"So you're the one!" Harrison Collins beamed as he stepped in the door and looked over Sheila. "Damn! You're even more beautiful than you seemed at the convention."
Sheila looked at him questioningly. He hadn't been at any of the parties she had attended. She had seen him presiding at meetings, of course. She couldn't recall having ever been within fifty feet of him, though. She must have shown her confusion. He set his small suitcase down and stepped closer.
"I saw you," he assured her. "It was from a distance, but I saw you. Sweetheart, you're a standout in any crowd. I could never forget that hair or those tits."
His face showed complete approval as he looked her over now. She had just made it. She had just finished slipping into the gleaming satin gown. Her hair lay soft and fluffy about her shoulders. The sexy hostess dress was cut low to show maximum cleavage, and was slit up the side all the way to her rump. She had smiled as she looked at the shimmering white material, thinking idly how great it would look as a wedding gown. She wrinkled her nose at her reflection, deciding that it was a wedding gown. She was marrying the company. Nothing seemed more appropriate than wearing it for her fuck with the company president. She pretended to blush at Mr. Collins' compliments, leading hint to the small bar which Mendel Forrest had amply stocked as soon as she moved in.
"What's your pleasure?" she asked as he stepped beside her and ran his hand lightly beneath her tits. She smiled warmly at him, showing her approval of his fingering. "We try to supply your needs around here. I hope we have a little of everything."
"You have plenty of what I want," Collins rasped. "Damn, you're a beautiful woman!"
He turned her toward him and kissed her while he reached inside her gown and caressed her tits. His cock rubbed against her as it swelled in excitement. His body trembled in anticipation. Then he suddenly relaxed and stepped back from her. A laugh rippled from his throat.
"Forgive me," he told her. "I'm afraid I was coming on much too strongly."
"However you like," Sheila answered. "After all, I'm here to please you."
He stepped to the bar and poured himself a drink. He studied the girl as he sipped slowly. He started to speak once, then decided to wait.
Sheila lounged against the bar, posing her ass and tits for him as he watched her. There was something he wanted to say. She had a feeling about it. He wanted to ask her something but hadn't yet found the courage. He poured himself a second drink and downed it much more rapidly. Then he reached out and took her by the hand.
"Did you mean that?" he asked.
"Mean what?" the redhead returned, trying to piece together his meaning.
"About however I like it," he responded. "Would you really do it as I prefer?"
"Of course," Sheila assured him. She felt only a faint flicker of warning, then shrugged that off. Mr. Collins certainly didn't appear dangerous. She couldn't imagine him turning into any sort of a maniac. He was a jolly sort of man, growing more plump with age. His round face seemed pleasant, almost cherubic. She wrinkled her nose at him and smiled warmly. "You tell me what you want," she said, "and I'll do my damnest to satisfy you."
Collins smiled at her. He patted her tits, then left to get his suitcase. Sheila followed him to the bedroom and pulled the coven back in preparation. She began slipping her gown off when she saw him removing his suit. He reached out and stopped her.
"No," he said. "It looks so beautiful on you. We'll get it off later. At fist, just take off everything underneath."
"All I have beneath it is my panties," she laughed, slipping the gossamer fabric down her legs and giving him an enticing view of her thighs in the process.
She waited while he completed undressing. Sheila suddenly suspected that there might be some trick to get his limp cock completely ready for fucking. She watched as he opened his suitcase and pulled out a small whip. It was made of string, not leather, yet it still had a threatening air about it. Collins handed it to her, then stretched himself across the bed.
"Whip me," he directed her. "I'm going to be a bad boy, so give me my punishment first." Sheila looked down at the lash, then at his chubby ass as he bent over the bed. She shook her head in disbelief. She'd heard about such men. She laughed at her own hesitation. Hell, she didn't want to hurt him. He was her boss, the big boss. She certainly didn't want to hurt a man that important. She didn't want to offend him either, she reminded herself. She had promised to do whatever he liked. Now she had to carry out that promise.
"GO ahead," he insisted, looking back at her. "Don't be afraid, honey. You won't kill me. You'll give me a hell of a hard-on, though."
Almost by instinct she let the whip fall acres his buttocks. Pink streaks sprung over his ass where the lash had pulled across it. She lifted her arm and let the lash fall again. Deeper pink streaks appeared. She struck him again, then again. He gasped beneath her blows, his face getting red from excitement. His body began to pulse heavily, writhing in sexual delight beneath each blow. Sheila became fascinated with the way his ass got brighter red with each slash. She felt her tits heaving in excitement, felt her pussy starting to throb each time she dropped the whip onto him. Damn! She was enjoying this. She was getting aroused as well as Mr. Collins. She panted in her sudden pleasure, lashing at him again and again.
"Ohhhhhh!" he moaned in sensuous agony. "Ohhhhh, Baby! Ohhhhh!"
