Blair and Valerie went back to New York the next day. Blair was pleased to see that she was in a good mood and she didn't seem seriously upset by her bizarre experience of a few weeks ago. He insisted, however, that she take time off. She fixed her hair, had her nails done and even had a pedicure. She slept peacefully and well.
When she returned to the office, everyone commented on how well she looked. It seemed to her that they all knew she had been away with Blair, but it didn't matter to her any more. She went about her work serenely and ignored all of the gossip and the rumors.
Blair put Valerie in charge of hiring someone to replace Burt. There were several applicants for the position and it took her a couple of days to see them all. She was trying to decide between two different and equally qualified women, when someone gave her the message that there was another person who wanted to see her about the job.
"Tell her that the interviews are over," said Valerie.
"It's a him and he's very insistent. He says that you ran the ad in the paper today and he demands that you see him," was the reply.
"Oh, all right. Send him in."
Moments later, a tall very handsome man dressed in a light weight summer suit appeared at the door. He had clear skin and ruddy cheeks. His hair was black and curling and his eyes were thickly lashed and green. He had the look of some Greek statue come to life. Valerie felt her blood tinge just seeing him. To compensate for her feelings, she adopted her most icy, professional tone.
"Yes?"
"I want to apply for the job that you had advertised in the Times today. I have three years of experience in a legal firm. I'm fast, efficient and very, very smart. I'm only doing this to help me get through law school."
'What a bastard!' thought Valerie. She said, "I'm sorry, but I've already selected the two final people whom I'm considering for this position. If you like, you can leave your resume and we'll call you if anything opens up."
"Are the other people as well qualified as I am?"
"I don't think that is any of your business."
"Are they in law school? Do they read and write three languages fluently?"
"I am under no obligation to answer to you, Mr…" she broke off.
"Mr. Stone. Hank Stone."
"Well, Mr. Stone, I'm very busy today and I really have no time…"
"Miss Jones, why don't you want to hire me? You know perfectly well that I'm better suited to the job than any of the morons who usually apply for these low paying positions."
Valerie had to stop a moment and think. He was actually right. The other two women were not as well qualified as he was and although he was rather pushy and aggressive, he did seem very bright.
"Let me see your resume, please," she said.
Then, he smiled, a very sexy, charming smile. Valerie flushed, hating herself for it. She would not smile back, but looked at the sheets of paper that he had given her. 'Hmmmm,' she thought, 'he's been Dartmouth, graduated with honors… good jobs…'
She turned back to him and said, "OK, Mr. Stone, you win. The job is yours."
"Thanks. Thanks a lot. You won't be sorry."
"I hope not."
"You won't," and he gave her a long look, filled with meaning.
Valerie was puzzled by the interview. He seemed to have some strange, mysterious power over her that she couldn't quite fathom. What was it?
Certainly, it was not sexual. He hadn't even looked once at her long, gorgeous legs, still deeply tanned, or the cleavage that was exposed by her low cut, bright yellow linen blouse. No, he didn't even seem aware of the fact that she was a woman. But she was aware of the fact that he was a man. She had noticed his strong, thick fingers and listened with pleasure to his deep, richly masculine voice. His thick, black brows and perfect, Roman nose gave his face an icy, classical beauty.
Blair was very pleased with her choice and told her so. Hank Stone seemed to be unusually bright and quick, he had said. He knew that he could trust her.
After a few days in the office, Valerie had to admit to herself that she really had done the right thing in hiring the arrogant man to work there. He was prompt, quick with his work and even found time to help other people out. His manner, if distant, was pleasant and everyone seemed to like having him around. The other women in the office, Valerie had noted, were all struck by his extraordinary good looks.
One day, in the ladies room, she overheard a conversation about him.
"… those eyes!" the first woman was saying.
"Oh yeah! So sexy!" her companion replied.
"Is he seeing anyone?"
