"You don't mean that," said a deep, masculine voice. "You don't mean that you'll have nothing to do with any guy. Not a pretty girl like you. What would us guys do? We'd have to go out and kill ourselves."
Arlene looked up. "Oh, hi Bill," she said softly. "I do mean that. I'm sure you're very nice, but I'm getting turned off men."
Arlene began to nervously sharpen all the pencils on her desk. Having a conversation about men was not what she wanted to do at this time.
Bill Sample, of the accounting department, was one of the best-looking young men in the office of Grayson Industrial Corporation. He was the dream of all the young secretaries and typists, all, of course, except for Arlene.
"Would you give me a chance to change your mind?" he asked her.
"I've made up my mind," said Arlene flatly. "No more men. Period. Now may I get back to work?"
"You're finished work," he said. "You've sharpened all your pencils, and now there's nothing left to do."
"I have these letters to type," she said.
"They can wait. Let's change your mind over lunch. It's just about twelve, and you can pick the place."
"Good. I pick here. I'm going to eat alone. Thank you."
"Nonsense," said Bill. "You can't eat here. Old man Halsted will have you working on your lunch hour."
"Then I'll go downstairs alone."
"I'll follow you."
"I'll scream and say there's a man following me." Arlene laughed in spite of herself. "No, Bill, I really am not in the mood to have lunch with anyone today. Male or female."
"Well, okay," he said. "But I'll be back. If you don't have lunch with me, you'll never be rid of me."
Bill Sample was true to his word, and the very next day at the very same time, he appeared in front of Arlene's desk. "Lunch time," he said.
"Not today, Bill," said Arlene.
"Then what about dinner?" he asked her.
"I'll think about it. Perhaps some time next year," she said.
Bill gave up and promised her he would try again the next day. The next day, however, he had so much work to do that he was unable to ask her to lunch. At about five, he showed up. "Sorry about this afternoon," he said to her.
"Why?"
"I couldn't make our lunch date," he said. "I'll make it up to you by taking you out to dinner to the finest restaurant in this whole rotten town. How about it?"
"Look, Bill, we didn't have a lunch date, and we don't have a dinner date. Okay?"
"Nope. We do have a dinner date. How about Pierre's? Ever been there? I hear the food is great."
"Pierre's? No, I never ate there. My father loves it."
"Okay. Let's go for a drink first. The Royal Rooster on Elm Street makes great drinks."
"Hold it. I never said I was going to go."
"Well, you didn't say you weren't. Besides, you've never been to Pierre's and it's a great restaurant. But you better hurry. The offer is limited and expires at midnight tonight."
Arlene hesitated. She still hadn't quite gotten over Eddie, and she knew she shouldn't be going out with Bill Sample, but Pierre's was a great French restaurant, and she had been dying to eat there for the longest time. Eddie had once promised to take her, but it was so expensive that she wouldn't let him spend his money that way.
"Good. I can see you've made up your mind to go," he said, fetching her coat. "We're going to have a great time, I know it."
"I didn't say that," she told him. "I never said I was going." She put her coat on and started towards the elevator.
"Or would you rather go to a different place for cocktails?" he asked her. "My favorite is the Royal Rooster, but perhaps you would prefer a different one."
She was silent. He certainly was persistent. "Well, I go this way," she said, when she reached a corner. "I'll see you tomorrow."
"Oh, the Gilded Cage is down the block here. Let's go there. They make great bloody Marys."
"Okay," she said, realizing that Bill was never going to give up. "But just one drink, okay? No more. No dinner, okay?"
"One drink and then we'll see."
"No. Goodbye, Bill," said Arlene, beginning to walk down the street.
"Okay, one drink," he said, calling after her. She returned to him.
"Promise?"
"I promise," he said. "One drink. No more. No dinner. No dancing. No night clubbing. Nothing. One drink, and then you'll be out on your ass. How does that grab you?"
"Just fine," said Arlene. They seated themselves at a table near the back and Bill ordered two bloody Marys.
"It's just the thing to whet your appetite," said Bill. "Not that it matters what it does to your appetite. Someone else is going to have to worry about that today."
"Were you serious," he said. "But since you aren't interested, there's no point in my telling you that I usually stop at the Club Paree late at night, or sometimes go dancing at the Casino. Of course, since you're not interested in spending the evening with me, you wouldn't be interested in knowing that just about the cream of society dances at the Casino."
