0 comments/ 13617 views/ 1 favorites Ben’s Comeback By: egmontgrigor2010 CHAPTER 1 Sarah Schmidt said to her husband Carl, "So we begin the cycle again from tomorrow. You've hired a drunk, or gambler, or mental retard, or keyhole peeper or thief and he'll last less than a month before you kick his ass and pay him off. Then the cycle begins again." It was Sunday and Schmidt's Sunset Creek Feed and Gain Store was closed and with the late spring midday being warm, the couple was having lunch on the lawn. The kids Rita (23) and Hugo (21) had both stayed overnight with friends and weren't expected home till after dark. Carl sipped some red wine and smacked his lips. "Don't be disgusting." "Drink red wine instead of that sour insipid white wine you drink and you'd also get pleasure from what you're drinking. It's almost as good as sucking pussy." "For heaven's sake Carl, keep your voice down. I don't want our neighbors learning about your depraved ways." "It's scarcely a secret when everyone is into it. Well I think this new guy is a cut above the usual general hand we have here. He was fired from the bank he worked at and has fallen on hard times." "Are you crazy, hiring a clerk to do heavy lifting and someone who steals from his employer, a bank no less? God are you out of your mind?" "He didn't steal and wasn't a clerk. He was the bank's building maintenance manager and he was fired by the chief executive for fucking the CEO's daughter." "Is that legally a firing offence?" Carl slapped his thigh and laughed. "He had her over a table and was plowing her when the first sitting of employees for morning coffee entered the lunchroom." "Omigod," Sarah giggled. "I wonder if he'll want a piece of me?" "Very unlikely," Carl said dryly. "He's only twenty-seven. Best you think of locking up your daughter before he takes her virginity." "You fool she lost that quite some years ago. You know darling, we could be in for an interesting time." "Funny you should say that," Carl smiled. "That was my thought. Well let's finish up here and go inside for our regular Sunday nookie." "I wish you wouldn't use that word." "You object to screw and fuck." "Couldn't you be subtle and just say our afternoon nap?" Carl snorted and said where would be the expectation if he used that daft term of inaction. We haven't done anal for quite sometime Sarah." "Carl you idiot, keep your voice down. I want our neighbors to believe we are a respectable couple." "What's wrong with you woman? Everyone is into anal, even those who deny ever doing it." His wife snorted thinking some guys believed everything they said. They were not as staunch as women when under pressure. Hugo was home first and looked a wreck. "Have you been on drugs," she fumed. Her son protested, "Fair go mom. You knew I stayed over night at Charlie Slate's parents' home. Well we were asleep when his sister Gwen crept into our room and had a piece of me. Several pieces in fact. She went and a few minutes later her mom arrived and she was into me as if it were her last fuck on earth." Happy to learn drugs and alcohol were not involved, Sarah told Hugo to have a quick bath and then go to bed to sleep off his exhaustion. An hour later Rita arrived home looking at peace with herself. "Mom I'm so happy, I've found Joy." That made Sarah very upset. She'd kept her children away from church to avoid them coming under evil influences, particularly those with a ecumenical bias because if the promoting body got it wrong they'd all be wrong, or churches with an evangelistic bent simply because that was a fertile ground for bigots and malpractices. "I wish you had kept away from churches?" "Whose speaking churches mom? I'm talking about our hockey coach Joy Simpson. Last night Joy, who is my best friends oldest sister, and I entered into a lesbian affair. Oh boy, is Joy hot." Susan was relieved. This new meant her daughter would be out of reach of the carnal forays of their new general hand who would almost certainly have lined up her daughter as his first conquest. Sarah made a mental note to ask her daughter in the morning exactly what lesbians did to have sex. * * * Ben Caine had been angry when fired by the banks CEO Douglas Saunders. If his daughter hadn't been so tentative about being fucked he would have been in, out and gone before the first shift came in for their morning break. As it was he'd just slipped into Janice's sticky opening when people began arriving. He'd not even completed the first in stroke. "Oh god, total humiliation," Janice had groaned. Ken sighed, "Oh fuck I'm in line for a wicked bout of blue balls." Janice's father had been a righteous prick when he had Ben up before him and was flanked by two sneering lieutenants, both women. "Caine I can't believe you attempted to have sexual intercourse with my daughter." Ben knew he was about to be fired so put in the boot. "What are you jealous you didn't think of it first?" The CEO turned purple and began to choke. "You're fired," he spluttered. "Here's your termination check." It looked okay to Ben but he wasn't finished. "I was ten thousand bucks to buy my silence otherwise I'll give my story to the press and you know very well Saunders you are vilified by at least half the population of this city. "Is it only that many?" said the arrogant asshole, who was rather proud of his tough-ass reputation as a banker and as the dictatorial head of the city's Business and Professional Association and as well was the ruthless chairman of the City Council's planning and building code committee. "The press won't publish that rubbish." "Well please yourself Sanders but say goodbye to solid customer support when news of this unfair and totally vindictive dismissal is published in our city's shit-stirring newspaper. Half of your bank's clients will take their business elsewhere." Ben sighed in assumed defeat and began walking out. The two vice-presidents were talking urgently to their CEO. "Stop Caine. I have had a change of mind. I'll have a muzzling document prepared for you to sign within the hour and you can have that payment to buy your silence." Ben returned to the desk and returned his check and said he waited all the money in cash. "Agreed," the CEO spat. As soon as the cash was paid over Ben prepared to leave town. His parents were distressed that he was leaving the city but were even more distressed when he revealed the reason for his dismissal. "Christ son are you loco?" his father said, shaking his head. "As a manager you ought to have known the unwritten rule you never have sex at the office." Eleven months later Ben was running low on money, having purchased an elderly pickup and had been successful in finding casual work, although it was low paid. He drove into a new city and passing the feed and grain store saw a notice stating, 'Help Wanted.' He stopped and a middle-aged guy chewing a straw and wearing a checked blue and black shirt under bib overalls and cowboy boots greeted him. "Howdy son, practicing your reading or are you really looking for work?" "Yeah permanent work mister." "Pleased to meet you son. I'm Carl Schmidt. Why don't you come in for coffee and we can talk about what you can and can't do, what is your attitude to work and what are your weaknesses and pay expectations?" "Sure Mr