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Her Husband's Boss
By Anonymous (address withheld)
Originally published by TheEditor

***

His long, purple-veined penis jutted out of the opening 
in his grey flannel trousers and began to rise stiffly 
up below his slight paunch as he stood at the back of 
his desk staring down at his mistress's white, cream-
like contours, displayed nakedly before him... (Mdom/F, 
F/beast, reluc, work)

***

 Chapter 1

Maxwell Alexander eased back in his plush desk chair 
and swung around toward the massive grey-tinted window 
behind him. Only two weeks ago, he had been able to 
gaze down unblinkingly through the golden May sunlight 
to the traffic-clogged Los Angeles intersection five 
stories below, but summer had come scorching in on the 
heels of spring and now the air shimmered with heat and 
a hazy blinding glare. The sky seemed to drop down 
suddenly thick with smog, like a stifling shroud over 
the sprawling city. 

The newspapers had been reporting that the level of air 
pollution was critical and had already reached the 
danger point twice during the past week. As usual, the 
papers had blamed it on the complexes of heavy industry 
that surrounded the city and editorial writers were 
crying out for more stringent anti-pollution measures.

With an impatient snort, Max turned his chair back 
around toward his broad mahogany desk and picked up the 
latest copy of New World Steel, Alexander Steel 
Company's bi-weekly magazine. He grinned perniciously 
at the striking cover photograph that met his gaze -- a 
shapely, long-legged blonde sunbathing next to a 
sparkling bright blue river with a few gleaming white 
smoke-stacks rising over the trees in the background, 
gently puffing out pale balls of smoke into the 
unsullied sky. 

The caption read: "Pollution -- What's All the Fuss 
About?" Even though the picture had been taken months 
ago, it still amused him to think of how he had been 
keen enough to take advantage of a steelworkers' strike 
to scrub down those smoke-stacks and then burn tons of 
newsprint in the huge furnaces to produce that 
innocent-looking white smoke.

The "clear blue stream" had been a bit more of a 
problem, considering the sulfurous waste that was being 
constantly dumped into the river by the steel mill, 
but, just as the photographer had said, "There's 
nothing you can't do with the right camera filters, and 
good equipment." Sure, it had been expensive and time-
consuming, but hell, he thought smugly, it was well 
worth it. It was exactly this kind of clever, creative 
thinking that kept him in his position as president, 
and major stockholder, of Alexander Steel, the booming 
company that his uncle Morton Alexander had founded.

Yes, he mused proudly as he chewed off the end of one 
of his expensive Havana cigars, he deserved every 
damned Wing he had ever got. After all, it had taken 
him years to reach his present position, and by God, he 
had had to scheme and connive, in ways that few people 
could really appreciate, to gain control of this 
industrial empire. In a rare moment of humility, he 
found himself thanking the gods of fate that he had 
become so thoroughly successful, had become a man who 
was wealthy and powerful enough to avoid the 
unpleasantness of the smoggy Los Angeles summer by 
remaining safely ensconced in the comfort of his 
lavishly-decorated, air-conditioned office.

Puffing reflectively on the lighted cigar, he flipped 
through the glossy magazine to the pages that outlined 
Alexander Steel's profits for the last fiscal quarter. 
Though he knew every figure by heart, he could not help 
but let out a low, satisfied chuckle at the sight of 
the marked increases in orders and profits that would 
make him and the other stockholders many millions of 
dollars richer this year. 

In the ten years that Max had worked under his aging 
uncle, Morton Alexander, he had learned the business 
well, so well that the old man had had almost no choice 
but to promote his enterprising nephew up to a vice-
presidency, the position of power from which Max had 
gradually taken complete control of the company. That 
had been almost five years ago, Max recalled 
nostalgically, and the promotion had been Uncle 
Morton's single grave mistake in an otherwise brilliant 
business career.

Max never tired of remembering the details of his 
relentless climb to power and wealth. Because of his 
nephew's extraordinary business sense, the usually 
shrewd old uncle had tended to ignore Max's occasional 
unscrupulousness and the new vice-president's obvious 
impatience with ideas that ran contrary to his own. Max 
had a tendency to interpret everything around him in 
terms of dollars and cents in his own pocket, which 
after all, the old man thought, might be a good thing 
from a stockholder's standpoint. 

At first, the younger man's trenchant greediness about 
business matters had disturbed Uncle Morton a little, 
and the aging steel magnate would be tense and shrill 
after a few hours around him. But gradually, Morton 
Alexander learned to relax around his eager nephew and 
had come to regard the young man's impatience and 
demands as nothing more than healthy ambition.

Cautiously, and then with less care, the uncle had 
started to accept Max's advice on crucial new issues 
concerning important company policies and had 
eventually entrusted him with the handling of entire 
projects without feeling the necessity to oversee them 
or examine the end results of his power-hungry nephew's 
administrative efforts. Ultimately, with a great surge 
of confidence that Max would be able to work even more 
effectively with additional responsibility, the old 
chief executive had brushed aside the violent protests 
of the other board members and had seen to it that his 
ambitious junior relative was elevated to a full vice-
presidency.

That had been the beginning of the end for Uncle 
Morton. He had sown the seeds of his own downfall as 
the reigning head of Alexander Steel Company.

It had been only a matter of time until, little by 
little, Max had thoroughly usurped his uncle's power 
and had phased the older man out of the company 
altogether with only a comfortable token pension and a 
relatively insignificant vote as a minor stockholder. 
The other executives who had been troublemakers in 
Max's eyes -- the ones who had been foolish enough to 
show any opposition to his ruthless rose to the 
presidency and full command of the company -- had been 
forced into either complete administrative slavery or 
dishonorable resignation with a bare minimum of 
compensation for their years of service with Alexander 
Steel. 

One by one, the vacant posts had been filled with fresh 
personnel that the new dictator had screened personally 
-- a staff of people who filled all the necessary 
qualifications and were willing to accept low starting 
salaries with promises of handsome incomes in the 
future if they somehow managed to meet his high 
expectations of them in their various fields.

No one had been able to stop Max from having his way as 
the president of the big corporation, and he knew that 
there was not a single employee who could justifiably 
criticize his effectiveness as a businessman -- if one 
of them should even dare to think of criticizing him. 
As merciless and underhanded as he often was with other 
rival companies, and sometimes with his own customers, 
he had built Alexander Steel's quarterly profits up to 
all-time record highs. 

Even more impressive at least as far as the employees 
were concerned, he had introduced incentive programs 
through which everyone, from an ordinary laborer to a 
vice-president, could earn attractive bonuses if they 
were able to fulfill the production and sales quotas 
that he had posted on bulletin boards as being "Normal 
Standards," but which veterans of the industry 
considered beyond the capabilities of the huge plant as 
well as beyond the range of the available market. 
Nevertheless, sales and production continued to soar 
and, occasionally, much to the surprise of the company 
skeptics, Max's secretaries posted bonus lists 
throughout the plant.

In short, Max Alexander was an undeniable success in 
the world of business and, moreover, he enjoyed his 
position far too much to feel the smallest pang of 
remorse for anything he had had to do to become what he 
was. To the contrary, he often found himself almost 
wishing that he had not gained the pinnacle of his 
career quite so rapidly and completely... that there 
was still some challenge left in his life. Ironically, 
Max's knack for organization had made the company 
operate so efficiently that there was little for him to 
do now but count up the profits and amuse himself with 
an occasional new project -- such as New World Steel, 
the company magazine that now lay before him on the 
desk.

The magazine, which had started out as a half-hearted 
effort to keep up with production trends started by 
other large companies, had become Max's pride and joy, 
an attractive, glossy testament to the success of 
Alexander Steel... and it's president! The ruggedly 
handsome middle-aged executive thumbed proudly through 
the smart little publication, nodding in pleased 
agreement with everything that his young editor Henry 
Cummings, had included so far. It had taken Max a good 
while to clear all the fancy intellectual notions out 
of the recent college graduate's head, but finally he 
had trained the boy satisfactorily.

The magazine was exactly as Max wanted it now, packed 
with colorful photographs of new plants and operations 
as well as busty, well-shaped girls to keep the 
stockholders interested in the meat of the articles. 
Yes, young Cummings was certainly coming along and, if 
he continued to remember who was buttering his bread, 
the boy might possibly have a brilliant future at 
Alexander Steel.

