What Harvey Did

A Couple of Hours Ago

Harvey stormed out of his suite, earning a few curious looks through the open door of Fiona’s penthouse. Those gathered in Suite 802 further leaned their heads toward the door as Dalton rushed out of Suite 801, too.

“Where are you going?” Dalton called after Harvey.

“To make somebody pay!” he growled his reply.

"Harv, don't do anything rash," Dalton warned before giving up. He'd seen his longtime family friend angry like this before. All he could hope for was that Harvey didn't screw up too badly.

Inside the elevator, Harvey slammed the button for the ground floor with his palm. Then, pacing around in the small space, he held back the urge to punch or kick a wall. Instead, he furiously vowed to get payback for his friends.

“Spy on me? Fine! I can handle it,” Harvey spoke aloud to his invisible enemy. “Slander Bridget’s name while dragging her kids into the mix. Then, we gotta fucking problem. Attack Dewey because he’s the mayor? Yeah, I guess that’s politics. But homophobic smears and lurid allegations against him? We got a bigger fucking problem. And fabricating corruption charges against Clive? I’m going to give you an epic fucking!”

DING

The elevator opened on the 3rd Floor, revealing Gino Baccaro and Jana Furness. They both glanced around the elevator as if looking for another person. That made Harvey feel a bit embarrassed, as they likely heard his shouted threat when the elevator stopped on the floor. Masking his rage, the older man **** an awkward smile on his face as he greeted his ex-girlfriend’s son and his fiancée.

“Um, hello. How’s your New Year’s going?”

“Uh, fine. How about yours?” Gino replied awkwardly.

He’d long heard about Harvey and his sex-obsessed brain from his mother. The man had served as a warning to Gino as an example of what not to become. And to Brynn, as the type of boyfriend to avoid. Yet, his grandparents and aunts seemed to like Mr. Diamond. That left the young man confused.

“Lovely dress,” Harvey said politely to Jana.

“Thank you. I like your tux,” she said about his white tuxedo.

However, Gino didn’t like the known playboy and alleged womanizer checking out his fiancée’s dress. Reflexively, he wrapped an arm around Jana’s waist, pulling her closer to his side for protection. Usually, Harvey would feel hurt by such a gesture. Not right now, as he worked to come up with a way to strike back at Rusk and Laffont.

DING

Reaching the main floor, Havey let the newly engaged couple leave the elevator first. That’s when his fury bubbled up again. Storming off the elevator, he began to scan the guests loitering around the lobby before swinging toward the employees' section of the Witzler.

Yet, before he could stomp down the hall, a pair of huge breasts stopped him in his tracks. Instinctively, Harvey’s gaze lowered and locked in on those glorious globes, which threatened to burst out of the pink dress that encased them.

“Happy New Year, Harvey!” Jillian Gibble greeted, slightly bouncing on her toes after her own abrupt stop.

Harvey muttered a greeting in reply while his brain envisioned all the wonderful things he could do to the baker’s mounds. Coupled with his own love of baking delicious treats, Harvey imagined dotting Jillian’s sugar tits with sprinkles before licking the frosting off them.

“--can’t thank you enough,” Jillian continued, knocking Harvey from his daydream.

“I’m sorry, I spaced out there for a second. Probably the ****,” Harvey joked, covering for the real reason.

“Perfectly understandable,” Jillian tittered, showing off her several consumed drinks. “I just wanted to thank you for your generous hospitality toward Joanne. It sounds like she found more fun than expected.”

Joanne? Who the hell is Joanne? Oh! JoJo!

“Not at all. JoJo hasn’t been any difficulty,” Harvey replied, catching the last part of the mother’s comment. “I’m happy that you’re not upset. I wasn’t able to be much of a chaperone because of events. And I understand that JoJo–”

“Oh, Harvey, you kill me!” Jillian laughed, leaning in and unintentionally rubbing a very large breast against his arm. “No one would ever expect you to chaperone their teenager. If anything, I’m just thrilled that JoJo became a woman with a friend in a safe place.”

“Um, you're welcome?” Harvey replied, starting to wonder if this interaction might head someplace memorable. Wait, no! Jillian is a happily married woman. And we do plenty of catering business for visiting clients. And I don’t screw married women. Cordelia was an exception.

“Say, have you seen JoJo recently? I’ve been looking all over for her as the weather is forcing Paddy to work overtime. I’m going to need to prepare him for the big news,” Jillian explained.

