"Hmmm, that was soooo nice," she cooed. "And I want more of it. Now!"
"Greedy bitch," he sighed. "You might want more from me, but it's not going to happen. Look."
He nodded in the direction of his cock. It had slithered from her pussy. She immediately seized it and started working it over. He groaned in delight, but knew it wasn't going to get hard again for some time. He was only human, even when faced with such a willing young woman.
"I could do this all day," she said. "I love the way your cock feels inside me. I hate Bennett's. I wish…"
"You mean that he has actually fucked you?" raged Marty, sitting up in the bed as she tugged at his cock and pulled him back down beside her.
"Yeah, he's done it to all the clerks. I hate to say this, but I let him fuck me up the ass just to get the job. And he's eaten me out and, well, he's done a lot of things. Please, Marty, don't do anything. I need the job!"
For a long time, Marty sat there. Then he had the answer. Slowly, he said, "You hate him. Are you willing to go along with a plan to get even with him?"
"Sure! Anything."
"It might be risky. Damned risky for you. You might even have to let him fuck you again."
Katherine thought about it for a moment, and stroked Marty's slowly hardening cock. This was the only prick in the world she wanted fucking her from now on, but the chance to get even with Bennett raged like wildfire through her mind and soul.
"I'll fuck that prick if I get the chance to really fuck him over."
"Okay, I thought so. Here's what I want you to do…"
And after Marty had outlined his scheme to the girl, he found he had another boner. Rather than waste it, they fucked again. And it was even better than the time before. This time it was fueled by lust and the knowledge that soon they would be rid of Ronald Bennett.
CHAPTER TEN
"Are you sure you want to go along with this, Katherine?" Marty asked anxiously. He looked at the girl intently. The gleam in her eye told him she was wholeheartedly in favor of carrying out his devious plan.
"I'm ready for it," she said. "Honest I am. Just don't you be too long getting in there. I don't want him fucking me unless it's really necessary."
"I don't think I'll have any trouble, unless his secretary gets back early from her coffee break. But that's pretty remote. Secretaries don't return early from breaks. I'll be in as soon as I see the button on the telephone light up."
"Let me make sure I understand, Marty," she said. "All I have to do is take the phone off the hook and press the second button on the bottom, and that lights up the same button on the secretary's phone?"
"Right. And I'll be in there in a hurry." He patted his pocket and said, "I just hope I can keep from killing him."
Katherine kissed him. "This is going to be much better revenge."
"I agree. Now move that perky little ass of yours in there and offer it to that slimy cocksucker. If we stand here much longer, I might get ideas about how to better spend our time together."
"Me, too," she agreed, her lips brushing across his. She made sure her hand lightly touched his crotch. She gripped down a little harder than she normally would have, feeling incredibly sexy and really up for the confrontation with Bennett.
She didn't know if this feeling came from the nearness of her revenge or from the afterglow of the fucking with Marty. Her pussy still sang from the fucking. And it ached, too. She was stiff and sore. This was one part of losing her virginity that no one had ever told her about.
She was going to get even with the man who had raped her up the ass and perpetrated all sorts of other horrors on her. She saw Bennett walking along one of the aisles, like some animal seeking its prey. Katherine guessed the man was looking for some convenient cunt to fuck. He had that look about him.
"Mr. Bennett!" she called out. "One second, please. Can I talk to you?"
"Yes, babe, sure, any time." He raised his eyebrows slightly as she pressed in close to him. Her tits brushed feather-light across his chest, and she shoved out her pussy mound in an invitingly wanton manner.
"I've been thinking, Mr. Bennett. Why should I get so uptight over what we've been doing together? I mean, wouldn't it really be better for both of us if I went along?"
"What do you mean?" he said suspiciously, looking around as if someone might be overhearing them.
"You know, you and me – and the fucking we've been doing."
"Let's go into my office," he said. "I don't like discussing private matters out in the open."
"Anything you say," she said, her hand slipping into his back pocket. She squeezed down on his asscheek and made him look at her funny, as if she had gone crazy. She only smiled winningly in return, then soundlessly said: "I love you."
The man almost jumped out of his skin. In the office, he closed the door and pointed to a chair. She ignored him and flowed into his arms, her hands running though his hair. She made a point of shoving her body as close to his as humanly possible.
"Why this big change in attitude?" he asked, backing up against the door. He seemed to be looking for a quick exit if she turned nasty.
"I figured it all out," she said, her hands moving down the front of his chest, unbuttoning buttons as she went. "Why struggle when we could both enjoy our little sessions even more if I cooperated?"
"You want something out of me," he accused. She had his shirt off now and tossed it aside. She fumbled at his belt buckle, but soon had that undone, too. By the time she was ready to answer, she was working him out of his trousers.
"Everyone wants something. I've got what you want right between my legs, or maybe just a little head is more your speed, eh?" She dropped to her knees and pulled his prick out of his shorts. His prick was throbbing with life. Katherine had to strain not to make a face as she greedily stuffed it into her mouth and nursed his cock.
"Shit, this is too much! God, I love the feel of your tongue working on my cock like that. But why? What do you want out of this?"
"What else?" she said. "I'll put out whenever you want, however you want, in exchange for a little bigger pay envelope."
"That's all?"
"I need the money. And you're not an ugly man," she lied. "You and I could make sweet music together. And more." She went back to sucking on his cock. Her tongue rimmed the broad arrowhead of his glans, then teased the tiny flap of skin dangling down beneath the cleft head. The man jumped from one foot to another in his excitement.
When her cheeks went hollow under the suction she applied to just the tip of his prick, the man said, "This is great, it really is. But I want to fuck you. I want to fuck that tight little pussy of yours again."
"The money?" she prompted. Marty had been explicit about this. He'd told her the only thing that would ever convince Bennett that she was telling the truth and not trying to trap him would be the insistence on the money. The man would believe her capable of anything if she got money for it.
"You'll get it. Shit, you know, I never had you pegged for the whore type. You mean just for a few lousy bucks a week more, you're going to do anything I want you to?"
"I doubt if it'll be a lousy few bucks," she said. "A man so well hung is probably also really generous. Besides, it's not your money. You just need to put me down for a promotion or whatever it is to justify the added money. No one else need know of our agreement."
"If I'd only known it was this easy," he sighed, feeling her mouth working down the side of his cock and finally licking his hairy sac of balls. She gently chewed and nibbled at them until he was sure he was going to come.