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Chapter 6

Veronica could hardly contain herself for the next hour. She had seen Karl Bennet fucking Mary Ellen. That little bit of gossip seemed almost trivial to the way Veronica herself had reacted to actually watching.

The gorgeous blonde wanted to turn her knowledge into something worthwhile – for both her and her pussy!

When Mary Ellen finally left Karl Bennet's office, she appeared as cool and distant as ever. Her long, dark hair hung in straight bangs over her forehead and her clothes didn't have an extra wrinkle in them.

Veronica marveled at how the other woman looked. It was almost as if she hadn't been in the boss' office fucking him like a rabbit.

"Is Mr. Bennet free right now?" Veronica called out to the other woman.

For a brief instant, lights flashed in Mary Ellen's eyes. Then the light died and she silently nodded. "Thanks, Mary Ellen," Veronica told her.

Veronica knew then what she was going to do. Karl Bennet had fucked her this morning. It had been something of a release for him and not something that seemed likely to happen again – unless Veronica pushed him into it.

She'd gotten hot watching her new boss fucking his secretary. And her little hot cunt drooled out its sluggish juices at the thought of getting that proud, long pussy-pleaser ramming in and out of her cunt again.

"Mr. Bennet?" she asked, peering in his office and seeing him behind his large desk. "Got a minute?"

"Huh? Oh, sure, Veronica. Come on in."

She entered and made sure the door was closed and locked behind her.

Karl Bennet didn't seem to notice what she'd done. He was intently studying the papers on his desk.

"Mr. Bennet," Veronica began slowly, taking her time to make sure she said this right. "What happens if I see something going on between two employees of this company that isn't… moral?"

"You mean illegal?"

"I mean immoral."

She knew she had his attention now. He pushed away the papers and leaned back in the brown leather swivel chair.

"Who are we talking about?"

"Well, Karl," she said, daring to use his first name, "one of the parties is Mary Ellen. I think you know who the other is."

"What is this? Blackmail? Listen, lady, you can't blackmail me. If you've got pictures, print up a thousand and distribute them to all the employees for all I care. And be sure to make a large poster-sized one of the best shot for behind my desk."

Veronica knew the man meant it.

But she wasn't after money. She was after more, lots more. And it would be pleasurable for both of them if he gave it.

"You've got me wrong, Karl," she said, lowering her voice. "I don't want money. I don't want a promotion. I want a piece of the action. I want some of what Mary Ellen's hogging to herself."

"Look, about this morning, Veronica, I was uptight. Tense. Big things are brewing and I'm nervous about them."

"Karl, I want you." Veronica's plea was as simple and straight forward as she could make it. She went around the desk and perched on the edge, her long, slim legs swinging freely as she reached down and began stroking him. Her fingers sought out all the right places to turn him on. She knew immediately from the way his pants bulged at the crotch that she was getting through to him.

"We both seem to want the same thing," he said slowly.

"And?" Veronica prompted, her fingers lightly working over his crotch.

She felt his immediate response beneath the fabric. She knew that all she had to do was pull down the zipper of his fly and she'd get a handful of hot, hard, throbbing prick.

"And, dammit, don't do this to me. I think you're about the damnedest, sexiest chick in the company. And those legs of yours, Christ, they give me a hard-on every time I just think about them."

"Really?" she said, surprised. "I never knew you were so attracted to me, Karl."

He surged upward, his arms circling her. He kissed her strongly, almost overpowering her with the rush of his passion. He spun around in the circle of her arms. Veronica found her hands cupping his muscular ass now. The bulge at his crotch pressed hotly against her body. He looked at her blue eyes, read what she wanted, then kissed her full on the lips.

Veronica was hardly ready for such a quick response on Bennet's part.

She started to struggle in his arms, then melted as his kiss crushed hard against her lips. His tongue insistently poked between her slightly parted lips and then invaded her mouth.

