by MIMI WILDE
He stretched out on the bed as he watched her undress. His face showed real appreciation for her beauty. She knew she really liked Adam as a person, a lot more than she liked Digger. But he still did not excite her in the way Digger did.
She peeled out of her panties and stretched out on the bed beside him. She kissed his throat and his chest. She tongued his nipple and then slid her lips back down his cock. He had leaked a little more. She gingerly took him into her mouth again and sucked on it. She was able to get it all into her mouth without a problem. Resting her head on his belly, he played with her hair as she sucked.
It took a little while but then his prick started to harden again. When she got him completely stiff, she released him with a soft plopping sound. Raising up, she rolled over on top of his body. She brushed her breasts against his chest, nipple to nipple.
“You want me,” she said. “You want to be inside me?”
“Oh yes,” he said.
Spreading her legs around him, she gripped his cock in her fingers and guided him to her wet pussy. She raised up and his cock slipped easily up into her. She rested with his cock deep inside.
“Oh yes, this is nice,” she moaned.
It was nice. Not wild and violent like it was with Digger but nice. But the problem was nice did not satisfy her completely. She started to bounce on his cock, feeling his cock push up into pussy deep. His lubricating fluid with her juice and made a wet sound as she bounced. She wanted to be satisfied with him. She wanted it to be the romantic climax she read about in books. But she was not a romantic heroine carried away to rapture with the man she loved.
What was wrong with her, she thought? Why did she need it so rough?
He had already come once and he was not going to come fast. Her first come was not earth shattering. It was a nice little quiver in her belly. Along with all the wine, it left her feeling euphoric. She half-forgot she was supposed to be pleasuring him. Another few minutes of the rocking motion might have even put her to sleep, but Adam pushed her gently off him and onto her belly. He stood up behind her.
Position her ass with a pillow underneath, for a moment she was afraid he was going to take her ass. He was not the type. She braced herself for his assault, but instead he slipped his fat cock easily into her pussy. He was deeper and he had more control, and for the first time he began to violently thrust into her.
She might have come again if he had lasted long enough. But he was already past the point of no return.
“Oh fuck,” he groaned. “I love you, Lucy.”
Oh damn, she thought. The last thing she needed was someone else in love with her. She drew in her breath and managed a last burst of energy to drive her hips back against his thrusting cock. He grunted savagely as he ploughed into her. His cum spurted into her like a soothing balm. It wasn’t a lot his second time but she kept moving until his prick had finished. He went soft a few moments later and slipped out of her. She quickly turned on her knees and took his cock into her mouth again, cleaning his cock as Sylvia had done Troy.
When she was sure he was clean of her own juice and his cum, she raised her head and smiled.
“Was I worth the money?” she asked.
“It wasn’t about the money,” he whispered.
“Yes, it was,” she whispered. “I’m truly a whore at heart. Never forget that.
13.
Whore.
She wrote the word down on a scratchpad on her desk. Outside her office it was raining, a hard storm that had come up unexpectedly. In the other office she could hear Troy talking on the phone. Troy still had some idea that if he worked hard enough and pleased her, they would run away together. In the meantime it was a complicated, confusing situation.
She had come a long way since she had written the word down on a pad at the Fort Bell supermarket. She sighed as she drew tiny hearts around the word on her scratchpad.
There was money in the bank, a lot of money. She kept getting those overstuffed envelopes every week from Digger and he kept thinking of new and more vulgar sexual game to put her through. Not that she hated the games. She hated everything about him, but he still excited her tremendously.
And then there was Adam Pease who occasionally gave her envelopes of money both for the information she gave him about the day to day running of the tannery, and for occasional quickies in a nearby motel room or in his car. She knew she was playing a dangerous game. If Digger ever found out, there would be hell to pay.
There was enough money. She could take her mother and move out of the state. She could sell the farm eventually and she could open up a business of her own. She didn’t know what kind of business but she was confident she could find something.
Everything was working out exactly as she planned.
Or was it?
The problem was she didn’t want to leave so badly anymore. In the office she had power. She had Sylvia bringing her coffee and Troy jumping at the sound of her voice and looking at her with adoring eyes. And she had Digger giving her sexual thrills she never thought possible.
But the truth was she was a whore, purchased by Digger. A whore was a whore was a whore. She wasn’t her mother yet. She wasn’t giving five dollar hand jobs and ten dollar blowjobs to truck drivers, but the only difference was price. It wouldn’t be long before her value would start going down for Digger.
Troy stepped into her office. “Lucy.”
Her eyes grew hard. “I’ve told you to call me Miss Lloyd in the office.”
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I was just going to step out for some coffee. You want any?”
“No thanks.”
He looked unhappy. He had looked a lot like a whipped puppy ever since he had eaten her out in the office. It had broken his spirit. He was attempting to keep up his appearance as a hard, disciplined manager but even the people in the offices were starting to notice. Digger was right. It hadn’t been her intention but she had ruined him. Since the incident, she was running the offices and everyone knew it.
It was odd but even Sylvia had transferred her affection. She no longer fucked or sucked Troy unless Lucy insisted. It was as if she would always be the willing servant of the lead dog, and Lucy was the lead dog.
