Curt looked up from the last of the paperwork he had to do before he changed his position. Just this bit and he would be done with the trivia and into something that really mattered in the business.
Harriett was standing over him with an affectionate smile on her face and a twinkle in her eye. Her hands were on her hips in a way that pushed her ample breasts forward, and the bumps of her nipples behind the material excited him. He was reminded of the day before, the "lesson" she had given him. Harriett really was beautiful. Not so beautiful as Kim, to be sure, but quite lovely nonetheless. He suddenly discovered that he was really going to enjoy working here, being near this lovely woman, from whom he could get physical gratification when he was away from his innocent, banal bride.
Harriett had also discovered something within herself. Of course she had enjoyed herself with Curt the day before. He wasn't the best lover she had ever had, and his cock wasn't nearly as large as Ike's which she had enjoyed on many an occasion or most of the other men's Ike had had her entertain in exactly the same way, but she did know that she felt something with the young man she had not felt for a long time. She had tried to categorize those feelings as she had lain awake that night thinking about the hot passion and vigor of his youthful lovemaking, and she found that she could only describe her feelings in one way: Love. She was in love with Curt Stevens as she had never been before in her twenty-one years of life. And with the realization came the awareness that she wanted him for herself, not just for an occasional afternoon fling, but always. To live with him, wake up with him, sit with him at night in front of the fireplace.
Which meant she would have to get him away from his young, stupid bride. She would have to see that Curt found out what a slut the girl he had married was. Harriett wanted him to know, to see with his own eyes. She had been thinking about how she could do it, and it meant braving the wrath of Ike Harvey, for it would ruin the whole scam he was carrying on with Curt's wife, but Harriett had devised a story to cover herself, and she reckoned the only one to suffer would be Kim. But before she carried out her plan, she was going to make sure she got her fill of Curt's loving.
"Ike's gone for the day and there's no one in his office," Harriett said. "Why don't you come over for a drink?"
Curt smiled, aroused in spite of himself. "Do you think that's wise. I mean, what if he comes back?"
"I can guarantee he won't. He's hosting a party until midnight and definitely won't come back from all the booze and the broads and everything else just to look at his office. He's not expecting any important calls and there's nothing pending. No reason at all for him to come back. I know. I've been working here for a long time."
Curt hesitated. "My wife is expecting me."
"Tell her you had to work late. That goes with the new
job."
Curt followed Harriett to her office and gazed with wonder at the room beyond the door opposite her desk. It was a full-sized lovenest, with satin sheets, a pitcher of martinis, chilled glasses, and mirrors on either wall flanking the bed. Harriett closed the door and poured drinks. Curt took a big swallow and sighed. It had been a long day.
While Curt watched, Harriett undid the buttons of his shirt and loosened his tie, then ran her hands over the flesh she had bared. He was so young and slender and smooth. Not like the old men she had had to let into her body since she had been given this job. Her mouth roamed over his chest, licking and sucking his nipples, her hands expertly unfastening his belt. She felt a great urgency in herself, now that she had decided she was going to have Curt for herself and that she knew what she was going to do. Of course, Curt would be crushed when he found out that Kim was an unfaithful slut, so she wanted him to remember this fucking when he was despairing.
Curt let her do it all, relaxing and enjoying the way the girl used her experience to make him feel so good. She wasn't awkward and naive like Kim. Kim had a hard time with new ideas with regards to sex. She usually tried, but she often had no idea about a man's anatomy or what made him feel good. Harriett could suck cock, and she had moved like a tigress when he had fucked her the day before. She was the perfect minx in bed.
Harriett moved back and began to remove her clothes, moving to the music on the stereo, unbuttoning her blouse and shedding it with a sensual toss of her shoulders. There was no bra and her breasts jiggled, big and soft before his eyes, pink nipples erecting without any attention other than his gaze. She moved her hips in the trained circles of a dancer, slowly sliding the skirt downward and giving her tits an occasional bounce with an upward jerk of her chest. And then she stood in just her panties.
Curt itched to take her in his arms, but he waited while she finished her strip tease. Harriett continued circling her hips, her feet moving in small steps while she turned her back to him. She pushed the waistband of the panties over her tanned, round asscheeks, down her thighs and over her knees until they dropped around her ankles. She wiggled her ass from side to side like a belly dancer, the cleft of her bottom an inviting mystery. The girl kept on shaking it as she crawled onto the bed, her hips lifted up as she supported herself on her knees and elbows. She turned her lovely face, looking back over her shoulder at him.