"I wish I knew! But it's hard to get a response from him. He's so evasive. I saw this picture on his desk of a gorgeous woman, long black hair, looked like a model or an actress. So I asked him if it was someone he was close to."
"Well???"
"He said yes, someone he was very close to."
"So? Then what?"
"I asked if it was his wife."
"And what did he say?"
"He burst out laughing and he said that it was his sister! I didn't really know what to think of it!"
"He's an enigma, that one!"
"Sure is, but those kind are always the most fun, don't you think?"
"They sure are!" and the two women laughed as they left the room.
Valerie started wondering about him. True, he was very handsome. But also true that he was very aloof. Even though she had gotten him his job, he almost never spoke to her and when he did, it was only to answer a question that she had asked. Nor did he seem to take any notice of her own striking beauty, a fact which annoyed her to no end. Valerie, like most insecure women, was very vain and wanted constant confirmation of her good looks from the world.
A few times, she tried to speak to him in a way that was ever so slightly seductive, just to see if she could get a response. She couldn't. He answered all of her questions in a dull, flat tone of voice, never offering any more information than that specifically required of him. Her annoyance grew into a positive dislike and she fantasized about revenge.
The fantasies occupied her more and more. She was restless in the office and out of it too. Blair no longer excited her the way he had. She still cared for him, because he had been so good to her, but often when they fucked, she was forced to feign a passion that she didn't really feel for him. It was just too… gentle.
Once or twice, when they had been lying together after sex, she urged him to confess his fantasies to her. In that way, she thought that she might be able to tell him what she wanted. "Blair darling…" she began.
"Yes, love?"
"Do you ever, I mean, is there ever anything you ever think about when we're in bed together?"
"You bet!"
"Like what?" she asked eagerly.
"Oh, like what a sexy, hot cunt you are! About how I love to eat your sweet pussy and to fuck you until you moan and sigh. About your great, big, lovely tits."
She had kissed him then and reached under the covers to grab at his ever hard cock, but she was unhappy. She felt that she could never tell him what she wanted, not ever.
One evening, when she was very horny and restless, she decided to call the blonde cowboy she had met and who had really begun her initiation into pain. Slowly going over to the dresser drawer, she pulled out the piece of paper and unfolded it. It was very wrinkled, but she could still make out the number that was printed in bold, black digits.
Walking to the phone, her hand shook slightly, but she ignored it. She dialed the number and listened to the ring. Then, there was a clicking noise. "Hello?" she said, her voice barely audible.
"I'm sorry. The number you have reached had been disconnected. Please hang up…" Valerie put the phone down and swore aloud. No name, nothing! She had lost him!
She thought of Burt and the cruel sweet punishment he had inflicted upon her that night in the cellar. It was risky, but she thought it was worth it. She looked up his name in the telephone book and put a small circle around it. Going over to the phone, she dialed the number. It rang once, twice, three times and then someone answered it.
"Hello, may I please speak to Burt please?"
"I'm sorry, but he's not here."
"Oh. Well, when will he be back?"
"I'm not sure he will."
"What?"
"He left town rather suddenly a few weeks ago. Took a lot of his stuff and wouldn't say where he was. Left no forwarding address either. Said to just send everything to his folks. Sorry I can't be more helpful than that."
"Oh, oh that's OK."
"Is there a message of any kind? I can tell his folks for you it's very important."
"NO, no, that's all right," she said and put down the phone.
Valerie prowled around the house, looking for something to do. Even Blair was out of the question, for he was spending the evening with his family tonight and there was no chance that he might come over later.
She put on the radio, but the sultry voice that came out of it only made her more horny. She switched it off. She went into the kitchen, but food would not satisfy her craving tonight. She knew what she needed…
Maybe a shower or bath would help calm her nerves. Stripping off her clothing, she marched resolutely into the bathroom. The stinging hot needles of water drummed her neck and back, causing a slow warmth to spread through her body. She turned around and let the hot, pulsating flow beat down on her tits. The nipples grew stiff and hard, as if responding to a lover's touch.