“Well, I can’t help you with either. I haven’t seen JoJo lately, and I always knew Whitney’s day would come sooner than most girls her age.”

That minor comment caused Jillian to roar with more laughter before she walked off.

Harvey stood watching her curvy ass before shaking his head out of its funk. Then, internally cursing himself for getting distracted from ****, he turned and weaved his way through the interior hallways of the hotel.

I should head back to the lobby and find out where Eddie scurried off to. But punching him in public is not the brightest idea. Plus, I doubt Eddie’s smart enough to plan any of this. It’s either his father or brother-in-law. Cyril has to be involved. He just has to be! Rusk is a weak link as well. He’s such a pompous buffoon that he’ll reveal his plan in a boast if egged on.

Nearing the restrooms, Harvey realized he wore a scowl when an unwanted woman commented on it.

“What’s wrong, Harv? Did a teeny-bopper laugh off your advances 'cause you’re an old man?” Kimberly challenged, causing several other ball-goers to gasp or giggle.

Sensing Harvey wasn’t going to acknowledge her presence, the platinum blonde stepped forward to partially block his way. Harvey responded by raising his hand to push her forehead back gently and out of his path.

“Fuck off, Kim. Or I’ll explain in detail to your friends about your cheating whore ways.”

“Nice try, asshole! Nobody believes that.” Kimberly scrambled to lie in front of her former classmates.

See red when he entered the ballroom from the back entrance, Harvey’s eyes immediately found a delightful red sight. A lovely vision with a blonde bob, green eyes, medium-sized breasts, and a toned ass was poured into a mid-length red dress. Instinctively, Harvey’s gaze landed on the cleavage barred by the plunging front.

Ah! Miranda didn’t look happy with Orrin’s announcement or behavior at dinner. I bet if prodded, she’ll give up what she knows.

With purpose in his steps, Harvey made a beeline toward Orrin’s wife.

“We need to talk.”

The declaration pulled Miranda out of the conversation with her niece.

“Gee, I wonder why,” the blonde replied sarcastically before sending her niece off. “I knew nothing of his plan. I swear, Harvey. I’d never do that to Rachel and Clive. And I’ve always liked Dwight. He’s a popular regular at the restaurant. And I’d never, ever ruin Cassie’s night because of my asshole husband’s ambitions.”

“Tell me what you do know,” Harvey growled before softening his tone. “Please?”

“Not here,” Miranda said, glancing around.

“Gawd, you’re even a better kisser than last time,” Miranda moaned, her back arcing against the table.

“I’m better at everything than I was the last time,” Harvey countered. Although for the life of him, he couldn’t remember how far they went during their last time.

Harvey had no intention of fucking Miranda when they left the ballroom, nor did he think she planned to do so either. The pair has merely slipped away to find a private place to talk. However, it started to feel sexual as they discussed locations and how not to be seen together before splitting up. Miranda had shot down the idea of slipping off to a supply closet or one of their suites for that reason. With unlimited access to the Witzler, Harvey had suggested one of the second-floor conference rooms. Upon agreement, he’d gone up first, leaving the first empty room’s door open a crack.

Small talk led to a discussion about Orrin’s maneuvers. Miranda’s obvious dissatisfaction and feelings of betrayal by her husband brought tears. She poured her heart out about how Orrin shifted over the years into a control freak toward his family, especially Aurora.

Moving close to console the distraught woman, Harvey sought to reassure her of her independent successes, especially her restaurant, The Orchard. While pointing out that Orrin shouldn’t treat such a lovely wife that way, Miranda initiated the first kiss. Then came the second, third, and fourth.

“OOHHH! Don’t make me regret not going further last time even more,” Miranda groaned.

An electric surge ran down her spine as Harvey’s lips shifted over to her neck.

“That’s probably my fault. I was quite drunk at Kimberly’s graduation party,” Harvey admitted truthfully. His mouth moved to kiss around the side of her neck gently while his hand slid through the dress’s plunge to scoop up a medium-sized breast.

"Me too," Miranda revealed, throwing her head back at the incredible sensations.

Pulling away from the married woman, Harvey momentarily cursed. Her deepening breathing and his hardened member meant this was headed in only one direction. The course that would lead him to break his rule about married women for the second time tonight.