Veronica moaned softly, feeling his tongue stroking up and down against hers. She clutched harder at the man's powerful body. The bulge at his crotch grew and grew until she knew he must be hurting badly. Her fingers slid down his smoothly muscled, sweat-soaked back and around the waist of his trousers. Fingers fumbling, she hastened to run the zipper down its metallic track.

"Are you sure you want this?" he asked, breaking off the kiss for a moment.

"Yes, God, yes!" Veronica cried. "You have no idea how much I want this."

"Those legs, those damned legs of yours," Bennet muttered. "Always was a sucker for a chick with dynamite legs like yours."

Veronica was past caring why Karl Bennet wanted to fuck her. All she knew was that her loins churned with desire. She felt an awful hollowness in her hot cunt that needed filling – with cock. And she now clutched it hotly in her hand.

His cock leaped out long and hot and ready to fuck. There was no lengthy sucking on this man's prick before he got a boner. He was ready to fuck right now. And that was just when Veronica needed it – now!

"Take me, Karl, take me right here."

"I don't think I can stop myself," he said. "Need the light to see those legs of yours. And your ass. Christ, what an ass!" His fingers worked over her fabric-covered ass and slowly inched up the material until his fingers rested on her naked assflesh. "Shit, you don't have any panties on!"

"You ripped them off this morning, Karl. And I loved it! Now fuck me!

Hurry. I need your prick so bad!"

He pulled up her dress even farther until it was bunched around her waist. His cock forced its way into the tangled nest of her blonde pussy fur. She shuddered at the nearness of his cock. But she wanted his prick inside her hot cunt, fucking her with long, powerful strokes.

Just feeling it against her hot cunt lips was nice, but she had to actually feel it inside her to get off.

"I -" Veronica's words were cut off when Karl spun her around. She almost stumbled at the suddenness of his move. She fell forward, catching herself on her hands. She had just barely missed smashing her face against the desk. His half-finished cup of coffee went crashing to the floor. Neither of them noticed.

"This is the way I'm going to fuck you. I can see those legs of yours this way, and feel your ass prodding into my crotch, and your hot cunt hole's gaping wide open for me."

He moved in behind her, his rigid prick aiming straight for her pussy lips. She moaned as his cock ran down the entire length of her hot cunt lips. And then she was gasping, hopping from foot to foot, begging him to fuck her. His fuck stick had penetrated her pussy and was buried balls deep in her hot cunt.

"Oh, Karl, you're so fucking biiiiig!" she sobbed out. "And I want you to fuck me!"

"What the hell do you think I'm doing?"

His hands stroked over the smooth curves of her asscheeks, fondling and tweaking, pinching and caressing, until Veronica was almost driven out of her mind. Karl stroked down the sides of her legs. She trembled like a leaf in a strong wind. This was great.

The gorgeous blonde had to put her forehead down on the man's desk.

This shot her ass backwards into the man's crotch and buried his cock another inch up her cunt. Veronica was sure she'd died and gone to heaven. Karl Bennet was better hung than her husband, and he was fucking her in a new and excitingly different way – new for her, at least. And the setting was perfect for her to live out all of her pentup fantasies.

This was the office, not a bedroom. And Karl Bennet wanted light so he could see her legs. They were fucking in broad daylight, with the office windows wide open for anyone to see!

Best of all, he knew what he wanted and wasn't afraid of telling her.

She began rotating her ass in small, intimate circles. His huge rigid prick up her pussy started quivering erotically. Fuck juices leaked out around the thick plug of his cock and dribbled down the insides of her legs. Veronica was in seventh heaven.

And then Bennet's hands stroked around to the insides of her thighs.

His strong hands brutally forced her legs wide apart until she thought he'd tear her in half like the wishbone of a chicken. But this carried a bonus of pleasure along with the pain. Her hot cunt walls tightened around his rigid prick. She felt as if he'd sunk a telephone pole into her pussy.

But no telephone pole had ever been so warm, so vibrant, so virile.

