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Be Reasonable. Do It My Way Ch. 03

By: Olddirtyman



Olivia Freemont strode, to all appearances, confidently into Harry Brinkton's outer office. Her 42DD tits jiggled delightfully with every step. For some reason, though, she was nervous. She couldn't figure out why. She had run this scam a thousand times before. It was nothing new. All she had to do was show a man a column of bogus numbers, flash some cleavage, or let him feel her up a bit and she would have him hooked.

Maybe it was her new pseudonym. She'd never used Olivia Freemont before. She would sometimes get a little shaky with a new name. Maybe it was the size of the payoff. She'd always been able to scam a few hundred thousand here and a few hundred thousand there. But, this jackpot had the word "million" attached to it. She was hoping that she could retire after this one. 

She wanted to buy a big house somewhere, live a life of ease, and maybe even have her very own big-dicked pool boy to fuck like her friend Aggie Walker.

Maybe it was the warning that Aggie had given her about Harry Brinkton. 

"My husband's partner is not like other men," Aggie had said, "You'll need to pull every trick you know and then some."

"Oh, come on, Aggie," Olivia had said, "all men are pushovers for a rack like mine."

"Not this one," Aggie had said earnestly, "Your boobs won't mean one damned thing to him until he wants them to."

Olivia had decided to check this guy out for herself. That's why she had delivered those paper the previous afternoon. It had given her an excuse to be in the neighborhood. She waited and watched. When Harry left the building Olivia followed him. He drove to a little bar at the north end of the downtown district called Diller's. It was a notorious pick-up joint. Young singles gathered there for no other reason than to hook up with other young singles for a night of sex. 

Olivia knew that type of saloon well. She had been in places like that many times herself. They young men didn't care that she was over forty. They just cared that her tits were over forty. The fact that those tits hovered over a waspish waist, wide hips, a bubble butt and thunder thighs didn't hurt either. Of course, few of those young men got past her jugs long enough to see the rest of the package until they had their faces buried in her hot cunt and their cocks buried between her thick, dick sucking lips.

"What a pathetic loser," she had thought, "A middle-aged man is never going to get any traction in a place like that."

As she watched him through the evening she began to change her mind. When he entered the bar several heads turned and several voices called out some sort of greeting. He seemed to know everybody and everybody seemed to know him.

The bartender set a beer down in front of Harry just as he sat down. Harry was obviously a regular at Diller's. 

Through the evening Harry bantered with the guys and flirted with the women. Every now and them a young lady would come over and sit down next to him. They would talk a bit. Sometimes Harry would lean over and whisper something to the woman. She would blush or giggle. When each girl left it was with smiles and hugs. It never seemed to appear to be a failed pick up.

Not all of Olivia's attention was on Harry, however. Her spectacular dimensions were attracting a veritable parade of young men. She would indulge a bit of mutual touchy-feely under the table, sometimes some outright groping. By the time Harry did anything that was really worth her full attention she was pretty darned horny.

There was a girl sitting at the far end of the bar that Olivia had figured couldn't be a minute over nineteen. She was probably drinking on a false I.D. No biggie to Olivia. She had done a lot of that at the same age. There were two things that stood out on this particular young lady. They were the same things that stood out on Olivia. The girl had boobs that were almost as big as her own. 

Every guy in the bar, including the bartender, had tried to hit on her at least once. Some had done so several times. All had been shot down. 

Around midnight the girl got up from her bar stool and drifted over toward Harry. They talked and joked a bit. After a while Olivia saw the girl's hand drift down to start moving slowly and rhythmically in Harry's lap. He leaned over to whisper something in her ear while he tweaked the nipple of one those huge tits through the girl's blouse. Abruptly they got up and left together. It was so sudden that they were almost to the door when Olivia remembered to get up to follow them.

She watched them in the parking lot just long enough to figure out which car they were going to then got in her own vehicle.

Olivia fumbled around in her purse to find her car keys. By the time she found them and looked back up Harry had stripped the girl to the waist and was happily humping her hooters. Olivia couldn't take it anymore. She was way too hot and bothered. She dropped her keys back into her purse, lifted her skirt, stuck her hand into her panties and started fingering her dripping snatch.

She had orgasmed twice watching Harry fuck the girl's mouth.

By the time Harry got into his own car and drove away she was so worked up that all she could do was to run back into the bar, grab the first young man who crossed her path, and take him back to her hotel room. She just about fucked the poor kid's dick off.

Maybe that was what was bothering her. The dynamic in this con was radically different. She was usually calm and in absolute control. It was her mark that would wind up all hot and bothered. But, she couldn't get the image of that face fuck out of her mind.

Plus she was tired. The only reason she had gotten any sleep at all was because the young man she had taken back to her hotel room had finally run out of gas.

As she walked up to Gloria's desk she said, "I have an appointment with Mr.Brinkton."

"Ah," said Gloria, " Ms. Freemont, you're exactly on time. Mr. Brinkton likes that." She pressed a button on the intercom and said, "Mr. Brinkton, Ms. Freemont has arrived."

"Please, show her in, Ms. Crenshaw," Harry's voice crackled from the speaker.

Grabbing a steno pad, Gloria rose from her desk and started walking toward the inner office door.

"Follow me, please," she said.

Olivia couldn't quite put her finger on it, but there was something very different about Brinkton's secretary that day. The Gloria Crenshaw she had talked to the previous afternoon had been relaxed and smiling. She had been wearing a very sheer blouse, almost too sheer for an office, and had the top three buttons undone which had shown a generous amount of cleavage. Her long, brown hair had been worn down over her shoulders. 

This Gloria Crenshaw had her hair pulled back and done up in a bun, wore a thick white blouse which was buttoned up to her neck, and wore a navy blue blazer over that. Her attitude was cordial, but business like.

Gloria opened the inner office door motioning for Olivia to go in. 

As Olivia entered she straightened her back to make sure that her tits would be the first things that this guy saw.

Harry rose from his desk and strode across the large office to greet her.

"Welcome, Ms. Freemont. It is a pleasure to finally meet you. My partner, Bill Walker, speaks well of you," said Harry as his looked her unwaveringly in the eye.

His gaze was so direct and penetrating that Olivia found it a bit unnerving. Many men would make some effort to impress her by looking at her almond shaped blue eyes. But, even the most self-controlled of them couldn't help the occasional glance at her boobs. Not so with Harry Brinkton. He stayed so rock solidly focused on her eyes that she felt that he was looking right through her into the outer office.

"Please, have a seat," Harry said placing his hand firmly between her shoulder blades to guide her to a chair which was placed directly in front of his desk.

This was definitely not what Olivia had expected. This was not the friendly, bantering Harry Brinkton who had so vigorously banged the big boobs of a nineteen year old the night before. This was not even the usual behavior of other marks she had targeted in the past. Most of them would guide her to a chair with their hand on the small of her back with the intent of trying to cop a feel of her deliciously rounded ass.

Aggie's warning floated through her head, "My husband's partner is not like other men." She was beginning to see what Aggie had meant.

"Please, be seated," Harry said as they arrived at the chair. Then he turned to Gloria and said, "Ms. Crenshaw, could you, please, stay here to take notes on this meeting?"

"Yes, sir," Gloria answered.

Olivia looked at Gloria then back at Harry and started to say, "Mr. Brinkton, I have some spread sheets and..."

"Please, be seated," Harry cut her off firmly and bit off each word as he sat down in his own chair behind his wide, oak desk. "Are those the same papers that you dropped off yesterday?"

"They are similar," said Olivia.

"Then there is probably no need for them," Harry said curtly, "I have your other spread sheet right here." He opened a file folder that was on his desk.

As she sat Olivia thought, "Shit! This is not going well. I have to figure out some way to take control of this."

She didn't get the chance. As soon as her bubble butt hit the seat Harry started bombarding her with questions about the spread sheet and the services which she was supposedly offering from A.W. Accounting and Consultanting.

"Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!" she thought as she gamely tried to field Harry's questions. 

It had become obvious that she was not going to give the sales pitch that had worked so well with Bill Walker. It had been pretty standard stuff with him. She had entered Bill's office with the top three buttons of her blouse undone which showed a good deal of her inviting cleavage. Bill's eyes were riveted to it from the moment she sashayed into his office. She was out of the offered chair almost immediately and had slowly worked her way around to Bill's side of the desk. She leaned over right next to him pointing to numbers on the sheet, giving vague and circuitous answers to his questions, and rubbing her tits up and down along his arm to make sure that he stayed properly distracted. She couldn't have him looking too closely at the numbers after all.

Bill had popped a boner from the first moment that he had seen her. By the time she had started massaging his arm with those huge jugs he was so hard that it almost hurt. Slowly he reached up to brush the nearest tit with the back of his hand. If she called him on it he could always claim that it was accidental. But, he had to get a feel, however fleeting, of those tits.

It was the moment that Olivia had been waiting for. She grabbed the arms of Bill Walker's chair, spun him around until he was facing her, stood bolt upright with her hands on her wide, sexy hips and said, sternly, "Did you just do what I think you just did?"

Bill was mortified. 

"It was an accident," he sputtered, "I didn't mean to." 

Olivia leaned over to grasp the arms of the chair again. That position put her hooters no more than an inch from the executive's trembling face. She leaned over a bit farther until her lips were right next to his ear, which lodged Bill's face firmly in her cleavage.

"I'm not mad," Olivia whispered then licked his ear, "but if you're going to do it," she stood up, slowly unbuttoned her blouse, undid the hook on her front of her bra, grabbed his hands to place them on her tits, "do it the right way."

Bill was ecstatic. Never in his life had he imagined would ever even see a pair of tits like this up close let alone get his hands on them. They were, huge. They were round. They were soft. They looked like two bowling balls stuffed into a couple of sacks, but they felt like velvet pillows.

"You like?" she purred.

"Oh my God," he moaned, "Oh my fucking God!"

She reached down to his crotch and rubbed his hard cock through his trouser. He sighed and thrust his hips against her hand.

"Lock the door, baby," Olivia whispered, "We don't want to be interrupted."

As much as Bill hated to let go of her tits he got up and stumbled to the door. He kept tripping over furniture on his way over and on his way back because he couldn't take his eyes of her massive melons. By the time he got back to his chair he had unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his trousers, and unzipped his fly.

He was about to take his pants down when she said, "No," in a throaty, sensuous voice, "let me."

She slowly lowered his trousers, then just a slowly lowered his underwear. 

When his six inch prick sprang free she cooed, "Oooh. It's nice and hard!"

What she was thinking, on the other hand was, "Dickless little shit! I'd better get this over with quickly."

She kissed the head of his dick then slid her thick lips up and down it twice. Bill moaned at the pleasure of it.

"Sit," she said.

Bill sat. 

Olivia knelt down in front of him.

"Kiss, lick and bite my tits," she said as she stroked his dick, "It make me hot." 

She didn't have to tell him twice. He dove at her tits and bathed them with his tongue while pinched her nipples. He just couldn't believe the size and shape of them. He was pretty sure that the woman was past forty yet there was only a hint of sag to her mams. As he began to kiss and suck on her nips she pretended to moan and sigh. 

She rhythmically stroked his dick while he soaked her boobs in his saliva. Olivia knew that he wasn't going to last much longer so she started stroking him more vigorously.

"Oh, Jesus God!" Bill yelled as he tried to pull her tits closer to his dick. He desperately wanted to fuck them. He was beyond reason or sanity. The only thing that existed for him in that moment was to get his bone between those boobs and coat them with his ball butter. "I'm going to cum any second!"

"He's ready," she thought wickedly.

She squeezed his cock at the base in just the right way to prevent him from cumming. Bill moaned, half in pain half in relief as the pressure from his balls receded. 

As soon as she was sure that she had prevented his flow she let go of his prong, stood up, and started to close her bra.

"What are you doing?" he said in panic.

"Oh, I'm sorry," said Olivia with mock contrition as she stuffed her hooters back into their holder, "but, we've let this go entirely too far. I came here to discuss business and we've both let ourselves get diverted."

"Please," Bill whimpered.

"Please?," Olivia asked with a smirk.

"Please, let me cum!" he whined.

"I'm afraid I can't do that, Mr. Walker." She said as she started to button up her blouse. "It would be entirely inappropriate," she turned away as if to go then slowly turned back, "unless..." she let the word hang in the air.

"Unless what?" he said weakly.

"Unless," she paused to pull her still mostly unbuttoned blouse to either side of her tits then leaned forward until they were scant millimeters from Bill's face, "you're certain that we can do business together. You'll see a lot more of these," she lifted her tits for emphasis, "if we can."

Bill was breathing heavily. His cock throbbed with need. He was gripping the arms of his chair so tightly that his knuckles we turning white.

"All you need to do is sign one little paper and these," she squeezed her tits and tweaked her nipples, "will be all yours."

Although the pressure in his balls was making him crazy he squeaked, "I can't."

"Of course you can," she cooed, "Certainly, you know how to sign your name." She reached down to briefly fondle his balls. She quickly pulled her hand away and said, "Just sign the agreement."

"I can't" he said again, "I have a partner."

"Surely you can talk him into going along once you've signed," she said licking her full lips and running a finger down her cavernous cleavage.

"You don't understand," he whispered pathetically to her tits, "Our partnership agreement won't allow me to do that."

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"There's a clause in the agreement which states that," he shuddered as she ran a finger along the bottom of his boner, "if we're going to enter into business with a new company or begin any new direction for our business," he moaned as she licked his ear, "we first have to sign a document which states our mutual intent to do so. It's a safeguard that's in our partnership agreement to prevent either of us from taking unilateral action against the other."

Olivia thought about that for a moment and realized that at least one of these jokers was smarter than she had given either of them credit for.

She made him groan by giving the head of his stalk a long, slow lick then said, "Are you willing to go ahead?" 

She cupped his face in her hand and kissed him deeply and sensuously, using lots of tongue. He reached up to fondle her breasts again. She grabbed his hand and placed it firmly back on the arm of his chair.

As she ended the kiss she looked him into his eyes and said, "Do you want to do business with me?"

"Yes! Yes!" he shouted, "But..."

Olivia put her fingers to her lips to shush him, "I'll tell you what we can do," she licked her finger which made Bill shudder again, "Get your partner on the phone and get me an appointment with him. I'm sure that I can convince him to agree." With that she leaned down to give the head of his cock a wet, sloppy kiss.

Bill didn't hesitate for a moment the head that this gorgeous, stacked blonde was kissing had long ago overruled the balding head on his shoulders. He grabbed his phone and dialed Harry's office hoping against hope that his partner wasn't in so that he could just set up the appointment through Gloria.

He got lucky, so to speak. Harry was out of his office. It took a bit of convincing, but he finally managed to talk Gloria into making the appointment. He had to promise that Gloria wouldn't be in any trouble and that he would explain everything to Harry. It hadn't been easy because as soon as he had started dialing Olivia had started sliding her thick, wet lips up and down his pole. He was having trouble thinking let alone talking.

"It's done," he managed to croak, "You have an appointment with Harry Brinkton on Thursday morning at 9:30."

He gazed down into the deep crevasse between her tits and said, "Now, please..." He was almost to the point of tears.

The hot blonde slid her lips off of Bill's prick and said, "It's a bit earlier in the day than I would ordinarily like, but it will do." She gave his dick one more lick. "Good boy," she purred.

She leaned back, unbuttoned her blouse again, shrugged it off, opened the catch on her bra, mashed her huge tits together, spit into the vast cleavage, and jammed it down on Bill's prick. His hips began humping the second that her tit flesh touched his raging hardon.

The sensation was heavenly as he fucked Olivia's gigantic jugs. As he humped, gasped, and wheezed they both knew that he wouldn't last long. He tried to think of other things to make the sensation last. But, there wasn't anything else that he could think of except the huge, soft, slick rack that encased his bone. 

"Cum for me, baby," she purred. "Cover my tits in you hot jizz."

"Oh, fuck! Oh, shit!" he cried. "Oh, my fucking God!"

He humped two or three more times and then his balls let go a torrent like he had never experienced before. He squirted fountains on her mountains. It felt like every ounce of moisture in his body, every thought or feeling, every brain cell, every fiber of his being was shooting out through the end of his dick. It all hit her squarely under her chin and dribbled down onto her fuckbags.

As soon as Olivia had cleaned up and left Bill Walkers office she knew what she had to do. When she got to her car she pulled out her cell phone and called Agnes Walker to tell her what had happened. That's when Aggie had given Olivia the warning about Harry Brinkton. 