She struck him more rapidly. She stuck him more viciously. She whipped him until he was writhing beneath her. She struck him until she was trembling and shaking with wild delight. She whipped him harder and faster, her lust rising frantically inside her.
Suddenly he rolled onto his back. He grabbed the whip as she struck again, gabbed it and pulled her onto the bed with him. He jerked the lash from her and threw it across the room. His hands ripped the expensive satin from her body as he came up over her. His cock was immense and threatening. He pushed her flat on the bed and brandished his glowing pecker above her.
"Look at it, Baby!" he panted. "Look what you did to it! Now you have to pay for what you've done to it!"
He laughed crazily as he pulled the thick shaft down toward her pussy. Sheila shivered as it touched her cunt-mound. This aught to be a hell of a fuck! Damn, he had grown a cock during that whipping. She panted to feel it stretch her pussy open. She ached to feel herself impaled on all that meat.
"Get even with me!" she hissed. "Come on! Drive that prick into me!"
She helped him get the head against her panting cunt lips, then stretched her thighs wide apart. Collins was sweating in anticipation as he held her hips in both hands and drove the cock roughly at her waiting pussy. The redhead groaned as he jammed it into her. She cried out in pain, feeling as though he was ripping her, in two with that fantastic sword. He slammed it into her, not pausing until he had the thick meat buried to the hilt in her soft pussy. Then he began pumping her slowly. The deliciously tight tit of the cock in her pussy made the fuck that much more wonderful. She could feel every ripple of lust that ran along the giant shaft. Her pussy caught fire from the magnificent friction caused by his slow, deliberate thrusting. His hands came over her tits, rolling the ecstatic globes about with frantic joy. He thumbed her nipples as he fucked her.
"Oooooo!" she moaned. "Ohhhhhh! It's so big! Ohhhh, it's wonderful! Ball me! Fuck me!"
She shuddered as he pushed her legs upward, turning her cunt up to let the cock drive at her with greater ease. She draped her knees aver his shoulders and rocked back and forth, her body aflame with the gorgeous sensations that came boiling up from her pussy.
Harrison grasped her buttocks. He pushed a finger up her bum and finger-fucked her ass. His other hand came back to her tits, mashing her nipples back into her tits. He fucked her with greater vigor, sending his cock up her with more rapid thrusts. Her pussy glowed beneath his power. Her body ached and throbbed with naked lust. She wiled about, her pussy sucking eagerly against the magnificent intruder.
"Uhhhhh!" he panted. "Ohhhhhh! Uhhhhhh! What a fuck! What a gorgeous pussy! Ohhhhhblt!"
"Yes! Ohhhhh, yes!" the redhead screamed back. "Fuck me! Ooooeeee! Ride me! Bang it at me! Oooooeeee!"
His cock began shuddering crazily in her. The huge throbs sent her pussy into rapture. Her nerves, already frayed, went wild from the boiling lust. Sheila lay paralyzed as her orgasm suddenly gripped her. She was helpless. Her pussy was vibrating wildly. Her cunt sucked and chewed on his cock while her dim ax blazed through her.
"I'm coming!" she finally gasped. "Ohhhhh, I'm coming all over! Don't let me go alone! Empty that beautiful cock! Fuck me! Ooooo! Fuck! Fuck! Aaaaiiiii!"
She thought she would faint from the force of his wad. His cum spurted into her cunt, deepening her climax. They shook and trembled through the wild orgasms, then finally fucked slowly and gently. Collins smiled down at the girl and kissed her forehead softly.
"Now you know why I wanted to be punished first," he told her. "My cock usually hurts girls. I feel like I ought to give them a chance to punish me before I use it."
"It didn't hun me," Sheila answered him, hunching her pussy along the huge shaft. "It gave me the most wonderful fuck I could imagine."
Her cunt grabbed at his prick as she felt another spasm shake her. She caressed his cheek and rolled her tits against his hand as he fondled her affectionately. She dropped her legs down and brought her thighs together, pinching his cock with the tightening of her pussy. They laughed like children, playing with each other happily and carelessly.
They toyed with each other that way for almost an hour, then got up and went back to the bar. This time Sheila joined him in a drink. They took their drinks to the small kitchen and mixed up an omelet together.
"You have reasons for staying with the company here?" Collins asked her. "I mean, is there a particular reason you haven't asked for a transfer to New York?"
There was no reason now. Until she split with Tom there had been a reason. The redhead shook her head. She told him she was anxious to go wherever she could have the best chance for advancement. Collins nodded, his expression indicating that he would consider the matter at a later date. They finished the omelet, then shared another drink. By the time they had finished both were ready for another round in the bed. This time, however, it didn't take a whipping to get his big cock stiff. As they fucked Sheila realized that it had become much more important to settle matters with Tom. Tomorrow night she would see to it that he was off her back forever.