William Faust arrived at his office a changed man. No one would really notice it yet, but he had been changed on the most basic of levels. He was now in the thrall of Tatiana St. Claire.
After his night with her, he returned home and assumed his life. He was a little brusque with his wife, but not belligerent. He kept his distance from her, almost afraid that she'd notice the changes in him.
She didn't question his whereabouts for the night. It was not uncommon for William and his partner, Jack Gamble, to spend nights together working or just in idle conversation. There was nothing suspicious there.
He passed Tara on his way into the building. The young woman barely acknowledged him as she smoked her cigarette before starting work. William just ignored her and walked into the building with a small package under his arm; a package that Tatiana had given him the previous night. He saw Jack Gamble talking with Sylvia and Mack in the lobby.
Jack Gamble was about five years older than William. He was a well-dressed, suave man who still maintained movie star looks well into his fifties. His blond hair was styled and feathered back. He wore expensive suits and drove a very expensive car. Jack had come from money, and he was as cultured a man as William had ever known.
Far from a snob, Jack Gamble was genuinely interested in his friends and employees. He was a bit distant to Tara. That was to be expected, as he felt uncomfortable around so young a woman. But he was almost fatherly to both Sylvia and Mack. Jack was a well-liked and respected man, admired by all he knew. He and his wife, Betty, were always involved with charity work and always looking to contribute to the community. Everyone in town knew that Jack Gamble was a soft touch if they needed money and he seldom asked for debts to be repaid.
"Hey, guys," William said, nodding to his coworkers. "How's the day looking?"
"Not good," Jack said, waving to his partner. "Jacoby and Sons are threatening to drop us."
William frowned as he approached the others. "They didn't like that estimate you gave them on the new building."
"No," Jack agreed. "They didn't. They want to go with someone else or see if they can use someone besides one of our recommended contractors. It's a beautiful design Mack came up with, and I'd hate to see them cut corners to the point that the whole structure collapses within 10 years."
"So what are you going to do?" William asked, wishing he could go to his office. He was not interested in work, right now.
"Mack and I are going to go over to Jacoby's office and see if we can't pound some sense into Walt Jacoby's little skull. Sylvia's coming along to help out with the financial aspects of it. Will you and Tara be ok until we get back?"
William laughed, trying to sound like his old self. "We'll muddle through. Good luck, guys."
"Thanks," Sylvia said, sighing. She obviously wasn't looking forward to this trip. She paused and looked at William closely. "William, did you forget to shave this morning?"
"No, no," William said, trying to move toward his office door. "Just decided to grow some facial hair." He walked quickly to his room and closed the door.
Jack shrugged and looked at his two employees. "Ok, gang. Let's go bust some heads. Who's driving?"
William had everything ready in his office. Inside the package was a desk humidor, filled with a variety of cigars. Tatiana had explained that each brand and type of cigar did different things and affected people in different ways. It was up to William to decide how best to proceed.
Tatiana had not explained her plans to William Faust, but he was a willing participant to anything she wanted to do. He just knew that he was hopelessly in lust with her. Love was not an issue for either of them, and William still loved his wife, although Tatiana seemed to make that love unimportant when they were together. He wanted to please her, more than anything, or risk losing access to her body. That was very important to him, for some reason.
He just knew what her instructions were and now that he was alone with one of the female employees, he was ready to proceed. He called Tara's extention.
"Yes, Mr. Faust?" came the twenty-year-old woman's quivering voice. Her voice always quivered; like she was a frightened little girl.
"Step into my office for a minute please, Tara, and bring your purse."
"Yes sir."
Tara walked into the office. She was a very attractive blonde and her weight looked more like baby fat than obesity. She had very small feautures; hands, feet, and face. She was wearing a knit dress with long sleeves and a high collar. It hugged her voluptuous form like a second skin and she complimented it with a matching pair of sling-back heels. It was not Tara's personal choice for clothing. She wore baggy, unflattering outfits and generally looked like a modern-day hippy away from the office. Sylvia had helped her pick out some work clothes after Jack had complained about the younger woman's "unprofessional appearance". Sylvia also presented the clothing bill to Jack Gamble, who didn't bat an eye when he paid it.