Be Reasonable. Do It My Way Ch. 03



That warning was ringing in her ears as Harry continued to bombard her with questions. She hated being there. Without any chance to put her best assets (mainly her huge tits) to use she was feeling helpless. As she tried gamely to deal with Brinkton's questions she squirmed in her seat. 

About twenty minutes into the meeting Harry suddenly stood up. He leaned over the desk resting his hands on the desk top and looked at Olivia sternly.

"Ms. Freemont," he said in a low even tone as his eyes narrowed, "I'm getting very tired of you evasive and uninformative answers." His eyes never wavered from hers. "If I don't start getting some direct answers to direct questions very soon I am going to have to terminate this meeting and that will be the end of it. Have I made myself quite clear?"

"Mr. Brinkton, if you'll look at the spread sheet..."

"Have I made myself quite clear?" Harry barked.

For the first time in her adult life Olivia did not know what to do. This had all gone terribly wrong. In that moment all of her preparation meant nothing. Her startlingly curvaceous body meant nothing. All her years of experience as a swindler meant nothing. The worst part was not only the fact that had she lost control of the whole thing, but Harry Brinkton's penetrating gaze was having a physical effect on her. Her nipples were harder than granite. They were making inviting little dents in her blouse. Her pussy was wetter than she could ever remember it being. 

Between her frustration, confusion, and horniness all she could think of to say was to squeak out, "Yes, sir."

At that moment someone knocked on the office door. 

"I'm in a meeting!" Harry shouted toward the door with annoyance, "Whatever you want will have to wait!"

The door opened slowly. A young, red-haired woman reluctantly stuck her head into the office.

"I'm very sorry, Mr. Brinkton, but we have a situation out here in the office that requires the attention of someone able to make an executive decision."

"That's why I hire middle managers, Ms. Blum," said Harry angrily.

"They sent me to get you or Mr. Walker," said Wanda Blum seeming to tremble behind the door.

"So why not get Bill?" Harry answered, "I'm a bit busy at the moment."

"Mr. Walker is down at the loading dock. Those parts for those new machines we ordered for the factory floor have arrived," said Wanda seeming close to tears, "He wanted to get a look at them when they came in."

"Crap!" Harry said then shook his head as though realizing what he had just said, "Please, pardon my language, ladies."

He heaved a heavy sigh and said to Wanda, "All right. I had for gotten all about that. Let me take care of this and I'll be right there."

"I'm very sorry, sir," said Wanda meekly, " I didn't mean to interrupt."

"It's okay, Ms. Blum," Harry answered soothingly, "It's not your fault. You were just doing your job. You go on ahead and I'll be right there."

"Thank you, sir," Wanda said softly as she left the room and closed the door.

Harry turned to Olivia and said, "I must apologize, Ms. Freemont. I'm going to have to go deal with this. I'll be back shortly. This shouldn't take long."

"It's quite all right," said Olivia, "You could not have known that this would come up."

"Thank you," said Harry, "you are kind to say so. I'll be right back."

With that he swiftly left his office.

Olivia suppressed a sigh of relief. Brinkton's little crisis might be just what she needed. It might give her time to think of a way to turn this rolling disaster around. She wracked her brain trying to remember every trick she knew to set this situation back in the direction she wanted. Unfortunately all that came to mind was Aggie's warning alternating with the memory of Harry face fucking that girl in the parking lot. Her nipples were so hard that they almost hurt.

Realizing that this line of thinking was getting her nowhere she decided to try a different tactic. Maybe she could engage Brinkton's secretary in some casual girl talk and get some more information.

She turned to Gloria and asked, "Is he always like this?"

She might not have asked that particular question had she known what was going on in the outer office.

A grinning Wanda Blum was standing behind Gloria's desk when Harry left his office.

"Well done, Wanda," said Harry, "Your timing was perfect."

"Thanks, Harry," Wanda answered, "I've got the monitor on."

"Good girl," said Harry walking over to stand next to her. He gave her cheek a kiss and her ass a squeeze.

"Good God, Harry," she giggled as she snuggled her rounded rear further into his palm, "you know what that does to me."

Harry whispered into her ear, "Later. Right now we need to watch."

In the bottom drawer of Gloria's desk, where any other secretary would have kept files, was a small video monitor. The monitor was linked to a camera embedded in the wall of Harry's office behind his desk. If Harry had been at his desk all anyone would have seen was the back of his head. But when Harry was away it showed the chair directly in front of the desk and whoever was sitting in it. That morning it was focused on Olivia Freemont.

That was the real secret to what Harry called "The Twenty Minute Gambit". He would meet with someone in his office, but roughly twenty minutes into the meeting Gloria or someone like Wanda (if , like on this morning, Gloria was in the office for the meeting) would interrupt the meeting with some fabricated crisis, claim that they couldn't get Bill, and give Harry an excuse to leave for a few minutes. Harry then would come out to watch whatever the person he was meeting with did while he was out. It gave him a dandy way to evaluate what kind of person he was dealing with.

Of course, in this case, he already had a pretty good idea. But, he had figured that double checking this way couldn't hurt.

"Wow!" Wanda exclaimed, "She looks like she's got half the secretarial pool's cleavage stuffed into that blouse."

"That is quite an amazing body," said Harry.

"It doesn't seem to have affected you very much," the red head said with a smirk as she reached down to stroke Harry's dick through his trousers.

"How do you figure that?"

"You're only half hard."

"I've been focusing on trying to dodge a bullet rather than on her body," Harry replied seriously.

Wanda whispered directly into Harry's ear, "True. But, I'll bet you'll fuck her later." She gave his prong another squeeze as it began it stiffen and lengthen.

"Until she's bowlegged and screaming for more," said Harry with a grin, "You're damn right!"

"So when do I get mine?" she asked as she stroked him.

"Later," said harry removing her hand, "She's talking to Gloria."

They both watched the monitor intently as Olivia said, "Is he always like this?"

"Like what?" said Gloria.

"Curt, abrupt, bordering on rude," Olivia answered, "Is he always like that?"

"No," said Gloria.

Olivia heaved a sigh of relief.

"Usually he's worse," Gloria said flatly, "He's in a particularly good mood today."

Olivia looked stricken.

Wanda and Harry fought to suppress the urge to laugh out loud when they heard that.

"By the way," Gloria continued, "You might want button up your blouse the rest of the way. Harry's a real stickler for office decorum."

Olivia looked like she had just been punched in the stomach. She quickly buttoned her blouse to the top. Even so the deep v-neck of the garment showed a considerable amount of bulging tit flesh.

Wanda and Harry were ready to explode with mirth. It was a major struggle to keep it in. Wanda knew that she couldn't wait any longer. She let the laugh go, but slapped both hands over her mouth to muffle the sound. It made her big tits jiggle enticingly. Harry was tuning beet red holding from holding his breath to stop his laughter.

Harry finally let his breath out and said to Wanda, "Time for us both to get back to work."

"You still haven't answered my question, Harry," Wanda said.

"What question?"

"When do I get mine?"

"Well," said Harry with exaggerated thoughtfulness, "I will have to use this hardon you've given me at some point."

"Promises, promises," Wanda said with smirk.

"Later," Harry said firmly, "We both have work to do."

"Promises, promises," Wanda repeated giving her luscious ass an extra sway as she left the room.

Harry had only been half kidding. Between her fondling and her jiggling jugs Wanda had made Harry hard as steel. He considered waiting a bit longer until it went down then thought better of it. This would be a very good way to keep Ms. Freemont off balance. 

Slowly and carefully he opened the door to his office. Gloria looked like she was about to say something when Harry held his finger up to his lips to shush her. He walked silently across the office until he stood right next to Olivia's chair.

"Ms. Freemont," he said, "Again I must apologize."

When Olivia turned her head to respond she found herself staring directly at the long, thick, solid bulge that Harry's cock made in his trouser leg. She just stared at it for a moment. She wanted nothing more than to reach out and grab it. He wanted, and needed to stroke it, squeeze it, suck it, and fuck it. Under the circumstances, though, she knew that she didn't dare.

"I'm going to have to cut this meeting short," Harry continued evenly, "The crisis out in our offices is going to take considerably longer than I had thought to resolve. Ms. Crenshaw can set up another meeting for early next week if that's agreeable to you." 

"Yes," said Olivia weakly, "please." 

The proximity of that hard dick was driving her crazy with lust. Her breathing was becoming heavier. It made her bulging breasts rise and fall in a most attractive and sexy manner.

Meanwhile, Gloria had gone to Harry's desk and opened his appointment book.

"You have an opening next Tuesday at two o'clock, Mr. Brinkton," she said.

"Would that work for you, Ms. Freemont?" Harry asked.

"Y-yes," Olivia stammered.

Olivia didn't know what was happening to her. She had never stammered in her life.

"Then it's settled," said Harry, "We'll meet next Tuesday at two."

Olivia tried gamely to maintain eye contact. But, she couldn't help stealing an occasional glance at the pronounced impression that stiff dick was making in Harry's pants leg.

Harry continued, "I will look forward to taking some time to have a more detailed discussion with you about," for the first time since Olivia had arrived Harry's eyes left hers to travel slowly and deliberately down to look directly at her 42DD funbags, after which he just as slowly returned his gaze to her eyes and finished his sentence, "all that you have to offer."

Olivia almost had an orgasm right then and there. What was going on? She had never been this turned on. The only time that this guy had even touched her was to put his hand between her shoulder blades when guided her to the chair. How could he be making her so hot?

"Now," said Harry, "if you'll excuse me, I have a crisis to deal with."

Harry wasn't being completely dishonest. He stalked out of his office intent on reaming his partner a new asshole.

Olivia got unsteadily to her feet. Gloria took her arm and walked her to the elevators. As the doors closed it began to dawn on Olivia what had just happened. It was something that had never happened before. She'd just been given the bum's rush! The anger at that realization hit like a blow to the head with a baseball bat. Blind rage swelled up inside her. She began pounding the walls and screaming "SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!" just as the elevator doors opened on the ground floor of the building.



Be Reasonable. Do It My Way Ch. 04-06



Chapter 4

Agnes Walker's huge, round tits wobbled and danced as she bounced up and down on the pool boy's ten inch dick. The eighteen year old kid was sprawled out, flat on his back, on her living room floor and only half conscious. She had already fucked him into exhaustion. He was just marginally aware that the stacked, raven-haired beauty was sliding up and down his pole again. 

For her part, Agnes didn't give a rat's ass one way or the other if the kid was aware of her or not. All she cared about was that, after a good deal of effort, she had managed to get his dick hard one last time so that she could ride it to one last orgasm. When she had achieved that she could get on with her day.

"He may only be a kid, but he's got a man-sized cock," she thought as she continued her pole dance, "not like my husband's little, six inch weenie."

She reached up to squeeze her round, full tits and pinched her nipples as she stepped up the pace on her on fucking. She knew she was getting close. The half-conscious kid she was riding shifted his hips underneath her and inadvertently made his dick hit just the right spot inside her dripping pussy. That set her off.

"Yes! Yes!" she screamed as the orgasm hit her. 

She bounced, shuddered, shook, and moaned with the pleasure of it. Her twat gushed juice down onto the kid's ball. She squeezed her hooters so hard she was afraid that she might leave marks. Her hips lurched and her tits quivered. 

At long last, as the orgasm subsided, she slumped down on top of the pool boy. His dick slid out of her snatch with a loud slurping sound.

"God, I needed that," she whispered.

That's when the phone rang.

"Shit!" Agnes exclaimed angrily. "This had better be fucking important!" 

She got up off of the, at that point, completely unconscious pool boy and stomped across the room to the little coffee table where the phone was. By the time she got there her face had gone from post orgasmic bliss to a snarl. Her anger was at full boil. Then she saw the caller I.D. It was Olivia's cell phone.

Her mood turned on a dime from anger to a combination of hope and apprehension.

She picked up the phone and didn't even say "Hello". She just said, "What happened?"

"Well," Olivia said slowly, "I met with Harry Brinkton."

"And?" said Agnes. 

"It didn't go the usual way," said Olivia.

"I'd figured that. How did it go?" Agnes asked, furrowing her brow.

Olivia described the meeting with Harry in almost every detail. She was careful to omit her own apprehension and how horny the whole thing had made her. The nipples of her bowling ball sized knockers were still hard as little pebbles and her pussy was still just short of gushing.

"Damn!" said Agnes. "Did he even look at your body?"

"Just once," Olivia replied, "at the end of the meeting"

She described to Agnes how Harry had so slowly and deliberately broken eye contact to stare, openly and arrogantly, at her tits. What she didn't tell her friend was that when Harry stopped boldly ogling her boobs and restored eye contact they both knew what it meant. Even though those massive gazongas were attached to her body, Harry Brinkton owned them. The very thought made Olivia shudder with a combination of fear and lust.

"You were right," Olivia told her friend, "He's not like other men."

"So, now what are you going to do?" Agnes asked with rising frustration.

"It's not over yet, Aggie," said Olivia reassuringly, "Harry told his secretary to set up another meeting for next Tuesday."

There was a long silence as Agnes processed that bit of information.

"Agnes," said Olivia, "are you still there?"

"Yes," said Agnes distractedly, "I'm still here. Something's not right about this."

"What do you mean? What's not right?"

"I'm not sure. It's just that this isn't Harry's usual way of dealing with women."

"I still don't understand," said Olivia.

"Well," Agnes said trying to gather her thoughts, "it kind of depends on whether we're talking about his business life or his personal life."

"Most men can't separate the two. You're right. He is different," said Olivia. 

"That's the thing," said Agnes, "He can do that." 

"How?" Olivia asked.

"Well," Agnes answered, "I don't exactly know what goes on in his head to make that happen, but I can see the results. As much as I hate the bastard, I have to admit that he's been very good at promoting and hiring women for positions of authority in that company."

"Okay," said Olivia dismissively, "so he's good about affirmative action. So what?"

"No it's more than that," said Agnes, "He's got an eye for talent and he doesn't care if it's coming from a man or a woman. If somebody has ability Harry will put that ability to work."

Agnes went on to explain that Artpico's middle and upper management team was pretty evenly balance between men and women in those positions. 

"It might be tipped a little, tiny bit toward the men, but not enough that anyone could complain about it." Agnes concluded, "I never liked the son of a bitch and I never will. But, one of the few things that I respect about him is the fact that he is the most fair-minded man that I've ever met."

"So, he doesn't mix business with pleasure," said Olivia.

"I wouldn't go that far," Agnes said with a chuckle, "There is probably not a female employee in that company that Harry hasn't banged bowlegged at least once. He just doesn't let it interfere with his business judgment." 

"That's one hell of a big contradiction!" Olivia exclaimed.

"That's the thing about Harry," said Agnes, "He's a mass of contradictions. His personal life is completely different from that."

"Different how?" said Olivia.

Agnes answered quickly, "He either rejects you outright and never deals with you again or he fucks you senseless. I only know of one exception to that rule." 

"Who's the exception?" asked Olivia.

"It doesn't matter," said Agnes then swiftly changed the subject, "So, are you free for lunch?"

"I'm sorry. I'll have to beg off, Aggie. I just got done with that meeting with Harry and you know how I am with mornings." said Olivia.

"You think they should be illegal," Agnes said with a laugh.

"Damn right!" said Olivia. 

They both laughed.

Then Agnes asked, "Late night last night?"

"You don't know the half of it," Olivia answered with a giggle. She then proceeded to give her a blow by blow, as it were, description of her rut with the young man she had taken home from the bar the night before.

Even after that rather detailed description Agnes still didn't know the half of it. Olivia had carefully left out the part about how watching Harry face fuck that girl in the parking lot had gotten her so worked up in the first place.

Agnes laughed and said, "Don't feel too bad about it. I did the same thing to the pool boy just before you called."

"Ooooh," said Olivia with a chuckle, "You wicked, little slut."

"Said the choir girl who grabbed some random kid out of a bar and fucked him into oblivion," Agnes replied in mock offense, "And who are you calling 'little' anyway? We are nearly the same bra size after all"

"Don't I know it," said Olivia.

When they both finally stopped laughing Agnes said, "Okay. You need to get some rest and I have a lot to get done today. Lunch tomorrow? Noonish? Zelmar's"

"You're on," said Olivia, "Thanks, 'Bye" said Olivia.

"See you tomorrow," said Agnes, " 'Bye."

As she hung up the phone she heard a moan from across the room. The pool boy was finally waking up. She padded over to where he was still sprawled out on the floor. 

She nudged him in the ribs with her foot and said, "Get up! Get dressed! Get back to work or get out! I don't care which. I've got things to do today."

"Yes, ma'am," he said groggily as he fumbled around to try to find his pants.

