Gina Matthews was about to open the door to the secretarial pool, but stopped short when she heard one of the girls squeal.
"I tell you, they were the most fantastic hunks I've ever seen!" the girl was saying breathlessly. "All hairy and tanned, and you should see their muscles!"
"Where?" another girl asked, more than mild interest was in her voice.
"You know where they're building that new office over on Cooper? Well, there's four or five of them. God, they're beautiful!" The girl giggled loudly. "And you know what one of them said to me? He said if I'd like to take the afternoon off, he'd tie me up and fuck me!"
"No!"
"Yes!" the girl said. "I tell you…" When Gina entered the office, the girls immediately went to work, cutting off any further conversation. Although Gina pretended she hadn't overheard, it was obvious from the way the girls flushed that they knew she had.
"Please see if you can type these without any glaring mistakes," Gina said, handing a stack of papers to the girl who had spoken.
"Yes, Miss Matthews."
Gina gave the girl a curt nod. She headed for the office door marked "Mark Witherspoon, CPA".
"Gina!" Mark said, looking up from his work. "I haven't had a chance to thank you for last night!"
"Really, Mark!" Gina said, as she quickly closed the door. "Some of the girls might overhear!"
"And what if they did?" the man laughed. "I'm sure they've heard about sex by now! They could probably even teach us some tricks!"
Gina flushed with embarrassment. What had gotten into her last night?
The answer to that was about two bottles of wine – and Mark's big cock!
Gina had avoided Mark this morning until she could iron out her thoughts. As she stood before him, she suddenly realized that nothing had been resolved.
She had accepted his dinner invitation, and drank much more than she was used to. She then allowed him to take her to bed. Now, she regretted it! Ever since leaving his house, she had that old familiar itch!
By the age of thirty-one, she had fucked several men. Some of them were even as good looking as Mark. But invariably, she was left needing something more.
Sure, she had orgasms with men, but they were nothing more than she could do with her own fingers. Coming was a pleasant enough sensation, but afterwards, there was always that dull ache – like something else should have been there.
Mark had come the closest to satisfying her. He had a huge, hulking frame and big brown eyes. And his cock! Christ, his prick must have been ten or twelve inches long and as big around as her wrist!
She felt her heart skip a beat just thinking about his cock entering her pussy. His prick stretched her cunt painfully.
"How about tonight?" Mark asked, interrupting her thoughts. "When I woke up and you weren't there, I thought I was going to go crazy!"
"Really, Mark!" Gina whispered, "you shouldn't talk…"
"Or how about right now?" The man grinned and stood up. "I could lock the door and…"
"No!" Gina said quickly, moving backward. "There's too much work to… I, uh, I don't know about tonight…"
She practically ran from his office! Without even glancing at the girls in the outer office, she fled to the privacy of her own office. She noticed her hands were shaking violently.
About twenty minutes later, she gathered up a large folder, and marched out of the building and headed for the attorney's office.
Then, as if pulled by some unseen force, she walked in the direction of Cooper Street, two blocks away.
Well, she reasoned, what is the harm in viewing a new office building site? After all, the company was interested in more space.
The words the girl had spoken came back to her.
All hairy and tanned muscles wanted to tie her up and.
She turned the corner and squinted at the hot August sun. A gentle breeze swept her shoulder-length red hair about her face. For a moment, she seemed to lose her footing, and reached out instinctively for support. A strong arm grabbed her.
"Hey, better watch it, sweet thing!" said a deep masculine voice. "Wouldn't want to damage those goods!"
When Gina had regained her balance, she jerked her arm away and looked into the man's face. His eyes, however, were looking at her tits. She thrust the folder of papers up against her tits.
"Thank you," she said, her voice frosty. "I… I didn't see that board there."
"How about coming in the shack with me and have a Coke or something?" the man asked, giving her a wide grin. "It's about time for my break and…"
"I beg your pardon?" Gina gasped. The nerve! Some dirty, little construction worker asking her for a date! What would you call a Coke in a construction shanty? "Of course not," she said, taking a step backward.
"Suit yourself, babe!" he said, a smile still on his face.
Gina wanted to run and run, but she couldn't seem to move her feet. She merely stood there and stared at him. Her eyes looked over his body.
He was well over six-feet tall and he had a body like a young, Greek God. His muscular flesh was covered with short, corn-colored hair. His chest was bare, tanned and sculptured. His chest ran down to a waspish waist, and between his legs she could see a thick mound of cock inside his dirty jeans. His hands were large, capable-looking.
"You like what you see?" the man said, a tone of sarcasm was in his voice.
Gina looked into his clear, blue eyes and felt her mouth open. Then hardly knowing what to say, she turned and ran, her heels clicking on the pavement. She heard the man give a long, throaty laugh.
She darted into the first open door she saw and leaned up against the inside wall, feeling her heart pound.
"What is wrong with me?" she whispered to herself. "I… I must be going insane!"