Schmidt. The name is Ben Caine and I must say I'm most impressed at the way your store looks. Most feed and grain stores I've seen look as if they haven't had a dollar spent on them in forty years." "That's very observant of you Ben and what you say is the truth. So do you chase married women for sex?" "No sir." "Well that's a big plus because my wife works in the business. On the other hand what you do with my daughter if I hire you is none of my business, er within reason." "You wife will be safe from me sir, but the question is will I be safe from her?" Carl looked at Ben dubiously. Two hours later Ben was booked into Greta Young's rooming house and he had a job doing the lifting and dirty work at Schmidt's Sunset Creek Feed and Gain Store. He sold the pickup at a loss and brought new clothes. Sunset Creek and hinterland were large enough to support four feed and grain stores and many of the other businesses appeared to be thriving. Somewhat crossly Ben noticed the city had at least seven banks but no way did he desire to work in any of them. Another thing of great interest to him when shopping and even when selling his pickup was the younger women he'd come across had either looked at him boldly or glanced away smiling. There was none of that eyes-cast-down shit. * * * Monday was always a busy day as rural people tended to stock up on Mondays and then return on Fridays to buy things they'd forgotten and hope to meet people they knew in one of the restaurants when taking late lunch. Sarah was placing the 'Open' sign outside the side entrance when she noticed a dark-curly haired guy with big white teeth, a big chest and narrow hips approaching. At least that's what Sarah thought she saw but she had on her reading glasses. "Hi Mrs Schmidt." Omigod it was him, the new guy. Carl had said he was only twenty-seven. "Good morning," she smiled, pulling in her tummy and moving her breasts slightly forward. "You look normal to me." "Excuse me." "The general hands Carl hires usually have deficiencies or abnormalities or both." "I can see Carl didn't pick a woman with abnormalities and deficiencies for his wife Mrs Schmidt." The surprise of that compliment and its magnificence almost caused Sarah to wet herself. Oh god the kid was Mr Smooth. "What is your name boy?" "It's Ben Caine but please call me Ben ma'am." "You may call me Sarah," she said and wondered why the hell she'd said that. Carl and the kids would be cross with her in encouraging that air of familiarity." "Thanks Sarah. May I say you have lovely skin and breasts." Sarah wet herself. Fortunately it was just a wee release. "You may but don't allow my family to hear that familiarity with me." "I understand. And I know that Carl would not want me to chase you." Sarah wondered chase her for what and then she visualized him with his dick in his hand running hard at her and she was hit by palpitations but breathed deeply and steadily and relaxed and was soon over that over-run. "Carl I would appreciate you not having such intimate conversations with me. Just limit your conversations to "Am I doing this right Sarah' and 'what do you wish me to do next Sarah?" "Yes ma'am." "Good boy. Go inside and find the place just beyond the office where we eat. You'll find coffee ready." "And I guess you'd like one as well Sarah?" One of what? Omigod her mind wouldn't get off sex. "No thanks, I limit my coffee intake," she lied, not wanting him close to her while she was aroused like this. Carl arrived with his daughter Rita who managed the office and Hugo who took orders along with Carl from clients and Carl also ordered supplies. The kids eyed him up, Rita pausing over Ben's zip for longer than necessary before looking at his boots. It was also Carl's job to check in supplies against the documentation on arrival. Sarah did the books, helped at the counter, answered the phone, accepted payments and when orders were received from waiting customers called on the sound system what to load and for whom. "Ben two bags of minerals lick for Mrs Phelps. You'll find it in bay 16." "On my way. What is Mrs Phelps' vehicle?" "The black Dodge pickup." Ben emerged with the two bags on a trolley and Mrs Phelps who was in her early thirties said, "Hi Ben, I'm Rhonda. I call most Mondays." "I'll look out for you Rhonda." She did a double take. Ben lifted a bag of cattle supplement and dumped it into the cargo box with ease. "God you have well developed muscles," Rhonda smiled. "I reckon a guy's penis must be his strongest muscle," Ben said, quoting something he recalled hearing someone say sometime ago. "Oh Ben," Rhonda said, holding on to the tray. "Are you okay Rhonda? You've turned very red." "I felt a little overcome but I'm okay now." "Are you sure you are okay to drive? Do you want me to call your husband to come and get you?" "No don't do that. There's no way I could describe to him what come over me." "Oh it's not pregnancy, it's just one of those girly things?" "Yes Ben," she sighed. "Just one of those girly things." When Ben finished his lunch he thought he would sit in the sun for the remainder of his break. Rita was lolling against the hay with two of her girl friends and he heard her say, "Here he is now." The redhead cupped a tit and said oh god could she have him and the short-cropped blonde said he looked if he could go all night. Ben thought he didn't like any of them at all but smiled and said, "Hi ladies, you are all looking beautiful." "What you are attempting to get you won't get from me," the blonde said while the redhead said he could have her. "No thanks, my choice would be Mrs Schmidt. The three young women appeared totally shocked, particularly Rita. A few minutes later the other two women left and Rita came over and sat beside Ben. "Are you really out to fuck my mom?" "Christ no, your dad would kill me. I wanted to put your two friends off me. I didn't like their attitude. It appeared to me they thought they only had to snap a finger and I would lick their pussy." "You're wrong. Those two are lesbians." "Oh then what about you?" "I'm not sure. I suppose I'm bi." Ben asked what was getting enough. "God you are not shy talking to women. Yes at present I am. Are you interested?" "Not really but if you do experience a dry spot give me a shout and I'll help you out." Rita looked impressed. " You are all right Ben. My first impression of you was your were rather up yourself. You know not many guys know anything about a woman's needs." "Well in the final analysis a hot dick is better than an impersonal dildo or vibrator." "Jesus pal what don't you know? I must cook for you one night. You won't have to fuck me." "Thanks Rita. That's really friendly. Look why don't you loosen your bra off a bit? Being trussed up that high must be as uncomfortable as shit." Rita eyed him warmly. "You know Ben, you are a rare male, one who's not all shit. I think you a right about my bra. I'll loosen the straps." A few minutes after Ben was back at work sweeping the floor Sally called, "Ben two bags of Flock Raiser pellets to Mrs Kennedy's old Oldsmobile." The hawked-nosed woman took a good look at Ben. "Good afternoon Mrs Kennedy. I'm impressed you buy quality feed for your poultry. I be your husband also eats well." "That's very perceptive of you young man. I suppose