At that Agnes ran across the room, and bounded up the stairs to take a shower and dress. It was going to be a very busy day.

Chapter 5

Harry stormed across the building to his partner's office angrier than he could ever remember being. As he raged into Bill's outer office Dee Dee, Bill's secretary, tried to stop him. 

She grabbed his arm and said, "Please, don't, Harry," she looked at him with pleading eyes. "He's in a really bad way. I don't think that he should talk to anyone right now."

Harry took a deep breath to try to calm his anger. He knew that it wouldn't be right or productive for him to take it out on Dee Dee. She hadn't even been in the office when the whole thing started.

He took another deep breath and said, "He's going to have to talk to somebody at some point. It should probably be me since I'm the one who is going to have to clean up this mess."

Dee Dee looked up at him with her big, round, blue eyes which were evenly set above a little button nose and a tiny, cupid's bow mouth. Her round, heavily freckled face was framed by long, curly, red hair. All this was set atop a four foot nine inch tall Earth Mother of a body; wide hips, generous breasts, thick thighs, and a waist that was just wide enough to carry it all comfortably. She was an incredibly sexy, little package. But, this was not a girl made for a one night stand or a quicky. This was a woman that a man would want to spend a very long time making love to. Not that Harry would ever try. He knew that she only had eyes for his partner, Bill Walker. 

"You right," she said, "Listen, I'm really sorry about this I should have been here. I could have stopped it."

Harry had been just about to enter Bill's office when she said that. He turned around to face her, placed his hands gently on upper arms, and looked her in the eye.

In a quiet but firm tone he said, "Bullshit."

"But..." she started to say.

Harry cut her off. "Young lady, you were exactly where you were supposed to be. You were with your relatives giving them comfort and helping them to grieve. You were at precisely the right place at the right time. You were with your family burying your grandmother.

It would have been absolutely inappropriate for you to have been here under those circumstances. This is not your fault!"

Dee Dee smiled weakly and said, "Thanks, Harry. I guess I needed to hear that from someone besides Bill."

"I suppose that he's not in much of position to be much help at the moment," said Harry.

"It's worse than that. I'm worried about him, Harry. I've never seen him like this. He just looks so," she looked as though she was about to burst into tears, "broken."

"I'll talk to him," said Harry comfortingly, "We'll set this right."

"Thank you, Harry," she said as she encased him in an almost bone crushing hug. 

As she buried her face in his chest he stroked her hair and said, "It's all going to be all right. We'll take care of it."

After several minutes Dee Dee said, "He's lucky to have you as a friend, Harry." With that she let him go and walked back to her desk.

"He's lucky to have you around here looking after him, too, you know," Harry said just before entering Bill's office.

"Thanks, Harry," he heard her say as he closed Bill's office door behind him. 

If it had been difficult for him to stay angry while talking to Dee Dee it was absolutely impossible when he saw his partner.

Bill Walker sat slumped in his office chair with his double chin resting on his chest and his hands dangling aimlessly down past the chair's arms. He seemed deflated and defeated.

Dee Dee had been right. He seemed broken.

"I know why you're here," Bill said in a small voice, "I'm sorry."

"Just tell me what happened, Bill," said Harry softly.

Bill began to tell Harry, in what sometimes seemed unnecessarily graphic detail, about his encounter with Olivia Freemont. Nearly,every third sentence was an apology.

As Bill told the story his mood seemed to improve slowly, but surely. Maybe it was because he was finally getting it out of his system. Maybe it was because he was slowly starting to realize what a wild sexual experience it had been for him. Maybe it was a little of both. By the time he got to describing how it felt to fuck Olivia's tits Harry stopped him.

"Hold it!" said Harry, "I have a question."

"What?" Bill asked.

With a wry smile Harry said, "Are you apologizing or bragging?"

They both fell apart with laughter.

After they calmed down a little Bill said, "Listen, Harry joking aside I really am sorry about..."

Harry cut him off, "That's like the eighteenth or nineteenth time you've apologized, Bill. We've covered that. Knock it off and move on. Will you, please?" He was smiling when he said it.

"You're right," said Bill, "as usual."

"I can't really blame you too much for wanting to get your hands on a pair like that," said Harry, "It took every ounce of self control I had to resist them myself."

"You resisted her?" said Bill incredulously.

"For the time being I kind of have to," said Harry. "I need to find out exactly what she's up to, try to nip it in the bud, and maybe prevent her from pulling this on someone else."

Bill nodded solemnly then said with a chuckle, "Then you'll fuck her brains out."

"And then some," said Harry with a big grin, "You're damned right!"

Bill leaned back in his chair and said, 'You know, I don't think I've ever even seen a woman built like that since college."

"You knew a woman built like that in college?"

"Yeah. She was Agnes's best friend," said Bill, "Her name was Zel something. I can't remember her last name. I haven't seen her since then."

"Wow," said Harry, "A woman built like that and Aggie. That must have been a killer duo," he smirked and added, "or killer quartette, depending on your point of view."

Bill laughed and chucked a pencil at his partner, "Hey!" he said, "That's my wife you're talking about, asshole!"

"All right. All right," said Harry, "you've made your point."

"Anyway," said Bill, "Long story short, she couldn't get any dates." 

"She couldn't get any dates?" Harry asked as though he had just seen a giraffe take flight.

"It's true," said Bill.

Harry thought about that for a moment and said, "I guess that's not as weird as it sounds. A woman built like that would be kind of intimidating to most men of any age. She'd be downright scary to some college kid."

"No," said Bill, "It wasn't that."

"What was it then?" asked Harry.

"Well, she had the body of a goddess," said Bill, "But, she had a face that could gag a goat."

"You're kidding, right?" Harry laughed.

"No," said Bill, "I'm serious. Think of Olivia's body. Then try to imaging a face that is that degree of ugliness."

Harry was racked with hysterics, "Stop it, man. You're killing me here."

"She had a round, little face, big eyes, a long mouth with no lips..."

Harry interrupted saying, "Really thin lipped?"

"No," said Bill, "I mean no lips at all! Zip! Zilch! Bupkis! Nada! Diddly Squat!"

"You're full of shit, Bill. You're making this up!" Harry gasped between guffaws.

"I'm not making it up!" said Bill, "Besides, it get worse."

"Now I know you're making it up!" said Harry, "What could be worse?"

"Her nose," said Bill.

"Okay," said Harry calming down a bit, "I'll bite. What was wrong with her nose?"

"Her nose was this huge, bulbous thing that took up nearly a third of her face!" said Bill.

Harry suddenly stopped laughing and sat bolt upright in his chair. It had just dawned on him that while Bill was capable of spinning a good yarn now and then his imagination was not such that it would allow him to spin it in such detail.

He looked at his partner and said, "You're serious."

"Yes," said Bill.

Harry slumped back into the chair and said, "That must have been tough." 

"What must have been tough?" Bill asked.

"Well, to grow up with a face like that," Harry said more to himself than to Bill. "Think of the teasing she must have gone through in grade school or highschool."

"I hadn't thought of that," said Bill.

"And then," Harry continued, "to have become an adult and grown that spectacular body and not having had it do her any good. That must have been horrifyingly frustrating."

There was a long silence while both men chewed on that thought.

"That's the thing about you, Harry," Bill said at last.

"What?" said Harry.

"You're always able to see past the surface of things. You pull us all out of our one and two dimensional cubby holes and enable the people around you to think in three dimensions."

There was another long silence.

Finally Harry broke it. "Don't go getting all mushy on me, buddy," he said with a smirk, "You say one more nice thing about me and I'll have to deck you."

"Right," said Bill.

"So what happened to this gal?" asked Harry.

"What do you mean?" Bill asked back.

"If she was Aggie's best friend how come she wasn't at your wedding? How come I never met her?" Harry asked earnestly, "I know she wasn't at the wedding. I'd definitely remember meeting someone who looked like that, and, at that age, I might have been the one asshole crazy enough to try to seduce her."

Bill started laughing so hard that he almost fell out of his chair.

"You're right!" he gasped, "Back then you'd fuck anyone who looked female and was still breathing!"

That launched Harry into another round of guffaws. 

"Yes," he said between laughs, "I was somewhat, shall we say, indiscreet back then."

"Indiscreet my ass!" said Bill, "You were the horniest S.O.B. anyone had ever seen."

"Yeah," said Harry after he had calmed down a little, "It's amazing that I fucking survived." Then he looked at Bill and said seriously, "So, what happened to her? Why wasn't she at the wedding?"

"I don't know," said Bill with a shrug, "She was supposed to have been the Maid of Honor, but Agnes replaced her at the last minute. I asked her why, but she wouldn't talk about it. We haven't heard from Zel since."

"Weird," Harry muttered. "Anyway," he continued, "We have other thing to face down. We have Olivia Freemont and our other little problem." 

"The I.R.S. audit?" said Bill with a troubled look.

"The I.R.S. audit," Harry confirmed.

"I don't like that," said Bill.

"Nobody does," Harry responded, "But, we've got nothing to worry about. We set our tax policy when we founded the company. Our accountants coordinate with our lawyers to make sure that everything we do tax-wise is legal. They have strict orders to even avoid the little grey areas of the law so that everything is clear and on the up and up. We have nothing to worry about."

"Are you sure?" Bill asked.

"Bill, worst case scenario on this one is that they disallow one or two of our deductions. We pay the tax and whatever penalties are involved and we move on. There's nothing in there that we can get arrested for and nothing that's big enough to break or even hurt the company. We're good here."

"Okay," said Bill becoming less tense, "What about Ms. Freemont?"

"You didn't sign anything, did you?" Harry asked.

"No," said Bill.

"Then it's not a problem," said Harry smiling, "You didn't sign anything, so we're not obligated to anything. That means that all I have to do is find out what our blonde bombshell is up to and head her off at the pass."

"And fuck the hell out of her," said Bill with a grin.

Harry returned the grin saying, "And fuck the hell out of her. Yeah. You've got that right, buddy." He stood up and walked to the door.

"One other thing," said Harry to his partner seriously.

"What's that?" said Bill.

"Anything relating to the situation with Olivia Freemont stays inside the loop," Harry said. "The loop is you, Dee Dee, Gloria, and me. Nobody else!"

"Not even Agnes?" Bill asked.

"Especially not Aggie!" said Harry. "The last thing we need is to have her roaming around underfoot trying to scare up trouble. We've got enough on our plate at the moment."




Be Reasonable. Do It My Way Ch. 04-06



As much as Bill hated to hear Harry speak ill of his wife he knew that he was right.

After a long silence he said, "You, me, Dee Dee, and Gloria. Right."

"Good," said Harry, "Now both of us need to get back to work. Quit worrying. I'll see you later."

When he emerged from Bill's office Dee Dee jumped up from her desk and threw herself at Harry to give him another big hug.

"Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you," she said into his chest.

"For what?" he said

"I heard you guys laughing in there," she chirped. "You made him feel better."

"It's part of the job description," said Harry, "He's still going to bear watching. Keep an eye on him. Make sure that he stays busy, or at least diverted." 

"I can think of a few ways to do that," said the young redhead licking her lips slowly.

"That's not exactly what I meant," Harry said with a chuckle, "But that would certainly do the trick."

As Dee Dee turned and practically skipped into Bill's office Harry turned toward his own office. 

As he walked he shook his head and thought, "Only ten years until retirement. I can do this. I can make it."



Chapter 6

As Harry left to return to his own office Dee Dee bounced into Bill Walker's office.

"I'm glad that you're feeling better, Mr. Walker," Dee Dee chirped.

Bill immediately looked up from the papers that he had been working on. Whenever Dee Dee addressed him as "Mr. Walker" instead of "Bill" he knew what she had on her mind.

As she walked toward his desk she put a little extra sway to her hips. That created a little extra bounce to the twin basketballs she had hidden under her sweater. Bill's eyes were glued to the bounce. It sent signals straight to his dick.

She grabbed one of the arms of his office chair and turned the chair around until it was facing her. She rested a hand on each arm of the chair. Then she began to sway from side to side which turned her massive breasts into huge pendulums which riveted Bill's attention.

"Mr. Brinkton said that I should try to keep you busy and diverted," Dee Dee said softly, "Can you think of a way that we could make that happen?"

Bill couldn't think of anything else at that moment. He reached out to pull her closer. He wanted nothing more than to bury his face between those globes and stay there wrapped in Dee Dee's warmth. 

As he reached for her she stood up.

Waggling her finger at him she said with a smile, "No, no, no. You know the rules. No groping through clothing." 

She yanked her sweater up over her head to reveal the thin, lacy bra which was struggling mightily to contain her magnificent spheres. When she had managed to pull her arms out of the sleeves she threw the sweater aside and reached behind her to unclasp her beleaguered brassiere. She slipped the bra off of her shoulders then lifted up her breasts as though in offering and said, "I only want you to feel bare flesh."

Bill pulled her close plunging his face into the deep crevasse between her mountains. He licked. He nibbled. He fondled. He twisted her nipples. He licked the entire circumference of each breast. 

Suddenly he abandoned her breasts, lifted his hands to her face, and pulled her in for a long, deep kiss. Their tongues danced and weaved with each other. They dueled. They caressed. Dee Dee's arms snaked around Bill's neck as he reached his hands behind her back to pull her closer. Their tongues continued to explore and slither. 

After several minutes of sensuous tongue waltzing Dee Dee broke the kiss. She stood up, unzipped her skirt, pushed it to the floor, and stepped out of it. Bill was mesmerized. His wife was built like a brick shithouse, but as he watched his young secretary remove her skirt he could not imagine a woman more beautiful than Dee Dee Lathrope.

Dee Dee hooked her thumbs in the sides of her panties. She looked at Bill with an impish grin and said, "I don't know if I should take these off or not."

"Why?" Bill asked in a near panic.

Dee Dee's grin widened as she said, "Well, one of us is over dressed."

Immediately Bill leaped to his feet and began to rip off his clothing. He stripped in seconds flat. When he was done Dee Dee turned her back to him. Slowly, teasingly she lowered her panties until they were just below her incredibly round ass. 

She turned her head to look at Bill behind her, waggled her butt and said, "See anything you like?"

Bill just groaned. He dropped to his knees grasped her hind cheeks in his hands, and plunged his tongue into her hot, dripping slit.

At that it was Dee Dee's turn to groan. She could feel his tongue sliding in and out of her vagina while the fingers of one of his hands diddled her clit and the fingers of his other hand tickled her rosebud. It didn't take too much of that to put her over the top. She bucked, quivered, and moaned as the orgasm hit her.

"Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God!" she gasped. 

As her convulsions subsided she reached behind her to push Bill's head away. She turned to face him. He looked up at her quizzically.

"Your turn," she smiled. Then she pointed to his chair and said, "Sit."

Bill knew what was coming and couldn't get into his chair fast enough.

Dee Dee knelt before him. She reached out to gently stroke his stiff pole. She kept sliding her delicate hand up and down his erection as she planted a wet, sloppy kiss on the head of it.

Bill shuddered from the contact of her soft lips. She slipped her mouth ever so slowly down the right side of his cock, slipped back up, licked the head, then repeated the process on the left side. After that she began to lick and nuzzle his ball sac. Bill quivered at the unbelievable pleasure of it. Finally she licked and sucked her way back up to the head of his dick. She gave it a long, drenching kiss then plunged her mouth straight down Bill's shaft until her chin rested on his balls and her nose was in his pubic hair. 

Bill lurched at the suddenness of it. She began to pick up the pace. Her head bobbed up and down his prick with ever increasing speed. Her tongue was in constant motion as she sucked him. It seemed to be everywhere at once. It touched, massaged, and caressed every inch of his cock. He gripped the back of her head. He wasn't trying to guide her movements. He was hanging on for dear life. He had never felt anything this wonderful. 

He was mere seconds from cumming and they both knew it. She pulled her mouth off his dick. It left her mouth with a pop.

"You don't want waste all that good jizz down my throat. Do you, Mr. Walker?" she said with a wicked smile.

Bill shook his head, then nodded, then shook his head, then nodded. He wasn't at all certain that he didn't want to do that. It had felt so good!

"No," she said as her smile got wider, "I know what you want."

With that she grabbed a breast in each hand and mashed them around his hard cock. Bill slapped his hands over hers and started furiously humping the huge, fleshy globes. They both knew that he wasn't going to last long.

"That's it, Mr. Walker," she coaxed, "Cum for me. Cum all over my big tits!"

Bill continued to bang away at her breasts. He had lost all awareness of anything but the soft skin that surrounded his dick. He humped faster and faster. 