"Fuck me, Curt," she begged in a husky, low voice. "Please, fuck me now, my darling."
Curt hurried to her, knee-walking on the bed to press his loins against her uplifted buttocks. Her cunt was hot and wet with desire and his cock slid right in to the hilt.
"Oh, baby," he groaned. "You're fantastic."
Harriett mewled with delight, already feeling her first
orgasm coming on. She pounded her ass back against him, feeling his virile young cock inside her to its full extent. It felt so good! It felt so good!
"Oh, God," Harriett cried. "I love you, Curt. Oh, how I love you!"
Curt fucked harder, his cock squelching in her fluids, his balls covered with her slippery oils. He felt so good, so powerful, fucking the boss' secretary, her soft, loving vagina moving over the length of his cock. He increased the speed of his thrusts and suddenly felt Harriett going crazy under his fierce sexual pounding. She jerked and howled and hissed obscenities that excited rather than repulsed him, and her body spasmed under his hands. Curt continued to fuck the panting secretary, but she pulled away and paused to catch her breath while his raging penis throbbed with desire.
The girl turned and kissed him a long deep one while she stroked his cock. Then she pushed him down on the bed so that he was looking up at the mirrored ceiling. Harriett turned her back to him and planted her feet flat on either side of his hips, lowering her pussy over him and directing his cock into it with her hand. Curt was treated to a view of her back and bouncing asscheeks as she slid her cunt up and down the length of his cock. Her tits bounced up and down on her chest as she brought him to the heights of pleasure. She was showing him just how good she could make him feel. But she wasn't going to let him come just yet. There were lots of things she was going to show him, and she wanted Ike's party to be well under way when she took Curt there.
Kim felt one of the Africans pushing a pair of fingers into her and she automatically lifted her hips to it. They were strong, thick fingers, and they slid wetly in, lubricated by Bernard's deposit of sperm. Two full-lipped mouths covered her nipples, sucking alternately like a milking machine on a cow's udder. Kim's knees jacked up and her thighs snapped open of their own volition. Her eyes rolled up and saw the people standing around. Those men who hadn't taken a woman to the floor were watching her in the throes of uncontrollable sexual arousal.
The African with his two fingers in her small vaginal passage, added one more to those that we there, stretching her as Bernard's cock had. He propped one of her legs over his shoulder and lowered his mouth to lap at her quivering clitoris while his manual ministrations stirred up her fluids to run thickly from her pussy to puddle on the thick carpet beneath her.
Yes, people were watching her and could see everything, but she didn't care. She welcomed the man when he took his mouth from her genitals and slotted himself between her uplifted thighs, parting her plump labia with a finger and thumb and guiding his massive black cock to her steaming cunt. The African groaned and Kim moaned and the watching people gasped as he sank that virile shaft into her tender, eager vagina and immediately began to fuck her like a wild dog. In and out, making audible slurping noises, his balls swinging against her sensitive, naked anus beneath. The other African removed his mouth from her's and knelt by her head, using one hand to turn her face toward him while he directed his penis into her mouth. She didn't resist. Her will was too far gone to resist anything erotic or sensual and her mouth watered as she opened her full, soft lips to let the musty, feral-smelling cock slide against her pink tongue. It was much to long for her to take it all without choking she hadn't trained her throat for swallowing cocks so she wrapped her small, white hand around the hard black instrument, covering the bottom half while he thrust in and out of her buttery mouth. His fingers entwined themselves in her hair, moving her head back and forth.
Lying beneath her man on the couch, Sue looked down at her friend on the floor. Sue had had no idea the Kim could turn on the way she had. Granted she had drunk and sniffed cocaine, but this was incredible. She knew that a few days before Kim never would have thought of even touching a black man or any other man besides Curt, for that matter. But here she was, forced into an impossible situation by her own naivete and, frankly, making the most of it. Through half-closed eyes Sue watched her best friend being well and truly fucked, right there on the floor, her baby mouth ovaled around a long, black penis, little ridges of the inner surfaces of her lips clinging to it as it slid back and forth. And there, between the girl's creamy thighs, jackknifed back almost to her jiggling tits, the glistening ebony buttocks of the other African rose and fell, his cock slurping noisily in and out of Kim's cunt.
