the gown hanging to her body only at the shoulder straps. Her tits, big and rounded, like satin-covered domes, heaved heavily on her chest. Her pink nipples, stiff and excited, speared like swollen buttons into the air.
"What?" Her eyes fluttered open as though she were just reacting to the tearing of her gown. "What are you ... ugh!"
He slid atop her, his full weight crushing the breath from her lungs. His cock, long and hard, twitched against the naked lips of her shaven cunt. His hands gripped at the twin mounds of her tits, squeezing them roughly.
"Now, bitch, I'm going to fuck you," he said. "I'm going to fill that tight little snatch of yours with hard dick!"
Immediately, his hips slammed forward. Every inch of his rigid shaft shot into the hot hole of her cunt. He ground down, undulating his pelvis against her crotch!
"Ahaegahhhhh?" She grunted under the meaty impact of his fleshy spear. "Damn! Damn! It's so good! So damn big!"
His hips jerked back, pausing, poised at the entrance of the redheaded beauty's quivering cunt. "Beg for it! I want to hear you beg for it!"
He was on a power trip and he knew it. It was as if he had to return at least part of the humiliation this woman had given him.
Her arms rose, clamping around his waist, trying to pull him into her waiting pussy. Her ass wiggled and squirmed, inviting the swollen shaft of his prick back into the mouth of her belly.
"Beg!" He commanded. "Let me hear you beg for my cock!"
Her lips trembled, as though she couldn't get the words past them. Her body tensed. Quickly he fed about an inch of cock into her, then quickly wrenched back.
"Ohhhhhh!" She moaned, twisting under him, her hips arching upward. He rose higher, denying her the skewering impalement of his shaft.
"All you have to say is please let me have your cock," he whispered. "Please let me feel you fucking me.
"No!" She squirmed and writhed some more, but he kept her from the stalk of pleasure she desired. "No!"
Then she gave in as he knew she eventually would do. "Damn you! Yes!"
"Yes, what?"
"Please let me feel your cock! Please fuck me!" She groaned her words through gritted teeth. "Please, damn you! Please! I've got to have you!"
Hard and deep he rammed the inflexible length of his cock into the wet harbor of her belly. His glans, bulging and swollen, opened the tight channel of her pussy, splaying the pink folds of her vagina.
"Ahhhhhhh!" She moaned and panted under him.
Tight! That vise-like grip of her cunt squeezed down around him. The clinging walls of her pussy molded themselves around the pulsing column of his manhood. If there was heaven on earth, he found a portion of it here, deeply rooted in this goddess's body.
No! He ordered himself. No sexy thoughts!
The last thing he needed now was to give in to his natural urges and ball this woman, trying to satisfy her and himself. She had to be taught a lesson. She had to know that no matter how much he desired her body, he could live without it. She had to realize that she needed him and that she, only herself, was the reason he was leaving!
Trying to ignore the magnificent friction her tight quim created up and down the full throbbing length of his prick, he pulled from her. His hands tightened on the fleshy balls of her tits and he swung back into the hot hole of her cunt.
She groaned. Her pelvis hunched upward, grinding desperately against his. He knew the twisting gyrations of her body were giving the aroused button of her clit the full attention it needed. It would have been easy to slide a finger down to toy with that nubbin of delight. But that would have brought her too quickly. He wanted this to take long. He wanted her to feel and savor every stroke of his lust-engorged cock.
Down! His hips slashed, sending the full length of his rail of flesh into the liquid heat of her body. His pelvis slammed into hers with a loud, wet slap. He filled the quivering hole of her sex. He drilled into the wanton recesses of her lust-burning snatch.
"Good!" She whispered in a breathless voice. "You feel so damn good inside me! I need you! Oh, Tom, I need you so damn much!"
He knew. His ass hunched into the air, drawing the stiff shaft of his cock from her depths. He wanted her, wanted her more than any woman he had ever met. But he didn't need her. He could live without her. There were other women. And that's what he wanted her to know.
Inward, he rammed his cock. He speared deeply, driving to slam his glans against the ring of her cervix. She had to know that she had found the man she was searching for and lost him all in the same night.
Up his hips jerked, slithering from the tight, slickened sleeve of her vagina. She squeezed down, clinging to his sliding cock. Again the flaming friction of her cunt seared through his prick and caused his balls to lurch with desire. He felt those kidney-shaped rocks swelling with lust. The flood of lust churned in his ball sac. Her pussy was so damn tight!
Forget it! He had slipped for a moment, losing himself in the sensual luxury of her body. He couldn't allow that to happen. He had to control himself. Think about something! Anything!
Football, his mind raced, trying to replay the last Super Bowl in his brain. At the same time he continued his constant in and out poling of her greedy cunt.
"Beautiful!" She whimpered under him. "You beautiful stud! I feel packed! I can feel every throb of your beautiful cock!"
Football faded from his mind. Again he was only too aware of the hot tightness of her quim. He eased out of her gripping hole. The pink folds of her snatch held tight to his fat column of sex, flowering outward with him. Then he drove back into her body, pushing those spongy folds in on themselves.
Fire raced in his loins. Desire burned white-hot. He ached. His balls hurt, but still he held back the thick load of sperm and semen building within his body. He gritted his teeth and kneaded roughly into her tits, as though they were handles needed to cling to the voluptuous woman beneath him.
Up and down, his hips threw his prick into the willing slit of her pussy. She arched her hips, accepting the strong thrusts of his body. She matched him stroke for stroke, urging him on.
"Harder. Give it to me harder!" She whispered lewdly. "Fuck me, you magnificent stud."
He did! Hard and long, he ramrodded into the mouth of her belly. She bucked and writhed, groaning the full pleasure he gave to her. Her fingernails raked at his back. Her lips and teeth kissed and nibbled at his neck.
"Oh! It hurts!" She cried out. "It hurts so good!"
Abruptly, he felt her legs suddenly rise. She pulled them up so that her knees pointed to the ceiling and her feet were flat on the bed. He literally rode in the saddle now. Each grinding thrust of his loins seemed to allow him to sink even deeper into the hot recesses of her body. He knew he couldn't be more than a fraction of an inch from her cervix.
"Deeper!" She begged. "I need you deeper!"
He threw himself full strength into the juicy hole of her pussy. Every throbbing inch of his lust-hardened cock was buried within her. He could go no deeper. All he could do was increase the ravaging tempo of his hunching hips. Which was what he did.
In and out, he slammed the swollen stalk of his cock. Still, she begged for it harder. It was as though she was pleading with him to punish her with his rough plunges. Out and in, he shafted full length into the yielding interior of her body. She squirmed and twisted, gyrating her pelvis around the impaling skewer that filled her body to the brim.
