When she awoke the next morning, Erin began to remember the events of the previous day, and she wondered if she was not simply remembering a strange dream. The question had quickly been answered, and she began to wonder how she had let herself do what she had done with Jack. But she also remembered how she had felt when he had eaten her, and when he had balled her. She could not find the will power not to get dressed when Ben reminded her that he was to drop her off at the Romes' on his way to work.
She moved as if in a daze, and she wondered what Ben would say if she told him about what she and Jack had done. Then, she also wondered what he and Carla had been doing. She felt confused. She wanted to refuse to return, but did not know how she could explain her refusal to Ben. She told herself that there was nothing wrong in what she was doing, and that she was simply doing it so that Ben would be happier. She did not want to think about the pleasure she had experienced, or think about what might be planned for today.
As Ben drove her toward the Romes' offices, Erin found herself pulled between feeling like a nervous schoolgirl and someone whose repressions were again trying to take command. She concentrated on the unrestrained pleasures she and Ben had shared the night before.
His appointment set for after he got off work, Ben dropped her off at the Romes'. He took note of her nervousness as he kissed her goodbye, and he watched her walk away from the car. Feeling uncertain about the whole thing, he told himself that he was being foolish and drove off for work.
Inside, Erin braced herself and entered the office. Pouring coffee, Carla glanced back at Erin with a warm, friendly smile.
"Good morning," Carla said, and offered the cup to Erin.
"Morning," Erin nodded.
"How're you feeling today?"
"Oh? all right, I guess," Erin answered vaguely.
"Second thoughts? Nervous?" Carla asked as she poured her own coffee..
"Why, yes," Erin said with surprise.
"Don't feel bad," Carla smiled. "Everyone does. It's just like when you learn to swim or ride a bike." She sipped her coffee, and watched Erin relax a little. "How were things at home last night?"
"They were great," she had to admit, and she blushed as she remembered kissing Ben's cock, and Ben eating her snatch.
"Good, good. Sometimes patients find it difficult to remember why they've come here, and allow themselves to give in to jealousies, and guilt feelings. But I was sure you and Ben were too together for such nonsense," Carla said, and Erin smiled with a feeling of pride. "Well, come into my office, won't you?" Carla said as she opened the door.
Erin moved past her, and Carla closed the door behind them. Music played softly, and Erin remembered being on the couch in Jack's office.
Carla motioned her toward two chairs that were placed together.
Wondering why they were facing the wood paneled wall, Erin crossed to the chairs, and sat down. She looked up and realized that Carla was dimming the lights in the room, and she felt a tinge of uneasiness.
"These rooms are sound-proofed," Carla said as she walked around in front of Erin and took hold of the edge of one of the panels. "The glass you'll see is a two-way mirror. The mirror part is on the other side, and we can't be seen," she said, and she slid the panel back.
Erin stared with surprise. On the other side of the glass was a large room with a huge water bed. Jack stood beside the bed, and he was undressing. Carla moved back and sat down in the chair next to Erin's.
Erin glanced over at her, and realized that the chair was set a few inches farther back than hers. Carla was calmly watching her brother remove his shoes and socks.
Erin looked back toward Jack and saw him unbuttoning his shirt. She stared with fascination at his lean, muscular body. Knowing that he could not see her, she felt more relaxed about looking at him. He unbuckled his belt and unsnapped his slacks. Erin's breathing had become shallow.
He removed the shirt and unzipped his pants. Erin's hands kneaded the hem of her skirt as she watched him lean over to slide his pants down.
She eyed his firm buttocks, his strong thighs, and his cock. He stepped out of his pants and was naked. She stared at his prod, which was huge even though flaccid.
Jack turned to watch the door open, and the woman he had been with when Ben had first phoned now entered. She wore a translucent blouse, and Erin could see her big tits quiver gently beneath the fabric as she approached Jack. She was otherwise naked, and Erin found herself staring at the dark ringlets of her muff and at the woman's shapely legs.
Jack said something to the woman, and she slowly lowered herself to her knees before him. He looked down calmly at her as she leaned forward to kiss his shaft and raised her hands to run her fingertips over his sac.
Erin's mouth felt dry, and she swallowed hard. The questions and doubts that had started to form in her mind were being washed away by fascination and arousal.
The woman's lips parted, and her tongue began to slide up and down Jack's tool, and it began to stiffen. Erin moistened her lips. The woman curled her fingers beneath the weights of his big balls and gave his bulbous knob suckling kisses. Erin's cunny was pulsing deeply.
"Take notice of the technique she is using," Erin dimly heard Carla say. "See how she employs her lips, her tongue, and her hands to harden his cock."