“Turn around,” Harvey ordered, causing Miranda to appear confused. “I don’t want to ruin your sexy dress.”

Miranda's childlike excitement and scramble to turn around brought a chuckle from him. Two decades ago, Harvey had worked hard to avoid this moment from happening while sober. He knew as a young man that teenage crushes on him could lead to tears and broken hearts, as he wasn't interested in a relationship after his one with Bev crashed and burned. However, circumstances change, and Miranda isn't a mostly inexperienced teen.

“I’m surprised that Orrin let you leave the house in such a revealing dress,” Harvey commented. “It’s not the look that his campaign would want.”

He showed proper respect as he picked up the pooled garment from the floor and moved to place it over a conference chair in a spot where it wouldn’t get soiled. While he performed that chore, Miranda stayed leaning over the end of the long conference table.

"He didn't want me to. Now I suspect one of the reasons." Miranda's eyes hungrily followed Harvey back to a spot directly behind her. "But I know when and how to pick my battles. It's his fault for not arriving with me. It's not like he can send me back upstairs to change at a hotel during such a high-profile event."

While the accomplished chef talked, Harvey examined tonight's meal. He felt a little surprised that she wore a bra, as it hadn't appeared so. Still, it turned out to be a tiny shelf bra that she used to prop up her medium-sized tits. Wasting no time, Harvey unhooked the undergarment, tossing it forward until it stopped halfway across the oval table. Next, he slid a pair of delicate red panties down a couple of silky smooth legs. Harvey didn't toss this piece aside. Instead, he slipped it into his pocket as a souvenir.

Miranda turned around, blushing as her old crush’s eyes surveyed her nakedness.

“Maybe the urban legends are true about something being in the honey,” Harvey joked, easing the tension he could see on the married woman’s face. “You look delicious.”

“And I want another taste of this,” Miranda declared, reaching to undo his pants. “Fuck me! I didn’t embellish its size in my dreams over all these years.”

“Honestly, I’ve never been sure about how far we actually went due to all that beer. Sometimes I wondered if I dreamed everything we did,” Harvey admitted, worried about how she’d take it.

“Have you dreamed of me often?” Miranda’s hopeful expression sent her age back over twenty years. She beamed with joy after Harvey politely smiled in response. “I’ve kicked myself for years for being too scared to do more than an occasional lick during the handjob.”

Harvey felt relieved that they did so little in the bedroom at Kimberly's high school graduation party. If they had done more and he'd forgotten, then he would've felt like a real piece of shit. Lost in his thoughts about the past, it only then dawned on Harvey that Miranda stared at his cock in veneration.

“It’s okay; it won’t bite. I bet it even remembers you.”

“It’s so big,” Miranda remarked, licking her lips.

“Bigger than Orrin,” Harvey asked smugly; he couldn’t help it.

The only response came from a roll of those green eyes and a comment about what did he think.

“Suck it; suck it like you always wanted,” Harvey egged on.

“I…I don’t know if I can get this in me.”

“Don’t worry. Everyone thinks that at first.”

As a culinary school-trained chef, Miranda wasn't the type to just gobble up or inhale a meal. No, it needed to be savored, and it appeared she'd transferred that mentality to other aspects of her life.

Extending her tongue, she touched the throbbing tip of the cock. Despite having performed this act years ago, it felt like their first contact. With that initial line crossed, Miranda licked down underneath the thick shaft until she reached his heavy, cum-filled balls. She surprised Harvey by spending a long ninety seconds exploring his testicles. He doubted that Orrin liked his wife acting so dirtily in bed, and he'd be right.

One benefit of having a slutty best friend in Annette came from the stories she told.

Although she mostly stayed loyal to her husband, Annette had plenty of experiences before slipping on a wedding ring. She often enthralled her fellow cheerleaders with lurid blow-by-blow accounts of her trysts while at their Honey Hollow High cafeteria table. Running the business side of The Orchard, Mrs. Baris missed her true calling. Miranda often teased how her friend could make a mint writing smutty romance novels. But her retelling those past exploits caused Miranda to know precisely how she wanted Harvey.

Licking all the way back up again, Miranda moved her head up and down as her tongue swirled around the enormous pole. Her technique actually impressed Harvey, which was saying something.

“Impressive; most impressive,” Harvey praised, feeling the need to do so.

