When in Rome... Pt. 03

Ro stepped over in front of his office door, and knocked. I stood to the side. His voice from inside asked who it was.

"Carolyn Willson, Sir. May I come in?" she asked innocently.

"Carolyn? Why, of course. Do come in," he answered. You could hear the lechery in his voice.

Ro opened the door and stepped in. Mills' face lit up lustfully, only to darken when I followed her in. He didn't say anything. We both sat down quietly and waited.

We waited. We waited some more. Mills wasn't talking. It seemed like he was hoping that if he didn't say anything, we'd go away. Not a chance in hell.

"What's wrong, Harrison? Suddenly out of insults and sexual innuendos?" I asked, unable to bear the silence any longer. I nodded to Ro, who pushed the button on the recorder. A few snippets of his voice rang out in the quiet room, and I watched his face redden with anger, only to blanch white when he heard himself calling his wife a 'clueless, stupid bitch, who believed his lies'.

"Those are illegal recordings, taken out of context," he grumbled. "They'll never hold up in a court of law. You have no real proof at all of any sexual harassment, let alone assault." As he rambled on, he seemed to gain confidence, as though buying his own desperate bullshit. "You're finished here....both of you. Clean out your desks, and get out." He picked up his phone and punched a button, but no one was there, which was the whole idea of waiting until this late in the afternoon.

"Mr. Mills, " Carolyn began, "This is just a small sample of our evidence against you. Given your history of complaints that have been filed against you, I am quite sure the company will agree that there is a basis for action here. Of course, that's assuming we decide to go that route." She leaned forward a bit, and glared at him.

"I understand that you have a past indiscretion with Mr. Hathaway's wife, and I have you admitting to that on here as well. So, you arrogant, misogynistic pig....What makes you think this is going to court? I think your wife should have the privilege of standing in judgement over you."

The silence returned.

"Cat got your tongue, again?" I asked. Still no comment. "That's fine. I like you better when you keep your mouth shut, so you just sit there and listen." He looked at me out of the corner of his eye contemptuously, but I remained calm, sitting comfortably back in the chair, with my legs crossed. Ro was right ; watching him squirm was more fun than watching him die would have been.

"First....if you ever speak to Miss Willson in a disrespectful or sexually harassing way again....these recordings are going to Head Office, and your wife, " I said calmly.

"Second....if you every touch her again....you can guess where the recordings go. If I ever hear that you've treated another woman in such a manner...ever....your wife will know what a piece of shit you really are. Any attempt to recover the evidence....and threats against either Miss Willson or myself ....any behaviour that could be construed as less than total contrition....it all goes public, and trust me, there are several copies of the recordings, just waiting to be mailed out."

"Is that it?" he sneered. "I do all this, and then you don't tell my wife?"

"Harrison....I'm quite sure any divorce lawyer with half a brain could use what we can give him and take everything you've got. No pre-nup, and admissions of adultery....you're toast, to say nothing of possible criminal charges as a sexual predator. If I were you, I'd ask if there was anything else you could do for us, to keep us happy."

"Actually," Carolyn spoke up, "there is one more thing you can do. It's not fair that I am the only one to be protected from you. You destroyed Mr. Hathaway's marriage ; I think you owe him something more than just your promise not to do it again."

"Uh huh," he answered, staring blankly out the window. "What would that be?"

"Your resignation," she replied evenly.

Mills eyes snapped back to Carolyn's face.

"Dream on!" he laughed. "I'll fight you."

"You might want to think that over. If we were to talk, you could end up divorced, broke, with no pension, and a cell mate with a fanny fetish," she smiled. "It's your choice, of course. Maybe you'll like getting it up the ass." He stewed silently for a minute.

"This is for you," Carolyn said, pushing the recorder across the desk to him. "Retire, recommend Mr. Hathaway to replace you, keep your pension, and keep your past a secret. Or test my resolve, and lose everything....because, I'm not bluffing, and I'd love to see you twisting in the wind. Mr. Hathaway will get the promotion on his own merits soon enough, of that I'm sure. So do yourself a favour, because I'd personally like you to fight us, so everyone will know what you really are."

"Take your time with the decision. Tomorrow morning will be fine," she laughed as she stood, and we left together, leaving the door open. As we turned out into the hallway, the digital recorder crashed into the wall beside us, shattering into a million pieces.

