The Arrangement Ch. 3

"You're absolutely right! I was having an afternoon delight. The time got away from me. I'm sorry. It won't happen again."

"The hell it won't!" she bellowed at me. "Get up and follow me right now!" she ordered, as she headed toward another door to the side of the bed's headboard.

We walked through the door into another suite next door and she closed and locked the connecting door behind her. "You are not going to make it to any of the evening sessions, either," she smiled at me. "We are going to have our own 'evening delight' right here. Unless, that is, you want your lovely wife to find out about this afternoon's adventure. Is that what you want?"

"Oh, my God, no, Robin. Let's not even talk about that. What the hell do you want me to do?" I almost pleaded.

"Oh, we'll think of something," she grinned at me.

And she sat the Champagne bottle and glass down and pushed me to the edge of the bed. She forced me to sit down on the side of the bed and moved back a few steps and stood there looking at me.

"Now, it's real simple: I undress; you watch; you tell me how beautiful I am; we fuck like little minks and your secret is safe. How's that for blackmail?"

"Christ, Robin; I can't have sex with my boss," I protested.

"The hell you can't!" she roared, and proceeded to unzip the back of the back of the long, straight skirt she was wearing. She pushed it down to the floor and stepped away from it. She was wearing pantyhose in a suntan shade and I automatically looked directly at her crotch. She was not wearing panties at all, and I could see nothing there at the apex of her thighs…nothing. Had she shaved? Was I going to see my boss's shaved pussy right here? She pulled the hem of the sweater she was wearing over her head and I realized that she was not wearing a bra, either. Of course, as I had alluded to before, she didn't really need a bra. On here chest were breasts that appeared to be two fried eggs with bright auburn circles in the center instead of yellow yolks.

Without exaggeration, she basically had no tits! I mentioned before that I would have guessed at an A cup, but now it appeared as though even that guess may have been generous. Actually, describing her breasts would have been easier if I had said that there really were no breasts, just aureoles and nipples. The aureoles, bright auburn in color, were large, nearly three inches across, I'd estimate; and the nipples swelled up out of them in puffy cones. Puffy? It seems that somewhere I'd heard that word used on the Internet to describe pictures of young girls who were just beginning to develop breasts. I think they called them 'puffies' but I never really visited any of those picture galleries, so I'm not sure. But that is exactly what I would have called Robin's breasts – puffies.

"I know, I know," she said, covering them with her hands; "They're nothing. No-tits Watters, they called me. And they still do, I guess! But you don't need tits to fuck, do you, Ed?" I could tell she was compensating. I could also tell that she really didn't know what the hell she was doing. This was all an act! She was as unsure of herself as I was unsure of why I was here or what I was going to do.

Without any other preamble, she hooked her fingers into the waistband of her nude-to-waist pantyhose and rolled them down, down those incredibly long legs. She was bending over to roll them down her thighs and calves and then to take them off her feet, one leg at a time, so I could not get a good view of my real target of affection.

When she stood up and flipped the pantyhose onto the bed beside me, I looked. Not shaved! Blonde! Wispy, corn silk, blonde curls in such a small patch that they were almost invisible. The pretty little triangle began far below her navel and slid into the hidden valley between her thighs. The curls were almost translucent and were shiny like silk thread would be in certain light. I was immediately intrigued and felt myself becoming aroused. My cock thickened and I squirmed on the bed to make myself a bit more comfortable. She saw something on my face and said, "What? What's the matter?"

"The matter? Not a thing, woman! You are gorgeous! That is the absolute most beautiful pussy I have ever seen in my entire life. Have you ever looked at her? Do you know how beautiful she is? Do you know how soft and tender and pretty she looks? A man would have to be out of his fucking mind not to fall in love with her at first glance. And if I get to touch her, I know it will be like silk and velvet all in one touch. And if I get to taste her, I know I will be satisfied that I have tasted a bit of the best heaven has to offer. You are a god-damned Amazon standing here in front of me! I'm just getting uncomfortable because I want to touch, to feel, to taste, to fuck that beautiful pussy so much, and also because I don't know what you want out of me."

"I don't want anything out of you; I want something in me. I'm not fooling around here. I want you to fuck me. I've had the idea for a while now, but this afternoon sealed the decision. There is something you don't know about me. Of course, there's lots of things you don't know about me, but one important thing. I'm a virgin."

"Robin, I almost want to believe you; but how does somebody who looks like you get to be your age without ever having sex?"

"Oh, I've had plenty of sex, Ed; sex with women; sex with girls; sex with one or two other guys, but I've never been fucked. I know Clinton said oral sex was not really sex, and since that's all I've ever had with a guy – blowjobs or hand jobs – I am still a virgin. OK, OK, I have done the dildo thing and the vibrator thing, so I am not fully a virgin; but in technical terms, since I've never actually been fucked by a man, I'm still a virgin. Do you buy that?" She stood in front of me, hands on hips and legs spread apart so that I could see that tiny cloud of golden fluff that decorated her puffed-up lips.

"Of course, I buy that. And in case you don't know it, one of every man's honest fantasies is to 'deflower' a virgin at least once in his life. While I am not in to doing little girls or teenagers, I do think that you will fill the bill in ending that fantasy for me. That is, if you are honestly thinking of fucking this old man."