All at once he bellowed and let go of his torrent. He didn't know how long it lasted. All he knew was the he was shooting rope after rope after rope of his ball batter. 

When his ejaculation subsided, his erection started deflating, and finally slip out from between her bounties he began to realize just how hard he had cum. There was jizz on Dee Dee's breasts, on her chin, on her nose, and even in her hair. She was happily scooping it up with her hand and licking it off her fingers.

He took a deep breath and said, "That was unbelievable! That was absolutely amazing!"

When Dee Dee had finished cleaning herself up as best she could she wrapped her fingers around his soft dick and said, "You're not done yet, cowboy! I want this thing inside of me."

Bill shrugged and said plaintively, "I don't think that I can go another round."

"Oh, you will," she said with a sneaky smirk, "I promise. You will."

As she started to lick and nuzzle his nuts again he became certain that she had made a promise that she would most probably keep.



Be Reasonable. Do It My Way Ch. 07-08



Chapter 7

Wilbur Dweeple wasn't sure how much longer he could last. He meant that in more ways than one.

The tall, thin, geekish IRS supervisor knew how much trouble he was in. Running a fake audit on a company was breaking more laws and procedures than he could count. He wasn't sure how much longer he could keep it going and still keep a lid on it. 

His more immediate meaning referred to the naked, forty-something, big titted, raven-haired beauty who was on her knees in his office polishing his knob like it had never been polished before.

"Oh, shit," he moaned, "I'm gonna cum any second."

Agnes Walker lifted her soft, slick lips off of his dick. "Isn't that what you want," she cooed, "to shoot you hot juice down my throat?" 

"No," Wilbur croaked out weakly, "not there."

"Really?" she said with an exaggerated pout.

He shook his head and tried to reach for her massive boobs.

"Oh," she said with an impish grin, "I know what you want." She gave his dick a couple of extra slurps then continued, "You want to shoot between my big, soft, warm tits. Don't you?"

Wilbur nodded.

Agnes pushed his hand away from her huge melons and said, "You just let me take care of that." 

She didn't want to let this skinny jackass mauling her breasts any more than she could avoid. He tended to squeeze so hard that it hurt. She was willing to bet that this pencil-dicked jerk had never even seen a pair like hers up close let alone had an opportunity to fuck them. That's how she had talked, or, one should say tit fucked him, into going along with her scheme in the first place.

Agnes had gone to the local IRS office on the pretense of asking some tax questions. She had expressed aggressive, and increasingly angry frustration with any answer that she had been given. She finally demanded to see a supervisor. The poor, brow beaten clerk that she was yelling at was all too happy to pass her on to someone else. When Agnes was shown into Wilbur Dweeple's office she knew that she had hit pay dirt. Seducing him took all of three minutes. Talking him into going along with her plan didn't take much longer. The promise of continued access to her fabulous rack was all the incentive he needed.

She lifted up her hooters and wrapped them around his five inch stick.

Wilbur shut his eyes, gripped the arms of his chair tightly, and began to furiously hump those hooters. He wanted to make it last, but the sensation was just too much for him. He had never felt anything so amazing as his dick slid back and forth in her unbelievable cleavage.

"Any second, now," he squeaked.

Suddenly, Agnes pulled her tits off of his dick. The sudden rush of cold air down there made him sit up and open his eyes. He was about to say something when she shushed him.

"You know the rules, baby," she said, "I get mine first."

With that she laid down on the floor and spread the columns of her thighs to reveal her slick pussy beneath a neatly trimmed landing strip. Wilbur didn't need to be told twice. He stood up so quickly that he almost fell over. He had forgotten that his trousers were still down around his ankles. From his point of view it wouldn't have been the worst thing that could have happened. He would have landed face first on her plush pontoons. But, he recovered his balance quickly, dropped to his knees, and dove, tongue first, into her wet gash.

He loved eating pussy and the fact that this pussy was attached to a woman this gorgeous was a wet dream come true. He licked. He sucked. He nibbled. He rammed two fingers in and out of her hot twat. He moved his thumb down to tickle the rosebud of her magnificent ass while he did so.

"He may have a tiny dick," Agnes thought, 

"but, damn, can this guy eat pussy!"

She wanted to reach down to grab his head and mash it into her cunt like she did with the pool boy. But, she knew that she had to play this guy carefully. She wasn't sure how far she could push him. Instead she grabbed her big tits and started tweaking her nipples. That combined with what Wilbur was doing down below was enough to push her over the edge. She bit her lip so that she wouldn't scream as she came. Her wide, inviting, fuck-me-all-night hips bucked up into the man's face. Her slurped up her juices happily.

As her orgasm subsided she pushed his head away from her vagina and said softly, "Your turn."

Wilbur scrambled back up into his chair. He was harder than he'd ever been. He was pretty sure that all he needed to do was stare at that amazing pair of gazongas for another thirty seconds to start shooting jizz all over his office. 

Once again Agnes encased his dick between voluminous tits. The moment her flesh made contact with his Wilbur's hips began to buck like a jackhammer. He fucked her funbags like a man possessed. At that moment he didn't care about the audit. He didn't care about the trouble he might be in for it. He was as lost in the moment as his tiny dick was lost in Agnes Walker's cavernous cleavage. Nothing in the world existed but the feeling of plowing his stick in and out of her hot, pliant flesh. 

"That's it, baby," Agnes cooed, "fuck my tits. Cum all over them"

Wilbur moaned and obeyed. His jizz shot up out from between the deep, soft crevasse of her tits. He shot rope after rope of hot juice all over tits, chin, and face. It surprised the hell out of both of them. Neither of them could have imagined that he had that much semen stored up in his itty bitty balls.

When he finally stopped shooting Agnes stood up, grabbed a handful of tissues from the box on Wilbur's desk, and started wiping the jizz off of her tits and face.

Wilbur watched her intently as she cleaned up.

"I can't keep this up, you know," he said.

Agnes smirked and said, "You kept it up long enough."

"I don't mean that," he whined, "I mean the audit. Somebody's going to get wise if we keep this going too much longer."

Agnes didn't answer him right away. When she had finished dressing and fixing her makeup she leaned over his chair so that her twin mountains of skin were right in his face.

"Don't worry so much, baby," she whispered, "In another couple of days it will be all over. I should have everything wrapped up by Tuesday afternoon." 

Then she stood up and headed to the door. Wilbur's eyes were glued to the round spheres of her magnificent ass as she swiveled out of his office.

"I'm screwed," he thought glumly.

Chapter 8

As Harry walked slowly back to his office after talking to his partner he started listing in his head the things he needed to do to expose Olivia Freemont's scam, or, at least, make it go away. 

"We should create a still of Olivia from the video made in my office," he thought, "and send it to Ed Slate." 

Ed Slate was an investigator whose services Harry had used from time to time. He was reliable, accurate, and relatively inexpensive. That made him perfect for almost anything that Harry needed.

"Ed can probably track down some kind of background on this con artist," he thought.

As he entered his outer office he saw Gloria beaming at him. Since the encounter with Olivia had ended she felt that she could relax, had taken off the blue blazer, and had undone the top two buttons on her blouse revealing a generous amount of cleavage. She was holding out a manila folder to Harry which made the material of her blouse stretch tightly across her conical, 38D tits.

Harry took the offered folder.

"What's this?" he asked.

"Accounting sent it over," said Gloria, "It's probably something about the audit."

Harry looked at the folder grimly and grumbled, "Crap! If it's not one thing it's another around here lately." Then he held up the folder and said, "I'll deal with this later. Right now I need you to..."

"...isolate a still of Ms. Freemont from the video," Gloria finished his sentence for him, "and e-mail it to Ed Slate. I've already done that. Believe it or not he's already answered us. He copied us both on his response."

Harry grinned and chuckled, "I can always count on you to be two steps ahead of me, Gloria. I don't know what I'd do without you."

"Do you want me to get him on the phone?" Gloria asked.

"Good idea," said Harry. "Do that and I'll go open that e-mail. When you've got Ed on the phone come into the office. I'll put him on speaker. We should both hear what he has to say."

"Will do," said Gloria as her boss walked into his office.

She smiled as he walked away. Gloria was always ready and willing to do almost anything the Harry asked of her. In the five years that she had worked for him she had come to know him well. She had a pretty good idea of what he was likely to do in most situations, even, as with Olivia Freemont, if it was a situation that neither of them had ever been in. 

Bridgette Weldon, Gloria's predecessor as Harry's Administrative Assistant and the current Assistant Manager of Marketing once asked Gloria when she was finally going to land Harry and get him to the alter.

"I don't want to 'land' him," Gloria had answered. "I like my life and my freedom just like Harry likes his."

"Really?" Bridgette had asked skeptically, "I'll bet you'd nail him down if you could."

"No!" said Gloria defiantly. "Besides, it would be pointless. He already has a wife and family."

"What are you talking about?" Bridgette had asked incredulously. "Harry's not married!"

"In a way he is," said Gloria, "His wife's name is Artpico and his family is the people who work here."

That had stopped Bridgette cold. The more she thought about it the more she realized that, after a fashion, Gloria was right. 

Harry Brinkton was unlike any man either woman had ever met, certainly unlike any previous employer either had ever had. He cared about the company, but her cared more deeply about the people who worked there. Artpico was in a huge, oblong one story building on the east edge of town. On the north end of the building was the loading dock which lead directly into the factory. On the south end of the building were the offices. Each had its own parking lot. Harry only parked in the office lot if he was in a hurry. Ordinarily he would park in the lot on the north end of the building. He'd come in through the loading dock entrance and walk through the factory to get to his office. On the way he would greet and shake hands with many of the people who worked there. He knew well over half of them by name and almost all of them by sight. He would stop, chat a bit. He would ask them about their lives and their families. If someone had a problem he would do his best to help them solve it.

Like many factories there was a suggestion box near the break room. Unlike most factories Harry actually read and considered what his employees put in there. If it was a technical issue he would pass it on to Bill. If it was a personnel or personal issue he would deal with it himself, or, if he wasn't sure what exactly to do, find someone else who could deal with it.

When he found out, for example, that Wanda's ex-husband was beating the snot out of her and that she and her son were living in a shelter for battered women Harry had helped her find an apartment. He also arranged for a lawyer so that she could divorce the bastard. Neither Gloria nor Bridgette could ever prove it, but they were pretty sure that Harry had paid for the attorney out of his own pocket.

"All right," Bridgette said after a long silence, "You've got a point. But, that doesn't change what I said."

"What do you mean?" Gloria asked. 

"I'll admit," said Bridgette, "that when I had your job I had one hell of a crush on Harry. For the first month or so that I worked here I did everything I could to seduce him."

"And did you?" Gloria asked.

"Girl," said Bridgette with a sly grin, "we're talking about Harry Brinkton, here."

Gloria laughed and said, "You're right. Silly question." Then Gloria looked at Bridgette and asked earnestly, "Do you mind if I ask you something personal?"

"You mean more personal than we're already being?" Bridgette answered.

"Good point," said Gloria with a smile. "did Harry ever do that thing to you with his tongue?"

"You mean," said Bridgette with a wicked smirk, "when he spells out the alphabet on your clit?"

"Yes, that. It's incredible."

"Who do you think taught him that trick?"

"Ooooh!" said Gloria with a giggle, "I owe you a big thank you. That's just amazing."

"He's still the only man I've ever been with who has gotten it right," said Bridgette.

"Doesn't your husband do that?"

"Not as well as Harry. Don't get me wrong. I love Bob and the kids more than life itself. But, sex with Harry was," Bridgette paused, struggling for exactly the right phrase, "a one of a kind experience."

"I can't argue with that," said Gloria with a smile.

"And it still doesn't change," Bridgette said forcefully, "what I said earlier."

"What are you talking about?" asked Gloria.

"Gloria," said Bridgette seriously, "I've seen the way your eyes light up when he walks into the room. That's not the look of a girl with a crush. That's not loyalty to a boss. That's the look of a woman in love."

"I am not!" said Gloria defensively, "You stop that!"

"Oh, admit it," said Bridgette, "You are head over heels, knock down drag out, hopelessly in love with Harry Brinkton."

"Stop it," said Gloria, blushing a little.

"You are."

"No."

"All right," said Bridgette smugly, "prove it. Look me straight in the eye and say 'I am not in love with Harry Brinkton'. If you can do that I'll believe you."

Gloria raised her eyes to meet Bridgette's and said in a tiny voice, "I am not..." Gloria took a deep breath, shut her eyes, and started again. "I am not..." She opened her eyes and said angrily, "Just stop it right now."

The look in Bridgette's eye softened as she said, "Listen. You may be the one woman who can actually reel him in. But, you won't be able to do that until you admit to yourself that you love him." Then she gave Gloria a hug and walked away.

Gloria looked back down at her paperwork, but she didn't really see it.



Be Reasonable. Do It My Way Ch. 09



Harry sat down at his desk, signed on to his computer, and opened his e-mail box. The first message was from Ed Slate.

It said, "Got the pic. I don't know her, but I know of her. It's a long story. Call me."

At that moment he heard Gloria's voice on his intercom.

"I've got Ed Slate on line one, Harry," she said, "pick up and I'll be right in."

"Olivia, sometime your timing is downright scary," said Harry.

"What do you mean?" said Gloria.

"I'll explain later," said Harry.

"Okay," said Gloria.

Harry answered the call and put it on speaker so that Gloria could hear it when she got there.

"Talk to me, Ed," said Harry.

"Hi, Harry," Ed said sarcastically, "I'm fine. How are you?"

Harry laughed and said, "Okay. You're right. I'm sorry. This whole situation has got me going every which way. That's all."

"I understand," said Ed, "I'm just yankin' your chain."

"Yeah," Harry said, "You're good at that."

"Everybody's good at something," Ed shot back.

By that time Gloria had pulled up a chair to sit next to Harry.

"Hi, Ed," said Gloria, "How are you?"

"Well, I'll be darned," Said Ed, "There's an actual polite person in that office!"

"Did I miss something?" asked Gloria.

"Only the part where I tried to reach through the phone to throttle this jerk," said Harry with a chuckle.

"Hi, Gloria" Ed said, "How are you?"

"I'm fine," said Gloria, "Can't you two boys get along for five minutes?"

"Where's the fun in that?" said Harry and Ed at almost the same time.

Gloria just rolled her eyes.

"Did you get my e-mail?" Ed asked.

"Yes," said Harry, "just before Gloria called you. What's the story?"

"For a start Olivia Freemont is not her real name," said Ed.

"That figures," said Gloria.

"She usually goes by the name Zelina Mayer," Ed continued, "but, that's probably an alias, too."

"No doubt," said Harry.

Ed explained, "She's normally a small time grifter. She starts affairs with guys like Bill then blackmails the snot out of them."

"Delightful lady," Gloria snarked.

Ed continued, "Her other gambit it to finagle her way into a job with some company, seduce as many supervisors as she can find, and file multiple sexual harassment suits."

"The company then offers her a large, out of court settlement," said Harry, "Am I right?"

"You've nailed it," said Ed," The company keeps everything quiet with a no-tell agreement, and she walks away with a nice chunk of change."

"Delightful," said Harry ruefully.

"This is a new wrinkle for her, though," Ed went on, "she's never pulled the accounting scam before."

"Does this swindle work the way I think it does, Ed?" Gloria asked.

"If you're thinking that the phony accounting firm uses their position to bleed a company's coffers dry," Ed answered, "then, yes it does."

"There are times when I'd really rather not have been right," said Gloria.

"I know what you mean," said Ed, "One other thing, though. She's probably only the front for this thing. She's likely got other people working on it with her behind the scenes."

"That would make sense," said Harry.

"What's the name of the firm she claims to represent?" Ed asked.

"A.W. Accounting and Consulting," said Gloria.

Then she sat bolt upright as though an electric shock had just gone through her.

Ed said, "I'll check that out, and..."

"Wait a minute, Ed," Harry interrupted. Then he turned to Gloria and said, "All right. I know that look. You just connected a couple of dots that nobody else saw. What is it?"

"Well," said Gloria tentatively, "maybe nothing. Maybe something."

"What, already?" asked Ed impatiently.

"I'm not sure if this means anything or not," Gloria continued, "but, doesn't it seem a bit odd that this particular scam popped up while we're in the middle of a tax audit?"

Both men fell silent for a moment.

Harry's eyes went wide as he said, "That's a very good point," her turned toward the phone and inquired, "What do you think, Ed?"

"I'll admit it's a damned strange coincidence," Ed responded, "but, it could be that the scammers caught wind of the audit and are just taking advantage of it. They might not be directly connected."