It was during one of those undulating movements that he reached the depths she wanted. His glans banged into the ring of her cervix.
"Yes! That's it! Oh yes, that's what I want!" Her body stopped its twisting and she started hunching once more.
Again and again, he pistoned into the slickened tunnel of her cunt. Each stroke threw his cockcrown against the small ring of flesh separating her vagina from the chamber of her womb. He was plummeting into the innermost depths of her body.
The thought amazed him. He had made love with other women, women whose vaginal channels were short, too short for his fat length of cock. When he had merely brushed their cervix ring, they had cried out. The cries had been ones of pain, not pleasure. But this woman seemed to thrive on his punishing strokes. She seemed to live for that strange mixture of pain and pleasure.
If that was what she wanted, that was what she got. Harder and harder he drilled his deeply delving cock into her snatch. Glans and cervix collided. There was no groan of pain, only a deep-throated moan of delight.
Her hips jerked up and down. She bucked against him. She threw herself onto the impaling spike of his manhood. She squeezed and milked at the swollen shaft of sex. She begged and pleaded, whipping him on to satisfy her mounting need.
Again, he ordered himself to ignore the painful pressure of his own loins. He thought of anything but the beautiful woman under the pounding thrusts of his cock. He refused to allow his own lusts to spew forth from his groin. It was not part of his plan.
He could feel the growing trembles of her sweat-slicked body. She was soaring closer and closer to that plateau of ecstasy. All he had to do was hold out just a few more moments-just a few more!
Out and in, in and out, his cock filled and packed her wanton cunt. Up and down, her body bucked, accepting, welcoming the deep drilling plunges of his prick. Higher and higher he whipped the flames of her need. Harder and harder, he drove his bone-stiff prodder into the juicy, pink folds of her pussy.
Trembling quivers of arousal grew to tremors of pleasure within her. He felt them with fingertips and palms. Tremors increased, mounting in strength. Then she quaked, her whole body caught in the throes of her climax. She cried out, whimpering piteously.
Abruptly, he drove into her contracting cunt as deep as he could go and remained perfectly still. This was the hardest part. Every biological urge within him told him to give in, allow the flood of desire to come erupting up from his testicles. But he held back, refusing to blast sperm and semen into the quivering chalice of her pussy. He just lay there, soaking in the heat of her body, trying to ignore the quaking tremors of her body.
Slowly her body, sated and satisfied, descended from the clouds of ecstasy. Her eyes fluttered open and she smiled at him. Then an expression of puzzle merit spread over her face. Her hips wiggled a bit, feeling the still hard length of his cock within her body.
"You're still hard," she said as if she didn't believe her own body.
Without speaking, he pushed from the voluptuous bed of her naked flesh, slowly slithering his sleeved prick from her still trembling depths. He stood, looking down at her for a moment while she gazed at his still rigid cock.
"I'm saving this for a certain blonde woman waiting for me back at my apartment." He reached down and lifted a torn corner of her black gown. Defiantly, he wiped the glistening juices from his prick with the silky material. "You're just not worth it."
While she watched, unable to find the words she wanted, he dressed, zipping his still hard cock within his pants. He turned and walked to the door, unlocking and opening it.
"Tom, don't go," the naked goddess behind him pleaded in a whisper. "Don't leave me here."
He turned and looked back. "You dug it, didn't you?"
'Yes," she nodded. "You know I did."
"If you want more of the same," he replied, "you know where you can find me."
He turned and walked from the bedroom, leaving her alone, naked and wanting him.
ELEVEN
"My God!" Angie shook her head after listening to Brace's story. "Do you realize the risk you've taken? Joanna could claim assault and rape!"
Brace looked up at the still naked blonde sitting on his bed. A cold shiver shot up his spine. He hadn't thought of it before, but Angie was right. He had used force, even though that was exactly what Joanna wanted. Tell that to a jury, he thought.
"She could call the police. The woman's crazy enough to do some thing like that if she's still out to get you," Angie said. "But I'd lay money that she liked it, that you're the first man, real man, she's ever met, and that she just might come back for more."
Angie smiled, leaning over to kiss Brace lightly. This kiss was supposed to comfort him, but it did little to ease Brace's mind. Ever since Joanna Prime had first entered his life there had been nothing but confusion. He was normally a cool, rationally thinking man. But with Joanna, his thoughts and actions were anything but cool and rational.
A knock on the door brought him from his thoughts.
"It's Grand Central Station around here tonight," Angie said with a sigh when he rose. "Don't be gone too long. I'm getting tired of waiting."
Brace smiled back at the seductive blonde stretched atop his bed, then walked to the door of the apartment. Joanna waited outside. Her eyes rose to Brace, then dropped to the floor.
"So you came for more," Brace said, his still unrelieved loins stirring.
"Yes." Her voice was soft, no more than a whisper. Her head nodded slightly.
"On my terms?"
Joanna's head jerked upright, flaming red hair flying in an angry mass. Her green eyes flashed with a defiant fire. Brace could see her whole body tense. She stood there glaring at him for a moment. Then her willpower seemed to drain from her. Submissively, her head dropped on her shoulders. And she nodded.
Brace stepped aside, allowing her to enter the apartment. She did so, turning to face him while he closed and locked the door.
"Strip," Brace said simply.
She hesitated a moment, then slowly began to peel away the pantsuit she wore. Brace stood there watching, his cock throbbing to life and his aching balls churning when she unveiled the heavy globes of her massive tits and the pink, shaven knoll of her cunt.
"Better, much better," he said, letting his gaze rove over the supple sleekness of her bare body. If he had a lifetime, he would be unable to get enough of just looking at Joanna's beauty. No man would ever tire of that. "Joanna, you're beautiful. But you know that, or you wouldn't have used this magnificent body as a tool. But it takes more than beauty for a man. There are a hell of a lot of beautiful prostitutes, but you don't see them attracting men for more than a night or two. That's what you are, Joanna, a very beautiful whore. That's what we're going to try to change. You could be a very beautiful woman."
He paused to study the woman's face. Her expression was still one of submission, no hint of defiance.
"Now, tear up your clothes," he said.
"What?" She looked at him as though she couldn't believe what he said. "That outfit cost two hundred dollars!"
"Rip them," Brace said. "You won't need them here."
She didn't move, so he reached down, lifted her blouse from the floor, and handed it to her. 'Tear it up."
She tensed. Abruptly, her arms wrenched. The blouse ripped up the back. Brace smiled, watching her toss the ruined blouse away and bend to pick up the rest of her clothing. Pants, jacket, bra, and panties, each was torn, then discarded. Tonight was an expensive night for the woman, he thought, remembering the black nightgown he had destroyed earlier.
