Cora Peterson was so shocked that for a moment she couldn't even move away from Phil's office door. She never would have hired that new secretary, Rhonda, if she hadn't thought that it was safe. Now Phil had invited Rhonda to go out with him and she had accepted. She just couldn't believe the amount of hanky-panky that went on in this office. It was just awful.
She walked quickly back into her office and shut the door. She flipped her roll-a-dex to Carole's number and dialed. This was one time when Carole would be glad to have lunch with her. After all, what were friends for?
Carole Underwood hung up the phone and dammed her closet doors. You're damn right she'd meet Cora for lunch! If Cora was right, this could be just what she was waiting for.
Carole knew that Phil was going out with other women. She'd suspected plenty, but maybe this time she'd be able to prove it. Then she could be free to go out and do what she wanted. She didn't want a divorce, just freedom. She wanted the same thing Phil had the freedom to go out and fuck whomever she wanted, whenever she wanted. Two could play at this game and it was time she got in on the action.
Cora left the office at two o'clock, pleading a sick headache. She had gotten the information Carole requested. She had given her Rhonda's husband's phone number and address, copied carefully from the personnel records. She hoped that there wasn't going to be any trouble. Carole had sounded a little strange when she had talked to her. Cora twisted her hands nervously. She really didn't want to cause any trouble. She liked Rhonda. She really seemed like a nice enough person, but she should know better than to play around with Phil Underwood. It would serve her right if Carole caught her.
Cora drove up in front of her apartment building and walked slowly in the entrance. She checked her mailbox and let herself in the door. Then she went straight to the kitchen and made herself a nice, big drink. She had a feeling that she was going to need it tomorrow. Phil Underwood wasn't going to get by with cheating on Carole this time, not from the determined way that Carole had sounded. She wondered why Carole had asked for Bill McGrath's telephone number. She could hardly wait until tomorrow morning to find out.
Cora's thoughts wandered back to the time when she had entered into a fling with a married man. It had been her first job, ten years ago. She could still remember that Wednesday afternoon when Pete Andrews had invited her to the bar across the street for a drink.
Cora was feeling a little tipsy. She just wasn't used to drinking so much but Pete had insisted she match him, drink for drink. She knew that she shouldn't go to his friend's apartment for that one last drink. She did anyway, though. She had been a virgin much too long and his wife would never find out. She needed that promotion be was talking about and this seemed like a sure way to get it.
"Come on, Cora," he said, smiling at her. "If you're nice to me, I'll make sure you're a personnel assistant. They always ask for my recommendation, you know."
Cora did know. Pete Andrews was consulted on every promotion and his word was law. It was certain that she would get the promotion if Pete recommended it. She sighed deeply.
"Alright, Pete," she had agreed. "Whatever you want."
Pete's hands lingered for a moment at the back of her dress. Then his fingers unzipped it smoothly. "I've been waiting for you for a long time," he moaned. "You don't know how long I've dreamed about you."
Cora couldn't help it. She felt the heat in her pussy grow and she started to cream helplessly. She wanted it just as badly as Pete did. She wanted to find out what the rest of the girls in the office were talking about. She wanted to try fucking and see how she liked it.
"I… I… I've never done this before," she whispered, blushing deep red. "I'm a virgin, Pete."
"You're joking," Pete said, laughing. "No woman over twenty-one is a virgin anymore. How old are you, Cora?"
"I… I'm twenty-five," Cora stammered. "I am a virgin, though. You'll see."
"You are serious, aren't you?" Pete replied, staring at her closely. "You really are a virgin. I'll be damned. This is going to be more fun, than I thought."
Cora blushed under his close scrutiny. Despite her outward sophistication, she was beginning to feel a little nervous.
"I… I… I hope you don't mind, Pete," she said. "I mean… it probably won't be as much fun as fucking someone who's experienced but I'm a quick learner. You just tell me what to do and I'll do it."
Pete laughed loudly. "You just relax, honey," he said, patting her an her ass. "I'll show you exactly what to do. Now just take off those clothes and we'll get down to business."
Cora let Pete finish unzipping her dress. Then she turned her back and shrugged out of it, letting it fall to the floor. "Unhook my bra, will you, Pete?"
Pete snapped the hooks on her bra with a practiced gesture. If Cora had any doubts about his experience, site knew better now. He had unhooked her bra with one hand. It took a lot of practice to do that.
In a few quick seconds, Cora's clothes were laying at her feet. She took a deep breath and turned to face him.
"Jesus!" he gasped. "I didn't know you were such a beauty, Cora. I just never dreamed a… I mean with your suits and things at the office and your hair up in that knot… I just never thought you'd look like this."
