The Ring Corrupts Ch. 12 - Paula 2

A week had gone by since my rendezvous with Paula, at her house in the middle of the night. During that week, with the women in my life at home causing me so much consternation, I was happy to be in my office at work. My staff left me undisturbed for the most part, but this day a knock came, and the door opened.

"I've been over at Marketing. Mr. Ferguson asked if you could call over and see him in his office," Vanessa announced, referring to Stu Ferguson, the Head of Marketing at Landberry Mining.

"Sure, get back to him and ask what time. Is that all?"

"No umm... I was meeting with Paula Broadbank. She asked to see you again. She didn't say what about. I told her you were unavailable."

"Well done Vanessa. I've no idea what that woman could want," I replied, despite having a fair idea why Paula was asking to see me.

"She's asking for you plenty these days," Venessa said, with a look that told me she was suspicious.

"Ok. Phone and let her know I'll call her back when I have the time," I replied, as Vanessa departed.

"That woman! She's still not satisfied," I thought, a vision of a naked Paula coming to mind, while I swivelled the ring on my finger. "I've created a sexual monster. "

I'd thought that my demands we meet for sex in the middle of the night, in her house, with her family sleeping upstairs, would have cured Paula of her passion. It didn't seem so.

That afternoon I wandered over to Marketing to see Stu. He ranked above me in the organisation, but was a good guy, and the source of the best gossip at Landberry Mining. He shut the door and poured me a scotch.

"Two in the afternoon Stu?" I commented.

"No better time to drink top quality scotch."

"Cheers, so what's happening?"

"How's that Annette Bond treating Vanessa these days?"

"All good on that front, thanks Stu. No problems. Vanessa's mostly going via Paula, but when required is finding Annette much easier to work with."

"I'm not surprised. Young Annette's all good with everyone right now."

"How do you mean?"

"Well, I told you how she behaved back at Tufnell and Armstrong, before she got engaged to young Ben O'Connell and moved across to our company."

"I recall. A little footloose and fancy free, I think you said," I replied, seeing no need to tell Stu I'd fucked Annette on two occasions, some months back.

"Yes! Well, after being very prim and proper, when first arriving to work here, it seems the leopardess has not changed her spots. Lately she's begun bedding every man available."

"Really! At Tufnell's she did that in order to climb the ladder."

"No such provision this time. Seems everyone's fair game."

"Including you?"

"Unfortunately, I'm about the only man she doesn't seem interested in bedding. It's particularly annoying because my wife's away for three weeks from next Monday. It would have been perfect timing, but not to be I'm afraid," he said, taking a long drink of his scotch, as a notion entered my head.

"Well that's unfortunate... but what if I found someone a little bit older than Annette, to cater for your needs in Mrs. Ferguson's absence," I proposed. "Someone you might have never considered, but who could well surprise you."

"Oh, Rob Dean's playing cupid. I like it. I'm very interested. Pray tell who is this mystery woman. Do I know her."

"Yes you do. You know her well. It's Paula Broadbank."

"Paula!" Stu said, screwing his face up, as though he'd just tasted lemon in his scotch. "Boring old conservative Paula. No way!"

"Well, the first thing is, she's not old. She's about twenty years younger than you, and second, Paula's turned out to be quite the dark horse."

"Get outta here! That woman adores her husband. They're both very straight, boring people and never more than two steps from each other at work functions."

"Paula is now wanting to be ten steps removed from her husband, Stu... possibly stepping right into your bed, while Mrs. Ferguson takes her extended vacation."

"Wouldn't sleeping with her be very similar to sleeping with my wife. Lying back, with very little action."

"No it won't. Some inexperience, but no lack of enthusiasm, I can assure you."

"You haven't... have you?" he questioned, to which saw me smile.

"We did. Briefly! That's all finished now. I've found someone else," I lied. "However, Paula and I still get along Ok. I look out for her."

"You're a dark horse yourself Rob. Going with different women. That's not like you. What about your wife, the lovely Penny?"

"Pretty much over I'm afraid old buddy."

"No! I don't believe it. Well that's a surprise. I'm sorry to hear that." he stated, as I could see a thought pass through his mind. "I couldn't... you know... with Penny, could I?"

"I'd rather you didn't Stu."

"No, of course not," he said, holding his palms up at me. "Paula Broadbank it is. I'm warming to the idea. I've always admired her tits. What do I need to do to get hold of them?"

