"Virginia Brooks? Is she that cute little blue-eyed blonde with the big boobs?" Hugo Foxx rumbled from deep in his big barrel chest, his pale blue eyes watching hungrily as Phyllis Hartman leaned over to pick up the wisp of nylon panties she had just shed. She was naked now, her curvy voluptuous body revealed to him in all its ripely mature beauty. "The one I spotted at the last monthly meeting and remarked about?"
"Yes, she's the one," Phyllis affirmed, "and it makes me so damned mad the way Art had to go over every little detail about how he made it with her… how she caved in and was begging him for it!"
It was Art's philandering that had been responsible for driving Phyllis Hartman into Hugo's arms and ultimately into his bed. She had been horribly worried about it when she had first found out about one of his affairs. It wasn't quite clear to her exactly how it had happened, but she had gone to Foxx's office to turn in a sales report for her husband. Soon, as she sat in Hugo's office, from which he administered the sales campaign for much of Southern California for Eko-Klean, she thought she recognized a sympathetic listener, one who might be in a position to help her. Somewhat foolishly, Phyllis had told him in tearful fits and starts about her husband's infidelities. Hugo had listened and comforted her, offered her a drink or two, and before she knew what was happening, she was in his private office, adjacent to his business office, the very room in which she was now stripping off her clothing with such willing anticipation. This room contained no desk, but it did have a well-stocked wet bar, hi-fi, projection equipment, and a private, attached bath. The couch was a quickly convertible bed with a soft mattress, making the change from seductive coaxing to sexual congress an easy progression. And it had been easy! He had convinced her that it was certainly one way she could even the score with her husband. At this point, she wasn't sure how many times she had evened things up. She was Hugo's mistress now, and she usually visited him three or four times a week.
She looked down at his burly bulk as he lay stretched out full length, naked on his big bed, remembering how repulsive she had thought his hairy body when she had lain there, almost petrified with fear, that first time, as he had brought her to searing arousal then ultimately to an earth-shaking climax, the like of which she had never before experienced. Now she knew every inch of his bearlike body intimately and she had to admit to herself that he was an unlikely lover. Unconsciously, her eyes drifted up to his craggy face, clean-shaven and smooth, as was his high-domed pate. He had so little hair remaining on his head that he merely shaved that off too each day. Her eyes had been locked onto the rock-hard massiveness of his erect penis, which stood up straight, thick and long, like a mighty obelisk, spearing out of the dense brush of his once jet-black but now graying pubic hair. Once she had asked him bluntly his age. He had refused to tell her, but from scraps of information she had deduced that he was about fifty-eight years old, give or take three or four years. One thing she had to conclude: If he was near sixty years old, he certainly hadn't slowed down sexually. He was married, Phyllis knew, to Annabelle, who was in her late twenties and was obviously a second (or even third) wife. If there were other women in Hugo's life, she didn't know about them. She had learned early in their relationship not to probe; he had made that clear, forcefully so, but she guessed that he probably did bring other women into this room. In a way, she would have been surprised if he had not. Damn, if the truth were really known about Hugo… it wouldn't surprise me if he had a regular harem of sorts! She'd never know, of course; the man was tight-lipped and secretive, and perhaps it was this aura of mystery surrounding him that kept her coming back to his big bed.
"Did you say her name was Virginia Brooks?" Hugo queried, taking her into his arms as she came to the bed and crawled up on top of him, lowering her mouth to his and accepting his sinuously probing tongue into the sweetness of her mouth, while at the same time she spread her thighs, then clamped them tightly as she captured the jackstaff of his heatedly pulsating cock in the fleshy trap between them. It lay hard and throbbing up against the naked pink flesh of her pussy.
"Yes," she mumbled into his mouth, as he flexed his hips ever so minutely, rubbing the thick base of his pulsing cock on the throbbing vibrant shaft of her fully hardened clitoris.
Phyllis felt the tingling tickle of his extremely hairy chest against the sensitive buds of her erect little nipples, and she rotated them through a short, repeated arc, back and forth across his chest, enjoying the sensation it produced in her. It was particularly tantalizing. Before she had begun this affair with her husband's boss, she hadn't known that her breasts were so sensitive and that they could be stimulated so easily.
Hugo's oversized hands roamed caressingly up and down her back, paying special attention to the round, protruding globes of her pliantly soft and smooth buttocks as he cupped them up, then pinched and massaged them, making ridges of her silky flesh ooze like white butter through his strong fingers. After a few moments, he felt her ripely naked loins undulating counteringly, as she began to slide her moistly naked cunt up and down the rock-hard shaft of his cock.
