The Ring Corrupts Ch. 13 - Tara

I sat back in my office chair, hands behind my head, and considered recent events. The previous day I'd taken Paula to Paul Corrigan's apartment. I'd completely undermined the woman's values and the life she'd been living since marrying boring husband Tony. Formerly compliant with her husband's wishes, Paula was now actively rebelling against them. She'd been disinterested in sex, both in the marriage and most certainly never considered straying outside of it. Now she was transformed into a rampant sex bunny. This extended to the point where she'd agreed for me to pass her on to Stu Ferguson, a man she knew to be a player and serially unfaithful to his wife.

"Poor old Paula," I said, chuckling out loud, not feeling any guilt at my actions.

At that minute my Senior Assistant Vanessa came into my office.

"Mr. Landberry came by earlier. Said he wants to see you in his office at 10am sharp," she announced, causing me to shift from sexual considerations to my career prospects.

Had it not been for Stu providing me with a heads up, I'd have been worried that old Landberry might be about to hand me my notice. Stu had told me I was in for a promotion, and at the appointed time, I walked the short distance with a spring in my step. I knocked and entered to find Mr. Landberry and Anthony Honnis present. Following greetings, Landberry cut to the chase.

"Paul Blackwood's not coming back for some time, if at all. The man's lost the plot and I want you to step up Robert," Lanberry said, as soon as I'd walked through the door.

"Congratulations Rob," Anthony smiled, offering his hand.

"Thanks Anthony and thank you Mr. Landberry. Everything's alright with Paul I hope."

"It's his wife. Got a bun in the oven and not too well right now," he said. "I don't know what they were thinking at their age. Their next youngest child's in his teens and she's about 45 years old. Anyway, that's their business. We have more pressing issues over in Africa."

"Golly! That's some news alright," I replied, with Landberry giving me no time to dwell on it further.

The company owner got Anthony Honnis to outline what Stu Ferguson had already told me. The Chinese were in the process of acquiring mining rights to an area bordering ours in northern Ghana. Rights that Landberry Mining had assumed would, in the course of time, come naturally to our company. I reacted with suitable surprise.

"Typical of those pushy bastards, with their Government backing," my Boss continued. "Well we're not taking it lying down. We need to act. You fly to London tomorrow evening."

"To London?" I questioned.

"Yes! Allan believes the Chinese aren't yet aware that we know what they're up too," Landberry continued, Allan being our man on the ground in Ghana. "He believes you shouldn't turn up back in Ghana and alert them. Personally, I think the untrustworthy African bastard merely wants a holiday in England, but he's our eyes and ears in Ghana, so we have to go with what he says. He'll meet you in London and brief you there. The Brits still hold some sway in Ghana, so we'll have you meet some of our friends, who will give us a hand."

"And we still have Obang on our side," Anthony Honnis offered.

"Ah yes Obang, he should be able to help our cause. We looked after him well," I agreed, recalling how I'd sacrificed poor Emily to the African politician, in order to get him onside.

"What Hotel did you stay at the last time in London Rob?" Honnis asked.

"For the most part I stayed with Wendy, from our office there."

"Ahh yes, Wendy," Landberry interrupted. "Home cooked meals. Phone her and make sure she's able to put you up again. You'll need to speak with Paul Blackwood before you go. Get all his contacts in Ghana off him."

"Will he come in?"

"No, go see him at home, before you go."

I returned to my office and phoned Landberry Mining's London office, got hold of Wendy and arranged to stay at her home once again.

"That'll be much more preferable to a Hotel," I thought.

Then I phoned Paul Blackwood. He congratulated me on my promotion. Said I deserved it and that he could see me if I visited his house around Noon the next day.

I had Emily make arrangements, and later that day she came into my office with travel details and paper-work I'd require on my trip. She wore a slim black skirt and pale blue blouse. While Emily no longer caused my passion to surge in the manner it had back in Africa, looking at her still made me hard. However, the usually bright and bubbly young woman seemed a little downcast this particular afternoon.

"You alright Emily?"

"Not really."

"If there's a problem you'd best close the door and tell me about it."

I waited for her to close the door and return to my desk, where she kept her head down and stood shuffling the papers she'd brought

"Well?" I prompted.

"You know what one of the problems is," Emily said looking up. "Ever since travelling to Africa with you I've been... you know... I told you."

