Chapter 2

Clarissa Marshall was not in a good mood. Her first year at college had been anything but the experience she had expected. True, her grades were outstanding and the days since spring break had been much better but those were small condolences in the overall scales of the past nine months. Last fall she had driven her beloved Mustang from her parents house in Northern Virginia to her school. By Christmas she had gotten the news that her father was changing jobs, leaving the city and neighborhood in which she had gown up for Charlotte, North Carolina and an unknown new home. A Christmas spent at the grandparents, the old house having already been sold, had not helped her college situation. Longed for discussions with her parents had be curtailed by intruding cousins, aunts and in-laws. An unusual interning opportunity during spring break had once again kept her from broaching difficult problems with her parents.

Now she had faced interminable hours in a D.C. airport and two hours of economy class hell to travel to a place where she knew not a single person with the exception of her parents, while all her friends and even her sexual mentors and ex next door neighbors the Evans were hundreds of miles away.

She was hot, dirty and tired. It was nearly six o’clock and she just wanted to get somewhere she could take off her shoes and fill her stomach.

She rolled her suitcase behind her and looked once again at the message on her phone:

Sorry running late. Meet you at pickup.

Her mood was not improved when she picked out her mother standing next to the Series 3 BMW convertible. The striking blond standing on the curb was her mother, but in the front passenger seat was not her father, but an equally striking twenty something redhead.

Clarissa greeted her mother with a rather undaughterly open mouth kiss.

“Running later huh?” she said under her breath, tasting the strong flavor of female nectar on her mother’s lips.

“Climb in back baby,” was all her mother said.

As she tossed her suitcase in the trunk she saw a pair of high priced bags already there.

She climbed in the back and the redhead said, “I’m Jessica. Your parents have told me so much about you.”

“Funny, they’ve said nothing about you.”

“Clarissa!” he mother said in her best parent voice.

“Sorry,” the girl said without conviction, setting herself into the seat and clicking her seatbelt.

“Jessica is spending a couple of days with us. We were just picking her bags up and letting her check out of her hotel.”

“So you and daddy have a new toy? Maybe I should have stayed in Virginia.”

“Clarissa,” her mother said over her shoulder as she pulled away from the curb. “I don’t know what’s got into you today, but when your father gets home we’re going to have a serious talk.”

“And where is he now?” the girl asked unimpressed.

“He’s busy working.”

“I can just imagine what he’s working at,” Clarissa thought, but was too smart to say.

Pam would have been surprised at just how right Clarissa was. About ten minute before John had heard a gentle rapping at his door. He had just been finishing up and was about to call it a day.

“Come in.”

In stepped Annie Philips. Annie was John’s equivalent in a related department. John had often found himself in conflict with Annie over policy or resources. Like most of the employees of John’s new place of employment Annie was a twenty something up and comer. One job past an ivy league education, like most of her fellows, she was poached away from the very good position in another company that education and hard work had gotten her.

Annie closed the door behind her and John heard it click.

“What can I do for you, Annie?”

“I saw you last Friday John?” she said.

“Saw me?”

“You and little miss ‘I don’t mix business with pleasure.’”

Annie was wearing a pair of slacks and a pullover top. She reached for the hem of her top and in one smooth motion pulled it over her head.

“What the hell are you doing, Annie?” John snapped.

“I saw you both leave. Ms. All Business had that just fucked look. She was practically walking bow legged.” She reached down and her slacks dropped to the floor.

She stood there, clad only in her bra and panties. Annie had an athlete’s body. Tall and thin and hard. Her boobs were probably A cup size. The dark landing strip visible through her thin panties belied her moderately long dirty blond curly hair. Her noble aquiline nose clashed with her fair white skin.

“How did you ever get into her? Heaven knows I tried. Never said she was totally straight, only that she never played at work.”

“She was finished with her job,” John saw no reason to deny the obvious. If she had seen them leave, Jessica’s state was beyond dispute. “What does any of that have to do with what you’re doing?”

