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Chapter 8

Stan was still asleep when Veronica silently got out of bed, dressed and left for Acme Manufacturing. Her second day on the job. Her second day out of the house. Her second day of cheating on Stan. Veronica shivered thinking about her problems. They seemed to be insurmountable.

She still loved Stan, but the spark, the violent flare of passion that had marked their first year of marriage, had died down. It hadn't gone out. Last night had proven that to the slender blonde. But she wasn't experiencing the same sort of passion with Karl Bennet that she felt with Stan.

With Bennet, it was super. The greatest. With her very own husband, the fire had died down to a dull ember. Some heat remained, but nothing like she felt toward her new boss.

Fucking with Karl Bennet was fun.

Veronica idly moved through the day's work, hardly thinking about how dull her job really was. All Veronica thought of was Karl Bennet. And Karl Bennet's cock. But he wasn't in his office. He was in conference with Mr. Marshall and others in the middle management of the company.

Not even seeing him made Veronica tense, irritable and feeling like she was just going into her period. Every little noise made her jump, and she even snapped at Mary Ellen, which was the last thing in the world she wanted to do. The dark-haired secretary took it in stride, though, and silently left after depositing the new work for Veronica.

By five o'clock Veronica still hadn't seen Bennet. She wondered what had gone on in the meeting. It had lasted all day. Were they laying off personnel? Was she going to be canned after only two days? Was Bennet getting fired? The beautiful young woman didn't want to consider any of those options. All she really wanted to do was see Karl once more.

"See you tomorrow, Veronica," said Mary Ellen as she left.

The whistle had blown five minutes ago. Veronica simply sat at her desk realizing she had to go home and talk to Stan. She had to. There would be hell to pay if she showed up late two nights in a row without explanations.

"Right, see you, Mary Ellen. And look, I'm really uptight. I didn't mean to snap at you earlier today."

"Forget it," Mary Ellen replied. "We all are like that. Big things are happening at Acme. So long."

Then, Mary Ellen was gone for the night.

Just as Veronica started out the door, Bennet came swinging in. Without even looking at her, he barked, "Bring in your pad and a pencil. Got letters to dictate. Gotta get them out tonight. Have to."

"But -"

"No buts. Do it!"

Veronica was thrilled, but she also knew she shouldn't stay. It might cost her the job if she left, but if she didn't, it might cost her her husband. But Karl had told her to come in and take dictation.

She went into the man's office, her pencil and pad ready.

"Where's Mary Ellen?" he asked, his eyes widening.

"Left. It's almost five-fifteen, Mr. Bennet."

"Damn, that meeting lasted longer than I'd thought. You don't mind staying late, do you, Veronica?"

"My husband -"

"So call and explain you're working late. Double time for this."

"I'll call from my desk," Veronica said. "Back in a minute.

Somehow, she managed to convince her husband that she had not only landed a job – he wasn't overly pleased – but she had to work late.

Veronica promised to discuss it with him when she got home. As the beautiful young blonde hung up the phone, she realized Stan had been more accepting of the situation than she'd thought he would be. He hadn't liked the fact she was holding down a job, but he didn't seem outrageously upset, either.

"Ready for dictation?" Bennet asked, leaning back. Then he started talking full blast for over an hour. By the time he was finished, Veronica was sure she had written a hundred letters.

"That do it?" she asked, tired, yet elated that she'd been able to keep up with the machine-gun-rapid dictation.

"Acme's landed a big account. Damn big. We're going to expand like hell. I'm in line for a promotion and, yeah, that's it. Unless…" His voice trailed off.

Hope flared in Veronica. "Unless what, Mr. Bennet?"

"The roof's an interesting place. Great view of the city. Have you seen it?"

"The roof?" she asked, confused. This wasn't what she'd expected.

"Karl, really, I must -"

"Come on. Up to the roof with me. For a while, at least."

To be with him, she would have agreed to walk through hell barefoot.

She agreed. They took the elevator to the top floor, then went up a flight of stairs. Bennet had a key to the door leading to the roof.

They went out, and Veronica gasped. The view was sensational.

"So beautiful," she sighed. "I never realized it had a view like this.

And the moon!"

"There's a full moon out tonight," Karl Bennet pointed out. "Let's go fuck like a pair of lunatics!"

Veronica moved closer to Karl, her hand straying down to his crotch.

She felt his cock give a surge as she stroked it. It wouldn't be long before he would have a fucking prick so hard and ready it would explode with lust. She wanted to be on the receiving end when his cock erupted.

"We've got fresh air up here, too," Veronica said.

"If that's all you need," Karl Bennet started. He never got to finish.

"I need cock," Veronica said positively.

"And I need a well-spread young lady who is willing to plant herself firmly down around my cock to celebrate the company expansion and my promotion. And then move just a little bit while I fuck like hell!"

