"Hello, Nick. Congratulations."
"Thanks, Hank," Nick replied into the telephone. "The phones have been ringing all day with calls from old friends, I guess the word is getting around."
"Sure it is," came the reply. "We all heard what happened with Connors, and that Dennison thing…"
Nick leaned back in his chair. He no longer had a window with a tremendous view of Manhattan, but his new office was far from uncomfortable, and twice the size of his other office.
"Yeah, Hank, things have worked out just fine here," Nick said. "I'm my own boss now."
"And I hear that Dennison Beer has been doing very well since you took over the account."
"Yes, it has. I've already gotten two raises in the three months I've been here."
"Sorry it took so long for me to call, but I just found out about your move."
"Thanks for calling, Hank. We have to get together for lunch sometime."
"Sure, Nick. By the way, I also heard you got married."
"Well, not exactly," Nick chuckled. "I have a roommate, though, and we're thinking about it. Maybe in a month or two."
"Well good luck, Nick. See you soon."
"Thanks again, Hank."
Nick hung up the phone and grinned. Yes, things were certainly working out just fine at his new job. Old lady Dennison never bothered him, and he was free to do anything he liked – so long as Dennison Beer sales continued to rise. His new office was far more comfortable than his last. Nick glanced at a door to his right, and chuckled. Yes, the new office had a few things he liked very much, and the small room with a bed in it was one of them…
He'd told Mrs. Dennison he wanted the bed in case he had to sleep over at the office while working on a new advertising campaign. So far, he'd not slept over a single night. But he'd certainly put the room to use.
Nick was about to pick up the phone and call Holly, but then he remembered that she would be out shopping that afternoon. He looked at the papers on his desk, and decided he was through working for the day. He leaned forward and flicked on his intercom.
"Miss Lewis, come in here please," he said. "I want you to take some dictation." Nick's prick was already beginning to stiffen as he stood up from his desk. He rubbed his crotch a few times as he walked across his office and opened the door to the right.
The room was small, the couch almost filled it. He kicked off his shoes arid sat down. No sooner had he leaned back than he heard a knock on the door.
"Sally?"
She opened the door and entered the room. "You wanted to give me some dictation," she smiled. She didn't have her notebook in her hand.
"Yes, dictation," Nick replied, opening his belt and zipper. "The usual way."
Sally was still grinning as she fingered the buttons of a purple silk blouse. Nick stopped undressing to watch her. She opened her blouse and slipped it from her shoulders, then reached behind her back to undo her bra clasp. The white cups of her bra fell free, exposing her round, firm breasts. Her nipples were long, her areola dark.
"I was hoping you would call," Sally smiled. "I was getting pretty bored at my typewriter."
She'd already unzipped her skirt. Nick watched her slide it down her legs and then step free of the bundle at her feet. Her legs were lean and smooth, a creamy white, her panties were blue and fringed with lace, her pantyhose were clear. She slid them down, then slowly rolled her panties down her legs and stood naked before him.
Nick's eyes roamed over her tits, then dropped to her brown nest, then to her bare, red-tipped feet.
"Put your high-heeled shoes back on," Nick told her. "You know how that turns me on."
She stepped up into her shoes again. Her calves stiffened, her buttocks grew more taut. Nick gazed at her nakedness for another moment, then stood up and stripped quickly.
She was sitting on the edge of the couch as Nick sat down again, naked. Immediately he took her in his arms, running a hand along her warm thighs. And immediately she ran her hand along his thighs and reached into his crotch.
Nick's cock was throbbing in her fingers as she lifted it and stroked softly. Nick's hand reached her pussy and pressed lightly against the brown bush, then a finger reached through the tangle and stroked her cunt lips. They were already wet, and she was already moaning softly.
He knew Sally always heated up quickly. The moment he found her clit and rubbed it between his fingers, she wanted his cock inside her. And he wasn't going to make her wait.
Gently he eased her onto her back. She kicked off one shoe as she lay back, thighs spread, tits quivering as her breath grew heavier and heavier. Her eyes were closed now, but she was still stroking Nick's cock.
He stroked her thighs a few times, admiring the silky smoothness, then climbed on top of her. Her legs shot open further as he settled down between them. She steered his cock to her pussy, then inserted the broad cap in her pink lips.
Nick too was breathing heavily as his chest pressed down against her hard nipples. She opened her eyes for a moment, then closed them as Nick twisted his hips and twirled his cock around in her channel. Then he lunged hard, and filled her cunt to the hilt with his hard, hot flesh.
Slowly, gently, he began to swirl his hips, twisting his cock inside her, shaking his balls against her thighs and buttocks, grinding his chest over her soft tits. She locked her legs behind his back and started to throw her hips up at his as he lunged. Now his cock sliced hard and noisily into her wet, twitching love hole.
In this office, Nick didn't have to care whether or not Sally screamed. And scream she did. He quickened his strokes as he felt her nearing her orgasm, and she began wailing at the top of her lungs, gasping, moaning, slapping her hips against his and scratching desperately at his back. Slowly, Nick felt his cock growing firmer, felt his gism inching into his rod.
"My ass!" Nick gasped. "Touch my ass!"