you are angling for an invitation to dinner?" she said, watching him place the bags carefully to the side of her supermarket shopping. "Mrs Kennedy I'm not cheeky enough to wangle an dinner invitation and besides I'm only hired help at the bottom of the chain." "Sarah told me you are a former manager who came here without a job and I asked were you fired in disgrace and she claimed she had no idea." "I was caught attempting to fuck the CEO's daughter mid-morning." Mrs Kennedy smiled. "Attempting?" "Insertion was in process but then everyone came in for morning coffee and compromised us." "Omigod you funny man," Mrs Kennedy laughed. "You know you are the only man other than my husband who has dared to say that F-word to me. You are saucy and lively and I'm quite taken with you." "I could be a little young for you Mrs Kennedy and are you really brave enough to commit adultery?" She laughed almost hysterically. "No you fool. Not like that. I meant just as a friend. Ted and I don't have much contact with young people apart from our niece Summer." "What a lovely name." "Yes and she has the looks and nature to go with that. Well I must be off. You have been a surprising find. Goodbye." "Bye Mrs Kennedy. Nice ass." She chuckled and got into the 1983 Oldsmobile Delta 88 that had two small swine in a crate on the back seat. "Call for you Ben," yelled Hugo. Ben walked to the nearest phone thinking he had no one to call him. "Good afternoon Mr Caine. This is a personal call. Are you able to take a personal call?" "Yes ma'am." "I'm Mrs Gibson, Rhonda Phelps' sister. Rhonda's husband Bruce is away for three weeks at livestock sales and she's not having much social life. She wonders if you would meet her at my house tomorrow evening to chat over a drink. What do you think?" "Well yes I could do that. Your sister is a charming and striking woman Mrs Gibson." "Indeed. Then come to 16 White Street at 7:00. It's three streets west of your store. Harry and I will have gone out by that time and I can assure you we'll not be home before 10:30." "Won't Rhonda require a chaperone?" "I think not Mr Caine. Although nothing has been said my thinking is if all goes well and you're a cooperative, Rhonda will be wanting to have sex." "Jesus." Mrs Gibson giggled. "Is that okay by you Mrs Gibson?" "It certainly is. My sister is dear to me." Ben walked across to White Street thinking this was the most interesting and most contrived date he'd eve had. He wondered if Rhonda would be there or had gotten cold feet and stayed home. He saw the black Dodge Dakota outside No. 16 White Street and his heart rate surged. He checked the time, 6:50 and checked that his zip was up although he did think perhaps it should be down. The short-cut blonde Rhonda with turquoise eyes answered the doorbell and immediately kissed him, presumably to break the ice. "I'm so glad you had the courage to come here." Huh? "You must have thought it was a peculiar invitation?" "Um do you want the truth," he said, stepping inside and she closed the door. "Yes why not?" "I feel something spark between us on our first meeting." "Even though I said I was married." "Even though I knew that." "Well you are here, what would you like to do?" "Fuck." She colored. "I was really thinking listen to music or watch some TV or just chat out on the back porch for starters. But what you said leaps over those um preliminaries. It's what I want." "I'm glad to hear that Rhonda because not all women know what they want. Here feel this." "Oh god, it feels strong. May I get it out?" "Please do." A few minutes later they were on the sofa, Rhonda removing her panties. Ben had smoothly removed her top and bra and she said, sounding impressed, "That was accomplished really well Mr Smooth." "Women expect their clothing to be removed as well as they removed it." "God I never knew that. I actually have low expectations of men." Ben ignored that provocation. She'd already been well fingered and was dripping. He rolled on a condom, lined up and pushed in. "Omigod you are certainly no fumbler Mr Caine. I now have high expectations of you." "Well you move your ass well and I'll be pleased with you." She laughed and said she guessed she'd deserved that comment. He just grinned and began stroking, holding her upper leg high and watching her squeeze one of her tits. "You like fucking don't you." She sighed and said she adored it. "I don't break out often but I had a feeling you'd be good and I'm not disappointed. This is really beautiful." "I guess one of your breakouts is to have sex with your sister and her husband?" Rhonda jerked and groaned into a small release. "You are very clever Ben, very clever indeed. I expect you have guessed I like it up the butt?" "No-ooooo," Ben said, unexpectedly blowing his load. He panted and she giggled. Rhonda dropped him off at his rooming house at 10:15, kissing him deeply and saying she had had a really great time. "You really do fuck beautifully." Ben’s Comeback "You are one of the best Rhonda. We should do this again." "I don't know if we will but then who knows? Goodnight you darling man." Ben tiredly swaggered into the rooming house, a little over half an hour before the door was locked for the night. Mrs Harrington-Jones came out to see who was arriving. She looked closely at Ben and said, "You've been with a woman." "Yeah and it was great. Do you frequently couple with a woman?" "God you have a foul mind. Go to bed and pray for your salvation." CHAPTER 2 Ben awoke the morning after pounding Rhonda front and back feeling in great shape. It was the first sex he'd had in eight weeks and felt like his manhood had been restored. As he approached the store he saw Sarah putting out the open sign. He thought when she said good morning to him he ought to say would she like a fuck. But then thought that was crazy because she might say yes. "Why is my daughter inviting your to dinner?" "And good morning to you Sarah. She hasn't invited me to dinner." "Well she will when she sees you. Hugo, Carl and me have been told to eat out." "Ah Rita did say she must cook for me some time but she didn't say when." "Well when is tonight and we have to eat out. I don't like eating out midweek." "Well stay and eat with us." "What and get an ear bitten off." Ben sighed and though no matter what he said it would be countered. Sarah was in one of those moods that women plunge into at times. He never got moody. Oh yeah? "Do you think Rita is aiming to fuck me?" "The little bitch. How can she be so blatant?" "Desire would be a good guess." Sarah considered that and nodded. "The over-sexed little bitch." Ben decided it was safer to make no comment. "Why aren't you commenting?" "Jesus Sarah, get off my back. If you must have a go at someone bite Rita's ass." "You leave my daughter's ass out of this." Omigod, Ben concluded. Sarah was being consumed by jealousy. "I'll be in the john." "Stick your head in it while you're there," she snarled. "Oh god Ben I am so sorry for saying that. I don't know what's come over me this morning." "I'll make you feel better. I'll decline Rita's invitation." "No please accept it. If she has sex so what? It's when she's not getting it that I worry." Rita arrived and a few minutes later found Ben and he accepted her invitation to dinner. She