"Gee," Ro giggled, "he seems upset! I wonder why?"

***

"I want to thank everyone for coming here today," Mills said with a smile. "I know I'm a relatively new addition to this office, and as such haven't been able to get to know all of you as well as I would like, but you've made me feel very welcome in the time I've been here. I'm afraid that I won't be able to continue as President of this location, as I will be stepping down shortly for personal and health reasons. However, I'm sure you will be in very good hands under the direction of your new President, a man whom I have personally chosen to take the reigns, and with whom I've been working for the last month to make this transition go smoothly. You already know him, so without further ado.... David Hathaway!

It was quite the exit speech. Magnanimous, self-effacing, and for those of us who knew better, sickeningly insincere. I was at the back of the room, standing with Carolyn, and exchanging looks of veiled disgust at a few of his comments. When he announced me, I walked through the crowd, joining him at the front. I looked at him, trying to disguise my contempt, and he stepped aside.

What followed was a pretty stereotypical speech to the troops. You know.....thanks for your cooperation in advance, my door's always open, I'm sure you'll make me proud, you work with me, not for me....the usual. Carolyn remained at the back of the room, trying not to look too proud of herself, and accepting the congratulations that came her way from the other secretaries.

After our conversation, the day we told him he was busted, he had put up no resistance, telling us the next morning that he would be meeting all our demands. It was hard to claim that his own voice was false evidence, and I suppose once the initial anger wore off, the enormity of the situation must have been more than his ego could bear. He was positively meek, following directions without question. I had been running things from my office for the last three weeks, but in the companies eyes, Mills was training me as his replacement, hence the long transitional period.

Finally, the day arrived, and everyone gathered for the usual farewell party. Ro and I put in an appearance, glad-handing for a while, before retreating to my old office to complete some paperwork. The party wound down, and Mills said his goodbyes, leaving for the last time.

Only then did we venture into our new office.

***

It's amazing how much better I felt. Harrison Mills was officially gone, as of a few hours ago. Monday morning would be our first day as President and 'First Lady' of the Rome office, although that particular part of the saga was known only to us. We had been meticulously careful not to reveal our relationship while at work, but there was cause for celebration, and we were the last to leave.

I was sitting in my new chair, a very comfortable leather version with a high back. It felt very 'presidential', and Ro was wandering around the room, looking at the bookshelves and warm woodwork.

"I've never had a chance to really look around in here," she laughed. Her back was to me, and her firm rump rippled with each step as she trailed her fingertips along the smooth casing around the door. She closed it, and turned to face me. "I usually had to keep my eyes on him, not the room."

There was a familiar look on her face, but it was previously unseen in this location, usually having only been seen in our bedroom. I had a feeling 'strictly business' was about to be suspended for the evening. She tipped her glasses down, and smiled, reaching up to free her hair. It tumbled over her shoulders as she strutted toward me, swinging her hips in a more exaggerated manner. She breezed past me, closing the blinds behind my desk, and I spun my chair to watch.

When she turned back this time, her blouse was open almost to her waist. She licked her lips as she stepped closer, putting her glasses on the corner of the desk, and perching on the edge in front of me.

"Terribly cliché, I know," she whispered, "but how'd you like to fuck your secretary? I am so horny!"

"Ro, my dear," I replied as I stood up, "that's like saying water is wet, and fire is hot ; it's a foregone conclusion. You're always horny." She gave me a sheepish look, then grinned.

"Interesting choice of metaphors," she giggled, welcoming me into her arms with a kiss, "as I certainly am hot, and wet." She laid back across the desk, pulling me down with her and continuing our embrace.

"I guess this would be a bad time to point out that it was more of a simile?" I said between kisses.

She fixed me with her lusty gaze, and smiled. "Shut up and kiss me!" she laughed.

You know the problem with having sex on a desk? The desk. It's hard, uncomfortable, and far too short for a big guy like me. Still, Ro did look delicious laid out like a tempting buffet of sexuality, so I decided to risk it.

Several minutes of intense kissing followed, during which my hands explored her body as though I didn't already know every inch, and most of her clothing was dispatched. Ro had, as usual, planned ahead, and her attire reflected that fact ; everything either opened in the front or unwrapped from around her easily. Her flaming red locks spread around her head on the desktop like a halo, contrasting against the dark colour of the wood. The halo effect was in direct contrast to the devilish look in her eyes.