Erin did not even think about it being Carla's voice. She was remembering how Jack had eaten her, how Ben had eaten her, and how she had been afraid to take Ben's length into her mouth. She remembered wondering what it would be like to take Jack's cock into her mouth.
Now, she was watching another woman doing it. She felt stirrings of jealousy.
Jack's cock stood out from his body in full erection.
He smiled as the woman took his head into her mouth to suck and lick.
The woman's full, globed ass moved from side to side, and Erin could see moisture gleaming along her slit. The woman began to take his thick shaft between her lips.
"Pay attention to how she doesn't rush things," Carla's voice said,
"and how she's fondling his balls."
Erin watched the woman take more and more of his shaft into her mouth.
The woman angled her mouth and neck so that they were aligned, and she took more of his length into her mouth. Her cheeks drew in as she sucked at him, and her hands moved over his loins so that her fingers caressed through his hair while her palms and heels stroked his balls.
"Notice how her mouth is just able to encircle his thickness," Carla pointed out, "and think about how much she has taken into her mouth, how much of his long cock."
With this, Erin realized the woman was taking Jack's head and upper shaft down into her throat. She stared with amazement.
"Think of yourself doing this. You can see that it isn't hurting her, isn't forcing her to gag or anything. Think of yourself taking Jack's big cock into your mouth. Think of taking Ben's cock into your mouth.
It's just a matter of learning muscle control to do exactly what she's doing," Erin heard her say, and she shivered with arousal at the thought of sucking on Jack's cock. "Look at the pleasure on his face.
Think of the joy in creating such pleasure, such arousal," Carla prodded.
Erin glanced up at his face and again felt jealousy.
She saw Jack's eyelids lower as his mouth opened, and she wanted to be the one giving him such pleasure. She knew that her thoughts were less than logical, but she did not care. Her arousal was continuing to build as she watched the mouth sliding up and down his swollen rod. She continued pulling at the hem of her skirt, and her wrist rubbed against the insides of her lower thighs.
"Do you feel aroused by the sight of their passion?" Carla's sultry voice asked. "Is your cunt damp, your clit throbbing?" Carla asked, and Erin found herself nodding. "Here," Carla whispered, and Erin glanced down as the woman gently took hold of one of her wrists to guide it upward.
Erin wanted to protest as her hand was moved up her thigh, and caused her skirt to be pushed up. Yet she could not summon the will power to simply stiffen her arm in resistance, and did not want to continue looking away from Jack and the woman. She looked back at the couple and felt her hand against the humid heat of her cunt, only her thin panties between. Her hand was guided higher, and her fingertips touched against the waistband of the bikini panties.
The woman raced her suckling mouth up and down Jack's prick, and he was moaning with passion. His hands touched the woman's dark hair, and he arched his hips toward her. Erin's fingers slid beneath the panties.
Jack thrust his cock in and out of the woman's mouth. Erin's fingers moved through the soft fur of her muff and pressed into her wet slit.
The woman's hands slid back between his thighs so that she could caress his root and his ass. Erin's thighs spread as her fingers curled up into her snatch, and she pressed her thumb against the electric pulsings of her clit.
"Think about how it'd be to be sucking on his cock," Carla said as she stood up, and she silently moved her chair back. "Remember how it felt when it was his tongue in your cunt instead of your fingers. Remember how he moved his tongue," she added, seeing that Erin was unaware of her actions.
Erin felt intoxicated with her arousal. Doing as Carla had said, she recalled how Jack had gone down on her, and she moved her fingers as he had moved his tongue within the hot marsh of her furrow. Behind her, Carla leaned forward and reached over Erin's shoulders without touching her. Her fingers began to open the buttons of Erin's blouse. As though hypnotized by the sight, Erin continued staring as Jack fucked the woman's suckling mouth. She did not even notice that her blouse was open and that Carla was unfastening her skirt.
Erin's thumb dabbed at the incessant burn of her clit, and she murmured with pleasure, her mouth opening as if to take Jack's cock into it.
Carla moved around to kneel at an angle before Erin's legs so that she would not block the view of Jack and the woman. She reached across with one hand, and took both sides of Erin's skirt in her hands.
Erin felt the skirt tugging down against her hips and rose slightly without thinking, not wanting her concentration to be disturbed. The panties slipped down from her hand and cunny and from her ass. Erin sat back down as the clothing moved down her calves and lifted her feet for them to be fully removed. Smiling to herself, Carla stood back up to move around behind Erin again.
Jack's fingers curled in the woman's hair, and his lips pulled back from his clenched teeth. He appeared to be in a carnal frenzy, and Erin rubbed her clit faster. Her cunt was tightening and loosening with excitement. Carla's hands pressed against her shoulders, and Erin leaned forward to avoid having to be bothered with anything else. She was unaware of her bra being unsnapped.
