Sylvia Ritter was the first woman executive that Crystal Locke had ever run into who wanted to be fixed up with a date for the evening. Sylvia Ritter was married, but her sales executive husband spent a lot of time out of town. Crystal was both shocked and amused when the older woman asked if Crystal knew any presentable, available men who might go for a sex fling. It showed how far Women's Lib had gone – with the girls now ready to cheat on the boys!
Sylvia said: "You get around to all these companies, Crystal, where you meet lots of executives. You're a good-looking woman. You must know a few safe men who've made signals at you."
"That I do," smiled Crystal. She thought about Sydney Martin, who had lost Leaf and begged her for dates all the time.
There was some risk. Both Ritters were top people at Fisk International Insurance Company, for which A-C was installing an 1100. If Fred Ritter found out that Crystal had set it up for his wife to be laid while he was out of town, there might be trouble.
On the other hand, Sylvia Ritter was as smooth as Steuben Glass and had the same elegance. She was a beautiful brunette in her early forties with a youngish, flowing body and luminous skin. She exuded sexual intensity. When she and Crystal ate lunch together in almost any dining room, men gazed at them both with reverence and a little awe. Also, Crystal couldn't imagine the worldly, suave woman ever being caught.
There was something else about the Ritters that excited Crystal. They hinted that some game might be played on their new computer, making it the first time Crystal had run into light-fingered executives who contemplated sandbagging their company for profit.
There was no doubt that some game was afoot. Certain questions were asked, certain suggestions made in humorous ways, while eyebrows were lifted and certain statements were left hanging. Crystal hooked on to these in the same offhand manner, leaving the way clear for a proposition while still covering herself. To lift a few dollars from a company till with the help of executives might be safer than running a game on her own.
It was men, however, that came first with Sylvia.
"Next weekend Fred will be in Chicago," Mrs. Ritter said to her one day after a tutoring session at Fisk International. "If you can find me some company, that's the time."
"I would think," said Crystal evenly, "that you'd have no trouble finding bedmates, with your looks and – if you'll excuse me – that sexual intensity you seem to have."
Sylvia laughed.
"Of course I can get men – tons of them. The secret of successful cheating, though, is to use your good-looking acquaintances, not somebody in your regular rounds of living who might know, or later meet, your husband."
"I think I can help you," said Crystal. Sydney's wife had still not come back, and Leaf was busy with Gunnar and the bank people.
"Saturday night," said Sylvia. "If he's good enough I may repeat on Sunday. Fred doesn't usually come back from Chicago until the Monday morning flight."
The place of assignation was the Ritter apartment atop the Shaftesbury-Seton Hotel, one of those expensive, quiet and luxurious hotels that only advertised for clients in the NEW YORKER or FORTUNE. The Ritters were strictly a class act, which would thrill Sydney.
Sylvia added: "Whether the man works out or not, you come over to the Shaftesbury on Sunday night. I think it's time we talked about some special things we might want to do with the Avery-Cascade Computer."
That excited Crystal. She was ready to move forward again on her own mission to get that money to clear her name. Her mission had been temporarily scrubbed with the appearance of Gunnar. Miraculously, he had moved on, taking Leaf Campbell, and leaving Crystal alone.
The last time she saw Gunnar was the night three weeks ago when he tried to force the anal outrage on her. Next day an apologetic Leaf moved out from her apartment across the street to Gunnar's. A few days later, Crystal finished her tutoring assignment with the C-M Bank and saw those people no more. Nor Gunnar.
She was glad to be free of Gunnar. He wanted to cheat on the bank. The bank was the worst possible victim of a computer con game, because computer crimes against banks had already happened and been publicized. The C-M computer would be watched more closely than the Domino machine or the current Fisk International machine.
Domino was in the past. She hadn't nicked them for a cent. C-M was Gunnar's target – and good luck to him. Fisk International, with the help of the Ritters, could be just the right set-up that Crystal had in mind – insurance companies were loaded with money but not closely watched.