"I find myself in need of something," she giggled, batting her lashes at me, "to satisfy my oral fixation. I don't suppose you could suggest anything that might help?"

With her spread across the desk in all her nearly nude glory, the prospect of watching her lips inch slowly along my cock seemed particularly appealing. She smiled up at me, and I smiled back, unbuckling and unzipping quickly. While I shed clothing, she twisted slightly on the desk, finally hanging her head back off the edge, eyes closed, mouth open awaiting her prize.

I positioned myself, holding my dick just inches from her face. Her lips were moist, inviting me in, and her tongue fluttered, eagerly searching out the object of her desire. I eased forward, rubbing the head of my cock across the smooth skin of her beautiful face, before finally relenting and pushing into her mouth. Her moans vibrated around my shaft as it slid deeper, and deeper. I felt the gentle tickle of her breathing on my balls as I pushed into her throat. This upside down position made it easier for her to deep throat me, and the feeling was exquisite.

Her hands were on my hips, directing my motions as I slowly slipped in and out. I placed my hands on her full, firm breasts, thumbing her thick nipples to full erection, and causing more of those delicious reverberations to course through my cock as she groaned softly.

"Oh fuck, Ro, that's so good," I breathed, gently stroking into her mouth and throat. I pinched her nipples, and she moaned again, sending an almost electric surge through my loins. "Shit! Be careful, baby...unless you want me to explode?"

"Mmmm hmmm," she nodded. "pum mm mouf."

Funny how there's never a dentist around when you need one. Since they're used to understanding the mumblings of people who have a mouthful of stuff, maybe they could translate. Alas, none were to be found, but Ro's hands were trying to make her meaning clear. She was pushing and pulling, fucking my cock into her inverted mouth eagerly, all the while moaning in anticipation of her treat to cum. I mauled her breasts in a less than loving fashion, and felt the pressure building in my balls.

"Shit! Oh fuck!" I grunted. "Get ready......gonna cum! NoooOOW!"

Part of me felt guilty, spewing my load into her mouth in a purely selfish display of pleasure, while she laid there so beautiful, receptive and unrequited. That part was drowned out by the roaring freight train of ecstasy that was my orgasm, as I drained my balls into her sucking and swallowing mouth. Spasm after delicious spasm wracked my body, while my cock twitched and flexed between her red lips, spraying hot jizz down her throat in a seemingly unending tide. At last, the deluge stopped, and I withdrew on trembling legs to drop into one of the guest chairs.

My beautiful, darling sexy sister remained, laying in place with her head drooped backwards off the edge of the desk. A small trickle and smear of semen went from her lips up across her cheek. Her long, red hair dangled almost to the floor, and her big boobs quivered with each recuperative gasp of air. Her eyes opened, finding mine to gaze into, and she flashed a huge, upside-down smile.

"That was different," she laughed, finding the renegade cum on her cheek, and licking it off her fingers. "Was it good for you?"

Words failed me. I flashed her a thumbs up.

"Good," she said, lifting her head and sitting up slowly. "Ooooooo fuuuuck....Head rush!"

When she had recovered, she stood, and dropped all her undone but still present clothing on the office floor. Once naked, she took a seat in my desk chair, and began to gently finger her juicy pussy with her feet spread wide on the desktop. I quietly walked around behind her, and looked down.

"Excuse me, Miss Willson! What do you think you're doing?" I growled, in as authoritative a tone as I could manage without laughing. She looked up, feigning embarrassment.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Sir," she giggled, scrambling out of my chair. She turned, perching her sexy bottom on the edge of the desk. "I didn't mean to steal your chair, Sir."

"Well....I do have work to do!" I smiled as I sat, pushing her softly onto her back. Her pretty pussy was no doubt the best 'paperwork' this desk had ever seen. She rested her feet on the arms of my chair as I rolled into position to fill out the forms in triplicate.

I inhaled deeply, her scent so intense I could almost taste it. A small droplet of juice trickled slowly toward her ass, but I intercepted it before it could get too far, licking her softly. She was delicious, as always, and I had to admit that eating her like this was going to be more comfortable than the way I usually did it. Much easier on the neck, I wondered how many times I could get her off like this.