"Horny!"

"Yes," she answered quietly, shaking her head.

"Mike isn't taking care of you."

"I told you, he's trying, but... "

"But it's just not enough, is it," I clarified, guessing Emily had Paula's problem.

Both women had been touched by the ring and become very aroused. I was now in no doubt that this arousal didn't cease. It carried on and became quite a concern for both the woman and for others in their lives.

"Poor Mike," Emily continued. "He's got a good sex drive and was happy at first. Very happy! Now he just can't keep up. I think he's a bit perplexed by my demands."

"You'd like me to do something about your problem right now?" I asked, showing her no sympathy whatsoever.

Emily didn't reply, but remained standing, before glancing to the door.

"My god, the woman's considering it," I thought, waiting a few seconds before she took a deep breath of resignation.

"It's not fair," Emily huffed, walking to the door and locking it. "I can't believe this, it's just that..."

"Just that you're a horny bitch," I taunted, fully aware why she was feeling this way.

"You're not the same as you used to be Rob," she threw back at me, continuing to stand over by the door.

"How so?"

"You're not as nice to me. Not in any way. You used to be a nice guy, and there was never any consideration of sexual relationships between us. Then in Africa you came to my room that night and spoilt all that. Now you're unsympathetic and your remarks cut deep."

"If I'm such a bad man, why'd you just lock my door?" I asked, standing and walking over to where she stood.

"I don't know, it's just... " she continued, lowering her head, clearly in a quandary.

"It's because right now I have what you want," I bragged. "Come over here."

Emily obediently allowed me to lead her to beside my desk. I backed her into it, lifted her chin, pressed my cock firmly onto her stomach and kissed her.

It was long, passionate and Emily entered into it with no hesitancy. When we broke apart, I stepped back and she again dropped her eyes.

"Stop acting coy. If you want it so bad, why don't you get on and undo me. Fetch out what you most desire."

Emily didn't hesitate. She went to my belt, unbuckled it and drew down the zipper. Before my trousers had hit the floor, her hand had gone under the waistband of my boxers and located my hard cock.

She grasped a hold of it, and released a long breath. Her other hand went to the back of my head and she drew me in for a more aggressive kiss. As we continued the poor young wife pulled eagerly on my rod. Eventually we broke apart again.

"I've not even touched you yet. Do I need to check if you're wet?" I asked.

"I'm always wet," she stated mournfully. "I think about it constantly and I'm always ready."

"That's nice for Mike," I said,cruelly mentioning her husband, as I turned her to face my desk.

"Nice for Mike and... " she began, before her voice trailed off.

"And others beside Mike," I asked, with undisguised glee.

"I don't see how that matters, right now."

"Well, I'm not proceeding unless you tell me," I told her, pushing my cock onto her tight black skirt.

"Alright, yes, damn you! There's been others."

"Oh poor Emily. How many?"

"Three, and one's Mike's best friend," she admitted, shaking her head in disbelief over her own unfaithful actions. "At a Barbeque, in our house, while everyone else was outside. I feel so ashamed, but can't stop myself, just like now."

"I know you can't," I agreed. "Unbutton your blouse and lift your bra up off those lovely full tits, which I enjoyed so much in Africa."

Again there was no hesitation. Emily undid the buttons, and wrenched up her lacy blue bra, freeing her breasts. She had youth on her side, and they stood proud, her nipples erect.

"Oh yeah," I crooned, looking over her shoulder, and collecting both up.

This action brought the ring into contact with Emily's skin. She let out a long moan, receiving the sexual hit she'd been craving. Her butt pressed back, moving on me, showing a desire to be mounted. However, I was in no hurry. Her breasts were a firm delight, and I was enjoying them.

"Hmmm, remember in your Hotel room where you gave me a nice titty fuck, and had me cum on your chest," I meanly reminded her.

Emily ignored the comment and pleaded.

"Please Robert. You don't have to warm me up. I'm ready. You know I am."

"Ha ha, I can tell that by the way you're dry humping my rod. Ok then, lift the skirt clear of your butt, and lean over the desk."

The skirt was tight, but Emily was slim and wriggled to easily pull it up, to sit over her butt. As soon as she'd done so, I wrenched down the light blue matching panties, to sit half-way down her thighs. She had a nice thigh gap and I pushed finger-tips through to stroke her nude pussy.

