Sheila parked her car in the broad drive and looked up at Mr. Forrest's mansion. She knew that he held a very responsible position in the company, but she hadn't really expected anything so large and imposing as this. She turned on the interior light in her car and attempted to check her make-up.
Her boss had just flown in from a meeting in New York. He had called and asked to speak with her personally. That had been flattering enough to the girl. Then, when he told her that he wanted her opinion on some proposed new procedures, she had been ecstatic. They arranged for her to bring several files of papers out from the office tonight and go over them with the district manager.
"Personal assistant," Ruby gasped when Sheila told her. "He wants to make you his personal assistant. I told you that as soon as you made that pretty little cunt available around the company your career would take off!"
Since the New Orleans convention, she had seemed to carry new importance around the office, the redhead realized. The men treated her with the respect that they usually gave to only two or three of the most senior female employees. Ruby was right, Sheila admitted. Spreading her legs had opened quite a few doors for her. She shivered in the crisp evening air and walked quickly up the steps of Mendel Forrest's home. The door was opened almost immediately. A sour-faced butler admitted her, asking her to wait for a moment until he could inform Mr. Forrest that she'd arrived. He stepped into one of the rooms off the entrance ball, then came back to her immediately.
"Mr. Forrest is waiting," he told her, allowing his face to crease into a formal smile. His eyes were smiling more openly, though. The redhead felt them on her as she walked to the door. The old boy had hot pants in spite of all that pompous appearance, she decided.
"Sheila!" Mendel Forrest exclaimed, coming across the room to greet her. It seemed odd to hear him address her in this way. Mr. Forrest had always spoken quite formally to her. Even when he kidded her about how well she was built, he did it in a cool, aloof way. He took both her hands and squeezed them delightedly. Sheila noticed that he wore an elaborately brocaded dressing gown, like she had seen several times in the movies. She didn't think, until now, that any men really wore clothes like that. The men she had known lounged about the house in a T-shirt.
She looked around the room as he poured them brandy. The room was exquisite. She was still staring around her at the elaborate desk and chairs, at the rich upholstery, at the huge paintings, when he laughed and handed her the brandy.
"No, honey," he chuckled, "I haven't been embezzling company funds. I happened to marry a very rich woman. The house belonged to her family. I just try to blend in with the surroundings."
He took the stack of papers she had placed on his desk, thumbed through them for a moment, then tossed them carelessly aside. His eyes were serious as he looked at her again. He cleared his throat nervously, then managed to speak in a more husky, less certain, voice.
"I hope that you didn't think I wanted you to drive all the way out here just to bring me some papers I could have picked up as I came from the airport," he said.
Sheila looked at him, her eyes showing her slow realization of what he really wanted with her. He wanted to screw her! This was a compliment! As far as the girl knew, none of the other girls in the office had ever fucked him. He was a little free when it came to hugging all of them, but he'd never bedded any of them. Now he wanted her. Her eyes sparkled as she looked up into his face. Now it was Sheila's turn to swallow and gulp for words. Finally, she settled for nodding her willingness.
"Yes," he mused, "I heard that you were sometimes willing to put out for the company. Lately, I hear, you've become quite an aggressive young career woman."
"The bed, it seems, is the quickest way to get your attention," she snapped back. "If I have a soft pussy, then you're more willing to consider that I might also have a bright mind."
Forrest laughed with her and finished his brandy. He took her half-filled glass and walked back to the decanter, pouring a generous amount in both glasses. Then he returned her glass to her and led her to a door at the far end of the room.
"Nice to find a girl so direct," he murmured as his hand rested on her ass. "You're correct, I must admit. A girl with your body can get any man to show an interest in her intellect. There's practically no limit to the possibilities for your future in this company."
He opened the door to a small, gorgeously appointed bedroom. Satin sheets shimmered on the bed. Mendel Forrest laughed nervously and guided her towards it. He reached about her waist and cupped one tit lovingly. He squeezed the heaving globe, then stepped back and began unzipping her dress. His hands trembled with excitement as he reached inside the dress and caught both tits in his hands, pulling her back against him and kissing her neck frantically.
"Sheila! Sheila!" he panted. "Ohhhhhh, Sheila! I've waited so long for you!"
He pulled the dress from her shoulders and let it drop over her hips. The soft nylon fell to the floor as he unhooked her bra and tossed it aside. He turned her back to face him and leaned his face down into her tits, sucking them and cupping them hungrily. The redhead ran her fingers into his grey hair and caressed him slowly while he kissed each swollen breast with infinite devotion.
"Quickly," he panted. "Get your panties off. I'm so hard already that I'm about to lose my mind."
Sheila looked up as she slipped her panties down her legs. Forrest pulled his robe apart. He was naked underneath. He smiled as though he'd played some sort of trick on her. His cock stood upright, waving before her as it pulsed and throbbed in his eagerness. She backed toward the bed and sat on the edge. The touch of the soft satin against her buttocks sent tiny chills of delight through her. Sheila slipped her legs up on the bed and propped herself against the pillows while Forrest stood beside her, smiling down at her naked loveliness.
