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Tricia gripped the leather-wrapped steering wheel of her car and exhaled slowly as she watched the garage door to the underground parking lot of the highrise noisily open. She shut her eyes and squeezed the steering wheel tight to steady the quiver that shot through her hands. Her entire body trembled in anticipation of not knowing what awaited her.
Her stomach fluttered when she thought about her husband and how easily and convincingly she had lied to him about meeting a college girlfriend for dinner. For an instant, she tried to convince herself to head back home and tell another lie - that the dinner plans were cancelled. But the deep seeded, newly awoken desire in her was too overwhelming. It would not be denied. She stepped on the accelerator pedal and steered her vehicle into the parking lot.
She parked her vehicle. Her throat tightened as she lifted her hips off the car seat and removed her panties. He had provided her specific instructions. Tricia couldn’t cancel the rendezvous with him; her desire went beyond a mere need. She secretly ached for the beast in him.
Tricia texted him that she was at the elevators and on her way up. He didn’t text her back. Her pussy clenched when the elevator started its ascent to the penthouse.
Her mind drifted back to when she saw him for the first time. He was dining alone. The attraction and pull to the handsome, well-groomed man was immediate. The way he looked at her from across the room scared and excited Tricia in the same breath.
He stared hungrily at Tricia. The lustful fire burning behind his eyes made his dark orbs appear to be glowing.
Tricia could only gasp and try to hide the confession in her eyes that seemed to scream out to him that there was nothing she would deny him.
He waited patiently for her to leave the table she was seated at with her husband and three other couples. When Tricia exited the ladies room of the restaurant, he was leaning against the wall. She jumped with a start and froze before him. He extended his hand. Tricia reached for the business card he offered her and quickly tucked it into her purse with a shaky hand. He grinned at her and walked away without saying a word.
When she got home, her husband wanted to watch the end of a playoff game that she had no interest in. She sat down next to him, kissed him on the cheek and slid her hand over his cock.
Her husband chuckled and announced, “You can’t be horny so soon. We had sex a few weeks ago. I really want to watch the end of the game.”
Tricia forced a chuckle to hide her disappointment. She was incredibly horny and needed to come. She told her husband she was tired and was heading to bed. Tricia headed straight for the bathroom, locked the door and pulled out his business card from her purse.
“Benjamin Kane,” she whispered his name.
Speaking his name made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end - and made her clit throb. She turned the card over and read the short message he had written for her.
‘Make an appointment with my assistant’.
Tricia silently stared at her reflection in the mirror and cupped the throbbing, wet mound between her legs.
Tricia woke up in a very anxious state on Monday morning. She got up earlier than usual and made her husband pancakes and eggs for breakfast. Time seemed to stand still for Tricia as she made small talk with her husband as he ate his breakfast and she sipped on a piping-hot cup of coffee.
When he got up from the table and reached for his suit jacket that was draped over the back of his chair, Tricia felt a knot tighten in her belly. He kissed her on the cheek and made his way to his car to drive to work. Tricia placed the dishes in the sink and looked out through her kitchen window at the tail lights of his car disappearing down the street. A chill ran down her spine at the thought of calling the number on the business card.
‘I can’t,’ she thought to herself.
“I shouldn’t,” she whispered as her hand reached for her cell phone.
Her trembling hand hovered over her cell phone for a minute as she tried to talk herself out of making the phone call. She gasped, picked up her cell phone and punched in his number. Tricia held her breath and could feel her heart pound harder with each ring that went unanswered.
Her heart skipped a beat when a woman’s voice answered, “Mr. Kane’s office. How may I assist you?” The voice belonged to a young and confident woman.
Tricia couldn’t make a sound; her throat became suddenly parched and tight. She shut her eyes and shook her head. ‘What am I doing?’ she thought to herself.
The young woman spoke again. “Hello?” she asked.
Tricia lifted her head and mustered up enough courage to reply, “Yes, hello. Sorry. Mr. Kane requested that I call and make an appointment.”