She took the soap and worked up a good, stiff lather all over her body. The white lather stood up in peaks, like a beaten egg all over her body. She rubbed her breasts and shoulders, relaxing from the warm pressure of her own hands.
She moved the soap slowly down to her stomach, still continuing her slow, kneading motion. She rubbed the soap lovingly, as if it were a big, stiff dick that was about to enter her.
She moaned softly as she brought the soap down the slippery surface of her belly. With one hand, she reached down and opened the petals of her cunt very wide. With the other, she ran the soap over the stiff button of her clit that grew harder with the attention that she gave it.
Slowly, enjoying the sensations that flooded through her, she rubbed the hot, throbbing clit with a gentle, circular motion. The hot water of the shower pounded down around her, filling the room with fragrant clouds of steam.
She put an arm against the tile wall to brace herself as she rubbed harder now, thrusting the white bar faster and faster, against the whole swollen area.
She could feel her cunt lips open and the muscles in her body begin to expand and contract in anticipation of a dick. Without really thinking, she slipped it down to the entrance to her tight, wet cunt.
It slid in easily, causing her to suck in her breath loudly. The combination of the hot water and her already excited, damp passage made it easy and soon the fat white bar was thrusting in and out of her.
She loved the feeling and the steamy room made her a little dizzy, adding to the pleasure. Over and over again, she rammed the soap into her throbbing pussy, feeling her body grip it lovingly like a dick.
Carefully, she reached up and adjusted the shower head so that the streams of water hit her directly on the nipples. Arching her back, she let the needles caress her tits while the soap was causing her cunt to writhe with pleasure. Harder and harder she thrust and soon, the climax washed over her, warmer than the water of the shower. She groaned and bent over to keep from falling as her body writhed in the throes of orgasm.
After her shaking subsided, she adjusted the water so that it was cooler and rinsed herself off. After scrubbing her hair with strawberry shampoo, she stepped out of the shower, feeling much better.
She dried herself off with a big, fluffy towel and very carefully surveyed her body in the mirror. The wounds were now gone and only someone looking at her in bright, white light would be able to see them.
She dressed with her usual care, selecting a pair of skin tight French jeans from the drawer. With the high heeled red sandals, her legs looked endless and flawlessly beautiful. The pants hugged her body, gliding over the smooth ass and outlining the lips of her cunt. She then pulled on a tight sky blue tee shirt, which made her tits pop out. She combed her hair and wore it free. Hurriedly applying her make-up, she was ready and slammed the door behind her.
She knew that the Upper East Side was filled with singles bars and that all along Second, Third and Lexington Avenues, groups of young people thronged the streets, looking for a mate for the night. Tonight, she would join them.
The bus ride was pleasant and she was there quickly. Even as she climbed off the bus, a nice looking young guy stared openly at the tight shirt and her jutting tits. It was a good omen.
She walked slowly, taking her time and found a nice bar that was crowded but not mobbed. Before she had even seated herself at the bar, someone had walked over to her and was offering to buy her a drink. She accepted and joined him at the bar.
"I'm Pete," he said, offering his hand.
"Valerie."
"Pretty name."
"Thanks."
"For a pretty woman!"
"Thank you!" she said, with a laugh. Pete turned out to be a photographer, whose work often appeared in popular magazines. Valerie liked him and could tell that he liked her too, for his dark eyes looked long and hard at her body.
She kept looking at him, too. He was attractive, with his shiny brown hair and closely cropped brown beard. His chest was muscular and broad and the top buttons of his shirt were undone, so that she could see the thick, curly hair that covered it.
They ordered a second round of drinks. Valerie had not bothered with dinner and so the liquor affected her almost at once. She felt the familiar warmth spreading.
