floor.
When Andy returned from a quick shower, Beth was sitting on the edge of the bed smoking. The slop from her cunt was slowly leaking out onto the sheet. She watched him dress, wondering if he could keep her satisfied all by himself. Even if he fucked her every single day of the week. Would it be enough?
She remembered yesterday afternoon– fucking with Doc in the parking lot had been a marvelous and exciting experience, most satisfying, too. Yet she was still turned on when Andy got home from work, and met him at the door with a drink in each hand, wearing only her blouse, and it was unbuttoned. They had a couple of drinks and hewent down on her on the couch. He brought her off with his tongue and then again with his cock. It was especially pleasurable, knowing his sperm was mixing with Doc’s. She had enjoyed both Doc’s cock and her husband’s and felt surprisingly little guilt. A hard cock was supposed to give a woman pleasure, not guilt.
Andy was dressed by the time Beth finished her shower. She slid a pair of panties up her legs and patted them into place.
“Still wearing underpants to work? There’s a couple of broads where I work that never wear any, and they make sure all the men in the place know it. Jesus, they go to any length to give everybody a peek. Every guy in the joint is horny all day. One of them has the blondest pussy hair, almost white, but she’s a little too fat for my taste.”
Beth felt a quick pang of jealousy and jerked the pants back down her legs, giving them a kick.
“There, is that better?” she said.
“Don’t get uptight, baby. I’m not advocating you give that horny Doc Burns a peek, but…” He rolled his eyes. “It’ll keep you hot for me just knowing you’re naked under your skirt.”
It’ll make it easier if Doc gets me in his car, too, she thought.
She pulled a sweater over her head. The sweater was too tight and a very close knit. Her nipples would be very prominent if they got hard. They showed even now. She picked out a skirt and slipped it on. Her legs were great, even without hose, so she skipped the pantyhose. If he wants me provocative and revealing to other men, fine, she thought.
She spent the morning typing letters. The work really piled up if she was gone, even for one afternoon. Evelyn didn’t do much of anything, played with herself behind her desk, but not much else.
Eating lunch, she thought about the great fuck with Andy before work. It made her cunt tingle. She kind of wished she had sucked his cock a little… for Andy’s sake, of course. It might be kind of fun. She realized how horny she still felt. Andy hadn’t really satisfied her at all, just whet her appetite for more. God, why was she horny all the time?
Doc came back from lunch and told her Zarie had flown back to New York and wouldn’t be back for at least a week. She felt a little tug of disappointment, but didn’t show it. She wasn’t planning on doing anything with him, anyway. It was fun to think about though.
An hour after Doc got back, he called Evelyn into his office. Beth was at the filing cabinet and could see through the half open door. He already had her blouse pulled out and his hands inside. He was kissing her, hard. She saw Evelyn’s foot come and kick the door shut behind her.
Beth stamped back to her desk, her face red. She was pissed, and she was jealous. The two-timing prick.
She heard their voices and realized the intercom was on. She reached for the off button, then stopped.
“Christ, what a set of knockers,” Doc said.
“They’re yours, honey,” Evelyn said. “God, they get so hard and excited when you play with them like that.”
Beth looked down at her own. The nipples were suddenly hard and stood out like buttons. She was mad, yet she was excited, and leaned forward so she could hear better.
“Damn, you’re really wet, baby. Can you feel my finger in there?”
“God yessss! Finger fuck me, darling.”
“I’d rather fuck you with my cock.”
“Well, do it!”
“Haven’t got time, baby. Got an appointment with John Carson the banker in thirty minutes. Maybe afterwards, but gotta get moving now. Get your stuff together.”
“I can’t go with you. I told you Fred was picking me up at three. Remember?”
“Shit, I forgot. I gotta have a secretary with me. Carson expects it. Guess we’ll have to lock up so Beth can go.”
Like shit I’ll go, Beth thought.
“She’s not really ready yet. She still…”
Beth slammed off the intercom. “Not ready,” she said. “Fuck, I’m ten times the secretary that slut is.”
Doc opened the door and came out. Beth could see Evelyn, her blouse unbuttoned all the way, her brassiere pushed up over her huge tits.
“Hey, Beth, I have a very important conference with John Carson and I gotta have a girl… a secretary with me. He expects it. Very business like, you know.”
“Do you think I’m ready?” she said huffily.
Doc looked at her. Now why would she ask that? It was almost as if she’d been listening, or maybe she knew why he was taking her. “Hell yes, you’re a better secretary than Evelyn,” he said. “Uh, better take a note pad. Evelyn can lock up when she leaves.”
Beth definitely was not going with the two-timing prick, yet here she was in his car, pad in hand. The little car was low-slung, bucket seated and she had to sit careful to keep her skirt down.
Couldn’t have her bare pussy showing.
On the way over, he told her about the shopping center complex he was putting together, emphasizing the importance of an ace in the hole in case Zarie backed out. Carson was well healed and ready to invest if he was treated right.
Doc pulled into the underground lot and parked. He leaned over and kissed her. She was stiff at first, but quickly softened against his lips. She took his tongue greedily. His hand fell on her knee, slowly gliding up her thigh.
“Jesus, Beth, no pants,” he said.
“Don’t touch me there, Doc. Don’t get me started or you won’t be able to get me stopped.”
“Afterwards,” he said.
“I don’t like playing second fiddle, especially to Evelyn.”
“What gave you a dumb idea like that?”
“Weren’t you going to take her first?”
“Fuck no. Why would I do that?”
“Well…” Beth was seething inside, but she didn’t want to say more or he would suspect she was listening. “Okay, but only because we both know I’m twice the secretary Evelyn is.”
“Secretary? Oh, yeh.” He opened the car door. “Let’s go.”
On the elevator, Doc had misgivings. Maybe he shouldn’t have brought her along. She could screw everything up. She actually thought he brought her to be a secretary. He couldn’t believe a girl could reach twenty years old, get married, cheat on her husband, and still be so naive. It just didn’t seem possible.
They rode the elevator to the penthouse. Carson answered the door. Doc grinned, pleased at the obvious approval in Carson’s eyes. Beth was surprised, too. She had expected a much older man.
Carson was a good looking man, graying gracefully at the temples. He looked younger than his forty-three years, especially when he removed the Ben Franklin glasses he was wearing.
“I don’t need these to see how beautiful you are,” he said to Beth. She blushed. “Can I get you a drink?”
“Yes, I need one,” she said without looking at Doc. “Whiskey on the rocks will be fine.” She was still angry with Doc.
She finished her drink quickly and accepted another. We won’t get much work done at this rate, she thought.
She walked around the large sunken room. It was positively plush. “Your apartment is magnificent,” she said.
“I like it,” he said. He took her arm in his. “I’ll show you around. The bedrooms are particularly nice.”
