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CHAPTER FIVE

Tiffany parked her car. She was ashamed. The day before seemed like a nightmare. After leaving the shoe store, she had met a man whose wife was busy buying clothes. Tiffany had left with him, spending the rest of the afternoon in a motel room, fucking with the horny man.

She slipped out of the car, her dress riding high up her thighs. A man smiled. She ignored him.

Today she was giving Ryan a choice: either spend a little more time with her, or she would split. Things had to change. She wanted a real marriage. Her sanity depended on it. Last night, he had not come home. Spent the night in the office working, he had said. Things had to change. What she had done couldn't be erased. She had to live with it, but Ryan had been at fault too. He was never home, and when he was he totally neglected her.

Heels clicking, she walked down the crowded street and into the Howard Building. A quick glance at the clock told her she had time for coffee before going up to Ryan's office. Her nerves were drawn tight, ready to snap. She headed into the coffee shop and slipped into a small booth.

When she was on her second cup, Tiffany began to relax. She settled easily back into the small comfortable booth, allowed herself to pick up on the conversations going on around her.

Since she had come into the coffee shop, it had filled almost to capacity. It was the morning break for most of the secretaries in the building. She took a deep breath, enjoying the trivialities of their lives, so unlike her own, which now seemed to be on the brink of ruin. She shuddered.

"I'm telling you, Arlene," Suzy said to her friend in the booth directly behind Tiffany. "Kate is definitely making it with her boss."

"God," Arlene sighed. "Ryan Wells is such a hunk, too. I'd spread my legs for him anytime."

At the mention of her husband's name, Tiffany blocked out all other sounds in the coffee shop and tuned in on the two young secretaries behind her. She found that her hand was shaking, and she set the cup down, rattling it in the saucer.

"I don't know though," Arlene continued. "You sure she's not bullshittin'?"

"I'm sure," Suzy said. "She called me yesterday right before lunch. God, I creamed all over when she described how it happened."

"Tell me," Arlene said, her voice husky, low, excited.

Tiffany listened too, though not with the same excitement. When Suzy had finished explaining graphically everything Kate had told her, Tiffany's heart was ready to break. She held back her tears, wondering what else she would discover.

"Here's Kate now," Arlene said.

Tiffany's heart stopped. She looked up, saw the sexy blonde girl stroll into the coffee shop and walk right by her.

"Sit here," Suzy bubbled, scooting over to make room for Kate. "I was just telling Arlene about you and Ryan Wells."

"Oooo," Kate sighed breathlessly. "He is so wonderful!" She dropped her voice. "A few minutes ago, we made it on his desk. He told me he wanted me for his coffee break. God, I was lying there, and he chewed me up until I creamed."

Both girls gasped, and Tiffany eased her shaking body out of the booth. She had heard enough. Dropping a few singles on the table, she left, her eyes blinded with tears of pain.

In the lobby, she sought out the ladies' room, emerging a few minutes later, calmer and determined to end their marriage.

"I was right all along," she mumbled. "The rotten bastard has been fucking his secretary."

She clutched her purse and read the building's directory. She saw her husband's name, and her lip quivered. She saw another name. Steel's Detective Agency. It was on the same floor as Ryan's office. If she was getting divorced, she needed evidence.

She stepped out of the elevator, her heart racing, the palms of her hands sweaty. Quickly, she passed her husband's office, not even glancing at his name on the door. She stopped at the next office and stepped inside. There was no one at the desk, and she waited. She opened the top of her dress, exposing some creamy fit flesh. She tingled with a mixture of anger, glad that she had worn the sexy panties and bra. Ryan's loss was Mr. Steel's gain.

Bart Steel came from behind the closed door. "Can I help you?" He was tall, with big hands and a handsome grin.

"I hope so," Tiffany said, giving him her sexiest smile.

He took her arm, led her into his office. "Tell me all about it."

She sat on the sofa and he joined her, close enough for their legs to touch. Tiffany smiled inwardly. This was going to be fun. "I don't know where to begin, Mr. Steel," she said, feigning helplessness. She allowed tears to fill her eyes.

"You can start by calling me Bart." He devoured her with his eyes. He already knew what she wanted. It was always the same.

"Thank you, Bart," she sighed. "It's my husband, Ryan Wells. Maybe you know him?" She batted her long lashes and pressed her leg against his. "He has the office next to you."

