CHAPTER 11
Jack rescued her. He came out to see what the commotion was and sent everyone back to work. They obeyed reluctantly. He ordered El into his office.
"Looks like the secret is out,” he said cheerily. “I guess there's no hiding what you are now."
"Yes, sir,” she said, her head down. She knelt naked at his side, her pussy still aflame. God, would somebody please fuck me!
"Tell me all about it,” he ordered, fondling the rings in her nipples and pussy. She felt no embarrassment, only desire.
El recounted her visit to the salon in rote detail, trying to concentrate while Jack played with her. The rings really did make a difference in how stimulated she felt.
"You're doing really well, El. I mean it. I'm very pleased.” He entered her new totals into the computer.
El paid little attention. Her clit screamed at her to provide some relief and she was sure Jack could smell her sexual heat. She wanted to touch herself, rub her clit. She could come in a second if he would allow it. If possible, she felt even more aroused than on her first day, when Jack had teased her before sending Bob in to fuck her. She'd had her most powerful orgasm then, but she suspected she could have a bigger one now.
He tugged on a nipple ring, nearly sending her over the edge. “Please,” she whispered.
"What was that?"
"Please, master."
"What's wrong? Am I making you horny?"
"Yesss.” The word escaped from her like the air let out of a balloon.
He reached down and flipped up the bottom ring, letting it fall down on her engorged clit. She jumped slightly. Her blood boiled.
"Good. We have a busy day ahead. At ten-fifteen, Bob's returning."
Her heart lept. Bob! Big, long, sexy Bob! She knew he would give her the orgasm she craved. Her face lit up.
"And at eleven-thirty,” he continued, “we're meeting a realtor at your house. You're going to convince him to shave a few percentage points off his commission, so you can pay me more money toward your debt."
She could only nod, trying hard to hold back her orgasm.
"Don't worry about any details, the realtor and I will handle all of that. All you need to do is concentrate on your pussy."
There was no problem with that. She could think of nothing else. Suddenly, he pulled away, leaving her on the edge. Her eyes flew open.
"Bob'll be here any minute. Why don't you greet him at your desk. Don'ttouch your pussy. I don't want you to explode until his cock is firmly seated inside you."
Shaking, she stood up. She looked at her clothes, piled by the door, but she didn't think she could muster up the energy to put them on again.
"Don't bother with those,” Jack called. “He'll be here any minute."
Feeling relief, El went out into her office. She paid no attention to the corridor or the people walking by. They've already seen her naked. She sat on the chair, hearing the squishy sounds of her pussy pressing against the vinyl seat. She wiggled experimentally, thinking maybe if she kept that up, she could come. But that would make Jack mad and she didn't want that.
El sat there, hands folded in front of her while people walked by, stopped and stared. Gloria just glared as she speed-walked past her door. Ralph came in with Duane and they tried to strike up a conversation, but El knew they only wanted a closer look at her body and the new rings.
Just having them look at her increased her sexual tension. She wouldn't have stopped them if they grabbed her, tossed her on the desk and had their way with her.
The intercom crackled to life. “Duane, Ralph, please return to work. We're waiting for a client."
The two men looked around guiltily. “The office is wired,” El explained. Her legs were wide apart under the desk. She nearly put her hand on her pussy when she heard Jack's voice, but remembered not to.
The men left quickly. Word got around because soon the lookie-loos had drifted away. El waited, feeling her pussy leaking onto the chair.
Finally Bob's bulk appeared at the glass door. He looked in and his eyes bulged. He came in quickly, closing the door behind him and tried to shield her from view.
"What's this?"
"We've been expecting you, Mr. Orley,” she said, her pussy tingling anew. “Jack is in his office if you'd like to go right in."
"But-but, what about you? What's all this?"
"Jack had me fitted with some jewelry. He says I look better this way."
"But you're naked, right here in front of everybody!"
"Yes. I got tired of putting on and taking off my clothes all the time."
Bob nodded his head like a puppet. “Um, okay. I'll go in now.” At the door, he turned. “You coming?"
"Yes, sir.” She got up to follow him, but he insisted she go first. She felt his hand on her bottom as she stepped through the door. She liked his touch and wiggled her ass appreciatively for him. She thought she should go kneel by Jack's desk, but Bob's big arm kept her close to him, rubbing her hot skin until she quivered like a tuning fork Her pussy leaked down both thighs and she welcomed it. The odor of her own need lay heavy on the air.
The men greeted each other like old friends and immediately began speaking in double entendres. Bob told Jack he had the contract “just about nailed,” but “something came up at the last minute.” El could see the bulge in his pants.
Jack told him he could use his office to “check those figures,” while he went out for a tour of the plant. Once Jack had gone, Bob wasted no time in grabbing El and pushing her back on the desk. She was an eager participant. He unbuckled his pants and she reached out to feel his hard cock, like a bar of steel.
Bob began playing with her new jewelry and for the first time, El was glad she had it. The tugging and pulling caused her to go mad with sexual desire. She grabbed Bob's cock and pulled it toward her gaping, sloppy wet slit. He jammed it into her in one smooth motion and El's head exploded in such an earth-shattering orgasm that her brain short-circuited momentarily. When she came to, she heard someone screaming, “MY GOD, MY GOD!” and realized it was her.
Bob wasn't nearly done. He began to stroke her with his big cock as only he knew how to do. She had another orgasm, nearly as powerful as the first. When his cock began to erupt a few seconds later, and she felt the powerful throbbing deep within her, El had her third climax. She hugged the big man close to her, tears streaming down her face, her mouth open to gulp lungsful of air.
The sensations eased. Bob pushed up and looked down at her. “You are dee-licious,” he said. “I'll bet they heard that all over the building."
El felt no embarrassment. She didn't care-she had had her long-delayed orgasm, and that was all the mattered. He pulled out. She knew her fluids were spilling all over Jack's desk. She thought she probably ought to clean that up before he returned.
"Tell Jack he's got a deal-as long as you'll be around to ‘service’ the contract."
El didn't want to tell him that her duties were temporary. “I'll tell him.” He started to buckle up his pants. “Bob… Mr. Orley."
He smiled. “You can call me Bob."
"Bob-that was… incredible. You know that, don't you."
"Well, it was certainly good for me. You're a pistol, El, a real pistol."
He left, waving at her as he went out the door. El rolled over and got up. Her muscles ached-she must've pulled something during that first 8.0 orgasm. As soon as she stood up, she felt the fluids gush out of her slit. Chagrined, she squeezed her legs together and waddled to the bathroom.