cooked him a magnificent three-course meal during which she revealed the reason she'd invited him. She was keen to get married and have difficulty keeping a regular date and conceded she did tend to have other dates while she and her boyfriend considered they were going steady. Ben put her right on that and then told her the other things he believed guys expected from their girlfriend and the things that Rita could do to impress a guy and to intensify his interest in her. He then told her about the even more difficult task of appealing to the guy's mom. "I don't care a shit about the mother. She is immaterial." "Oh Rita," Ben said ever so seriously, "have I got news for you." He left and they kissed on the porch like, er, cousins. He'd had a very enjoyable evening and told her so. He gathered she was not interested in him as a possible partner because he was in a low-paid job and without prospects. Fair enough, he sighed, as he walked home thinking of the awesome way Rhonda Phelps could waggle her ass while squeezing her cunt to seize him in a stupendously erotic milking action. She was unbelievable. Next day a heavy-set guy in a beard in his early sixties came up to Ben and asked if he was Ben Caine. "Yes sir. How may I help you?" "My wife wants you to come to lunch on Sunday. Here's a map how to get to our ranch." "Thank you sir but..." "Don't call me sir. Call me Andy, Andy Kennedy." "Oh Mrs Kennedy's husband?" "What kind of intelligence did you need to figure that out? Don't be late." "What time is on time?" "Noon, we are ranching folk." "Thank you Andy." Ben walked out with Andy to confirm he was driving the uncared for Oldsmobile. He was, confirming the Mrs Kennedy of that car was Summer's aunt. He optimistically expected Summer would be there for lunch on Sunday. The ranch house looked a dump and Ben would learn there was not much money because the income came off only 77 breeding cows, 23 sows and 14 hens. The Kennedy's preferred using their Oldsmobile as an all-purpose vehicle rather than adding a pickup to their farm costs. Their grumpy and frumpy daughter arrived for lunch. She was forty-eight and had with her an unexpected 'gift', the late-arriving Summer who was... surprise-surprise ... only five and although lovely was too shy to come close to Ben and she wouldn't look at him straight on. But as hosts the Kennedy's were lovely. Their daughter didn't bother to join her parents when they went out to wave Ben off as his began his 11 mile pedal back to the city on a borrow bicycle. What a wasted Sunday, he grinned on the way home. But he decided to stay friendly with the Kennedy's who'd lost their big ranch to the bank eight years earlier after three years of summer-autumn drought and the final straw being fire destroying all their vehicles and farm machinery in a barn, none of it insured. He thought good on the Kennedy's for making the effort to re-establish themselves rather than renting a hovel in the city and finding low-paying jobs like working in a feed and grain store. He thought what the hell was he doing hiding away in a feed and grain store waiting to jump out on some poor unsuspecting woman to have sex with her, er with her consent? He'd struck gold with Rhonda and that had truly been unexpected, almost miraculous, although it was more than unlikely a woman of her quality and expertise would fall into his lap again if he continued working at the feed and grain store. Yeah he must plan to move on. Huh? Ben slipped back into loser mode and thought when back at the city he'd try to get Sarah Schmidt to meet him at the store and fuck her but he couldn't even managed to commit to do that. He thanked her when returning the bicycle at Sarah's home. She smiled warmly and said the others were out, would he like to come in for coffee. He shuffled his feet and had difficulty eyeing her and mumbled thanks and said he'd better get home to wash his socks. "Oh darling I'm only too happy to do your washing for you." "No thanks." "Darling," she purred. "At least come in and keep me company. The others won't be back for at least a couple of hours. I'd... um I'd like to hold your hand." "Nah thanks, better get going," he said and walked off wearily, feeling defeated. Next morning Ben awoke feeling more like his old self. He stroked his morning erection and suddenly worked out that Sarah the previous afternoon had been attempting to line him up for sex. He thrashed the erection happily and resolved to become really friendly with motherly Sarah but he'd never fuck her, having no wish to do the dirty on Carl who'd virtually lifted him out of the gutter. * * * "Ben two bags of pet food for senior dogs to the office please." He grinned thinking Sarah must have gone without breakfast. "Ben this is Miss Franklin. She noticed my computer is going again and I mentioned you had fixed it. Her home computer is playing up and she would like you to take a look at it. She'd taken it in to the IT department where she works and they just laughed and told her to dump it." "It's almost ten years old," Miss Franklin said apologetically, "but it's an old friend." "Yeah I'll call at the weekend if you give my your address." "Go with Miss Franklin now," Sarah smiled. "We are a full service store." Miss Franklin, who was in her late fifties, drove as if she was still a learner driver. But they made it to her home without incident although the near misses were a little scary for Ben. He recognized the brand and model of computer instantly, having done computer studies as an optional minor at university when studying for his property management degree. "This laptop is an old warhorse Miss Franklin. You did well to buy it." He booted it while she watched anxiously. "Hmmm." She looked even more anxiously. "The hard drive is worn. Have you been dropping data?" She looked puzzled. "Um missing keystrokes and files failing to open and the message saying something like corrupted file." "Oh yes, one or two. Several actually." "Well there's no need to buy a new computer. In my opinion the hard drive is working itself toward a seizure. It needs replacing and while we are doing that we ought to replace the power supply and double the memory." "We?" "I was including you as the owner/client Miss Franklin." "Oh how sweet. Please call me Evelyn." Miss Franklin dropped Ben back at the store. She wanted to give him a hundred bucks for his time but he declined to accept it with a smile and said he was already being paid and it was a pleasure to help a woman in distress. Evelyn marched into the office. "All fixed Evelyn?" "Yes Sarah. I believe it's going like a dream. I offered Ben this money but he declined, saying he was already being paid. Then you take it Sarah." "No thank you Evelyn. If Ben decided his services to you were free, then who am I to over-rule him?" "My goodness, this is a wonderful example of good old-fashion service." Sarah smiled and invited Evelyn to join her for coffee. They talked about Ben and Sarah said he was a young man who'd fallen from grace for inappropriate behavior at his office." "What for stealing money or fighting?" "Um no, for attempting to have sex with the eager daughter of the CEO in the office mid-morning." "And he was fired for that perfectly natural performance?" Sarah boggled a bit