Sue heard the man whose cock Kim was sucking say something to the man who was fucking her, speaking in what must have been their native African language. There was a grunt of reply and the cock was pulled free of Kim's lips, letting her pant for the breath she needed. But the man on top of her pushed his cock in deep and held it there, gripping her ass and rolling over so that Kim was on top, straddling him. Sue could see that this was a new position for the young bride, who had never learned anything but the missionary position from her husband, but she began to test the movements that would bring her the pleasure she craved, and was soon rising and falling over the African. Sue could see, like everyone else in the room, her red-rimmed vagina sliding up and down the hard, black organ, her round buttocks spread to reveal her innocent, untouched asshole which opened slightly at the apex of her motions, and then clenched in its normal tightness as she plunged her cunt down over the cock. Sue was doubly aroused in her own lovemaking at this intimate view of her best friend whom she had never even seen undressed, the formerly innocent, childlike young girl who had never before uttered a four-letter word in Sue's presence, now moaning, grunting and squealing with passion as she plunged the tender foramen of her vagina up and down on the long, black penis, the delicate pink lining of her tender pussy clinging to the shaft as she drew her hips up and then disappearing inside as she plunged her buttocks down with a throaty gasp.
Now Sue watched with curiosity as the other African moved up behind the raptly fucking blond and knelt between the legs of the man on the floor, cupping his hands around the bouncing asscheeks, massaging them in circles. Kim automatically pressed back, wrapped in her passion, disregarding the fingers that scooped up the cuntal fluids that oozed out around the cock buried in her cunt and smearing the liquids around the rim of her vulnerable anus. Sue saw the African take his cock and aim the head at her defenseless asshole and push it forward.
Kim felt her back passage stretching and she froze, startled. "Wha-? What are you doing?"
One of the watching men reached out and clucked her under one of her tits. "Just relax, baby. There's plenty of you for two." And he peered over her backside as the African slid his cock deep into her rectum.
Kim felt her bumhole stretch painfully as the cock buried itself in her, sliding in parallel with the other penis fucking so smoothly into her cunt. They were both in there, inside her, filling her most private orifices. She waited, frightened and expectant, while the cock in her ass began to move, shuttling back and forth, touching nerve endings she was not aware she had. Oh, but it felt strange! she thought. Two cocks inside her, one in a place where nothing had entered before. Things were supposed to come out of that hole, not go in, she mused. But something had gone in and it felt very strange. Yes, it felt very very good. In fact, it felt wonderful! And she found that those wildly pleasurable feelings were doubled and trebled when she once again began to move her wide-split pussy over the cock inside it. She moved up and down while the man behind her seemed to follow her motions, impaling her anus with expert thrusts of his thighs and hips.
Kim began fucking back at both the men with her full cooperation, loving what they were doing to her, feeling as if nothing existed but the great, black fucking cocks that were taking her where she had never before thought she could ever go. And she found herself hoping it would never end, that the evening would last forever.
Curt followed Harriett out of the elevator and down the hall to Ike's apartment. "Are you sure Ike won't mind if we crash his party. I really don't think we should."
"Don't worry about a thing, darling. Why shouldn't you have a good time too. After all, you'll soon be in hot old Colombia. Why shouldn't you get a chance to meet your potential clients?"
Harriett knocked on the door of 812. After a minute's wait, she rang the bell. Harriett waited, seemingly a bit nervous in spite of her flippant attitude toward crashing the party, and Curt could feel the tension in her body as the door began to swing open.
Kim heard the doorbell ring and turned her head to see what ew guests would be added to what was now, she realized, turning out to be an orgy. She saw Ike open the door, swinging it wide, and that was when Kim saw Curt's face. She was terrified, suddenly very ashamed and she wanted to die, all at once, but she could not stop the urgent motions of her body. She had to come, had to fulfil herself. Her orgasm was just too close. She could not free herself from the wild passions that gripped her body as the two Africans thrust their two cocks into her vagina and anus. The best she could do was turn her head away and let her long, golden hair fall forward over her face. But she couldn't stop the fucking motions of her body. She just couldn't stop!