Max turned another page of the publication and suddenly 
the expression of smug-faced complacency began to fade 
from his craggy features. Below the thick mass of 
greying brown hair, the fifty-three year-old 
executive's face darkened and his broad chest began to 
heave beneath his expensively-tailored shirt and suit 
jacket until his appearance was that of a lion on the 
verge of roaring out its fury. On the desk before him 
the magazine lay open at its last page, the headline of 
which read: "A Message from Max"...

"Goddammit, Cummings, where's my picture?" the enraged 
bull-like man bellowed out in his spacious office. "How 
in the hell could you forget that?"

Then, remembering that the palatial office had been 
thoroughly soundproofed as a result of his own orders, 
and that no one but he could hear his indignant fury, 
he rose quickly from his chair and leaned over the 
highly-polished expanse of desk to jab impatiently at 
the buzzer that signaled his receptionist in the next 
room. His tall, still-muscular frame seemed even more 
ominous than usual as he bent over the call-box, 
punching his forefinger brutally down on the button 
until a red light suddenly lit up on the console.

"Yes -- yes, Mr. Alexander," a nervous female voice 
finally chimed in from the speaker on the machine. "I-I 
was just away from my desk for a minute..."

The girl's obvious terror pleased Max in his sour mood 
and he found himself smiling evilly as he roared back 
in to the speaker, "You're damned right you did, 
blondie! And tell your friends at the water-cooler to 
break up the tea party and get back to work right 
away!"

"Oh, yes, sir," she squeaked timidly. Max grinned to 
himself sadistically as he imagined his deliciously 
built ash-blonde receptionist cowering at her desk, 
making frantic gestures to his small battalion of 
secretaries that they should return to work 
immediately. He required a fairly large number of girls 
in his personal secretarial staff because some of them 
were dead weight and had been hired solely for their 
looks. Well, what the hell, he thought defensively, 
what was the good of being president if he could not 
indulge himself in a few harmless amusements at the 
company's expense.

"Uh, Mr. Alexander, sir," the timid female voice from 
the speaker broke in again, intruding on his thoughts. 
"Did you want me for anything else, sir?"
His fury of a moment ago renewing, Max was just about 
to instruct the girl to summon Henry Cummings to his 
office when his wandering gaze fell on the page 
opposite his own "message" in the magazine. Almost 
against his will, he stared feverishly at the page 
headed "New Products" and at the picture of a buxom, 
round-hipped brunette girl seductively caressing a huge 
roll of glistening heavy-duty steel wire, one of 
Alexander Steel's newest lines. Though he tried to 
maintain his waning anger at the young editor, Max 
could not help but appreciate Henry Cummings' unerring 
taste in female flesh. 

Max wondered for a long moment if the magazine editor 
interviewed his models personally. Christ, the very 
idea of all those gorgeous young women clustered in 
Henry's tiny office, like a whole gardenful of flowers 
just waiting to be plucked by any man with balls enough 
to do it, made the steel magnate leer licentiously. It 
was no wonder that Henry sometimes forgot a thing as 
simple as including the boss's picture with his address 
to the stockholders, Max mused with a chuckle. Hell, 
the poor kid probably had had a hard time managing to 
think straight all the time.

"Did you say something, Mr. Alexander?" the 
receptionist asked at the sound of her employer's 
muffled laughter over the intercom. Max sat there in 
silence, continuing to stare at the juicy female morsel 
in the photograph, his temple beginning to pulse and 
throb.

"Aw, hell, buzz Miss Stillson in her office and have 
her come in her at once," Max finally ordered. "And 
tell her to make it snappy."

"Yes, sir," the receptionist's voice came back, a tone 
of frightened obeisance causing her to squeak a little. 
It was not two minutes after the intercom had clicked 
off that a small door marked "Private" sprang open on 
the far side of Max's office.

"Honey, you know I'm right next door, you don't have to 
go through a third party," a gorgeous raven-haired 
woman purred as she stepped into his office, clad only 
in a revealing sea-green negligee fringed with almost 
incongruous-seeming lace at the cuffs and down along 
the deep vee of the neckline. "I could hear you 
bullying that poor girl out there even over the sounds 
of the baseball game on my radio."

"Dammit, June, you're on my payroll as my public 
relations assistant, and you really ought to be dressed 
by this time of the day," Max grumbled with mock 
sterness as his glittering eyes hungrily scanned the 
generous, sexy contours of June Stillson's nearly-naked 
body. Although Maxwell Alexander's ravishing dark-
haired mistress was in her late thirties, her 
provocative, voluptuous body was always enough to send 
his blood pressure soaring, and now Max rapidly forgot 
the younger girls on the pages of the company magazine.

He added with a leering grin, "What if one of my 
secretaries came into your office, baby? Now what kind 
of public relations work would you be doing in that 
kind of outfit? Christ, June, who do you think you 
are?"

"I'm just me, Max, and I'd be doing the same kind of 
work I always do," she replied with a confident smile 
as she began to stroll casually toward him, her full 
outward-curving hips swaying seductively beneath the 
sheer fabric of her negligee. "Don't worry, anyway, 
because I always keep the door locked when I'm like 
this. I just had a feeling you might want to see me 
this afternoon, so I dressed for the occasion."

Smiling at him cleverly, the statuesque beauty peeled 
the thin garment slowly from her sensuous body and, 
dropping it to her feet, did a small pirouette in the 
center of the spacious office before she walked nakedly 
to his desk and leaned her smooth rounded buttocks back 
on the hard wood edge, wriggling back along the top 
until she perched gracefully in front of him. Her deep 
amber eyes flickered smokily with suddenly-ignited lust 
as she stared expectantly into Max's hard but handsome 
face.

"By God, you really want it, don't you, baby?" Max 
growled excitedly at the beautiful woman whose buttocks 
were already moving slowly in tiny little circles of 
anticipation on the highly burnished wood surface of 
his desk, a scant few inches from his leering face. 
"You little whore, I'll bet you don't think about 
anything but cock all day long."

"Do... do you want me to think about something else?" 
June asked quietly, her sultry face suddenly changing 
to a clouded expression of uncertainty and confusion. 
"I always do anything you say, Max. With anyone." In 
her anxiety, her golden-eyed gaze darted nervously 
around the room. "Do you have some business friends you 
want me to entertain now? I will, sweetheart. I'll do 
anything for you. I always have... God, without you..."

"That's right, baby, without me you'd be right back in 
the gutter where I found you," Max chuckled cruelly, 
delighting in her obsequious show of absolute 
dependence on him, whatever his whims. That was the way 
he liked his employees... especially his women... 
answering gratefully to his every beck and call. "But 
don't worry. I think you're going to be with me for a 
long, long time," he added expansively, "because we 
understand each other, don't we?"

Relief registered clearly in the handsome woman's 
facial features and then, once again, desire kindled in 
her eyes. "You bet, sweetheart," she purred throatily 
and ran her slim fingertips lightly and teasingly down 
the front of his white shirt until they rested 
inquisitively on the buckle of his belt. Her long thick 
eyelashes trembled excitedly as she asked in a soft 
tremulous voice, "Do you have any... public relations 
for me to carry out today?"

"No, but I've got some private relations for you," Max 
barked harshly, suddenly impatient with the 
wastefulness of mere conversation. He rose hastily from 
his overstuffed chair and began to pull at the stubborn 
fastenings at the fly of his trousers. "My big old cock 
has just been waiting for the feel of your sweet lips 
around it, baby, and it doesn't want to wait any 
longer."

His lust-bright eyes fastened greedily on June's naked, 
tantalizing body as he pulled down the zipper of his 
trousers and jerked free his suddenly-hardening cock 
from the confinement of his undershorts. The hot-
blooded brunette had been Max's live-in mistress ever 
since the high-powered executive had become bored with 
a life of all business and damned little pleasure, and 
he had discovered her one night where she worked as a 
cocktail waitress in a flashy nightclub bar. Though he 
had never claimed to be faithful to the willing, 
uninhibited brunette, the sexual electricity between 
them had never faded and now, as his appreciative eyes 
played lewdly over the exciting curves and valleys of 
her lush body, he felt ripples of hot desire rushing 
swiftly through the sensitive nerve-ends of his skin. 

