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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.
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