"I know him," Bart said. "He took the office about three months ago." He felt the pressure of her leg. His eyes fell to the creamy tit flesh exposed by her partially open dress. "Is he cheating?"

Tiffany pouted. "Yes." She moved closer, excited about her performance. "I feel so rejected, too." In reality, it was true. She was devastated.

His arm automatically went around her. "It happens all the time," he said. The pressure of her body against him made the cum in his balls churn. It was the main reason he had become a private detective. Rejected wives looking for some fucking and revenge before the divorce. He was there to give them both. "Do you know who he's cheating with?"

Tiffany squirmed on the sofa. Her dress eased up, baring her thighs. She sensed his strength, and it turned her on, "His secretary," she whispered.

"I know her. Her name is Kate. I've seen her in the halls." He felt the softness of her body. His groin tightened as if a knot were being formed inside his gut.

"She's just a kid," Tiffany pouted.

"I know." He held her a little tighter. "Some men go for the young stuff."

"What about you?" she purred, easing out of his arms. She stood, looked down at him sitting on the sofa. "Do you like young cunt too?" Her blue eyes glowed with passion and revenge.

"I've never turned it down," he said with a raunchy grin. He feasted his eyes on her lush body.

"What about me?" she mewled. "Am I over the hill? All washed up?" She jutted out her tits, the nipples hard, poking against the silky material of her dress. "I'm only twenty-eight."

"You're perfect," he said, his voice strained. "I think your husband's crazy."

Tiffany let a smile adorn her beautiful face. "Do you know how long it's been since my bastard husband has fucked me?" She ran her tongue over her parted lips.

Bart leaned back, mesmerized by Tiffany Wells – a really horny bitch. "How long?"

"Months," she sighed. "He hasn't fucked me in months." She rocked on her heels, feeding on the hungry look in Bart's eyes. "He's too tired, or too busy."

Bart leered. His cock was growing, twisted inside his pants. The ache was spreading. He didn't move.

"He's too tired," Tiffany continued, "because he's fucking that little blonde bitch." She stared down at Bart's crotch, saw the cock-bulge in his pants. "I'm so horny and hot. All I think about is getting fucked… and Ryan doesn't care."

"We'll make him pay," Bart said, his voice hoarse. "I'll get you all the evidence you'll need." He wanted to grab her, but he waited. He didn't want to scare her off. Clients, he needed. Hot sexy women, he had plenty of.

"I want lots and lots of pictures," she said. "Can you get them?" She winked. "You know the ones I mean."

"I'll get you everything you want."

She smiled lewdly. "What I want now is a cock. Can you help me out with that, too?"

"Why don't you see for yourself?" He rubbed the huge lump in his pants.

"Isn't there something in your code of ethics about fucking the clients?" She giggled and dropped to her knees in front of him.

"I don't remember anything like that," he grinned. "I think it just said to make the client happy."

"I'm glad," she sighed. She rubbed his cock-bulge and shivered. What was hidden from view felt like a tree. "I'd hate to think that what you have here can't be mine, if only for a little while."

"When you hire me," Bart groaned, "you get it all."

"Mmmm, sounds fascinating." She pulled on his zipper, the sweet taste of revenge in her mouth. Drooling, she groped inside his pants.

"Take your time," he said. "We've got all day."

She pulled out his cock and gasped. His fucker was colossal. "God, Bart. I will need all day for this." She stroked the entire length of his hulking cockshaft.

"Give it a lick," he moaned, anxious to have her hot sensuous mouth on his throbbing boner.

Tiffany slapped out her tongue, whipping it over the head of Bart's giant prick. "Let me get your pants off. I hate it when clothes get in the way."

Bart groaned as Tiffany pulled at his belt. He lifted, his cock brushing against her cheek as she slipped his pants down below his knees.

"Now, that's better," she sighed after whisking off his pants and shorts. She shoved them aside and crawled back between his hairy thighs. "God, Bart. You're going to be a meal and a half."

"I don't think you'll have any trouble handling it."

"Mmmmm, I know I won't," she hummed. She traced her fingers along the cockshaft, following the lines of his veins. "It's so big and thick!"

"Stop talking and enjoy it."

"I am enjoying it," she cooed. She cupped his oversized balls. "God, they're so heavy."

"You'll find out why, once you stop talking and get down to cock-sucking."

Tiffany giggled. "Do all your female clients get to know you this personally?" She grabbed his big prick with both hands.