"Have a seat, Tara," William said, indicating a chair in front of his desk. The young woman sat down, trembling slightly. She was always afraid that she had screwed something up and was going to get fired. She was the most insecure person William had ever known.
"Relax, Tara," he said, smiling. "You can smoke if you want."
Tara was a little stunned, but accepted any opportunity to smoke a cigarette. "Thank you, Mr. Faust." She reached into her purse and pulled out one of her long cigarettes.
As she lit it, William began, "This is just a social visit, Tara. I've been concerned about your personal problems and just wanted to offer my support."
The cigarette shook visibly in the young girl's hand. "Oh god. I'm sorry, Mr. Faust! I try not to let my personal problems interfere with my work. If I did anything wrong, I apologize."
"Relax," William said, toying with a pen. He really wanted a cigar and the mesmerizing effect it would have on Tara, but he was curious to see how far he could go with her without one. She was a very insecure person, just ripe for the plucking. Billy, the new William Faust, was eager for her, too. His cock was swelling, telling him that he wanted this young girl very badly.
"But I... "
"Relax," he repeated. "You haven't done a thing wrong. I just worry about you. You're like a daughter to me, you know."
"Really?" Tara's eyes grew wide as saucers. She had a great deal of respect for William Faust. Tara had never known her real father, and the four men her mother had married since she was a toddler treated her like a doormat if they even acknowledged her at all. Truth be told, Tara was starving for the attention of an older man, and she swallowed whole any that was thrown her way.
"Of course," William said, standing up. He began pacing his office. "You're such a sweet person. Why, I'd adopt you myself if you weren't already an adult."
Tara blushed. She was loving every minute of this. Here was a man she admired greatly and he was saying things that she had always wished a man had said to her, when she was a kid.
"In fact," William went on, "I'd like for you to think of me as your father."
"Oh, that's very kind of you, Mr. Faust."
He winked. "You can even call me Daddy if you'd like."
"Well, I don't think I could do that," she said, puffing nervously on her cigarette.
"Oh, come on," William insisted. "Just try it. Call me Daddy."
Tara laughed a nervous giggle. "Ok... Daddy."
William, in his pacing, was now standing next to the seated Tara Manning. He stooped down and looked her in the eye. The smirk he gave her was far from fatherly. "There you go. That wasn't so bad, was it?"
Tara had to admit that it wasn't. She kind of liked it. She never felt that she had ever had a daddy in her life, and readily accepted William Faust in that role.
He wasn't the first man to ask her to call him "daddy". She almost exclusively dated older men, and most of them liked the pet name. She was always trying to curry their favor, in search of the father figure she'd never had.
They stayed in those positions for awhile until William gently leaned forward and kissed the young woman. She responded, and soon their tongues were entwined in a passionate kiss. He pulled her close and she wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Oh," she moaned. "Mr. Faust!"
"Daddy," he insisted.
"Daddy," she replied.
His hands began massaging her large breasts, then slid down her full body to fondle the swell of her buttocks. Her mouth and lips were small and felt odd against his own. It wasn't an unpleasant feeling, and Billy thrilled to the little tongue that slithered into his mouth.
He ran a hand up her dress and began massaging her cunt through her already soaked panties. Tara sighed into his mouth and began moaning her pleasure. Faust pulled his hand from her mound long enough to grab her hand and guide it to his hard cock. She instinctively rubbed it through his pants as he went back to tickling her vagina. Tara lost the rhythm as she succumbed to the pleasure that he was bringing her.
"Oooohhh," she moaned, as he slipped aside her panties and inserted a digit into the young woman's steaming trench. "Ooooh, yes, Daddy!"
Billy smirk, pleased with how easily he had seduced the younger woman. She was hot and eager and mindlessly humping his hand like a wanton slut. She didn't care that he was older. She didn't care that he was married. She only cared that he could bring her pleasure. She ground her wet vagina on his finger and sighed as he inserted two more fingers into her.
"Mmmmmmm," she sighed. "Ooooo, fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me."
Billy's pants were down and around his ankles in a matter of seconds. Tara Manning's panties came off just as fast. Soon he had the young girl bent over his desk while he pounded her from behind. She screamed and bucked and groaned until they both exploded, gasping in pleasure. Finally, they both sank to the floor.