wondering how a spinster could manage to have such an enlightened attitude. Evelyn was a church elder. "Yes the CEO was beside himself in rage." "Sarah that boy seems over qualified to be doing what he does for you." "I know but there's no prospect of advancement for him here." "What if I were to try to get him a position with us?" "In real estate agency? Well why not. Um he does have natural charm with women." "So I've noticed," Evelyn said patting her hair. "Well?" "Yes please try. Please come to the office and I'll look us his background details for you. To be truthful I've never read them. Carl hired Ben." The women looked amazed when they found Ben had a degree in property management and had been managing the property management division for a bank with eleven branches at the time his employment with the bank terminated almost two years later. "They must have been satisfied with him until that unfortunate incident occurred," Evelyn said. "How was it he was caught out?" "Well you did ask," Sarah said blushing. "They were just about to do it on a table in the staff café when staff walked in for their mid morning coffee break." The two women hugged into a giggling fit. Shaking her head, Evelyn said, "He would be well-suited to real estate. Some of our people have the morals of alley cats." They were giggling again. * * * "Ben a Mrs Fields to see you." Ben went up to the intercom and held down the reply switch. "What's Mrs Fields' order?" "She wants to take you for lunch." "What with hayseed in my hair?" There was a brief silence and then, "Mrs Fields says you may use her comb." Ben laughed holding down the switch and said she sounded a honey. "Well Sarah, he sounds as if he has personality." "Turn it on Beth and you might get lucky," Sarah said to an old friend and they cackled. Ben arrived and was introduced. He complained, "I'm not dressed to enter a restaurant." Beth who'd eyed Ben appreciatively said well they'd buy take-outs and eat down at the lake. He grinned and said she was a sound thinker and held out a hand. "What?" "He wants your comb Beth." "Oh," she said flustering. "No don't bother," he said. "I'll use a curry comb from stock." "But they are for horses. No please use my comb." "Okay but please wash it later." Beth watched the waves reappear in his hair and the movement of rippling chest muscles under his shirt and thought omigod Angie, look what mommy has found for you. They sat at a lakeside table eating hamburgers and drinking light beer. "This will be an unusual lunch for you Mrs Fields." "In the city yes, but not when were are up at our cabin. I could have a position in our company for your Ben. Sarah is aware of this and encourages this." "Are you sure?" Beth pulled out her phone but Ben said just your confirmation will suffice. "She is very happy about it, believing it would restore you to where you should be. Now call me Beth and tell me about yourself Ben and take it slowly. I'm interested to learn about your education and work experience and why you are working in your present lowly job." Half an hour later they were done and Beth dropped him back at the feed and grain store. "Thanks for your time Ben. Come to our office when you finish here at 5:30 and expect my husband David to give you a real grilling about property management. Although our daughter heads that department I don't want her involved until we reach the stage of talking about a job offer should we process that far." "Understood Beth. Sorry I denied you a restaurant meal." "The fresh air did me good young man and thank you for making it such a pleasant time." As Ben entered the store Sarah said, "Well? Come through for coffee." She learned that the informal interview had gone really well and this evening he'd be interviewed by Beth and her husband. "Excellent. I want you to leave at 4:30 and get a haircut and then have a shower and dress in your best clothes." "Why?" "To make a good instant impression." "No thanks Sarah. I shall wash my face and go straight from here. I want the husband to see me exactly as I am." "All right but borrow my comb." "Okay but wash it later." She smiled and said she really hoped he secured a position with Greenfields Realty. "I might struggle selling real estate." "Greenfields is the dominant property management company in this city. Didn't Beth tell you that?" "No. Well now I'm really interested but I'll stay with your guys until Carl finds my replacement." "Carl told me to tell Stewart should he ask that you can start in two weeks from today." The interview went fine and Ben was invited to the Fields' home for dinner that evening. "I want you to meet our daughter," Stewart said. "If she likes you we'll make you a job offer. Carl called me and said you could start here in two weeks from today." "Gee that would be great. Any tips on how to impress your daughter?" Beth said, "Just be yourself Ben. Angie can read people better than either Stewart or I can and we think we are pretty accomplished at that." Ben went to the rooming house and waited his turn to secure one of the showers. He washed his hair and later trimmed and cleaned his fingernails. He dressed in his suit and then took it off and dressed in tight light blue jeans and a floral shirt that he left hanging out and put on loafers without socks, deciding he'd show Miss Fields the modern male look and flirtatiously wondered about leaving his jeans unbuttoned but decided against that. Miss Fields could think about unbuttoning him if the occasion arose. Beth answered the doorbell and looking at him, eyes widening, kissed him full on the mouth and whispered, "God you look great. Don't rush her. She's very picky." The woman a little over thirty had the classical look, tall, blonde, full-breasted and faking the appearance she could survive without a male. Actually she really looked as if she could. Her jaw was set and pushed out a little aggressively. Obviously she was pissed off with her parents attempting to recruit someone for the vacancy over her head. "This is our daughter Angela," Stewart said fondly. "We call her Angie." "Hi Miss Fields, I'm Ben Caine and work as a roustabout at Schmidt's Sunset Creek Feed and Gain Store although I have worked in property management hence we have a common interest." "Mom said you were fired from your PM position. How did that happen?" "Angie please," said he mom. "No it's okay Beth. She needs to know. It my view it was a totally unjustified dismissal, out of kilter with the offence that I do admit was unsavory and ill managed. I was attempting to seduce the CEO's daughter, who was willing, on a table in the café when staff walked in." "And with no regarded of that being appropriate behavior from a manager?" "Oh no. It was very inappropriate, in fact unbridled lust." "Oh god," Beth groaned while her husband remained silent, his face impassive. Ben noticed the daughter's eyes flicker and her mouth relaxed and then she said, "Daddy we are ready for drinks. Come through to the sitting room Ben. You sound like an honest man. Are you?" "Almost totally Miss Fields but they are times when a lie is merited." "Yes I would agree. Please call me Angie. That's a lovely shirt." Two hours later Ben had accepted the position of assistant manager of the property management department at