"Ohhh dear god!" she shuddered, as I gently pushed the ring onto swollen lips.

"I'm not even in you yet, and you're going to cum for me. Aren't you Emily?" I asked, which saw her take a deep breath. "Well?"

"Yes I... ohhhhhh," she moaned, as the first one hit her.

As Emily reveled in her orgasm, I pulled down my boxers and freed my cock, directing it to her pussy. I kept the panties at mid-thigh and Emily's legs together. In her heels I only had to lower slightly in order to align us.

I teased her with my cockhead for a time, moving up and down her moist slit, only slowly going deeper. It was torture for Emily. She tried to spread her legs wider, but the panties restrained her. Finally my cockhead slipped deep enough and when she felt it pass her entrance, she thrust back forcefully, taking me in. I laughed out loud at this urgent action.

Despite my laughter, and her first orgasm having barely passed, the feeling of a cock in her pussy saw Emily shudder and moan in delight. To enhance her desire further I returned hands to gather up both breasts, thus ensuring the ring returned to her skin. I roughly massaged the two full globes for a time, and then stood back upright, rested hands on her hips, and allowed her to fully fuck herself on my rod.

I enjoyed this sight, allowing her to continue for a time. All the while continuous orgasms swept through her. Finally, desiring to cum myself, I leaned back and jack-hammered in, sending ripples across her butt cheeks. In this manner we continued our copulation for a few minutes more, until I slammed fully in, relaxed, and allowed cum to surge up my shaft.

My orgasm was as intense and extended as ever, and I growled my way through it. Emily, now in the final throws of multiple orgasms slumped exhausted onto my desk.

I withdrew, slapped my cock on her bare ass, took hold of her panties and jerked them up back into place. I bent to pull up my boxers and trousers, then moved to sit back down. Emily remained where she was, so I pulled the chair forward and bent my head towards hers.

"That was nice thanks Emily. You're a great fuck. Mike's best mate is a lucky man."

"And you're a prick," she shot back at me, standing up, providing me a final look at those very lovely assets.

"How come you're no longer concerned about me cumming inside of you?" I enquired, as she donned her bra. "It was such a big deal in Africa."

"Because that's my other problem," Emily continued, dropping her skirt back into place. "I've missed my period."

"So you're late."

"I'm never late Robert, I'm pregnant," she stated bluntly, now donning her blouse.

"Oh, really! Well, that is a problem," I stated, genuinely surprised by this announcement. "Hopefully the child's your husbands."

"Yes... hopefully. Because if it's not... it could be black."

"Ha, ha, yes, that's right... or one of your husband's friends," I offered, unhelpfully.

"No I've only gone with them recently. The dates mean it's either Mikes or the African's, because you didn't cum inside me that night... did you?" Emily asked, looking intently at me.

"I don't think so," I lied, offering her no solace. "It might well be Obang. He seemed a virile sort, and you admitted to being particularly giving that night. How many times was it?"

"It's not funny Robert, and the reason I stayed the night with Obang and was so... giving, was because of how you prepped me in his bathroom beforehand. I don't like you; I know longer respect you, but when you touch me... oh my god... it's like a drug. A drug that's ruined my life."

"You seem to derive plenty of sexual satisfaction from this so called drug Emily. In addition, you're about to score a twenty percent pay-rise for taking one for the company with Obang that night. Don't forget that. Plus, you told me you thoroughly enjoyed yourself, taking that big black cock inside you multiple times. So don't come crying to me saying you've somehow been corrupted."

"Yeah, corrupted, that's how it feels," she continued, now having fully dressed herself. "I feel as if I've been corrupted... by you."

"Well, you look corrupted. You look like you've been fucked silly. Go to the bathroom and sort yourself out. Then you can go home early, don your sexiest negligee, and get ready for your husband. Let him fuck you a couple of times and then hope for the best."

"You just don't care, do you?" she spat at me, unlocking the door.

"No!"

The fact was I didn't care. Had Emily come to me six months previous, with an issue in her life, I'd have empathized and looked to help her solve the problem. Not now, even though I was fully aware that I was the cause of her issue. I started looking through the documents she'd brought me, and Emily and her problem were immediately forgotten. Such was the new Robert Dean.