"I need a cigarette," Tara gasped, reaching for her purse.
"Here," Billy said, pulling a Quai D'Orsay Panatela from the cigar box. "Try one of these." He waved it under her nose.
"I don't think so," Tara began. "I don't smoke cig... Mmmmmmm." She caught a whiff of something that smelled incredible.
"I'm sorry?" Billy asked, smirking. "What did you say, Tara?"
Tara blinked. "Oh! I said that I don't... Mmmmmmmm. Wow!"
She sniffed it again. This time, her head followed the movement to keep the delicious aroma within range. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply. Tara's pussy began to get wet again, and she didn't know why. "Wow, Daddy. That smells awesone!"
"Are you sure you wouldn't like one?" he asked, putting the end of the cigar into the suddenly willing young woman's mouth.
Tara grinned and her hand holding the cigar shook slightly. She felt like a junkie about to get a fix. "S-sure. I-I'd like that."
Billy pulled out an expensive lighter and fired up the cigar for the young woman. Tara puffed on it, a dizziness suddenly sweeping over her.
"Breathe deeper," Billy urged. "Take in as much of the smoke as you can."
With Billy Faust's urging, Tara smoked and smoked the thin, small cigar. After a few puffs, her jaw began to hang slack. Her eyes grew dull and listless. Finally, her hand dropped uselessly into her lap. She left the cigar dangling in her mouth and stared ahead, seemingly oblvious to her surroundings.
"Can you hear me, Tara?" Faust asked.
"Sure," she replied in a monotone, staring at nothing in particular.
"I want you to listen closely."
"Yes," she breathed. "Closely."
He grinned evilly. "There's something you must do."
"Must do," she slurred.
Sylvia Court watched suspiciously as William opened the door to his office. Tatiana St. Claire walked out of the room in her expensive silk dress, but her hair and makeup were mussed. William followed her, his hair equally disheaveled. They had been in the office for over an hour, and it was pretty obivous that they had been involved in at least foreplay. Sylvia was the only one in the office this morning, and she had heard plenty.
As they passed by, William winked at the accountant and openly leered. She turned her head, pretending not to notice as Faust walked Tatiana out the front door of the office suite. She peeked out the window in time to see them locked in a passionate embrace before Tatiana climbed into her expensive car and drove off, William watching her leave like a lovesick puppy.
Sylvia had been married twice. In both instances, her husband had been cheating on her; involved with someone else. She had always considered herself to be William's friend as well as his employee and seeing him do the same to Marta made her feel angry and confused. They had always seemed such a happy couple. It gave Sylvia hope that there would be a happy future for herself. Now that hope was gone. She was considering calling Marta and letting her know what was happening.
William walked back into the building and crooked his finger at her. "Sylvia, step into my office, please."
She hesitated. William had been openly trying to flirt with Sylvia all week. She had refused to respond and was afraid that once he had her alone, he might do something more forward. Still, he was her boss, so she screwed up her courage and followed him into the spacious room that served as his office.
She was immediately struck by the smell of cigar smoke that now permeated his space. She had seen him smoking a cigar on several occasions over the past few days and was puzzled by his sudden change from vehement anti-smoker to cigar connoisseur. She sat in the chair he indicated and he sat down behind his desk.
"Sylvia," he said bluntly, "I want to talk to you about your appearance and behaviour here in the office."
"I beg your pardon?" she asked, totally shocked. "My behavior? My appearance?"
He eyed her haughtily as he reached into a large humidor on his desk and pulled out a long, thick cigar. "Yes, you. I noticed the way you looked at Ms. St. Claire as she left today. What was that all about?"
"Mr. Faust," she began icily, "you do not want to go there. Trust me."
"Oh, but I do," he began as he lit the Romeo Y Julieta 1875 Reserve with his now-familiar lighter. "Ms. St. Claire is an important client. I don't appreciate you treating her with anything but the utmost respect."
"William, she's not a client. I do the books, remember? That two-bit whore is nothing more than a golddigger. Everyone in the office here knows it. They're all laughing at you behind your back."
William smiled an oily smile as he blew smoke into the air. "Are they?"
She could smell the cigar now. Sylvia had never smoked and, like William, had always hated it. At least, like William until recently. "Yes, they are."