His long, purple-veined penis jutted out of the opening 
in his grey flannel trousers and began to rise stiffly 
up below his slight paunch as he stood at the back of 
his desk staring down at his mistress's white, cream-
like contours, displayed nakedly before him. His gaze 
rested hotly on the sight of her plush, full breasts, 
the narrowest of valleys running between the 
magnificent firmness of the twin globes. His thick 
heavy cock jerked higher as his eyes dropped lower to 
take in the milky, voluptuous hips that led down to the 
delicious sweep of long slender legs.

Between the shapely, breath-taking thighs that draped 
enticingly over the edge of the desk, Max could see 
clearly through the soft pubic hair covering her ripe 
loins to the fleshy pinkness of her vaginal slit 
glistening wetly in the afternoon light filtering 
through the tinted glass window.

"Now, baby," he suddenly groaned, hoarse with mounting 
need. "Come over here and give me some of those sweet 
lips, the way I taught you."

With a soft moan of pleasure, his naked mistress 
wiggled across the desk, then leaned on one elbow until 
her beautiful face was poised directly in front of him, 
within inches of his now hard, pulsing shaft of flesh 
rising menacingly up from the unzipped front of his 
trousers. Her long, red-lacquered fingernails scratched 
lightly over the heavily-veined surface of the rock-
hard prick, causing it to jerk convulsively as the hot 
air of her breath blew softly on it. Max's breath 
quickened even more as she began to expertly massage 
the massive cock, lovingly, up and down until one 
glistening drop of pearly translucent fluid seeped out 
from the broad, mushroom-shaped head. She then moved 
her slender fingers down lower to his sperm-bloated 
balls, cradling their softness in her palm. Max groaned 
and gritted his teeth at her expertly tender 
ministrations of his stiff cock and large drooping 
testicles.

"Do you like it, sweetheart?" she asked coquettishly, 
fully aware of the heated effect that her naked female 
body and the teasing touch of her fingertips was having 
on him. "Does it make you forget all about those nasty 
business problems that always bother you?"

"You know damn well I like it, bitch," Max growled, 
irritated by her mention of the business annoyances 
that he was trying so hard to forget. "Don't tease me, 
goddammit. Just suck my cock!"

Suddenly, he moaned and jerked his anxious loins 
forward involuntarily as the delicious wet warmth of 
her parted lips closed over the sensitive, blood-
swollen glans of his penis. He moaned louder and 
reached down to tangle his fingers tightly in her dark 
wavy hair, guiding the rhythm of her now-bobbing head 
below.

God, how he had needed this!

Max looked down to watch the beautiful woman's penis-
filled face, her soft lips stretched wide with the 
thickness of his aching cock buried at least halfway up 
in her sucking mouth. June sensed his increasing 
excitement and began to suck harder, twirling her 
smooth red tongue titillatingly around the moist 
stickiness of the bulbous head. As he felt the tips of 
her teeth digging gently into the rubbery, resisting 
skin, he turned his head to gaze sideways into the huge 
mirror that filled the wall beside his desk for a 
better view of his gorgeous, willing mistress's face as 
his turgid, hard rod began to saw rhythmically in and 
out of the brunette's wetly ovaled mouth. 

Christ, just the sight alone was enough to drive him 
insane, causing his loins to tense more and jerk up 
into her laboring face until the reflected image he saw 
looked as though he were ramming his long, hard prick 
more than halfway down her slender throat. Practically 
all of his thick fleshy penis now seemed to disappear 
with each new powerful thrust he made until finally 
only a short stretch of it showed shining wet and 
white, protruding from her distended lips. She was 
gorged with his fiery blood-filled flesh, his pulsating 
length like a savage creature with its own existence 
and needs that had taken control over his body and 
mind.

Jesus, he swore to himself, the bitch could really suck 
cock, as though she had been born with one in her mouth 
and had learned to treat it as part of herself. Sure, 
he often desired other women -- the younger and more 
innocent the better -- but he could always depend upon 
June to deliver the kind of pure satisfaction he 
wanted... like this... and without any bothersome 
preliminaries.

June's experienced tongue worked with a nerve-tingling 
swipe of its tip on each out-stroke and was making his 
cock-head throb and lurch as if a live electric wire 
were being touched against it. The impassioned middle-
aged steel executive was completely mesmerized by the 
lewd spectacle in the mirror, watching the pink moist 
flesh of her tightly compressed lips being focused on 
the labor of giving him this obscene pleasure. Her 
full, heavy breasts bobbed and swayed against her 
rocking torso, and the very sight of it incited him to 
increasing heights of brain-reeling passion.

"Keep on, keep on sucking my cock," Max hissed through 
tightly clenched teeth, wishing that all of his 
employees could give him as much pleasure as this one, 
this mature, full-bodied woman. Shit, if the editor of 
the company magazine were a woman and not Henry 
Cummings, how he would love to shove his stiff prick 
deep down in her throat, as far as he humanly could, to 
teach her a lesson she would never forget, so that she 
would never again forget to include the face of Maxwell 
Alexander in any future issue. The thought of the 
missing picture in New World Steel filled him with a 
renewed momentary anger and he wound his hand brutally 
in his mistress's soft brown hair, driving her face 
down viciously into his thrusting loins.

"Suck harder, suck faster, goddammit," he snarled down 
at the woman slaving between his wide-spread, trembling 
legs. Her ripe body was beginning to gleam from the 
light beading of sweat forming on her ivory skin, and 
he was gloating and enjoying the sight of her lying 
subserviently on the desk, her lipstick-ovalled lips 
wrapped tightly around the thick roundness of his 
stone-hard cock as he stood over her, lunging his hips 
furiously into her lovely twisted face.

He could feel a powerful pressure building relentlessly 
up to a fever pitch in his painfully full balls, and he 
knew it would not be long now. His huge cock felt like 
it was ready to explode and spew the hot creamy sperm 
in his bloated testicles in all directions, everywhere 
in the room.

He drove his pelvis heartlessly into her face, even 
more cruelly now, and heard with delight the mumbled 
cry of protest that came from her as his long hefty 
prick drubbed deeper and deeper into her tortured, warm 
wet mouth, driving far down into her working throat. 
But he heeded nothing in his quest to end this 
exquisite agony, the ecstasy that was building, 
building, building to the peak of spectacular relief in 
his burning loins and within his balls.

Suddenly he felt a great upheaval in his lust-swollen 
testicles as the boiling white sperm began to race in a 
hot stream up the length of his thrusting cock. His own 
lips pulled back over his teeth in an ecstatic grimace 
and he gasped hoarsely as though in excruciating pain. 
His thick fleshy penis began a sudden wild staccato 
jerking that, without warning, flooded his beautiful 
mistress's hungrily sucking mouth with burst after 
burst of heatedly sticky cum, ballooning her smooth 
cheeks outward with each bullet-like spurt, so that she 
had to swallow quickly to keep from choking, yet still 
mewling and crooning at his driving loins.

"Don't stop, baby, suck it, suck it!" he rasped as he 
tightened his hands in her tawny hair and convulsively 
slammed his pulsating cock farther and farther into her 
lipsticked mouth and deep down into her distended 
throat. The naked woman obeyed and continued to suck 
insanely as he shot his lewd sperm into her, filling 
her mouth, almost drowning her, until at last he gave a 
shuddering sigh and pulled himself back and out of her 
lips for one final thrust. But he missed her still 
eagerly sucking mouth by a fraction of an inch when he 
lunged forward again. 

The blunt inflamed head rammed against the side of her 
face by mistake, leaving a long sticky trail of hot cum 
smeared lewdly along her upper lip and her right cheek. 
Undaunted, June twisted her head and maneuvered her 
voracious mouth to seize the base of his hard-throbbing 
staff of flesh between her teeth, like a dog with a 
stick. Then, grasping his scrotum with her fingers, she 
lifted her head to guide the glistening tip back into 
the warmth of her open mouth, squeezing up on the cock 
with her fingers to milk out and devour every last drop 
of the delicious white fluid.

Little by little, his sated penis deflated between her 
ovalled lips and, at last, Max collapsed back into his 
chair in exhaustion, pulling his prick from her lips 
with a wet little slurping sound that resounded wetly 
in the stillness of the office. A great sigh of relief 
escaped his lips, and June lay back happily on the 
desk, a loving, contented smile spreading across her 
beautiful, cum-smeared face. She lay there for a few 
moments, catching her breath, then sat up again on the 
edge of the desk.

