He could pull her hard against him and not hurt her. Harold had often wanted to do that to Emily. But when he did it she would always hurt. Not that it would ever stop him while they were having sex. He became a person who was even more selfish in the bedroom.
If he wanted to get his rocks off by having rough sex, Emily would just have to suffer. With Sandra’s bigger body that would never be a problem. Harold felt himself harden at the thought of ramming her from behind.
Looking down he saw that it was a bigger problem than just a little stirring. “Well I’m going to have to take care of that before I do anything else.”
Harold went back up the stairs to his room. He had thought about grabbing the maid and pulling her in with him. But she wasn’t Sandra; he wanted to think about her while he did this. With someone else involved they might make noises. That would make it hard for him to think of her as he was stroking himself.
He could imagine it was her mouth or even her vagina, if he used enough oil. Harold slowly stroked himself and thought of her opening her mouth and swallowing his 9 inches completely. Emily had a tough time ever fitting his full length into her mouth. He had always wondered what it would feel like. Would it be like a pussy but where her mouth was? He honestly didn’t know, but he wanted to think about it now.
Since he had never felt it he moved onto imagining he was stuffing his cock into her and fucking her hard. Harold could feel himself get closer to an orgasm. With one last final thought of her screaming out his name he unloaded his sperm on his arm and leg.
“Oh shit.” Harold said as he came back to Earth. He really needed to eat and call Jack. The quicker he could think of a way to get her, the better off her would be.
Getting cleaned up he went and ate a quick breakfast then went to his study. Picking up the phone he called Jack.
“Hello this is Mr. Sims office how may I help you?” Harold heard the little blonde receptionist answer the phone.
“This is Harold Washington I need to speak with Mr. Sims right now.” Harold ordered.
“Yes Mr. Washington hang on one second.” He heard the phone being put on hold and waited.
“Hello Mr. Washington, first off please let me apologize for my sister last night.” He heard Jack saying.
“That’s not what I’m calling about.” Harold began. “Well not really, it’s hard to explain. But I wanted to meet your sister again, can you set that up?” Harold asked.
“I don’t know Mr. Washington. See my sister is a bit hard-headed she may not be willing to see you.” Jack told him.
“Please can you see if you can set that up? Tell her I’m not looking for an apology that will help a lot.” Harold offered.
“Okay I’ll try and let you know.” Jack hung up.
Harold felt better now that he had told Jack that little tidbit. He had remembered it was one of the first things Emily had told him. “Don’t be asking me for an apology. I won’t give it to you.” She had stared him down the next time they had met.
He had found out her schedule of classes and had made sure he was in front of one of them. Waiting for her to show up he had wondered what to say. He didn’t know how he would make her agree to go out with him. But he had done it all on the fly, had said the first things that came to his mind. Somehow it had worked, she had said yes.
Later on she had told him it was because he wouldn’t shut up and she wanted to get to class. He laughed at the memory of that time.
Now he could only hope that Jack would call back with good news. Hopefully, that comment about not wanting an apology would be enough. Harold tried to focus on the other things he needed done for the day. But no matter how hard he tried he couldn’t.
He kept feeling the telltale signs of a hard-on. Masturbating earlier had done nothing to quell the horniness. No in fact he swore it might be worse now than it had been before.
Going to find the maid he had enough. He didn’t care if she wasn’t Sandra. He needed somewhere besides his hand for relief. Calling out for her, he watched as she walked down the hall. She wasn’t bad looking, she would do for now.
“Come here for a minute Sara.” He had smiled at her.
He knew if he offered her a little extra money she would gladly go along with anything. “I need a favor from you; I’ll pay you for it.”