It was late, way after two and Caro was wide awake. Today was a work day and she needed sleep but it was being elusive. Her mind was racing way too fast, her thoughts were riding a giant merry-go-round. It had been two days since Frank had fucked her senseless on his sofa. Caro had never known sex could be that way; pounding, driving, all consuming. Once she had adjusted to his size, she had been taken to heights she never thought possible. When he said he was multi-orgasmic, he hadn't lied. He had spent the morning pleasuring them both. Caro had lost count of the times she had came, they were all lumped in a jumble of pure lust. Frank had never slowed down, his stamina was astounding. Caro laughed softly, by lunchtime she was well and truly fucked.
She shifted in bed restlessly; the last two days had been an anticlimax; to say the least. A new account had kept Frank and his partners busy. Once more Caro felt herself relegated to the woodwork, her fifteen minutes of fame were over. She had tried being fair, he was busy with the new account but it wasn't that simple for her. What she had experienced was life-changing, a true eye-opener into the real Caroline. She could never compartmentalize her life the way Frank had. His inattention after their lovemaking hurt; she felt bruised; not in her body but her soul. She felt the tears well up and tried to will them away, after all she had went into this affair expecting nothing. She had came out with the key to her sexuality, she should be thankful for that. She finally fell asleep; totally exhausted; as the tears dried on her cheeks.
***
Frank put the phone in its cradle and sat back with a satisfied look on his face. The new account was theirs and he could start delegating some of the work to his partners. Frank had always done the advance work, using his charm and gift of gab. He loved the challenge of acquiring a new account, Rob and Jack would take the reins now. With Frank as the front man and the two of them handling the actual account, it was a combination that served them well and the reason why their company was growing steadily. He would have loved a cigarette but he had quit a few years back. Sitting back with a sigh; he sipped his coffee; it would have to do. The cigarettes had controlled him and Franklin Bennett let nothing control him.
The word control brought his thoughts back to Caro and the bet. He smiled as he thought of the morning spent on the sofa. Caro had proved to be more than a match for him, taking everything he gave her and begging for more. Oh yes, the money was his for sure. Had there ever been any real doubt? Then why was there that niggling feeling of unease in the back of his consciousness? He needed to push it aside and move forward with his plan. The last two days had been hectic and he had focused solely on his work. Work always came first and then his pleasure, but he kept seeing the hurt in Caro's eyes. He knew she was fighting a battle with herself, and it was working in his favor. With the account in their pockets, he could devote his attention once more to Caro and the bet.
***
The day had started shitty, one of her nephews had dumped a glass of juice on Caro's slacks. Stifling a retort, she had gone upstairs to change. As she rummaged in her closet for a new pair of slacks, she stopped and took out the sheath dress. A light coral color, it was short with a zipper in the back. Should she wear it? Would it be easy access for Frank? The way things were now, would Frank even notice? She waffled, her standard office wear had always been a blouse and slacks. Finally, she threw caution to the wind and dug out the package with the new thigh highs she had bought. Pulling them on slowly she thrilled to their silky touch on her legs and thighs. Standing, she checked herself out in the mirror. For the first time she saw her body as beautiful, and it gave her that boost of confidence she needed. Her breasts were outlined and defined in the bra and the thong molded to her pussy, with just a hint of the crack showing. The stockings and heels accentuated her long legs. Pulling the sheath over her head, she fluffed her hair over her shoulders and ran to her car.
Of course she was late and her brother-in-law had left without her; but after cranking the starter of her car a few times; the engine fired. The trip to work was uneventful, morning rush hour had passed. Her office was empty but she could hear the soft rumblings of Frank's voice. As it was one-sided, she knew he was on the phone and busied herself with her work. Being late wasn't an issue; she was always on time; so once wasn't going to hurt. Pouring herself a cup of coffee, she sat at her desk but her mind kept drifting to the man in the office. She must try to focus but it was so hard, her body was on fire even thinking of him. Even his low voice coming through the door seemed to reverberate between her legs and she found herself getting wet. She gave a cursory look at the work on her desk and with a sigh, she shelved such thoughts and began her work day.
The sound of the office door opening made her look up and Frank signaled for her to come in. Her knees were shaking as she approached him, the look on his face gave nothing away. As the door closed he pushed her up against it and almost immediately his lips were on hers. His kiss was fierce, his mouth grinding on hers. Shock gave way to pleasure for Caro and she surrendered, her arms moving around his neck. As he pulled her close, his hands ran up her legs and he groaned. She was thrilled by his response and moved her hand to squeeze the bulge between his legs. He unzipped her dress and as she lifted her arms, he drew it over her head.
Looking between them he muttered, "Damn baby, but you are beautiful."
Caro tried to reply but one hand cupping her breast and the other running up her leg, stopped her in her tracks.
His mouth was against her temple and he whispered to her, "You thought I forgot you these past few days didn't you? First things first baby. First we work ... then we play."
Once more she tried to speak but his fingers had moved to her thong and were pulling it aside. She cried out as his finger slipped between her folds and slowly circled.
"You're so wet," he murmured, as a second finger joined the first. "You've been thinking of me and my cock, haven't you? You want my cock here, don't you?"
Caro had no time to answer as his fingers slid into her entrance, going deep until he had palmed her pussy. As he pulled out and pushed them in once again, Caro's orgasm hit her. He was right, she had dreamed of this. She had fantasized about Frank; his cock, his tongue. Her face was buried against his shoulder and she came in a series of mini convulsions. There was no let up, Frank's fingers never stopped as he fucked her slowly to another orgasm.
"You need this," he said, his voice husky as his mouth captured her nipple and her back arched.
Her head was back; resting on the door as his fingers sped up and pumped in and out of her pussy. His mouth was on her tit, his hand moved quickly between her legs and Caro screamed his name as her third orgasm washed over her. Her whole body stiffened, she was on tiptoes as she rode it out. Collapsing against Frank, her body was overcome with pleasure and she felt weak. She heard his soft voice; but nothing registered; only the feelings running through her body. Gradually she came down and opened her eyes to see Frank watching her. The look in his eyes was puzzling; almost enigmatic; but the next moment it was gone. Caro had no time to think about it then, she filed it in the recesses of her mind to be analyzed at a later date.
He reached behind her and locked the door, and Caro's heart soared. She wanted to show him the pleasure he had shown her. Pulling his shirt from his pants, she began to unbutton it. With each button she placed her lips on the skin it exposed, until she was at his waist. Her hands trembled as she unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly, taking great care as she ran the zipper over the hard bulge. Bending low, she helped him remove his shoes, socks, and pants. Before she could go further, Frank pulled her to her feet and led her to his desk. Sitting in his chair, he threaded his cock through the opening in his boxers and waited.
Caro had limited experience going down on a man, her husband wasn't particularly oral. She only knew she wanted to do this right, to give him a blowjob that literally rocked his world. She thought back to the porno movies she had watched last weekend and said a small prayer of thanks. Kneeling between his legs; she looked up at Frank and smiled; even as her head lowered.