Sydney, the Personnel Director of Domino, was disappointed when Crystal told him that she wanted him to go out with Sylvia. Then he met Sylvia at a threesome lunch, which quickly changed his tune.
"Go out with her? My God, I ought to pay you and her both! Will she go out with me?"
She would – and did. Crystal could hardly wait for Sunday night, when she'd see Sylvia and hear the full story on Sydney – as well as the other matter.
It didn't work out as well as Crystal hoped. About eight o'clock on Sunday night Sylvia called her to report that Sydney had worked out very well – so well that he was with her at the Shaftesbury to spend another night.
"We'll talk about that other business tomorrow. All right, Crystal?"
"Sure," said Crystal. "Have fun."
She hung up. She had already dressed to walk over to the Shaftesbury, which was only a few blocks away, but she was happy for Sylvia and Sydney. It made her cunt warm to think of all the loving they'd be getting tonight. She even felt a little jealous of Sylvia, now that she was without a man.
At nine o'clock Crystal's door buzzer sounded. There stood Fred Ritter with his overnight bag in his hand and a big smile on his face.
"Just on my way home," said Fred. "Thought I'd stop by and see if you were busy."
Panic froze her. "I – well, yes, I…"
"Sylvia and I want to talk over a special matter with you. Maybe you could walk over to the Shaftesbury with me."
All Crystal could think about was a naked Sylvia and a naked Sydney a few blocks away – and Fred Ritter walking in on them. It would be hard enough on Sydney. It would be death on her.
"I – I don't th-think Sylvia's home. She told me yesterday that she was – uh – going to see her mother on Long Island tonight. May-maybe stay all night."
Crystal shot a desperate glance at her phone. If she could only keep Fred here long enough to sneak a phone call of warning to Sylvia. The mother excuse might work, because Sylvia had told her she often visited her when there was no action. Fred wouldn't check. He didn't care for the mother.
"Oh, that's too bad."
"Muh – maybe you could come in for a drink," said Crystal. She had to keep him here at all costs, until she could flash a warning.
"Why not?" boomed Fred, the happy salesman. He marched into her apartment, dropped his bag, and made himself at home. All she could think was that she had to keep him here and call Sylvia – yet she couldn't call Sylvia right in front of him.
"Tell me about your – project," she said when they had settled on the sofa with drinks.
"Business can wait till tomorrow," he said, and made a dive for her.
She was so astonished that he kissed her twice before she thought to resist. She'd been so concerned with Sylvia's adultery that it had never occurred to her that Fred might also play games.
"Fred! Sylvia's my friend!" she protested.
"Good. Keep her friendship. We won't tell her," he laughed. "You've got a body and a face that won't stop. I really dig you."
"Fred! How would you like it if – uh – Sylvia cheated on you?"
"She never would. I'd kill her. But it's different for a man."
One of those, she thought. Her heart sank. Sylvia was a few blocks away, on Fred's bed, naked and plunging on another man's cock. Fred was here trying to make her. How could she manage it – to save herself, and protect Sylvia, too. First things first. She pushed Fred away.
"Oh, Fred, I like you. You're great-looking, a terrific man. But I just couldn't."
He patted her knee. "Sure, kid, I understand. Just don't mention my little pass to Sylvia. She thinks I never cheat."
"I won't, Fred. I won't."
He jumped up. "Well, I'd better run along to the Shaftesbury. If I'm out of luck here, I can still make it there."
That would give Sylvia enough time, ten minutes or so. She saw Fred out the door and then rushed to the phone. Sylvia's line was busy!
Crystal almost died. Sylvia did only what she herself had done, what many lovers did when they faced an erotic evening. Took the phone off the hook so as not to be interrupted at a critical time. An insistent telephone ringing did nothing for orgasms.
Crystal rushed back to the door. By a miracle Fred was still waiting for the elevator.
"Fred. You've got to come back!"
He returned to her apartment, grinning. He tried to grab her. She backtracked.