"But they might," said Harry.

"It's unlikely, but it's not impossible," I'll check it out as best I can. Things get a bit dicey when you're trying to check out the government." Then he added, "Good thinking, Gloria."

"Yes," said Harry, "Very good!"

"Thank you, gentlemen," Gloria said with a smug smile.

"One more thing, Ed," said Harry, "see what else you can dig up on our Ms. Freemont. The more we know about her the better."

"That's a work in progress, Harry," said Ed, "When are you due to see her again?"

"Thursday at one o'clock," said Gloria.

Ed was silent for a moment then said, "That's not much time. But, I'll dig up what I can. Harry, don't talk to her until after you've talked to me. Okay?"

"Will, do," said Harry.

"Anyway, I'll get started on this stuff right away," Ed said then added, "Gloria, that was really was good thinking. If you ever get tired of working for a bum like Harry I could use someone with your brains."

"It's nice to be appreciated. Ed," said Gloria.

"You know, Ed, sometimes you're a real pain in the ass," Harry said.

"It's a dirty job, but somebody's gotta do it," Ed responded.

"Goodbye, Ed," said Harry firmly, but smiling.

"Goodbye," said a laughing Ed. Then he hung up.

"Okay," Harry said to Gloria, "We got that much done. What else is on the 'to do' for today?"

Gloria took out her note pad and said, "Review the cost/benefit analysis for Bill's new line of frames."

"All right," said Harry.

"Check some more papers for the audit."

"Right."

"Fuck your secretary bowlegged."

"That's on your list?" asked Harry.

"Every day," said Gloria licking her lips.

Harry looked down and saw that the buxom brunette had undone the top three buttons of her blouse to reveal a generously stuffed, pink, lacey bra. Harry's dick started to stiffen.

As Gloria laid her notepad on the desk and sat in her boss's lap Harry asked, "Is there any reason that we have to take the tasks on that list in order?"

"Not that I know of," she whispered as she nibbled his ear.

"Good," said Harry, "Then let's take look at those audit papers."

She sat up, slapped his shoulder and laughed, "You rat!"

"A man has to have priorities," he said as he cupped her breasts and gave them a light squeeze.

"Part of you has a completely different agenda, you know, "Gloria said, grinding her ass into his now completely hard cock.

He tweaked her nipples and said, "Ya think?"

"You teasing bastard," she moaned.

"You call this teasing?" he said just before licking her considerable cleavage from bottom to top.

"Yes," she hissed.

She jumped off of Harry's lap and got down on her knees. She pushed his legs apart and started lowering his fly.

As she fished his stiff member out of his boxers she muttered, "I can't wait anymore. I want it now."

With that she plunged her mouth down the full length of his cock. Harry shuddered at the sudden slick warmth of her oral attention. She began bobbing her head up and down his prong at a fevered pace. He knew that he wouldn't last long if she kept that up.

His lifted her head off his dong. It slid out from between her lips with a loud slurping sound.

"My," he said, "Aren't we in a hurry today?"

"We haven't done it in nearly a week," Gloria said, "I'm horny as hell, and I'm not made of wood, you know."

"No," said Harry, "I am." He waggled his hard pole at her.

She smiled and said, "Quit being a smart ass and get your pants off so we can do this right."

"I'm not the only one who's over dressed for the occasion," Harry said with a wink.

Gloria leaped to her feet and began to shed her clothing. She shed he blouse the slid her tight skirt past her gorgeous, round ass and down the tanned, firm columns of her thighs. She was wearing pink, lace panties that matched her bra. They were translucent enough that Harry could see the lips of her shaved pussy beneath her little, brown landing strip. After she shed the panties she reached up to unclasp her front-loading bra. Her big, conical boobs bounced out begging for attention. 

She twirled for his inspection and said, "See anything you like?"

"I like everything I see," he answered.

"You're just saying that because you want to get into my pants," she giggled.

"What pants?" he said with a grin, "Besides, you the one who seems more desperate to get into mine."

"And you're still wearing them," she said, "Strip!"

"Yes ma'am," he said.

When he finished undressing he walked around behind Gloria and snuggled up against her. He nestled his cock in the crack of her ass. 

As he cupped her bullet shaped tits he asked, "Where shall we go? The couch? The carpet? The desk?"

She turned to face him.

"Right here!" she exclaimed.

Then she dropped to her knees and took his cock back in her mouth. She resumed the rhythm she had going earlier. Her tongue seemed to be everywhere as she slid her lips along his shaft. It caressed every inch of him as she slurped his stiff stalk. He put a hand on either side of her head more for balance than anything else. He was willing to let her set her own pace. She licked, sucked, and bobbed. The wet, warm pressure her felt was magnificent. He could also feel pressure building in his balls. She knew he was close. 

She let his dong slide slowly out of her mouth, got down on all fours and shouted, "Fuck me now!"

"Ever the romantic," said Harry.

"Romance later," she growled, "Fuck now!"

"Well," said Harry, "since you asked so nicely."

"Will you stop being an asshole and start fucking?" she yelled.

"Oh, I see," he said calmly, "You want me to fuck you in the ass."

"I don't care where you put it," she said, "Just put it in me!"

He stuck the head of his cock up against the dripping wet lips of her cunt. He rubbed it back and forth a bit. Then he eased just the head inside.

"Like this?" he said.

"No!" she growled, "Like this!"

She jammed her hips back so the Harry's hot pole was buried to the balls in her wet gash. Harry grabbed her hips and started ramming her in earnest. She moaned. 

Harry leaned forward. He grasped one of her swinging tits with one hand. With the other hand he reached down to diddle her clit.

He licked her left ear then said, "Is this what you wanted? Is this it, you big-titted little slut?"

"Yes," she hissed.

"You wanted my hot, hard prick pounding your pussy?"

"Yes!"

"Will that make you cum hard?"

"Yes!" she yelled as she had three small orgasms in rapid succession. 

Her mouth had been incredible, but the tight slickness of her cunt was nothing short of amazing. He pulled himself upright again and gripped the cheeks of her magnificent ass.

Gloria could fell him picking up the pace. He was pulling his cock almost all the way out of her then ramming it back in. 

She had her face buried in the carpet as she moaned,"Ohfuckohfuckfuckfuckfuckohfuckfuckfuck."

When his hips hit a jackhammer pace the big "O" hit her hard. She gushed, quivered, and vibrated for almost a full minute. She almost blacked out she had come so hard. 

As she started to wind down Harry yanked his boner out of her dripping slot and said, "Where do you want it?"

"You didn't cum yet?" she asked incredulously.

"Not even," he said.

She quickly turned around grabbed his proud pussy pleaser and said, "Fuck my face."

Harry put a hand on either side of her head and guided her mouth down over his dick. This time he was going to set the pace. He slid his ramrod in and out of her throat at breakneck speed. As he did his grip on her head became tighter and tighter. She reached around to grab his ass to pull him in deeper.

"Oh, shit!" he bellowed at long last, "I'm cumming!"

He spurt shot after shot of his thick ball butter down her throat.

"Swallow it all, slut!" he yelled, "Swallow it all."

Gloria didn't miss a drop. She swallowed everything he gave her. As his hips stopped moving and his cock began to slowly deflate she licked every inch of it until it slowly slipped out of her mouth.



Be Reasonable. Do It My Way Ch. 10-11



 If you're just looking for sex scenes skip to Chapter 11. Chapter 10 is all about plot and character development. I like to think that the scene in Chapter 11 more than makes up for that.

*****

Chapter 10: Who Is Olivia Freemont?

The following day Harry arrived at his office at his usual time. Gloria was already at her desk working away.

"Good morning, Gloria," said Harry with a smile.

"Good morning, Harry," said Gloria also smiling, "There's nothing earth shattering on the agenda today except for one thing."

"What's that," said Harry as he walked toward the coffee maker to pour himself a cup.

He turned to face Gloria, held up the pot and asked, "Coffee?"

"No. I'm good. Thanks," said Gloria as she looked down into her still half full cup, "I'm not like you I can't have a running cup of coffee going all day."

"Hey," said Harry defensively but still smiling, "it's early in the day and I still have blood in my caffeine stream." He put the pot down and asked, "So, what's the one big thing?"

"Ed Slate," said Gloria.

"Right," said Harry, "Very important."

"He sent you an e-mail with some photos attached," said Gloria, "He wants you to call him as soon as you've opened them."

"Will do," said Harry and started to head to his office.

"The only other thing that might be important is that Wanda asked to see you," said Gloria.

Harry paused in the doorway to his office and asked, "What does she want?"

"She wasn't really clear about it," said Gloria, "It seems to be something about the audit and the office staff."

"All right," said Harry, "I'll see her after we're done with Ed."

"Personally," Gloria said with an arch to her eyebrow, "I think that she just wants to get into your pants."

"Yeah, well," said Harry, "I'm already in my pants. There's not room for both of us."

Gloria rolled her eyes. Then with a flirtatious smile she said, "Is there room for me in there?"

"Only if I wear a pair of Bill's pants," said Harry with a grin, "Then there would be room for all three of us."

Gloria wadded up a piece of paper and chucked it at him.

"Smartass!" she said.

"It's a dirty job," said Harry still grinning, "but, somebody has to do it."

"I'll get you for that," Gloria smirked.

"I'll look forward to it," Harry answered. 

"Do you want me to sit in the call to Ed?" Gloria asked, pulling them back to business.

"Definitely," said Harry as he turned to enter his office.

The picture that Ed had sent Harry was what appeared to be a highschool or college yearbook picture of a young lady that Harry would judge to have been in her late teens or early twenties when it was taken. She was horrifyingly ugly. She had a round, little face, big eyes, a long, thin, lipless mouth. It looked like someone had taken a knife and made a jagged gash where a mouth should have gone. The most prominent feature, though, was her nose. It was a huge, bulbous thing that occupied two thirds of her face. It was her eyes that caught him, though. Even the horrid quality of a yearbook photo couldn't hide the almost unbearable sadness behind them. He'd seen them before. He was sure of it.

Harry had never been good with mornings. So, this early in the day his brain was not yet fully functional. There was something about that face which was tickling at the edge of his memory. He was certain that he hadn't ever seen the young lady before. But, he dimly recalled having such a face described to him recently. He just couldn't remember exactly when or where.

There were a few other picture attached to the e-mail, also presumably from the same yearbook, of the same young lady engaged in various school clubs and activities. Her body stood in sharp contrast to her face. Her body was a wet dream come true. She had huge, round tits, a waspish waist, flaring hips and a bubble butt. The phrase, "body of a goddess and face that could gag a goat" suddenly popped into his mind. He was certain that he had heard that exact phrase very recently, but he just couldn't place it.

He minimized the pictures to the tray, picked up the phone and started dialing Ed Slate's number just as Gloria walked in.

He motioned her to pull up a chair next to him as Ed's phone rang.

After six or seven rings Ed finally answered it, "Slate Investigations. Ed Slate here."

"What took you so long, Ed? Don't you like answering the phone?" Harry asked. Then he clicked the button to put the conversation on speaker so that Gloria could hear it.

"I was performing a necessary biological function if you don't mind," Ed said defensively.

"Why can't you just say, 'I had to take a leak' like everyone else?" asked Harry.

"You've got Gloria listening in again. Don't you?" Ed said impatiently.

"Yeah. So?" said Harry.

"So, there's a lady present!" Ed yelled, "I'm trying to be a gentleman here!" 

Harry rolled his eyes and said, "Ed, you trying to be a gentleman is like giraffe trying to be a ballerina. You're no good at it. Knock it off!"

"Ed, thank you for the thought," said Gloria, "but, I'm not all that sensitive to language."

"I'm glad that somebody appreciates my efforts," said Ed, "You could learn a lot from her, Harry."

"Just this once," Gloria said evenly but firmly, "could we avoid spending the first ten minutes of this call with you two sniping at each other?"

Harry looked at her slack-jawed, as though she had just said the preposterous and impossible thing in the world. Ed was probably looking at his phone the same way.

"We're always like this," said Harry.

"I know," said Gloria, rolling her eyes.

"You don't understand," said Ed, "We've always been like this. We've been doing it since highschool."

"Yes," said Harry, "in highschool Bill, Ed, and I were the Three Musketeers!"

"Or the Three Stooges, depending on who you asked," Ed chimed in.

"Good point," Harry chuckled.

Gloria arched one eyebrow and said, "I hope you'll forgive me if I don't take the sucker bet on which one of you was Moe."

"Obviously," Ed said, "she's never seen Bill's Curley impression."

"He can still do that, you know," said Harry.

"You're kidding," laughed Ed.

"No. I'm serious," said Harry, "It's still dead on perfect, too"

"Boys," Gloria said sternly, "Can we get to business now? Olivia Freemont? Remember?"

"Right," said harry with mock contrition.

"Hey!" said Ed, "Who's working for who over there?"

"Good question," Harry and Gloria said at the same time.

When they all finally stopped laughing Harry said, "So, what have you got for us, Ed?"

"Well," Ed began, "I did some digging and traced Ms. Freemont back to college. She doesn't look the same now as she did then. She's had some very extensive plastic surgery done."

"I knew those boobs were fake," Gloria muttered.

"She's right," said Ed, "She's not sensitive to language."

"Will you get on with it, Ed?" said Harry impatiently.

"Right," Ed continued, "Anyway, it wasn't her boobs she had worked on. It was her face."

"Her face?" Gloria asked.

"Haven't you shown her the picture yet, Harry?" Ed admonished.

"I hadn't quite got that far yet," Harry said apologetically.

He clicked on the icon for the yearbook portrait on his tray. When the photo came up Gloria's jaw dropped in horror.

After gazing at the photo for what seemed an eternity she finally said in a way that made each word sound like a separate sentence, "Oh...my...fucking...god!" Then she added, "That poor girl."

"No kidding," said Harry.

"May I remind you," Ed said angrily, "That the 'poor girl' as you call her is responsible for millions of dollar in false sexual harassment claims and is now after the assets of your company."

"That doesn't mean that we can't have some sympathy for the way that she must have grown up," Harry shot back firmly.

"The ridicule," said Gloria.

"The loneliness," said Harry.

"Aw, crap!" Ed groaned in frustration, "You two aren't going to go all drippy on me. Are you?"

"Hold up a minute, Ed," said Harry, "It never hurts to understand what's motivating your adversary. Isn't that part of the law enforcement bag of tricks anyway? Understanding how the bad guys think? Isn't that what criminal profiling is all about?" 

"Allright," said Ed, " you've got a point. Now that you bring it up, there's probably no small amount of bitterness in that lady. She probably thinks that the world owes her something. It's most likely one of the reasons that she's doing what she's doing."

"There you go," said Harry, "now you going in the right direction."

"Just do me one favor, Harry," Ed said, "Don't get so wet with compassion that you forget that this woman is dangerous. Fair enough?"

"Fair enough," said Harry, "Is there anything else we need to know?"

"Oh, yeah,' said Ed, "I haven't told you the kicker yet." 

"What's that?" Harry inquired.

"That yearbook picture is from the same college during the same period of time that Bill was a student there," Ed announced, "Her real name is Grizelda Krepplemaier."

Something suddenly clicked inside Harry's head. He remembered where he'd heard the description of the girl in the photo.

"Her friends called her 'Zel' for short," said Harry.

"You met her back then?" asked Ed incredulously.

"No," said Harry, "but, Bill did."

"What?" said a very shocked Ed, "Don't yank my chain like that!" he shouted, "This ain't the time for it!"

"I'm not yanking your chain, Ed," said Harry evenly, "Grizelda Krepplremaier's best friend, at the time, was a young lady named Agnes Ziller."

"Who the hell told you that?" Ed shouted.

"Bill," said Harry.

"Who's Agnes Ziller?" asked Gloria.

"Ziller," said Harry, "is Aggie Walker's maiden name."

Gloria slumped into her chair and said quietly, "This is getting too weird."

"Are you sure about this?" Ed asked skeptically.

"Bill described this very face to me," said Harry.

"Then it's gospel," said Ed, "That's the same woman."

"You're that certain just on Bill's description?" asked Gloria.

"Absolutely," said Ed.

"Bill's mind works differently from most of the rest of us. He thinks visually. That's why his picture frame design are so wonderful," Harry explained, "Think about what happens when he's describing a new project. He tells you about it in such detail that by the time you actually see the sketches it already looks familiar."

Gloria knew that was true. She'd been in more than her share of those meeting and had seen Bill Walker do that.

"So, he's the same way with faces?" Gloria said.

"Exactly," said Harry, "It's part of his visual sensibility. He thinks in pictures."