“Your name?” the young female voice asked. Tricia could picture her lips curl into a coy grin.
“Tricia.”
A long pause made Tricia very uncomfortable. She considered hanging up and not pursuing the matter any further.
“From the restaurant?” the woman finally asked.
Tricia felt her cheeks burn red and hot with embarrassment and shame - but the heat between her legs burned hotter, and she confessed, “Yes.”
“Are you available for Mr. Kane, today, at one-thirty? He asked me to clear his schedule for half an hour on the outside chance that you would call today.”
Tricia pressed the phone tighter to her ear. ‘Are you available for Mr. Kane?’ - those six words echoed in her mind. Tricia replied, “Yes, I can be there at one-thirty.” Her heart raced so fast that each beat rang in her ears like the pelting of a brass bell.
“I look forward to meeting you, Tricia.” Before Tricia could reply, the assistant added, “Mr. Kane requests that your attire consist of heels and a dress. Please do not wear bra or panties.” She paused and waited for Tricia to reply. When Tricia didn’t reply, she asked, “Can we still expect you at the office?”
Tricia bit her lip. She should have been enraged at the lewd assumption and the inappropriate request. She should have ended the call and thrown his business card in the trash. But something inside her, something base and primal was triggered and only served to increase her arousal.
“Yes,” she replied in a low growl.
At one-thirty exactly, Tricia exhaled hard and pressed the intercom button next to the glazed glass doors of Mr. Kane’s office.
The young woman’s voice crackled through the small speaker, “How may I assist you?”
“Hi, yes, it’s Tricia.”
“Please come in,” the voice said and the door’s magnetic lock disengaged.
Tricia pushed the door open and entered the office. Her eyes darted to the very attractive woman she had spoken with. She was standing in front of the reception counter with a welcoming smile on her face. She took a step forward, extended her hand and greeted her. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Tricia. I’m Valerie. Please follow me.”
Tricia was struck by the tall, slender brunette dressed in a short, black skirt and tight, white, button-down shirt. The black stilettos accentuated her long, toned legs. The skirt was tight enough that Tricia could see the outline of the garter belt Valerie was wearing. The way her breasts freely jiggled and swayed under her shirt gave away that she wasn’t wearing a bra.
The thought aroused Tricia. Neither she nor Valerie was wearing panties or a bra.
Tricia thought it strange that Valerie held on to her hand as she led her to Mr. Kane’s office. To her surprise, she didn’t try to pull her hand away from Valerie’s. In fact, she found herself squeezing Valerie’s hand tighter with each step that took them closer to Mr. Kane’s door.
Valerie stopped in front of Mr. Kane’s office door and smiled, “No need to be nervous, Tricia. You may leave any time you want to. All the doors on this floor are only locked from the outside.”
Tricia nodded and smiled nervously at Valerie as she opened the door and announced to Mr. Kane that his visitor had arrived.
Mr. Kane was seated behind a ten foot long, dark mahogany, almost bare desk. He stared at Tricia as he told the person he was on the phone with that he would call them back.
He stood up and addressed Valerie, “I want you to stay.” His request was stern, yet his tone was absent of any arrogance.
Valerie was pleased that he had asked her to stay. She stood at attention and nodded, “Of course, Mr. Kane.”
He held Tricia’s nervous gaze and said, “Thank you for meeting me today.”
Tricia could only nod. She couldn’t pry her eyes away from his piercing gaze. He looked handsome in his fine tailored, olive-colored suit. Tricia sensed the raw, sexual intensity that bubbled beneath his polished exterior. She ached to know what it would feel like to have the beast in him unleashed on her body.
“Why are you here, Tricia?” he asked and grinned at her.
Tricia lowered her head and held her breath. She couldn’t bring herself to truthfully answer his question. She was dripping wet at the thought of being fucked by Mr. Kane. The thought of having the beautiful Valerie watch on as she was being fucked sent a perverse chill up Tricia’s spine. She imagined passionately kissing Valerie while her pussy was being pounded by a hard, thick cock.