"Fred. I want to know now what scheme you and Sylvia are up to. I've got to know now!"
He took her in his arms and boldly rubbed his belly against hers. "Baby, I promised Sylvia we'd only tackle it together. Let's have a little fun first."
He got his hands on her buttocks, forcing her belly to his, gyrating so his cock stood up in his pants. He was in a full blush of lust.
"Fred, dammit, business before pleasure."
He hooked the back of her neck with his hand and brought her face up to his.
"Crystal, you take me into that bedroom of yours. We'll get naked. You give me the start of a good suck and I'll talk."
All she could think of was that sex with him had one great advantage. It took her off the hook as far as her part of Sylvia's adultery went. If she gave him sex, he couldn't say one word about her part in Sylvia's action…
Naked with him on the bed, she found her own lust rising. It had been two weeks since her last sex. Back then there'd been a flurry of lots of sex, with her happy little cunt filled again and again. Then nothing.
Fred Ritter had an okay body, softish but not too soft. He had a sturdy cock, not as big as some she'd had, rather short, but thick. It could groove lots of joy into her.
As he dug his palms into her breasts that always seemed to drive men crazy, she went down on his prick, and to her surprise she thrilled to ecstasy right away. Her hot little box HAD missed all that sex.
"Oh, Fred, this is wrong!" she cried happily. "I shouldn't be doing this."
"Me, n-neither," he gasped. "Still – as future partners…"
She sucked his blade greedily, letting all the good feeling expand her belly, wet her cunt, thrill her nerves. It was a thick little beast and it would feel terrific in her. His hands on her sensitive nipples also heated her eager body. She gave him a dozen luscious sucks and then squeezed and jacked off his member in its casing of her silken saliva.
"T-Tell me, Fred. Tell me what we're going to do."
He kissed her throat. He kissed each breast, making loud sounds. He kissed her mouth. Then, panting, he hugged her and made good on his promise.
"It's an old racket for an insurance company," he told her. "What's new is that your computer makes it easy in a big way…"
What he and Sylvia planned to do was stuff the computer with new fake policies made out to fictitious names. Then they'd fake the paper work for a loan, which would be okayed by the computer. The loan money would pay the premiums on the fake policies to keep them current. They'd pocket the commissions and part of the loans.
"But you've got a Ponzi scheme," she protested. "They always fail, because you have to keep taking new loans to pay off old loans until you get caught."
"Aha! You forget the insurance business has three aspects, policies, premiums – and claims. If we can fake the policies and the loans, we can also fake the claims to take us off the hook. Money paid out in claims is gone forever, so we can bail out any time."
It excited her just as the hard prick in her hand did. "But we'd have to be deadly careful with the claims. Make them statistically logical so there's no challenge."
"Can your computer do all that?"
"Fred, the A-C 1100 can bend light from space – do anything. IF the programmer knows his or her onions. Fortunately, I'm rated as a mathematical genius."
He hugged her. "Baby, we can even take loans on our fake policies. It'll be like shaking the branches of a money tree!"
"But do you hate your company?"
"Listen, Crystal, it's only average bad. They grant favored loans, against the law, they avoid lawful claims against the law. They charge too much, which is not ethical, and they invest in shaky projects, which is not wise. I just see them ripping off, so we'll rip back and not worry about it."
"I think it can be done!" she said happily.
She knew the size of Fisk International's annual premium take. It was huge, which meant that her necessary hundred thousand might be acquired in about two months and then she could quit.
She turned back to Fred's cock with a warm feeling. It would be fabulous to end her pirate foray quickly and get out of town before Gunnar caused a scandal. She was sure he'd make some little mistake and get caught. He was too angry since his prison term – lacked detachment…
She resumed her suck, reveling in the hardness of Fred's cock, enjoying his rich moans of joy and her own rising sexuality. The Ritters were the best news she'd had since coming to New York.
"Baby, let's get on to the real thing," he cried.