"That's something you can't get in a board meeting, 
isn't it, Max?" the perspiring brunette asked with a 
proud little smirk, a sparkle of female triumph in her 
brownish-yellow eyes. Catching sight of the magazine 
that lay crumpled beneath her rounded thigh, she picked 
it up and added with a silly giggle, "Why don't you 
have Henry do a story on my blowjobs, Max? Think of the 
publicity you'd get!"

At the sight of the copy of New World Steel, Max's face 
darkened and he felt his irritation returning anew. He 
knew that it was no use trying to explain to June what 
that irresponsible punk, Henry Cummings, had done, for 
she would only laugh and tell him he was being too 
sensitive. Still, though, it was his magazine and his 
company, and he had a good mind to teach that young 
editor a lesson. Perhaps June might have some ideas, he 
mused inwardly.

Just then, his angry thoughts were interrupted by the 
buzzing of the intercom.

"What do you want?" he barked gruffly into the console, 
abruptly motioning to June to get off his desk.

"You have a visitor, sir," the receptionist's half-
frightened voice informed from the speaker. "I wouldn't 
have bothered you, sir, but she said it was personal 
and very important. She says her name is Mrs. Cummings 
-- Mrs. Henry Cummings. Isn't Henry Cummings the...?"

"I know who he is, dammit," Max interrupted 
impatiently. At the same moment, however, a strange 
light of interest began to fill his crafty eyes. 
"Personal, is it? Well, ask her to please wait for five 
minutes or so, and then send her on in."

The red light on the console blinked off and Max looked 
up to see June standing before his desk, her hands 
placed defiantly on her full hips, hurt glittering in 
her amber eyes.

"Max, I don't try to tie you down, but after all, this 
is my territory!" she angrily protested. "Can't you 
take that girl somewhere else? I mean, after what we 
just did, that makes me feel awful!"

Max chuckled at her words, then broke into laughter at 
the pain-stricken expression that immediately came over 
her face. "Oh, but baby, you don't understand," he 
finally managed to say through his cruel mirth. "I 
don't even know this broad, but I do have a little 
score to settle with her husband," he added a bit more 
soberly, smoothing back his slightly greying hair with 
the palm of one hand.

Reaching across the desk, he gave June a quick 
reassuring pat on a generously rounded buttock cheek, 
then turned his thirty-four-year-old mistress around 
and shoved her gently toward the door through which she 
had entered his office earlier.

"Don't worry, baby," he consoled her jovially, "this is 
just business. If anything comes up, I'll make certain 
to call you in."

June shot him a long, unbelieving glance and started 
across the room, pausing only to pick up the flimsy 
negligee that she had dropped to the carpet when she 
had first entered the office. As Max watched the 
provocative sway of her smooth, cream-like buttocks on 
crossing the room, he felt a brief moment of regret 
that he had not had more time to spend with this 
always-exciting woman. 

She was so damned dependable. But then, just as 
quickly, he marshaled his thoughts back to matters of 
the immediate moment. He quickly zipped up his 
trousers, then, and sat back down in his chair, 
beginning to speculate over what Mrs. Henry Cummings 
could possibly want with him. Whatever it was, Max was 
going to make damned sure that that young editor, 
bright as he was, never forgot to put the company 
president's photo in the magazine again.


 Chapter 2

"Mr. Alexander is engaged right now, Mrs. Cummings, but 
he'll be free to see you in a few minutes, if you'll be 
kind enough to wait here."

Lost in her own thoughts, Kathy Cummings was startled 
by the sound of the blonde receptionist's voice, but 
after a moment, she murmured absently, with 
embarrassment, "Oh yes, of course, I'll wait. I know 
he's a very busy man."

By the time Henry Cummings' young wife had collected 
herself sufficiently to speak, the pretty receptionist 
had already returned to her desk and was answering one 
of the insistently buzzing lines on the switchboard in 
front of her. With a fleeting, nervous glance around 
the spacious, modern waiting room, Kathy ascertained 
that, curiously, there was no one else in line to see 
the president of Alexander Steel. 

She stiffened with irrational apprehension as she 
wondered again exactly what she would say to the 
powerful mysterious man who was her husband's boss. Now 
that she was here, sitting in the very building in 
which Henry worked, the nervous young woman wondered if 
perhaps she had made a foolish mistake by coming here. 
For the flash of an instant, she was tempted to turn 
right around and go back home again, to its relative 
safety, but the mental image of her and Henry's home 
made her remember exactly why she had come downtown 
today... and why she would not go home until at least 
some small step had been taken to set their marriage 
straight again.

But what on earth would Mr. Alexander think when she 
attempted to explain why she wanted to get a job, she 
wondered nervously. How could she ever make him 
understand that perhaps the very future of her marriage 
with Henry depended upon whether or not she could 
really prove herself to be a contributing, productive 
member of their marital partnership?

Kathy shifted anxiously in her chair, picked up a 
magazine from a nearby table, then quickly put it down 
again, deciding instead to make a last-minute check of 
her makeup in a tiny mirror which she withdrew from the 
expensive shoulder bag now on her lap. It would not do, 
she knew, to walk into Mr. Alexander's office with 
smudged lipstick or a grimy face from the long bus ride 
she had made from their suburban home into the 
industrial section of Los Angeles.

It took Kathy but a minute to pat her long, shiny 
strawberry blonde hair into perfect place and then 
apply just a touch more of pale beige lipstick, adding 
a slightly more pinkish color to her already full, 
sensuous lips. The thin line of eye makeup around her 
wide brown eyes was still perfect, though, and she knew 
from experience that, no matter how determinedly she 
powdered her face, the light smattering of golden 
freckles across her nose and part way down her cheeks 
would show through anyway. Even though she was almost 
twenty-two years old, those puckish freckles gave her 
the appearance of a teen-aged tomboy, despite her 
alluring curves, but she had learned to live with them 
over the years consoling herself with the memory of 
Henry once having said that they were "cute" and made 
her actually prettier. 

Despite what was to her the annoyance of the freckles, 
she could see in the little compact mirror that she was 
indeed a very attractive young woman, the kind of young 
woman whose sweet, almost childlike facial features 
were a direct contrast to the delectable, curvaceous 
symmetry of her sensuous-looking body. The long, lucent 
swing of her shoulder length reddish-blonde hair tended 
to sophisticate her pixyish beauty, so that she almost 
looked her age.

Replacing the mirror in her handbag, the exquisite 
young wife shook her golden hair ruefully. It was 
disconcerting to look always so cherubic and 
inexperienced, especially at times such as this 
afternoon, when she was determined to impress Henry's 
formidable boss with her maturity and potential 
efficiency -- impress him enough to land a decent job. 

With an involuntary gesture of nervousness, she reached 
down to smooth out the short skirt of her crisp, navy-
blue cotton dress over her silky, suntanned thighs, 
hoping that the prim little frock with its lace cuffs 
and collar was proper and demure enough to help her in 
her plan. It was the longest dress she owned now, one 
left over from high school days, and yet it still 
exposed a fairly daring expanse of shapely, sun-browned 
leg well above the knee, and its slim figure-hugging 
design did little to hide the lush contours of her 
body, the high-set, swelling breasts and firm, circular 
buttocks that accentuated her tiny girlish waist to 
such good advantage. Well, so what if she did look a 
little daring, she rationalized, it could not hurt her 
chances for the job -- though, God knows, it had not 
been doing her much good in her own home.

At the thought of her dismal home-life with Henry, her 
bright, ambitious husband, the slight, satisfied smile 
that had begun to play across her perfectly-formed lips 
faded away and her high, clear brow wrinkled with 
anxiety. In the six months since her marriage to Henry, 
the beautiful strawberry blonde had been forced to 
arrive at the conclusion that something was basically 
wrong with their relationship, something serious, and 
until last night, she had been unable to put her finger 
on precisely what it was. Now she knew and the 
realization had spurred her on to the desperate action 
she was taking today. She would get a job and show 
Henry once and for all, that she too had a mind, a mind 
probably just as good as his, and that she was 
perfectly capable of making some decisions concerning 
their marriage -- even if she did occasionally make a 
mistake.

