After his encounter with the lustful, delightful, and totally vivacious Liz, Alan could not keep his mind from dwelling on their madness. Madness, yes, but the connotation he applied to the word was one of fantastic pleasure. Since he'd first fucked his daughter, no sexual contact had been quite so fulfilling. It took a few days before he came down from his silver-lined cloud.
At the office a week later, with his thoughts occupied by the contract facing him on the highly polished, black walnut desk top, he pushed the blue button on his intercom.
"Yes, sir?" Alan's young assistant answered immediately. Among other things. Kirk Carter accomplished here at ACRON, Inc., his most vital function was to examine Alan's contracts to make absolutely certain they would withstand examination by a court of law. Kirk was not only handsome, he was, in fact, almost beautiful to the extent of looking effeminate. And he was a brilliant legal administrator. His academic distinction of graduating cum laude assured him a position in the business world. And Alan had managed to hire him.
His huge dark eyes and long black eyelashes matched perfectly with his midnight-black hair. A perfectly sculptured nose flowed down to lips so perfectly molded as to be unreal. Pew women could look at them without becoming breathless with the desire to kiss him. They were soft, sensuous, and infinitely kissable. Few women could look at Kirk's six-foot-one frame and not want to slip between the sheets with him for a prolonged session of tender lovemaking. But, strangely, Kirk had never in his life paid the slightest heed to the opposite sex.
The strangest thing about this young man was his virginity! Yes, he was a virgin. A twenty-three-year-old virgin. Most women who encountered him were intimidated by his strikingly handsome looks, and without fail they always thought they hadn't a ghost of a chance with him. No man who looked this good could possibly be without all the women he could ever desire. Therefore, not once in Kirk's life had a girl or woman tried to seduce him. And, unfortunately for Kirk, depending upon how one viewed such a unique phenomenon, his total concentration had been directed toward his education and he'd never found time for women. Sometimes, when the thought invaded his mind for a few brief moments, he wondered what was wrong with him that he didn't really care about women. Once he'd considered the remote possibility that he was a homosexual. But that thought was quickly rejected, for he had no desire to mate with another man.
Was he one of nature's mistakes – a freak who could function wholly without sex, a neuter? Alan Madden often wondered, for he was aware of the younger man's absolute absorption in his work. Perhaps, on the other hand, one couldn't fairly say absolute absorption in one's work was necessarily objectionable. However, in a young, healthy and unusually handsome man, there was something definitely wrong with it.
Two things were playing around in Alan's mind: Kirk would be a delicious prize for Lillian – and, just maybe, he would include Liz – and at the same time he would be doing the boy a turn he would never forget. But Alan had no idea Kirk was a virgin, though he was well-aware that the boy had never once dated any of the many lovely young secretaries in ACRON's employment. And as far as Alan was able to determine, Kirk had never dated any women outside the job, either.
The slight inflection in Alan's tone warned Kirk that something wasn't quite what it should be. In his mind he went back over the past week in an attempt to discover what it could possibly have been that he'd done wrong. He could think of nothing.
Vivian Baxter, Alan's personal secretary, smiled warmly and straightened her shoulders, thrusting her tits forward when Kirk came to a halt before her desk. Shamelessly, her bright hazel eyes traveled down his thick chest, past his belt buckle and came to a halt at his crotch. The bulge of his cock lying along his thigh was very impressive, even though it was soft; it looked good enough to make Vivian's pussy suddenly wet. She couldn't help but wonder how his prick would feel deep in her juicy cunt, or what it would taste like.
"Hi, Kirk," she beamed up at him, "can I help you?" Her eyes said much more; they said she'd love to suck all the cum from his big balls. Several times in the past, Vivian had made it painfully obvious to Kirk that he need only to say the word and she would climb out of her soaked panties and spread her beautiful legs and let him ball her on the main street of town before everyone if that was what it would take to get him to fuck her. But never once had the handsome young man given her the slightest indication that he desired her in any way.
Alan fucked her damn near every day, and she loved it to death. Each day he picked a different hole of hers to come in. Yet she could think of nothing that would or could please her more than to have this young man stand before her, strip her naked and fuck her brains out right there on the desk top.
She took her eyes from his crotch just long enough to glance at the button on the IC. She had been stalling as long as she could so she could gaze at his hidden cock outlined there in his trousers. She knew Alan had sent for him.
"Yes?"
"Mr. Carter's here, sir," she informed her boss, cutting her eyes back to Kirk's bulging cock. As if of its own volition, her pink tongue tip peeped out and traced her ups, leaving them gleaming wetly.
"Send him in, Vivian."
"You heard the bossman," she purred, at last bringing her eyes back to his. They told him, if he cared to read the brazen message flashing in their depths like a neon sign at midnight, she wanted to fuck him in the worst possible way.
And, of course, the message meant nothing to him. He saw her as nothing more or less than an efficient piece of human machinery which functioned adequately to meet the requirements of the position it held. With a slight nod of his head he said, "Thank you, Miss Baxter."
Miss Baxter! Miss Baxter! Shit! The least he could do was call her by her first name! She watched him vanish through the thick oak door, wishing she had him spread eagled on a bed with her tongue buried up his cute, tight asshole. With that pleasant thought, she spread her thighs and pushed her fingers under the elastic waistband of her panties and stuffed two fingers into her wet cunt, working them in and out while she pretended it was Kirk's dick. When they were slippery with her juices, her index finger went farther down and she rammed it hurtingly up her asshole until her palm stopped her from going farther. With her left hand, the girl pinched the lips of her cunt together as hard as she could, feeling the pain lace through her loins like liquid fire.
It took her no more than three minutes; her body shuddered and she was there, coming copiously. Her asshole convulsed, locking down so tightly on her finger that her hard thrusting was almost brought to a stop. Tiny bubbles of spittle formed and popped on her lips as her head sank forward on the desk.
It was terribly stupid of her to remain like this, with both hands in her panties, but she didn't have the strength to remove them. If someone should come into the office right now while she had her legs widespread and her fingers in her cunt and asshole.
This had to be casual, Alan told himself, yet he wanted the boy to know it came as an order. Well, perhaps not exactly an order. But a request which shouldn't be rejected. He waved at an overstuffed chair. "Make yourself comfortable, Kirk." When his legal advisor was seated, Alan leaned back and studied the young man with penetrating eyes.
"How would you like to come to a little party at my home, Kirk?"
"I'm afraid I'd be a very dull addition to any party, sir."
"Man," he smiled. "From now on I'm Alan to you." He couldn't help but wonder if that sounded too sickeningly magnanimous. He hoped not. That definitely wasn't the way he had meant it.
An embarrassed smile pulled at Kirk's mouth.
"Thank you," he said, nodding his head in response.
Now that he had set the stage, Alan went on: "I would appreciate it if you would come to the party, Kirk…" The slight inflection to his tone left little doubt that Kirk would be far better off should he accept.
Nor did Kirk miss it; since there obviously wasn't a hell of a lot of choice in this matter, he accepted. Besides, he hadn't been to a party since his teen years, and it just might prove to be interesting. It would certainly be an excellent opportunity to find out how the affluent lived.