"I…It's been a while since I gave a—I've never—with anyone else since Orrin, in case you thought…." Miranda stammered to explain that she'd never cheated on her husband until now.

“I never thought otherwise,” Harvey said soothingly, reaching down to caress her cheek. “Now, show me what Orrin’s missed out on.”

Snorting at the distaste she felt for her husband right now, the blonde parted her lips, pushing forward over the large cockhead. Knowing to keep still from experience, Harvey let his new lover widen her jaw as she took in more and more of his thickness.

Inch after inch stretched Miranda’s mouth. Eventually, she reached her limit with still plenty to go. A moan/groan combination reverberated around his member at her failure. Pulling back, a loud pop sounded as she freed her mouth from the fat head.

“I–I don’t know how much more I can take,” Miranda admitted, sounding ashamed of her effort.

"As I said, don't worry; you can do better. You're just rusty. Don't blame yourself; blame Orrin," Harvey stated, knowing precisely how to light a fire inside her.

Nodding as if Bridget had just ordered another try at a cheer routine, Miranda began to flick and flutter her tongue around the thick tip. Moving a hand to hold the pole steady, she began to sink her lips down further over the shaft. Sucking hard, she barely got past her previous point before pulling off again.

"Dammit! I can't do it," the blonde cheater whined, leaning back to look up at her old crush. Then, almost as if a lightbulb went off in her head, she knew the way. "You do it."

"What?" Harvey questioned in disbelief.

“Make me take it. Fuck my mouth,” Miranda said in a combination of pleading and sluttiness.

“You sure? Well, okay, just remember you asked for this.” Harvey briefly had an inkling that maybe a part of Miranda liked to be dominated or controlled. It would explain certain aspects of her marriage.

With that warning, Harvey rested a hand on her head. That firm hand next pulled her mouth down on his homewrecking member. Despite asking for it, Miranda's eyes shot up in surprise as she got shoved down farther. This time, it felt more massive as she had zero control.

Staring down at the remaining amount of the shaft under her eyes, Miranda suppressed a moan as best as she could when she felt the thick head hit the back of her throat. Unfortunately, that turned out to be the wrong move, as it caused her to gag loudly.

Harvey immediately pulled her off his dick. Any worry remained unspoken at the lust-filled expression on Miranda’s face.

“Again!” she ordered.

Harvey complied, yanking her down onto him again. On this attempt, his lover moaned on the **** descent, causing him to shiver at her throat’s vibrations. Miranda made it three times with Harvey manipulating her head down until his cock hit the back of her throat. The third time proved to be the unlucky charm as she coughed on his cock again.

“Bastard!” Miranda cursed, confusing Harvey for a second. “I can do better.”

Taking the initiative, her lips slipped over his shaft's head and top portion more easily. Sucking hard, a hand reached down to pump the post. Now the dominant half, Miranda took control, setting a slow and deliberate pace up and down the increasingly slippery pole.

Up and down, Miranda bobbed her head slowly, causing Harvey to groan at the feel and the slow pace. Then, placing a hand on her head again, he sought to speed the blowjob up. Only this time, the blonde slapped his hand away.

“No! Bad Harvey,” Miranda scolded.

With an amused expression, Harvey raised his hands as if to say okay. He loved the shift in personalities as the chef turned fiery. Bit of a dual personality with this one. I love it!

Almost as if shifting back to her teenage days and a wish deep down inside her to compete with Annette, Miranda swirled her tongue around the massive shaft wildly. Renewing eye contact with Harvey, she turned almost manic on his cock.

Once subtle tongue swipes turned sloppy and uncontrolled. Gentle sucks flicked to Hooverish mode, leading to hollow sunken-in cheeks. And the deliberate pace that frustrated Harvey a few minutes ago shifted gears into overdrive. Even Harvey pondered for a second if he could’ve moved her head up and down on his cock at such a rapid, consistent rate.

Slurps, moans, smacks, and groans echoed around the conference room.

Then, with one hand holding her personal dildo steady, the cheating wife dropped the other down to those full balls. Aggressively, she pawed and groped those babymaking engines. What she sought started to bubble up before Harvey put an end to it.

“Not like that,” he remarked, taking her hand off his testicle.

However, in Miranda’s frenzied state, his words or actions didn't register. Rather than stop, her hand darted back to cup a ball. That **** Harvey to wrap his hand around a wrist. He used the other one to forcefully extract his cock from the clinging mouth.