"Is that all you need?"

"I need you."

"Ummm, it's cool out here, Karl," she said, pulling away, her mind racing. She knew what her body wanted – but was it what she wanted? She stalled for time, but knew the battle was a losing one. "And the moon.

Oh, it's full!"

"And high in the air, too."

She looked at the bulge in his pants. "The moon's not all that's risen, I see. Is that something even more thrilling?"

She knew then that she was lost. She wanted Karl to fuck her. She had to have him fucking her.

He laughed and took her by the arm. "If we're going to be up here to fuck, we're gonna do it so that it's exciting. Even more exciting than the last time."

He seated her on the stone ledge running around the roof so that her ass dangled out over a ten-story drop. She clutched wildly at the edge of the roof, afraid yet turned on at the same time.

"Don't, Karl. I'm scared of heights!"

"You haven't even seen the heights yet!" He unzipped his pants and let his huge, throbbing cock snap to attention. In the moonlight, his cock looked like a wand of silver topped with a gleaming purplish knob.

"Now that's the kind of height I love!"

She dropped to her knees to suck on his cock. He didn't protest. She loved the way his cock came totally erect in her mouth. It had been erect but not fully stiff. As she sucked and licked it, his hard prick stiffened noticeably. It was like raising the dead.

She ended up with a real, wonderfully vibrant cock in her mouth.

"That feels damn good, honey, but I want to bury it somewhere else, somewhere nicer for me – for both of us."

"Now where might that be?" Veronica asked in a teasing voice. The slender blonde could feel her cunt beginning to drool at the prospect of having this wondrous length of cock buried in her pussy again.

He said nothing. Looking down into her blue eyes made him feel as if he was being pulled into another, better universe. This new world was filled with tight cunts and sucking mouths and wanton women, beautiful women like Veronica.

She lightly touched his hard prick again. His fully erect cock was glistening from her saliva. As a cool wind began to blow across the roof, she felt her sweat vanishing. She also saw that the man's cock was beginning to shiver. She didn't want it to get too cold. It might deflate.

The blonde stuffed his cock into her mouth.

"Hmmm, that's nice, but I told you that your cunt's what I want to fuck. Not that sweet mouth of yours."

She felt strong hands reach under her arms and gently lift her.

Reluctantly, she left his hard prick dancing in the air in front of his crotch.

His fingers began working their magic all over her body. Feathery touches here, stronger ones there, stimulating her tits, fondling them, cupping them in palms, weighing the heavy globes of titflesh and then moving on.

Before she knew it, she was bare-assed naked. He had totally undressed her. She stood gloriously undraped in the silvery moonlight. She smiled, then twirled around for his inspection.

"Well, sir, do you like me like this? Mother naked?"

"I love you like this."

"Now it's your turn. You get naked." With her help, it was only a matter of seconds before Karl Bennet was standing like a naked Greek god in front of her. The hard-on he sported told her this was going to be a memorable fuck, the type that she needed so desperately and wasn't getting from her husband. Karl wasn't going to quit until they were both totally satisfied. And this was what Veronica hungered for.

Fucking had begun to regain some of its thrill and excitement for her.

At least fucking with Bennet.

She threw her arms around his neck and pulled his head down to her face. Lips crushed brutally to hers. The kiss deepened. His tongue flashed out and into her mouth, to dance around her tongue, teasing, tormenting, luring her out.

As her tongue lightly touched his teeth, he sucked down hard. He trapped the pink, agile little tip between his lips, making sure his teeth held firmly. Not enough to hurt, but enough to keep her from escaping. Then he teased her tongue tip with his. Light, flicking motions soon reduced her to a quivering mass begging to be fucked.

"God!" she gasped out when he released her tongue. "You make me feel like a whore! I never wanted cock more in my life! Your cock!"

His hands stroked up and down her sides. He traced each and every rib with his fingers. He worked down her spine. When his fingers found the delightfully rounded surfaces of her naked ass, he burrowed between the meaty asscheeks.

The humid canyon beckoned him on. His finger went down until he discovered her asshole. A little shove and he was able to thrust his finger all the way in.

A tiny gasp escaped the beautiful blonde's lips as she felt his finger driving deep up her shit chute. The finger warmed her, excited her more than she'd have thought possible. The feel of his throbbing cock so close to her cunt should have been enough.

The finger was the icing on the cake for Veronica.

She wanted him to fuck her more than ever now.

"Go, Karl, darling, do it! Do it to me! Shove that swollen hard prick of yours into my cunt! I want to feel you moving inside me."

"Don't want much, do you?"

"I want that goddamn cock of yours! It's fucking nine inches long and I want it!"

