Harriett had also discovered something within herself. Of course she had enjoyed herself with Curt the day before. He wasn't the best lover she had ever had, and his cock wasn't nearly as large as Ike's which she had enjoyed on many an occasion or most of the other men's Ike had had her entertain in exactly the same way, but she did know that she felt something with the young man she had not felt for a long time. She had tried to categorize those feelings as she had lain awake that night thinking about the hot passion and vigor of his youthful lovemaking, and she found that she could only describe her feelings in one way: Love. She was in love with Curt Stevens as she had never been before in her twenty-one years of life. And with the realization came the awareness that she wanted him for herself, not just for an occasional afternoon fling, but always. To live with him, wake up with him, sit with him at night in front of the fireplace.
Which meant she would have to get him away from his young, stupid bride. She would have to see that Curt found out what a slut the girl he had married was. Harriett wanted him to know, to see with his own eyes. She had been thinking about how she could do it, and it meant braving the wrath of Ike Harvey, for it would ruin the whole scam he was carrying on with Curt's wife, but Harriett had devised a story to cover herself, and she reckoned the only one to suffer would be Kim. But before she carried out her plan, she was going to make sure she got her fill of Curt's loving.
"Ike's gone for the day and there's no one in his office," Harriett said. "Why don't you come over for a drink?"
Curt smiled, aroused in spite of himself. "Do you think that's wise. I mean, what if he comes back?"
"I can guarantee he won't. He's hosting a party until midnight and definitely won't come back from all the booze and the broads and everything else just to look at his office. He's not expecting any important calls and there's nothing pending. No reason at all for him to come back. I know. I've been working here for a long time."
Curt hesitated. "My wife is expecting me."
"Tell her you had to work late. That goes with the new
job."
Curt followed Harriett to her office and gazed with wonder at the room beyond the door opposite her desk. It was a full-sized lovenest, with satin sheets, a pitcher of martinis, chilled glasses, and mirrors on either wall flanking the bed. Harriett closed the door and poured drinks. Curt took a big swallow and sighed. It had been a long day.
While Curt watched, Harriett undid the buttons of his shirt and loosened his tie, then ran her hands over the flesh she had bared. He was so young and slender and smooth. Not like the old men she had had to let into her body since she had been given this job. Her mouth roamed over his chest, licking and sucking his nipples, her hands expertly unfastening his belt. She felt a great urgency in herself, now that she had decided she was going to have Curt for herself and that she knew what she was going to do. Of course, Curt would be crushed when he found out that Kim was an unfaithful slut, so she wanted him to remember this fucking when he was despairing.
Curt let her do it all, relaxing and enjoying the way the girl used her experience to make him feel so good. She wasn't awkward and naive like Kim. Kim had a hard time with new ideas with regards to sex. She usually tried, but she often had no idea about a man's anatomy or what made him feel good. Harriett could suck cock, and she had moved like a tigress when he had fucked her the day before. She was the perfect minx in bed.
Harriett moved back and began to remove her clothes, moving to the music on the stereo, unbuttoning her blouse and shedding it with a sensual toss of her shoulders. There was no bra and her breasts jiggled, big and soft before his eyes, pink nipples erecting without any attention other than his gaze. She moved her hips in the trained circles of a dancer, slowly sliding the skirt downward and giving her tits an occasional bounce with an upward jerk of her chest. And then she stood in just her panties.
Curt itched to take her in his arms, but he waited while she finished her strip tease. Harriett continued circling her hips, her feet moving in small steps while she turned her back to him. She pushed the waistband of the panties over her tanned, round asscheeks, down her thighs and over her knees until they dropped around her ankles. She wiggled her ass from side to side like a belly dancer, the cleft of her bottom an inviting mystery. The girl kept on shaking it as she crawled onto the bed, her hips lifted up as she supported herself on her knees and elbows. She turned her lovely face, looking back over her shoulder at him.
"Fuck me, Curt," she begged in a husky, low voice. "Please, fuck me now, my darling."
Curt hurried to her, knee-walking on the bed to press his loins against her uplifted buttocks. Her cunt was hot and wet with desire and his cock slid right in to the hilt.
"Oh, baby," he groaned. "You're fantastic."
Harriett mewled with delight, already feeling her first
orgasm coming on. She pounded her ass back against him, feeling his virile young cock inside her to its full extent. It felt so good! It felt so good!
"Oh, God," Harriett cried. "I love you, Curt. Oh, how I love you!"
Curt fucked harder, his cock squelching in her fluids, his balls covered with her slippery oils. He felt so good, so powerful, fucking the boss' secretary, her soft, loving vagina moving over the length of his cock. He increased the speed of his thrusts and suddenly felt Harriett going crazy under his fierce sexual pounding. She jerked and howled and hissed obscenities that excited rather than repulsed him, and her body spasmed under his hands. Curt continued to fuck the panting secretary, but she pulled away and paused to catch her breath while his raging penis throbbed with desire.
The girl turned and kissed him a long deep one while she stroked his cock. Then she pushed him down on the bed so that he was looking up at the mirrored ceiling. Harriett turned her back to him and planted her feet flat on either side of his hips, lowering her pussy over him and directing his cock into it with her hand. Curt was treated to a view of her back and bouncing asscheeks as she slid her cunt up and down the length of his cock. Her tits bounced up and down on her chest as she brought him to the heights of pleasure. She was showing him just how good she could make him feel. But she wasn't going to let him come just yet. There were lots of things she was going to show him, and she wanted Ike's party to be well under way when she took Curt there.
Kim felt one of the Africans pushing a pair of fingers into her and she automatically lifted her hips to it. They were strong, thick fingers, and they slid wetly in, lubricated by Bernard's deposit of sperm. Two full-lipped mouths covered her nipples, sucking alternately like a milking machine on a cow's udder. Kim's knees jacked up and her thighs snapped open of their own volition. Her eyes rolled up and saw the people standing around. Those men who hadn't taken a woman to the floor were watching her in the throes of uncontrollable sexual arousal.
The African with his two fingers in her small vaginal passage, added one more to those that we there, stretching her as Bernard's cock had. He propped one of her legs over his shoulder and lowered his mouth to lap at her quivering clitoris while his manual ministrations stirred up her fluids to run thickly from her pussy to puddle on the thick carpet beneath her.