When I arrived home that evening, the house was empty. I'd had no word from my wife, who was ostensibly off caring for her sister. However, I was fully aware that she was in fact carrying on an affair with Howard Jensen, her friend Lauren's ex-husband. Our older daughter lived with her boyfriend and worked in another city, while Adele was with her friend Tara at an afternoon barbeque, they'd told me about the previous day.

I knew the barbeque would evolve into a drunken teenage party, but I wouldn't admonish her. Along with feeling little concern for other people's problems, all paternal instinct had gone. I no longer cared. The ring I wore on my finger now saw me almost totally focused on myself and having sex. Worse, I continued to look at my daughter in a manner which no father should view his daughter. I knew this was also the rings influence. While it still worried me, it concerned me far less than it had some months previously.

I had a swim and then donned a T-shirt and some silk shorts. I made dinner and settled down in front of TV. I thought of calling my wife, or at least texting to say I was leaving for Africa the next day. However, the thought of her in bed with Howard Jensen merely made me angry, so I didn't act on this thought. Interestingly thinking of Penny also made me hard and I considered going out to a bar and touching some random woman with the ring. I'd done this any number of times previously, but decided against it this time.

Around 11pm I heard a car pull up, a commotion outside, and then the front door open. I got up and went to find my daughter slumped between her boyfriend Alex and friend Tara. They were all dressed in shorts and T-Shirts, so I assumed they'd been partying since mid-afternoon.

"Sorry Mr. Dean. Adele had too much sun," Tara said.

"Yeah, really sorry Mr. Dean," Alex added. "I'm not sure what happened."

"Sun and liquor, I should say, Alex," I observed dryly. "You're all only 18, and those parents shouldn't have let you get so drunk."

"They weren't home," Tara admitted in her usual honest manner. "We'll get her straight up to bed."

"Yeah, fine," I offered.

Previously I'd have given them all a long lecture about responsibility and the like. Now I just didn't care, merely giving a dismissive gesture with my hand and turning back to the television.

I sat back down, letting Tara and Alex struggle to get Adele up the stairs. The sight of the two young women, had immediately roused the interest of the ring and now I grew rock hard. Wearing nothing under by yellow silk shorts, I gripped my cock, stroking myself. The silk running on my cock felt good and I continued until I heard Alex coming back down the stairs. He was clearly not wanting to linger with his drunk girlfriend's father.

"She's all settled up there now Mr. Dean. I'm sorry about her getting sick like that."

"You gonna drive Alex?" was all I replied, moving two hands to cover my erection.

"Nah, I got someone picking me up. Bye!" he said, fleeing out the door.

I returned my hand to my cock and sat there with the TV going. I couldn't concentrate, my mind constantly moving to the two young women upstairs. With her friend passed out and being aware there was no one else in the house, I was confident Tara would come back down. Even though I'd not touched her with the ring since that night in the pantry, she'd since made it clear she couldn't get me off her mind.

"Just like poor Paula and Emily," I thought.

We'd been interrupted that time in the pantry, and it had not gone as far as I'd intended. She'd been a virgin at that point, but had since told me that was no longer the case. It made no difference, with the ring continuing to find the 18-year-old highly desirable.

In true Tara style, she didn't make a bold entrance. She was very quiet, but despite facing away I felt her presence, because the ring reacted. My cock twitched and I shifted in my seat, but left her standing in the shadows for a time before speaking.

"I thought you'd come back down," I eventually announced, without looking around.

"Is that ok?" she asked, now walking around and into my line of sight.

I was delighted to see Tara now dressed only in a pair of panties and the T-shirt she'd had on earlier. While not long, her legs were tanned and toned, and I could see she wore no bra underneath the T-shirt. It was inappropriate and a clear invitation.

"Is Adele alright up there?"

"We've put her in the recovery position... for if she throws up. She should be Ok... it's not the first time..."

"I know it's not," I replied, aware of my daughters propensity for alcohol. "You want to sit a while?"

"Thanks, that'd be nice," she replied smiling, walking around to share my sofa.

Tara sat at the far end, tucked one foot under her and left the other foot on the floor. I could tell she'd been to the bathroom before coming down. Her full lips had fresh lipstick and her hair was brushed. However, her eyes looked glazed.

"You been drinking as well, Tara?"

"Only a little. They wanted me to drive, so they could all drink."

"You often do that?"

"Yeah. My friends just use me really... but I don't mind. They're fun to be around."

"You think Jake used you as well?"