a salary that totally satisfied him. Angie then said good night and wandered off and Ben left a few minutes later. He couldn't help sustaining excitement. He had the feeling he was back. As Ben approached the store next morning, Sarah was putting out the open sign. He raised his hands high in victory. She turned and fled inside. Oh shit. After that little display he'd expected Sarah to give him a rough time but she was fine. On the last day he worked at the store he went out to dinner with the family where they joked about his replacement, a guy recently released from jail after doing time for embezzlement. As Carl said, the guy would fit and strong and he had to get past Sarah to get his hands on money and who'd want to steal birdseed or watering systems. CHAPTER 3 The property management department at Greenfields Realty had two women in admin another female involved in client liaison, new business and troubleshooting, all directly under Angie's control. Ben had been placed in charge of the five maintenance crew who included a woman and that including allocating and inspecting their work. Angie had warned him the staff would be resentful he'd been appointed assistant manager because it had been assumed that Thelma, the client liaison and new business officer, was a sitter to take that post. "Well anyway, welcome to your first day here and may your problems remain small. I suggest you have sex with Thelma and win her undying loyalty." Ben was appalled that Angie has said that to him but he had to smile when she took him out to meet the team. He saw that Thelma was pushing fifty and also pushing 200 lbs. Angie caught his grin and winked. Ben's briefing continued for the remainder of the day, including going through details of the twenty biggest clients. Everyone had gone by 5:45 when Angie yawned and said that was it. "Come through to dad's office for a drink. He's at golf and mom leaves around 3:30 each day." That offer sounded great but Ben doubted that Angie would be in the mood to stretch out over her father's desk for him. Her manner toward him had been rather reserved. She hauled out a bottle of wine from the fridge in her father's drinks cabinet and tossing the bottle to Ben to open, sat on the settee and kicked off her shoes and opened the top three buttons of her asymmetrical-styled tunic dress. He caught the glimpse of breast swell and the end of a ruby-red bra. He looked up and by her frown knew he'd been caught peering. He diverted by asking where were the glass and she told him. Ben’s Comeback "Thanks," she said, taking her drink and patting the sofa beside her. She shifted and pulling her dress high pulled her legs under her and sat back looking at him as he studies the expanse of some thigh. "Cheers," he said, knowing he'd been caught looking again. "Yes cheers," she smiled. "You will have found we run quite a big operation?" "Yes and it seems larger than your father indicated to me." "Dad's conservative. If you want excitement tinged with a touch of recklessness go for mom." Eh? "She's the one in our office who pulls off the biggest deals. Mom is a formidable negotiator." Oh she was talking about selling. "Yes I can understand that. I found your mom to be quite a character." "What do you think about me?" "Come on Angie," Ben said nervously. "You won't want the truth from me when it's that personal." "Oh but I do." Ben sighed. "Great tits and ass and legs are pretty okay." Angie looked at him impassively. "You appear mature for your age and you are confident but a little brusque, if I may say so." "You may say so. Go on." "You give the impression of having a chip on your shoulder and I think I know what that's about. Are you going to show me more leg?" Without hesitation Angie pulled her skirt up past her hips. She was wearing ruby-red panties and her stockings were hold-ups. The both sucked in wine, she staring at Ben, he staring between her legs. He continued. "I can now add you are courageous. My guess is your father has held back your advancement, wanting you to be thoroughly grounded as his ultimate successor, confirmed I feel when you just hold me he's conservative. You placed quite heavy emphasis when saying 'conservative'. Another guess is you became fed up and prepared to move out but your mom cried no, don't be a fool." Angie's eyes enlarged. "So mom told you this?" "No, not a word and I've not heard a suggestion of it." "Mom didn't call me a fool but she talked to me earnestly, urging me to stay and saying I'd not easily find such a big future awaiting me in the outside world where dog eats dog. You have read me very well and here was I thinking you only read women to determine how difficult it would be to capture their pussy." "You are dreaming." Angie said, "You are lying." "Jesus." She smiled and went to pull down her skirt but Ben told her to leave it there. She hesitated and then drew her hand away. "Are you not particularly charmed by men?" "It would appear I've been denied meeting any males of social interest who could be called charming." "But you have had sex?" "Of course and frequently enough. And what about you?" "I guess I can say I get my share." "I bet," she smiled. "Why haven't you asked to see my breasts?" "Because I feel that would be rushing it. This great display of thigh has left me satisfied and unexpectedly treated." "You a man of your experience calling a clothed woman's display of her thighs a treat?" "Yes, absolutely, especially when they are such delectable thighs." "God that is really sweet talk." "Thanks. Pull your skirt down." "No." "Thanks." She giggled. They finished the bottle of wine and left the office, kissing goodnight in a friendly fashion before she unlocked the front door to let him out, saying her car was in the basement. "May I drop you out somewhere?" He said no thanks. Angie closed the door behind him and then opened it again and called, "Oh Ben?" He turned. "Would you care to take me out Saturday night." "Yeah great idea. Um I must warn you my policy is to have sex on the first date." "You'll be lucky," she laughed. The next day Ben received a hand-delivered letter from Stewart authorizing him to take home the newest of the company's maintenance pick-ups after work each day but to return it each morning by 8:30. He could also have it all weekend and was free to travel out beyond the city to a radius of thirty miles. Ben was pleased about that and went to Janet the manager of the letting department to find him suitable accommodation to lease, specifying a one-bedroom apartment in a prestigious block with great views. She said that would be Kingsway Towers. She would organize a viewing if any apartments were available. The only apartment available was a two-bedroom penthouse but without a view of the lake. Ben liked it and Janet negotiated a great deal for him because Greenfields Realty managed the building. * * * Settling in behind the wheel of her company Ford Taurus, Angie spread her legs and yawned. "That was a lovely dinner and the film I loved although you appeared half asleep." "Yeah well the life story of an 19th century musician with erection problems is not the most exciting theme for me." "No I guess not although the erection problem was only hinted at twice. I should have been more thoughtful." "It was