Several days had passed since Roger and Jackson had relentlessly fucked Julie on the couch in her own home. The soreness that Julie had felt in her neatly trimmed pussy that was a result of Roger’s massive penis was now gone, but she was not able to shake the feeling that her life was spinning entirely out of control. As she had found before, the physical part of her sexual trials were easier to get over than the mental part. The beautiful woman chastised herself over and over, not for submitting to the sexual encounter - she had convinced herself that she had no other choice – but for being overcome with a hot, searing sexual desire during the encounter. That was horrible enough for the young lawyer, but to actually meet the men’s thrusts as they fucked her was something she could not accept about herself. She really couldn’t be that deprived, could she, she wondered?
Her grief was further magnified because Jackson had not only witnessed her absolute sexual abandon with Roger – she had seen him masturbating while Roger fucked her relentlessly - but he had experienced her tanned, supple body, again, after Roger. And, if that wasn’t enough, she had shamefully been worked hard by Gene Jackson and climaxed with him, too!
The tanned blonde blanched at the thought of her sexual wantonness. The mental image that she had of her muscular, tanned thighs being wrapped around Jackson’s legs as he took her only seconds after Roger was too much for her. The thought of his pasty white beer-belly lying on her firm stomach between her naked thighs was nauseating to her. The recollection of the feeling of his long, stiff penis penetrating her wet vagina was also too much to bear. And the humiliation of him shooting his hot seed into her tight pussy while grunting loudly was equally shattering. The young lawyer recalled that it seemed to take forever for the man to empty the contents of his large testicles into the wet slit of Julie’s vagina. She cringed at the thought of her lying there on the couch, legs spread, knees bent and bare feet on the couch, with this disgusting man between them, but her tight ass pumping up against him, draining his cock's thick fluid from his bouncing testicles.
She tried to reconcile her behavior by blaming her response on the alcohol, but she knew better. It seemed to her that she was changing ever so slightly. It concerned her that she now thought more about sexual intercourse than she ever had before. She cringed knowing that she sometimes shamefully thought back to the fucking that Roger had given her and realized that her thoughts caused her vagina had moistened to the point of her silk panties getting wet. She found herself wondering whether it was the sheer size of Roger’s erect penis that gave her so much pleasure or whether it was simply the craven, animalistic nature of the act of them coupling. And there were times where she would awaken from a dream of her being fucked by one of the strangers at the madam’s Manhattan apartment where she would be so sexually excited that she would be unable to go back to sleep. That was not like her at all.
Julie did know that she could not continue behaving the way that she was being led to behave. She had to stop it immediately. The only question was whether she could stop. After very serious deliberations, she finally came to the conclusion that she had to confront Hall about her concerns. She did this with great trepidation because she knew that he was not a man to be trifled with and because she knew that he had the one physical piece of evidence that could ruin her life. Still she felt a need to talk to him. Her heart fluttered nervously as she dialed his phone number.
***** The high heels clicked loudly on the marble floors leading to the CEO’s office. The tall brunette did not know why she had been summoned to the office, but she knew that the business was one of her husband’s law firm’s largest accounts. She knew of some of the problems that he complained of about his work. He had told her that his position was tenuous at best at the firm. Since he was the sole bread winner in the family and they had two children about to start college, this was the source of some high stress for him. Consequently, some of the difficulties that they were experiencing in their marriage she attributed to his work.
Still, she had no idea why she was asked to meet at this office nor why the meeting was one with such an air of confidentiality. But, she knew that she would find out soon enough. She checked with the executive secretary and was told to have a seat. She walked over to a stiff backed leather chair and sat down at its edge, crossing her long shapely legs demurely. She smoothed her short skirt and fluffed the dark brown hair that cascaded around her pretty face and lay on her shoulders.
After several minutes, the secretary spoke.
“Mrs. Jackson, Mr. Hall will see you now.”
Pamela Jackson rose and entered the large, paneled office through the open door. As she passed the threshold, the thick wooden door shut behind her. She walked toward the tall, middle-aged man who was standing behind the desk. His office was extremely luxurious. Behind him, through the large windows, was the city skyline.
He smiled at her and seemed to take her measure as she approached. He admired what he saw. She was a statuesque brunette, tall and shapely, quite the catch for any top law student, he thought. Hall knew that Gene and Pamela Jackson had been married since he was in law school, but he had never met the wife before. He was very pleased with what his eyes beheld.
Pamela Jackson exuded a ripely sensuous sexuality that was heightened by her maturity. She was probably in her mid-thirties, he thought, and kept herself in very, very good shape. “Hours at the gym” was the phrase that went through Hall’s mind as he watched her walk in. What a shame, he thought, to be relegated to fucking a fat, disgusting bastard like Gene Jackson.
Pamela wore a high collared white blouse that was stiffly starched. Its long sleeves made it that much more businesslike. It was tucked into the dark brown skirt in an effort to appear perfectly professional and covered by a jacket that matched the skirt. However, the blouse was tight enough that it revealed her full jutting breasts that were set closely together beneath the cloth. The outfit was very conservative but also underscored the fact that the woman had a very narrow waist that flared to shapely hips and loins that had borne children years ago for the man to whom she was married. The skirt was the only part of the outfit that was less than perfectly conservative. The skirt itself was fairly tight and the hem was several inches above her knees. When she sat she revealed a broad expanse of thigh.
“Mrs. Jackson,” Hall said with a nod of his head.
“Hello, Mr. Hall,” Pamela replied. “Please call me Pamela.”
“Pamela," Hall repeated. "Let’s get right to the point. I received a call from you husband’s firm. They’ve about had it with him.”
Pamela Jackson felt her stomach begin to churn. This couldn’t be happening, she thought. Not now. What would happen to all of them?
“I know that he’s told me that the firm is having problems,” Pamela interjected.
“No, Pamela, the firm isn’t having problems. Gene Jackson’s tenure as a lawyer there is coming to an abrupt end. That is the problem. They called me to see if I would object to them firing him.”
“Oh, my, no!” was all that escaped the soft lips of the striking brunette.
“So, you see what sort of position that puts me in,” Hall said with a scowl. “Frankly, if it affected only him, I’d say they should have fired him months ago. He’s become a dead weight there.”
Pamela’s dark brown eyes widened and she looked at Hall, fearful of saying or doing anything. Why would he be talking to her that way?