Curt felt Harriett stiffen when door swung open and Ike confronted them. The music from the room muffled the words the man said to the woman, but the expression on his face told Curt that he was furious, and Harriett's expression told him that she was plainly terrified. He saw Harriett shaking her head and Ike had his teeth bared as he spoke. But Curt's attention was drawn away from the exchange by what he could see going on in the room beyond.
No wonder it was such a private party! Ike Harvey had a full-blown orgy going on in there. Henry Manson, the fatted one, was having his cock sucked by a half undressed brunette while beside him on the same couch a girl that looked strangely like Kim's girlfriend Sue was getting fucked by a dignified, grey-haired man whose dignity was wearing thin while he took his pleasure in the midst of the crowd. People were engaged in sex everywhere and those who weren't doing it were watching it.
Center stage was the most provocative three-some Curt could ever have imagined, far raunchier than anything he had ever seen in any porn film. The beautiful, creamy-fleshed body of a big-titted young blond was sandwiched between two black men, her skin shining with sweaty passion, those lovely, pink-tipped breasts bouncing with her urgent motions as she drove her hips down and then back to alternately sheath those two black cocks. Curt actually caught a glimpse of those two formidable shafts driving into her two pink-rimmed holes. Her face was turned away and mainly covered by her long, golden locks, but he did get a glance at one of her smooth, flushed cheeks and her small, uptilted nose. He could hear her gasping with desire as she neared her orgasm, and Curt somehow wished that, even though the girl must be some kind of slut, he could enter in and enjoy her golden body and tight, wet pussy that he saw sliding over the stiff cock.
Curt's attention was brought back to Harriett as she squeezed his hand and looked up with frightened eyes. He smiled at Ike and backed off with an apology, and the door slammed and left him alone again with Harriett.
"Shit!" Harriett cursed to herself. If Ike hadn't answered the door, her whole plan would have worked. She had seen Kim there fucking her brains out with the two Africans. She looked up at Curt. "Sorry about that, love." She kissed him tenderly. "It just wasn't the right time to arrive."
"So I saw," Curt said. "Does he have these little parties often?"
"Often enough," Harriett said. "But you don't need that when you've got me. Why don't we go to my place?"
"Oh, I don't know, Harriett. Kim's waiting for me. I shouldn't be too late."
"She won't miss you," Harriett said with an enigmatic smile. "I'll call her and tell her you had to work late." She pulled him along with her, knowing that it would be a long, lovely night for both her and Kim Stevens.
Kim felt her body bursting into the most delightful spasms of her brief sex life, like coming and crapping both at once as the cocks in her twin fuckholes expanded and began throbbing out their liquid sperm into the grateful receptacles of her vagina and rectum. She felt it filling her ecstatically, bubbling and sloshing inside her, spilling out around their dually fucking cocks to bathe their swollen testicles. Kim screamed wildly, arching backward and grabbing her tits with both hands, crying out.
"Curt, oh, Curt! Forgive me, forgive me!" She opened her eyes and looked around for her husband, the man she loved with all her soul, expecting to see his angry, disgusted, reproving face above her, but he wasn't there and the surprise and relief swept over her and she was coming, coming, coming! "Fuck me," she groaned. "Don't stop fucking me." And she collapsed over the dark, warm body beneath her, while the one behind her sagged lifelessly over her back.
It seemed just a short while though it wasn't that she lay there, white meat sandwiched between black bread, before the men drew their softened cocks from her twin holes and left her on the carpet. But it wasn't long before she felt hands on her again, hands that rolled her over and raised her to her hands and knees. A handkerchief wiped away the goo that covered her crotch, and then another wonderful penis slid into her vagina from behind began fucking in and out, raising her feelings to the level they had been at before. Hands touched her face, and a cock forced it way into her mouth, and then soon it was spouting in her throat, and the cock in her cunt was exploding and adding to the semen that already soaked her womb.
Kim looked up as they pulled away and saw Sue coming toward her with a large bathtowel. Later, the young blond found herself with another man, or several more men, to be exact, until she lost track of the time or the number of cocks or how many times she would have to lie to Curt before she was finished indulging her healthy body in this activity that she now knew could only be described as fucking. This was all that mattered to her at this moment in time.