"Nothing. I'll tell the lovely lady that you've been showing an interest in her of late. I'll gauge whether or not she's keen and let you know. Then you can find a reason to call her into your office and use that charm of yours."

"That's all?"

"I guarantee it."

"Right! Whew! I hadn't expected that from our meeting today."

"Anyway I need to be getting back to my office," I announced, draining my glass.

"Hold on! You haven't heard what I got you over here for."

"I thought it was to tell me that Annette Burns had reverted to being a fuck bunny."

"No, there's more. Your Boss, Paul Blackwood, is not coming back. Other priorities, and lost his passion for the work he says. Something to do with his wife I heard. Anyway, guess who's going to get his job?"

"Get outta here," I reacted, now the one taken aback.

"True! Landberry himself told me, but don't breath a word. Hush hush, until he lets you know himself. However... "

"Oh no, there's always something."

"It's Ghana. It's looking increasingly like the Chinese will be our neighbors, mining in the north of that country."

"I thought that was all tied up in our favour."

"The bit you negotiated is set in stone, but Ghana's a big place. The Chinese are in there Robert and old Landberry's not happy about it. Wants something done... and guess who's going to be doing it... Paul Blackwood's young replacement, Robert Dean."

"I'm going back to Africa?"

"Looks that way."

On my way back to my office I considered what Stu had told me, in regard to having to return to Africa.

"I guess it's not the worst timing, given my issues at home right now," I decided.

These thoughts were accentuated after I returned home that evening. With my wife in the midst of an affair, my oldest daughter in another city and the younger one always out partying, I expected an empty house. However, when I went inside I looked out to see Adele and her friend Tara in the pool. The mere glimpse of the two in the water saw the blood surge to my cock. I felt like an animal who had just sighted fair game. The problem was, not only that both were 18 years old, but one was my daughter.

Despite this fact I couldn't contain the urges I felt. I waited until they were both climbing out of the pool, and moved through the sliding door.

"Good evening ladies," I stated, making little effort to hide my interest, as they stood dripping wet, in their bikinis.

Adele merely glared at me. However, Tara, who had already been a recipient of the rings power gave me that comely look. With her breasts threatening to tumble out of her bikini top, I made no effort to hide my interest. Tara wasn't a skinny girl, but she had the curves to fill out a bikini very nicely, and then there was those pretty pink toenails. My cock was rigid, and It was all I could do to restrain myself from reaching to grab her arm with my ring hand. My daughter couldn't help but notice my interest.

"We're going upstairs to get changed," Adele announced, wrapping a towel around herself. "Cover yourself Tara."

"Pretty toenails Tara," I commented, as both girls moved past me.

Tara smiled broadly at this comment. I watched their butts move away toward the stairs. Tara glanced briefly back and smiled again. Adele looked back and glared.

"Fuck'n ring," I swore quietly, looking to get a grip of myself

When they returned back down, a short while later, they were dressed in jeans and halter tops.

"We're going around to Zoe's. We'll be back late," Adele stated forthrightly.

"What, no party tonight."

"No that's tomorrow afternoon. It'll be big and I'll be getting very drunk," Adele continued, in a clear challenge to me.

"Yeah, tonight might be a bit boring at Zoe's," Tara chimed in. "I might stay here until you get back Adele."

"Go and get in the car Tara," Adele replied bluntly, clearly unimpressed at her friends suggestion.

"I just thought... "

"Get in the car," my daughter barked, which saw her friend slink away, closing the front door behind her.

"That's bit harsh on your friend... " I began.

"What are you doing?" my daughter asked, hands on hips, anger obvious.

"What?"

"Commenting on her toenail polish and encouraging her to stay here with you."

"It's her who suggested it."

"You've been ogling her."

"No I haven't."

"Yes you have! You were ogling both of us when we got out of the pool, and it's not the first time."

"No I... "

"Don't deny it. I know when a man's perving, plus you had a boner out there on the patio. And you've got one now. Geeze Robert, get a grip of yourself. Go find yourself someone to fuck, like Mum has."

"You shouldn't call me Robert, and you shouldn't speak like that. You know about me and your mother... having issues?"

"Of course. You two have got more than issues. She's never here, you're looking at teenage girls. It's obvious."

"You know who she's with?" I enquired, interested if she knew it was Howard Jensen, Tara's father.

"No, and I don't care. She's a bitch and you're out of control," Adele said, turning and walking to the door.