In those few moments when she'd looked at that rugged, sweaty man, she had had a flash of them fucking together. But, it wasn't any ordinary fantasy. He had his large hands around her throat, and his hairy, muscular body was next to hers. His massive cock was grinding in and out of her swollen pussy.
And, she would be tied up! She would be taken with brute force and made to commit horrible acts!
Thankfully, she was inside a darkened lobby of a restaurant, because she suddenly climaxed just thinking about fucking him. She almost bent over double, then squeezed her legs together, to make the feeling go away.
"Are you OK?" a voice said. "You look sick."
Gina somehow managed to regain her composure. She gave the man a quick nod and moved out the door.
She fought the urge to go back and sneak another glance at the man; instead, she raced for her office. Although she refused to admit it, she knew she wanted to be fucked.
She was going to take Mark up on his offer. And, if he'd changed his mind, she would tear off his clothes and rape him!
If she didn't get a cock inside her cunt, she was really going to go crazy.
"You girls take the rest of the afternoon off," she said, walking into the outer office. Then, to their stunned faces, she added, "Now. Out. Scat!"
After herding the girls from the office, she walked toward Mark's door. Without knocking, she walked inside and gave him a hunted look.
"You back already?" Mark asked. He then frowned. "Hey, you OK? You don't look so good."
"You sure do," Gina said. "Good enough to eat."
Mark gave her a long look, unable to believe it was the same Gina standing in front of him. She was always so classy-looking, in complete control. Now, however, she looked more yielding. He felt his cock throb, pressing against his trousers.
"You mean?" he began, hardly believing his luck.
"Unzip your pants," Gina said, swallowing hard, "I'm going to suck your cock."
Before he could react, she swiftly moved around his desk and pulled him around in his swivel chair. She then dropped to her knees before him and yanked on his zipper. When his massive prick flopped out, she gobbled his cock into her mouth with one suck.
"Holy fucking Jesus!" Mark exclaimed, still stunned by her action. "Wha… what are you doing?"
Before answering, Gina licked and chewed his cock until it was rigid and standing straight up against his stomach. She then slowly began darting the tip of her tongue around his massive, purplish-colored cockhead.
"I'm going to suck the living shit out of you," she murmured. "Remember how you asked me to suck you last night?"
Mark, indeed, did remember. And, he also remembered hex saying no. Still, he had considered himself pretty lucky to fuck her. No one else he knew had ever gotten half that far.
"Suck," he said dully, his mouth hanging open. He then seemed to come to life. "Yes, baby, suck me," he gasped, placing his hands on the back of her head and forcing her face down on his prick.
When her warm mouth slipped down his cockshaft, he thought he was going to blow his wad right then and there. Christ, she was a fantastic-looking lady with her flaming red hair, her cat-like green eyes, and her huge tits.
He also remembered that first feeling when he'd thrust his cock inside her cunt. Her pussy was so tight and hot. Maybe she hadn't moved around much, but he hadn't cared. When he'd fucked her, it was the most satisfying experience of his life.
And now, she was sucking on his cock like there was no Goddamned tomorrow!
"Ohhhh," Gina gurgled, moving her mouth up from the root of his cock. She let his cockshaft flop from her lips, then kissed between his hairy, thick balls. "Don't go yet," she murmured. "Let me suck you for a while."
"Baby, you can do anything you want," Mark said. "Just don't stop, for God's sake!"
In a way, Gina felt she was betraying Mark. Although she was sucking on his prick, she was pretending it was that construction worker's cock. His cock would be all sweaty and dirty, smelling of dried piss and cum. His hands would be on the back of her head demanding that she suck!
And, if she refused, he would…
"Make me suck you, Mark," she whispered, moving her mouth up to his cockhead once more. "I… I don't know how… but I want you to… make me suck you off."
Mark didn't exactly know what she meant either, but he was completely in tune with her feelings. He spread his legs a little wider, then grabbed her by the hair. He jabbed her face brutally between his thighs and humped his cock upward at the same time.
"Suck my cock, you motherfucking cocksucker," he growled. "Goddamn you, if you don't suck me off good, I'll beat the living shit out of you!"
His words inflamed Gina, causing her pussy to twitch with the most thrilling sensation she had ever felt. She squeezed her knees together, then felt the cuntjuice melt around her throbbing clit.
She slowly lowered her hands, as if someone were pulling her arms behind her. A couple of seconds later, she locked her wrists together at the small of her back.
This is how he would do it, she thought. He would tie a rough piece of rope around her hands and then knock her to her knees. He would stand before her and jab his cock unmercifully into her throat. And when she refused to suck his cock.
A thundering wave of release shot into her pussy with such force she thought it was unlike anything she'd ever known. The times she'd played with herself or fucked were like handshakes by comparison.