When she lifted one leg off the floor and curled it back around his waist, she thought his cock buried deep in her boiling hot pussy was going to explode.

"Damn, those legs! I love them!"

"Never mind my goddamn legs," she groaned. "I need you fucking my hot cunt. Do it now! Give me all the cock you can, as fast as you can!"

Unlike her husband, Karl Bennet delivered intense pleasure. She thought he was only slowly pulling his cock out to gradually reinsert his prick in her swampy hot cunt. She was wrong. He pulled his cock out until the thick knob of his glans remained inside her pink, hot cunt lips, then he lunged – hard.

Veronica slammed forward into the desk with the force of his entry. She reached out, her hands groping for the edges of the desk. She hung on for dear life as he sank balls deep into her pussy. And then, when his cock was buried to the hilt in her quivering hot cunt, he began rotating his hips. This wasn't any small movement like Stan would make.

Karl Bennet used large circular movements that rubbed his rigid prick against every single square inch of her hot cunt.

Veronica matched his rotary movement with one of her own in the opposite direction. And then he pulled his prick out so fast that it took her breath away. After only a couple thrusts, she was burning hot inside. And the lewd sucking noise, as his rigid prick broke the vacuum between cock head and hot cunt wall, seemed to push Veronica's desires to the breaking point.

She almost came – almost.

"Oh, Karl darling, more! Fuck me more! Burn me up inside with your sweet, fucking cock. I need it so baaaaad!"

He grunted. She feared he would slow down like Stan did. But her fears were groundless. Karl Bennet began fucking her with long, powerful, quick strokes that rattled her teeth. She tightened her grip on the desktop and was sure she would leave fingerprints in the wood. The intensity of feelings in her hot cunt and belly grew. The feel of his rough pants against her tender assflesh turned her on. The sucking sounds as he fucked into her juicy twat turned her on. And, most of all, being on the receiving end of a real man's rigid prick pushed her over the brink of orgasm.

Veronica came as hard as she ever had.

And Karl Bennet didn't stop fucking her then, either. If anything, he doubled the speed and force of his pistoning strokes. His fingers tightened like steel bands on her waist. He strove to pull her ass back against his crotch with every forward-fucking stroke. When Veronica realized this, she began ramming her ass back at him to add even more power to his every thrust.

"Damn tight, so damn tight around my cock. Don't know how you do it, but any chick with legs like yours has to have a tight, hot cunt." She felt sweat from the man's body dripping onto her back as he worked to give her the fucking of her life. In two years of marriage, she'd never felt this turned on, this aroused at the prospect of fucking.

She came again.

And this time as her hot cunt convulsed around Karl's hard-fucking cock, she felt him changing the rhythm. He was losing control. The fantasy-fucking was getting to him just as it was getting to her. He was going to come.

"No, no!" she cried out. "Keep fucking! Don't you stop, you lousy bastard!"

He fucked faster. Friction burned the length of Veronica's pussy. And then his cock jerked hard, grew and fountained out a fiery gob of jizz.

At the first touch of his come on her aroused hot cunt walls, she was sent soaring on the winds of ecstasy again. Never before had she gotten off when a man jetted his load into her pussy. But they were both wracked by the ultimate in human experience. All too soon for them, Karl Bennet's rigid prick deflated and limply dribbled from her stillclinging cunt.

Bennet took a step backward. "That's the finest fuck I've had in years and years. God, to think what I've been missing!"

Veronica slumped forward on the desk, her naked ass still jutting up into the air. She didn't care that she was so obscenely exposed to him.

He'd just given her the fucking she needed to stay sane.

"Thank you, Karl. That was super, just super!"

"Yeah," he said a bit sheepishly. "Uh, Mrs. Hines, you'd better get back to your desk."

Veronica hardly heard the uncertainty in the man's voice over what he'd just done. All she knew was that she'd cheated on her husband – and felt damned good about it. Excitement had come back into her life. And she knew for a fact she wasn't frigid.