Using the finger he had buried up her asshole, he guided her toward the verge of climax. Gently, he pressed her down. She felt the cold stone ledge under her ass. Then she was dangling, ass out, over the ten-story drop to the ground.

"Wh-what are you doing? Don't let me fall!

"I wouldn't do that. But we're gonna fuck with you hanging off the building. This is the ultimate. Combines real physical danger with the chance of being seen while we're fucking."

"But all they'd see would be my ass!"

"Yeah," Karl Bennet said, smiling wickedly. "You're gonna be mooning the whole goddamn city."

Veronica turned and looked over her white shoulder. There was nothing but two hundred feet of empty space between her and the ground. She shuddered at the thought of falling. Then it occurred to her that Bennet was right. The physical danger made this more exciting than any fucking she'd done in a year.

And it was turning her into the horniest bitch on the face of the earth! She'd fuck anything that moved, no matter what it was!

"I wonder," she said, glancing down at the city, "what they would think if anyone did see my ass poking out over the roof."

"They'd think I was the luckiest man in the world, darling. Ready for this?"

She gasped as she felt his purple-headed cock nudge into her cunt lips.

She snuggled in his arms so she could open her pussy lips and suck in the glans of his cock. She wanted to feel his hot, driving poker of manmeat all the way up into her steamy cunt.

She didn't get it.

He simply turned and walked over to the pile of their clothing.

She gasped when she saw him coming back with his broad, thick black leather belt. And clutched in his other hand was her smaller, thinner one of brown vinyl.

"What are you going to do?" Veronica demanded. "You're not going to beat me? To tie me up? You wouldn't!"

Veronica didn't know if this was what she wanted or not. She almost thought that she did want to feel the lash of leather on her soft, pliant flesh. Veronica couldn't forget how turned on she'd been when Mr. Marshall had tied her and raped her in his office.

"I don't want to lose control at the wrong time. We'd both be sorry."

He fastened the belts together in a large loop. He put it over his head and shimmied it down around his waist. Then he put it over Veronica's head and repeated the motion. They were tied together at the waist by strong leather. If either of them slipped, the other'd be able to hang on and prevent a deadly fall.

She felt his cock pressing back into her blonde, crinkly-furred pussy mound. The thick fur was tangled and matted from the sweat and cunt juices leaking from her hot interior. But the erotic rubbing of his cock against her pubic mound was enough to make her forget all about the danger – for the moment.

This was living. This was why she'd come up to the roof. She didn't even notice as he maneuvered her back to the edge of the building. She knew her ass was hanging out over the edge, but it didn't matter. The slender blonde was letting his turgid hard prick come ever closer to her cunt.

When he stabbed forward with his hips, his hard prick sailed down the slippery slit of her pussy lips. He parted them and stimulated them as he stroked back toward her ass.

She felt a sudden surge of delight pass into her cunt. She sighed and wiggled her hips down over his cock. His prick was soothing and stimulating at the same time. She didn't understand how a man's cock could affect her like this.

All she really cared about was getting that big, round, wonderfully hard prick into her pussy.

"Fuck me! I want it! I WANT IT!"

His hands gripped her ass with ferocious strength. She felt herself being lifted up into the air. When her feet no longer touched the roof, he swung her backwards. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist.

The blonde sucked in her breath and held it. The action had driven his cock impossibly deep into her cunt. She felt his fuck stick bending inside as her body bent backwards. Her long, blonde hair streamed over her head, dangling freely over the edge of the roof.

Opening her eyes, she was horrified at the sight of the ground. She was being held almost entirely upside down – and dangling over the edge of the building. She saw now why he had insisted on the rough leather belts around their waists.

Sure, his iron-hard prick in her cunt supported her a bit. His cock throbbed and made her feel great. But when he began fucking her, it would enter and leave her cunt. If either of them came, it spelled sure disaster.

"G-g-god, this is spooky, Karl Bennet. I… I don't know if I like it."

"Give it a few minutes."

His hands gripped her soft, pliant assflesh. She giggled as his fingers worked their way between the globes of her ass to press into the damp deep canyon. When Karl Bennet began lifting her by the ass, she thought he was going to rip those softly yielding asscheeks from her body.

But it was necessary. This moved Veronica up enough to allow her cunt to take in even more of his cock. She felt his balls wetly slapping against her ass. Then he dropped her. She let herself go. He caught her at just the right moment.

There was a feeling of falling. His hard prick left her pussy. Veronica tensed her belly muscles in a vain attempt to grab his prick. Although he grunted from the impressive strength of her cunt, both gravity and the action of his hands on her ass made his hard prick leave her fuck tunnel.

The beautiful young woman looked down at the ground. The thrill of danger ripped across her mind like a jagged razor slash. She was headed directly down to the ground, the only things holding her up being the leather around her waist, the thick hard prick resting firmly inside her cunt lips and the man's hands on her asscheeks.