"Mmmmffff!" she choked, rocking back and forth. She ground her wrists together, almost able to feel how the ropes would cut into her flesh while she was being violated. Another scream burst from her lungs as her pussy exploded again.
"Fucking damn!" Mark grunted. She was sucking on his cock like a milking machine, practically yanking his balls into her mouth. "I… I can't wait, baby. If I don't come now, I'll fucking…"
When Gina felt the base of his cock expand, stretching her lips painfully, she knew it would be wonderful. She had sucked a man once, but had never let him cum in her mouth. The taste before he had blown his load was acrid, sticky, making her gag.
This time, she was going to make sure she sucked up every precious drop.
And, it would be that construction worker's cum. She would hate his cum and love it at the same time. He would load her mouth up and refuse to let her spit his cum out. He would make her choke on his cum if necessary.
"Suck, you fucking slut cocksucker!" Mark cried, shoving his cock deeply into her throat. As his cockhead speared between her tonsils, he felt his cum-load boil, up the center of his prick and gush against the back of her throat. The first drop bursting from his cum-hole caused a near-painful spasm of release. "Goddamn you! You cocksucking shit-licking whore. Suck! Unhhhh! Eat me dry!"
"Aaaghhhh!" Gina gurgled, feeling his cum explode in the back of her throat. Part of his swirling juices shot upward, behind her nose, then burst from both her nostrils. The rest of the fiery liquid dribbled into her stomach. She gave another choked cry, sending a splatter of cum into his chocolate-brown pubic hairs.
"All of it… cum-sucking… whore," Mark growled, thrusting upward with his cock. He could now feel his jism swirl around his prick, bathing his cock with warmth. Her tongue was working so furiously, her mouth felt almost like a pussy. "Suck… chew, gargle my cream down!" he panted, feeling the bulk of his load spew from the end of his prick.
Gina bounced her head up and down so quickly her hair looked like a flaming halo around her head. Each time his spurting cock jabbed between her lips, she seemed to have another climax. Each throb was better than the last one, until finally she was in a constant orgasmic state. Oozing wads of cunt juice seeped around her panties, gluing the silky material to her red-gold pussy hairs.
"Mmmmffff," she groaned, experiencing one last and beautiful convulsion of raw release.
"Oh… God… Goddamn," Mark gasped, relaxing the hold on her head and letting his arms fall to his side. "I… I think you sucked my fucking cock dry!"
Although he had stopped moving, and merely sat there in the chair, Gina still worked wildly on his cock. When every drop of cum had been swallowed, she gobbled his balls into her mouth and tried to milk his balls some more. Finally, she pulled away from his prick and lay her head on his thigh.
"That… that was so good," she murmured, inhaling the aroma of his cock and balls. "I… I've never had anything like that before."
"Neither have I," Mark said, shaking his head. Christ, she was like a different woman! "What brought this on?" he asked. "Whatever the hell it is, I hope it happens again. Soon."
Again, Gina felt guilty. She had fantasized about another man while sucking on Mark.
She certainly couldn't tell him about it.
Then, her feelings of guilt were replaced by shame, and it was all because of that… that construction worker and his leering smile. No, it wasn't his smile. It was that big, thick mound of cock she'd seen in his dirty jeans.
"Beautiful cock," she whispered, eyeing Mark's withering prick. "Mmmmm, I could suck cock day and night."
"Then how about tonight?" Mark asked.
Gina didn't know whether to say yes or no. If she said no, she'd feel ridiculous. If she said yes, would she again be confronted with the same emotions?
"Sure," she finally said, leaning back. "I let the girls go for the day, by the way," she added. "I hope you don't mind."
"Baby, you can do anything you want around here," Mark laughed. "You just fucking name it!"
How about hiring a construction worker to service me in my office? she thought.
"Christ, I must be going insane," she said aloud, although not loud enough for Mark to make out the words.
"What'd you say?" he asked.
"I said, I'd see you tonight," she answered, then quickly got up, smoothing her skirt.
"Hey, you don't have to stop now, do you?" Mark asked. "I think I could go another round or two if you could."
"No," Gina said. "I… I think I'll take the rest of the day off and… and get my hair fixed or something. You mind?"
Before he could answer, she was out of the office. She gathered up her things, knowing full well where she was going.
She was going to go past that construction site once more today and get another look at that man.
With her heart thundering in her chest, she walked out of the building and toward Cooper Street.
When she rounded the corner, she walked down the sidewalk looking out of the corner of her eye. She heard a loud, lewd whistle, and then a man's voice.
"Hey, Tony!" the voice said. "Here comes the frost queen. I think she's in love with you!"
For some reason, Gina felt a wave of fury, yet it was directed to herself. Here she was, playing games, and at her age! It was like something kids in junior high would do – go out of your way to see someone, then ignore them grandly.
"Welcome back," she heard Tony say.
Gina bolted like a rabbit, afraid to look back. She heard the men laughing, and felt tears stinging her cheeks.