okay. At least I had you beside me." "Oh did you like that?" "Yes." "What would you like to do now," Angie asked softly. "Lick your pussy." "Oh god," she gasped and then giggled, saying not there. "Come to my new abode." "Oh yes Janet said she got you into Kingsway with an unbelievable deal." "Yes and how did she manage that?" "Will you pretend you don't know this if I tell you?" "Yes. Tell me in confidence and then I won't need to lie." "This is strictly confidential. Dad told us at our executive meeting that I'm to manage admin from the end of this month and the current manager, who is the company accountant, will be my deputy, and you'll be made manager of property maintenance. So Janet told the Kingsway Group CEO that you are our property manager designate. He believes the PM on Kingsway will never be better with you as a tenant." "Jesus this great news. How do you feel about me becoming manager?" "Very comfortable, you'll do well. Now let's inspect your apartment and we'll find just how lucky you can get." She admired the apartment and said it was very suitable for him. "Although you don't have the best day view you have the best night view of the city and are away from the pool noise," she said pragmatically. "Right," said smooth Ben, coming up behind Angie and cupping her breasts. "Let's get at it and fill your cunt with thick jazz." "Ben!" she shrieked, breaking away from him. "Don't be so vile." Huh? "Um sorry. I rather got carried away." "Ben how dare you speak to me like that. Please take me home." "Er you drove us here." She sighed and said, "Oh god, I don't know what I'm saying." Ben seized the moment. "Yeah I know what you are saying, having just had my own mouth run amok." "Is that true?" "Yes," he lied, breaking his code to always tell the truth but knowing this breach was to try to prevent Angie walking out on him. "Coffee?" "Yes an excellent idea," she said, adjusting her bra loading. "Omigod, I did love feeling you pawing at my breasts." Ben touched his confused dick to signal it still might be needed. "Black or white?" "Well bruised I should think where you grabbed them." "No it meant the coffee." "Oh there I go again, scarcely knowing what I'm saying. Ben I'm in need of it desperately because it's been rather a long gap since the last man got at me. Proceed Ben but in a dignified manner." It was a disaster, rather like fucking a woman by numbers. Angie insisted he put on a condom and then pull on another one over that in case the one underneath failed. She admitted she was on the pill and protected but was fearful of contacting an STD. Ben hoped she wouldn't give him anything nasty. He was allowed to squeeze her breasts but not to tweak or rub the nipples and he was not to bite or lick them. Yes he could lick her pussy but he was not to insert his tongue or fingers. He was permitted to kiss her heavily but to keep his lips together and when they began to fuck she told him he was not to thrust heavily or to sink in to maximum penetration. It didn't surprise Ben when he came it was a weak ejaculation, no way threatening to blow out of ends of the two condoms. Of course due to the lack of passion or hard-edged stimulus to the walls of her vagina Angie called to get off but told him not to worry, she hated finishing up in a mess. She left kissing him sweetly and said he had the hallmarks of a wonderful lover.' As soon as he waved her off Ben hurried back to his apartment and put on a butt-fucking orgy DVD and jerked himself stupendously and knew he had avoided the risk of suffering blue balls. On Monday morning when he and Angie met she asked him into her office and closed the door. "Ben I was disgusted by you crude outburst in your apartment on Saturday night." Ben had anticipated this and had his reply ready. "I regret offending you Angie and suggest we have a cooling off period and not date for sometime." She appeared confused. "Um I was going to suggest you resign." "Can you fault our working relationship and my attitude towards being a productive producer for this company?" "Er no." "Then wouldn't a cooling off period be preferable to me resigning as that would only bring your parents into this? I must point out you could find your mom calling my behavior nothing untoward for guy of my age thinking of pussy ten times every hour during his waking day?" "Omigod how can you think of anything else?" "It's only two minutes every hour, or so I've been led to believe, and there are 60 minutes to every hour." She ignored that but made an important concession. "I have to admit you have thought more positively about this conflict I have with you. I have thought too emotionally about it." "That's understandable." She said shakily, "I accept what you say, a freeze on dating and we stay working together." "Excellent. Well I'm off with Thelma to assess Corban-Richard's five apartment blocks. The company is dissatisfied with the service it is receiving from Mercer and Co, its current PM providers and has invited us to quote. We would have to take on another maintenance guy if we win that contract." "I see no problem with that. If we win this contact off Mercer's it would be a real coup for us." Ben was determined never to date Angie again. She was unbelievable and he just wasn't the type of guy to fuck by numbers and he didn't know any guy likely to submit to the stupidity of that. Late that afternoon he decided to contact his best-ever fuck. It would probably be pointless but doing nothing never got a guy anywhere. A male, presumably the husband, answered the call. "May I speak to Mrs Phelps please?" "What do you want?" "I need to discuss the results of her smear tests with her." "Yuck. Just a moment." Ben heard the guy call, "Ronny it's you doctor who wants to discuss the result of your tests with you." "What tests?" "Your smear tests." "Oh for goodness sake, there must be a mix up." Ben heard Rhonda draw in breath as she picked up the phone. "Hi Dr Ross." "It's Ben. I need to see you just to chat. Talk about the tests in case your husband is listening." "Oh the results from those routine tests three months ago? Why has it taken so long for feedback?" Ben said, "Meet me for lunch tomorrow at 1:00 at the Mayfair Restaurant. I won't touch you so it won't matter if we are seen." "Yes right," she whispered. And then in a louder voice said, "A mild STD you say? It can only be from my husband. I don't have sex with anyone else. Oh so time heals. Thanks Doc." Ben grinned, sliding his new cell phone shut. He wondered if the husband would be trying to think who'd given him an STD." Rhonda entered the restaurant and looked around and finally spotted Ben in the far corner. "Hi," she smiled. "This is very nice and you look well dressed. Have you come into money?" "I'm now working as assistant property manager at Greenfields Real Estate." Rhonda's mouth fell into a big O. Further explanation was offered. "My degree is in property management." "Omigod so you are highly educated as well? I'm pleased to know you're back on your feet. You must have impressed Beth Fields and she decided to rescue you. Beth is my husband Bruce's aunt but they don't get on." "Yeah well how do you get on with your husband?" "Not all that well. You could say we co-exist." "Would I be a better alternative?" "You