The slender girl shivered and began swaying from side to side. This drove the man's cock into her cunt at different angles. As he pulled her up, the cock rubbed first one side and then the other of her welloiled pussy. She loved it. She needed more.

The sleek girl loved the promise of falling – falling with the man's hard prick still actively fucking her to climax.

"Oh, Karl, Karl! Fuck me good! Th-th-this is super!"

"I knew you'd get off on it," he gasped. His hands turned slippery. He was sweaty and hot even though the cool night breeze caressed his broad chest and rested icy fingers on his broad back.

She wiggled her ass against the rough stone building. Even this sharp, searing pain gave her a new and totally different thrill. His cock gave the ultimate in human pleasure. The pain gave her something to compare that ecstasy to.

And all that distance to the ground!

Her body went berserk with orgasm. She screamed and thrashed around in the man's tight grip as best she could. Falling. She could fall to her death at any instant. Or be discovered. The security cops walked the grounds at night. What would they think of seeing her stark naked, dangling over the edge of a building, a long, hard prick fucking her juicy little cunt?

She didn't even want to think about those things. They were in her blonde head but it was her cunt that drew her undivided attention. The way the man's hard prick drove mercilessly into her pussy gave her bliss she hadn't known for too long.

"Keep going, love, keep fucking my poor little cunny!"

Her only answer was a grunt from the passionately straining man. He had braced his bare feet against the edge of the building. If he relaxed for a split second, they'd both hurtle to the hard ground ten stories below.

His balls ached from the strain of the fucking. His belly muscles pulled taut and were beginning to ache from the unusual fucking position. His hard prick was being bent at an unnatural angle.

It may have been unusual for him to fuck downward into a gripping, steamy cunt, but it was stimulating him to the breaking point. He barely kept his lead-heavy jism locked up in his balls.

Twisting to and fro, he managed to fuck her virgin-tight cunt with every ounce of strength in his powerful body. He lifted her ass up and drove his hard prick relentlessly into her pussy. Then he bounced up on his toes to make sure his cock was driven as far into her inner reaches as possible. This done, he simply relaxed and let gravity pull her body off his hard prick.

"Can't hang on much longer," he moaned. "You're pushing me outta control. God, gotta fuck you, fuck you good!"

He began pulling her body even more firmly against his. Their crotches ground together in a morass of lust. His bush mingled with hers, the cunt juices spilling out of her aroused pussy.

The tickle of her fuck fluids on his balls made them harden into a compact little bag that pained him. He fought back the burning tide of his come. He wanted more of her pussy. He wanted to feel her cunt massaging his entire buried length of needy hard prick. There was nothing in the whole world that mattered more to the both of them in that instant.

He had to really get his rocks off.

Looking past her slender body, he saw the ground. It was framed by her heaving tits. The big mountains of her titflesh bounced around, giving the view an erotic aspect it wouldn't have otherwise had. The thick, red pointy tips of her nipples were erect and demanding. He wished he could reach down and take them between thumb and forefinger.

Her tits would feel bloated between his fingers, but that wouldn't matter in the least to him. And the beautiful woman would get an added thrill from this attention.

But he needed his hands now on her upper arms for support. He couldn't hold her aloft with just the two belts around their middles.

He allowed his gaze to pass her mounds of succulent tits and go across her belly. It was concave with the strain of fucking. He imagined that his prick caused such a suction in her cunt that it pulled her belly down into her fuck channel.

But that was ridiculous. This was simply a reaction to the unique fucking position he'd gotten her into. The triangle of her pussy hair was like an arrow. His long, firm cock was driving forcefully between her pinkly scalloped inner pussy lips.

Those delicate flaps of aroused flesh were obscenely, wantonly kissing his cock. As if they were lips sucking his hard prick, he was pulled into the humid depths of her cunt.

And he came.

He couldn't stand it any longer. His tensed balls churned around until he thought he'd go crazy from holding back the fiery tide of his jism.

His cock gave a convulsive lurch, then spewed out lava-hot come. He creamed in her cunt until he was milked dry. And he was lifting and dropping her body around his hard prick. The heat, the clutching of her gooey cunt, the unusual position, all conspired against Veronica, too.

As he spilled his jism, she came. Together, they twitched and ground their crotches together in a wild display of unbridled passion.

The slender blonde felt like she was falling and soaring at the same time. She forgot all her fear of high places. She was anchored to the world by this man's hard cock. And she was soaring on the wings of her own orgasm.

Karl Bennet managed to pull her back over the edge of the building and softly kissed her. His lips were sweaty and hot and demanding as they crushed her.

Veronica couldn't help herself. She felt weak and totally in Bennet's control. And she wanted more. She wanted lots more of his cock.