Two drinks soon became three and three turned quickly into four. Valerie had been drinking vodka and by now, her head was reeling. She and Pete, were hitting it off very well. His arm had slipped around her shoulder and she offered no resistance as he squeezed. She could seem him looking at her tits with naked lust, as if he wanted to take a bite out of them right there.
She laughed very hard at something he said and pushed up against him. The contact of her fits against his chest was electrifying for both of them. She felt her own body heat and saw that his cock was rigid in his pants.
"Let's go back to my place," he urged.
"OK. Is it far?"
"No, not very."
"Can we walk?" she asked, for she was feeling very hot and hoped they could get there quickly.
"We'll take a cab."
"Good. And will we be alone?"
"Sure thing, baby. I've got a room-mate, but he never bothers me!" and he paid the check and helped her out in the glowing August night.
He hailed a taxi with ease and once he had given the driver his address, he concentrated his full attention on Valerie.
His hands found her boobs and pinched them through the thin stuff of her cotton clothes.
"MMMmm baby, I've been waiting to do that since I set eyes on you!"
"Do it more. Harder."
"Like this?"
"Yeah, oh yeah." He rubbed her tits furiously, not caring that the taxi driver's eyes were wide with surprise as he watched their embrace in the rear-view mirror. His own dick grew hard as he watched Valerie slip her hand down to Pete's inner thigh and grab his cock.
The taxi driver came to an abrupt stop when he saw Pete's hand slide up the woman's body, underneath the tee shirt. He decided to keep his eyes on the road, or they would all get killed. 'Of course,' he thought, 'it's not a bad way to go!'
Pulling up in front of Pete's apartment, he cleared his throat several times to get their attention. They were so engrossed in each other that it didn't work. Finally, he said loudly, "Hey folks! We're here!!"
Pete handed him a five dollar bill for a two fifty fare and waved to him, indicating that he should keep the change. "Thanks buddy!" said the driver, "And enjoy it!"
Pete and Valerie were so hot that they could hardly stand to be unglued even for a moment. His hands raced over her trembling form, pulling her tighter and tighter. He caressed her ass on the way up in the elevator, as he kissed her and fumbled for his keys.
At the door, she whispered, "Hurry, hurry!" and he achingly fumbled around in the unlit area. Finally, the door opened and they almost fell into the apartment for their passion.
Pete didn't even bother to put on a light, so he didn't notice the body on the floor.
"Hey, what the…" he cried, as he stubbed his foot. Meanwhile, another voice said, "Be careful, would you?"
Pete flipped on the light and gaped in surprise. His room mate had neglected to tell him that he planned an orgy that night! People of every size, shape, color and description were draped over the sofas, or lying on the floor.
Everyone groaned when the light was turned on and someone said, "Shut it off!" and the whole place seconded the motion.
Pete looked at Valerie, trying to gauge her reactions. Her saw the lust dancing in her eyes as they traveled over the room full of naked, fucking people. She looked over at him and, started to smile. Her hand reached down and pulled off her tight clothes, starting with the tee shirt.
The room cheered as her big, swinging globes came into view. "Well, if you can't beat 'em, join 'em!" she said with a laugh and Pete thought it sounded like a fine idea.
He switched off the light and moved over to Valerie quickly. Their eyes became accustomed to the darkness and soon, they had no trouble seeing each other's flesh.
He pulled off his own clothes in a hurry and then leaned over to help her with the tight jeans. To his delight, she wore no underpants and his hands quickly found their home in her steamy blonde cunt.
She moaned as he caressed her, feeling so hot that she thought she might burst if she didn't come soon.
His hands grabbed her tits and the feeling was so good that she didn't even notice that the guy standing next to her was now running his hands all over the alabaster flesh of her ass.
The two men caressed her and Valerie relaxed, letting the pleasure overwhelm her completely. Pete swept her up in his arms and found an empty spot on the soft, furry rug.
Both men knelt before her. Pete leaned over and started sucking on her fits with bruising kisses, while the other man moved his face to her pussy.