Joanna's head rose to him, then she glanced to the ruined clothes scattered on the living room floor. She realizes she's stuck here, Brace thought, which was exactly what he wanted her to realize.
"Now, come with me," he said, taking her hand and leading her to the bedroom.
Angie now sat on the bed, her eyes taking in Joanna's nakedness, then moving to Brace, who began to strip his own clothes. The blonde girl said nothing. Nor did Joanna, who stared at Angie.
Naked now, Brace ran his hand up and down the stiff shaft of his cock. Joanna's gaze moved to him. He smiled and said, "I told you I was saving this for someone else. I still haven't given it to her. I'm going to do that right now and you're going to stand here and watch."
Again the emerald green of the redhead's eyes flashed, burning with anger. But she nodded, offering no vocal protest.
Pleased, Brace moved to the bed, easing Angie to her back. The young girl shivered with excitement, winking at him. Angie had no qualms about making it in front of another person, something he had discovered during their convention trip. Now it seemed that the thought of getting balled while Joanna gazed on was exciting her as much as the anticipation of actually having him in her body.
He could see the droplets of moisture clinging to her pubic bush, announcing just how aroused she was. But he ignored them. Reaching down, he spread her thighs, then ran a finger up into the hot, waiting hole of her pussy. Simultaneously, his thumb sought and found the bud of her clit.
The blonde groaned. Her perky ass hissed atop the bed while she writhed beneath his polite manipulation of her quim. She didn't need it, not in the least. However, he took his time, gently stirring the flames of desire within her lithe body. He wanted to give her as much pleasure as possible, wanted the flaming-haired seductress behind him to see what the blonde was getting and ache for the same treatment.
The girl on the bed was a quivering mass of need before he slipped his finger from her lubricant-slickened love channel and eased himself atop her body. His glans pushed through the soft, silky muff of her pubic moss to enter the trembling groove of her pussy. He slithered ball deep into that warm, wet shelter of flesh, moaning as the spongy walls of her vagina caressed his swollen rod.
His need for release was incredible. He felt like some schoolboy mounting his first girl, ready to shoot his wad without so much as one stroke. But that wouldn't suit his plans. He forced his mind to think of other things as he had done earlier. The pressure at his scrotum let up a bit. He began to move.
In a steady, deep drilling rhythm he made love to the woman beneath him. He kissed her, his tongue taunting around within her mouth. His tongue and teeth busied the delicate lobe of her ear, then the arch of her neck and her shoulders.
He was gentle and tender. He was loving, giving pleasure with each stroke of his cock and every movement of his hands and mouth.
The blonde under him writhed and squirmed. Her own body fell quickly into the tempo of his driving pelvis. She hunched and bucked, fucking herself on his shaft as much as he fucked her.
He had prepared her with his fingers and now she rapidly rose toward climax. Her moaning grew to groaning. Her labored breathing began quick, short pants. Her gentle caress changed to clinging embraces.
Out and in he speared, trying to forget the burning sensations consuming his groin. In and out his pistoning prick drove into the welcoming pocket of her cunt.
Then she came.
Her sweat-slicked body quaked, racked by the explosive release of her passion and lust. Her legs wrapped around his, desperately pulling him deeper into the contracting tunnel of her sex. Crying out, she clung to him, holding tightly until the last minute tremor of ecstasy passed from her sated body.
"Beautiful," she whispered when her eyes fluttered open. "Beautiful."
Her eyes opened wide and her hips twitched a bit He knew she just felt his still rigid column of sex. She smiled and cooed a bit.
"You must be a superman or something," the blonde said. "I don't know how you could keep it back this long."
He found it hard to believe himself, but said, "One of the tricks of the trade."
"Bull," Angie replied with a shake of her head. "That redhead standing over there really must be getting to you, lover, whether you want to admit it or not."
Strangely disturbed by her comment, he tilted his head forward and kissed her long and passionately. When they parted, he slowly eased himself from her body to sit on the edge of the bed. Swollen, hard and glistening with the juices of the blonde's pussy, his cock jutted from his groin like a flagpole. He looked up to the naked woman still standing by the doorway to the bedroom.
The beautiful redhead's eyes were locked to the rigid shaft of his manhood. Her nostrils were flared in arousal. The heavy balls of her magnificent tits rose and fell in a labored rhythm. Her lips were parted a bit. He could see the moist pinkness of her tongue behind their sensual redness.
"Come here," he said, gazing at the woman.
Her eyes darted to his. He noticed a flicker of a smile, which quickly vanished from her face. The bitch! She wants it, but she's too damn stubborn and proud to show it! He had planned to give her the same treatment he had given the blonde beside him. Now her attitude called for something different.
T said come here," he repeated, his voice firm and demanding.
She came, slow and hesitant. Silently, she stood before him, her eyes on the floor.
"I want you to use your mouth," he said. "I want to feel your lips and tongue."
Again her head jerked up, defiance blazing in her eyes.
"Suck me off," he commanded.
"No!" Her body was rigid as though the thought of taking him in her mouth frightened her.
He shook his head. Could it be she had never given head before. Were those lusciously full lips cherries? Joanna Prime a virgin? The thought was apalling, yet he saw that it was possible. She was the type of woman that would withhold the pleasures of her own body, expecting a man to satisfy her own needs. It was selfish and childish, but he had met more than one woman who felt a man should consider it a privilege to be able to stick his cock into that slit between their thighs. There was never any thought of sharing carnal delights, only taking.
That could explain this woman's earlier coolness after that first night in his apartment and later after they had made love atop his desk during the Christmas party.
And if she's never sucked cock, his thoughts ran on, then what about that beautiful ass? No doubt, it was also a virgin. His cock jerked, almost spewing forth the fiery load he carried. This woman had so much to learn about herself, the pleasures she could give a man and the pleasures a man could give her.
It was time to begin her education.
"I want you to get down on your knees and give head," he said, his eyes glaring coldly at her.
"Jack yourself off!" She spat her words, standing up straight and stiff.
"Bitch!" he hissed.
Before the redhead realized what was happening, he reached out and grabbed her arm. He pulled, dragging her naked body across his knees.
"Since a bit of cocksucking doesn't seem to suit you," he said, "I'm going to give you something I know you like!"
His palm popped against the upturned contours of her enticing asscheeks. A sharp echo resounded in the room. The naked beauty squirmed atop his legs, but there was no fight or protest in her movements.
His open hand swatted again. It was a stout blow that left his palm stinging, but he knew it had the same effects on her tantalizing bottom. She writhed some more, her bare flesh wiggling atop his swollen cock. The intimate contact with his naked sex would only increase the desire his spanking hand incited, he realized, and grinned.