In answer to that, she dropped to her knees and removed my shoes, socks and belt. She unbuttoned my pants, unzipped my fly and grabbed the cuffs to pull them from me, forcing me to lie down on my back on the bed. I was still wearing my Jockeys and a blue oxford shirt, tie and suit coat. That did not faze her in the least. She leaned forward, slipped her fingers into the leg bands of my shorts and pulled them down and off my feet. I was thickening rapidly, but the shock of what she had just done stopped the immediate growth and she looked down at my cock, lying there against my thigh. Not long – perhaps just a shade under 7" – but thick; thicker than average; thicker than many I've seen in porn videos. And the head? Almost plum-sized, violent purple in color and swelling rapidly.

"Jesus Christ, Ed," she breathed, "I had no idea. I figured a nice, average guy with a nice, average cock for my first one. But this is fatter than any of the vibrators or dildos I've ever used. I'm going to have to work if I really want this to fuck me." And she lifted it with one soft hand and held it up to look it over. She traced the large, ropy vein on the top of the shaft, from pubic hair to crown, and allowed her fingertip to run over the head and down underneath to that tiny spot where it is sooooo sensitive. She knew exactly what she was doing. I couldn't help but wonder who the guys were that she had given blowjobs or had jerked off. When had that been? How old had she been?

"Jack Monroe and Steve Whitman. I blew Jack and I jerked Steve off into my hand," she offered. Had I been thinking out loud? Had I actually asked? "You didn't ask who, so I thought I'd tell you. I was 16 and they were seniors. Both on the same night. In the back of Jack's old Mustang. Not a lot of fun, but enough to get the "gay" tag lifted from behind my name, too. Never did it after that; never really wanted to. Spent a lot of time with girls in high school and then in college, after. Liked that a lot. And it was a lot safer than getting knocked up by accident by some fraternity jock who didn't give a shit about who I was or what I wanted out of life. If you have sex with a girl, you are in love while you are doing it. If you have sex with a guy, you are just getting fucked. Now, come on, let's get going!" and she bent to suck the head of my cock into her mouth where I immediately stiffened under her tongue's attention.

Her eyes popped wide open as the head swelled inside her mouth and she was alarmed when it didn't stop swelling until it had almost completely filled the cavity. I held onto her face and moved her head back and forth a little bit to wet the shaft and to show her there was still room in her mouth for her tongue to move. She took the hint and began a beautiful tongue massage of my fat, purple cock head. I sighed deeply and laid back on the bed and she raised up a bit so my cock was pointing straight up and her mouth was moving up and down on the shaft, wetting it and making me very, very hard.

Upon reaching my full length, I told her I was ready if she was. She slid my cock out of her mouth, wet and shiny, and began to climb up on the bed to straddle me. I gave her a hard shove and she went sailing over on her side and landed beside me on the bed with a look on her face that was a mixture between shock, surprise and anger. "What the hell did you do that for?" she hollered at me.

"You never said you were going to fuck me," I responded. "You said I was going to fuck you. And If I'm on my back and you are sliding up and down my cock, you are fucking me, not the other way around."

I stood up, threw off the remainder of my clothes and moved to the side of the bed. I grabbed her two ankles and pulled her ass to the very edge of the mattress. I lifted her legs straight up in the air in front of me and trapped my cock between her thighs, sliding it along the cleft between her lips. Not good. She was not at all moist.

I spread her legs by pushing her ankles apart and looked down. There was my cock shaft, stretching straight across that golden patch and toward her navel. I bent a bit and let the underside of the shaft make contact with the slit of her pussy and moved back and forth a half-dozen times. Each time, I pressed down a bit harder until I felt her pussy skin pulling and tugging with each stroke. I backed off and placed the head directly against the center of her pussy. Now that I had a good look at it, I was amazed. Really, truly amazed! It was tiny. I mean, it was the smallest pussy I've ever seen in my entire life. The entire length of her slit, from top to bottom, could not have been more than 3 ½ or 4 inches. God, how much contradiction was in this woman? No tits on a 6-foot-plus frame? And a pussy that looked like it belonged to a twelve-year-old! And the pussy itself was tufted with the sweetest covering of silky blonde curls that if I did not have a picture of the body that went along with it, I would have thought this girl was actually one of my junior high students, and not a grown woman.

With my cock head lodged at the tender opening of her little pussy, I took one hand away from her ankle and leaned that leg against my chest. I used that hand to hold onto my shaft and move the head in circles, small at first, then increasing in size until I was stretching the skin that surrounded the entrance to her grotto. As I moved, her hips responded. I stopped. "Don't even think of moving until I tell you it's ok," I said. She stopped and looked up at me between her legs. She nodded agreement, but I could see she was anxious to move her ass with me. I could see her pulse in the vein of her neck as it increased in speed and intensity.

I felt the moisture before I could see it. Not much, but enough to allow the head of my cock to move more freely. And she smelled delicious. God, after what I had encountered earlier this afternoon, this was the Ambrosia of the Gods. I couldn't help myself, and said to her, "Hold very still; I am going to enjoy myself for a minute; don't even think about lowering your legs."