“Since I know that you and Jessica played it answers my question about how married you are. I always figured you were one of those seriously married guys. Guess I was wrong, so...” She let the statement hang.

John looked admiringly at the young woman and thought, If Pam gets a look at you she’d show you pretty quick how seriously married we are.

“It means I can take a shot at doing something I’ve wanted to do for at least the last four months.”

“Annie half then staff is probably still here,” he protested at her obvious intent.

“They are. They’re in the lounge playing video games.”

“What about Bronson?” Bronson was one of the founders. He was probably the only guy at the company older than John.

“He and Angela are ‘in conference’.” She did the air quotes thing with her fingers.

“Hell, Bronson and Angela?” Angela Hemphill was the marketing director. Like her most of her peers she was a single twenty something and a find piece of ass, John thought.

“They’ve been doing it since the week she got here, or maybe the week before she got here. Doesn’t matter, she’s still the best at her job, and probably a few other things too.” Annie actually leered.

“Someone could still come in.”

“I locked the door.”

Hell, John thought. Beautiful hot women were suddenly making it a habit to lock his door and throw themselves at him. A man could get use to that.

She stepped around his desk. He turned his chair toward her and suddenly she was in his lap. Her bra and panties were also in a pile next to his desk and so he had a naked nubile young woman in his arms.

Her long arms enveloped him and her lips found his.

Annie was a desirable woman and John was not about to turn her down. His tongue probed her mouth and she sucked on it. Her ass rubbed against his hardening prick.

Her hands reached down and he felt the cold air on his prick. Somehow she reached down and suddenly he found her legs on his shoulders as she enveloped his cock with her warm pussy. John seemed to remember that her official company biography said she had been a gymnast in her pre-college teenage years. As she began to hump on him he could well believe it. Her body leaned back and her arms were resting on his desk. Her legs hooked behind his head and she was moving on his prick.

“Fuck, I’ve wanted to do this for months.” He cunt was wet enough for him to believe it.

She humped a mere dozen or so times when he felt her first cum shoot though her.

“Ahhh fuck yesss!”

She continued to moved though the orgasm, hardly letting it slow her down. John reached around and cupped her hard ass in his hands, helping her to rub her sheath up and down on his prick.

He’d spent most of last night in a torrid threesome with his wife and their new friend Jessica. This morning Jessica and Pam had woken him up with a dual blow job that had practically caused the young redhead to drown in cum. John was neither close to cumming, nor particularly anxious for this experience to be over too soon.

As she continued to hump on him he rubbed her ass, probing and kneading it. His finger probed at her anus and as she began to shake again he penetrated her rectum.

“Ah shit ... again ... I’m cumming again ... Ahhhh fuck!” Her come was hard and deep.

When she finished this time he said, “Get up!”

She reluctantly got off him. John pulled his pants down, but left his shirt on. He grabbed her hips and turned her around so that she was leaning over his desk. Positioning himself behind her he rammed his prick back into her.

“God yessss. Fuck me you stud. Stick that prick into me and fuck me.”

He could tell she was a dirty talker. As his prick slid in and out of her she gave a running dialog, punctuated by passages of incoherence when another orgasm ran through her.

“Oh yes ... oh fuck ... fuck me John. Stick it to me. Harder. Fuck me harder ... ahhh shit! ... Again ... ohhh yes agai ... there! Do it there! So deep! Uhhhh nooo! Too goood! Harder ... almost there ... Yes! Yes! Yes!”

He fucked her for at least half an hour. Through it all she punctuated the experience with a running dialog of filthy talk. Bent over his desk a puddle of cum was running down her leg and over her shoes. Finally she begged him.

“Cum in me! Cum in me! Please! I can’t take ... any ... more ... Ahhhhh fuckkkkk!” Her last orgasm lasted almost two minutes. The pulsing and pulling of her cunt around him was too much. They were both bathed in sweat and how the whole building couldn’t hear her cries John never understood. At last he felt his dick tingle and grow numb with pleasure as shot after shot bathed her cunt.