Again and again, his hand rose and fell. The woman draped over his lap moaned and panted, her arousal growing with each application of his palm to her ass. The whiteness of her womanly rump quickly blushed a pretty pink that rapidly glowed bright red.
When his left hand was numb from the continuous slaps, he simply employed his right. Over and over he spanked the desirable curves of her ass. Her groans grew louder and louder. Whatever strange mixture of pain and desire that stirred her passion was working within her. She was panting and moaning, her hind cheeks arching upward to receive each swatting fall of his palm.
He switched hands again, then again, then again The flaming haired temptress was wild with need But he offered no outlet for her lust. Instead, he ran i hand up and down the parted interior of her thighs taunting her, teasing her by tickling up toward her upturned mound of sex, but never slipping a finger into those pink, naked lips.
"Please," she begged. "Please, I'll do anything you want-anything!"
She wedged a hand between her belly and his thighs, gripping the adamantine hardness of his cock. He forced himself to repress a groan that rushed up from the depths of his throat. He wanted her, but it wasn't time-not yet.
"Give me this! Please give me this!" She pleaded her hand squeezing tightly around his engorged circumference. "I'll do anything ... even suck it."
"Even suck it?" His hand cracked smartly atop her ass. "Don't want your mouth that way. I want you to give it, to want it as much as I do!"
"But I've never...." She stopped short.
"Never sucked a cock?" he asked.
"Yes," she replied, her head nodding submissively.
He wasn't sure how to handle the situation. He wanted her to give head without having to order it. This power play, dominating a woman, wasn't him. He preferred sharing the pleasures of the flesh, both man and woman giving and taking. As long as he continued to command this beautiful woman, he was still playing her game, which wasn't what he wanted.
The naked redhead provided the answer to his problem.
Without a word from him, she wiggled from his lap to kneel before him. Her flashing green eyes rolled to him. "I ... I want to," she said. "I want to suck your cock."
He nodded and spread his legs, giving her free access to his rigid spike of sex. She knee-walked closer. A trembling hand slowly extended and lightly touched the twitching pole of flesh. She shivered.
"It's so hard and demanding," she said in a whispering voice. "But at the same time it feels so smooth and soft ... gentle and tender."
And sensitive ... he moaned to himself when her caressing fingertips climbed up the veined underside of his rod and brushed over the agitated head of his prick.
"Yes," she said as though talking to herself. "I want to feel this beautiful thing in my mouth. I want to taste it."
Her head tilted closer, love and desire flaming in her eyes. Then her lips were there, brushing worshippingly against the plum-like crown of his cock. He couldn't withhold it any longer, he groaned as the electricity of that intimate contact jolted through his loins.
Her gaze rolled back to him. For the first time he saw something new in those eyes. It was a devilish glint, a sparkle of impish delight. It was the look of a woman who had just given a man pleasure, given pleasure and realized the pleasure she received in giving.
Her mouth moved back from his bulbous glans a fraction of an inch. Her lips parted. There was a flash of moist pink. Her tongue unfurled from her mouth and tapped lightly against his knobby crown. He moaned again. His legs quivered with a fresh blast of lusty sensations.
Once more her tongue moved from behind her lips and touched the hyper-sensitive skin of his glans. Lovingly, she ran its wet tip around the arrow head shaped tip. The results were unbelievable. His body was aching for release. His balls were on fire. That moist, taunting movement was like a torture of pleasure. He wanted to reach down and drag her head onto his thick spike, but he controlled himself. This was her first time for those lips and tongue to touch a man's cock. She had to play and explore what she was capable of doing. To take her, to fuck her face, would be as wrong as forcing a virgin to take the rigid length of a man's prick. She had to want it. She had to work at her own speed.
Slavishly, her tongue licked languorously down the swollen column of his cock. She tickled that taunting tip around his hairy base before licking her way back to the lust-filled glans. Then her tongue returned to her mouth.
She was tasting him, he realized, recognizing the fact that she was also getting a good helping of Angie's womanly fluids. The woman kneeling at his feet didn't seem to mind the flavor. Her tongue darted back out and laved eagerly over his prickhead, lapping up the crystal clear welling of his pre-seminal fluids. Her lips smacked with relish when she swallowed down her second helping of his sexual juices.
Then she was back at his bone-hard shaft. There was no hesitation in her actions now. Her pink, wet tongue curled around his massive circumference, teasing and cajoling its throbbing length. She licked up and down his fleshy rail. She bathed him, lapping away the traces of his and Angie's coupling and leaving his cock glistening with her own saliva.
To his surprise her licking tongue didn't stop with his prick. She ducked her head a bit and began to pay attention to his aching testicles. Apparently aware of the tenderness of those two swollen rocks, she gently laved at him with a feather-like touch. His response was a long, lust-filled groan. Her tongue was fantastic. For a woman getting her first taste of a man, she was going about her task like a woman who had been giving head all her life.
Licking her way back up to his pulsating shaft, she suddenly bit down on his swollen sex lightly. He groaned, quivering with growing arousal, while she nibbled her way back up to the aching crown of his cock.
Her head leaned back a bit and she smiled up to him. There was no doubt now. She wore the expression of a woman who was thoroughly pleased with the desire she created in a man.
Her lips opened, forming a wide "O." Her head moved forward, homing in on the adamant spike of his manhood. She touched his glans, visibly quivering when he moaned and trembled.
He watched as his crown vanished into the humid haven of her face-this first man to enter that sweet oral shelter. Downward her lips pouted over the ponderous mass of his cock. Her nostrils flared as she sucked in her breath through her nose. Inch by inch, she slid down the thick length of him.
She was halfway down before she stopped. Her head bobbed and her throat twitched. She was fighting her gag reflexes. She wanted to take more of him than she knew how to.
"That's far enough," he said softly, gently, knowing in the near future she would be able to swallow down the hole fat length of a man's cock with no difficulty. But for the first time, she had taken all she could.
She nodded and began to ascend the throbbing shaft. Upward she eased. And when she reached the pinnacle of his cock, her lips formed a tight, elastic ring around him. She sucked.
His balls flared. He felt that thick knot of lust form at the base of his prick. He forced himself to contain it. Forced himself to hold back the rush of his seed. He wanted to blast into the caressing mouth that so busily worked at him, but he had other plans for the fiery load he still carried.
The redhead's mouth loosened its oral grip and slipped back down his throbbing pole of need. Her tongue was licking and taunting its way around his swollen circumference. She rose back up his cock, sucking. Her cheeks hollowed deeply when his ponderous prick slid from her mouth.
