Hal left for work the next morning feeling tired and looking sleepy-eyed in the elevator he saw other men grin and nudge each other with their elbows. Most of them knew about Honey and her boundless appetite for cock. They all thought Hal was the luckiest man in the world.
But he didn't feel lucky right then. He sulked over a rancid cup of stale coffee at his desk. He'd fucked his sexy young wife half the night, in every possible hole and every position he knew.
Finally they both had fallen fast asleep, his sagging cock still wedged snug in her gripping cunt. She lay smiling in her sleep until he hauled his cock out at six when the alarm rang.
If he'd awakened earlier, he'd have fucked her again just for good measure. But as it was he barely had time to dress and get to work. Honey obviously needed another good fuck. She didn't wake up, but as soon as he eased his cock from her slithery wet hole, the dreamy smile on her lips began to fade.
Before he could decide which suit to wear, Honey began to make slow, instinctive fuck motions in her sleep. Her sleek, blonde fringed cunt rocked up and down on their luxurious satin sheets, and Hal knew there was no way her seething pussy would wait nine hours until he returned from work.
Hal was in charge of Inventory Control in a large electronics plant. His office was a metal and frosted-glass cubicle in the accounting department. His years of devoted service to the company had so far earned him only one slight symbol of recognition. The cubicle he occupied was in a section with carpet on the floor.
It was hardly the big executive position that Honey chided him about. To Hal it was just a baring job that demanded great attention to detail. But it paid a lot better than stacking pallets and filling out shipping memos in the warehouse where he'd started.
His assistant was a towering auburn-haired divorcee named Dolores Hartman. Behind her back, other employees often called her Miss Heartless. She might have been a stunning, statuesque beauty. Hal could remember seeing her when they both worked in production, but Dolores apparently turned bitter during her divorce and devoted herself entirely to her new job.
She seldom smiled at anyone and wore thick-lensed-glasses that magnified the blazing intensity of her green eyes. She braided her long, dark coppery hair and wore it coiled around her head like thick rope waiting to moor an ocean liner.
When Dolores first came to work for him, Hal day dreamed about taking her out after work for a few drinks and getting her to unwind and maybe let her hair down, literally. But since then, a kind of competition had developed between them. Dolores was not only good at her job but she gave Hal the uneasy feeling that she wanted his.
She was definitely a woman who wanted to prove something. Maybe that she was better than the man who left her, maybe that she was better than any man. Whenever Dolores found a small error in Hal's work she was quick to point it out never to him, always to his boss.
That morning she flashed a cold and knowing grin when he walked in. Her cool, liquid green eyes flashed up and down looking four times normal size behind her thick glasses. She'd found another weakness, and Hal knew it would not be long before Dolores thought up some excuse to see his boss and just happen to mention how wrung-out Hal looked.
"You must have had quite a night," she said as he passed her desk in the unwalled, uncarpeted section just outside his office.
"Yeah," he mumbled. When she smiled like that, Dolores looked like a prowling shark.
"Too much booze, or too much Honey?" she asked pointedly.
Everyone seemed to know about his wife's voracious appetite for sex. It had pleased Hal at first, knowing how the other men all gazed enviously. But with Dolores, he began to see that knowledge as a threat to his job.
Hal knew he was in no shape to do the detailed work the long columns of figures spewed out of the computer demanded. He downed two cups of strong coffee, bitter enough to dissolve the plastic spoon, before he could even focus his eyes on the small, slightly fuzzy print.
Dolores came in without asking and seated herself in the visitor's chair at the end of his desk, chattering about something Hal didn't want to hear, at least not right then. Her nagging voice sounded like baying hounds about to tree a bear.
"I've already mentioned this to our boss," she said in conclusion.
"Our boss? Look you bitch, he's my boss I am your boss, if you've got anything to mention you better bring it to me!"
"You hardly appear capable of making major decisions this morning," she retorted coldly.
Hal gave her a tight-lipped leering glance across the top of his steaming cup. "If you were a real woman instead of a God damned adding machine with legs, I'd show you just how capable I am!"
"Men," she sneered and spoke the world like she was spitting out shit. "You think sex is the answer to everything, that you are somehow superior because you have balls."