The mere memory of what had happened after dinner last 
night made Kathy's heart race furiously and she felt 
the blood rushing to her pretty face at the humiliating 
recollection of her own husband's cold, objective 
lecture about her "irresponsible conduct" as though she 
were some sort of capricious school child who needed to 
be rapped across her knuckles for naughtiness. All she 
had done was take advantage of a "once-in-a-lifetime 
sale" on needed household goods in a local department 
store, considering very carefully before she had bought 
the bathroom scale and... well, an electric blender. 

They were things they should have and no doubt would 
have bought sooner or later anyway, but Henry had acted 
as though her decision had driven them to the verge of 
total bankruptcy. The whole thing was almost too silly 
to take seriously. After all, Henry made more than 
enough money to live on -- and, really, who needed a 
bank account anyway after less than a year of marriage? 
Seriously, who did, she fumed to herself, thinking with 
resentment of her husband's cautiousness.

"Why do you always have to be such a grouch?"

Kathy started at the sound of her own voice and, 
realizing that she had spoken her thoughts aloud, 
looked furtively around the waiting room, afraid that 
the receptionist or someone else might have overheard 
her voiced complaint. But the reception area was still 
deserted except for the busy blonde at the desk, who 
was working the switchboard and writing out messages, 
oblivious, it seemed, to Kathy's presence in the room. 
Her embarrassment quickly waned and was replaced by 
defiance again. What if someone had heard her, she 
angrily asked herself. Perhaps, somehow someone might 
have figured out who she was talking about and told 
Henry what she had said about him.

She hardly had the nerve to tell him anything and the 
fact that she always became so intimidated in his 
presence made her madder than ever, when she actually 
stopped to think about it in the light of their latest 
disagreement. All she ever said was, "Yes, darling," 
"No, darling," "I'm wrong again, darling," even when 
she knew perfectly well she was right -- at least part 
of the time! Well, this time she was going to surprise 
him, really shock him, and be right for a change. As 
soon as she had a job, they would have so much more 
money that they would be able to afford a truly nice 
house as well as a healthy savings account... and maybe 
that would do something badly needed for their sadly 
disintegrating sex-life.

Kathy sat up straight in her chair and her hand flew to 
her cheek in horror that she had even thought such a 
thing. For a moment she wondered at her own audacity at 
daring to even mentally criticize her own beloved 
husband's judgment in matters which she knew so little 
about. After all, except for a few sessions of back-
seat petting in college, she had been virtually 
innocent when she had married Henry and he was the one 
male in her life who had ever taken the time and 
trouble to be patient and teach her what bit she knew 
about physical love. 

At least he had in the beginning. But now that she was 
finally beginning to lose her fears, to relax and truly 
enjoy the sensation of her husband's hard penis 
pistoning in and out of her most secret place, instead 
of being frightened to death as she had been when they 
were first married, Henry seemed to be losing interest 
in her sexually.

There, she was thinking the same thing again, the 
pretty blonde realized with a sense of self-irritation, 
she had decided early in their marriage that it did her 
no good at all to question Henry's judgment in matters 
like this and yet... and yet, there was obviously 
something wrong. Her chocolate-brown eyes clouded over 
with regret as she remembered the nights, seemingly so 
long ago, when Henry would spend hours coaxing her to 
do things that seemed so terrible, like actually 
touching his hard, lustfully throbbing penis before he 
put it into her, and he had always been right. They 
never hurt her and Henry had always provided both of 
them with a strange extra enjoyment. That is, all 
except for the weird things that he could never 
convince her to do, things that she had heard about in 
school but did not really think normal people did. 

Lately, instead of talking about them, he became angry 
when she refused to let him perform those perverse acts 
with her, and angrier still, when she refused to do 
them to him. It was not as though she had not tried 
sometimes. God knows, she always wanted to keep him 
happy and in love with her, but she just couldn't force 
herself to go through with them, not and feel normal. 
Even now, in the business-like atmosphere of Mr. 
Alexander's waiting room, she felt herself quivering 
with revulsion at the memory of one night, not long 
ago, when Henry had tried to push her head down under 
the sheets and then the coldness with which he had 
treated her afterward, when she had tearfully refused 
to obey him. Why wasn't he more understanding, she 
sadly wondered. Why couldn't he realize that she had 
fears and doubts just like anybody else?

"Mrs. Cummings, Mr. Alexander will see you now."

"Th-thank you," Kathy muttered as she rose 
automatically, flustered by the sudden presence of the 
blonde receptionist a few feet in front of her chair. 
Though she knew it was silly, she could not help but be 
embarrassed by the idea that she had been mulling over 
such personal things, right there in the anteroom of 
Mr. Alexander's office. Suppose his receptionist had 
been able to tell what she had been thinking by the 
look on her face? It was ridiculous, she knew, and yet 
Kathy felt relieved as she stepped into her husband's 
boss's office and heard the door shut quietly behind 
her.


 Chapter 3

"How do you do, Mrs. Cummings," Maxwell Alexander 
greeted smoothly as he rose courteously from his chair 
and extended his hand to the desirable, fresh-faced 
young blonde, a wide charming grin on his face. "It's 
certainly a pleasant surprise to see -- I mean, meet 
you this afternoon. Now tell me, please, what can I do 
for you?"

"Well, Mr. Alexander, it's a little complicated," Kathy 
admitted slowly and rather shyly as she glanced 
covertly at the ruggedly handsome, middle-aged man who 
had seated himself again after making certain that she 
was comfortable in her own chair. From Henry's 
occasional descriptions of his boss's appearance and 
temperament, she had expected Mr. Alexander to look 
like a little old wizened man and not at all the 
hearty, he-man-like individual seated before her. 
"You... you are Mr. Alexander, aren't you?"

"Yes, the very same, my dear," he informed her with a 
broad chuckle. Max's gaze intensified as he drank in 
the sight of Henry Cummings' young wife's lush, girlish 
figure, the birth of a notion sparking in his narrowing 
eyes. God, what a juicy little bitch, he thought with 
salacious delight. Her long coppery-gold hair and big 
fluttery brown eyes were like something out of one of 
his wildest fantasies and her body, hell, his mouth was 
watering just looking at it. It was sensationally 
ravishing, an erotic dream, and he fully intended now 
to make that dream come true. 

God, how had that punk Cummings ever managed to land a 
sexy dish like this, he wondered in speculative 
astonishment. Max's mind was already working on the 
interesting possibilities of getting a devilish revenge 
against his forgetful magazine editor as well as 
reaping the sexual fruit of the fool's savory little 
wife. He smiled suavely and murmured suggestively, 
"Well, I'm sure I have enough time for a lovely young 
girl like you. Here, why don't you sit down over there, 
on the couch, where we can be comfortable during our 
chat?"

"Thank you, Mr. Alexander," Kathy replied in a soft but 
uncertain voice as she rose and followed the important, 
older man to the plush black leather couch that lined 
the span of almost one entire wall of the huge, 
sumptuously decorated office. Her thoughts reverted 
automatically back to Henry's words about this man, his 
employer, that he was "a powerful, dynamic leader of 
men," but all she could think of at the moment was how 
Max Alexander's penetrating gaze threatened to bore 
right through her clothes to her bare flesh when he 
stood for what seemed an eternity beside the couch, 
above her. She felt a cold shiver of apprehension 
course through her, as though his piercing eyes were 
stripping her bare, and the ever-fatherly, too-
friendly, tone of voice he used with her made her feel 
even more uncomfortable and worried.

"It -- it's very kind of you to see me without my 
having made an appointment," she excused herself, 
carefully avoiding his eyes as she settled herself more 
sedately on the sofa, struggling not to betray her 
discomfort around him.

"No, not at all," he reassured expansively. He 
recognized the sudden fear blazing clearly in the 
beautiful girl's brown eyes when she caught him 
blatantly inspecting her stunning, voluptuous body and 
he realized with lecherous delight that she was no 
doubt just as young and innocent as she seemed to be. 
Christ, what else should he expect, since she was 
married to Cummings, he concluded sarcastically. 

And that was all the better for him, the boss, for what 
could be more fun than introducing this perky-looking, 
hot little piece of exciting ass to a couple of things 
that she could take home to show her husband? He would 
make Maxwell Alexander a name that her husband would 
remember for the rest of his life. But first, Max 
decided, he would have to make this sweet young bitch 
feel more at home with him, not so touchy and afraid. 
He could hardly wait to get his eager hands and mouth 
on those ripe alluring curves of soft flesh and bring 
her to a grand pitch of abandonment and ecstasy that 
would make her beg, beg for what he had to give her -- 
good hard cock!