The waiter brought them their drinks. Arlene sipped hers slowly, listening to Bill tell her all about the various night spots in town. She was beginning to relax, and thought perhaps it wouldn't be such a bad idea to spend just one evening with Bill. After all, perhaps she should stop dwelling on the past and start thinking about the future.
"Ready for your second one?" he asked, pointing to her nearly empty glass. He expected her to refuse and get her coat so she could leave.
"Yes," she said. "Boy, they are good!" Bill smiled. He had won. He knew that persistence paid off in the long run. Even in the short run.
"Sure, we'll both have another, and then it's off to Pierre's. I hear that at this time of year they have fantastic lamb. And we'll have wine. Do you like wine?"
"I love it," she said. They downed their drinks, and then Bill escorted Arlene to Pierre's. He had already made reservations for two, and they sat down to a delicious meal with wine.
"Boy, that was good," said Arlene, feeling sleepy. "I never ate so much in my life."
"Now is no time to fall asleep," said Bill. "We're going dancing."
Arlene and Bill went over to the Casino. Arlene was quite tired, and couldn't remain on her feet for long. "Ohhh, I'm so sleepy," she said. "It must have been the wine."
"Then let's go," he said. "We'll come back another time." He put her in his car and drove back to his place. She knew she wasn't being taken home, yet she didn't care. Even though she was exhausted, she had had a really wonderful time. Eddie never took her to places like those.
"A nightcap?" he asked, pouring another drink for her.
"Ohh, I couldn't drink another drop," she said. He held the glass out to her and she took it. "I'll just sip it slowly," she said.
Bill sat next to her. She was going to fall asleep. He didn't think he minded that. The thing he accomplished was having her go out with him. The next time he would see to it that she didn't drink so much.
She fell asleep and he carried her into his bedroom. He put her down on the bed and watched her sleeping quite peacefully.
He turned on the TV in the bedroom. He wasn't quite ready to get to sleep, and he sat next to the sleeping girl as he watched the set.
After about an hour, he flicked off the set and got ready for bed. He didn't want to disturb her. He would have offered to drive her home if she wanted to go, but she hadn't said anything to him about that.
She started to stir. She opened her eyes just as Bill was taking off his shirt. She watched him remove it, and sighed deeply when she saw how muscular he was.
He bent over and kissed her. "Feeling better?" he asked. She nodded. He kissed her again, and this time, Arlene reached up and started to rub her hands against the muscles on his chest.
Bill felt a tingling sensation course through his body, and he lay down on the bed next to her, his pants on, but his shirt off.
They began to kiss passionately. He inserted his tongue into her mouth, and she clung to him, wrapping her arms around his back.
He could feel her tits pressing into his chest, and he slowly began to unbutton her blouse. He wasn't quite sure how far he could go with her, as she hadn't even wanted to go out to dinner with him, but he wasn't going to be the one to say no.
Her nipples were slowly getting stiff and erect, and the more he touched them with his powerful chest, the harder they seemed to get.
Her body smelled beautiful to him. The perfume that she had put on in the morning still hadn't worn off, and he loved pressing his hose to her all over.
He slowly removed her blouse, and she dreamily looked up at him. She wasn't resisting at all, and when he had taken the blouse off entirely, he buried his face between her breasts, and started to lick both of the ripe melons.
Arlene looked up at Bill and felt that she wanted him desperately. He was so different from Eddie. He was quiet and polite and gentle. There was nothing rude or boorish about him, and she ached to feel him inside of her.
She had been so foolish to keep thinking of Eddie. It was over, she told herself, over. And Bill was so handsome, so charming. She really liked him. She was pleased just to be with him.
Arlene could feel his groin beginning to stir. Without being encouraged to do so, she put her hand between his legs, and felt his enormous piece of meat getting harder and stiffer.
Bill said nothing, but slipped his hand underneath her skirt and felt her panties. They were wet and, as he pulled off her skirt, he began to massage her tender cunt lips.
Her lubricants now started to flow wildly the instant she felt his finger up her cunt. She moved her legs back and forth, aching to feel more than a finger up her snatch. She wanted it desperately now. She wanted to be fucked, and she wanted it to be Bill's cock riding her cunt.