The woman's hands clutched at Jack's ass with desperation, and her head bobbed faster and faster upon the reddened pole of Jack's shaft. Erin was moaning without realizing it, and her rounded ass cheeks twisted against the seat of the chair as she churned her fingers in the raging hive of her cunt. She did not notice that Carla had gradually turned the lights back up.
Jack's body arched forward and stiffened. The woman sucked hard. Erin's fingers curled and stretched in her cleave, and her thumb kneaded her clit. She leaned forward toward the glass. Her shoulder and hand were beginning to ache, but she did not care, and her accelerating ecstasy obscured the aching.
Jack's body shook, and the woman stopped moving her head. Erin trembled as she saw the base of his cock shaking. The woman's throat shifted as she gulped, and Erin knew she was swallowing down his come. Erin's mouth pulled wide, and both desperation and passion showed on her face as she began to come. Jack staggered back a step, and his jerking rod pulled partially free from the woman's mouth. Erin's clit was sizzling with eruptions of electric energy, and she cried out. He went back another step, and his prod came fully free. Erin gasped. His climax was receding and the flow of his come lessening as it splashed over the woman's lips and chin. Erin's body shuddered as she came, the image of his fountaining tool filling her mind as her eyes screwed shut.
Ecstasy expanded throughout Erin until it seemed to sweep beyond the confines of her body. With that, all the tension left her muscles, and she collapsed back in the chair. After several moments, she raised her eyelids enough to look back through the two-way glass and saw Jack lying back on the bed. The woman was tongue-bathing the last of his spunk from his knob. Erin felt a note of longing intrude on her bliss, and she shut her eyes.
When Erin again looked toward the mirror, she saw that both Jack and the woman had left the room. Trying to clear her head, she sat up and looked around groggily. She was alone in the office and naked but for her beige stockings, her garterbelt, her heels, and her jewelry.
Vaguely, she recalled the bra and blouse being slipped off her while she basked in the afterglow of her climax. Standing, she glanced around, but could not see her clothing. Dressed as she was, she felt more naked than if she had been fully stripped. She jerked her head around as the office door opened, and her hands moved to cover her breasts, and her cunny.
"Come along," Carla said without any recognition of Erin's attempt at modesty.
"My-my clothes…?" Erin said, and slowly lowered her hands.
"You won't need them," Carla said, and her words and manner were both only professional.
Not knowing what else she could say, Erin nodded and went through the door. She glanced toward the hallway door and wondered what she should do if some stranger should suddenly enter. She felt very selfconscious. Carla moved past her to open Jack's office door and motioned Erin inside. Erin's tits quivered sensuously as she walked forward. She did not see Carla smile as she watched her full ass cheeks rock from side to side beneath the narrow band of the lace garter belt, and the swing of her long, shapely legs.
Jack stood beside his desk. Dressed in a dark blue terry-cloth robe, he smiled pleasantly at Erin, and she ducked her eyes with embarrassment.
On his desk were her clothes. Erin heard the door close, and she glanced back to see that Carla had left her and her brother alone.
Again, she wondered if the two were twins, but she did not feel bold enough to ask.
"That woman's quite a cocksucker, isn't she?" he said casually.
"I, uh…" Erin stammered, and found herself unable to look into his eyes.
"Now, you weren't this shy when she was drinking my come, were you?" he chuckled.
"No," she said in a very small voice, and she was aware that she was blushing.
"Look at me," he said, and his tone caused her to obey. "We wanted you to observe what it's really like so that you could think of it objectively," he explained. "How do you feel about the idea now?"
"I-I think maybe I could," she confessed, and found herself unable to pull her eyes from his.
"Very good. Now, tell me what you and Ben did last night?"
"Did?" she asked, stunned that he should want to know.
"We can't progress unless we know the effects of your treatments, now can we?" he asked with a trace of sarcasm.
"No," she agreed. "We kissed, and I-I turned around so that I could… kiss his-his cock, and he…" she trailed off, and then took a deep breath in an effort to get hold of herself. "And he kissed, and… ate my cunt."
"Very good," Jack nodded. "How'd you like it?"
"It felt… very nice," she said. "And I-I wanted to do like that woman did, but I could only do it from the side. I was afraid, I guess, to have him… come in my mouth."
"Well, it was a pretty good day, I'd say," he smiled, "getting your box scarfed twice. And did he fuck you too?"
"Yes."
"On your back?"
"We-we rolled onto our sides at the end," she said, feeling she should push the fact.
"Not bad for the first night, huh?" he asked.
"No," she agreed with a trace of pride at his praise, and she felt glad that Ben had gotten her to come.
He walked toward her, and then around her. His eyes moved over her, and she again felt self-conscious about her near nakedness He reached out and curved his palm under one of her tits as if testing its weight, and firmness.