Once she'd gone I considered matters. I recognized that the ring had turned me into some sort of rampant sex addict. Always hard, always ready to fuck, and not at all concerned about who the recipient of my cock was. Now others were noticing. In addition, the ring was exerting its power on my personality, as much as on my sex drive. However, none of this concerned me as it was a couple of months previously. As if to accentuate this fact, I sat down, found my phone and dialed.

"Hi Paula. You home already?"

"No, still at work, but about to head home. Thanks for contacting."

"You alright?"

"No!" she answered quietly. "Not really. The urges haven't gone away. My life's become a misery Robert."

"So you're wanting me to come around again tonight, and fuck you on the living room floor," I announced, more than willing to do just that.

"On my rug Robert," Paula corrected, a shot of anger in her words. "Mine and Tony's most precious Turkish rug. Where you deliberately moved us too that night."

"Yeah, that's right, I did," I acknowledged, laughing.

"It was no laughing matter. You can be very heartless at times Robert. Then you left me sleeping naked on the sofa. One of my family could have found me there. Luckily I woke from the cold and snuck back to the spare bedroom just in time."

"You thought that raunchy rendezvous would cure your affliction, but, only days later and here you are all horny again," I continued, ignoring her concerns.

"Oh golly Robert. I don't know what's wrong with me. You came to my house and we... in the lounge, with my family asleep upstairs. It's disgraceful behaviour and I should have nothing to do with you, but sex is all I think about. I used to only think about it once a week, if that. Now it's with me every waking hour."

"I told you. If your husband can't satisfy you, go with other men."

"No! I couldn't even go with you that first morning at my house. The idea of anyone else is... can't we meet Robert... please. It wasn't so bad that night on the rug, was it."

"Oh you naughty girl Paula," I laughed. "One minute you're complaining about what occurred on your precious rug, the next you're putting it forward as bait to lure me in."

"Please Robert. Have a heart. I'm desperate."

"Ok! I've got an apartment we can use. Would that be acceptable?"

"That sounds amazing. When?"

"Tonight, 7pm."

"Tonight... I don't know I, ummmm... OK. I'll go there straight from work tonight."

.

"Geeze Paula, you are desperate. What about cooking dinner for your family."

"I'll call Tony now. They can get takeaways," she said, dismissive of the family who, prior to the ring, she'd doted over. "I'll say Annette is keeping me back at work. She's done that in the past."

"Yeah Ok, meet you at seven o'clock," I agreed, before giving her the address and directions.

She was about to ring off when I stopped her. I felt no inclination to make this easy for Paula Broadbank.

"One more thing. You need to arrive at the apartment wearing no underwear. No panties and no bra."

"Oh Robert... c'mon... really? I mean... the panties are one thing, but no bra. I'm quite large."

"I've noticed. You're to arrive at the address with them swinging free. If you don't, we won't go up to the apartment."

Paula reluctantly agreed. Afterwards, I laughed about how mean I was in making this final demand.

"You're such a little bastard," I said, toward the ring, as I played with it on my finger.

I drove back into town against the traffic, parked and walked the short distance to Paul Corrigan's apartment. He'd long given me free use of it, fully aware what I'd use it for. I saw Paula walking toward me, looking very self-conscious, her breasts quite clearly untethered, beneath the sheer white blouse.

"Hey Paula. How they hanging?" I loudly enquired, pleased she'd arrived dressed as instructed.

"I was so embarrassed having to walk out of work dressed this way," she answered. "Not helped that I'd chosen to wear a this blouse this morning. I'm certain those still there noticed."

"The males would have," I told her, offering no solace. "Especially with your nipples protruding through the material in that manner."

"Oh dear," she gasped, running her palms over the protrusions, as if to push them flat. "It's just... just that the material stimulates them. It kept up all the way over."

"Did it?" I asked. "Well let's go have a closer look, shall we."

I took her hand, led her through the foyer and over to the elevator. As we waited, I noted my desire for Paula was not what it had been during the previous two meetings at her house. Nevertheless, she still made me hard and the minute we entered the lift I ran a hand down her blouse, locating the nipple. Paula offered no resistance, merely shutting her eyes to enjoy my touch. I continued to thumb it until the doors opened. We exited the elevator and I immediately pushed her back against the wall.

"Lift your skirt," I ordered.

"Can't we go to the apartment and..."