Then back down, and up. Down and up. Up and down. Her head bobbed, her tongue licked, and her lips sucked. Sensations swirled and whirled within the flaming depths of his loins. He ached and hurt. Hotter and hotter the fires of need binned within him. His cock jerked and twitched, throbbing out its demand for release.
Hold back just a bit longer! He told himself, but the biological urges of his body were too strong. The flood of his seed needed to be released. He couldn't hold himself back for more than a few seconds.
"Enough," he whispered with urgency. "On the bed."
He eased the woman's bead from his pleasure tormented cock. She stared at him, puzzled and confused. But when his arms took hers, she scrambled to the bed.
"On your back," he said, urgency growing.
With alacrity, she took that age-old position, spreading the creamy smoothness of her thighs for him. She opened her arms and accepted his full weight as he slid atop the voluptuous contours of her lithe body.
His cock easily slipped between the shaven lips of her cunt. She grunted, in pleasure, not pain. Her channel was a flood of feminine fluids. Her first experience at cocksucking had left her hot and ready for his needy shaft.
His hips whipped forward, driving deeply into the hot recesses of her body. The knot at the base of his cock began to move. Then thick and throbbing, it inched its way up the center channel of his sex. Higher and higher the pulsing thickness rose.
Then it was there. He came.
Burning viscosity blasted from the head of his rod. Searing sperm and semen scalded over the hypersensitive surface of his glans. He groaned out, moaning in the violent release of his lust, passion he had denied escape for far too long.
Hot and thick he gushed out the creamy fountains of his need. Blast atop blast jetted from the depth of his testicles. His cock twitched and jerked with each rush of his spewing seed. His body quivered and quaked spasmodically, hunching deeper and deeper into the caressing pocket of feminine sex that sleeved him.
The woman beneath held him tightly, kissing his face and shoulders. Lovingly, she whispered endearments while he filled her wanton body with the flood of come he had denied her earlier that night. Her pelvis gently gyrated. The walls of her cunt squeezed and relaxed, milking the solid shaft buried within the innermost depths of her belly.
He emptied himself, draining the lust and need that had mounted in his body until it was an aching pressure. Then he collapsed atop the soft smoothness of the redhead under him, lying still and savoring the satisfaction of just being within her.
TWELVE
He stayed there, feeling the liquid warmth of her body bathing him until his cock began to deflate and slithered from her cunt, limp and drained. Then he rolled from her to his back, chest still heaving.
His eyes were drawn by the blonde girl seated to the other side of the redhead. She smiled at him, then glanced to the woman beside her. Her gaze was directed to the come oozing slit of the woman's snatch. Her smile widened and she looked back at him.
It was obvious what Angie had in mind. She had given Rena the same service, why not Joanna? He nodded and said, "She's all yours."
Joanna's head twisted to him then to the blonde, then back to him. "What?"
"Relax," he said, leaning to her and kissing the sensual redness of her luscious lips. "Angie's been neglected while we've been occupied. She just wants to get in on all the excitement."
The woman's face twisted in confusion. Suddenly her eyes opened to wide saucers of surprise. "My God!" She moaned, her body trembling. "Oh, my God!"
He glanced down to find the blonde with her mouth pressed firmly against the woman's shaven vulva. At the same time, Joanna's face was a mixture of surprise, shock and pleasure. The one thing she wasn't was revolted by having another woman giving her head. She moaned again, a pleased smile dancing over her lips.
Angie's pink tongue was working now. With dexterity, her moist oral digit licked and laved over the hairless mound of the flaming-haired temptress's cunt. Each swipe of that hungry tongue washed away the oozing opalscent cream of his loins that still welled from the woman's snatch. He must have emptied a gallon or two into her.
Almost daintily, the young girl lapped up and down the quivering slash of Joanna's pussy. She was doing more than just drinking away the overflow of his release, she was taunting and teasing the woman. Apparently she realized just how aroused the redhead's spanking and cocksucking had made her. Not to mention having him simply shove his prick into her pussy and come without a thought to Joanna's own pleasure.
Running down the tremulous groove of pink sexual lips, the girl's tongue dipped into the waiting hole of feminine need. Politely, she drilled her oral digit into that hot pocket, licking and twirling.
Appreciatively, the woman moaned, her hands reached down and tenderly stroked the girl's head. At the same time, her hips began to rise and fall, matching the penis-imitating action of the blonde's tongue.
He knew the fiery haired seductress was close to climax, but he didn't know just how close until Angie tickled a finger around the woman's clit.
She came, quivering and trembling and quaking and crying out the full pleasure of her released lust.
Angie's head, lips slicked with Joanna's juices, rose from between the redhead's thighs. She looked at Brace and smiled, obviously pleased with her.
He was too. And he said so. "You're one hell of a thoughtful woman."
"Just over-sexed," she said with a shrug as she eased into his arms and kissed him. She tasted of Joanna, but he didn't mind.
"Almost a nympho," he said, grinning widely.
"That's me," she replied. "Can't get enough."
Her hand reached down to his crotch. A pout of disappointment moved on her face when she found his penis still limp. "What's a poor nympho like me supposed to do?"
"There's more than one way to handle the situation," he answered. "One way would be for you to go down there and use your mouth to get it back up. However, as I was watching you, I was struck by the thought that you just might like to have your lovely pussy licked a bit!"
She didn't have to use words to answer. The trembling excitement of her body was his reply. Without waiting, he slid down along her side and kissed the interior of her thighs. The trembling doubled as his lips worked over their satiny flesh.
A man's mouth is one of the greatest pleasures a lover can offer his woman. This was something Brace was totally aware of, just as he recognized his own arousal at seeing and feeling feminine lips wrapped lovingly around his dork.
Using hands and mouth together, he did his best to provide this sexy young blonde with every bit of pleasure his mouth could give her.
He pressed his palms atop her womanly knoll of sex, resting to each side of that pink-lipped mouth of lust. Slowly he parted the outer lips of her labia so that the inner, scalloped lips were visible.
He leaned forward, his mouth tenderly kissing those inner lips. A groaning sigh of delight rushed from the blonde lips. Her hips squirmed a bit, but she made no attempt to force him to spear his tongue into the waiting tunnel of her quim. Instead, she simply relaxed and enjoyed his oral caresses.
Lightly, he ran his tongue tip up the separate crease of her pussy. Reaching the top of those plump lips, he found the pleasure button of her body. He tapped at her clit, smiling to himself as her moans of desire increased once again.
Tenderly, his tongue laved around that small bud.
He licked and bathed it He taunted and teased it He manipulated its rubbery form with his tongue, rolling and whipping at it.