Then a new thought hit Gloria. Her eyes went wide and she sat bolt upright.

"Guy," she said, "this is going to sound a little crazy, but..."

"Go ahead," said Harry, "I don't think that this can get any crazier."

"...is it possible that the "A.W." in A.W. Acoounting and Consulting stands for..."

All three of them said in unison, "...Agnes Walker."

"Holy Shit!" Ed exclaimed.

"Okay," said Harry, "I take it back. It can get crazier."

"This is all starting to make a twisted, nasty sort of sense, now," Ed said more to himself than anyone else.

"I have a question," said Gloria.

"Which is?" Ed asked. 

"When exactly did Zel, or Olivia, or whoever she is have the cosmetic surgery and how long did it take?" Gloria asked, "Do you know?"

"Not exactly," Ed answered, "The only thing I know for sure is that she dropped out of sight for a year and a half after she graduated. That's when she resurfaced as Zelina Mayer. It's probable that she had the work done during that time." 

"I might be able to narrow that down a bit," said Harry, "She probably started it one side or another of when Bill and Aggie got married."

"What makes you think that?" Ed inquired.

"According to Bill, Zel Krepplemaier was supposed to have been Aggie's Maid of Honor. Aggie replaced her at the last minute and has never been willing to discuss why."

Gloria stared at the yearbook picture for a long time then said, "The year and a half can probably be explained by the surgery itself, now that I'm thinking about it."

"What do you mean?" Ed asked.

"To achieve that kind of dramatic transformation she had to have undergone multiple procedures," said Gloria, "probably with multiple surgeons."

"Do you really think that's likely?" Harry asked.

"Yes," Gloria answered adamantly, "unless she somehow managed to find one guy whose skills came up somewhere between a master sculptor and a magician."

"The lady has a point," Ed confirmed.

"That makes sense," said Harry, "And all of those surgeons had to have top flight talent, too. There's no other way that she could have come out of it looking like she does."

"I wonder where she got the money to pay that level of talent?" Gloria thought aloud.

"That's a good question," said Ed, "I'll look into her family and finances from that period of time."

"You do that," said Harry, "Is there anything else that we need to know?"

"That's all I've got this time around," Ed said, "This is a lot to work on, Harry. Just so you know..."

"I know," said Harry impatiently, "I know. It's going to cost me. Just get it done. Will you?"

"Right," said Ed, "Goodbye," and he hung up.

Harry leaned forward and put his elbows on the desk. He rested his forehead in the palm of his hand, closed his eyes and said, "Gloria, I don't want to talk to anyone else today." 

"Do you want me to cancel Wanda?" she asked.

"Oh, geez," he said, "I forgot all about Wanda." He thought for a moment and said, "No. Don't cancel her. Let's see what she wants. But, after that I just want to sit in my office and shuffle my papers for the rest of the day."

"I thought you hated paperwork," said Gloria.

"I do," said Harry, "But, after the way these last couple of days have gone it will be a welcome relief."

"I understand," said Gloria with concern. Then she turned and left the office.

Chapter 11: Diversion

Harry was still trying to figure out where to begin. In the half hour or so since the phone call with Ed Slate he was still sorting papers and trying to get the workload organized.

"How in hell did I let myself get this far behind?" he thought.

But, it wasn't just the volume of work that had him troubled. It was those eyes from the yearbook photo. He knew where he'd seen them before. He had stared into them up close and personal the day before in not three feet away from where he was sitting. They were they eyes of Olivia Freemont. Even if they hadn't had Bill's description of the face in the yearbook picture, Harry was convinced that Grizelda Krepplremaier and Olivia Freemont were one and the same. Those were the same eyes with the same almost unbearable sadness behind them.

As he was mulling over whether or not he should have told Ed about it Gloria entered his office.

"I have that file you requested, Harry, and..." she stopped in mid-sentence as she saw the insane, seemingly random heaps and piles of papers that covered Harry's desk. She couldn't see the blotter the phone, the in-box, the computer keyboard, or even any part of the top of the desk for all of it.

"What the hell happened here?" she asked incredulously.

"I'm trying to organize the workload," said Harry.

"I had it organized!" she exclaimed with some irritation. "I had it all laid out by date and priority!"

"Oops," said Harry sheepishly.

"Sometimes, Harry Brinkton, you are the most exasperating man I have ever met!" Gloria said angrily.

Harry knew better than to argue with her in that moment. When an angry woman uses your first and last name in a sentence just sit quietly and let her finish. Apologize when she's done. He was grateful that Gloria had, at least, not used his middle name. When a woman uses your middle name as well you're screwed. Just dig a hole and pull the dirt in after you.

"Here's you file!" she said as she threw it down on the desk in front of him.

Gloria took a deep breath in an attempt to compose herself and said, "Wanda's here."

He had forgotten about Wanda. With a heavy sigh he said, "Okay, send her in."

"I think you're going to be a while working with her," said Gloria.

"What makes you say that?" asked Harry.

"She's carrying a folder full of documents that's about an inch thick," said Gloria.

"Shit," said harry.

"I can reschedule if you want to," Gloria offered.

"No," said Harry, like a condemned man resigned to his fate, "Let's get this over with."

"When she comes in," Gloria continued, "I'm going to go down to Bill's office. Dee Dee called and said that she wanted one of us to take a look at some of Bill's new design sketches."

"Thank you for doing that. I trust your judgment, " said Harry.

"Thank you," said Gloria, "I'm going to put the phone on voice-mail for the duration because after that I'm going to take along lunch."

Harry knew that he was just going to dig himself in deeper with Gloria by asking the next question, but there was no choice but for him to inquire, "Why?"

"Because," said Gloria sternly, pointing to the ludicrous jumble Harry had made of his desk "I know that I'm going to have to work late tonight cleaning up this mess." 

"Oh," Harry said contritely, "Sorry."

Gloria turned abruptly and started walking toward the door so that Harry wouldn't see her smirk.

Harry Brinkton was one of the finest men she had ever met. "But, sometimes," she thought, "He's such a little boy."

As she sat down at her own desk she said to Wanda, "He's ready now."

As Wanda passed the desk Gloria added, pointing to the inch thick folder, "Try not to take too long with that stuff. All right? He had rotten day yesterday and today hasn't been much of an improvement, so far. Go easy on him."

"I understand," said Wanda though she was certain that what she had in mind might brighten Harry's day considerably. She knew that it would do wonders for hers.

"Hi, Harry," Wanda said as she entered the office and closed the door.

"Hello, Wanda," said Harry flatly, "What can I do for you?"

"I have a couple more things that you need to look at," said Wanda as she handed him the folder.

"A couple more things?" he said looking at the thickness of the folder, "Okay, have seat and we'll get started," he added with a sigh of resignation.

He started rifling through the folder, occasional lifting out a document for closer examination.

When he got about halfway through the papers he said with some puzzlement, "I think I've seen all of these already."

"Yes," said Wanda in a throaty stage whisper, "But you haven't seen these in a while."

When Harry looked up from the documents he realized that Wanda had stripped to the waist and was holding up her round, 36D tits in offering.

Harry smiled and said, "No. I haven't seen them in a while. To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"You promised me yesterday that we'd do this soon," said Wanda as she jiggled her tits and licked her lips, "I'm just making sure that 'soon' arrives sooner rather than later." 

"That sounds reasonable," Harry said as he stood up and took off his suit jacket. He started loosening his tie as he walked around his desk to where Wanda stood waiting. By the time he got to her he had also stripped to the waist.

"Do you really think that I should, though?" he asked as he replaced her hands with his own.

"You promised," she pouted.

"Well," Harry said while he kneaded her fleshy globes, "I always try to keep my promises." 

He bent down to give each of Wand's hardening nipples a quick lick. Wanda grabbed the back of his head to keep him in place.

"Especially when it involves a pair of big tits," she giggled.

"Especially then," he agreed.

He shook free of her grasp, reached behind her to squeeze the firm contours of her curvaceous ass and said, "But, my concern here is that, under most circumstances this might be considered to be sexual harassment."




Be Reasonable. Do It My Way Ch. 10-11



"Yes," she said as she put her hand over the growing bulge in his trousers, "and I want you harass me until I can't walk."

"I think that can probably be arranged," said Harry.

Wanda took his wrist in her hand and guided it up to her wide, full lips. She started licking the end of his index finger then started slowly and sensuously sliding her soft lips up and down its length.

Taking his finger out of her mouth she said in a breathy voice, "Or maybe I'll harass you until you can't walk."

She put his finger back in her mouth as she fondled his now rock hard cock through his trouser leg.

"Wouldn't you like that, Harry?" she purred as she gave his finger another lick, "Do you want me to suck your cock until you shoot your jizz down my throat?"

Harry moaned and humped her hand. His breathing had become ragged he was rapidly losing control. For once he didn't care. He was perfectly willing to let this hot, little vixen run the show for a while.

Suddenly she took her hand off his cloth covered dick, removed his finger from her mouth, and moved his hand between her huge funbags.

"Or maybe you'd rather fuck me here," she cooed as she squeezed her boobs around his hand. "Maybe you'd like to hump my tits until you splatter you hot ball butter all over my slutty face."

She released his hand from its fleshy prison and guided it under her skirt to her dripping cunt. She wasn't wearing panties. Harry immediately jammed a finger into her moist gash. It was her turn to moan. Harry stuck a finger from his other hand between her soft hind cheeks until he found the little rosebud. He ran his finger back and forth over it. She shivered at the contact.

Struggling to regain her composure she breathed sensuously, "Is that what you want Harry?"

As she spoke she started unbuckling his belt.

"Do you want to ram you hard dick up my ass?" 

When she had gotten his fly open she reached inside to stroke his pole through his boxers.

She looked into his eyes and murmured, "Which is it, Harry? Which will it be? Do you want my mouth, my tits, my cunt, or my ass?"

"Yes!" Harry moaned.

"OOOOOH!" Wanda cooed, "All of the above. Good choice."

With that she dropped to her knees, yanked his pants and boxers down, and thrust her mouth down over his throbbing meat. She took him right down to the balls with the first plunge. She held him there for a minute contracting her throat muscles around the head of his dick. Her tongue snaked out to lick his balls. 

Harry groaned and clutched the back of her head. Wanda then slowly slid her pillowy lips back up his shaft licking as she went. At a snail's pace she sucked and liked his aching hardness. The pressure was so terrific that Harry could feel his knees begin to buckle. His breathing was becoming heavy and ragged.

"Go *gasp* to the *gasp* couch," he managed to force himself to say.

Wanda pulled her mouth off his cock. Feeling the comparatively cold air of his office on his dick after the slick warmth of her throat was almost startling to him.

"Awww," said Wanda with mock innocence, "Am I making you all hot and bothered?"

Harry, by that time, was nearly incapable of speech. He just nodded weakly.

She leaped to her feet and led him by his ten-inch stiffy to the couch situated along the wall opposite his desk. Harry, meanwhile, gamely tried to pull up his pants enough so that he could walk decently.

She flopped him down on the couch, and kneeled to begin taking off his shoes, socks, pants, and underwear. Her vaginal juices were flowing like rapids down a mountainside. Her nipples were hard as little diamonds. Wanda could not remember ever being this horny. She hadn't gotten a good dicking from Harry in a couple of weeks, and she hadn't been able to think about anything else since he had made that promise the day before. That tantalizing pole sticking up from Harry's groin was making her crazy with lust. But, she knew that if she wanted him to last she was going have to take the edge off first.

She jammed that hot prick back into her mouth and started sucking for real. Her head bobbed rapidly up and down the shaft. As she sucked she fondled his balls with one hand and tickled his scrotum with the other.

"Oh, fuck," Harry gasped.

He had never had a blowjob like this. She was slurping his stalk like a madwoman. Her tongue was dancing and weaving all over and around his meat as she sucked him. 

"Suck, suck, suck," he chanted as her wet warmth pleasured his pole.

He gripped the side of her head. He wasn't trying to guide her movements. He was just hanging on for dear life.

Wanda felt his cock start top pulse in her mouth. She knew that he was almost ready to blow. She quickly pulled her mouth off of his cock with a loud slup.

"What?" he whined in near panic, "NO!"

"Don't worry," she cooed soothingly, "I have something even better for you."

With that she slapped her tits around his cock, trapping it in her cavernous cleavage. She began bouncing her torso up and down. 

Harry groaned in the raw luxuriousness of it. Her supple expanse of female flesh gripped and massaged his cock. He slapped his hands down over hers to make the tit channel even tighter, hips bucking furiously.

"That's it," Wanda coaxed, "Fuck my tits! Ram my skanky, secretary jugs. Cover my slutty face and tits in your hot love lava."

That was all it took to push Harry over the edge.

"CUMMING!" he bellowed as he shot rope after rope of joy juice into her plush valley. 

Wanda opened her mouth wide to try catch as much of it as she could on her tongue. She finally gave up, grabbed Harry's ass, and pulled his spurting hose into her mouth. She happily swallowed the last four shots of his jizz as it filled her mouth.

When his balls had spit heir last Harry slumped back on the couch panting.

"That was fucking incredible, Wanda," he said, still gasping for breath.

"And your still hard," Wanda said in amazement as she scooped his cum off her breasts to lick it from her fingers. 

She stood, and flopped herself down on the couch. She put her left leg up over the back of it and her right foot on the floor.

Spreading the lips of her pussy with her fingers she smile sexily and said, "My turn."

Harry scrambled to his knees and was about to dive, tongue first, into her wet hole when she grabbed the side of his head and said, "Not right now. Maybe later."

Harry looked at her quizzically.

"I'm too horny for that. I can't wait," she growled, "I need you to fuck me right now!"

Harry repositioned himself over her. He immediately rammed his long, thick harpoon into her fish mouth so hard that it made her squeak with surprise. He jackhammered her cunt like a man possessed. She was humping back just as hard.

"That's it!" she shouted, "Fuck me hard! Fuck me raw! Fuck me bowlegged!"

As he watched her tits dance and bounce he caught one in his hand and bit her nipple.

Wanda screamed as she had three successive orgasms. This what she had wanted. She had wanted Harry's big cock mercilessly pounding her pussy. She wrapped her legs around his back in an effort to make him plunge deeper into her soaking, tight gash. She wailed with another climax as he bit her other nipple.

She was writhing beneath him chanting, "Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me."

Harry didn't hear her. He was oblivious to everything except the slick, boiling grip of her vaginal walls on his dick. He drilled her cunt with savage thrusts. He was going to fuck her until she couldn't walk. He was going to fuck until she couldn't move, see straight, or even think. He was going to fuck her until there was nothing left to fuck. His raging ramrod became the release for all of the anger and frustration of the last two days. He was determined to fuck her into oblivion. He could feel semen practically fizzing in his balls. But, he fought it down. He wasn't finished yet. 

Wanda didn't know or care why Harry was doing what he was doing. She only cared that he was doing it. This was the fuck she had wanted all of her life. No cuddling. No pillow-talk, No frills, just a rock hard pussy-pleaser pleasing her pussy. She grabbed her tits and squeezed them together so that she could lick both of her nipples at the same time.

As she did that Harry reached down to diddle her clit with his thumb. That was all Wanda needed. She screeched as a huge orgasm gripped and ravaged her body.

The raging climax caused the walls of her cunt tighten around Harry's cock like a velvet vise. He could feel her twat demanding his cum. 

He couldn't hold back any longer he bellowed like bull as he fired his molten gonad grease into her quivering womb.

Both of their brains shorted out as their bodies quaked and trembled in mutual climax.

When it was over they slumped into each other's arms exhausted. What they felt was not so much an afterglow as an after burnout. They were both completely spent. As Harry's softening broadsword slipped out of her sheath he got the idea of using Wanda's flesh pillows are actual pillow upon which to take a nap.

Wanda stroked his cheek and said, "When you wake up you still have one promise to keep."

"What's that?" he said groggily.

She reached down, stroked his flaccid dick and said, "This still needs to go in my ass."

He didn't hear her. He had already drifted off.

She smiled, put her arms around him, and drifted off herself.



Be Reasonable. Do It My Way Ch. 12



Ed and Harry had an impromptu meeting on Wednesday afternoon in preparation for Harry's meeting with Olivia Freemont the next morning. Ed just showed up at Harry's office that day with his administrative assistant, Lilli Clutch, in tow. 

"Ed!" Gloria exclaimed in surprise, "Lilli! What are you doing here?"

"Lilli managed to dig up a few more things on the Freemont situation," Ed said proudly, "But, it's explosive stuff. I didn't want to risk any kind of electronic communications with this intel. That's why I didn't call or e-mail. This requires a face-to-face."