"No! Right here," I demanded. "I've got to check you dressed as instructed."

With a sigh she took hold of her skirt. I stepped back and looked down to watch her pull it up her thighs.

"Higher," I said, looking down.

Paula drew the hem to the top of her thighs, allowing me to spy a little bit of shaven pussy hair.

"Good girl! Where have you put your panties?" I asked, dropping my hand lower.

"In my handbag," she admitted, as I noted her quiver in anticipation at where I was heading.

"Oh that's very slutty of you," I teased, running finger-tips all around her upper thighs, deliberately avoiding her pussy.

"Mmmm," she hummed, ignoring my barb and pulling her skirt higher.

"Are you feeling it Paula, you loose woman. Tell me you're feeling it, or I won't touch where you most desire," I ordered, repeating the movements, causing her to close her eyes.

"Oh dear, oh dear. You know I am. It's not fair. It's too much, out here in the hallway. I'm not like this... I don't do this I, ahhhhhhh," she moaned, her complaints cut short as I cupped her pussy, ensuring the ring settled on swollen lips.

"Yeah... you like it alright Paula. These plump, fleshy lips are a give-away" I teased, gently moving fingers on her. "You're just like all those other cheating wives you know of. The ones you've always looked down your nose at."

"No I'm not," she looked to deny.

"Well, if you're not like them you won't be wet. Let's check then, shall we," I said, easily slipping a finger between her swollen lips and up inside of her.

"Ohhhhh, dear god," she blasphemed.

"Ahh yes, feel that... saturated. An obedient cheating wife, will always arrive to her lover, warm, wet and ready."

"Oh my!" she sobbed, as I moved the finger in her.

"Push your pussy forward, so I can finger fuck you properly."

Still holding her skirt high, Paula slumped lower down the wall and thrust her pelvis forward. I sped up my actions and moved lips to her ear, whispering.

"What a dirty girl you are," I taunted, introducing a second finger. "Panty-less in public, getting felt up against the hallway wall. I'll bet you'll cum in any second. You can't help yourself."

The fact was, I knew full well Paula would soon cum. Every woman did within minutes of my introducing the ring. I sucked on a nipple through her sheer blouse, while aggressively finger fucking the poor woman. In no time Paula Broadbank let out a groan, her pussy pulsating on my fingers.

All I had to do was hold my fingers steady, as she moved her butt erratically about, desperate to milk every last sensation. Eventually, the poor suburban wife and mother began to settle.

"There now. That's what you wanted didn't you?" I told her, removing my fingers.

"Yes."

"You want us to fuck now? Right here against the wall?"

"I feel weak Robert. I have to sit down."

"Ok!" I agreed. "But first you need to suck my fingers clean."

"I'd rather not."

"You've cum all over them Paula. It's only fair that you clean them up, and we're not leaving this hallway until you do," I said, running the two finger-tips along her lips. "C'mon, you've tasted yourself before."

With little choice, Paula opened her mouth. She screwed her face as I slipped my fingers in. I fucked her mouth for a time, until tiring of the game playing.

"C'mon then. Let's get to that apartment."

I led the flustered woman along the hallway, unlocked the door and entered.

"Oh, this is nice," Paula announced, quickly spying the bed in the adjoining room. "Can we go in there?"

"What? Go to bed, under the sheets?"

"Yes, I'd like that."

"But that's how you and Tony do it Paula. In bed, him on top, you underneath, and it's boring."

"I quite like it."

"Ha, ha, I bet you'd like it just about any way right now. You're such a horny bitch," I said.

"Alright then, you decide, but at least let me sit down-a-while," she said, moving to the sofa and sitting.

Paula was already looking flushed and disheveled, but I was of no mind to allow this poor woman to rest. I moved over and stood before her and slowly discarded all my clothing. Paula made no complaint, seemingly mesmerized. The last item was my boxers and when my cock sprang free she swallowed hard. I saw the want return to her eyes. She reached for it.

"Uh uh. Not yet. First unbutton your blouse," I ordered.

Clearly far more comfortable in the confines of the apartment, and desperate for my cock, Paula quickly did as ordered. Those beautiful breasts with their dark red nipples came into view. She didn't remove the blouse, but left it opened, so I didn't demand more. I merely reached down with my ring hand to squeeze each in turn. I then took hold of her hand and placed it on my cock, which had remained rigid from the start. She left it there, unmoving.