The blonde went wild. Her hips could no longer remain inactive. They lurched upward, hunching and bucking at the air. It was then he slid a finger into the hot slash of her cunt
"Ahhargahhhh!" She grunted when the probing digit invaded her body.
Immediately, she began to fuck herself on his finger. Simultaneously his tongue occupied the lust-laden nubbin of her clit. Her excitement was getting to him. He could feel his prick throbbing to life once again.
There's no greater sexual stimulant than an aroused woman, he thought. Especially if the stimulated man happened to be the one who aroused the woman. His sleeping penis was rapidly becoming a rock-hard cock, pulsing and twitching with virile strength.
Apparently, he wasn't the only one to notice the renewed life of his rod. Abruptly a pair of very warm and very loving lips were sucking at the spike of his lust.
For a moment he was taken off guard. It couldn't be Angie. She couldn't get at him from this angle. It had to be Joanna-Joanna getting her second real taste of cock that night and eagerly eating away to her heart's content.
The woman's sudden oral attack on his prick only served to increase his own pussy lapping. His tongue upped its tempo. He used his oral digit like a small, wet whip, lashing back and forth across the aching bud of her clit.
At the same time, his finger roughly drove in and out of the young girl's socket of desire. He finger fucked her. He drilled in and out of her spongy folds, slipping a second finger into her trembling twat.
She came. The dual stimulation of her vagina and clitoris were too much for her. Her nerve endings were overloaded and she came, groaning in carnal delight as the waves of climax washed through her supine body.
Aware that pleasure can often turn to pain with a sudden abruptness, he stopped the licking of his tongue. But he continued to ease his finger in and out of the girl's pussy until the last quivering contraction of her release passed.
Then he turned his attention to the mouth wrapped around his cock.
Scooting his head from between Angie's creamy thighs, he gazed down at the woman stretched atop the bed, busily eating away at his sex. Joanna showed no hesitation in her actions now.
Her lips were strained in a white circle around his swollen shaft. Her head bobbed up and down with increasing vigor. Her tongue was licking and laving its way around the throbbing thickness filling her mouth.
He watched, seeing her cheeks fill as she accepted the meaty burden of his cock. She still was unable to take more than half his length, but he had no complaints. The sensations her greedy mouth was creating in his loins were fantastic!
Only for a moment was his attention distracted from the lovely vision of red lips and red hair. That was when he felt Angie move beside him. He glanced up to see the blonde go trotting off toward the bathroom. Then Joanna's demanding mouth drew his eyes back to his crotch. He never gave Angie's movements a second thought.
Up and down the redhead's mouth rode the stiff rail of his sex. She sucked deeply now, cheeks sinking inward. She ate at him, having overcome her initial fear of cock sucking and now going at it like an old veteran.
His hips felt that old need to move, but he contained himself. Joanna just wasn't experienced enough to take a sudden thrust of his hips. It would be too easy to gag her on a mouthful of cock. She still needed to learn to breathe through her nose and overcome that gagging reflex so that she could take a man into the depths of her throat. But that would be in the future.
This was now.
He was totally satisfied just to he there and let her hungry lips and mouth dine on his feast of manmeat A task she went about with fervent zeal.
The pressure was growing in his loins. His balls were beginning to throb with need. It seemed impossible that he already carried a new load of sperm and semen after he had drained himself into Joanna's pussy. But there was no denying the achy desire in his groin.
Up and down, her head rose and fell on him with earnest delight. Her tongue was a study in perpetual motion, licking and laving the tube of his sex. She sucked and sucked as though intent on removing his glans from the fleshy stalk of his cock.
"Close," he said, preparing her for what was about to happen. "I'm close to coming."
She nodded her head a bit without missing a rhythmic stroke of her head. He had warned her. He now made no attempt to hold back the rising flood of desire. Instead, he simply enjoyed the fantastic sensations she was igniting within him.
Again, he felt the knot of lust form at the base of his cock. It began to push its way up. Higher and higher it rose, moving over the pouted lips stretched around his swollen circumference. Closer and closer, it edged toward the engorged tip of his cock.
Then, her mouth firmly locked to his prick, he came!
In thick, hot fountains of sperm and semen, he gave the redhead her first real taste of a man. Jet on jets of cream spurted from the tip of his cock. He splattered his lust into her mouth. Her lively tongue was coated in his release. He knew he blasted enough of his seed to drench her tonsils.
To his surprise she made no attempt to escape the flood unleashed from his groin. He watched with amazement as she swallowed, then swallowed again, drinking down the hot viscosity of his release. Her throat twitched and bobbed as she accepted his come, swallowing it down to her stomach.
Even when the last oozing drop had passed from the slitted mouth of his cock, she continued sucking at him as though she had no intention of ever releasing him.
But there is too much of a good thing. His overly sensitive glans couldn't take her mouth any longer. Pleasure was quickly becoming pain.
"No more," he said, reaching down and easing her head from his shaft. "I can't take any more."
Joanna's head tilted up to him. She smiled, the pleasure of her action more than apparent on her face.
"It was good," he said, confirming what she already knew. "Damn good!"
"I learn fast!" She scooted up beside him and nestled into his arms. "I've got one hell of a teacher!"
He pulled her to him and kissed that marvelous mouth that had given him so much pleasure. Their tongues entwined and duelled within the intimacy of their mouths. Their hands fondled and caressed with more love than passion.
He could feel the change that had occurred within this woman tonight She had learned how to give as well as take. She was learning that she was a woman. But more important she was discovering she was a human being.
Too bad it won't last, Brace thought to himself. He liked the idea of the Joanna he now held, but he wouldn't kid himself. This woman was a stick of dy namite with a short fuse. He had learned that on more than one occasion since their first seductive night together. He wasn't prepared that this one night was going to change her for the rest of her life. Things like that only happened in the movies. One night just wasn't enough time to overcome a lifetime of habits.
"A penny for your thoughts," Joanna whispered beside him. Her lips brushed against his ear and her hands weaved through the mat of hair on his chest.
"Just thinking how good I feel," he replied. "That it would be nice just to he here like this forever."
"Mmmmmm," she sighed, snuggling even closer to his nakedness.
He had said that to hide his real thoughts. However, he now realized there was more than a trace of truth in his words. Joanna, the woman now pressed warmly along his side, not the flaming haired bitch of the past months, would be the type of woman a man only dreams of.
It's still a dream, he reminded himself. This is stiU Joanna and there's only one Joanna. Don't forget that! She's suckered you in too many times to fall into that trap again!
But it was a nice dream, one he hated to give up. But he did. Tonight's Joanna would have to be enough. He would enjoy her here and now. Dreams just don't come true!