She went back on the bed, opened her legs, and welcomed him into her saddle. She liked the way he touched her. Give credit to older men – they were often better lovers than the young guys, who were crazed by their inevitable youthful fervor.
His thick cock pronged into her while she felt a rush of deep pleasure. It was the front of her vagina that was the most sensitive anyway, so she'd lose nothing by his shorter length, and she would gain by the tight fit of his round rod.
"Dee – lish – us!" she cried happily.
"Oh, baby, we're going to seal a deal tonight," he responded.
He drove into her as if he meant to take his time, lifting them gradually into sex heaven. That was all right with her – she needed a thorough reaming after the arid weeks. He hugged her tightly and…
The phone rang.
He picked it up with a sweep of his hand, almost casually, and handed it to her, smiling down.
"Heh – hello?" she quavered.
"Crystal – it's me… Sylvia."
"Oh, yess."
Crystal burned in embarrassment to be lying on her bed talking to Sylvia while Sylvia's husband's cock rode up her belly. Sylvia would kill her if she knew what an adulterous cock thief Crystal was.
"Crystal – Sydney had to go. He has an early day tomorrow. I feel restless. I'm coming over to your apartment to talk to you about a project."
"Oh, Sylvia, no!" cried Crystal.
"What? Why? What's wrong? You sound funny."
She sounded "funny" because Fred had shoved his cock up in her, smiling. Apparently he relished the idea that it was his wife on the line while he fucked Crystal.
"Don't come, Sylvia. I – I'm too tired… got a headache," Crystal managed.
"Nonsense, dear. I'm already dressed. I'll help your headache. I need company. I'm going out the door right now. I'll be there in ten minutes or less. Bye."
"Sylvia – nooo," wailed Crystal.
Crystal was too late. The phone went dead. Sylvia was on her way here!
"I thought Sylvia was up on Long Island," said Fred.
"I must've been wrong, Fred. She'd drr – she's coming right over here. She's going out the door."
Crystal began to struggle under Fred, but he held her down.
"What the hurry, baby?"
"Sylvia – your wife – she's coming here – fast!"
Fred only chuckled and leaned forward.
"Crystal, do you know how long ten minutes is? It's a lifetime. Especially with sex. The average intercourse takes two minutes. We have plenty of time to finish and for me to get out."
He went on drilling her, groaning in his pleasure. The beautiful blonde was the hottest creature he'd touched in years.
Crystal felt a new thrill added to the sensations she already felt. Fear that she'd get caught in her own apartment with Fred, in this lewd, lascivious act. She fucked up against Fred's cock with faster and faster motions.
"Got to get it off. Got to finish… get presentable."
Her belly really felt great with the added excitement. She turned her head to look at the clock. Yes, they had a whole ten minutes.
"Oh, Fred, it – you – it feels so good… we'll be done so quick," she said.
"You know it, baby. Can't last when anything is this good!"
He leaned forward to suckle her breasts, digging his cock in and out of her. She could tell by the straining tensions in his body and his gasps that it felt fantastic to him to fuck her and eat her nipples at the same time. He sure wasn't going to last more than a minute!
"Ah, Uh, Uh, Uh," he gasped, driving faster.
"Go, go, go with it," she cheered him.
She put her mind to a fast rise to utter glory, a surrender, and a quick orgasm. Inside of three minutes they'd be done and off the bed. She thought she felt that deep down, incredible tickle that came just before orgasm when you felt with delight and a little dismay that you were going to have to give over to the furious exertion of an orgasm.
"ah, Ah, Ah."
The tickle seemed prolonged. She felt full and rich in her belly as she willed herself to orgasm. But orgasm didn't come right away. Instead she felt utter, delicious sexuality up and down her body. Fred's cock was soooo tight on her sensitive areas in the front of her vagina, while her hot little box was so hungry for the erotic sensations that she really didn't feel like ending it with orgasm right away.
"We – better hurry…" she gasped, as much as a warning to herself as to him.
"Oh, baby, just a few seconds more," he moaned in delight.