Power, Lucy thought. It was all about power. She loved the feeling of being in charge.
So why did she also love what Digger did to her?
She turned to look out the small window of her office and saw Digger and Adam Pease standing in the rain near the new building. Digger was upset, waving his arms excitedly. Adam Pease seemed unconcerned. He turned away from Digger and started walking toward her office. Digger grabbed him by the shirt sleeve and Pease shook him away. Digger grabbed him again and suddenly someone else appeared near them. A big man grabbed Digger by the collar and pulled him away.
Digger waved his arms again but he didn’t to grab Pease again.
All three of them came toward her office. Troy still had not returned and she met them at the door. Digger’s face was red with fury. Pease was half-smiling. She had never seen the man with them before, but he was a muscular giant.
“What’s going on?” Lucy asked.
“After many years of devoted service, Digger Wynn has decided he’s stepping down as head of Wynn Tannery.”
“You bastard,” Digger Wynn said.
“I’ve brought him over here before he cleans out his desk and is escorted off the property because I thought you might have something to say to him.”
“Why would the bitch have anything to say to me?” Digger asked, confused.
“Because the bitch is mostly responsible for showing your ass the door,” Adam Pease said. “We knew every time you left town. We knew everybody you brought to the cottage to do business with.”
“You fucking whore,” Digger said.
Lucy swung her left arm with all her might. She didn’t slap him. She caught him with her fist in the nose and bloodied it. He jumped back with a sob and grabbed his nose. Blood went anywhere.
“Maybe I am a whore,” Lucy said, “but you made me that way.”
“I’ll see you and your Momma in hell,” Digger screamed.
“I think it’s time you went along and cleaned out your desk,” Pease said. “Please escort him, Jonathan. And make sure you get all his keys.”
“Yes, Mr. Pease,” the hulking giant said.
Fifteen minutes later the hulking giant escorted Digger to his car, and Lucy watched Digger drive away from the office complex.
“The security guard has been told not to allow him back on the lot,” Pease said, “but it probably doesn’t matter. Digger Wynn has lost the tannery and most of his money. His home is lost too. He even lost the Caddie. By tonight he will be on his way to the in-laws in South Carolina. I expect he will end up selling used cars for his father in law.”
“You did all this,” Lucy said.
“We did it together,” he said “Walk with me.”
They walked to the new building where he showed her an adjoining office to Digger’s old one. It was three times the size of her small office, and even had a television and a bar built into a wall.
“This is your new place,” he said.
“What?”
“To the victors go the spoils,” he said. “Don’t worry about your mother. I have made arrangements to keep her in Hopewell. I think she’s happy there.”
“Thank you,” she said.
“You can also keep the cottage. It belongs to the company. I’ll also make arrangements to sell the farm if you like. I think I can get you a good price. Now what I want from you is to put a management team together and get this place back on good footing until my boss finds an operational manager. I’m afraid this all kind of blew up before anybody was expecting it.”
“My head is spinning.”
“Listen to me, Lucy. You’re smart enough to do this. You’ve already been practically running the company. Just keep everything going until we get organized. And when we get this all sorted out, I think we can find work for you in the company. Profitable work.”
Lucy nodded. “I can’t believe this is happening.”
“Believe it,” Adam said. “Digger was just too damn smart for his own good. He played too many financial games, and then he gambled everything away. And then there was you?”
“What about me?”
“He looked at you and he saw a dumb eighteen year old girl with a pair of big tits. He thought there was only one thing you were good for. He couldn’t see how really smart you were.”
“What do you see, Adam?” Lucy asked.
“I see an intelligent woman who can go far. You need a little polish, a little sophistication. You need a bit more education. But you are good, Lucy. I think you can do anything if you believe in yourself.”
“I know what I want to do now,” she said.
She took him by the hand and led him over to Digger’s office. She shut and locked the door and kicked off her shoes. Her dress had a zipper down the back and she pulled it down and then slithered out of it.
“You don’t have to do this,” Adam said
“I know,” she said. “I want to do this.”
She pushed Adam down on the couch and she slid into his lap. She put her arms around his neck and kissed him. He moaned as she stabbed her tongue into his mouth. She couldn’t believe how hot she had gotten so quickly. She kissed him harder and rubbed her bottom against him. His prick was getting more firm.
“Is this what the girls in the strip clubs do?” she asked.
“I don’t really go to strip clubs,” he said.
She believed him. He wasn’t the type. Not at all like Digger who had probably visited every strip club in the United States. At the thought of Digger, she shivered a little. Lord, she was going to what he did to her, the bastard. Her nipples pressed irritably against her thin, push-up bra and she reached behind and unhooked it. She shook it off.
“Taste my tits,’ she moaned.
She put her hand on the back of his head and pulled his face against her breast. His tongue brushed her nipple. She gasped a little and his mouth opened wider. He sucked hard at her flesh. He pulled his head back and bit at her throbbing nipple.
“I’d be your strip girl,” she said.
He sucked at her again. His teeth once again scraped her flesh. By now Digger would be tearing her clothes off and pushing his big cock into her. By now Digger would be in her pussy or her ass or her mouth, without concern for her wants.