"Hey, you two!" Angie's voice piped, invading his thoughts. "Don't go to sleep on me! The night's still young!"
"What's that for?" He heard Joanna ask before he could open his eyes.
When he did manage to sit up and look at the blonde, he grinned with amusement. Strapped to her waist was that plastic dildo, a souvenir of their convention trip. Angie's blue eyes were flashing with an impish gleam.
"What's that for?" Joanna repeated, her eyes wide with interest.
"For you, of course," the blonde said. "That is if you're willing"
Joanna's gaze dropped to the stiff spike, she shivered. "It looks big!"
"It is," Angie replied with a wide grin. "But then so is he."
Brace chuckled, realizing the dildo might be a bit too much for Joanna tonight. She had come a long way, but....
"All right," Joanna said with a nod of her head. Brace did a double take, noticing the gleeful sparkle in the redhead's eyes. "What do you want me to do?"
"Nothing. Just he back and this pussy pleaser will do the rest," Angie answered. Then with a glance to Brace added, "You could move back a bit and give us a little room."
"Yes, ma'am," he said, scooting over while Joanna reclined on her back.
"Are you just going to sit there and watch?" Joanna said, looking at him.
Brace glanced at his crotch and the sleeping snake of his cock. "For the moment Perhaps something will come up later."
She didn't have time to comment further. The blonde crawled onto the bed, kneeling between Joanna's spread thighs. The supine redhead reached up and grasped the imitation cock while Angie slowly lowered herself atop the woman.
Brace watched the plastic length part the shaven pink lips of the woman's cunt then vanish into the tight confines of her quim. She groaned as she took the artificial prick, moaning louder as Angie's weight pressed down atop her.
Brace couldn't take his eyes from the pair. The enticing twosome was unbelievable, pressed so closely together. Joanna's big tits, like domes of satin, shimmered atop her chest. Angie's firm cones of tit dangled down from above. When either moved their stiff, aroused nipples swayed, brushing together.
Joanna's arms reached up and embraced the girl above her. Her fingers lovingly caressed the milky half-moons of the blonde's very feminine ass. "I can take it," the redhead said. "Move."
Angie responded. Her hips eased up. The fleshcolored rod of plastic slithered from the wet haven of Joanna's cunt. Upward the girl moved until the perfectly molded imitation of a cockshead was poised between the woman's outer labia.
Then the blonde's pelvis dropped. In one swooping motion, she plunged the dildo into the depths of the woman's pussy. She skewered her feminine partner, pinning her under her on a shaft of man-made prick.
"Big!" The redhead squirmed around beneath the impalement. "It's so big!"
Reacting, Angie jerked back.
"No!" Joanna corrected her. "It feels good. It's so big and hard!"
Once again the blonde's hips descended. She fed every inch of the dildo into the woman's body. Up and down she began a slow rhythmic stroking, poling in and out of Joanna's hungry cunt.
The redhead quickly matched the tempo of the shafting device. Her own hips responded, rising and falling in gentle undulations. Her hands tightened on Angie's perky bottom, pulling at her, as though trying to stuff that rigid spike of plastic even deeper into her pussy.
"Good, it feels so good," Joanna moaned from under the blonde. "I never knew ... never thought...."
"Another woman could give you pleasure?" Angie asked.
"Yes," Joanna panted.
"Well, just wait until you've had this thing plugged into your ass," the blonde answered, her hips never missing a stroke. "It's heaven!"
Anything plugged into Angie's ass was a bit of heaven for her, Brace smiled to himself. The blonde thoroughly loved it in the rear!
Ass!
The thought hit him like a bombshell! But it wasn't Angie's ass he was thinking of. It was Joanna's! He had no doubt the redhead had never taken a man up her backside. And since this was the night Joanna learned herself, he might as well give her one additional sampling of carnal delights.
The mere idea of sliding into that circular channel of her anus brought his deflated prick to life. He'd need Angie's help, but he thought he could manage that easy enough. He also needed something to slicken the growing shaft of his cock.
Sliding from the bed, he quickly walked to the bathroom and opened the medicine cabinet. There, tucked to the back of one shelf was a jar of petroleum jelly. He smiled, pulling the jar from the shelf and striding back into his bedroom.
The two women were still at it on the bed. Angie glanced up as he entered. He held up the jar. A grin moved on her lips.
"For me, or her?" The blonde asked.
"Her," he answered. "That is if you'll roll to your side."
"As soon as you're ready," she nodded, then turned her attentions back to the lust-soaring woman under her shapely body.
Unscrewing the lid to the jar, Brace quickly coated his rigid lance of sex in an even film of the jelly. He was ready. Now he had to prepare Joanna.
True to her words, Angie moved to her side, bringing Joanna with her when she saw him approach with his lubricant smeared cock. Brace slipped atop the bed behind the red-haired woman. He reached out and gently parted the firm cheeks of Joanna's haunches.
"Huh?" Joanna tried to twist around, but the impaling dildo made it impossible. "What's happening? What are you doing to me?"
"Relax," he said softly. He tickled a felly coated finger around the puckered ring of her anus. She moaned deep and aroused. "I'm going to fuck this delightful ass of yours."
"What?"
"I said I'm going to fuck this lovely ass." To emphasize his intent, his finger, slick with the petroleum felly, slid into the tiny mouth of her rectum. "Just as easy as that!"
She groaned, quivering with excitement. "Yes, please yes! I want it I want to feel you in me back there."
He needed no further encouragement. Dipping another finger into the jar, he brought it to her asshole and wiggled it into the tight confines of her anus. He whispered for her to relax as much as possible and she did. Twisting his finger around within her, he greased the way for the entry of his prick.
"Now, for me," he said into her ear. "Relax and it will be easy."
She nodded, shivering with arousal when he edged closely behind her.
Spreading her creamy asscheeks wide, he sighted the dark ring of her anus. Carefully, he inched forward until the swollen crown of his cock nuzzled the slickened mouth of her rear. Increasing his pressure, he pushed against the puckered circle of muscle. He felt her body go tense for an instant, then relax.
That brief instant of relaxation was all he needed. His cock slipped forward. The tiny mouth of her ass opened and swallowed at least half the lust-filled length of his prick.
"Sweet God!" She moaned, her rectum clamping down around his stalk of sex. "You wouldn't believe what it feels like! I'm filled. I'm packed at both ends. You just wouldn't believe it."
He did. The tightness of her ass was very believable. She was smooth and round, as though made for his throbbing cock. And hot! Her rear channel was like a volcano, searing heat that sent his balls doing flip-flops in their wrinkled sac. He moaned softly, sap voting the feel of her.