Breaking the deep kiss, he rumbled in his deep bass voice, "You can go down on me, this afternoon, doll…"
It wasn't exactly an order or a command. He was just telling her what he wanted her to do, and somehow, without being forced or coerced, she had always obeyed him unquestioningly.
"Okay, darling!" she breathed, agreeing instantly and giving him a bright smile. What she had learned in the months since she had been coming here to Hugo's office on the afternoons he designated, was that her willingness, her efforts to give him pleasure, had had an indirect effect upon her and Art's standard of living. The number of representatives working under her husband had increased; in fact the numbers had almost doubled… and Art had been told, at least the hint had been dropped, that he was being considered for an area supervisorship, perhaps encompassing one whole state, such as Nevada or possibly Arizona. Phyllis was sure that her husband was not aware that Hugo was supplying him with the extra salesmen and thereby substantially increasing his take-home pay. To hear him tell it, he's making it all on his own! Of course, she certainly wasn't going to tell him what she had surmised. She'd just let him go on thinking the way he did, and she sure as hell wasn't going to let him know about her clandestine affair with his boss. It was the secrecy of it that kept making her think she was extracting a sweet revenge. So, she was more than willing to do whatever Hugo wanted.
She slithered nakedly down over him, pausing for a moment to lick and suck at both of his tiny nipples, burrowing down through the thick hair on his chest to get at them. Phyllis knew that he liked it, so she bore the intense tickling sensation his hair produced on her lips and nose. It was a small favor in return for the complete satisfaction he gave her each time they fucked.
Foxx moaned his satisfaction with her as she subserviently knelt – her heavily ripened breasts swaying like fruit ready to be picked – between his widespread legs. She was holding the lust-thickened shaft of his cock with one hand, while the other reached under to caress his sperm-laden testicles in their scrotal sac. In spite of the erotic pleasure she was bringing him, his mind was on other matters. Changes, of which Phyllis wasn't aware as yet, were in the offing. At the last meeting he had attended at the home offices in Connecticut, he had strongly recommended Hartman for a position that was just opening up in Idaho, and it was fairly certain that he would get it. The president of the company had agreed to fly out to Palm Springs in two weeks to look Arthur over during Hugo's own area-wide sales meeting to be held in the desert resort city. In a way, he hated to see her husband promoted. It meant that he wouldn't be able to see Phyllis as often. But hell… change is what makes the world spin! He was already thinking about that lusciously voluptuous blonde, Virginia Brooks, whom Phyllis was so uptight about. She had made a helluva impression on him, and now that he knew for sure that Arthur would probably be going to Pocatello, taking Phyllis along with him, he'd have to see what he could do about replacing her. That Brooks bitch is young and tender, too! I like them like that! Get a sweet young thing like her… and you can teach them right!
He realized, of course, that Hartman had gotten to her first. That's no problem! I'll have Hartman in my office first thing tomorrow morning! He'll listen to reason and pass that cute little blonde along to me… or else! Hugo always got what he wanted, one way or another!
Nakedly kneeling below him, Phyllis had sucked up one of his egg-sized testicles into her soft warm mouth and was gently laving it with her tongue. His hands went down to her jet-black hair to smooth and caress her. In the next few moments, she had likewise sucked on his other sperm-filled ball. The feel of her hot little mouth working down there between his legs gave him a whole series of erotic sensations. Then she was licking him, her tongue flicking back along the sensitive flesh behind his scrotum until she was moistly nudging her tongue tip into the sensitive, puckered ring of his anus. He moaned and writhed under the electric charge of it, groaning, "God, baby… that's it! That's nice! Damned nice!" He felt his wildly aching cock throb and lurch involuntarily, and after a moment, he gasped. "That's enough, Phyllis!"
His hands on her head pulled her wetly probing tongue away, then he was guiding her hungrily opened mouth toward the bloated head of his massively pulsating penis. Her smoke-gray eyes bored up at him sexily as she murmured, "That must have given you quite a charge, I hope!"
"You know damned well it did! Christ! My cock stood up and yelled for attention!"
"Mmmmm!" she mumbled unintelligibly as her sensuous lips ovalled and slowly slid down over the heatedly pulsing head of his penis, her wet little tongue instantly beginning to swirl around and around the smooth, satiny flesh. One hand held the long thick shaft while her other caressed his scrotal sac, scratching lightly with her nails. Every now and then, she slid her middle finger back and under a little farther to press against the saliva-moistened flesh of his anus. All were things that Hugo Foxx had taught her.