might be. Who knows?" That reply disappointed Ben. "I'm not of a mind to leave him, if that is what this is about." "It is. However I would settle to having a fling with you. Nookie once a week would appeal to me." She didn't reply or change expression but Ben could see she was thinking deeply. He hid his excitement. They ordered. "You're the best fuck I've ever had," he whispered. Rhonda squirmed in pleasure and flushed. "It takes a great partner to bring out the best in a woman." Their drinks arrived. They toasted as she said, "I'm obvious a wicked woman. I'm of a mind to have a fling with you. It's only fair to say I don't know if I will." Ben shifted in his seat uneasily. This wasn't going to plan. He'd anticipated she was ripe for an affair or hopefully even an outright change in living arrangements. His apartment was large enough for two people to live comfortably. "You have to be careful about what you decide," he said, meaning this was his first and final offer. But she took it the other way and flashed a warm smile and said he was so kind to say that. It eased the pressure on her. At that point Ben realized this was about her and not him because she had far more to lose. "Do you and your husband own the ranch outright?" Rhonda said no that it operated as a family cooperative with Bruce and his sister Joplin and their older brother Will and their parents all holding an equal holding in the operation. "Does that work?" "Financially yes but the squabbling becomes tiresome. You were correct that night at my sister's home when you guessed Bruce and I might have the occasional threesome with her but I suspect Bruce also has sex with his sister and Will's wife, his sister, although I have no idea if that's also a threesome. Those are only suspicions because I've only caught signs of intimate gestures. They have never been caught at it to my knowledge." "You also indicated to me that night you've had brief affairs?" "Yes several, all rather brief. Bruce didn't turn out to be the loving, affectionate man I thought I was marrying and neglects me somewhat. I did tell you I love having sex." Well she was experienced at having affairs then why wasn't she jumping at the chance of having one with him? Ben couldn't work that out. Had she gone cold on him? But that couldn't be correct because she'd come to lunch with him without protest, without even enquiring why did he wish to see her. This was so bewildering. He had to keep on chipping away to find what motivated her. "Um these occasional guys you have been with; were they all long-time friends?" "A couple of them were. I suppose you could say they were all regular guys, nothing to write home about." Ben knew he was none the wiser and then she delivered. "They were all married guys. Potentially less complications than involvement with single guys, if you understand." No Ben didn't understand but he was no about to admit that. The food arrived and the conversation moved away from adultery. She left first but before standing Rhonda said, "I will give careful thought to your proposal. You may not have guessed this but it has really set me thinking." Ben thought sourly, what to enter a convent? "I'd over-expected," he confessed. "I thought you would be in me bed as early as tonight." "Omigod," she sighed heavily, briefly touching her left breast. That really cheered Ben. He knew he'd just pushed a button. She left without touching him and that had been his suggestion. He yearned for her and thought no one in the dining room who watched her leave would have suspected the guy she'd lunched with had been into her pants, although not today. Gee life seemed so unfair and he was an idiot to expect more than he deserved. He remained and finished off the wine. Well in conversation about her background he'd learned she and her sister had been raised on a ranch forty miles from Sunset Creek City and her folk now lived in retirement at a resort village 300 miles away. More interesting were the facts she was thirty-two and wanted children and they had tried. She suspected Bruce was the problem but he refused to be tested. Ben had no problem hooking up with Rhonda who was five years his senior. Rhonda's great tits and personality and her zest for sex were the foundation of her attraction to him. Ben smiled and thought thinking like that he couldn't be accused of being shallow because huge numbers of people partnered for reasons far less substantial than what he and Rhonda had to offer each other. He avoided thinking exactly what did he have to offer. During the next two months Ben saw Rhonda in the city and that was to be expected because it was her nearest shopping center. She was always with at least one other woman and so he avoided speaking to her. He guessed that pool of women would be her mother, her husband's sister and his brother's wife and her own sister. They all looked attractive although Rhonda was the standout. Ben was going well at the office. He now headed the property management department and had received a jump in salary and had a Ford Focus as his company vehicle. Rhonda called him once a week or so but they'd just talked as friends, avoiding the subject of sexual liaison. There were several women in the realty offices only too happy to attend to Ben's sexual needs and he happily took advantage of them, in the main choosing married women because he'd heard there could be fewer complications. Whether or not that was true he had no idea but unfortunately the best looking and best-shaped chicks were the younger and unmarried females. A little over two months from that time he'd had lunch with Rhonda she asked would he like to take her away for a dirty weekend. "Sure baby," he said, excitement spewing into his belly. This was it, a weekend of fucking Rhonda. "Can you take Friday off?" "Yeah." "We'll go to the resort where mom and dad are and I'll have to spend some time with them. They may invite you to dinner because I've told mom I'll be with a guy I'm affectionate about." Affectionate? Ben's shoulders squared and he touched his dick. "Won't she be confused and think you mean your husband?" "No. Mom and dad dislike Bruce." "Will you spend a great deal of time with your parents?" "Oh you keen boy. No mostly in dribs and drabs while you're receiving your strength and fire-power." Ben chuckled and said he guessed she'd have to take her mom shopping a couple of times. "Yes clever boy. Do you play golf?" "Yes but I'll be rusty." "Perhaps dad will invite you out with him. Mom actually asked us to stay but I thought you're such a noisy lover we best get our own place, perhaps a cabin" "Who's the noisy lover?" Rhonda giggled and told him to stop exciting her. The agreed to go in her larger vehicle and she'd pay for the gas and Ben could pay for the cabin. Rhonda delighted him when she said it was a semi-wilderness resort, not at all ostentatious. "Mom and dad enjoy pleasure boating and boat fishing and walks through the woods on gentle terrain. There are also some great hiking trails in the mountains and commercial white water rafting and lake kayaking." The rest of that working week crawled for Ben. CHAPTER 4 It was raining on Friday morning and when Rhonda phoned Ben she was on her way. He told her to pick him up in the basement of Kingsway.