"Not bad," he nodded, and rubbed his thumb against her erect nipple.
"Good belly," he commented as he rubbed his palm down its smooth curve, and his fingertips followed the shallow to one side of it. "Nice texture," he said as he rubbed the curlings of her muff between thumb and fingertips. "I'm familiar with the cunt," he mused, and moved around behind her.
She had difficulty in swallowing, her throat constricted, and she wondered why he was inspecting her body. She felt pleased at his approval, but disconcerted over his manner. Her lips parted as she felt his hands spread over her plump ass cheeks and squeeze them.
"Bend over, and touch your toes," he told her.
She started to ask why, but caught herself, and did as directed.
"Now spread your feet," he told her, and his eyes moved up her legs accented shapeliness as she did so.
He pressed his thumbs into her rear cleavage and curved his fingers out to the sides of her cheeks so that he could draw her ass open. Erin's eyes opened wide as she realized that he was looking at her anus. Her posture already sending the blood to her head, she was not sure if she was again blushing or not.
"Relax your anal muscles," he told her as he looked at the flecks of golden down surrounding her pale pink anus.
She tried to concentrate on relaxing the muscles, but the press of a fingertip against the soft bud caused her to tighten it by reflex.
"I said relax," he said curtly, and his palm slapped against one ass cheek.
Stunned by the stinging blow, she did as he said, and again his finger pressed against her. Lubricated, it pressed into her anus, and he began to work it in and out, and each time he went deeper. Erin's blood rushed faster, and roared in her ears. She felt billowings of lava-like heat within her depths, and felt dizzy. His finger pressed fully up into her rectum, and she caught her breath. He began to turn his finger, and she was suddenly afraid that he was preparing her so that he could thrust his immense cock up her backside. The thought frightened her.
"Tighten your muscles," he told her as he began to gradually twist his finger down out of her, and she did so. "Now relax. Tighten. Relax."
His finger popped free of her ass, and she exhaled after a few moments as she realized that he wasn't going to butt fuck her. She waited for his next instruction, and remained bent over from the waist with her ass thrust back and up above her spread legs. He moved past her to the desk and sat down on the edge of it.
"You can stand up now," he said after a moment, and she did so.
She stared with surprise as she saw him wiping his finger on her panties. He tossed the flimsy garment aside and walked toward the couch. He opened his robe and removed it. Carefully laying it aside, he lay back on the black leather and looked toward her. She stared at his naked body with fascination and remembered watching the woman give him head. She felt a shiver of arousal in her cunt.
"Come here," he said, "and suck me off."
"Wh-what?" she asked, stunned by his abruptness.
"Suck my cock," he said, "We don't have all the time in the world."
Confused, she slowly moved toward him and stared at his flaccid cock.
She thought about how the woman had sucked it and about how she had felt jealous, and her nervousness began to fade a bit. She felt a desire to show him that she could do it better for him than the woman, and knelt down between his spread thighs.
Hesitantly, she reached out and touched his loins. She began to slowly caress around the base of his shaft, and then moved down over his heavily weighted sac. She watched with fascination as his thick length shifted and felt a sense of pride over having caused the simple reaction. She leaned forward, and her long hair spilled over his hips.
Her, body curved downward from the waist, her fanny was thrust back, and the ivory straps of her garter belt pressed into the insides of her full, rounded thighs. She touched her lips to his shaft, and it stiffened against her mouth. Her eyes still open, she watched his cock move as she opened her lips to lick at it. She curled her fingers down between his thighs and sac, and lifted his big balls to the rubbings of her thumbs.
His eyes closed, and his nostrils flared as she kissed and sucked along his swelling member. It began to lift, and she let it press against her tongue as she realized that it was now time to take it into her mouth.
The old fear began to return, and she squeezed her eyes shut in an effort to concentrate on how easily the other woman had managed it. Her jealousy refired, she raised hi head slightly, and his knob slid up over her chin, and into her opened mouth.
Pleasure showed on his face as she licked at the tip of his cock's head and drew it into her mouth. Her fingers and thumbs massaged his balls as she tightened her mouth around his knob. She felt a rush of triumph at having overcome her fears, and she sucked happily at the thick bulb.
Gradually, she began to move her lips down around his thick trunk, and felt his head rub against the roof of her mouth as she licked at his dorsal vein. His hands spread out upon the black leather of the couch, and his chest rose and fell with his quickened breathing.
Recalling the woman's actions, Erin pressed her thumbs between his balls until she felt the thick mound of his trunk, and she began to follow it downward beneath his sac. His head pressed against her throat and she paused to tighten and loosen her mouth around him. She kneaded his root against the underarch of his body with her thumbs and rubbed against the center base of his ass with her fingertips.