“No! There is no cheating. I cum when I’m ready,” Harvey lectured sternly, wagging a finger at the lust-crazy lady.

“But I want you to last when we fuck,” Miranda whined, sounding almost like an addict.

“Assume the position,” Harvey commanded with a twirling motion.

The blonde understood precisely what he wanted. Miranda scrambled around so fast that she stumbled before righting herself. Placing each palm on the conference table, Miranda knocked two rolling chairs aside as she luridly spread her legs.

The moment her old crush's huge cock touched her pussy's outer lips, Miranda shuddered in pleasure. The moment she had dreamed about ever since laying her eyes on Bridget's older sister's boyfriend as a teenager was about to happen.

Curious if Miranda would be more submissive in this position, Harvey opted to slam in hard from behind.

"Ooooooohhhhhhhhhhh!" Miranda moaned loudly.

The first penetration that fully converted her into a cheater felt intoxicating and mind-blowing. So much so that Miranda had to ask if this was what all cheating felt like.

“No. It’s because you’re with Big Dick Diamond,” Harvey boasted, pulling back before issuing another powerful thrust. Then, he referred to her previous worry about his coming too soon. “And I can do this all day.”

“No one gave you permission to hold a press conference on my property or the right to erect a stage,” Dalton roared, slamming his palm against the desk.

His eyes briefly flickered to the door as Harvey entered his office.

“It was a tiny thing. One could hardly call it a stage,” Orrin defended, glancing over at the new arrival.

Harvey scanned Dalton's main Witzler office. Dalton's nephew, Sinclair, immediately frowned at him. He'd inherited his dislike of the Diamonds from his father. Next, Harvey saw a man and a woman he didn't know, although the woman looked vaguely familiar.

Ah, I bet that's Marion Gladstone. Willow introduced me to a few Gladstones way back in the day. What the—I know Michael Lintz didn't attend the ball. Whitney can't stand his daughter; she would've complained left and right about the cheerleader's presence.

“Tiny?! You'd better pray I don’t sue you for all the damage, Rusk!” Dalton bellowed. “And they’ll likely be unanswered prayers. Let’s see how that helps your campaign.”

“Now, let’s not be hasty, Pierce. Any lawsuit against me can easily be spun as part of a scheme to help Dunkley and Stratton’s campaigns,” Orrin proclaimed. One could see him literally puffing out his chest at the threat.

Standing in the corner, Graham's eyes widened as he recognized the murderous expression on his brother's face. But, unfortunately, he reacted too slowly in this situation.

“Harv…”

“What’s your problem, Harvey?” Orrin challenged, noticing the other man's approach.

Reaching out, Harvey grabbed one of Orrin’s hands before pushing a piece of wet, delicate fabric into the palm.

“Come after my friends and find the fuck out, Rusk,” Harvey declared, already turning around to march out of the room.

Orrin appeared bewildered at first, nearly dropping the item until he looked down. His confused expression remained for a significant time until the owner of the panties dawned on him.

Dalton and Graham knew nearly instantly. They immediately considered the ramifications before entering damage control mode.

Present-time

"I immediately regretted the panty move," Harvey admitted. "It was a stupid thing to do, and it's going to cause Miranda trouble. I guess my shame is why I wanted to leave so fast. But I just got so furious about what they're doing to Clive and Dewey. So now, I feel like a total heel."

“Yeah, it was a dick move. A major one,” Whitney agreed, still on her knees below her father. Then, she reached up to grab his rock-hard cock. “But you do have a big dick, so I guess your dick moves would be huge, Dad.”

“You’re so sweet, pumpkin,” Harvey replied sarcastically, shivering at his daughter’s touch.

“How many times did you make Mrs. Rusk cum?”

“Three,” Harvey replied. Then, seeing his daughter shake her head in disappointment while wagging her finger at his dick, he protested. “I didn’t have much time, pumpkin!”

“So what did Rory’s mom end up telling you?” Whitney inquired, forcing her gaze back up at his face.

“Uh, nothing much. She thought Orrin was planning to buy a dealership in another town. Besides that, I, um, got caught up in the moment and distracted,” he admitted. “That’s another reason why I feel so guilty.”

“You do get easily distracted by sex, Dad. Which is good because I’m here to distract you from that guilt,” Whitney announced before enveloping his cock with her mouth.