"God!" he breathed. "You're beautiful! You're the most beautiful toy. Want to play with me?"
He nodded and sat beside her. Then he did something that took her completely by surprise. He opened the drawer of the table beside the bed and took out a tube of lipstick. While Sheila watched in amazement, he began applying the lipstick to her nipples and areolas. He covered them with the red lipstick, then opened her thighs and painted the lips of her pussy just as thoroughly. Sheila gradually recovered from her surprise and began tingling in anticipation of this fuck. She had done enough screwing around by now to appreciate a few variations. If lipstick on her cunt and tits turned him on, then she was all for it. She smiled at him and opened her arms, thrusting her glowing breasts upward for his inspection.
"Like?" she asked, causing each tit to bounce on her chest teasingly. "Satisfied?"
"Very!" Forrest gasped, then pulled one tit up in both his hands and planted his lips firmly over the lipstick. He sucked her tit eagerly, hungrily. His tongue lapped at her nipple, sending sparks of sensual pleasure surging through her tits. She moaned and twisted luxuriously beneath him, her fingers running along his shoulders, then about his cars. She turned her body towards him, moving her legs gently against him and tingling at the touch of their skin.
"Yessssss!" she whispered. "Love them! Suck them! Mmmmmmm!"
Sheila realized that he had soft music playing from somewhere in the room, slow, erotic music that vibrated through her. The lights gave a golden haze to the bed as they glowed from beneath rich shades on the lamps. She basked in the richness of the scene, shuddering pleasantly as Mendel Forrest sucked more deeply on her tits. His cock lunged as she slipped her thigh against it. Forrest sucked more frantically at her tits, pulling and rolling the ripe breasts insanely. His tongue lapped over one nipple, then the other. Sheila moaned again, her body pounding with rising demand. She leaned toward her boss and rubbed both tits heavily over his face.
"God, what a beautiful girl!" he whispered, looking up into her eyes. "Ohhhh, you're so lovely!"
He rubbed his face against her tits again, then slowly kissed down her tummy. His body slid down her legs until he had himself where he could get his face into her pussy while she pulled her foot up into his throbbing cock. She taunted his cock with her foot as his lips pressed into the lipstick-smeared cunt. He kissed her pussy with short, rapid smacks of his mouth. He kissed along the quivering lips of her cunt. Then he opened his mouth and matched his lips to the shape of her pussy. Sheila gasped in delight as he suddenly began sucking on her. He sucked deeply into her gushing cunt, then licked at the oozing lips. His tongue set her opening on fire before he slowly began lapping at her clit.
"Oooooeeee!" the redhead panted. "Ooooeeeeee! Suck me! Eat me! Oooo! I like it! I like it!"
She saw his body shake as he laughed into her glowing pussy. His cock leaped about, sending shimmering thrills through her. They rolled from side to side, writhing in pleasure as he sucked and blew up into her pussy. Sheila was getting hotter and hotter for him. She wanted the cock to get in her. She wanted him to ride her, to pump her, to fuck her roughly and deeply. She groaned in her need, her breath coming in sharp pants of anxious demand.
"I want you!" she shrieked. "I want your cock! Hurry! You've got me on tire! Fuck me! Please, fuck me!"
Mendel Forrest looked up at the plea in her eyes. He touched her wildly rotating breasts tenderly. There was a mist in his eyes as he smiled at her, a hazy glow of moist adoration. She smiled as though he totally adored her, then slowly came up over her. Sheila grasped his hard meat and squeezed it tightly. She pumped him three, four times, then led the lunging prick toward her aching pussy.
"Beautiful girl!" he muttered. "Beautiful pussy!"
His body was shaking as she pulled the head of his cock against her pussy lips and then eased the meat inside her, stopping just as he entered. His bulging head rubbed sensuously against her clit while one hand began caressing her tits into throbbing madness. He had one hand at her tits, one hand on her ass. He didn't plunge his prick deeply into her. He kept the hot cock just at her cunt, fucking her lightly until she was ready to scream louder in her desperate demand for him to start really fucking her. Her clit was already in flames. He didn't need to work her up any more. She was ready for fucking. Damn! She was ready to have him rough her up a little bit. Her pussy clutched at his cock as spasm after spasm raced through her. She wrapped her legs about him and hunched over his big, throbbing cock. He laughed softly as her cunt exploded into a fantastic orgasm. He kept taunting her clit as she surged through her blinding climax.
"Ooooooeeeee!" Sheila gasped. "Aaaaiiiii! Ohhhh, yes! Yes! Yes! I love it! Fuck me! Oooooeeee! What a glorious fuck! Mmmmmm!"
Sheila screamed and chattered as her orgasm shook her. She gasped and panted in total rapture. "Shoot it!" she begged. "Ohhhhh, shoot me with it! I want it! I want to feel it! Oooooeeee!"
Forrest continued to tease and taunt her as she soared through the powerful grips of her orgasm. He was still playing with her as she finally began to calm down. He smiled, down at her and leaned over to kiss her lips gently. He caressed her cheek with one hand, then bent his body so he could kiss the nipples that still ached from her lust.
