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Chapter 4

Veronica decided she would work a full day, go home, then tell Stan that she had a job. Somehow, over breakfast, she just couldn't work up the nerve to come out and tell him what she'd done. She had too much to think over from the night before.

The fucking just hadn't been what she'd hoped it would be. The excitement she had felt when Mr. Marshall had raped her in his office hadn't carried through to the bedroom. Even after Stan had gotten mad at her for making him do all the absurd things like drag the bureau over next to the bed so she could watch in the middle of the fucking, the excitement levels for Veronica hadn't been anywhere near as intense as when Mr. Marshall had had his way with her.

She idly rubbed the spots on her wrists where he'd tied her. The lovely blonde woman looked up at the tall brick front on the Acme building and wondered what would be in store for her today.

Already, her cunt ran with its thick lubricants as she thought of all the things that might happen. She couldn't wait.

Hurrying to the building, she went directly to Mr. Marshall's office.

His secretary idly pecked away at the typewriter, hardly noticing what was going on. Veronica wondered if Mr. Marshall fucked his secretary the same way he'd fucked her yesterday.

"Hi," the secretary said, her voice tired and her eyelids drooping half-closed. "What can I do for you? Oh, you're the new hire. The one Mr. Marshall hired yesterday, right?"

"Right," said Veronica brightly. "Do I work here?"

"Here? No, whatever gave you that idea? You're in purchasing. You work with Mr. Bennet. And you'd better get down there. He's hell on wheels for efficiency. He'll get madder'n hell if you don't show up for work on time the very first day."

"But, Mr. Marshall…" Veronica realized she hadn't been thinking straight yesterday. Of course Mr. Marshall had said she'd be working in another department. Karl Bennet was her boss, he'd said yesterday. She felt something deflate inside her. "I guess I'd better find Mr.

Bennet's office."

"Down the hall and to the left. Last office on the right," the secretary said, as she began typing again. Veronica wondered about her typing speed. It hardly seemed good enough to keep up with the flow of applications through the office.

Or did Mr. Marshall mind? He certainly had his own selection methods for hiring. Her hand involuntarily rubbed over her cunt as she remembered the feel of his cock inside her trembling pussy, fucking her as she lay helpless on his sofa.

"Are you the new girl?" came a gruff voice.

She turned and saw a handsome man striding purposefully along the hallway.

"I guess so. I'm looking for Mr. Bennet's office. I'm his new secretary."

"No, you're not."

"What?"

I'm Karl Bennet and I have a secretary. You're just filling in for a while to help out with the work load. You'll end up shifting from department to department, as needed."

"That's not what Mr. Marshall said," Veronica flared indignantly.

Bennet stopped dead in the hallway. "Okay, lady, into my office. I shouldn't have to have these conversations, but I always do with the new help."

He held the door open for her. The lovely blonde woman walked into the spacious, well-furnished office, conscious of the man's eyes on her.

She felt a little weak in the knees. Was he like Mr. Marshall? She doubted it. There was more of the take-charge air about Karl Bennet than even the personnel manager.

Bennet might be even better.

"That scum-sucker Marshall hires broads without any skill because they put out for him. Hell, I know what goes on in his office. Everyone does. I have to admit you're good looking. Better than the slugs he normally hires."

The insults – and odd compliments – made Veronica feel even weaker. She sat down on one of the straight-backed chairs in front of Bennet's desk.

"I want the job. It… it was the only way to get it," she said, suddenly aware she wanted to explain everything to Karl Bennet. He seemed so dominant, so in charge. "I normally don't do things like that, but I had to."

"You all have to," he snapped. "Hell, look at you. A slut. You're dressed like a cheap whore."

"Cheap whore?" Veronica asked, dazed. She didn't think so. Her neckline plunged way down the front and allowed the soft swells of her tits to threaten immediate escape, but a whore? And her skirt was tight, very tight. It was probably obvious she wore only daringly skimpy panties because the skirt was so tight. But a whore?

"I'm sorry," he said. "I didn't mean it like that. It's just that you're so lovely. I've got headaches over a new purchase scheme the company's put in. And I didn't mean to snap at you. I apologize."

"Accepted," she said.

"You are very lovely," he said, his voice softening even more.

Veronica was thrilled inside, her guts churning now. She wanted Karl Bennet. She wanted him so badly she felt her heavy cunt juices leaking out of her trembling pussy and running down the soft insides of her thighs. Never had she been so infatuated with a man in such a short time.

Why couldn't she respond like this to her own husband?

"Are you all right?" Bennet asked, his eyes narrowing a little.