"It's sure the answer to some things," snarled Hal. "A good hot fuck would help a frigid bitch like you get your head on straight."
"That no longer interests me. I can prove my worth in other ways. When the boss sees my figures…"
"The only figure you have that might interest him is the one you keep hidden under your dumpy tweed suits."
Dolores groaned in complete disgust. "I'm as good at my work as any man, better than most. I'd have your job right now if this company wasn't run by a bunch of chauvinist pigs who only have brains in the heads of their cocks!"
"Bullshit," Hal answered flatly. "Capital B-U-L-L, capital S-H-I-T! You only got the job you have because of your fucking cunt and some damn quota we had to fill. There were three men better qualified. When you started working for me, you couldn't tell the computer from the coffee machine!"
Dolores seethed in controlled rage. "But now I'm good enough to handle your job, and you know it!"
"You aren't even good enough to handle my cock, but I'll tell you something. If you want my fucking job so bad, you can have it!"
"Are you serious?" Her eyes brightened with a greedy gleam.
"I damn sure am!" Hal had been thinking about it ever since he got up. He hated the dreary detail work and all the pressure that went with it.
It bothered him, especially that morning, thinking about his sexy young wife at home and her boundless hunger for cock. "You can have it all, Dolores, right down to the fucking cheap carpet on the floor. You can have the headaches and the stomach acid gnawing at your gut. You can have an assistant always sneaking around trying to knife you in the back. If you can handle that, maybe you can work up to the next level. Go ahead and earn yourself some ulcers, high blood pressure and a heart attack."
Dolores looked eager despite his grim description of success. But then a flicker of doubt clouded her green eyes. Divorce made her bitter and distrustful of men. "What do I have to do?" she asked cautiously.
"Just what you've been trying to do all along – fuck me. Only now you're going to do it in a way we'll both enjoy."
"Never! I'd, I'd fed like a whore."
"Better an honest whore than the sneaky double-dealing bitch you've been."
Dolores winced and stiffened her lips. "You don't understand. I've never enjoyed sex, not even with my husband."
"Which is probably why he isn't your husband anymore."
She nodded grimly and then confessed, "I, I have been wondering about you. Wondering how you keep your wife so hot all the time."
"That's one last thing I can teach you before I walk right out the fucking door."
"You're really going to do that? Quit your job?"
Hal nodded with a beaming grin. The more he thought about it, the better he liked the idea. And the chance to fuck Dolores like she'd been trying to fuck him made it irresistible.
"If I leave this office happy, I'll drop my resignation on the boss' desk on my way out – along with a recommendation that you take my place."
Dolores settled deep into thought. Her eyes looked like two murky green pools at first, then the mist began to clear. They sparkled like emeralds when she finally rose from her chair to close and lock his office door. Turning back toward Hal, she began to unbutton the jacket of her heavy tweed suit and a warm, lusty grin of anticipation softened the usual sternness of her expression.
"If I leave this office happy, I don't want your job! I'd much rather be a woman… a real woman!"
"I think we're starting to understand each other at last," he said as he stripped off his tie. In less than a minute they bath stood naked and Dolores was gazing down at Hal's stiff cock.
"Oooooh, God!" she said with a fevered rush of breath. Both hands jerked up to her face. She shuddered nervously and then reached around to the back of her head to uncoil her long hair.
He'd often wondered how long her hair really was. He'd used his natural talent for math to try to calculate how far down her back it would reach if she ever let out those stiff coils. About to the crack of her ass, he'd decided.
As she brushed the kinks from its dark, gleaming mass, Hal saw that his estimate had been a bit short. The shimmering copper waves fell softly and completely covered the firm cheeks of her ripely curved ass.
"You look sexy as hell with your hair down like that."
"It even makes me feel sexy," Dolores said with a slow toss of her head. "It tickles and makes my ass tingle."
"Why don't you flip it around in front and see what it does, to your pussy?"
"I'd rather see what it does to your big cock." Dolores parted the silky auburn mass in two and lifted one cascade over each shoulder.
She gulped a startled breath as it brushed the thick, dark nipples of her jutting tits. The top line of her tit curve was deeply concave, the bottom line heavily convex. The meeting of two opposite cures thrust her sweet, ripe-looking nipples upward begging to be sucked.