Sally's thin, delicate fingers slid slowly down his spine and into the crack of his ass. Still pumping, he felt her finger the hairy doors of his asshole, then insert one of her red-tipped digits into his channel. When she pushed hard and drove the finger into his asshole, Nick couldn't help but let loose with a loud shudder of pleasure.
Nick's strokes quickened as she began jabbing her finger in and out of his bunghole. Sally had a certain way of screwing her finger around in his ass, and at the same time fingering his balls, that drove Nick wild. It was he had to admit, the only thing that Sally did better than Holly.
She was nudging his swinging balls now as she screwed her finger around inside him. He sailed into her breathlessly, eliciting a gasp from her each time his fat tool filled her pussy. Bending over, he sucked a nipple into his mouth and began tonguing it as Sally teetered on the edge of her climax.
Another sharp thrust pushed her over the edge, and she squirmed and screamed underneath him as she came. His prick gorged with semen, he plowed back into her creaming pussy and shot his first spurt of seed deeply inside her. That set her off again, another orgasm following quickly on the heels of the first. As his cock spurted and then began to grow limp inside her, she came a third time, scratching his back and kicking him with the heel of her foot as she writhed on the couch under him.
Nick rolled off after a short rest, but Sally was in the mood for more. She fingered his prick as she lay on her back, grinning broadly.
"I have the best job in the city," Sally said. "I like my work, I like my boss. And I love the fringe benefits."
Nick was absent-mindedly fingering her wet cunt. "You'd sure be hard to replace," Nick chuckled, "in more ways than one."
Normally, Nick and Sally's trysts in the small room were brief, for they both had a good deal of work to get back to. But today was slow, Mrs. Dennison was out of town and would surely not be stopping by. And Sally was plainly in a particularly horny mood.
He let her work his prick back to stiffness, then climbed aboard and began screwing her again. This time they squirmed over the couch for a full half-hour before he came. By the time they finished, they were both covered with sweat and gasping, and five o'clock was close at hand.
Sally was the first to climb off the couch and begin dressing. Nick watched her slip into her purple silk blouse, marveling at how the material fell around the mounds of her tits.
"I think I'll take a long nap when I get home," Sally smiled. "Some days this job really knocks me out."
"Knocks you out?" Nick laughed. "Hell, I can hardly move!"
She giggled. "Sorry, Nick. But that was quite a workout, wasn't it?" She stepped over to the couch and kissed him on the lips. "I must've come ten times."
Nick watched her button the blouse, then pick up her skirt and wrap it around her slender hips. "See you in the morning, honey. There may be more dictation tomorrow," he said smiling.
She grinned. "I hope so."
Nick watched her leave the room, her high heeled shoes pushing her ass into a compact ball as she walked. She closed the door behind her, and Nick hopped off the couch and walked to the shower.
Yes, he thought as the water sprayed his body, he had it made. Sally was content to do anything he wanted, and not expect more. She had her life, and he had Holly. Holly. Nick pictured her face, her lips, her full, red-tipped breasts, her tight, warm cunt. He had to laugh when he thought of Julie, and the mistake he almost made.
He dried off slowly, then put on his suit and tie and left the room. It was already after five o'clock when he reached his desk. He made a few last minute phone calls and then left the office for the night.
The strenuous afternoon with Sally had taken its toll. He fell asleep on the bus on the way home and missed his stop by four blocks. All I want now, he said to himself as he walked back, is a good, hot meal on the table, waiting for me. And then a long, hot bath, and a cocktail, and a quiet, peaceful night watching television with Holly.
He climbed slowly to his apartment, every bone in his body aching with fatigue. He thought of knocking, then decided to use his key. But when he tried to open the door, he found the chain held it closed. He knocked, and heard the footsteps approaching the door.
"Hello, darling," Holly grinned as the door swung open. "I was hoping you'd be on time tonight."
Nick's mouth fell open. She was clad in a pink negligee that left a good deal of her chest exposed. A smooth, golden expanse of flesh stretched between her neck and the edge of the negligee, which barely covered her dark areolas. The sheer material revealed her tits underneath, and the smooth expanse of her belly. At the bottom, the pink garment barely covered her ass, her thighs were brown and fleshy under the edge of the material.
"Do you like it?" she smiled. "I bought it today."
"I love it," he said as he entered the apartment. "Turn around, honey."
She whirled, and Nick feasted his eyes on her ass, clearly visible through the negligee. She was not wearing panties.
"I bought it for you," Holly grinned as she stepped into his arms and pressed her warm breasts against his body. "I know you don't need anything to turn you on, but I figured it couldn't hurt."
Nick's legs were weak as he held her in his arms. He still longed for that hot meal, that shower, that quiet night with Holly beside him. But he knew from the way she pressed her tits against him, the way she slid her bare leg between his thighs as they kissed and pressed flesh against his crotch, that she had other plans.
"I think we should go right into the bedroom," she giggled as she kissed his cheek and tongued his ear. "I hope you didn't work too hard today, honey, because tonight I'm going to make you do it to me twice." She laughed. "At least."
"But honey…"
"No excuses, Nick," Holly whispered, pressing her leg firmly against his crotch again. "Now let's go to the bedroom."
Oh brother, Nick laughed to himself. What a life! This seventeen-year-old Goddess was going to kill him yet. And he was going to love every minute of it!