I dropped to my knees and sunk my face into her golden curls and licked at her cunt so hard that I pulled the hair into my mouth with my tongue. I licked and sucked and wet her with my own saliva until I realized it was no longer necessary. She was producing a new quantity of oil that lubricated everything in sight, including my face and beard. I spent another ten minutes licking and sucking at her outer lips, then the rubbery red inner set, and then found her tiny (very, very tiny) clit, hidden in the deep folds of her sheath.

Teasing and tickling and sucking at her clit caused two things to happen. First, she began to move without being given permission. I decided to disregard this because the motion had also caused a new and different type of lubrication to appear. Thick, slick and very wet, this new nectar tasted deeply musky and signaled her readiness for the next step.

I kissed my way up along her stomach and to her ribs and directly to the puffy swellings of her breasts. I opened my mouth and took her left breast – almost the entire thing – into my mouth and sucked on the nipple and flicked at it with my tongue. You would have thought I'd hit her with an electric cattle prod. She jumped, causing her entire body to clear the surface of the bed. When she slammed back down, my mouth was still clamped to her left nipple and I proceeded to suck so hard I could almost feel the pain myself. I took the other nipple between thumb and forefinger and pulled and twisted it until it, too swelled away from her chest and became a real breast.

I sensed a difference in her breathing and realized she was crying. "What's the matter?" I mumbled, with my mouth half-filled with nipple and aureole. "Am I hurting you?"

"No, no," she sobbed, "nobody ever paid any attention to them before. None of the guys, of course; but neither did the girls or the women I've been with. They ignored them. I play with them sometimes and I know I get really excited from it; but no one ever did that before. Ed, I already came once. If you don't stop, I'm going to cum again." And she turned her face seemingly to hide in embarrassment.

Stop? Me? Never? I thought to myself. And I renewed my attack on her nipples, first one, then the other. Her body thrashed and pitched and jumped around on the bed so that I had to insert one knee between her thighs to hold her in place. Needless to say, that knee was immediately treated to a wet bath and a furry rubdown by her pussy. And she did cum again. At least twice more, while I sucked and bit on her nipples and aureoles.

She was sobbing and her chest was heaving when I moved my lips back to her rib cage and then down to her now-sloppy cunt lips. I flicked my tongue out and speared her opening with it. I inserted it as far as I could and licked at everything I could find. She simply went nuts.

"Yes, dear woman," I mumbled into golden pussy hair, "A main is eating your pussy; not a woman; a man who loves the smell and the taste and the feel of a woman's cunt in his mouth. Get used to it, Robin. I'm not stopping yet." And I face fucked her incredibly hot pussy for another fifteen minutes and at least two more orgasms of spasming stomach muscles and clenching thighs.

When I finally stood up, she was fully red from her thighs up to her face and breathing like she'd just played a hard game of basketball. I leaned over her and kissed her – for the first time, I realized – and allowed her to taste herself on my beard and lips and tongue. She did not recoil at all. She opened her mouth and sucked my face clean and dry and licked up all stray drops of herself with her tongue.

"Like that?" I asked, and she nodded her assent, licking her lips.

"Then I guess we are ready for the piece de resistance, dear girl."

And I backed off to lift her legs straight up again and hold them apart at the ankles. I told her to take my cock in one hand and put it right where she wanted it. She slowly stroked the shaft with her fingertips and moved the head up and down her slit a few times until she shivered and then placed it against her hole. She didn't let go immediately, but did as I had done earlier – slowly made circles with the huge head, stretching the lips around her velvety entrance. "It's big, Ed; it's fat; please take it slow; I want to enjoy it, not be really hurt by it; is that ok?" she whispered up at me.

I responded by telling her to remove her hand. She did, and began to play with her nipples by herself. I looked her directly in the eyes until she allowed her eyelids to droop down over them, shutting out either who I really was or what was about to happen.

And I pushed forward with just a tiny bit of strength. Her mouth flew open but no sound came out as my head pressed against the extremely tight opening. I quietly thanked myself for the extra preparation I had put into this pussy, because if I had tried this ten or fifteen minutes ago, she would probably have quit at this very spot.

I could feel her lips stretching. I told her to relax and let things take their natural course. And I applied just a tiny bit more pressure. Her mouth was still open in a perfect 'O' but I heard nothing except the rushing of her breath in and out of her nose.

And within the next 30 or 40 seconds, the head magically popped inside the fleshy gates of her pussy lips. I was inside my boss! I was now actually fucking Robin Watters. I smiled down at her and she tried to smile back, but the pressure was building. I reminded her not to tighten her leg muscles and immediately felt them relax in my hands. I moved a fraction of an inch forward and heard a gasp deteriorate into a groan.

Cutting to the bottom line here, it took me almost twenty additional minutes of slowly advancing and retreating and moving my hips and playing with her clit until my dark pubic hair was commingled with her blonde curls and I was sunk to the limits our bodies would allow. Now, I leaned on her and pushed hard against her pubic bone with mine and looked into her eyes. "Is this what you had in mind, boss?"