He had used her naked breasts now, reddened them, and desensitized them with a luscious sucking and nibbling, giving her plenty of pleasure. He moved up to her mouth. She accepted his hot French kisses with cries of delight. Like most women, she enjoyed kissing, both as romance and as erotic stimulation. They gasped and surged and wallowed in their hot lovemaking, tongues plunging, mouths sucking, hearts pounding. It was rich, rich, rich, she felt.
She began to grunt and feel her legs getting that creamy, taken feeling. Purring like a pleased cat, she turned her head to look at the clock. Four minutes had gone!
"Oh, Fred – we've only got six…" she gasped.
"I know, Crystal, I know. Still… lots of time."
"Still – plenty – time. Oh, oh, oh!"
He hugged her tight, most of the feeling going to his prick, gloving in and out of her cunt. Their kisses had been so hot that their lips were raw, reddened, and the nerves temporarily desensitized. It was the same for her. All the luxurious sex feelings were in her breasts and belly as she dragged lasciviously up against his cock.
"I-I – think going," she reported.
"Good, good – have to fin-finish," he managed.
In and out, in and out, with her belly feeling so great that she wanted to float right out into the sky over Manhattan.
Six minutes gone!
"Fred – we – be caught. Oh, Oh, Oh."
"We won't – answer door," he said. "I – hide."
She felt a new shock of horror.
"Fred – I never locked the door – left it open – ajar."
She plunged now as fast as her loins would go, savoring the richness of that fabulous prick. Just a few more plunges – then they'd have to stop. She whimpered as she saw the speeding second hand of her bedside clock.
Seven minutes gone!
"Fred – we've got to stop. STop. Not time – finish."
"Yeah. Yeah."
"Let me up. Let me up!" she cried.
It was desperation time. No matter how good this sex felt, they only had two minutes to make themselves presentable.
Fred would not let her up. Fred held her down and drilled, drilled in ecstasy, murmuring that he had to finish in her cunt or die for it.
"Ah, Fred. Ohhh, God, Fred."
Her own traitorous loins continued to plunge and her every nerve was on fire. Few sexual encounters had made her so hot and eager. Luscious, incredible delights flamed in her belly – and another minute was gone.
She felt a strange feeling she'd never felt before in sex, an utter, complete integration of terror and pleasure in one fusion of wild excitement. In her high, hot condition, she wanted to explode her belly, her body, and disappear in a cloud of pleasure-soaked atoms.
She couldn't disappear, of course. She couldn't get free of Fred, either! He held her down with his weight, hands on her shoulders, eyes bugging out in crazed delight as he drove up the hill in the final stages before orgasm.
They were so hot that their moist bodies were pasted together with sweat. Their bellies, nude, surging, squished out air with obscene, delightful sounds. It felt like his cock had burned through her flesh.
"Fred – ten minutes!" she sobbed.
"I – gonnnnne," he sang.
He locked. His eyes widened. A look of extreme ecstasy suffused his features. "Ohhh, CrystaL – you – fuuucked," he moaned. She felt him jerk and the hot spurts started in her cunt. At the same moment she heard the faint sounds in the other room. Sylvia Ritter had arrived.
Too late! Her own freeze swept up her loins.
"Ung," she gasped. "Got – to…" She gave a hysterical laugh of helplessness.
The sweet, ineffable rush of orgasm took off the top of her head as her belly creamed in extreme pleasure and her cunt began its wild throbs against the hot chunks of male jissum he spurted into her cunt.
"Ahhh, uh uh uh."
"Oh, weeeee," she sighed.
Sylvia came into the room. Her eyes widened and she gave a shriek as she caught the adulterers at the peak moment of climax, her husband seeding the young girl's cunt, while the fucked blonde whined in bitch glory, took the stolen spunk, and reveled in her own hot jerks and throbs of orgasm.
"What's going on here!" screamed Sylvia.
Even through rushes of pleasure, Crystal's eyes filled with misery as she looked at Sylvia. "We – fucking," she admitted, still juicing hotly.