But she had to be ready, he reminded himself and for 
the time being he would have to be content just to 
relish the youthful choiceness of her tender, 
intoxicating body from a discreet distance.

"Forgive me for staring at you, my dear," he said 
softly with the same sly practiced sincerity that he 
used so often with the more difficult members of his 
board of directors. "I don't know quite how to say 
this, but I certainly never expected Henry's wife to be 
so... so attractive... and intelligent, too, I 
imagine."

"Oh, thank you for being so kind, sir, but I'm just a 
plain housewife and probably don't deserve so much 
praise," Kathy demurred, yet was secretly pleased that 
the handsome mature man had immediately discerned the 
very thing that she had been trying so hard to show 
Henry. It was rewarding to be flattered so generously 
and the conversation was going so easily that she could 
not resist the temptation to get directly to the point. 
"Most men don't think a mere wife needs any brains to 
function, but I'd like to show Henry that that's not 
really true."

"Oh, that's too bad. I didn't know you two were having 
any trouble. I'm afraid I can't understand how any man 
could possibly underestimate a charming woman like you. 
You can tell me about it, if you want to... And please, 
call me Max," he said good-naturedly, tilting his face 
downwards to conceal the little smile of triumph that 
was twitching at the corners of his mouth. Holy Christ, 
he had already found the key to this gorgeous girl's 
emotions -- on his very first attempt -- not to mention 
what was surely the way into her pants! There was no 
doubt about it, Henry Cummings did not know how to 
handle his tasty young wife, but, by God, he, Max 
Alexander, certainly did... more than she knew... and 
he would keep on understanding her so well that she 
would still be thanking him for his kindness when he 
gained control of her luscious body. "Now, would you 
like to have a bit of refreshment with me?"

"Well, I..." Kathy blushed faintly as she tried to make 
up her mind about the wisdom of accepting a drink with 
Henry's boss.

"Oh, come on, we can talk more easily if we're 
relaxed," Max encouraged, a sudden flash of inspiration 
triggering his scheming mind on to fresh designs.

"Umm, well, yes, I guess I'd like a small one," she 
heard herself say, even though she had never imagined 
that she would become friendly so quickly with her 
husband's employer. Though it was already well into the 
afternoon and Henry would be getting off work in a few 
hours, the delicious strawberry-blonde decided 
courageously that it could not hurt to talk with this 
obviously warm-hearted man for a while longer. After 
all, he had immediately understood her predicament, the 
kind of problem she was having in her marriage, and she 
definitely needed someone to commiserate with her 
anyway. Besides, she was almost positive now that she 
would get the job whenever she worked up the necessary 
bravery to ask for it. It would be nice to become 
friends with her future employer -- perhaps even 
convenient. "Uh, Max," she began hesitantly, using his 
first name for the first time as she watched the tall, 
brawny man walk quickly toward a Chinese lacquered 
cabinet on the other side of the commodious office, 
"please don't make mine too strong. I... I haven't had 
much experience at drinking."

"Don't worry yourself, because I'm just going to give 
you a bit of rare French liqueur. It's special, some 
stuff I had imported," Max assured her, still grinning.

And you, my dear, are going to find out just how 
special it is in a few minutes, Max chortled to himself 
with a vulgar grin as he withdrew a crystal decanter 
from an ornate liquor chest in the corner of the room. 
As he reached inside for two cordial glasses, the 
gloating executive peered surreptitiously over his 
shoulder, slyly feasting his eyes on Kathy's exciting, 
sensual body like some sort of monarch about to enjoy a 
ritual sacrifice. He could barely wait to see the 
effect this drink would have on her, to watch her, to 
watch her sweet, innocent face when she first began to 
feel the effects of the potent aphrodisiac on her 
nervous system. 

This licorice-flavored liqueur was generously spiked 
with absinthe and Max knew from his own lewd experience 
that there was not a single woman in the world who 
could successfully resist its legendary lust-producing 
powers. He poured an ample portion of the liquid in the 
glass he planned to give Kathy and then measured out an 
equally large dose for himself, just in case he might 
need a bit of extra stimulation after his delightful 
session with June earlier that afternoon. But he 
doubted he would need it, not with such a fresh, 
naturally-arousing young morsel of female flesh such as 
Kathy around. 

Hell, he could already feel his prick beginning to jump 
impatiently in his trousers, just at the idea of 
ramming it in someone as young and magnificently formed 
as Kathy Cummings appeared to be. The fact that she was 
married to that intellectual kid, Henry Cummings, who 
had slighted him so rudely in his own company's 
magazine, made the prospect all the more pleasing to 
think of.

Actually, he was not even really interested in his 
revenge anymore, Max decided with a feeling of irony, 
as he turned from the liquor cabinet and walked back 
briskly toward the opulent leather couch. Seducing 
young Cummings' pretty wife had been merely an 
intriguing idea at first but now he was much more 
excited by the nearness and fragrant scent of the 
naive, full-breasted girl seated on the couch before 
him. He had fucked a lot of women in his life but 
seldom did a man find an opportunity to get his hands 
on anything as sweet and fuckable as the thrilling, 
tawny-haired young housewife who was now smiling up at 
him gratefully as he handed her the brimming glass of 
aphrodisiac he had poured and she unsuspectingly 
accepted. 

The beautiful Mrs. Cummings might even try to play 
hard-to-get, at least at first, and that would make it 
all the more fun, watching her being slowly subjugated 
despite all the moral values and idiotic principles 
that she had obviously built up into a kind of fortress 
during the relatively short span of her life. Seeing 
them all crumble in one cataclysmic fall, when he 
rammed his stiff cock deep between her soon-to-be wide-
spread legs, would be a pleasure that was well worth 
working for and one that should not be bought too 
easily. It might cost him a pretty penny to purchase a 
rare aphrodisiac like this, and to maintain an office 
as impressive as this one, but that was a cheap price 
to pay for the ultimate thrill of that one final 
irreparable lunge of his penis into a tight, obviously 
little-used pussy like hers.

Max pictured the almost angelic-faced blonde lying flat 
on her back with her long, splendid legs pried wide 
apart and just the thought of the helpless mewling 
grunts of pleasure he would force from her soft, pink 
lips goaded his limp prick into aching hardness inside 
his trousers, so that he was obliged to sit down 
hurriedly beside her before the throbbing bulge 
betrayed his true intentions.

"Oh, I really do like this drink," Kathy beamed with a 
smile of surprise after she had lifted her glass and 
taken a small experimental sip. It tasted like liquid 
licorice and went down very smoothly, like velvet. She 
lifted her glass again and took a longer sip, relishing 
the satiny sweetness.

"Now isn't that better, my dear? Drink up," Max 
chuckled, smirking to himself as he raised his own 
glass and drained it with one great gulp. He watched 
the innocent wife finish off the contents of her glass 
and had to resist the temptation to pour them each a 
second portion. But he knew he had to be careful. After 
all, the little lady would be going home to her husband 
that evening and Max found himself wondering 
sardonically if the forgetful punk would even know what 
to do if his choice little wife suddenly began to 
behave like a sex-crazed slut. It would be interesting 
to observe some other time, he thought, but for now he 
would have to watch his step until he had her 
completely under his influence, which, if he had his 
way, would not take very long to accomplish.

"So then, tell me about your problems, Kathy," the 
older man said in a fake but convincingly paternal tone 
of voice as he settled his husky frame back into the 
softness of the black leather sofa, his hip a scant few 
inches from her sleekly formed thigh. With studied 
nonchalance, he slipped one arm up on the cushions 
behind her shoulders, leaning closer toward her as he 
added jovially, "I can't imagine any problem with Henry 
that you couldn't handle with just a flutter of those 
eyelashes of yours."

"Oh, Max, this is serious," she protested almost gaily, 
giggling in spite of herself. Strangely, she was 
already beginning to feel the effects of the drink he 
had given her, a warm, euphoric lightheadedness and 
slight tingling sensation all over her soft ivory 
flesh, and suddenly she was no longer as afraid of this 
wealthy imposing man who was now sitting so close to 
her.

Having made up her mind to be absolutely frank with 
Max, she looked down at her hands clasped in her lap 
and slowly announced, "Henry doesn't take me seriously 
at all, Mr. Alexander... I mean, Max. No matter what I 
do, to him I'm either stupid or just plain wrong, and 
to tell you the truth, I'm getting awfully tired of it. 
I want to show him that I have a good mind and am 
perfectly capable of using it!"

