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Dayton was well over six feet tall. His head barely cleared the door frame. Like a lot of tall men, he ducked a little from instinct. His dark hair was almost pure silver at the temples and streaked with a metallic sheen throughout. His eyes were deep blue and intense, but not at all cold looking. Angela thought she saw a glimmer of interest in them as he straightened again to full height.

"Hi, I'm Glen Dayton." He smiled and extended a hand big enough to have crushed a one-pound coffee can.

"An-Angela Whitmire," she replied.

"My daughter recommends you highly," he said, sitting down casually on the edge of the bed. "But I make all the important decisions around here, so I wanted to talk to you myself."

"Of course." Angela felt so embarrassed. Her voice creaked like a rusty hinge. Dayton was the most distinguished and impressively handsome man she'd ever seen.

He looked her up and down with the cool eye of a real-estate appraiser.

"I find you quite attractive," he said simply.

"Thank you, sir."

"My name is Glen."

"All right, thank you, Glen."

He grinned. "Suppose I told you that I want to conduct the rest of this interview in bed?"

"I would have to say, no thank you," she replied, her voice still quaking. "I've been through that before. Not a job I wanted as much as this one, but…"

"Joanne told me. Apparently you two had quite a talk in the cab." Angela was pacing the floor nervously. Dayton patted the edge of the bed beside him. "Please sit down, you're starting to make me nervous."

She settled beside him, but not too close, and she sat wringing her hands. Glen put his arms in a intimate gesture.

"I know you've been through a lot," he said, "and I understand most of it. I've wanted to fuck that sexy little witch daughter of mine since she sprouted tits. If I didn't spend so much time working, I'm sure I would have long before this."

Angela gave him a faint little smile. "Working can't provide the kind of relief you need."

"Well," he said, blushing a little, "it does help to have a beautiful secretary in most of the major cities."

"And some marvelously talented whore in places where Dayton Industries doesn't have offices yet," he went on. "I have fucked at least one beautiful woman in every industrialized nation on the face of this earth. And several in developing nations…"

"I'm not impressed."

"Good, neither am I. All that fucking and no real affection. I haven't had that since my wife died."

"She was faithful to you?"

"Oh, hell no! She probably fucked more than I do – presidents, prime ministers, movie actors. Shit, she had them all… but we always had each other to come back to, and that's what I miss so much."

He hugged her warmly, thinking back to better times.

Angela felt something shoot through her veins like a blazing lightning bolt. "Glen, a plan who is loving and kind might be able to seduce."

"Really?" He acted innocent but knew damn well.

Smiling, he kissed the side of her neck and nibbled down to her collar bone.

Angela gasped.

He swept her hair aside and kissed her ear, burrowing into it with his tongue tip. Angela shivered, her body feeling hot and chilling cold at the same time.

Glen cupped a hand over one creamy soft tit made firm by the sleek black nylon of her tight-fitting maid's dress. His other hand began opening the buttons down the back. For a man with such large hands, he was amazingly deft.

The top of her uniform opened, her bra strap came unclasped and Angela sighed expectantly.

Glen tossed the bra aside and pulled the top of her dress down to her waist. For a moment he just gazed longingly at her luscious tits, his tongue circling his lips.

"What a gorgeous ripe body you have!"

She took that as high praise from a man who had fucked so many beautiful women.

He pressed on her shoulders and eased Angela down on her back, lying across the bed with her feet still touching the floor.

"Lift up," he urged. "I want to take your dress off."

Angela arched and he slid the rustling black nylon down around her ankles. She kicked free of it and lay sighing, her anxious heart pulsing blood to her nipples and pussyhole at a frenzied rate.

Glen fondled her tits again, caressing them with his large hands. He could embrace the whole of each creamy tit cone, and squeezing gently made her dark nipples bulge between his thumb and forefinger.

He kissed one tit then the other, stroking them with his tongue. Tremors of joy spread downward from her nipples and fanned out. Angela moaned breathlessly as the tingling heat began to spread.

Glen sucked her nipples until they gorged with blood and felt like burning embers. He sucked, able to pull more creamy soft tit into his large mouth than any man had before.

Angela loved it. He knew her past and it didn't matter. He treated her with affection, not like a servant or a slave. With her large nipple pressed hard against the back of his mouth, she gasped.

Waves of heated motion rolled up from the depths of her cunt. Enough time had passed since Max had ravaged her with his huge cock so that her pussy was sleek and anxious again.

Glen caught the rising scent of her desire. It was rich and pungent. He breathed deep and nibbled down her heaving belly.

He'd left her sleek black panties on because he liked to start on a pussy snugly sheathed in shimmering veil. His mouth opened wide to engulf her whole pussy mound.

Angela's voice shrilled excitedly.

His tongue teased the puffed lips of her cunt, gliding smoothly on slinky black nylon. Glen pressed between her pussy lips and strained her panties with his probing tongue.

Simmering dampness flowed to wet her crotch. He sucked hard, stirring with his tongue. She gasped, arching her back as her cunt writhed in delight.

He pulled her panties down and tongued her delicious cunt with nothing between them now.

The bruises Max had left by fucking her brutally hard with his monster cock had faded and her pussy was ripe again for stimulation.

Glen did it expertly, sucking on her wet cunt lips while his tongue stroked between them. He found her meaty clit in a simmering flow of cunt gravy and narrowed the pull of his lips to focus on it.

Angela gasped. Glen's thumbs whirled her nipples and his tongue spiraled around her clit with exactly the same rhythm. Triple shocks of delighted anticipation shook her lush body.

She breathed in quick and shallow gasps. Her softly curved figure tensed, muscles trembling, pores seeping a sheen of warm sweat. Angela had never felt such heat before. The room felt like a sauna.

"I'm going to have to let up for a moment and take my clothes off," he said. "Use your hands to keep your pussy and tits hot for me."

"Mmmm," Angela purred. She knew her body well, but she had never stimulated herself in front of a man before.

Glen obviously enjoyed watching her. His blue eyes focused on the finger whirling her clit while he undressed. That would show him the rhythm and kind of stroking she liked best. No man knows a woman's body better than she knows it herself.

Naked, he rejoined her and they turned on the bed.

Angela's eyes had been shut during the intense pleasure of self-stimulation, and now that Glen was lying naked beside her, she didn't want to open them. Everything so far seemed perfect, but she thought his cock might be a disappointment.

She decided to feel instead. Her nerves were all tingling and sharply aware of sensation. His body was practically hairless, the rippled muscles of his chest smooth and firm beneath her touch.

Fingers curled and teased around his nipples, and she felt them swell hard. Glen sighed ecstatically.

"Few women seem to know how exciting that is for a man," he remarked.