She gasped as she felt his tongue slithering through the soaking blonde hairs and sliding deeply inside of her.
His tongue was working as if it were a dick, thrusting into her, only stopping to lick the lips, or the hard knot of her clit. Valerie had opened her legs and arms wide, to allow the men to pleasure her, fondle her.
Suddenly, she was aware that someone, some unknown third person had shoved his cock into her outstretched palm. She began to rub it, slowly at first and then harder. It had already been in someone's cunt or mouth, for it was slick and wet and she had no trouble rubbing it to a steel hard erection.
She tried to grasp the balls occasionally too, stroking them, in their furry little patch of pubic hair. The man attached to the cock was gasping with delight and soon, he filled her palm with his hot, sticky come. She felt something wet and probing around her hand and realized that he was licking her clean.
She had to giggle from the tickling ripples that his tongue caused, but the furious mouth at her gushing hole soon made her laughter stop and her screams begin.
Pete moved up to her face and continued plucking at her nipples with his hands while the other man sucked until she was in a frenzy of lust. Thrashing about with mad abandon, she came, her screams piercing the hot room.
When she was able to open her eyes again, Pete was pulling her arm, helping her to her knees. "That was great sugar, just great. Now it's our turn!" he said as he positioned her on all fours.
He slid underneath her and offered her his big, wagging dick to play with. She rubbed with her hands first and then leaned over to give the pulsing head a wet kiss. Pete leaned back and said, "Sit on it! Sit on my dick!" Valerie. Put both legs over him and settled down on top of him. She moved slowly, but he grabbed her and shoved her down hard. The hot cock burned for a fraction of a second and then her whole body cried out with the pleasure he was giving her.
Sitting astride him, she was able to grind her still swollen clit against his body and bring herself to the point of orgasm once again.
As she rubbed and thrust, Pete just relaxed, enjoying the feeling of being passive and doing nothing as this beautiful woman rode his stiff dick. From time to time, he brought his lips up to suck on her nipples, which she loved.
His friend, Bob however, was anxious to get his own twitching dick into this hot piece. He gently guided her body, so that soon, she was no longer sitting but instead lying atop Pete, their cock and cunt still joined in their blissful union. He parted Valerie's ass and as she fucked Pete, Bob slid his tongue up and down her tanned back, finally driving it straight between the cheeks of her ass.
She wiggled, to signify her pleasure and soon, he was licking her ass hole with unrestrained passion. He drove his tongue deep into her and pulled it out again. Meanwhile, his hand was toying with his hot rod, bringing to its full eight inches.
When Valerie's ass was juicy and dripping, he put the tip of his penis against it and started to push. She loved it and tried to stick her ass further up towards him to accommodate the stiff appendage. In a short while, his big dick was sliding in easily and although he was gentle at first, he soon grew bolder and started pounding in and out with quick, furious strokes.
He gripped Valerie's shoulders and pinned her arms back, which made her struggle a little against the vise like grasp. This left her tits jutting almost straight out, begging to be bitten and gobbled by Pete's hungry mouth that drew them in.
Valerie was shaking and gasping all at once, delighting in the mad feelings.
She moved madly, passionately, trying to get the two tat cocks further inside of her.
Bob was pulling Valerie's slim arms very tightly behind her now and pulling on her long strands of hair with his other hand.
She was busy riding Pete's dick, digging her thighs into his ribs, trying to get ever closer. She pushed herself almost flat against him, needing only a few last rubs to cause her shattering orgasm to come. As she did so, Bob had been bucking and snorting behind and now emptied his hot seed into her quivering ass, so that they both came at the same moment, their cries of passion causing some of the others to look over in their direction. Valerie's spasms caused Pete to come too and his come rose like a waterfall, shooting up and spraying the inner walls of Valerie's cunt with his thick, hot juices.
They remained all tangled up together, panting heavily. Bob removed his dick form her ass and then Valerie was able to roll over and stretch out her sore limbs.