Now, as he signaled her with his hands on her head, she began to bob up and down, gradually absorbing more and more of his enormous cock's shaft into her warmly sucking mouth and partway down her comfortably relaxed throat.
He watched her cheeks hollow and fill with the exertion of sucking pressure, and enjoyed the lurid sight of her wetly ovalled lips nibbling so lewdly up and down the thick trunk of his penis. Little pinkly glistening flanges of the tender inner flesh of her lips pulled out on the top stroke of her bobbing head then were stuffed back in again as her head came down on her cock-absorbing downstroke. He watched it all and had a feeling of misgiving that he would have to give her up soon. Christ, I no sooner get her taught all the things I like than I've got to give her up! There was the one thing in the offing, which he had kept the closest secret of all. He, himself, it had been hinted by the Eko-Klean president, was slated for a regional directorship. And, Christ, if I do get it, I'll be traveling all over the eleven western states, and I'll be damned sure to make it to Pocatello, among other places, as often as I can!
Involuntarily, now, his hips were flexing, countering her voraciously sucking lips, and he knew it was time to stop – otherwise she'd have to keep on sucking him until he exploded his churning load of hot cum in her greedy little mouth.
With rough hands now, he tangled his fingers in her hair and pulled her head up, her wetly ovalled mouth reluctantly coming off the glistening wet shaft of his cock, and he growled, "You can stop sucking my prick now! Come on up here and get on top of me, and you can go for a ride."
Phyllis' disappointment was short-lived, as she looked up into Hugo's craggy face with surprise at his precipitously rough action, but as soon as she understood what it was he wanted her to do, she crawled sinuously up over his body, until she straddled him. Hugo pulled the other pillow over to him and propped himself up in the bed, then growled, "Not that way! Turn around!"
She liked the woman on top position for their couplings; it made it easier for her to control the depth to which his thick length penetrated her, so she was glad to do his biding. Swiveling around, she nakedly turned her back to him, then leaning forward against his drawn-up knees, she reached back to guide his massively throbbing cock into the moist, ready opening of her pink-fleshed vagina. Carefully, she rocked back on his lust-hardened shaft, allowing its hotly pulsating thickness to slide up into her clinging cuntal sheath with slow deliberateness. "Aaaaahhh!" she sighed contentedly when she had absorbed all of it. "There!" Her white, petite arms went out to embrace his thickly hair-covered legs, as behind her Hugo's hands roamed over her nakedly curved back.
Then his searching hands were on the silky, unblemished smoothness of her buttocks, sliding down under them and lifting her hips slightly. As he relaxed, allowing her to sink back down on his wetly glistening shaft, he flexed his hips upward at the same time to drive his now demanding cock deeper up into her eagerly throbbing vagina.
God! It was absolutely wonderful, she thought, the way his long hard penis filled her; she could feel every throbbing lurch of it, and every square millimeter of its rigid and veined surface was in heated contact with her tightly clasping vaginal tunnel. Taking her cue from him, she began to rock back and forth, sliding her wildly responding pussy up and down on his rock-hard pole of male flesh. She moved slowly at first, then faster, wildly wanton, wanting to scale the heights as ecstatic sensations raced maddeningly through her. Finally, she was moving much as a skilled horsewoman moves at a trot, slamming her nakedly rounded buttocks down hard against his abdomen to absorb his thick expanding cock to the fullest, then rising high above him until just the lust-bloated head remained in her hotly searing cuntal portal.
Behind and under her, Hugo massaged and pinched at her smoothly working buttocks, his hands like a cruel goad to her, while at the same time his hips drove his mighty pulsating shaft up into the warm moistness of her pussy with demanding urgency.
Faster and faster, Phyllis Hartman rode him like a bucking horse at a rodeo. Her breathing was uncontrolled, gasping, and her head rolled around and around, swishing her long black hair across her shoulders. She wanted it never to end, while at the same time she sensed her explosive orgasm would arrive almost any second now.
"Oh, God!" she moaned. "I'm going to cum! IIIII'mmmmm going to ccccuuuuummmmm! Nowwwww! AAAAAaaaaauuuuuggggghhhhh!"
With a final, squatting thrust, she convulsed spasmingly and clasped her arms tightly around his knees, as her wildly delirious climax surged through her.
Hugo Foxx, beneath her, was close to his own spewing release, but when she stopped moving just as her orgasm exploded within her, he had to do something else. Quickly, he straightened out his legs. Phyllis fell forward with them, then he was freeing himself to get nakedly up on his knees. With strong, hamlike hands and powerful arms, he was grasping her at the hips and hauling her up to her knees. Almost desperately, he came in behind her and plunged his achingly demanding cock deep into the wetly clinging depths of her throbbing hot cunt. He paid no attention to her muffled moans as, boarlike, he fucked her from behind with wild, animalistic grunts coming from deep in his throat.