William chuckled as he continued to smoke the cigar. "We're not really here to talk about Tatiana, Sylvia. I called you in here to talk about your own behaviour, remember?"
"What?" Sylvia had been distracted by the cigar smoke. There was something about it. Something... delicious... about the way it smelled. Not like most cigars. Sweet, almost mellow. She inhaled again.
"The way you've been dressing," William continued, a twinkle in his eye. "The way you act. Totally outrageous."
"Outrageous," Sylvia repeated without really knowing why. She felt hot and flushed and she was having a hard time sorting the words he was saying to her. Best just to go with the flow, she figured, and let him talk.
"You must be one crazy hot slut," William continued, now openly smirking, "to act the way you do." He stood up and began pacing the office.
"Crazy hot slut," Sylvia agreed without really knowing why. Her head swayed from side to side, slightly. Her pussy was moist between her legs as she listened to William's words. She had a strong urge to spread her thighs and finger her slit. She felt brazen. Crazy and hot. She giggled as the cigar smoke became thicker, making her head spin.
"And the way you chase after married men, Sylvia... I don't mind telling you, it's scandalous."
"Scandalous," she agreed, then seemed to snap back to herself. "Wait. Married men? I don't date married men, William. You know that."
"Do I?" he pressed, blowing more smoke at her. "Why you and Jack Gamble fuck like rabbits."
"Fuck like rabbits," she echoed as she slid back into the chair. A strange smile came to her lips as she recalled being fucked by Mr. Gamble on his desk. At least she was sure that had happened. More cigar smoke came her way and she was positive. Yes! That was it. They fucked like rabbits. Sylvia spread her legs and moaned as her hand began rubbing her cunt through her pants of its own volition.
"One crazy hot slut," William pressed, blowing a steady stream of smoke at her closed eyes.
"One crazy hot slut," she echoed, drinking in the words. "Outrageous." Somewhere along the way, she had unzipped her pants and started fingering herself. Her slit was dripping wet and her fingers found their way in with ease.
"And the way you dress," William continued, oogling her act of masterbation. "Well, you're hardly in a position to accuse anyone else of being a golddigger. Why, I wouldn't be surprised if you were a golddigger yourself."
"Goddigger myself," Sylvia sighed, slipping a third digit into her boiling cunt. "One crazy hot slut."
William moved closer, massaging his growing hard on through his pants. "Everyone in the office knows that's why you're fucking my partner Jack. Yes sir, you're a real money-hungry golddigger."
"Money-hunger golddigger," Sylvia panted, picturing the times that she suddenly recalled Jack paying her for sex. The money made her wet. Money always made her wet.
She felt someone else's fingers in her slit. She opened her eyes and found William Faust, his pants around his ankles, moving fingers in and out of her willing pussy while he continued to blow smoke into her face. She grinned evilly.
"I'd like a little ride in that hot pussy of yours myself, Sylvia," William growled pulling his fingers out and pushing her own aside. "There's a hundred in it for you."
Sylvia almost came at the mention of the money, but she managed to hold herself in check. After all, she may be a golddigger, but she also enjoyed sex. She was one crazy hot slut, after all.
Billy hooked Sylvia's legs over his shoulders and began fucking her in earnest.
"The one you really want is Jack Gamble," he grunted as he screwed her like a bitch in heat. "Jack's loaded. Lots of money."
"Lots of money!" Sylvia screamed as Billy's hard cock thrust into her like a piston. She came again and again. "Lots of money. Lots of money. Lots of money. Oh my god!!!!"
When Sylvia walked out of William's office, she looked even more disheaveled than Tatiana St. Claire had been an hour earlier. She ignored the shocked look on Mack's face as she excused herself to go to lunch. She told him that she had to go home and change clothes.
William watched her leave, then picked up the phone and hit the number one speed dial.
"Hello," came the silky voice after the third ring.
"It's begun," Billy assured his lover as he stubbed out his cigar butt.
"Thank you, Big Daddy," came the smooth sexy voice in reply. "You may cum."
Despite the orgasm with Sylvia and the two previous that day with Tatiana, Billy's cock squirted a load into his dark pants as he groaned in pleasure. The line went dead.