With that in mind, I pointed my tongue, and traced the moist contours of her yummy cunt, dipping occasionally into the gap between her pouting lips, which were becoming more engorged and swollen by the second. Ro's hand gently gripped the back of my head as she moaned.

"Oh David, that's it baby. Lick my pussy. Your tongue feels so good," she hissed.

Since I wasn't exactly checking my watch regularly, I don't really know how long I spent camped between her luscious thighs. It was long enough that a small puddle of my saliva and her natural gravy was forming under her bum. Long enough that my tongue was getting a bit cramped, and her snatch was gaping open wider. Long enough that her moans of joy had become exhausted whimpers, because it was long enough to get her to cum four times. I gave her clit one last caress with the tip of my tongue, and the hand that had been holding me close started to push my head away.

"Stop! Please, god....stop!" she gasped. "My clit is on fire! I can't take any more!" She lolled her head from side to side. "No more."

I sat back in the chair, wiggling my jaw to work the kinks out. Ro's legs hung limply as she rested in place, catching her breath. I watched her for a few minutes, then leaned over her.

"Ro, you're the best assistant any executive could ask for," I whispered, kissing her softly, "and not just because you're the planet's best cocksucker. I'm going to miss you."

She sat up, looking at me, confused. "Miss me? Why would you miss me? I'm not going anywhere!"

"The company doesn't like spouses to work together," I said evenly.

"Spouses?" she giggled, eyes open wide. "Oh David! Yes! Yes! Of course I'll marry you!" She leapt to her feet and virtually bounced into my arms, nearly knocking me over. She hung, feet flailing excitedly, from my neck, kissing me madly. I let her down gently when she broke the kiss.

"I'm glad you don't need me down on one knee," I laughed, "because it would be a little weird doing it naked."

"David," she giggled, "you just proposed to your sister. I think weird just got redefined a bit." She seemed to think for a minute then added. "I guess Mom and Dad won't be attending the ceremony!"

"Mom, Dad, anyone from work....I'm thinking the only ones there will be us," I said.

"That's okay," she smiled, leaning back on the desktop. "The only ones that matter are the two of us...much like right now." Her legs spread slowly open, finishing her thought quite eloquently.

When I stepped into place, she wrapped her legs around my waist, and pulled me in with her heels as she reached down and guided my cock home. I slid smoothly balls deep, and she moaned softly, urging me down for a kiss.

Sex is a lot of fun, isn't it? The euphoric release of endorphines that accompanies orgasm is intoxicating, addictive....and an empty thrill, when compared with true emotional connection. That's what I was feeling right now, and I truly believe Ro was as well. Months ago, we had begun this journey with physical explorations of each other's bodies, then professed our love for each other, each step increasing our emotional link. Now, an oath of commitment to each other had completed the process, and I could sense the change.

It was gentle, languid, and so hot it almost defied belief. I stroked smoothly into her, while she undulated her hips in subtle circles that received my thrusts as naturally as breathing. Her pussy rippled, a muscular embrace that escalated my arousal quickly. I wasn't alone.

"O-o-o-o-o-h-m-m-m-m-m-y-g-o-o-o-d-d!" she hissed, her voice a quivering breath of ecstasy. Her pussy clamped down on my dick, and she moaned as she came, while I sprayed her inner walls with my own climax. We shuddered through our mutual orgasms, holding each other close, until I needed to withdraw. My legs were wobbly as I sat down.

I rested my head back against the chair, catching my breath while I watched my cum drip slowly out of Ro's pussy onto the rich wood of the desktop. A very erotic sight, one I never tired of.

I was sitting there with a faraway look on my face when Ro finally sat up, having recovered sufficiently. My sister noticed.

"What's up?" she asked, sitting gently on my lap. "It would appear there's some serious thinking going on in there," she added, kissing my forehead.

"Yeah, sorry," I replied. "I just feel a little guilty. I know we made him pay a price for chasing you, and for ruining my first marriage...but it almost feels like we're letting the bastard off the hook. Sure, we got revenge, but in the end, he still hasn't really been made to atone for his actions. We benefited, but we used his behaviour to help ourselves, not get justice. Does that make sense?"