He placed the pads of his fingers under her chin and lifted her head. “Why are you here, Tricia?” he calmly asked.
Tricia shook her head. “I-I don’t know,” she stuttered barely above a whisper.
Mr. Kane looked at Valerie and asked her, “Why do you think Tricia is here, Valerie?”
Valerie grinned and replied, “Sex.”
“Is Valerie correct, Tricia?” he softly growled the question into her ear.
Tricia gasped and remained silent.
Mr. Kane asked, “We have less than half an hour, Tricia. How can I give you what you desire if you don’t tell me what it is that you want?”
Tricia turned to look at Valerie. Valerie smiled at her and said, “Mr. Kane is a very busy man, Tricia. You wouldn’t have agreed to meet with him if you didn’t want his cock. Tell him the twisted, perverted things you desire.”
Trica almost came listening to Valerie speak so openly about sex between strangers. She closed her eyes and replied, “I don’t know what I want. But I don’t want to leave.”
Tricia was startled by how fast Mr. Kane moved and grabbed Valerie by the throat. He spun her around and pinned her against his desk.
“Fuck!” Valerie gasped as she spread her legs and hiked up her black skirt over her hips.
Tricia’s eyes darted to the hairless slit glistening between Valerie’s legs. The black garter belt and stockings were a stark contrast against Valerie’s pale skin.
Mr. Kane growled at Tricia and pointed to a spot on the carpeted floor between Valerie’s spread legs. Tricia knelt in front of Valerie and looked up at Mr. Kane as he pulled his thick, throbbing, fully erect cock out of his pants. The thickness of his cock made Tricia unsure if she could take him inside her. It looked as thick as a beer can. But she wanted and needed to feel a hard cock fill her up. She wanted her pussy to be stretched to its limit. She needed a savage fucking and was willing to take whatever pain came with it. It had been far too long since she had been sexually satisfied by a cock.
Mr. Kane grinned at Tricia and grabbed a fist full of her hair and slowly pushed her face between Valerie’s spread legs. “Eat her slowly, Tricia. But do not make her come. Valerie loves to be edged and denied an orgasm.”
Tricia nodded and replied, “Yes, Mr. Kane.”
Valerie moaned and thrust her quivering hips into Tricia’s face when her tongue made contact with Valerie’s clit. “Fuck!” Valerie grunted.
Tricia sucked, nibbled and licked at the soft folds of Valerie’s dripping pussy. She sent her tongue deep into Valerie’s slick, sticky hole. The scent and taste of her pussy filled Tricia’s senses. Her own pussy clenched and ached to be filled and stretched.
“Fuck me! Fuck me hard, please!” Valerie shamelessly pleaded.
Mr. Kane yanked Tricia’s head away from Valerie’s gaping hole. Both women moaned and writhed in protest. Mr. Kane looked down at Tricia and grinned as he stroked his cock and pulled her head towards his thick, twitching meat.
Tricia opened her mouth wide and Mr. Kane slowly pushed his cock into her mouth until its tip hit the back of her throat. She looked up at him through watery eyes as he pushed his cock head down her throat.
“Fuck!” he growled and threw his head back.
Tricia was pleased to learn that she could still control her gag reflex. Watching the pleasure her throat gave Mr. Kane aroused Tricia even more.
Mr. Kane pulled Tricia’s mouth off his cock and lifted her to her feet by her hair. He roughly shoved Valerie onto her back. “Look at my cock,” he ordered. Tricia lowered her eyes to his beautiful, thick, throbbing meat. He gripped it tight in one hand and parted Valerie's inner pussy lips with its glistening tip.
Valerie moaned and pleaded, “Hard. Stick it in my pussy hard.”