"He's in a meeting over in Marketing," said Gloria, "But, he'll gladly break from that to hear this. I'll go get him. Go ahead into the office. You know where everything is, Ed. Lilli, there's fresh coffee on the credenza."

"Thanks, Gloria," said Lilli.

"Does Harry still stash a bottle of Jack Daniels behind the coffee stuff," Ed asked. 

"And two shot glasses," Gloria said as she left the room.

As they entered Harry's office Lilli said with a note of concern, "Isn't it a little early in the day to be drinking?"

"With what we've got," Ed replied, "one good shot won't hurt me. It might even help."

"All right," said Lilli dubiously.

Slate Investigations, LLC was one of the most successful detective agencies in town. Despite that Ed always seem to look like a down-on-his-luck P.I.

His ill-fitting, off the rack, grey suit couldn't hide his middle-aged spread anywhere near as well as his battered fedora hid his receding hairline. Though he shaved meticulously every morning, he always sported a five o'clock shadow by lunchtime. That and his generally combative attitude helped him to cut an imposing figure even though he was only five feet six inches tall.

Lilli Clutch, on the other hand, was a fifty year old, auburn haired stunner. On her round, almost baby face she had a little, button nose, very full lips and wide, green eyes that captivated any man, and many women, that she met. They were the kind of eyes that always seemed to carry a hint of mischief; very sexy mischief. Of course, it frequently took a while for people to notice eyes because of her head-turning 36DD-24-36 body. The only reason that one wouldn't call her a MILF is because she never had children.

"I already have one child," she would tell people, pointing to Ed, "that's plenty."

As Ed began hunting for the whiskey and a shot glass Lilli went to Harry's computer and popped a thumb drive into the first empty portal she found. She was just clicking on the first document she wanted when Harry walked in.

"Lilli" he said happily, "Ed, Good to see you both."

Lilli ran over to him to give him a big hug and a deep kiss.

Lilli finally let go of Harry and asked, "Where's Gloria?"

"She stopped to get her steno pad so that she could take some notes," said Harry. Then he turned to Ed, who had his head buried inside the credenza, and said, "The J.D. is on the other side of the shelf."

Lilli grabbed Harry's wrist and led him to the desk.

"I hope you don't mind," she said, "I put my thumb drive in your computer so that I could show you what we've found."

"What she found," Ed added as he held up the bottle of whiskey in triumph.

As Harry sat down behind his desk Lilli leaned over next to him to manipulate the mouse to open the pictures and documents. Harry felt the delightful pressure of her soft breasts against his upper arm.

Ed poured a shot of the Jack Daniels, downed it quickly then sat down in the chair in front of Harry's desk. As he sat Gloria came in, note pad and pen in hand. Noticing that Lilli was in Gloria's usual spot next to Harry she pulled up another chair and sat down next to Ed.

Lilli looked up from her work and said, "Sorry to invade your space, Gloria. But, I'm the only one who knows what and where all these document are."

"No problem," said Gloria. Then she thought with a hint of jealousy, "It also gives you a chance to rub your tits up against Harry."

As Lilli worked the mouse, opening different folder to locate the file she wanted, she said, "You were right about a couple of things, Gloria."

"Like what?" Gloria asked apprehensively.

"For a start," said Lilli as she pressed her breasts a bit more closely to Harry's arm, "The 'A.W.' in A.W. Accounting and Consulting does, indeed, stand for 'Agnes Walker', sort of."

"What do you mean 'sort of'?" asked Harry. 

He was having a little trouble concentrating on the job at hand with two of Lilli's best features rubbing his arm. He could feel his trousers getting tighter.

"Well," said Lilli, "It doesn't stand for her name in the direct sense. There are no actual documents stating that the company might, formally, be called 'Agnes Walker Accounting and Consulting'. She's set up a pretty good smoke screen of dummy corporations to cover her trail. The 'A.W.' seems to be sort of a back-handed joke. But, if you look at the structure carefully, all of the dummy corporations lead a trail right back to her."

"Shit!" Harry exclaimed. The he contritely added, "Pardon my language, ladies."

"Don't worry about it," said Lilli, putting her free hand on Harry's shoulder, "An obscenity is probably the only reasoned response to news like that."

"Good point," Said Ed with a chuckle, "But, that's not the scary part."

"What's the scary part?" Harry asked anxiously.

Before he answered Ed looked knowingly at Lilli. He knew exactly what she was doing to Harry. He didn't mind. He and Lilli had always had an open relationship. Neither begrudged the other outside sexual conquests. Sometimes they even shared. Ed was actually getting a chuckle out of watching Harry squirm. He idly wondered if he might get a crack at Gloria this time around. He hadn't gotten into her panties, or her delightfully over-stuffed blouse, for a long time. He put his hand on the brown-haired beauty's shoulder.

The touch surprised Gloria for a moment. She knew just as well as Ed what Lilli was up to. Although she had recently admitted to herself that she wanted it to be more, she and Harry had no permanent ties on each other. She was emotionally caught between a tinge of jealousy at Lilli and sharing Ed's amusement at Harry's discomfort.

"The poor dear really is trying to focus on the business at hand," she thought.

As Ed brushed her hair back and tickled the space behind her ear Gloria shivered at his touch and decide to just roll with it. Besides, she knew Ed to be a skillful and considerate lover. He also had a nine inch cock that was as thick as a beer can. Her pussy moistened at the thought.

"Do you want to tell him," Ed asked "or should I?"

"Go ahead," said Lilli, "I've got to find the next picture."

"The scary part," Ed announced, "is that Gloria was also right about there being a connection between the con and the audit."

Harry and Gloria gasped.

As Lilli opened the picture on Harry's computer screen she said, "It turns out that Mrs. Walker has been having an affair."

"Well, that's not news," said Harry, laughing out loud.

"Would you like us to make you a list?" Gloria asked sarcastically.

The picture finally appeared on the screen. Lilli gave Harry a moment to get a good look at it then she turned the screen around so that Gloria could see it.

"Ah," said Lilli, "but, this one is significant."

The picture on the screen was of man who might have somewhere between thirty-five and forty years old. He had a gaunt face with a long, almost hook of a nose, thin lips, and beady eyes partially hidden behind a pair of round, wire-framed glasses.

"This," Lilli announced, "is Wilbur Dweeple. He's an official with the local IRS office."

"And he's responsible for the audit?" Gloria inquired.

"Exactly," said Lilli, "He's rarely worked on the up and up through his whole career. Mr. Dweeple has been investigated several times for just this sort of stunt. Over the years several key government officials, from both parties, have used him to harass their political enemies."

"I'll be damned," said Harry, "The government really does use the IRS for political purposes."

"Harry," said Ed as though addressing a particularly dim-witted child, "Harry, don't go off the deep end with conspiracy theories, buddy.

In every agency of government, or business for that matter, you'll always find a few jackasses who will bend or break the rules to advance their careers and put a couple of extra bucks in their pockets. It doesn't mean that the whole agency or business is corrupt.

This guy Dweeple has been at this for a long time purely for his own gain. The only difference is that this time is that, instead of doing it for power or money, he's doing it because he's getting his pole royally greased by Aggie Walker."

"Point taken," said Harry with a rueful smile.

"The only conspiracy at work here," Ed continued, "is by three people against you and Bill, and, to be brutally honest, more against Bill than you. To Aggie you're just collateral damage."

"No doubt you're right about that," said Harry, "It still doesn't explain why, though. I mean, wasn't the con itself enough?"

"It's what they call a 'blind'," Lilli explained., "the audit is there to keep you off balance and distracted enough to not notice that you're being swindled by the fake accountancy firm."

"It's a brilliant plan," Gloria admitted grudgingly.

"It is," Ed replied, "The big flaw, of course, is that Aggie and Ms. Freemont, or whatever her name is, don't have the knowledge or experience to cover all the bases. They left big holes in the game plan. That's why Lilli was able to dig up so much on them."

"I don't see any big holes in it," said Harry.

As Harry spoke Lilli removed her hand from his shoulder and reached down to stroke the hardening bulge in his trousers. Harry shuddered at the contact.

"There were three in this one," Ed elucidated, "one that they should have seen coming and two that were just stupid." 

Ed had, by that time taken his hand off of Gloria's shoulder and was delicately tracing circles on her back between her shoulder blades. Gloria shivered as her vaginal juices flowed and her nipples hardened.

"The one that they should have seen coming," Lilli said to Harry, "is that you and Gloria have really good bullshit detectors. You both smelled a rat almost immediately. You've got a lot more on the ball than the people they've been pulling their sexual harassment scams on." 

She squeezed Harry's cloth covered cock just below the head. Harry suppressed a groan. Harry decided to throw caution to the winds. He reached over, stuck his hand under Lilli's tight skirt, and fondled one of the round cheeks of her spectacular ass. It was Lilli's turn to suppress a groan.

Ed picked up the story saying, "That is what led us to the first stupid mistake."

"You," he said to Gloria, "Figured out the 'A.W.' in the fake company's name, not to mention the connection between the scam and the audit."

Gloria blushed, partially from the compliment and partially from Ed's hand moving along her thigh.

"If you figured it out anyone could have," said Lilli. Before Gloria could object she added, "Nothing against you, honey, but, you have no experience with things like this. If someone who doesn't know how these things work figured it out, someone who does know could have been on it in a heartbeat. It's an obvious and stupid piece of very incriminating evidence."

"What's the other stupid thing?" Gloria asked as she started openly stoking Ed's boner through his trousers.

"That's the dumbest thing of all," said Lilli.

She had to pause a moment to gather her thoughts. Harry had abandoned her ass and was running his finger along her labia through her panties.

"Guess where Dweeple and Mrs. Walker have been having their little tryst?" Lilli asked with a smirk.

Harry's eyes widened as he said, "No. Even Aggie couldn't that arrogant and stupid."

"Yes she could," Ed shot back with big grin.

"It was the one thing that she didn't think to hide because she's never tried to hide her extramarital affairs," said Lilli.

"Could somebody, please, enlighten me?" said Gloria, "I don't get it."

"Think about it, Gloria," said Lilli, "What's the one place that could go to fuck Dweeple where everybody would know about it?"

Gloria thought about it for a moment. Then her eyes widened in shock as she asked incredulously, "Dweeple's offce?"

"Bingo!" said Ed as he squeezed one of her tits to accentuate the statement.

All four exploded with laughter.

"That's insane," Harry squeaked between mirth driven gasps, "That's completely nuts!"

"But," said Gloria, "in context, it makes perfect sense. She doesn't care who knows about her sleeping around. So, she wouldn't think to hide it."

"Exactly," said Lilli.

"That still leaves two big, open questions," Gloria said, "First, why did Olivia go along with all this? Whatever we may think of her she's probably not stupid. Given what we've figured out about her personal history, I don't think that she's capable of Aggie's level of arrogance. She must have had some inkling that she was getting in over her head. Something tells me that the lure of a big score wouldn't have been enough. There must have been something else."

"That's part of why they couldn't get this scam past the two of you in the first place," Ed said as he put his arm around her and began openly fondling her left breast. "You've got good instincts, and your right. There was another reason."

As Ed spoke Lilli decided to up the ante on Harry. She had deftly unzipped his fly, fished out his stiff dick, and was stroking it rhythmically under the desk. That left Harry fighting desperately to maintain the outer appearance of composure. He decided to give as good as he was getting. He pushed aside the crotch of her panties and crammed two fingers into her dripping snatch.

Though maintaining composure wasn't any easier for her than she was making it for Harry, Lilli managed to say, "That's the one other big pieces of the puzzle that we found."

"What's that?" Harry croaked out.

Lilli couldn't answer right away as she had begun overtly riding Harry's fingers. Ed didn't answer right away because he was trying to figure out a way to covertly hump against Gloria's hand. So, he tweaked her nipple as she rubbed her thighs together.

At long last Ed answered, "We have to start at the beginning on this. We all know that Aggie came from East Coast old money. But, her father was a lousy business man and eventually pissed away most of the family's fortune. The one smart thing that he managed to do was to set up trust funds for each of his children. How the funds survived the bankruptcy I couldn't tell you."

"He must have spent his last dime on some really good lawyers," Gloria observed.

"That's as good an explanation as any," said Ed.

Lilli, by that time, was incapable of coherent speech. Harry had upped the ante again by using his thumb to diddle her clit while his fingers slid in and out of her slick hole. She had completely abandoned his cock and was gripping the sides of the desk for dear life while she fucked herself on his hand.

Ed and Gloria stopped actively fondling each other to watch Lilli grind herself on Harry's fingers. Lilli could feel her knees about to buckle.

"Please," she moaned, "let me sit down for a moment."

"No," said Harry sternly, "You started this and now I'm going to finish it."

Harry started manipulating his fingers with increasing speed on her pussy. Lilli humped, and whined, and shuddered, and whimpered. Her soft, 36DD tits bounced and jiggled as she danced on Harry's hand. As he watched them bob with her movements, it struck him how he was going to put her over the top. He reached up to squeeze one of her big tits through her blouse and bra. Then he pinched the nipple as hard as he could.

Lilli convulsed and groaned as the orgasm overcame her. Her brain momentarily shorted out because every nerve ending in her body seemed to be on fire.

When her climax subsided and she slumped over the desk, she looked at Harry with a smirk and said, "I'll get you for that, you bastard."

"You're welcome to try," Harry said smugly as he stuffed his then softening dick back into his pants.

Meanwhile, Ed and Gloria had leaped to their feet and begun applauding.

"Bravo," Ed shouted between guffaws, "Bravo!"

"A sparkling performance executed with grace and impeccable timing," Gloria laughed.

"Thank you," said Harry, bowing and chuckling, "Thank you."

Lilli had enough on the ball to also see the humor of it. Still, through her own mirth, she managed to say, "I'll get all of you for this one."

"Promises, promises," said Ed.

"Getting back to the subject," said Harry as he crossed the room to the credenza, "What were you saying about the trust fund?" 

"Oh, right," Ed said, snapping back to the business at hand, "The trust fund somehow survived the bankruptcy. That's why Aggie was able to go to college in the first place. Of course, had her old man been better at business she would have been at some fancy Ivy League school instead the University of Wisconsin."

"How does that relate to our little problem?" asked Gloria.

"That's where she met Grizelda Krepplemaier, or, as we know her, Olivia Freemont," Ed answered, "They became inseparable."

"Grizelda became Aggie's most loyal sycophant," said Lilli.

She was sitting on the edge of Harry's desk. At some point while everyone's back was turned she had removed her panties. She sat with her legs spread to flash Harry.

"That's a good description," Ed responded, "Anyway, to make a long story short, most of the rest of the trust fund went to pay for turning Grizelda Krepplemaier into Zelina Mayer."

"In other words, she owes Aggie big time because Aggie paid for the cosmetic surgery," said Harry as he poured a shot of the Jack Daniels.

He held up the bottle and asked, "Anyone else?"

All declined.

"Aggie used most of what was left of the fund to stake Grizelda, or by that time Zelina, for her first couple of scams," Ed continued.

"I take it that the sexual harassment scams were done to pay Aggie back for the cost of the surgery?" Gloria inquired.

"I'm sure that that's what Zelina must have thought when she did it," Ed responded, "Thing is, though, they've built the fund back up and then some. Zelina also has built up a nice little chunk of change of her own. She could retire tomorrow and not hurt.

The only thing I can figure is that Aggie used the surgery to keep Zelina under her thumb and Zelina could never figure out a way to escape it."

"Somewhere along the line, probably only recently, Mrs. Walker must have decided that the small scams weren't bringing in enough money, and she was probably getting tired of being married to Bill," Lilli chimed in.

"Granted," said Ed, "that's pure speculation. But, it's the only scenario that makes sense."

"So, she came up with this scheme to get it all," said Lilli.

By that time Lilli had closed her legs, but had unfastened the top three buttons of her blouse to display her copious cleavage.

Harry set his shot glass down on the credenza as he thought about all that had been said. The room fell silent for a moment. 

After a time Harry said, "Gloria."

"Yes?" his administrative assistant answered.

"You said that there were two big questions to be answered," Harry said, "What was the other one?"

"What do we do now?" Gloria said anxiously.

"Ed?" said Harry.

"Well," Ed answered slowly, "there aren't a whole lot of options at this point. We could take what we have to the cops, but that wouldn't achieve very much."

"Why not?" asked Gloria.

"Everything we have is circumstantial evidence and supposition," said Lilli, "What we've got might not even be heavy enough to trigger an investigation. They certainly couldn't make an arrest based on what we have, let alone get a conviction."