Bill felt her tender hand on his dick, and he began to give her nipples short little nips. He bit her gently, and she went wild as he sucked and licked her orbs.
"I want it!" she whispered to him. "Ohhh, please, I want it! Ohhh! Please do it, Bill! Ohhh!"
She started to rub his cock harder and harder. She was stroking it so fast as it remained still confined within his fly, that he had to stop her so that she wouldn't make him come.
He unzipped his fly. She eagerly awaited his cock and balls and when his zipper was completely down, she gasped when his prick sprang out of the opening.
"Ohhh!" she cried. "It's so big! Ohhhh! I want it! Ohhh, please. Please fuck me, Bill! I want it! I want your cock! Ohhh! Ohhhh!"
She was begging for it. She had to have it. She wanted him to do to her whatever he wanted. He could even fuck her up the ass if that would make him happy. She had to feel that cock and balls inside her body. She was going to go crazy without it.
"Fuck me!" she screamed as he pressed his meat against her sopping wet pussy hairs. "Fuck me! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!"
Her juices flowed wildly. She was oozing and leaking so much hot honey, that she thought she would dry out. Her cunt was ready for Bill's prick and balls now. She wanted it. She had to be fucked.
His dickhead was throbbing with the blood pumped from his heart. He was ready to plunge it between her leg, and he pressed the tip of his cock against her cunt lips.
He rubbed her thigh right below her pussy. Gradually, he worked his hand upwards so that his dick was pushing into her hole as he massaged her cunt lips. He guided his prick into her vagina, and was soon plunging deeper and deeper into her hot and wet cunt.
She was screaming loudly now. The pleasure was beautiful. It was making her cunt juices flow faster than they had ever flowed before, and she was twisting about and writhing on the bed.
Her juiced-up cunt squeezed tightly around Bill's enormously hard cock meat. He pushed it all the way into her hole, and then started to pump her faster and faster.
She could feel his balls slapping against her hole. She wanted to feel his hot cum streaming into her cunt, and she squeezed his balls tightly.
Her legs were still moving back and forth as she tried to squeeze the cock that was pounding inside her cunt. She felt her cunt walls pressed firmly against his shaft, and the harder he fucked her, the more she wanted it.
Their lips were pressed tightly together now, and they held onto each other. His penis slid in and out of her greased up hole as he approached his climax.
Arlene felt her clit being stimulated harder than it had ever been before. She was going to achieve orgasm with Bill and she knew it. It was making her really hot and excited and she braced herself for his coming. She could feel his prick pulsating inside her hole, and she dug her fingers into his back to steady herself.
"Fuck me!" she cried. "Ohhh! Fuck me! Ohhh! Do it harder! Ohhh, do it harder!"
His body pounded her cunt harder. She was screaming loudly as she felt his prick pulsating in and out of her hole. His prick was hot and getting hotter and they twisted and rolled about the bed.
His balls swung against her pussy. She tried to gasp them with her fingers, but he was pumping too fast for her. She felt her juices oozing out of her hole, and she started to shout with joy as Bill began to gasp for breath.
"Oohhhh!" he cried. "Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!" His cock went wildly in and out of her hole, and she could feel the hot spurts of jism pouring into her cunt.
He was coming rapidly now. His body smashed deep into her cunt hole, and his hot sperm shot out in thick creamy waves.
"Fuck me!" she shouted. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Her clit was driving her wild. She was erupting like a volcano, spewing out her creamy lava, overflowing her cunt hole so much that her juices mixed with his semen and began to drip down her thighs.
"Hold me!" she screamed. "Ohhhh! Hold me! Fuck me again! Ohhhh! I'm on fire! Ohhh! Ohhh!"
Her body couldn't stop climaxing, even after he had emptied all of his sperm into her. She continued to hold onto him, and she squeezed her legs tightly together, forcing every last drop of juicy semen out of his cock and into her cunt.
She finally began to relax as Bill slowly withdrew his penis from her hole. He was completely spent, and he felt as if he couldn't shoot another load for days.
She looked at him with grateful eyes. It had really been wonderful, and she began to dream of a life with Bill. He had made her really happy for one evening, and she wanted to be happy for the rest of her life.
As soon as his cock was out of her pussy, she fell back asleep. This time she couldn't be disturbed, and Bill crept into the bed beside her, and he, too, was asleep in a matter of minutes.