"No, no I'm not," the lovely blond woman said forcefully. "I need something only you can give me." The sight of his crotch bulging, his pants tenting up, made her even bolder. She pointed at his cock. "I want that."

Veronica got up and ran her fingers lightly over his growing erection.

She felt the thick hose of his cock inside his pants and knew then that she had to have him fucking her. He was tall, handsome, strong, dominant. And his rigid prick was the only thing that would sate her wild, insane desires.

"You realize I'm not like Marshall. Just because I want your cunt wrapped all around my rigid prick doesn't mean you get special privileges."

"Am I asking for any?" she said hotly, her pink tongue making a slight circuit of her trembling lips.

He encircled her body with his powerful arms. "I want to fuck you.

Here. Now."

Her hand moved quickly to run his zipper down the metallic track. His erection leaped out, the plum-colored crown drawing her like a magnet draws iron.

"Here, huh?" she asked, her eyes fixed on his virile, hard, bucking cock.

Licking her lips slowly again, she felt the surge of desire in her loins that doomed her. Bennet wasn't the sort of man she normally would want to fuck, but this was different. Just thinking about Mr. Bennet had gotten her hot. Now she needed his cock inside her trembling pussy, fucking her for as long as possible to get her off. She had gotten horny thinking of Mr. Marshall. She could come with Karl Bennet's cock in her juicy cunt.

"Right here," he said, his hands moving down her smooth flanks. She sighed as he cupped both her tits at the same time. Squeezing down harder, he crushed her tits flat against her chest. The pain was offset by the more intense pleasure she felt.

She shuddered as both nipples sprang to a rock-hard erection from the way his hands dragged over her tits. She felt her excited heart beginning to hammer out more and more blood into her boobs. Her tits swelled and her nipples grew to painfully throbbing points.

His fingers clamped down on her nipples and pinched them. Pain lanced into her chest and she shrieked in agony. But that agony changed into pleasure before she could protest the agonizing treatment.

Karl Bennet kissed her fully on the lips, his tongue surging hard and driving into her mouth. His tongue dueled erotically with hers. While he was exploring her mouth with his questing tongue, he was pinching and fondling her tits.

Her cunt almost exploded when he trapped her tongue between his teeth and started to suck on it.

"Ummmm, God! Oh, God, it's great!" she sobbed. "I need you fucking me.

Don't stop now. Give it all to me! Shove it in!"

She reached down and found that hard, hot shaft of his cock. His prick pulsed with virile life. She couldn't wait to get his cock snugly berthed inside her trembling pussy. The woman had to feel its entire length fucking in and out of her cunt, giving her the divine pleasure she knew it could generate in her tender young body.

Veronica moved so that she perched her ass on the edge of the desk. His hands moved from her tits to her waist, stroking and pinching her flesh. The momentary pain he gave was nothing compared to the promise of his cock fucking her cunt.

Veronica groaned as the man began skinning off her tight skirt. He peeled it past her flaring ass, his fingers lightly caressing her flesh as he moved the skirt downward. When he allowed the skirt to drop free around her ankles, she started to kick it off.

"Don't," Bennet cautioned. "I like it when your legs are trapped like that."

She felt another surge of irrational desire. Having her skirt tangled around her ankles made her feel as if he had tied her feet together.

She was severely limited in how much she could move. She couldn't even spread her legs like she wanted to!

"Stop," she moaned. "Don't tear it. Please, oh, ohhh!"

She almost came when the ripping sound reached her ears. A ring of fire circled her waist. He had jerked so hard on her panties that he'd raised a welt where the waistband had been. Another swift, savage jerk and he ripped her panties entirely away from the seething mound of her trembling pussy.

"Shit, baby, you are hot for me, aren't you?" he asked, his fingers caressing her puffy cunt lips and finding the steady flow of her fuck juice. "This is going to be a fucking you won't soon forget!"

He put one arm around her waist and another across her forehead, then bent her backwards over the desktop. She felt as if she were a bow and he was trying to string her. The tension mounted in her belly as her stomach pulled taut. And the more she tried to spread her legs apart and relieve some of the tension, the harder he shoved. The way her skirt tangled her ankles kept her from moving into a more comfortable position.

Then she forgot all about comfort. All that mattered to her was the hot shaft of his rigid prick. He poked his cock between her fleshy thighs and slowly moved it toward her trembling cunt lips. The feel of his virile cylinder of cockflesh so near her trembling pussy made Veronica tremble in anticipation.

She needed his cock – she needed it badly.

"Fuck me," she begged. "I can't stand it without your cock inside me, fucking me, giving my cunt all the ecstasy I can take!"