She knew that she only held a small part of his shaft in her mouth, but she was uncertain about trying to imitate the woman by seeking to take him into he throat. Instead, she began to slide the circle of her lips up and down his upper shaft as she sucked and licked. Her cunt was quivering with liquid heat as she caressed and ate him. Each time she moved her lips back down his column, she tried to take his head a bit deeper into her throat, and she aligned it and her mouth. He shifted, and she felt heartened by his response.
Her cheeks drew in as she sucked hard on his prod, and she continued to lick at the underside of it. Her fingertips pressed between his ass cheeks as her thumbs worked up and down his root. His head moved fully into her throat, and she glowed with a feeling of triumph. She felt even more determined to do better than the woman had, and she remembered how she had felt the day before when he had eaten her on this very couch. She wanted to at least equal him in the creation of oral ecstasies.
She moved her head up and down faster, and his body stretched with pleasure. She was not aware of the door opening behind her. Carla stood silently behind them and moved her eyes up past the tops of Erin's stockings to the apex of her thighs. Her position thrust her lower cunt back toward Carla, and the woman could see the dampness of her lips amidst the rusty fur, Erin's lush ass above that.
"Do you want to check out these supplies orders?" Carla asked, and moved to the side of the couch.
Erin's eyes opened wide at the sound of the woman's voice, and she looked over to see Carla holding out several sheets of paper. She was afraid the interruption would cause him to lose his erection, and thus undo all her efforts. As well, she felt embarrassed to be seen sucking Jack's cock, even if it was his sister watching.
"Yeah, okay," he said, and rose up onto one elbow as he took the papers.
Erin continued sliding her mouth up and down his still hard tool, and she felt confused.
"We've still got a box of typewriter ribbons, don't we?" he asked Carla, and Erin wondered how he could separate his mind and body.
His breathing was still deep, and his hips continued to shift as she stroked his root. She closed her eyes, and took his head and upper shaft into her throat.
"Yes, you may be right," Carla said. "I'll check on it. Oh, do you want to make another appointment for our last client?"
"Um, I suppose so," he nodded. "She should be ready for another followup exam in about a week, don't you think?"
Erin pressed the tip of her center finger against his anus, and stretched the length of her hand along his root to the base of his sac.
Her other hand rubbed his root behind his sac, and jostled his swollen nuts. Her lips pulled up and down his bone, and her hair shifted brightly against his loins and hips.
"A week seems about right," Carla said.
"Good," he nodded, and handed the papers back to her.
"How's the mouth?" Carla asked.
"Pretty good for the first time," he said casually, and glanced down at Erin's pistoning head.
"Did you check the asshole out?"
"A bit tight," he remarked as his eyes again closed. "Might as well see to that now."
"All right," Carla nodded, and moved toward his desk.
Their conversation had left Erin bewildered as to what success she was having with him, but she continued sucking his tool into the top of her throat. She heard Carla open a drawer, and then move back toward the couch. She glanced over to see the woman holding a short plastic shaft from which a thinner shaft of flexible rubber extended. She wondered what it was.
Several leather thongs hung from the short shaft's top, and there was a switch on the side of it. Carla moved around behind Erin, and out of her line of vision.
"Oh, if you get tired and want me to come, just let me know," Jack said, and Erin wondered if he was mocking her efforts.
Erin frowned as she felt Carla move onto the couch behind her, and fasten one of the cords around her waist. Carla turned the leather, and the shaft dangled down in front of Erin's cunt. Carla reached between Erin's thighs to draw the remaining thong and the shaft back. Erin's mouth momentarily loosened around his cock as she felt the slender shaft press against her anus.
"Relax the muscles," he told her, and she did so.
Erin felt the tremorings of heat blossom through her ass again as the shaft slid up into her rectum, and she realized that it was slightly thicker than his finger. She sucked harder at his cock.
"Rather a pretty asshole," Carla commented as the top of the thicker shaft pressed against Erin's anus.
Erin swallowed hard at the quakings in her depths, and at Carla's words. Carla drew the thing that connected to the top of the thick shaft up between Erin's ass cheeks, and fastened it to the thong encircling her waist. The shaft was now held securely in place, and she turned the switch.
With a garbled cry of surprise, Erin started as the shaft began to vibrate within her ass. The heat began to roil within her, and her clit was pulsing. Her thumbs and palms tightened against his root, and she sucked harder.
"What speed did you put it on?" he asked, and Erin noted that he sounded short of breath.
"Slow," Carla said, and absently poked her finger into the base of Erin's slit. "How's the cunt?" she asked as she probed curiously.
"Fair," he said, and Erin wished that she had been more active when he had taken her snatch from the rear.