"If you have never enjoyed sex, it's the biggest fucking waste of raw talent I ever saw!"
Dolores had a slender waist and soft, flaring hips. Between them she was fingering a dense spread of tawny cunt hair that looked as sleek and shimmering as the pelt of a prime red fox.
"My husband couldn't keep his cock hard long enough to satisfy me," she said in a wistful voice. "After a while, I began to lose interest."
"That's never been one of my problems," Hal said. "I'm going to enjoy beating up that sexy red-furred cunt of yours!"
Warming up was something he seldom had the need or the chance to do with Honey. Fucking this tawny bitch for all she was worth would help cool his angry desire for revenge.
Dolores bent forward slowly, training her hungry green eyes on the throbbing shaft of Hal's cock. Her silky hair spilled over the bobbing length of his prick as she sank to her knees, parting her lips with a hot gushing breath of desire.
"Hhhmmmm," she purred. "My husband's cock would spurt if I even touched it with my lips. I never got a chance to suck it like I really wanted!"
Hal could understand that. If it hadn't been for his delightful ordeal of non-stop fucking with Honey the night before, he'd have had trouble controlling the steaming pressure in his nuts when he felt her hungry lips close over the head of his cock.
"Yyyuuuuummm," she said with a joyous moan.
Her lips worked smoothly, reaching and pulling to draw in more of his hot prick. Her cheeks collapsed and hugged the vein-barked cock in her mouth, and her tongue swirled around it in a fit of long smoldering desire.
Hal worked his hands through the streaming hair draped over her shoulders, digging until he found the hard ripe tips of her up-thrust tits. "Aaahhh," she gasped as he thumbed her bulging nipples in slow, sweeping spirals.
She writhed in delight and pressed closer, swallowing cock until his thick mat of hair chafed hard upon her lips. She nipped softly at the root with her bared teeth and Hal felt spasms of swelling pleasure burn inward from the base of his dick.
"I never got enough practice to get really good at this," she said when she drew back for a needed breath of air.
She gave a startled gasp, squirming with delight as he worked her sharply coned tits in the palm of his hands.
"You can have all you want now. You can suck on my cock until your jaw aches!"
"Yes, yes! Hhhmmm, I just love a big hard cock!"
Dolores tightened her lips into an O and sucked him in again, bobbing her head so fast that it seemed to blur.
Hal responded with a deep grunt, rocking his hips to meet the eager suction of her lips. That pleased her even more. It swelled her pride and confidence to be able to excite a man to such violence.
His hairy cock root thumped against her lips, rocking her back. If her sucking grip hadn't steadied her, Dolores would have pitched over backward from the, force of his anxious thrusts.
Her tits alternately filled and slid from his hands, adding to the mounting heat of her desire. Dolores could feel her pussy squeeze each time he fucked her mouth. Warm oils began to seep from her long unused reservoir.
"I can smell that pretty pussy of yours heating up already," Hal said.
"Oooooh, yes. But I want you to make it boil. I want you to eat my cunt. Kiss my sweet pussy and spear it with your tongue!"
She pushed herself up and leaned backward over the edge of Hal's desk, spreading her long, elegantly tapered legs to show the heated mouth of her cunt slit surging with wet pulses of desire.
Hal loved to eat cunt, especially when he could rasp his tongue up and down over a sweet juicy clit. Dolores reached between her legs and spread the pink lips of her pussy to expose her sensitive little nub.
"Eat it!" she begged with a babble of grunting animal sounds. "Oh, it's been sooo long!"
He had only a moment to think how different the two women he knew best were. Honey solved her most compelling need by throwing herself open to the world. Dolores had attempted to solve hers by shutting herself off, even denying that the need existed.
Hal bent down between the towering copperhead's knees and dragged his lips up the creamy inner surface of her thigh.
"Aaaahhhh," she moaned. "Ooh, that makes my pussy hot and wet and so eager to be eaten!"
Then he thought with a shiver how he'd almost allowed himself to become a bitter, empty shell. The strains and tensions of his job had worn him down and made it all but impossible for him to satisfy Honey's demanding lust. Never again!