Be Reasonable. Do It My Way Ch. 12



"Okay," said Harry, "I don't understand. It all seems pretty cut and dried to me."

"Harry," said Ed earnestly, "from the evidentiary standpoint we've got a big bag full of nothin'. We have no direct connection between Olivia Freemont and Wilbur Dweeple. The fact that A.W. Accounting and Consulting currently has no client list could be written off to the fact that it's a very new company. They could just say that they were trying to land you as their first client. The fact that Aggie is climbing Dweeple's flag pole does not, in the evidentiary sense, mean that Aggie had anything to do with the audit. We've got nothin' here."

Harry crossed the room again to sit back behind his desk.

"Well," said Harry as he sat down, "we haven't signed anything yet. If I tell Ms. Freemont that we don't want to do business. She goes away. Aggie's plan fails. Since they would no longer need the blind, presumably, the audit would go away, too. Problem solved."

"Bullshit!" Ed exclaimed.

He pounded Harry's desk so hard that it echoed through the office. His eyes were blazing with anger.

"You can't possibly be fucking naïve enough to think that Aggie will just shrug and walk away. You can't possibly be that fucking stupid!" he bellowed

"Now wait a minute!" Harry shouted.

"No! You wait a minute!" Ed shouted back.

He grabbed Harry by the lapels of his suit jacket, pulled Harry up out of his chair, and yelled, "Just shut the fuck up and listen, asshole!" Then he shoved Harry back into the chair.

In all the years that Ed and Harry had known each other, Harry had only seen Ed like this once before. It was back in highschool when their friend Jerry Krep's parents were getting divorced. Jerry blamed himself and was determined to commit suicide. Ed was equally determined to stop him. Ed's determination won out. So, Harry stopped arguing.

Neither Lilli nor Gloria had ever seen Ed like this and it scared the hell out of both of them. They clung to each other at the far end of the room.

"With all the trouble that conniving cunt has gone to setting this up, do you think for one minute that she going to just give up if it fails? What do you think her back-up plan is gonna to be?" 

Harry did think about it. Suddenly a look of sheer horror crossed his face.

"She'd kill him," he said very quietly.

"That's right," Ed yelled, "And probably rig it to frame you!"

"She murders Bill. She blames me. She gets everything. It's a perfect set-up," said Harry grimly.

"That's about the size of it," Ed said.

"I knew I should've tried to break them up the minute I met her," Harry muttered, "I knew she was going to be trouble."

Ed walked slowly over to Harry's desk. He rested one of his ham hock hands on the desk and the other on Harry's shoulder.

His voice was calm and even as he said, "Don't blame yourself for this, Harry."

"But..." Harry started to say.

"No buts," Ed told his friend, "Back then Bill was so much in love with her he couldn't see straight. If you had tried to break them up all you would have accomplished would have been to lose one of your best friends. If you'd have done that you wouldn't be here now to try to save his fat, sorry ass."

"Point taken," Harry said, smiling regretfully, "So, what do we do?"

Ed walked back to the chairs in front of Harry desk and flopped down into one of them.

"The way I see it," he said, "we have only one option. We have to get one of them to rollover on the other and turn State's Evidence."

"Well, Aggie's out of the question," said Harry, "There's no way either of us could make her crack."

"Ditto Wilbur Dweeple," said Ed, "Don't let that goofy looking face fool you. He's been through three federal investigations and an indictment and he still has his job. I wouldn't even want to think about trying to pressure someone like that."

"That leaves us with Olivia," said Gloria as the two women drifted back toward the desk.

"Right," said Ed, "She's the weak link here."

"So, how do we get through to her?" Harry asked.

Ed tapped his temple and said, "I'm working on it. There's a plan forming in here."

"Be afraid," said Harry sarcastically, "Be very, very afraid."

"Hey!" said Ed defensively, "My plans usually work!"

"They also usually get us into big trouble on the way there," said Harry.

"Unless you've got a plan mine is all we've got," Ed shot back, "I need to go talk to Bill for a few minutes, I'll be back."

"Do you remember where his office is?" Gloria asked.

"Gloria, come on," said Ed, "Have I ever been able to navigate the rat's maze of cubicles out there?"

"You're right," Gloria chuckled, "I'll show you where it is."

Women have unique ways of communicating with one another. A good deal of it is non-verbal. That's why any man who has found himself in the middle of a conversation between two or more women frequently has trouble following it. Half of what is said isn't said out loud. It's not telepathy or anything like that. But, one woman can shoot another woman a look and the other woman will know exactly what the first woman was thinking. 

As Gloria and Ed headed for the door she turned around shot Lilli a look that said, "Can I trust you two alone together?"

Lilli answered with a look that said, "Not for one damned minute. No."

Gloria smiled, shook her head, and led Ed out the door.

As soon as the door closed Lilli pounced. She threw herself into Harry's lap, grabbed his head, and plunged her tongue into his mouth.

Harry pulled her mouth off of his and asked, "In a hurry?"

"Yes," she said, "I've been thinking about your hot cock all day, and I'm so horny I could scream."

"Well, we can't have that. Can we?" said Harry in mock sympathy.

"Don't push your luck," said Lilli, "the only reason that I'm not still mad about that stunt you pulled during the meeting is that I'm to fucking horny to care."

She wiggled her ass on his hardening bulge in his pants.

"Not to mention," said Harry, "the fact that you got a nice little orgasm out of it."

"Well," she admitted, "that's true. I'd forgotten that you're as good with your hands as you are with your dick."

She wiggled in his lap again until she felt him get completely hard.

"Speaking of which..." she said as she jumped off his lap, dropped to her knees, and began unfastening his belt.

Harry lifted his butt off the chair so that Lilli could pull his trousers down.

She stroked his boner and said, "This is what I want."

With that Lilli took him into her mouth and all the way down her throat. Harry let out a low moan. As the stacked fifty year old bobbed her face on his pole Harry reached down to unbutton her blouse. He squeezed one of her big tits through her bra making her nipples harden.

"You cock-sucking little minx," said Harry, "You just can't get enough. Can you?"

She shook her head never letting go of his dick. She loved the feel of a dick in her mouth, especially one as big as Harry's. She was doing everything she could to get him as hot as she felt. She wanted him to be as desperate to fuck as she was to be fucked.

Suddenly she pulled her mouth off his prong, stood up, and shouted, "I've got to get out of these fucking clothes!"

As she stripped so did Harry. Neither one of them had ever shed their clothing so quickly.

Harry walked around in front of the desk and said, "Let's do it out here where there's a little more room to maneuver."

Lilli ran to him, dropped back to her knees, and continued her feverish blowjob. She used no finesse or subtlety. She was too hot and bothered for that. Lilli just wanted his big dick in her mouth, or any other hole she could find. Her lush lips formed a vacuum seal around the shaft and her cheeks went concave. She tickled his balls and his scrotum as she loudly slurped his meat. As fast and furiously as her mouth was working she wanted more.

She pulled her mouth off of him and growled, "So, when are you going to take this seriously and start fucking my face?" 

Harry didn't answer. He just grabbed her head and rammed his cock down her throat. Lilli moaned around his cock as he did it. The vibrations that it sent up and down Harry's shaft were exquisite. He started humping her head as hard as he could. Lilli grasped his ass to try to pull him in deeper. 

"Oh, fuck!" Harry shouted, "You sweet, little, cock-sucking slut. Swallow my dick!"

Lilli shivered at the verbal abuse. Her nipples were so stiff that they almost hurt. Her pussy was drooling with her arousal. She had been fantasizing about this since Ed had told her that morning that they had an appointment with Harry and Gloria. She loved Harry's big, thick schlong. She loved it pounding in and out of her throat. Slowly she moved her finger toward his sphincter.

Harry knew what she was about to do and knew what would happen when she did it. As much as he enjoyed the feel of her soft lips, darting tongue, and tight throat, he didn't want to cum yet. He wanted his cock in her wet, clinging cunt when he shot off.

It took every ounce of self-control he had to yank his hard meat out of her mouth, but somehow he did it. Lilli looked up at him hungrily.

"Why did you stop?" she whined, "I was just getting into it."

"Oh?" he said he said sarcastically, "You don't want to fuck? You don't want my cock in you cunt?"

Lilli stared at the hot, stiff pole bobbing in front of her face.

"Yes," she hissed, "I want you to fuck me."

"Are you sure?" Harry teased.

"Yes, damn it!" she shouted, "I want you to fuck me!"

"Turn around and get on all fours," Harry ordered.

Lilli couldn't reposition herself quickly enough.

"Fuck me!" she demanded "I need it now!"

Harry dropped to his knees, scooted up behind the trembling slut, grabbed the cheeks of her ass to hold her in place, and rubbed the head of his dick against her slick, vaginal opening.

Lilli tried to move her hips back so that she could impale herself on his spear, but his firm grip held her still. Slowly he put the head of his cock into her hungry pussy. 

"Quit teasing, you bastard," Lilli shouted, "and start fucking!"

Keeping the same pace he slid his entire rod into her.

"You son of a bitch!" she yelled, "Quit fucking around and start fucking!"

Harry pulled his dick almost all the way out of Lilli's dripping hole as slowly as he had put it in. He repeated the move several times.

"Don't you know how to do this right, shithead? Knock it off and fuck me, asshole!" she shouted angrily.

Harry knew exactly what he was doing. Nothing pissed Lilli off more than being teased. She was one of a kind, in Harry's experience. The madder she got the hotter she got. He wanted her to be so horny and livid that she would cum the minute he crammed his peg in her slot for real.

He pulled himself all of the way out of her and lodged his slick dick between the cheeks of her firm, round ass. Then he reached around to fondle her big tits and pinch her nipples.

"Is that all you're going to do?" Lilli growled, "You're just going to hotdog me? Don't you fucking know how to fuck?"

"You're not being very friendly for someone who wants a man's dick inside her," Harry said softly.

"I don't do nice," she shot back, "It's against my religion."

"Your religion?" Harry asked.

"Yeah," Lilli barked, "I'm a bitch! Now, stop talking and start fucking!"

Harry removed one hand from her tit and reached down to her pussy. He began tweaking one nipple and diddling her clit at the same time.

Then he licked her ear and whispered, "Not until you ask nicely."

"Please, fuck me," she grumbled through clenched teeth.

The teasing was starting to get to her. She was furiously rubbing her ass against the hot, hard-on lodged between her ass cheeks. She drew a sharp breath as Harry licked her ear again.

"That didn't sound very sincere," said Harry flatly.

Lilli was trembling with sexual need. Her vagina was dripping hot lava. Her entire body was flushed with desire. She couldn't take much more.

"Please, fuck me?" she gasped.

"That's better," said harry, "but, we're not quite there yet."

Harry pinched her clit hard. She moaned and shuddered. She was at the end of her rope. She was half insane with desire, anger, and frustration. She was near the point of tears.

"Please," she whimpered, "fuck me?"

"That's more like it," Harry said grinning.

With that he let go of her tit and clit. He grabbed her hips and crammed himself into her as hard as he could. Just as he had hoped Lilli screamed with orgasm as her entered her. She went through another series of smaller climaxes as he brutally humped her. That's what he liked about Lilli. He didn't have to be gentle or careful. She only wanted one thing, to be savagely, mercilessly fucked.

Lilli, for her part, was beyond any form of coherent thought. She finally had what she wanted, a big, stiff dong in her twat. Her body was on fire with the series of small orgasms and the one big one that Harry had given her. She knew that she was on her way to another big one.

As she hit each little climax her vaginal walls would clamp down on Harry's cock. Her cunt was damned tight for a fifty-year-old anyway, but when her pussy squeezed him like that the feeling was incredible. He wasn't going to last much longer at this rate. He wanted to push her to one final Big "O" before he finished, though. 

He leaned over her to fondle her tits and growl into her ear, "This is what you wanted. Isn't it, slut?"

"Yes," she moaned.

"You want to be fucked," he said loudly.

"Yes."

"You live to be fucked!"

"Yes!"

"You're nothing but a big-titted, middle-aged cum bucket. Isn't that right, cunt?"

"Yes!" Lilli shouted.

The fucking, the fondling, and the name calling were making her hotter than she could ever remember being. Not that her brain was functioning at a high enough level for her memory to work anyway. Her entire being was ablaze with lust. There was no world for her, in that moment, except the cock in her cunt, the hands on her tits, and the harsh words in her ear.

"Keep fucking me!" she screamed, "Please, keep fucking me!"

Harry was about to add his coup de grace when he heard the office door open. He suddenly stopped his brutal humping and let go of Lilli's jugs. He looked up to see Gloria standing in the doorway.

With a sly grin Gloria said, "I knew I couldn't leave you two alone for five minutes."

Lilli was momentarily disoriented. The royal dicking that she had been getting from Harry had suddenly stopped. She was about to ask why and plead for Harry to continue when she saw Gloria.

Pulling herself together quickly she said, "Well, don't just stand there gawking. Strip! I have haven't had my tongue in your sweet pussy for ages."

Gloria closed the office door then shed her clothing as fast as she could. 

Lying down on the carpet, spread eagled, in front of Lilli, she grabbed the older woman's head, shoved it into the juncture between her soft thighs and shouted, "There it is, you rug munching cunt! Eat me!"

Lilli immediately plunged her tongue deep into the stacked secretary's hair pie. She began licking and sucking like a mad woman. Gloria writhed and moaned as the older woman nibbled her clit.

Gloria tightened her grip on Lilli's head and shouted, "That's it, cunt! Eat my hot pussy until I cum on your slutty face."

Meanwhile, Harry had resumed his savage rhythm in and out of Lilli's sex tunnel. He mauled her boobs brutally as he fucked her. He didn't care about putting her over the top anymore. He was right on the edge himself. If he didn't nut soon he was going to go crazy.

Lilli moaned as he groped and fucked her. The additional vibration on her clitoris caused Gloria to moan. The pleasure was so great that beads of sweat were forming between her huge, conical tits.

She held Lilli's head in a death gripe and chanted, "Eat me. Eat me. Eat me."

Lilli was completely out of her mind with rapture. She had a cock in her cunt and a cunt in her face. That added to Harry's ferocious abuse of her tits was getting her so close she couldn't stand it. She knew that when the orgasm hit her it would probably knock her out cold. She didn't care she had to have it and she had to have it now!

The three of them were so absorbed in passion that none of them heard the office door open again. Ed stood in the doorway and grinned. Quietly closing the door behind him and removing his clothes he walked over to the threesome. He'd been hard as a steel bar all morning thinking about Gloria's tits. Sitting in Bill's office with nothing to look at but Dee Dee's massive mams, and watching the sway of her bubble butt as she led him back to Harry's office hadn't helped. Seeing Gloria on her back on the carpet with Lilli's tongue in her pussy was just too good an opportunity to pass up. He could see that her chest rockets were already slick with sweat. He straddled her rib cage, slapped her twin torpedoes around his hard dong, and started banging her boobs for all he was worth. 

The pressure of her soft flesh on his hard pole was amazing. He knew that he was on a hair trigger and that he wouldn't last long.

Gloria had seen him coming and knew exactly what he was going to do. She welcomed it. She reveled in it. She licked the head of his cock each time it emerged from her cleavage to thank him for it. She knew that the additional stimulation was just what she needed to push her to a bone crushing orgasm. As Ed fucked her tits she humped her cunt harder against Lilli's face. Reaching behind the detective she tickled his sphincter with her finger.

Ed groaned in response and humped her hooters harder. He tweaked her nipples as he fucked her tits. That caused Gloria to groan and writhe with passion.

Harry couldn't take it anymore. He had to cum. He had to shoot his nut butter into Lilli's steaming fuck hole ASAP.

"Cumming!" he bellowed as he emptied his balls into the woman's boiling cauldron.

As he shot what felt like gallons of man juice into her, he squeezed her tits so hard that it made his fingers hurt.

That put Lilli over the top. Her orgasmic screech was muffled by Gloria's pussy in her face. The sudden vibration of Lilli's response kicked in Gloria's climax. As she came she shoved her finger into Ed ass. That was all it took to make him shoot his massive wad all over her face and tits.

The four screamed, and moaned in hedonistic joy. Their bodies writhed, shook and shuddered as they simultaneously drowned in an ocean of mind blowing sexual pleasure.

When their communal orgasm finally wound down they collapsed into a crumpled, tangled heap on the carpet.

After several minutes of silence, except for their collective, labored breathing, Ed lifted his head and announced, "Now, that's the way to end a business meeting!"

All four of them exploded with laughter.