Carla's finger bobbed and thrust within Erin's cunny, and the vibrator hummed within her rectum. She groaned around the girth of his prod. His hips rocked from side to side, and his lips parted to the effects of her energetic mouthings, and to the caresses of her hands.
His arousal, the heat churning up through her ass, and the turning strokes of Carla's finger in her cleave all combined to send Erin's mind reeling. Her cunt and ass seemed to combine into one volcanic pulsation. Her shoulders bunched, and her fanny thrust back as orgasms exploded through her. Perspiration glistened from her forehead as the seizures deepened, and merged. She felt as if she were spinning faster and faster within a whirlpool that was growing more and more intense as it approached its apex. She fought to control the movements of her hands, and to keep her mouth closed against the cries of rapture that sought to break free.
She wanted him to come, wanted to pull his spend from him as the woman had, but she could not seem to. She felt as if she had been sucking his cock forever. She strained to keep going, but carnal fatigue was weakening her.
"Come," she gasped, her mouth opening momentarily from around his tool.
"Count to five, and pull back," he said, "and you won't have to worry about my come."
Amidst the frenzy of her orgasms she felt denied, and yet felt thankful. She pulled her head back from his cock, and her cries came free. His prod bucked, and his thick gizzum hosed out. Coming, she felt the hot broth of his spend splashing against her tits, and her climax accelerated. The vibrator continued to shiver within her ass, and she rose up onto her knees as her hands clutched his thighs for support.
The spray of his come was now striking her belly. With a strangled sob, she reached the peak, and leaned forward against the couch. She murmured with satisfaction. The anal vibrator seemed to extend the afterglow of her culmination.
When she opened her eyes she saw that he had stood up and was now beside his desk with Carla, who was wiping a few drops of come from the head of his tool. Carla was using Erin's bra for the task.
"Well, I've got some things to tend to," Carla said, and tossed Erin's bra over with the panties. "Going to leave the vibrator on?"
"Yeah, let it keep her loose for awhile," he said, and Carla left the office.
Feeling limp, Erin remained on the couch and watched him look toward her. He stared at her, and she glanced down to see his pearly spend clinging to her tits. She wondered what it tasted like, and was tempted to dab her fingertips into it so that she could find out.
"If you want to get hold of yourself, we can move along to the next phase of your treatment," he said with medical coolness.
Ben sat in his office and found his mind wandering from business. He wondered what Erin was doing at the moment. He felt uneasy at the idea that she and Jack were engaged in some sort of sexual activity, but he also felt expectation that she might be even freer in bed than the night before.
"Mr. Harvey?" Amy's youthful voice caressed, and he looked up to see the secretarial substitute standing before his desk. He stared at her blankly for a moment. Her big, violet eyes sparkled beneath the burnished gold furrings of her eyebrows, and her full lips curled at the corners in a smile that dimpled her innocent looking face. "Do you want these letters in triplicate?" she asked, and he looked down at the sheet of paper she held.
She frowned with a slightly hurt pout to her mouth. He had not noticed that she wore no bra beneath her cashmere sweater, which contoured to the wide mounds of her blossoming tits and outlined the cratered pegs of her nipples.
"Yes, in triplicate," he nodded absently, and handed her the letter.
She took it, and moved to the door before glancing back. She wondered if he was not feeling well. The door closed behind her, and he again tried to work, but the phone rang. He lifted the receiver.
"Ben?" a sultry voice asked. "This is Carla Rome."
"Yes, what can I do for you?" he asked with sudden alertness, and he vividly recalled the talents of her mouth and her ass.
"Are you alone?" she asked.
"Yes," he said with curiosity.
"Will you be interrupted in the next… oh, fifteen minutes?"
"No, I don't think so," he said.
"Very good. Unzip your pants, and take your cock out," she directed as simply as if she were giving the first step of a recipe.
"All right," he said uncertainly after a moment, and glanced toward the office door. His desk blocked any view of his crotch, and he felt his prick stiffening as he opened his fly.
"Now, take your cock out," she said, and he worked it free with a bit of difficulty because of its hardening. "And your balls too. If you need to, unsnap your pants to do it, and then refasten them," she said, and in a moment his erect cock and his balls were exposed.
"Okay," he said, and felt feverish as he looked down at the projection of his cock and sac surrounded by his otherwise clothed body.
"Are you hard?" she asked, and he felt drugged by the sound of her voice, and by what she was having him do.
"Yes," he said with a tight voice.
"Do you have an aspirin bottle, or something along that line in your desk?"
"Yes," he answered, and he found that his confusion made it all the harder for him to think.
"Take it out, open it, and empty the contents into a drawer," she instructed, "and then place the emptied bottle before you on your desk."
"All right," he said after doing it.
