Chapter 4
Agnes Walker's huge, round tits wobbled and danced as she bounced up and down on the pool boy's ten inch dick. The eighteen year old kid was sprawled out, flat on his back, on her living room floor and only half conscious. She had already fucked him into exhaustion. He was just marginally aware that the stacked, raven-haired beauty was sliding up and down his pole again.
For her part, Agnes didn't give a rat's ass one way or the other if the kid was aware of her or not. All she cared about was that, after a good deal of effort, she had managed to get his dick hard one last time so that she could ride it to one last orgasm. When she had achieved that she could get on with her day.
"He may only be a kid, but he's got a man-sized cock," she thought as she continued her pole dance, "not like my husband's little, six inch weenie."
She reached up to squeeze her round, full tits and pinched her nipples as she stepped up the pace on her on fucking. She knew she was getting close. The half-conscious kid she was riding shifted his hips underneath her and inadvertently made his dick hit just the right spot inside her dripping pussy. That set her off.
"Yes! Yes!" she screamed as the orgasm hit her.
She bounced, shuddered, shook, and moaned with the pleasure of it. Her twat gushed juice down onto the kid's ball. She squeezed her hooters so hard she was afraid that she might leave marks. Her hips lurched and her tits quivered.
At long last, as the orgasm subsided, she slumped down on top of the pool boy. His dick slid out of her snatch with a loud slurping sound.
"God, I needed that," she whispered.
That's when the phone rang.
"Shit!" Agnes exclaimed angrily. "This had better be fucking important!"
She got up off of the, at that point, completely unconscious pool boy and stomped across the room to the little coffee table where the phone was. By the time she got there her face had gone from post orgasmic bliss to a snarl. Her anger was at full boil. Then she saw the caller I.D. It was Olivia's cell phone.
Her mood turned on a dime from anger to a combination of hope and apprehension.
She picked up the phone and didn't even say "Hello". She just said, "What happened?"
"Well," Olivia said slowly, "I met with Harry Brinkton."
"And?" said Agnes.
"It didn't go the usual way," said Olivia.
"I'd figured that. How did it go?" Agnes asked, furrowing her brow.
Olivia described the meeting with Harry in almost every detail. She was careful to omit her own apprehension and how horny the whole thing had made her. The nipples of her bowling ball sized knockers were still hard as little pebbles and her pussy was still just short of gushing.
"Damn!" said Agnes. "Did he even look at your body?"
"Just once," Olivia replied, "at the end of the meeting"
She described to Agnes how Harry had so slowly and deliberately broken eye contact to stare, openly and arrogantly, at her tits. What she didn't tell her friend was that when Harry stopped boldly ogling her boobs and restored eye contact they both knew what it meant. Even though those massive gazongas were attached to her body, Harry Brinkton owned them. The very thought made Olivia shudder with a combination of fear and lust.
"You were right," Olivia told her friend, "He's not like other men."
"So, now what are you going to do?" Agnes asked with rising frustration.
"It's not over yet, Aggie," said Olivia reassuringly, "Harry told his secretary to set up another meeting for next Tuesday."
There was a long silence as Agnes processed that bit of information.
"Agnes," said Olivia, "are you still there?"
"Yes," said Agnes distractedly, "I'm still here. Something's not right about this."
"What do you mean? What's not right?"
"I'm not sure. It's just that this isn't Harry's usual way of dealing with women."
"I still don't understand," said Olivia.
"Well," Agnes said trying to gather her thoughts, "it kind of depends on whether we're talking about his business life or his personal life."
"Most men can't separate the two. You're right. He is different," said Olivia.
"That's the thing," said Agnes, "He can do that."
"How?" Olivia asked.
"Well," Agnes answered, "I don't exactly know what goes on in his head to make that happen, but I can see the results. As much as I hate the bastard, I have to admit that he's been very good at promoting and hiring women for positions of authority in that company."
"Okay," said Olivia dismissively, "so he's good about affirmative action. So what?"
"No it's more than that," said Agnes, "He's got an eye for talent and he doesn't care if it's coming from a man or a woman. If somebody has ability Harry will put that ability to work."
Agnes went on to explain that Artpico's middle and upper management team was pretty evenly balance between men and women in those positions.
"It might be tipped a little, tiny bit toward the men, but not enough that anyone could complain about it." Agnes concluded, "I never liked the son of a bitch and I never will. But, one of the few things that I respect about him is the fact that he is the most fair-minded man that I've ever met."
"So, he doesn't mix business with pleasure," said Olivia.
"I wouldn't go that far," Agnes said with a chuckle, "There is probably not a female employee in that company that Harry hasn't banged bowlegged at least once. He just doesn't let it interfere with his business judgment."
"That's one hell of a big contradiction!" Olivia exclaimed.
"That's the thing about Harry," said Agnes, "He's a mass of contradictions. His personal life is completely different from that."
"Different how?" said Olivia.
Agnes answered quickly, "He either rejects you outright and never deals with you again or he fucks you senseless. I only know of one exception to that rule."
"Who's the exception?" asked Olivia.
"It doesn't matter," said Agnes then swiftly changed the subject, "So, are you free for lunch?"
"I'm sorry. I'll have to beg off, Aggie. I just got done with that meeting with Harry and you know how I am with mornings." said Olivia.
"You think they should be illegal," Agnes said with a laugh.
"Damn right!" said Olivia.
They both laughed.
Then Agnes asked, "Late night last night?"
"You don't know the half of it," Olivia answered with a giggle. She then proceeded to give her a blow by blow, as it were, description of her rut with the young man she had taken home from the bar the night before.
Even after that rather detailed description Agnes still didn't know the half of it. Olivia had carefully left out the part about how watching Harry face fuck that girl in the parking lot had gotten her so worked up in the first place.
Agnes laughed and said, "Don't feel too bad about it. I did the same thing to the pool boy just before you called."
"Ooooh," said Olivia with a chuckle, "You wicked, little slut."
"Said the choir girl who grabbed some random kid out of a bar and fucked him into oblivion," Agnes replied in mock offense, "And who are you calling 'little' anyway? We are nearly the same bra size after all"