Abruptly, she relaxed again and the remaining inches of his inflexible rod shot up the tunnel of her back. Now she was packed, doubly impaled on his cock and the dildo Angie still fed into her pussy.
Sandwiched there the way she was, the red-haired beauty could do nothing except writhe. If she moved in either direction, she only skewered herself more solidly on one of the two columns of pleasure plugged securely into the depths of her body.
Brace moved a bit, feeling Angie's poling through the thin wall separating ass from cunt. It was just a sample of how Joanna was feeling, he realized. She was taking both him and that artificial cock!
Slowly, he eased in and out of her vise-like ass. She relaxed, allowing him the greatest possible movement, occasionally clamping down to set off searing friction through every inch of his pulsing rod.
"Too much!" the fiery-tressed beauty groaned. "My God, it's too much!"
Brace thought she was talking about his presence in her ass. He was wrong. Her desperate moans came from her nearness to climax. The sensations of her dual fucking were too much for her. She was overloaded with sensations. Her body responded in the only way possible, she came.
Afterwards, when the last of her quivering excitement had passed, Brace slowly poled himself in and out of her rectum, bringing her once again, just in time to match his own release.
When at last his spent cock slithered from her come-drenched asshole, the two girls managed to arrange themselves to each side of him. Both rested their heads on his shoulders.
He remembered thinking that he felt completely sated and gratified, and that if he didn't move soon he would drift asleep. That was just before he did fall asleep.
How long he slept he wasn't sure. But when his eyes finally managed to force the sleep away, his alarm clock was straight up at 6 a.m. He carefully lifted himself from between the two enticing naked women to each side of him so as not to disturb their sleep, then walked to the bathroom.
His plane was scheduled to leave in an hour, then he would be on his way to setting up his own agency, he pondered while quietly washing and shaving. In a week he would be back to find out Angie's answer. He was already sure it would be "yes," but he wanted the sexy blonde to make up her own mind.
What about Joanna? He looked at himself in the mirror and shook his head. It was a stupid thought Joanna was Joanna. To even play with the idea that something might be able to work itself out between them was foolish.
And then there was last night! He shook his head again. Last night was good, but it wouldn't be anything close to what being with Joanna on a day-today basis would be like. Joanna was far from being changed. To stay would be letting himself in for a long series of explosive duels with the woman. She was too used to dominating the men she came in contact with. It wouldn't stop after just one night He didn't have the time or inclination for a relationship like that-even for a short time.
Brace reached down and splashed water on his face, rinsing the remnants of shaving cream from his face.
If there were to be anything between Joanna and myself....
Forget it!! He interrupted his own thoughts. Even to consider something between Joanna and himself was stupid. He knew where he was going and how to get there. And that required one thing to walk out of his apartment and catch that plane. That was what he intended to do.
With determination, Brace walked back into the bedroom and quietly began to pack a suitcase.
THIRTEEN
Joanna rolled over and stretched out on the bed. She smiled to herself. She felt good, better than she had in ages. And there was one reason for it: Brace.
Brace!
Her arms groped out, seeking the man. Her hands touched only the emptiness beside her! Her eyes flared open. Angie still was lying where she had last seen her before falling to sleep, but Brace was gone!
Slipping from the bed, she forced herself to remain calm. Brace had to be in some other part of the apartment. He had to be!
Quietly, she moved to the bathroom to find no one. With her heart increasing its pounding, she strided into the living room, then the kitchen. Brace was gone!
No, she refused to accept it. He couldn't be gone, not now, not after what happened last night. He just couldn't be. Perhaps Angie knew something; perhaps he had just slipped out for a moment It had to be something like that.
Returning to the bedroom, she walked beside the still sleeping girl and gently shook her, rousing her from her sleep.
"Mmmmmmm," Angie moaned, only to be shaken harder. The blonde's eyes finally opened to look up at Joanna. 'Is it time for work already?"
"Brace is gone," Joanna said, ignoring the girl's comment. "Do you know where he is?"
"What?" Angie managed to say as she wiped the sleep from her eyes.
"Brace is gone."
"Oh," Angie said, noticing the worried look on Joanna's face. She rose from the bed and walked to his closet. "A suitcase is gone. So are some of his clothes."
"Gone?" Joanna asked. "Where is he? Angie, where did he go?"
"To the airport," she replied. "He had a seven a.m. flight."
"Flight?" Joanna looked at her, eyes wide and fearful. "He didn't leave town, did he? He couldn't do that. He wouldn't!"
"Could, would and did," Angie said.
"Where? Where did he go?"
"Does it matter?" Angie said, staring at the redhead. "I don't mean to sound catty, but you are the one who ran him off. If it weren't for you, he'd still be here."
Tears welled in Joanna's eyes, but she held back, forcing herself not to cry. "I know. But that was before last night. Believe me, Angie, something changed last night"
"And that change was Brace?" Angie asked, watching the woman nod her head. "You know, that sounds like something out of a bad movie."
"I know," Joanna said, no longer able to stem the tide of her tears. "But it's true; please believe that Brace is ... he's something special, something that's been missing from my life, until last night"
Angie said nothing.
"Please, Angie. I can't just let it end like this-to find him and then let him walk out of my life," Joanna pleaded. "I won't let it end like that"
"Brace might have a thing or two to say about that," Angie answered. "You can't manipulate him like you've done with others. He just won't bend like that."
"Angie, please. I've got to know where he's gone!"
"All right," the blonde nodded. "I might be a fool, but I think you just might be sincere. Besides, you could have gotten to him more than I thought."
Joanna listened while the young blonde explained everything, including Brace's destination and his plans for starting a small advertising agency.
"No," Joanna sobbed. "He can't do that; he can't just walk away like that."
"He might not want to," Angie said. "You might be able to convince him to come back, but it will have to be on his terms."
"Do you really think so?"
"If you really want him back," Angie said.
"I do! I really do!" Joanna answered.
"Then I don't see what we're waiting around here for," the blonde said, pulling one of Brace's overcoats from the closet and tossing it to Joanna. "Cover up with that and I'll drive you home to get some more clothes, then take you to the airport. There's a flight out in a couple more hours."
"I'll charter a private plane," Joanna grinned, buttoning the coat around her nakedness. "That'll be faster. And well need to stop by your place for you to pack a bag."
"Bag? What for?"
"You're still on the agency as a secretary and I'm still your employer," Joanna said without malice. "If Brace decides to stay, he might need his personal secretary. If not, then you'll be needed anyway to help him start the agency."
"What if he won't come back?" Angie asked.
"Then I'll stay there with him," Joanna said while the blonde slipped into her own clothes and they started for the door. "I won't lose him, Angie. I'll do anything he says-anything!"