"Ah, doll – your pussy is – like velvet."
Slammingly, he gored her, fucking with an insane determination, his powerful thrustings jarring her kneeling young body with flesh-slapping, bone-crashing cruelty. After several moments of this, he felt his orgasm coming to him, the acidlike searing back there behind the root of his wildly throbbing cock telling of the bursting damn of blood-filled tissue that would allow the jetting stream of his white-hot sperm to race the full length of his madly jerking rod and spew deep into her furiously milking womb.
He came! With a satisfied, grunting oath, he thrust into her wetly heated vagina as far as he could go and enjoyed the gloriously vibrant feeling of his insanely pumping cock, as his semen hosed through him, to jet from its slitted tip, spraying deep into the moistly warm confines of her cunt. Then he collapsed nakedly on top of her, and as her knees gave way, they slid down against the softness of the mattress.
After only a few moments of quiet communion as his penis softened, he rolled from on top of her and said, "You were just great, doll – but I have an appointment pretty soon."
Again, it was not exactly an order, but she knew what he meant. She'd have to leave. He was finished with her… for this time. Uncomplainingly, feeling completely satisfied, she went into the bathroom briefly, returning to begin dressing. Hugo was almost completely clothed when she came back into his private office.
He watched her pulling on her clothing for a moment, then told her, "I'd like for you to tell Art that I called this afternoon. I want to see him tomorrow morning!"
"All right, Hugo," she affirmed. "What about…?"
His glare warned her, even as she asked. "Business!" he rumbled. "Some new business!" He didn't see any point in telling her that he was already thinking about replacing her. Hell! I've got to be on top of everything… in business as well as bedroom!
"Look, Hartman, never mind how I know about it, but you've got yourself a little sexpot you've been balling by the name of Virginia Brooks! She's one of your distributors, and I'd guess that she held out on some Eko-Klean money! Is that right?" Hugo Foxx growled, looming behind his desk, huge and burly as he came directly to the point with Arthur Hartman the following morning.
"Well, yeah… that's right, Hugo… but…"
"How much?" Foxx queried rumblingly, "How much did she hold out on you?"
"Nearly two hundred… but I made it up myself. My report's clean!" Hartman explained.
"Okay, I'd expect that anyway. I'll tell you what I'll do, I'll pass that two hundred back to you in stock, then you can dispose of it, for cash!" Hugo suggested, a sly, conspiratorial smile on his face.
"And you want the girl…?"
"That's the idea, Art!"
Hartman's mind had been racing. He wasn't in the habit of telling anyone about his female conquests, so he was slightly perturbed that Foxx should know about it. Christ! The only person I told was Phyllis, because I wanted to rub it into her a little bit! Now how in hell did it happen that she'd tell Hugo something like that, unless…? There was a sneaking suspicion beginning to form in the back of his mind. Unless Phyllis and Hugo are carrying on something behind my back! He tried to reject the idea, but it persisted. It was all too possible! He knew of Foxx's reputation with women. There were stories about his sexual prowess; one gossip in particular had claimed that Foxx could and did have any woman he had a passing interest in. "Hell they fall on their backs under him pretty damned regular! He's got a big bed in that private office of his!" It was hard for him to visualize his wife, Phyllis, being fucked silly by this huge bear of a man, his boss, but in the end he had to concede that it was possible. I suppose any God damned thing is possible… even that! Then he wondered: And if it were true, what the hell could I do about it? There was a mounting anger in him, based on nothing but conjecture, but he felt uncomfortable wearing the cuckold's horns himself – horns with which he had adorned several other men's heads in the past.
"Hell, I couldn't guarantee that she'd cooperate."
"You just get her in my office, still believing that she owes Eko-Klean some money, and I'll take care of her from there!" Foxx smiled. "Hell, Art, I was working this same angle when you were in knee-pants!"
On the spur of the moment, as the idea flitted through his mind, Hartman suggested, "All right, damn it, I'll get her here, but I hate like hell to give up on her. I was figuring I'd have her in the sack four or five more times, at least. Say, what if we both fucked her… at the same time…?"
To Arthur's surprise, Hugo agreed to it. As far as Hugo was concerned, it was a minor concession. Every now and then he liked a change of pace too! It'd been quite a while since he'd had such a party. Hell, I'll go along with him on that, but what I'd really like is to have two women… at the same time!