At about seven in the morning, Arlene awoke. She was startled at first to see that she was not in her own bed, but she looked at Bill and had the most pleasant memories.
"You up?" he said to her.
"Oh. Yes," she replied, startled that he was awake too. He put his arm around her, and they continued to lie there.
Bill could feel the heat from her body, and he pressed close to her. He enjoyed touching her. She was so soft and gentle and tender. He was pleased that she had decided to stay with him for the night.
As he touched her, her penis started to get hard again. She could feel it stiffening up against her leg, and she reached down and began to manipulate his prick and balls.
He started to get really aroused, and he climbed on top of her. Though it was early, he was now as horny as ever, just as if he had never shot so much cum the night before.
She began to stroke his shaft faster and faster. He let her play with his hard-on until he felt his cock heating up to the boiling point.
He slid up along her body, until his penis was pressing against her breasts. She could feel it rubbing between her tits, and she pushed her tit flesh up against his hard cock meat and let him slide it back and forth.
He climbed on top of her completely now, and moved his cock up and down between her tits.
Her nipples had already started to get hard again, and he rubbed her tits with his hands even as his prick was moving back and forth.
His balls were hot now, and she squeezed her tits against his balls. It drove him really wild, and he started to push harder and harder.
Now he reached in back of him, and rubbed her pussy. She was already wet between her legs, and he put a finger between the folds of her cunt, and finger-fucked her.
Arlene groaned. The friction of Bill's cock against her tits made her really hot, and his finger pounding her cunt flesh drove her completely wild.
"Fuck me!" she cried aloud. "Ohhh, Bill, fuck me! Ohhhh! I want it! Ohhhh! I want it bad!"
His fingers flew in and out of her hole faster and faster. His cock was going wild, fucking her between her tits. He continued to push harder and faster, and he felt his cock ready to explode.
"I'm gonna come, baby!" he said. "My cock is gonna explode all over your tits and your face."
"Yes! Yes!" she cried. "Ohhh, do it! I want to feel that cock! I want to taste that own! Ohhhh! Fuck me! Ohhh! Fuck me! Fuck me! I want it! Ohhh! Do it harder! Ohhhh!"
Bill went wild as his penis exploded for the second time with Arlene. He shot thick loads of creamy sperm into her face and she felt it land all over her.
The jism poured out of his dick and flooded her tits also. Her body was covered with semen. She loved it. She helped him rub the sperm into her skin, and she held onto him tightly.
"Oh, Bill!" she exclaimed, "that was just as wonderful as last night. I loved it!"
She wouldn't let him go, even when he insisted it was time that they get up. "It's late," he said. "We both have to be at work at nine."
"Oh, damn!" she exclaimed. "Just when I am feeling really good. I hate that old place, I really do."
Nevertheless, she knew she had to get up and go with Bill to the office. Someday she would get out of there. She didn't ever want to see that horrid Mr. Halsted again.
They showered together, and continued to play with each other, but it was late, and they had to hurry.
Arlene sat at her desk, thinking of Bill. She was startled when Mr. Halsted rushed over to her.
"Come here this minute," he said to her. She quickly got up out of her chair and went with Mr. Halsted. If he tried anything funny, he would get a slap across the cheek, she told herself.
"I just spoke to your father," he said angrily. "They're worried sick about you. You didn't come home last night."
"Oh my God!" exclaimed Arlene. "I didn't call them."
"You were too busy having a good time?" Mr. Halsted glared at her. Arlene realized what he was thinking.
"Oh, I was just over at a friend's house," she said. "I forgot all about calling them. We were just talking, and it got really late."
"Just a friend?" said Mr. Halsted. He looked at Arlene sharply.
"Yeah, sure," she said. "I'm really sorry I didn't call them. I'm sorry that Daddy had to bother you about it."
"Okay," said Mr. Halsted, "but next time you stay with your friend, don't get everyone else upset."
Arlene was glad to have gotten off easy. She didn't realize that Mr. Halsted would make an effort to find out just who this friend was, and just what she had done with that friend. If he found out that she suddenly was no longer upset over breaking up with Eddie, she would either have to put out or get out of his office permanently. Arlene's pussy was going to be available to him if she wanted to continue working there.