She felt someone push her and realized that she was being handed a joint. Raising it to her parched lips, she inhaled deeply and passed it on to Bob. It came around again and then again and still again.
She was already drunk and now the combination of the grass and the vodka made her head reel. She started to see things and got very, very thirsty.
She stumbled into the kitchen and poured herself a tall, cold glass of water. As she stood there drinking it, she began to see things.
Two people in the living room were fucking on the couch. Instead of seeing the arms of the woman though, they became transformed into the wings, snowy and soft, of a great bird, or perhaps an angel.
She drew closer, for another look. As she did, she knocked into someone or something. Spilling the water, she reached out to steady herself. She couldn't quite make out what she had knocked into. It seemed soft and she thought that it might be a bunny. A giant bunny. The Easter Bunny. She giggled and leaned over to touch it. It was soft and furry and she continued stroking it.
Then, she realized that it was not the Easter Bunny after all, but a short, curly haired woman. The woman just smiled and said nothing as Valerie petted her. At first, Valerie's foggy brain thought that the woman was made of chocolate and wanted a taste. She leaned over and sucked on her neck.
The woman did not taste like chocolate, but her skin was faintly salty and good. Valerie realized that she was black. A black woman, not a chocolate one. But she tasted nice and Valerie kept licking her neck and began to feel her ripe brown tits.
They were still standing in the door way and the kitchen light was on, so several people, too drunk or high to fuck, watched with interest. Valerie's mouth had now moved down to the black woman's tits and were sucking them like candy.
The black woman reached up to cup Valerie's boobs, her hands dark and maple wood against Valerie's snowy flesh. Their arms reached up and they fell into one another's embrace.
The party was very excited now, cheering as the black woman's hands went down to the golden pussy. They stroked and probed, with the gentle, sure quality of a woman's touch. Her ebony fingers found their way inside the other woman's hole and she slid two of them in with ease.
Valerie moaned and sat down on the floor, her legs spread. Everyone urged them on. "Come on baby, suck that white pussy!" someone shouted and they all laughed. The black woman was only too happy to comply. She got down so that her mouth was inches from Valerie's hot pussy and then her tongue lashed out, flicking Valerie's clit with careful sure strokes as the excited crowd watched.
Her pussy, with it soft, springy black hairs, was right in front of Valerie. Gathering the plump brown ass and thighs in her hands, she spread the pussy open and stuck her face right in it. The other woman's gasps were hidden by Valerie's own golden muff, where she had her sensuous lips glued.
Their tongues were mad and frenzied, lashing and darting with lightening speed. Valerie took the rhythm from the black woman and as her orgasm approached, the crowd was still yelling.
The hot, pink tongue and full lips that surrounded her cunt lips and clit were driving Valerie crazy. Every now and then, the woman would blow her hot breath on the swollen area to dry it off and then her mouth would bear down again, making the blood rush singing to Valerie's brain.
The black woman, sensing that Valerie's orgasm was near, slipped her fingers deep into Valerie's pit, giving the muscles something to clamp on as the spasms started, grew and broke, like glistening waves, all over. Moving her face from the black patch for a moment, she uttered a long scream and the crowd broke into furious applause.
They were still clapping as she returned her lips to the chocolate and coral pussy and drew the clit between her teeth and they continued to clap as the black woman shrieked her pleasure, her orgasm a series of clear, piercing cries.
Then blackness over took Valerie's drugged mind and she settled into a long, restful sleep, from which she did not wake until late the next day. When she finally did rise, she was lying in bed, alone. She turned over to see a huge bunch of flowers in a large crystal vase beside her. One dozen yellow roses smiled happily at her sleepy face and she pulled herself up to read the note that was propped up against the vase.
Tearing it open, she read: "You were wonderful! Had an assignment in Central Park this morning and couldn't bear to wake you. If you need to go before I get back, leave me your number. Love, Pete."