Adam was just too nice.
But right she was desperate and even a nice cock would some of her tension.
She slipped out of his lap and slid her panties down her legs and kicked them off. She dropped down onto the softly carpeted floor. She unbuckled his pants and pulled them down to his knees. Then his boxer shorts. His cock jumped up against her cheek.
“How many times did you do this for Digger?” Adam Pease asked.
It was not a question she wanted to answer. Why would he even want to know? It would only hurt him to think about her sucking Digger’s fat cock. And he would know when she lied and said she hated it. It was not true. She had loved it.
She didn’t answer he didn’t ask again. She opened her mouth and captured his cock. He groaned again as she slowly drew his cock into her mouth. She felt his cock throbbing inside her mouth and she tasted a little of his cock cream.
“Oh, baby,” he groaned.
She bobbed her head a few times and liked the taste of his cum. She was almost tempted. But her pussy throbbed in anticipation, and she wanted a cock inside her. She slipped up his body and pressed her breasts against his chest. She reached beneath and grabbed his cock and guided it up to the entrance to her pussy. She slowly settled down on him with a sigh.
“Oh yeah, baby,” he said. “Oh yeah.”
She kissed him again, thrusting her tongue into his mouth. She started lifting up and down. His cock slid into her deeper. It was nice. But it wasn’t the brutal way Digger fucked her, and brutal was what she needed.
“Fuck me,” she gasped. “Fuck me good.”
Adam tried to give her what she needed. He rolled her over on the couch and started thrusting in and out of her as hard as he could.
“That’s it,” she moaned. “That’s it, baby.”
Harder and harder and she felt her orgasm growing. She was on the brink, but when it came, it was more of a brief pop tan an explosion. Her juices flowed around his still thrusting cock.
“Fill me up, babe,” he moaned. “Fill my pussy.”
He gave a soft gasp as his prick jumped inside her. His cum shot into her. She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him tight, and moved her bottom as she squeezed her cunt walls together to get every last drop from his cock.
“Lord, baby,” he said.
…..
With the power finally hers completely, Lucy made changes. The changes were not liked but people quickly learned it was either her way or they were gone. Every department in the admin offices tightened up. Older works went ahead and took early retirement. Some young and ambitious sales people were hired.
Adam Pease talked to her a lot on the phone. Adam was in New York getting instructions from his boss. But mostly Adam just approved things decisions she had already made.
It was hard work, and it left her even less popular than before.
Two weeks later she looked up to see Sylvia standing tentatively in her doorway. She felt tired and irritable and she knew a part of it was missing what Digger gave her. There was no real man in her life anymore. Even a pig like Digger would be welcomed.
“What,” she said.
“Can we talk,” Sylvia said.
“Come in,” Lucy said.
Papers cluttered Lucy’s desk. Sylvia walked across the room and sat in the chair in front of the desk and crossed her long, silken legs. She wore a dark blue dress of a clingy material.
“You’ve been very busy, Miss Lloyd,” Sylvia said.
“There’s a lot to be done
,” Lucy said.
“Maybe I could help,” Sylvia said. Sylvia looked down at the floor. “I mean, Troy is really not good for anything much anymore. I mean anything. He thinks you’re kind of shoving him to the side.”
“With good reason,” Lucy said.
Sylvia nodded. “So I was thinking you could use a good assistant. I could go back to bringing you coffee, or anything you needed. I’d like to take care of you.”
“You’re not fucking Troy anymore,” Lucy said.
Sylvia shook her head. “Like I said, he’s not really good for anything anymore.”
“Maybe I could use help,” Lucy said.
“Thank you, Miss Lloyd,” Sylvia said. “I appreciate it. I’ll do anything you want. Anything.”
A rush of power that was nearly sexual went through her. She squeezed her thighs together involuntarily. She looked closely at Sylvia’s flushed appearance. She had never dreamed of doing anything with a woman. People did not do that in Fort Bell. She licked her lips.
“Would you shut the door, Sylvia?”
“Yes mam,” Sylvia said.
Sylvia shut the door and locked it. She turned around and stood without moving, as awaiting her next command.
“You really like being told what to do, don’t you, Sylvia?”
“Yes Mam,” Sylvia said.
“Have you ever done anything with another woman?”
“Like what, Mam?” Sylvia asked.
“I mean, sexually.”
“No Mam.”
“What would you do if I ordered you?”
“Anything,” Sylvia said.
“Well, cousin,” Lucy said. “Come over here.”
Ripples of pleasure went through her body and Sylvia hadn’t even touched her. She tugged her skirt up to her waist. She had not worn stockings. She wore flimsy black panties. She spread her legs a little wider as Sylvia knelt on the floor.
“Take care of me, Sylvia,” she said.
Sylvia slipped her hands all the way up between Lucy’s legs. Her lips touched.
“Mm,” Lucy moaned. She put her and behind Sylvia’s head and pulled her closer. Sylvia started licking her panties, and Lucy closed her thighs around Sylvia’s head. Lucy was wet and quivering. She pushed Sylvia’s head back and quickly rolled her panties down her legs and kicked them off. She spread her legs again.