"Some do," he groaned. He lunged up through her hands, the bloated head of his prick stabbing her chin. "Eat me, baby."

Tiffany's eyes glowed with lust. She bent her head, used her teeth and champed up the length of his cock. At his cocktip, she stopped, then chewed her way back down the sensitive underside of his prick. Reaching his balls, she licked them, enjoying the texture of his thick hairy balls.

"Christ, you're a tease," he groaned.

Tiffany looked up, eyes bright, cheeks flushed. "I'll do more than tease," she sighed. "Now be quiet and let me enjoy myself. Remember, you're working for me." She winked and went back to his prick.

"You're paying the bills." He groaned as her teeth nibbled on the thick base of his prick. "Do what you want."

Tiffany, knowing her husband was in the office right next door, became highly excited. She slurped her mouth over Bart's huge cock, soaking his cock with her warm spit. She was acutely aware of the fact that only a wall separated her from Ryan.

"Unnnn… mmmm!" She ran her hot lips up and down the side of his cock. She used her tongue and teeth, blending both as she hummed her way up one side of Bart's massive cockshaft and down the other.

"In your mouth," he groaned. "Stop fucking around."

Tiffany giggled and lifted her head. "Like this?"

She brought her mouth over the bulbous head of his cock, stared at the hairy base of his cock for a brief second, then slipped her lips wetly over his prickshaft. His cock filled her mouth, and she clamped her lips right below the sensitive ridge of his purplish-red prick-head.

"Yeahhhh!" Bart roared. He lunged up. The ache in his balls was torturing him. "Suck it, baby! Suck that cock!"

Tiffany swirled her tongue around the thick head of Bart's prick. Her hands gripped his cockshaft. Throbbing beats pulsed against her clinging fingers. His power was breathtaking. She eased the head of his cock along the roof of her mouth, stopping when it reached her gullet.

"All of it, baby. Suck it all!"

Tiffany pulled her mouth off his cock. "I've never sucked a cock this big." She was panting rapidly. "Let me take my time and get used to it."

Bart grinned. "Sure, baby. Take all the time you need."

"Ummmm, I will." She shifted her two hands up and down. His throbbing prick sent shivers up through her arms. "God, I'm going to suck every inch of your cock, Bart. I'll show you how stupid my husband was to cheat on me with some little bitch."

"You talk too much," he grinned. "But who cares, right?"

She giggled, slipped her lips over his swollen cockhead and sucked. She wormed her tongue in his piss slit, swirled it over his entire cockhead.

Bart curled his fingers into fists. Tiffany's tongue was driving him wild.

Tiffany eased the head of his cock into her throat. She relaxed, breathing hard through her flared nostrils as she allowed Bart's cock to enter the tightness of her gullet.

"Unnnn, you're getting it, baby. Keep it up. Unnnn, yeah. Don't quit now!" He stared down, saw her face impaled on his prick, half of his cock not yet gobbled up by her hungry lips. "Keep going, baby. Take it all!"

Tiffany's eyes bulged. She stared into the curly hair of his crotch. There was a long way to go. Her lips touched her fingers. Spit dribbled from her mouth, flowed over her fingers, dripping onto his balls. Her jaw was open as wide as possible. Her tongue was unable to move, flattened by his cockshaft into the bottom of her mouth. She felt his prick throb, and she became a dizzy – yet remained confident she would take every fantastic inch of the private detective's gargantuan prick.

Bart groaned though his tightly drawn mouth. The muscles in his belly rippled. His balls rumbled, swelled, a vat of bubbling jizz churning to be free. "Suck it!" he roared, his husky voice filling the small office. "Suck my cock!"

Tiffany was ready for the rest of Bart's fat overgrown prick. She took away her hands. Her warm spit coated the rest of his cockshaft. Gurgling hungrily, she shoved her face forward into his groin. Hot clinging lips glided over his prickshaft, stopped as they met his hairy groin. She had taken every hard inch of his giant cock. It felt as if the head of his cock were banging in her belly.

Bart growled. "You got it, baby! Yeahhh!"

Her throat was wet, tight, clinging to his fat cockshaft like the muscles of a virgin pussy.

Slowly, Tiffany dragged her teeth along his bloated cockshaft until only half of his prick remained stuffed in her mouth and throat. Gurgling on spit, she used her hands now to urge the powerful detective to fuck her face. She scratched his heavy cum-crammed balls. She clawed his thighs and his hips. She waited, the throbbing in his cock growing stronger.