He burrowed into the dark, auburn-fringed cunt that Dolores held open for him with trembling fingers. "Huuuuunnngh!" she said with a savage grunt of joy. "Crrrraaaahhhh! You're making my clit burn! Oooooh, my pussy is getting so hot for your big cock! Hhhhmmmm! I want to fuck it all day!"
"And when I've fucked your sultry cunt dry, then I'm going to fuck a foot of hot cock up your pretty little ass!" He hooked his arms beneath her knees and hoisted her legs up over his shoulders, bending her sharply as he pushed her back across the top of his desk.
"Uuuuungh!" she howled in a tense voice.
Dolores could feel his wet tongue pushing and flailing the puckered lips of her ass, kissing and sucking shit hole cringed with a mixture of fear and burning delight.
"I've never done that before," she moaned. "I've never let anyone fuck my ass!"
"You're going to have trouble stopping me."
"I don't want to! Oh, Hal, I'm so hot for your cock now, I don't care where you put it! Fuck me! Fuck me good! Make me forget what a stupid, frigid bitch I used to be!"
"My pleasure, baby!" He climbed upon the top of his desk and roared, "This is the best fucking day I've had in this office!"
"Ooooh, mine too!" Dolores moaned and pitched wildly as he worked the head of his cock around in the tight wet slit of her cunt. She gave a shrill cry each time the heated tip grated on her rigid clit.
"Somebody's going to hear you if you keep screaming like that," Hal warned.
"I don't give a shit! Do you hear me world? I don't give a shit! I love to fuck! And I like it best right here in the office, on top of the desk I wanted to have!"
"Every time you ran to the boss with some stupid little error you found, I dreamed about shoving my cock up your ass!"
"I don't blame you!" Then she giggled nervously. "And every time I did it, I thought I'm fucking that poor bastard in a way he can't even feel!"
"Well, you're going to feel it now, Dolores! You're going to feel it three ways – hot, deep and often!"
"Yes, I'm ready! Do it to me! Drive it in."
Hal hesitated only an instant torn because he couldn't decide which hole he wanted to fuck first. It didn't really matter he knew he'd have both before he let his tawny bitch assistant up off his desk.
It was the heavy, damp scent of musk rising from her cunt that drew him most strongly. Hal whipped the cushioned head of his prick around in the mouth of her cunt to stir the steaming broth. Then he leaned over and rammed his cock into her with one long, vicious thrust.
"Aaayyyyaaatjhh!" she cried.
Outside Hal's cubicle the monotonous purr of calculators and the hiss of shuffling papers came to a sudden stop. The eyes of two dozen employees focused on the shadowed forms they could only see vaguely through the wall of frosted glass.
It added to Hal's excitement, knowing everyone out there was watching him fuck in and out of Dolores, bringing more shrill cries with each deep, twisting stab of his cock.
"Fuck me!" she cried in abandoned delight. "Oooh, fuck me so hard that it hurts!"
Hal's taut, hairy loins slapped on the sleek dome shielding her foxy little cunt. The loud, fleshy ring had a sound like clapping hands. It was the sound of clapping hands! Someone outside the office was cheering them on!
"Yeah, fuck her! Come on, Hal. Screw her like she screwed us!" They both recognized the voice of a man Dolores beat out for the promotion to assistant.
"There's going to be hell to pay when word of this gets to the boss," Hal said, laughing like he couldn't have cared less.
"Fuck the boss. Fuck this whole place! Make me cum Hal – I'm getting close. I can feel my pussy start to squeeze and thrash!"
Hal blanked everything outside the walls from his mind. He drilled into her, slapping and grinding on her cunt mound, grunting deep sounds of lusty delight each time his hard body collided with the softer one beneath.
"Yes, yyyyeeeesssss!" she moaned. "I'm cuuummmmmmmmming! Oh, my pussy feels like a furnace!"
"More like a volcano to me!" Hal gave one last, deep grunt and screwed his hips while his cock began to spurt gushing waves of satisfaction.
"Eeeeeeyyyceeaaaahhhh! This it! Oh, it's the best climax I ever had!" Dolores cried.
"Grungh! It was good for me too. Great, in fact!"
The intense heat of freshly awakened desire flushed all thought of his cheating wife from Hal's mind.