"That's my beautiful girl," he said in a silken voice. "That's my lovely young woman. Ohhhhh, it feels good to have my cock in your soft pussy."
He kept up the taunting play of his cock against her clit. He began to stroke her tits again. Wendel Forrest kissed her, kissed her shoulders and neck. His mouth came over her lips. His tongue slipped into her mouth. Their tongues met in teasing, passionate play. Then he began sucking her breath. They spread their lips wide, still keeping them tightly pressed together, and drew deeply on each other. Now he began moving his cock in delicious circles inside her stretched and pulsing cunt. He cupped her tits together, thumbing her nipples.
"Mmmmmmmm!" Sheila moaned as her body began throbbing again. "Oooooo!"
She was leaping about the bed, unable to control the dramatic surges of passion that ripped through her. Sheila knew she was getting ready for another climax, an even more consuming orgasm. She shuddered in tense anticipation, then jerked in lust as he slowly began driving his cock deeper into her sweltering cunt. He started thrusting, ramming his beautiful cock into her with slow, deliberate strokes. The sensuous contact of prick and cunt sent fire through every nerve in her body. The redhead hugged herself against him, rubbing her tits frantically against him and hunching herself against the driving cock with wild intensity. She could hear the slap of their bodies, the sound of his pecker as it stirred her flowing juices. She felt the tense quivering of her pussy lips that came just before her climax. Sheila twisted her face free of his lips so she could scream her terrible demand.
"Now!" she wailed. "Do it now! Ohhhhh, please! Fuck me! Shoot it to me! Fuck me!"
"This time," he chuckled, "I have no choice. Damn! I couldn't hold it back if I wanted to!"
He didn't. He became a maniac as he started balling her roughly. His cock plunged deeper and deeper into her cunt as she trembled beneath the power of her second orgasm. She was still thrilling to the beauty of their lust when his cock roared within her. His cum splashed through her, splattering all about her pussy. He held her tightly, rolling her about and driving his cock at her like some madman.
"Uhhhhh! Uhhhhh!" he panted. "Uhhhhh! Ohhhhh! Fuck that pussy! Ohhhhh, what sweet pussy!"
"Aaaaaaiiii!" Sheila screamed, rolling about in wild throes of ecstasy. "Ooooooeeee! Ride me! Ooooooeeee, ride me!"
They gasped and panted through the powerful explosion of their passion. Then they lay quietly beside each other. He caressed her tits tenderly once more. He kept kissing her as he held her cradled against him. Sheila stroked his cock lovingly, amazed that such an older man could have such good fucking left in him. She smiled contentedly. If this was what it was going to be like to fuck the bosses, then she was all for it. She kissed him on the cheek, then on the lips, and squeezed his cock playfully.
"Young lady," he whispered, "you passed the test."
"What test?" Sheila asked in confusion. Hell, she hadn't been trying to prove anything. All she had been after was a good screw. She'd sure the hell gotten that. She was already satisfied.
Then Forrest explained what he had in mind. They needed a girl, a beautiful girl, to be available for visiting brass and for a few important clients. They would provide her with clothes and a swank apartment. She would still work at the office, but in a more important capacity. She would be listed as his special assistant for marketing research. The evenings the company did not need her pussy, she was free to live her own life. All they demanded was that she not cause the company any embarrassment.
Sheila sat up on one elbow and looked at him. Her first reaction had been to refuse. That was like being a prostitute. She didn't like that at all. Hell, she fucked for pleasure, not for money. Forrest seemed to understand her resistance.
"Look at it this way," he suggested. "You'll be serving the company. You'll be learning about the business. You'll be making important contacts and getting to know the top personnel. It's a perfect situation for a girl with ambition."
She thought that over. Yes, she could see the possibilities. Chance for advancement and opportunity for pleasure, all rolled into one neat little package. She nodded her consent, then snuggled back against him, reaching back to his balls and fondling them.
She lay basking in the warmth of their fuck. She sighed deeply, her eyes closed. Perhaps had they been open she would have seen the tall blonde woman who walked into the room and stood propped in the doorway. As it was, she wasn't aware of Mrs. Forrest's presence until the woman spoke.
"My!" the cultured voice cut through the stillness. "Didn't you find a lovely one for us tonight!"
Sheila was petrified as she looked up into the smiling face of the chic blonde. She clutched at the sheet, trying to cover herself. What good would that have done? The woman would know that she'd just been fucking her husband. The scent of cum still filled the room.
"Hi, sweetheart," Mr. Forrest called up to his wife. "I hoped you would get here before Sheila left."
He turned to the redhead, smiling warmly. He didn't show the slightest hint of concern about their having been discovered. He pulled the sheet away to leave Sheila naked and exposed to the careful scrutiny of the blonde who walked over to the bed and stood looking down at the girl. The smile was still on the woman's face. She nodded to her husband, then wrinkled her nose affectionately at Sheila.
"I'm Madelyn Forrest," she said smoothly. "Mendel has been talking about you for months. I'm so happy you finally consented to come out and join us for a little evening of pleasure."