"You'll get it, baby, and more," he promised. His cock inched upward until the bulbous knob touched her well-oiled cunt lips.

She almost went berserk with lust then. The nearness of his cock and the promise of the fucking drove her insane with need. She had to have his cock inside her, fucking her, making her into a complete woman.

"Fuck meeeeee!"

She shrieked as his hard prick plunged between her cunt lips and surged into her tight, trembling pussy. The walls of her cunt couldn't get out of the way of that battering ram of rigid prick fast enough. She felt as if her cunt were being ripped and torn by his forceful entry. This was what she'd been missing with Stan. This was the response her body had been so sadly lacking for almost a year. Karl Bennet freed her emotions. He allowed her to respond fully, unlike her husband.

Veronica cried and sobbed and tried to lift her legs, to get them on either side of the man's body. She failed. Her skirt effectively bound her legs together. He bent her backwards even more as he rammed his cock deeper into her captive cunt.

Veronica sobbed and then sighed with relief as her resilient inner cunt muscles stretched to take his huge cock.

"You're so big and swollen inside me!" she gasped. "But I need you moving. Fuck me. Fuck my cunt until I can't stand it any more!"

"You'll love every inch of my pecker," he promised her. "And when you've had enough, I'm going to keep on fucking. You're going to get more than you can handle."

Even in her half-dazed condition from the sudden intrusion of his rigid prick into her juicy cunt, Veronica knew that what he had said was a lie. Her cunt was deeper than his cock was long. She could wear out any man and still want more cock. She had done it often enough. At a college fraternity party Veronica had pulled a train six jocks long.

And by the time she had finished off number six, she'd wanted more.

She didn't think Bennet would be able to match the performance of six football players. But Veronica hoped she was wrong. She didn't like the idea of trading her body for a good job, but, if she had to, she wanted that cocksucking son of a bitch to give her the best fucking possible.

"More!" she begged. "Give me more, lots more cock!"

He grabbed her slender wrists and forced them behind her. He held them tightly and shoved her down until her back was almost a circular arch.

He drove his cock mercilessly into her lewdly exposed cunt. He fucked with long, powerful strokes that lit the fires of passion in her belly.

Every light touch of his cockhead against her trembling pussy walls pushed her arousal up another notch. When she started tensing and relaxing her trembling pussy walls around his cock, she got the first real reaction from the man. He gasped and his cock began to dance and jerk around in the hot, erotically tight sheath of her cunt.

"Want more, big boy?" she whispered hotly. "I'm the one who can give it to you!"

She tried grinding her snatch down against his crotch. That didn't work too well since he held her so firmly in place. But she tried, and the effort was successful enough to make him groan out loud.

She felt the progress of his jism all the way down his long cock. The shaft swelled up as soon as the jism passed. When it erupted into her hollow, drooling cunt, Veronica was ready for it. The hot spurts of his creamy load filled her cunt to overflowing. All the while he was fucking her, his rigid prick fountained out his manseed.

By the time his prick went limp in her hot cunt, she was panting and desiring more. But it wouldn't happen. Veronica had already exhausted his cock and she hadn't gotten off.

Veronica had reached the point where just a little stroking or sucking on her clit would do it, but she didn't think Bennet was the type to engage in such things. He would openly sneer at eating her out after he had already spent in her trembling pussy. Karl Bennet would think there was something unmanly about eating a cunt filled with his own come.

Maybe he was right. Veronica didn't know. All she cared about was the feelings in her loins. She had gotten off. She had received the fucking her own husband couldn't provide.

Veronica knew she wasn't frigid then. It was her marriage. It was Stan.

She was still as responsive a woman as she had ever been – but it had to be with the right man, the right-sized cock driving hard into her tightly clinging, trembling pussy.

"Frig me," she begged. "Finger my clit and get me off! Please!"

"You're out of your mind," said Bennet. "This is an office. And we have work to do. Get that fine, lily-white ass of yours off my desk and get to work. Mary Ellen will tell you what you need to know."

She stared at the love stain on his desktop and knew that she'd really gotten off. Her frothy cunt had overflowed because he had repeatedly plugged her trembling pussy full of thick jism. But Veronica had learned.

She was okay. It was Stan's fault that the life had gone out of their fucking, that she wasn't responding like she had before. She had only been working at Acme Manufacturing for an hour and already she'd found two men – Mr. Marshall and Karl Bennet – who could make her feel like a real woman again.

Happily, Veronica went off to find Mary Ellen, her cunt warm and stated. For the moment.