"Of course, my dear, of course you can," Max soothed as 
he reached over and patted her arm to confirm his 
words. "And I'm sure that together, you and I will be 
able to figure out a way to show him that you're not 
someone who deserves to be sold short. As a matter of 
fact, if you weren't married to Henry, you'd probably 
have a career of your own and, if you don't mind my 
saying so, there would be quite a few men after your 
beautiful young body."

Kathy shivered slightly from the abrupt change of tone 
in his voice and at the unexpected boldness of his 
somehow clammy touch. Before, he had been gracious and 
rather fatherly, protective in his understanding of her 
marital troubles with Henry, but now, suddenly, he had 
changed in a matter of minutes. And she also detected a 
certain brazen confidence in his manner that frightened 
her and for some reasons made her feel even more 
apprehensive than she had felt when she had first 
walked into his office.

She picked up her glass again, hoping to find more of 
the comforting warmth that the liqueur had given her, 
but she found that her glass was empty.

"I think that one of those is enough for you," the 
middle-aged company president advised her with a deep 
laugh as he caught her staring down unhappily into her 
glass. As the exquisitely-shaped young blonde looked up 
at him in confused dismay, he grinningly added, "Well, 
we wouldn't want you to go home drunk, would we? Your 
husband might think that you were out doing something 
naughty this afternoon, instead of staying home to be 
the good little housekeeper he thinks you are."

"Yes, while he's interviewing all those beautiful 
models all day in his office," Kathy said bitterly, 
unknowingly echoing Max's own thoughts of earlier that 
afternoon. Sitting up straight then on the plush couch, 
she suddenly shook out her long, glistening red-gold 
tresses in a gesture of angry defiance. "Maybe I should 
do something naughty for a change, to show him that he 
can't always take me so much for granted. I'm not just 
a piece of furniture in his house, you know!"

"I'll say this, dear -- if you were, I'd like to buy 
out the store where he bought you," Max smiled, nodding 
his head up and down. "In any case, believe me, you're 
much more beautiful than all of those other gorgeous 
girls who keep floating in and out of his office all 
the time."

Clucking softly, he reached over and draped his arm 
around her wispy waist, tightening his hold as he 
pulled her close back against his broad muscular 
shoulder. She little realized what she was doing as she 
allowed herself to fall limply back against him, all 
the fight taken out of her by Max's last words about 
her husband's constant contact with the lovely models. 
She had never dared to ask Henry who actually found and 
hired all those girls in the magazine but now a 
terrible suspicion began to form in her mind about why 
their own sex life was suffering so much. 

Good God, if a man had dozens of beautiful sexy women 
in his office every day, why would he bother to care 
about his devoted wife who was always waiting at home 
for him? Why would he take the time to discuss strange 
and unusual sex acts, though, when he could undoubtedly 
find all the variation he wanted right in the privacy 
of his own office? Surely they would gladly do all he 
asked, and more, even worse perverted acts than his own 
dumb little wife could think of, the blonde reasoned in 
a sudden fury of jealousy. Maybe, just maybe it was 
because Henry was even more of a stranger to her than 
she had imagined lately; maybe he got some sort of evil 
thrill out of having a faithful wife as someone he 
could always count on and a stable of pretty girls at 
the same time.

The hurtful humiliation that had plagued her ever since 
their argument the night before, was suddenly magnified 
a thousand-fold and a slow, biting anger seethed inside 
her, burning away the tears that had begun to form from 
the shock of the notion that had just occurred to her.

But her thoughts were brought to a swift halt as Max 
slipped his hand slowly up along her side and cupped 
her delicate rib-cage warmly in his palm, under her 
breast. He could see the change in her expression as 
the suggestive hint of the proposal of her also doing 
something naughty he had planted in her slowly blurring 
brain took better hold and he waited, knowing that at 
any moment the absinthe would begin its gradual 
conscience-killing effect on her unguarded nervous 
system. He knew it would not be long now before this 
bewitching little creature was his, in his own personal 
trophy bag. She was not quite ready yet, but in a few 
minutes at the most, the aphrodisiac and a little 
friendly persuasion on his part would quell any 
resistance that she had left to frustrate his plans for 
her.

Kathy's wakening body stiffened momentarily as she felt 
the older man's hand daringly caressing her full right 
breast, stroking and squeezing the gently palpitating 
white flesh until a delicious fluttery feeling began to 
take command of her nerves. She flushed with guilt as 
she felt a shameful fleeting desire to press the satin-
smooth quivering mound more solidly into her husband's 
boss' excitedly sweating palm. Something strange was 
happening to her mind and body, something that she was 
absolutely powerless to understand, and she squirmed 
her smoothly rounded young buttocks nervously against 
the corded edge of the couch cushion, trembling with 
disbelief as she felt the shocking electrical contact 
against the soft hair-lined lips of her moistening 
pussy under her navy-blue dress and silken panties. 
God, it was horrible to admit, but it felt better than 
anything she had ever felt in her life and, powerless 
to restrain herself, she ground her hips down furtively 
with greater force against the cushion edge as her 
breath began to quicken more and more. 

Could she be drunk from that one innocent drink that 
Max had given her, Kathy wondered with breathless 
perplexity as she felt the nipples of her breasts grow 
twitchingly hard in unwanted physical arousal? She had 
only been joking when she had said that she should do 
something "naughty" and now it was all she could do not 
to throw herself wantonly on Maxwell Alexander and 
press her blazingly hot body against his.

She shuddered and chilled from the sexual acceleration 
that thinking something forbidden gives, even while 
still struggling to resist the sensations of raw 
forbidden lust that were now pulsing maddeningly 
through her surging veins.

"This couch is almost like a bed, isn't it?" Max's low 
voice insinuated into her thoughts. "Are you 
comfortable, my dear? How do you feel now?"

"Fu -- funny... I -- I don't know..." she answered in a 
strange other-worldly voice, her girlish heart pounding 
savagely in her rapidly moving chest. She was aware of 
nothing but Max's brazen fingertips rubbing lightly 
over her painfully erect nipples under her dress, 
stopping occasionally to pinch each one to an even more 
stinging hardness and causing a series of ripples of 
fantastic sensations to dance freely through her 
alerted nerves each time he did it. 

Her breath was steadily quickening, coming in tight 
gasps as the burning sensation in her trim little belly 
grew with maddening intensity. She knew that she was in 
trouble now, trouble of her own doing, but she also 
knew that she should not allow Henry's boss to squeeze 
and knead her breasts this way. Still, though, she did 
not really want to estrange this warm, suddenly 
exciting man who had, until a short time ago, been so 
gentle and compassionate with her.

"Please, Mr. Alexander, I m -- mean, M -- Max," she 
objected weakly as she tried desperately to... I came 
to talk to you about... about a job. I have to... to 
prove -- "

"You don't have to prove anything to me, baby," Max 
growled suddenly in obscene delight as he saw the 
helpless confusion that was registering on Kathy's 
vibrant young face. "If that punk husband of yours 
isn't man enough for you, there's someone here who is!"

Max jerked her head abruptly toward him with his heavy 
hand and pressed his muggy lips wetly to her, grinding 
his mouth tightly against her mouth. The terrified 
young wife groaned and struggled uselessly for a sudden 
panicky moment, feeling his hand pressing then even 
more demandingly into the pillowy softness of her ivory 
breast.

"Relax, baby," he whispered into the fragrant warmth of 
her full-fleshed young lips. "Just let yourself go... 
and you won't be sorry."

Uncertain of what she should do, Kathy let herself go 
almost completely limp as he had commanded, surprised 
at the softness of his lips pressing onto her moist 
mouth. The thought crossed her befuddled mind that this 
was the first time another man had kissed her since she 
had been married. She had practically forgotten what it 
was like and had to admit to herself that he did know 
what he was doing, that he actually seemed fairly 
accomplished as a lover. In spite of what she 
considered was valiant effort on her part to resist any 
emotional response whatsoever, she could feel tiny, 
butterfly-like ripples of pleasure flitting suddenly 
through her nervously quivering stomach. Without 
conscious will, she allowed her arms to entwine tightly 
behind his head, but then, as she felt the short 
bristly hairs that grew from the nape of his thick, 
muscular neck, so different from the soft, curling 
tendrils, almost silk-like, that always hung over 
Henry's shirt collar, Kathy drew back reflexively in 
startled horror. What was she doing with this strange 
man, her own husband's boss? What on earth was wrong 
with her?

