Unknown - Sally_s Secret Lover

«Yes, sir,» she said quietly, but there was a quick flare of interest in her downcast eyes that her employer did not see.

«Where's Miz Blodgett?» he questioned.

«Oh, she left for town a half-hour ago … thought you knew.»

«No, I didn't,» there was an instant relaxation of his big body, a subtle yet distinct alteration in the master-servant relationship between the two. «Come here, Eula,» he said in a softer tone and the woman obediently moved toward him to receive his embrace. He kissed her full on the lips, forcing his tongue inside the warm wet cavern of her mouth and sliding it back and forth in a lewd semblance of oral copulation while his fingers rapidly undid the buttons of her uniform and went familiarly to her straining breasts that were too large for even his big hands to encompass. Below his belt he felt his cock jerk and swell to instant hardness as he began to breathe in short, heavy rasps.

«Come on, girl,» he muttered, «let's go in the bedroom … I got some business with you 'fore she gets back.» Smiling loosely down at her, he took Eula's hand and guided it to his stomach, forcing her to grasp his throbbing penis. Her dark eyes widened, though she knew well from experience the inhuman dimensions of his instrument, and an involuntary little shiver rippled over her body. Such was Blodgett's dominance over her that she could look forward eagerly to the things he would do to her on the big king-size bed while never letting up for one second in her steady hatred of the system which allowed her to become a mere chattel and plaything of her corrupt employer so that he enjoyed her body equally as often as her own husband. Eula liked to think that every time Blodgett fucked her, she drained him of a little bit more of his life fluid, his lewd sperm that he filled her belly with … although he certainly seemed to have an endless supply of it … but never mind, one of these days her time was coming! She still had a simple faith that justice would be done.

They entered the exquisitely decorated master bedroom and Eula automatically finished stripping, laying her clothes out neatly over a chair. He sat on the edge of the bed waiting for her, eyes sliding lasciviously over her dark perfection that was always so excitingly forbidden to him that he had to have it again and again. «I want you to suck me off, Eula,» he instructed her exactly as one might tell the maid how to go about polishing the silver, «yes, sir, that's what I crave today.»

Eula dropped to her knees in front of him and settled back on her haunches as she reached out to take the blood-filled, lust-thickened penis and guide it toward her lips that were already forming a soft oval to receive the hard bulbous head. As her pink tongue flicked out, the woman found that a totally irrelevant thought was running around in her head. I wonder, she puzzled, what this business is with Miz Denham?

John Blodgett was annoyed and snappish on Monday morning. He was first angry with his wife, Lauralee. They had gone to an intimate dinner party on Saturday evening and she had proceeded to get drunk, which in itself was no surprise except that this time she had exceeded her own limits … continued to drink all day Sunday and was right now at home, sick as a dog, with Eula in constant attendance. It was messy and he didn't like it, particularly at this period when they were starting a new life, as it were, in Florida. A drunken wife was not a social asset and Blodgett was a man who relied heavily on social contacts to set up his various deals and schemes. He had perceived that the Florida resort community would be filled with wealthy retirees and vacationers … just the sort of people whom a little old country boy could help to separate from some of their money.

Secondly, he was angry because Sally Denham had telephoned again, in fact had called several times … and he was going to have to take some positive action on that situation, collect his bet from Lee and dump the Denhams, both husband and wife. He knew by now that they were types who would only cause him trouble of they remained in Quiggville.

The bet was only going to bring him ten dollars, but he never liked to lose a wager and besides, the satisfaction of showing Lee Quigg that the snotty piano teacher had ended up like any whore – flat on her back with her legs spread – that was worth a hell of a lot more than ten bucks. In fact, musing on Sally's downfall which he had single- handedly brought about did quite a bit to improve his irate disposition as he drove to town. He was smiling as he entered the bank and strode into his brother-in-law's paneled office.

Lee Quigg leaned back in his swivel armchair and surveyed Blodgett's faintly dissipated countenance. «Say, John – Mrs. Denham's been trying to get in touch with you. She's called here twice this morning already.»

«Hell,» Blodgett growled with a knowing grin, «don't you think I know she's trying to get in touch with me? Reckon she wants some more of that good cock I gave her the other day,» he winked obscenely at the younger, weaker man.

«That's not what she said,» Lee observed mildly.

«OK – what'd the bitch want?» Blodgett walked to the well-appointed bar and poured himself a generous slug of raw Jack Daniels whiskey.

«She wants to know about the loan. Just what did you promise that girl, anyway, John?»

«Christ, what does it matter?» the big man tilted his head back and let the fiery liquid run down his throat to warm his vitals. «Promise 'em anything give 'em cock. Lay your ten dollars down, Lee, I aim to collect that bet today,» he winked again. «She leave her number?»

Lee pushed a slip of paper toward him and he picked up the phone and dialed. «Sally? This is John speaking. Yes, I'm over here at the bank right now and Lee, Mr. Quigg, would like to have a little talk with you. No, we don't need Ray at this point – you just slip over here and come right back to Mr. Quigg's office. We'll be expecting you. No, there are some, uh, points that we want to go over first. All right?» Securing her acceptance, he replaced the receiver and then drew a ten- dollar bill from his wallet and laid it on the gleaming mahogany surface of the desk.

«Hmmmmm, I think your original words were, 'five'll get you ten'?» Lee Quigg pointed out, hesitating as he pulled his own wallet from his back pocket.

«Why be cheap about it?» John Blodgett shrugged, «isn't it worth ten bucks to get into something like Sally Denham? How long has it been since you screwed anybody 'sides Liz?»

Quigg grimaced at the mention of his puritanical wife and laid his own crisp green bill on top of the other. By God, it made his pecker jump just thinking about Sally's cute little ass swaying the way it had on the dance floor at the country club the other night. She couldn't get here quick enough to suit him …

Nevertheless, it was to be several minutes before Sally was ready to leave her place. She'd been doing the laundry and of course was not properly dressed as the wife of a young businessman, calling on the president of the bank. It had required time to change clothing and to freshen herself up a bit. She checked her watch nervously … ten o' clock. It was not likely that Ray would come up before noon and she could say she'd been shopping, if he missed her. God, if only this wasn't such a small town!

There were long lines at the teller's windows in the bank and no one seemed to notice Sally as she made her way to the rear of the main room until one of the secretaries pointed the way to her. «Just go right on through, Mrs. Denham, Mr. Quigg's expecting you.»

«Thank you.» Sally entered a thickly carpeted hallway. She was quite surprised at the plush atmosphere of Mr. Quigg's office … it was furnished almost as a library or living room. In place of the customary filing cabinets and steel furniture there were gracious colonial pieces, big chairs and period lamps. Recorded music played softly in the background.