"Baby!" He slammed up into her face, fucking his prick to the hilt. Grunting, he lunged up again, fucking her face in a wild series of hard-hitting jabs. "Aghhhhh!"

Tiffany absorbed the punishing blows, enjoyed them. She was thrilled with his power and the size of his cock. His prick fucked into her throat repeatedly. She gurgled around his immense fucker. Each horrendous jab smacked his hairy groin into her sucking lips.

She sucked every chance she could as he plundered her throat. She used her teeth, scraping them sadistically along his thin-skinned cockshaft. His prick was stretching her throat, and she was amazed with her own ability to take his mammoth prick.

Bart lunged up from the couch. He jabbed hard, fucked her throat. His balls bounced with each upward fuck-thrust. "Soon, baby! Soon!"

Tiffany knew he was getting close. She wanted his cum, wanted it in her mouth, wanted to taste his jizz, savor every drop. It was a fitting revenge against Ryan and his little blonde bitch – sucking off the detective who would give her the evidence for a divorce.

"I'm there, baby! Jesus Christ! I'm ready!"

Tiffany knew it. His prick had swelled even larger. His lunging fuck-thrusts had grown even more violent, more demanding. She sucked, clawed his flesh, and gnawed at his prick. She wanted his cum as much as he wanted to give it to her.

"I'm cumming," he bellowed. "Jesus… I'm creaming!" Hot thick cum spewed from his prick. A thick stream of white jizz quickly filled her cock-stuffed mouth and squirted into her throat. "Take it, baby! Suck me dry!"

With Bart fucking her face brutally, Tiffany sucked the cum up from his churning balls. While Bart fucked his exploding prick into her face, she drew in her cheeks, inducing greater suction. Her teeth gnawed and her tongue became a whip. Her mouth became flooded with cum. Her cheeks filled with the sticky ooze. Cum gushed into her belly.

Bart jerked, twisted on the sofa, his body shaking, his fists pounding the cushions. "Suck it, baby!" He lunged up, his ass coming off the sofa. "Aghhhh! You're biting!" He twisted, a prisoner of her mouth. She had taken complete control.

He groaned, his cock spurting out cum like a fountain. He sprayed cum into her mouth, flooded her throat. Jism churned up from his balls, shot from his pisser and when he lunged deep, he squirted cum into her belly.

Tiffany began to choke on his cum. She grabbed the thick cockshaft, jerked her fist up and down. Stringy lumps of hot own filled her cheeks. She swallowed, but with her hand and mouth working together, his cum-spewing prick really erupted.

She couldn't handle it all. Jizz gushed from her clinging lips, flowed from her nose, choking and gagging her as she tried coping with his overwhelming load of cum. It flowed over her hand, down over his balls, soaking the sofa.

Bart found a frenzied rhythm. He lunged, gasped, then lunged again. Everything became a blur. Her sucking mouth seemed to reach into his balls for what last few drops of cum remained.

Tiffany sensed he was about over it. She increased her efforts. Ferociously, she sucked on his waning cock. Hard gnawing bites, whipping lashes with her tongue, deep sucking gulps, finally drained his balls and his giant cock.

Bart groaned, fell back, his prick still in her mouth. "No more, baby," he groaned. "You got it all. There's nothing left." He stared down at her. She was still going crazy. He reached down, grabbed a fistful of her thick black hair and yanked her head up.

She looked up dreamily into his face. Cum dripped from her lips. She swiped her tongue out, scooping jism off her lips. "I guess I got carried away. It's been a long time. I was extra hungry."

She pulled herself to her feet and headed for the door.

"Remember," she purred as she stopped. "Plenty of pictures. Call me. You can get my home number from my husband." She laughed, leaving the scent of her perfume behind.

"Damn," Bart groaned, staring down at his wilted cock. "I gotta introduce her to Larry."

Tiffany stepped out into the corridor. She took two steps towards the elevator and the door to Ryan's office opened. She froze.

Ryan peered out into the corridor. His eyes bulged. "Tiffany! What… what are you doing here?"

"You'll find out soon enough, fucker!" she spat. She brushed by him. "Don't bother coming home tonight. We're through."

"Tiff…" It was too late. The elevator had swallowed her up. "Goddamn," he mumbled.

He forgot about Tiffany then, his mind on a big new account and his sexy young secretary. There would be plenty of time later to worry about his wife. He went back into his office to work.