Mr. Kane grunted, and with a stabbing thrust pushed the entire length of his cock deep into Valerie’s belly. Her back arched and her head flailed side to side as she let out a long, gurgling moan. Tricia was transfixed as she watched on in silence as Mr. Kane slowly pulled his cock completely out of Valerie’s pussy. She jumped with a start and a yelp when Mr. Kane, still gripping her hair, forced her to her knees again.
He growled at Tricia, “Suck her cunt juice off my cock.”
Tricia greedily opened her mouth and took his cock to the back of her throat. Valerie’s slick, pussy juice mixed with the musky taste of Mr. Kane’s cock sent Tricia’s senses reeling. She moaned loudly and clawed at her pussy.
Mr. Kane slid his cock out of Tricia’s mouth and stabbed it deep into Valerie. He released his grip on Tricia’s hair and placed both his hands on Valerie’s hips. Valerie moaned and wailed as he began to fuck her hard. His hips crashed into hers with a wet and slick, slapping sound.
“Yeesss!” Valerie hissed through her clenched teeth.
He pulled his cock out of Valerie and stroked it hard and fast against the top of Valerie’s thigh. “You don’t get to come today,” he growled as he shot his load of cum on Valerie’s black stocking.
The creamy, white liquid pooled and started to slowly drip down the side of Valerie’s thigh. It called out to Tricia against the black backdrop of the sheer stocking. Tricia rubbed her clit hard and thrust her hips in a fucking motion. She was close to coming.
When Mr. Kane had finished emptying his balls, he grabbed Tricia’s hair and pushed her mouth onto the top of Valerie’s thigh.
“Every last drop, eat every last drop of my cum,” he ordered.
Tricia slurped the hot cum into her mouth and swallowed it. She licked at Valerie’s thigh to lap up the cum that had dripped down her thigh. She continued to rub her clit. Her pussy clenched and her belly fluttered.
Mr. Kane lifted Tricia off the floor by her hair and snarled, “You don’t get to come today, either. Valerie will be in contact with you and provide you the details of when I want to see you again.”
Valerie slid off the desk and bent at the waist. She licked Mr. Kane’s cock clean and tucked it back into his pants. Valerie stood up, pulled her dress down and escorted Tricia out of Mr. Kane’s office.
Valerie sat down behind the reception desk and asked, “Mr. Kane wants you tomorrow night, at his penthouse. Seven PM sharp.”
Tricia was still processing what had just happened. She shook her head and asked, “Why didn’t he fuck me?”
Valerie chuckled and replied, “He will. Be patient. Mr. Kane is a bit of a sadist. Trust me, Tricia, the wait is worth it.”
Tricia forced a smile and replied, “In for a penny. In for a pound. Tomorrow at seven is fine.” Tricia cleared her throat and nervously asked, “Will you be there?”
Valerie grinned and asked, “Do you want me to be there?”
Tricia nodded, “Yes. You’re the first woman I …” She didn’t finish the sentence.
“I’m flattered!” Valerie replied. “It’s Mr. Kane’s decision. He hasn’t asked me to join the both of you. He might want you all to himself.” Valerie winked, “I can’t say I blame him. You’re a very sexy lady, Tricia.”
~
The elevator came to a full stop. Tricia exited and made her way to the only door on the floor. She took a deep breath and knocked three times. She held her breath and hoped it would be Valerie to open the door and greet her.
The door handle turned and the door slowly swung open. Valerie stood in the doorway and greeted Tricia with a smile and extended her hand. Tricia smiled back and slipped her hand in Valerie’s.
Valerie mischievously whispered to Tricia as they walked to Mr. Kane’s bedroom, “I had to beg him to join you, Tricia. He agreed, but I had to agree to be denied to orgasm.”
Tricia grinned and replied, “I can drive you home after he’s finished with us. My car has a big backseat.”
Valerie squeezed Tricia’s hand and moaned, “Mmmm, yes, please. But first, let's get you fucked by Mr. Kane's big cock."
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