"Now, place the center of your right palm along the right side of your shaft," she told him, and he did it. "Curl your fingers around till your fingertips are against the center of the left side. Place your thumb along the top with its tip against the rim of your head," she added, and he found himself doing it without being able to consider it.
"Tighten your hand, and loosen it, while pushing up with your thumb as your fingers pull down. Don't stroke, just tighten and loosen, push and pull until I tell you to stop," she instructed.
Leaning back in his chair, he did as she told him, and his eyes began to close. Working the thick meat of his rod filled it with a deep throbbing. His breathing deepened against the mouthpiece of the phone, and he realized that she was still there listening. The thought caused his heart to beat even faster. He looked toward the door and wondered what he would do if Amy or someone else should come in on him.
He was not sure how much time had passed. His mind was clouded with arousal, his breathing ragged, and his mouth dry. His forehead lined at the waves of heat moving through him.
"Now, begin to slowly stroke as you continue the movements," she told him.
The tight flesh over his engorged column pulled up and down around his swollen rod, and his other hand gripped the receiver tightly. His ass pushed back against the seat of his chair, and his heels dug into the carpet. Heat seared through his loins.
"Mr. Harvey?" Amy's voice asked, and he opened his eyes as his hand stopped in mid-motion. The girl stood in the opened doorway of his office.
"Did someone come in on you?" Carla's voice inquired with a note of amusement.
"Yes," he said tightly, and lowered his eyes from Amy.
"Female? Attractive to you?"
"Yes."
"Keep her there," Carla told him, and there was a firmness in her voice. "Start beating your meat again, but just move your hand from the wrist-that should keep it unnoticed."
"What do you need, Amy?" he asked after a moment. He did not know what else to do, and his hand began to push and pull the flesh of his cock again.
"Are you feeling all right?" Amy asked with concern as she noted the dazed look of his eyes, his pale face, and the trance of perspiration at his forehead.
"Fine," he managed through his constricted throat as his cock pounded raptures through his body and into his brain.
"I wondered if you, uh, wanted me to do those reports before the rest of the letters," she said uneasily, "but since you're on the phone…"
"The person on the other end is… off the line for the moment," he answered.
"Look at her mouth," Carla's voice told him, "and remember how it felt yesterday when I gave you head. Remember how the lips felt against your head and shaft, and think about how your hand is making you feel. Now, think about how her mouth would feel around your prick, how her lips and tongue would feel," she continued, and his eyes were fixed on Amy's mouth.
Amy had a slightly wide, girlish mouth. The upper lip was fuller to the center, and curved out and up from its juncture with her lower lip. Her lower lip was full, and her mouth seemed softly pursed for a kiss above the long shallow separating it from her chin. He recalled having seen her lick her lips, and remembered that her tongue was a light pink, and that it was long with a pointed tip. Her lips separated and moved, and he looked at her white teeth for a moment before realizing that she was talking.
"Which do you want me to do first?" was what she had asked, he realized after a moment of backtracking.
"Uh, the reports," he said hoarsely as he consciously willed himself to speak. "But…"
"Keep her there," Carla's voice said with command. "Find an excuse to have her bend over," she added. "But keep thinking what it would be like to have your prick in that mouth, to be coming in it, and to see her swallowing your spunk down."
"Would you-uh, check to see if the zoning charts are in the file cabinet there," he said after a moment's desperate search, and he nodded to the cabinet to the side of the door.
"Of course," Amy smiled, and he could almost see her mouth encircling his pulsating tool.
Amy had wondered about him virtually ignoring her before, and she now was pleased that he was paying such rapt attention to her. As she turned her back to him, she smiled at the idea that his strained breathing might be over her. She leaned forward from the waist to open the bottom drawer of the cabinet, and was glad that she had worn a short skirt today.
"Is she bending over? Her side to you, or her fanny?" Carla asked.
"Back," he said in almost a gasp.
"Don't come yet," Carla's voice said sternly, and he nodded without realizing it. "Look at her legs, and remember mine yesterday," she said after a moment. "Move your eyes upward to where her ass is, and remember mine. Now, think of hers naked, and recall how it felt to have your prod up mine."
His flesh buzzed with a static electricity as he moved his eyes up Amy's girlishly shapely legs; they were long, and he followed her tapered thighs toward the hem of the skirt that was raised high by her posture. At the apex of her legs he could see a dot of pink, and he realized it was the lowest portion of her panties. The jersey of her hiked up skirt molded to the pert, rounded domes of her ass. He swallowed hard as he remembered the controlled push and pull of Carla's rectum, and through his blurred eyes he could almost see Amy's anus bared to his cock's mind-boggling throbbing.