Cora laughed. She knew that she looked good. She just didn't flaunt it like some of the girls at the office. She always wore very prim clothes that managed to hide her lush curves. She could tell that Pete was happily surprised and it made her feel doubly good.
"Like it?" she asked sexily, twirling around and letting her long hair fall freely to her shoulders.
Pete's mouth was open. He gasped again as her firm titties jiggled provocatively. His eyes swept over her curvy body and fastened on the silky brown bush of her pussy.
"I'll say," he managed to reply. "Come on over here, honey, and I'll show you what fucking's all about. I have a feeling you're going to love it."
Pete pulled her to him roughly and fastened his wet lips to hers. He kissed her thoroughly and she sighed when it was over. She hadn't cared much for the kissing part. It was just too wet and messy. She hoped the fucking would be better.
She spread out on the bed the way Pete asked her to. She had visions of him caressing her titties and kissing them with his wet lips. She was eager to feel the thrills that the other girls talked about.
Pete didn't even touch her titties though. He just pulled down his pants and took out his cock, displaying it lewdly.
"Here it is, honey," he said proudly, jerking it back and forth in his hand. "Here's the thing that's going to get rid of your cherry for you."
Cora couldn't help but stare at it. It was big and stiff… a poker of hard flesh, sticking straight out like a pole. She couldn't help but feel a little fearful. It looked so awfully big and hard and her pussyhole was so small and tight.
Pete laughed rudely at the expression on her face. "Don't look so worried," he said. "I know it's a whopper, but we'll make it fit."
He knelt between her legs and held his cock like a pole in front of him. He pushed it against her tight pussyhole and grinned widely. "Not, just relax and it'll go light in," he said. "Just relax and it'll be all over."
Cora did her very best to relax. She wanted to give him a good time so he'd remember to promote her. She shut her eyes and prayed for him to hurry and get it over with.
Pete reached up and grabbed her titties in both hands. Me squeezed so hard that the tears came to her eyes. Then he lunged at the same time. Nothing happened. His cock wouldn't go in.
"Damn!" he swore softly and drew back again. Cora thought he was going to quit. She breathed a sigh of relief. Her poor pussy hole was stretched out as wide as it would go with just the very tip of his cock inside.
Then, without warning, Pete lunged again forcefully. His cock battered against her pussy hole and she screamed shrilly. It felt like he was trying to drive his cock through a solid wall of flesh. Her head swam and she almost passed out from the white-hot pain that shot through her tender pussy flesh.
Pete lunged again and the pain went on. He snorted through his nose and plunged forward, muttering curses.
Cora felt her pussy ripping apart and an incredible wave of pain rushed through her. Suddenly the world turned red and then mercifully black.
When she opened her eyes Pete wasn't on top of her anymore. She could hear him singing a pop song over the roar of the shower. She reached down and touched her tender pussy. It was bloody and sticky. There was something white seeping out of her torn pussy mouth and she knew that Pete had fucked her and shot his load of cum while she was still unconscious.
She wiped her pussy dry with some Kleenex she found and struggled to get back into her clothes. She didn't even want to talk to Pete. The whole thing was just to horrible.
Pete came out of the shower and grinned at her like nothing had happened. "You sure had a hard little cherry," he said, putting on his shoes. "You's going to thank me someday for getting rid of it for you."
Cora nodded because she didn't know what else to do. She slipped her dress over her head.
"I'll see you at the office tomorrow," he muttered, pushing his arms into the sleeves of his coat. "I'll make sure you get that promotion. Just lock the door behind you when you leave."
After Pete had left, Cora couldn't get dressed fast enough. She didn't even bother to put on her nylons. She just slipped her feet into her shoes and ran out to her car.
When she got home she spent a long time in a hot bath. Her pussy was still sore and aching. She shuddered every time she thought about Pete's hard cock squirting into her pussy when she was out cold. She couldn't, for the life of her understand why the girls at the office were so enthused about fucking. She hated it and she hated men like Pete who demanded that girls sleep with him for their promotions. She decided that she didn't like fucking one bit. She would never let another man do that awful, degrading thing to her. Men were beasts. She knew that for certain now.
When Pete got fired several months later, Cora wasn't a bit unhappy about it. He had been caught with an important executive's wife. She laughed when the girls at the office told her about it. It served him right. She wished that everyone who fucked would get caught at it. It was such a degrading thing. She was glad that she was above all that.
Cora came back to the present with a jerk. Her pussy was aching, just the way it had when Pete had shoved his cock in her tight cuntmouth. It was doing something else though too. It was throbbing in a very familiar way. She knew what that meant. It meant that she was horny.
She sighed deeply. Well, she knew how to take care of that. She would satisfy her naughty pussy in a civilized way. She didn't need a man to take care of her needs. She had her little cordless vibrator and that was all she needed.