Jon Reskind - The neighborhood pet

"There's a call for you, Mr. Smith," the young short-skirted Shelly from the front desk came back and told him with a smile, her encased full tits thrusting the cotton of her blouse out at him like a pair of tent-poles. "I tried to ring your desk. Must be something wrong. I'll have it checked… You want to try and see if outgoing is working…?"

Steve took it, his hazel-eyes still fastened on her forward onthrust. "Mr. Smith, may I help you?"

"Hi, Steve, Don Keller. How's it go?" the friendly deep voice filled his ear and Steve nodded at Shelly that they had contact.

"First rate. With you?"

"Oh great… great, man. Look, wanted to confirm our luncheon. The Shadows Inn at one? That okay with you?"

"Yeah, I guess it is," Steve hesitated, trying to think, then deciding why the hell not? "The Inn, at one."

"I've called in reservations… you know how it is there at Zeneth?"

"Pretty wild. I had two reservations canceled out last week after arriving with damn good clients, too. I don't have to tell you that I didn't sell them."

Don Keller's deep voice warmly laughed. "Well, you can count that this reservation won't be canceled, Steve boy. They know better. Trouble with you is, you're in the wrong field, buddy! I could use a man like you in my office! No crap! With your selling ability, you'd make a hell of a real estate salesman…! Well, we can talk about that over lunch… among other things, eh?"

Steve couldn't deny that his neighboring friend's words fired his ego. He smiled to himself above the telephone's mouthpiece. Christ, there were certainly plenty of times he got fed up with this racket. But… "Yeah… we'll talk about it… amongst other things," he laughingly replied.

"Good deal. One o'clock, then, right?"

"I'll be there, Don. See you then…"

"Right on, man…"

Steve recradled the phone and sat back. His thoughts returned to Karen, punctuated by a few of the flirty Shelly, then some rousing ones that concerned Barbara Keller.

Shelly Daniels was a top-heavy little red-head with boyish hips and a cute face, somewhere in her late teens. She'd been advertising "here 'tis" to him ever since her first day in the office. Except for her dynamic tits, she did nothing for Steve, and even if she had, he would still pass it up. Christ, his Karen had it all, the face, the hair, and the most curvaceous body he'd ever set eyes on! Damn, he had only to see her naked and his crazy cock went wild! If only she could get with him, tie into it the way she had the very first time in the back seat of his car. Man, he'd never seen a girl cum like that… actually fainted dead away and nearly scaring the crap right out of him…! He could almost count the number of times she'd climaxed since… though she always started out with plenty of zip, but that was as far as it went, great beginnings and nothing endings…

He'd bet Barbara Keller really knew the way to a man's 'hard'! Now there was a girl, if he were going to play any naughty games, whom, he'd welcome for a partner. What a sexy doll… and the Goddamned revealing outfits she wore!

The other night at their dinner party, he remembered how she'd sat during cocktails right across from him straddling the arm of the davenport beside Don, her next-to-nothing mini-dress hiked way up to expose just about all of her full, rounded thighs! But the payoff had been that she'd been wearing only panty-hose beneath, no bikinis over them as Karen did, and the manner in which she'd sat there with her thighs spread around the arm of the davenport, he'd been able to see the entire outline of her pussy through the sheer nylon! Hell, she had to know he was looking and what he could see… her very crevice between those puffy little cunt-lips and the shadowing ringlets of black pubic curls!

Damn, he hadn't dared to stand up for an hour, his cock had gotten so frigging hard! Oh, she'd known, all right, because she'd caught him gaping several times, but still she'd never moved or changed her exposing position… nothing, only smiled, her dark eyes dancing and sparkling each time she'd caught him feasting!

Why had she done it? Hell, he knew the extent of his physical attraction, which never ceased to make him wonder in awe why Karen had ever fallen for him. Barbara's had been the old come-on if he'd ever seen it employed! Damn, it could only mean one thing when a girl… wife, or whatever, displayed her wares the way she had. Barbara Keller was letting him know that he could have some if he wanted it…! And more and more, he was beginning to wonder if he didn't!

What the hell, he was thinking like a cunt-struck hair-brain! Lay the possibility of losing Karen on the line for a sexy piece of ass? No, he was not apt to, nor of making an enemy of Don Keller, either… but he'd bet his left testicle that she would be one wild and sexy fuck, all right! She had all the qualifications, like Karen, with one more needed ingredient… hot desire, and that was as obvious as the Goddamned hardness of his cock from just thinking about her! Well, he better start getting rid of that before he attempted to walk past Shelly and the other girls, or he might just have to have his lunch sent in…!

Around mid-morning, Karen changed into casual slacks and blouse, leashed Satyr and drove their second car, a six-year old station wagon, to the shopping center. The striking animal sat upright on the seat beside her, flashing his affectionate eyes in her direction each time she spoke to him in her special way. Though she had ample reason to concentrate on prospective shopping, the long-haired, shapely girl could not rid her still-excited mind of the sensual delights her handsome passenger had brought her the night before. Throughout the morning, it had been the same, her infused thoughts constantly returning to their obscenely bizarre love-making, mental pictures of it all vividly flashing again and again in her head.

Actually, Karen realized as she carefully drove, it had been either a matter of forcing herself out of the house, or taking her darling to bed again! She had worked herself up to that sensual degree by the simple exercising of her memory bank alone! Not that she didn't intend to again very, very soon, probably that afternoon in fact, for she had to experience it all over… except that this time it would not be hazed by liquor! She wanted to be certain it was as magnificent as she now visualized… but there were still other things to be done, too.

Besides, grocery shopping, she intended to buy a lengthy measure of good rope at the hardware to keep her philandering animal-lover at home. Just the thought of her neighboring wives taking advantage of his unique training jealously enraged her. And until that very moment, it hadn't occurred to the young new wife what those very depraved women must imagine took place between her and the amorous Satyr…!

It struck Karen with more than a minor jolt what nature of opinions they had to arrive at! None of them were aware, excepting Barbara, that Satyr was only a temporary ward, that he actually belonged to her Aunt Janie! Good God! It was no wonder they seldom spoke to her and only to him as they petted his grand head! They were probably as jealous and hate-filled of her as she had suddenly found herself of them!

The blonde, blue-eyed beauty sensed an emptiness, a vacuum that only guilt could cause, abruptly come into being at the base of her soft belly. For a long moment, her intelligent young brain swam. Fear, too, clutched at her. Supposing Steve should somehow find out through one of those wives… especially if she tied Satyr up and they couldn't… couldn't use him anymore? God…! But she had to keep him home away from them! He belonged to her… and she wasn't about to share him…!

"Oh, Satyr, you… you naughty Don Juan!" Karen sharply snapped over at him, bringing his rounded, surprised brown-eyes to focus on her. She knew he sensed the anger in her tone. "Why have you had to be so damned promiscuous… and you were, I know you were! God… I could just cry…!"