"I can't seem to find it," Amy said, and she was tempted to look back and find out if he was pleased by the view of her legs. She wished she could think how to cause the skirt to rise even higher.
"Should be'" he muttered in an effort to keep her there even though he knew the file was on his desk.
"I'll keep looking," the girl said earnestly, and she lowered herself to her knees with a smile. Her torso's length back from the cabinet, her knees were apart.
He watched her take a handful of files out to put them on the floor, and she lowered herself to her elbows as she leafed through them. The action raised her skirt above the bases of her full ass cheeks, and the light gleamed from flecks of golden down. The pink panties were pulled taut, and they were gathered toward the base of her anal cleavage.
Between her parted thighs he could see the flimsy fabric tightly holding the base of her plump cunny. He bit at his lower lip in an effort to keep from moaning as the lava-like rushes of heat quickened in his prick.
Across the room, Amy shifted her hips from side to side. Smiling, she hoped he was being aroused, and that he would come on with her.
"Can't-" he said in a strangled whisper into the phone, the come straining for release.
"All right," Carla said, 'Yet go of your prick."
He did it, but the surges of ecstasy were too great to be stopped. He watched the girl's sweet little ass swinging from side to side.
"Take the bottle, and press the mouth around the lips of your cock's head," Carla said, and his hand groped out for the bottle. "Now, keep it there till all your come is in the bottle."
He could barely feel the press of the bottle against his knob as he shook with the approaching release of his spend. Abruptly, he wondered what he would do if Amy looked back right now, or if she asked him something. He did not care, nor could he think within the swirling of his mind.
His come blasted free of his nuts, and he gritted his teeth against a groan. His eyes squinted shut, and he saw Amy's and Carla's mouths in his mind. His hot juices raged through him, and he saw their asses in his mind's eye. His body shook as he came, and his gizzum erupted through his shaft and into the bottle. His prod spasmed, and he fought to keep the bottle in place. The thick brew swirled in the bottle. He opened his mouth wide to keep his gasp silent. He swayed with the crescendo of his climax, and almost dropped the phone.
After a few seconds, he swallowed hard, and concentrated on trying to clear his head enough to deal with Amy.
"Finished?" Carla asked.
"Yes," he murmured as he opened his eyes, and he felt relief as he saw Amy kneeling as before.
"When you come for your afternoon appointment, bring me the bottle of your gizzum," she said, and the line went dead.
Stunned by the abruptness of the way she had ended the call, he looked at the receiver for a moment, and then hung up. He wiped his forehead, and looked down at the jar holding his load. He opened the drawer the contents were in, and carefully set the bottle inside. He took a deep breath, and started to put his cock and nuts back into his pants, but he paused with a trace of a smile. Instead, he looked at Amy's thighs, and the backward thrust of her fanny.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Amy," he said, and picked up the file from his desk as she looked around. "It was here all the time."
"That's all right," she smiled warmly, and put the files back in the cabinet. Shutting it, she stood up, and looked at him. He had such a satisfied look on his face that she was tempted to think that the view she had presented him with had caused him to come. Putting the idea aside as foolish, she moved back toward the door. "Will that be all, Mr. Harvey?" she asked, and hoped that he would say he wanted her.
"Yes, and thank you for your, uh, help, Amy," he smiled.
She smiled that he had at least used her name, and she went out. He leaned back in his chair, and laughed softly. He realized that what he had done had been foolish, and he wondered why he had obeyed Carla's instructions without question. True, she had given him two great climaxes the day before, and a third just now, but did the prospect of seeing her naked and fucking her cunt really mean that much to him? No, it was as if he felt a compulsion to please her, and a dread of not doing so. With that thought, he asked himself how far that compulsion could cause him to go in following her directions. He did not know the answer, but did know that he did not regret what had just happened, and that he was looking forward to his afternoon appointment.
He capped the bottle, and looked at its contents of his come with pride. He hoped that she would find it to be enough.
Still naked, Jack was stretched out on the couch with his hands linked behind his head. He looked at Erin, who stood silently a few feet from the end of the couch.
She still wore her earrings, and matching choker and bracelet, and her heels, stockings, and garter belt. The short shaft of the anal vibrator still protruded from between her ripe ass cheeks, and they quivered with the continuing movement within her rectum. He had said nothing about his come, and so it had dried upon the centers of her tits, upon her belly, and on her garter belt. Her eyes were heavily lidded, and she swayed at the prolonged arousal the vibrating dildo in her ass provided her with.
"Come here," he said.
She widened her eyes to try and focus them, and she took a deep breath before attempting to walk on her shaky legs. Each movement caused the vibrator to shift around within her ass, and the room seemed to sway.
She stared at his huge cock thrusting up from above his heavy balls, and she groggily wondered what he now had in mind for her.