"No, Max, no, we can't... can't do this," she cried out 
in real fright as she tried to twist away from his 
insistent, presumptuous embrace.

"Why not, baby?" Max whispered, breathing thickly, 
sliding one hand down to the soft roundness of her 
enticing young buttocks and pulling her loins forward 
rudely until her dress slithered far up her smooth 
creamy thigh pressed tightly against the rough woolen 
fabric of his trousers. "Your dear hubby is probably 
down there playing between one of his models legs this 
very minute. What's the matter, are you afraid to even 
the score a little?"

Kathy's desirable young body tensed as she felt Max 
begin to recklessly massage the smoothly curved cheeks 
of her buttocks, squeezing them and releasing them with 
a hypnotic rhythm that stirred her from head to foot. 
He twisted toward her, forcing her loins hard against 
his own anxious loins, and ground ruthlessly against 
her, his mouth still locked wetly to hers. She gasped 
in astonishment and held her breath as she felt the 
bulging hardness under his pants press demandingly into 
the tender plane of her soft young belly. The sweet 
licorice liqueur drifted laxity through her 
bloodstream, intensifying the unwanted, uncontrollable 
sensations beginning to course through her aroused 
body. 

The blonde's wide brown eyes clenched firmly shut as 
she fought the vile seduction of her body with all of 
her strength, but the gentle urgency of his fingers 
digging greedily into her flesh, and the hardness of 
his excitedly rising penis pressing into her stomach 
through her dress, brought further soft moans of 
helpless submission tumbling from her open lips. Her 
very wantonness and Max's slyly insinuated hint that 
her own husband might be committing adultery with some 
beautiful model at this very minute in this very 
building were slowly taking their full toll on the 
innocent girl's tortured mind.

"Christ, but you're stacked, baby. I'm going to really 
enjoy this little fuck."

"Oh, don't please don't talk like that," Kathy 
whimpered like a child as she felt the lewd but 
delicious sensations still tingling across the alert 
surface of her skin at the sound of the indecent word. 
"No one h --  has ever said anything like that to me! N 
-- not even Henry!"

"Always a first time for everything, love," Max 
chuckled lewdly, dropping his hand down further between 
their tightly-clamped bodies to stroke the lithe 
suppleness of her lower belly with a teasing lightness.

"Oh God, don't touch me there! You can't," she moaned, 
her awakened body slack and defenseless from the 
strange erotic sensations that seemed to be taking 
complete control of her innocent young being. She 
jerked slightly as she felt Max's fingers hooking and 
sliding the material of her prim little dress up the 
front of her thighs. She sobbed in dazed bewilderment 
and tried again to pull away, calling upon all her 
willpower to fight the blazing tongues of lust that 
were slowly overwhelming her, the heated flames of 
forbidden desire licking downward from the pit of her 
stomach to tease hotly in the moistly rising wetness 
between her thighs.

"Sweetie, I'm going to fuck you and you're going to 
love it. It'll teach that goddamned smart-ass young 
husband of yours to get his mind off his models long 
enough to remember to put my picture in my own 
magazine," Max grinned, gloating. "And whenever you get 
bored with what you're getting at home, you'll always 
know, by God, where you can come to get some real 
cock."

Kathy gasped and shivered with apprehension as she felt 
the hem of her dress being moved up to the tops of her 
golden-tanned legs and his searching fingers come 
directly into contact with the tender sensitive flesh 
of her satiny inner thighs. Her thoughts whirled 
incoherently as she heard her own hot breathing in the 
office, the silence growing otherwise to be a 
noticeable thing as the minutes went by. The sound of a 
slight cotton-like rustle of fabric whispered with her 
breathing as the hem of her skirt rubbed against the 
black, unyielding surface of the couch. God, it was 
driving her crazy!!!

She edged her pubic mound slowly up closer to the 
illicit pleasure of his hand, her hardened little 
clitoris beating invitingly against the wetness of her 
panty crotch-band. Then, unexpectedly, one fingertip 
found the narrow sensitive slit of her vagina between 
her slightly spread thighs and pressed the protective 
nylon material wetly into it, parting the fleecy, 
surrounding hair and making sudden exciting contact 
with the tiny throbbing head of her inflamed clitoris. 
It was wet and slippery from the involuntary pangs of 
pure desire that filled her entire being and she sucked 
in her breath noisily to hold back the shameful groan 
of pleasure that was building deep in her chest. 

She did not dare to make a sound, for Max would know 
how weak she really was -- that physically she was 
every bit as lustful as he was. She could do nothing 
but lie back against the back of the couch, helplessly 
vulnerable, as he roamed his hands deliberately over 
her hotly-responding body, taking obscene liberties 
with her as he wished. There was no way she knew to 
ward him off as in her horror she realized that her 
aroused body was reacting on its own to his bold 
caressing of her passion-seared buttocks and vagina. 
Her panties were now totally drenched up between her 
legs and her luscious white buttocks were squirming 
without shame to the teasing manipulations of his hand 
rummaging in her loins.

"Please, M -- Max you mustn't do this to me," she 
wailed admonishingly, half-heartedly attempting to 
invest her tone with an authoritative note of 
accusation. But her own voice betrayed her, seeming to 
come from faraway, a frail, shaky sound that was not at 
all what she had intended. Her brain was sinking in a 
swamp of vagueness and lassitude, and only the 
feverish, burning palpitations in her full breasts and 
white loins mattered now. She knew she was being taken 
advantage of, cruelly, but still nothing mattered at 
that moment but the thriving sexual stirrings that were 
steadily taking over her young mind and body.

"All right, baby, if that's the way you want it," Max's 
sneering voice sliced suddenly into her doped 
consciousness, "then maybe we ought to forget the whole 
thing."

Max rose abruptly from her side, his nostrils flaring 
with faked anger. He knew the aphrodisiac had taken its 
toll and that he was in no real danger of losing her if 
he had his fun and tormented her a while longer.

Kathy was alone in that instant, lying sprawled on the 
black leather sofa that belonged to a stranger, her own 
husband's employer, her arms dangling down uselessly at 
her sides as she stared, bewildered, up at Max 
Alexander standing above her, grinning down at her with 
leering, merciless impertinence. She could not wholly 
understand the full lascivious meaning implied by his 
evil expression and could concentrate only on the fire 
now blazing out of control up between her legs, making 
her almost-virginal breasts swell and tighten more, the 
lean white surface of her stomach contracting 
automatically in a slow tortuous writhing motion. Her 
breathing was labored, rising and falling with the 
effort of her excitement.

"Go on home then, you silly little bitch," he taunted, 
backing away from her voluptuously quivering body with 
a scornful laugh. "Go on home to that cheating husband 
of yours and your brooms and mops, and forget about the 
job you want... the one in public relations I had in 
mind for you. Hell, that kind of job takes a real 
woman, not a sniveling young homebody!"

Kathy gaped up at him in wonderment, her lust-fogged 
mind unable to comprehend the total meaning of what she 
was hearing. Before, her feelings had been an odd 
mixture of relief and disappointment when her husband's 
boss had suddenly decided to deprive her of his thrill-
provoking caresses, but now she was becoming uncertain 
and wrenched by misgiving. A job such as the one he had 
mentioned was something she had dreamed of, a sort of 
passport to a land of interesting people and 
adventurous parties, a land that might make even Henry 
respect her as a real person. God, it would be so easy, 
she thought yearningly; so easy just to forget and let 
go, to spread her legs wide and do what Henry's boss 
wanted her to do. 

The way she felt right now, with tide after tide of 
mind-reeling desire rising ever higher in her, dizzying 
and confusing her until she could barely think, it 
might be a kind of relief to succumb to him to satisfy 
this weird blazing inferno inside her youthful limbs. 
Yes, she wanted to have this middle-aged, imposing man 
standing over her; she wanted him almost more than she 
had ever wanted anything in her life; but even in the 
tempting stress of the moment, she knew that she could 
not do anything that harsh and basically unfair to her 
husband. No, she loved him too much to ever let some 
fleeting affair jeopardize their life together.

What could she have been thinking of when she allowed 
her youthful body to respond so passionately to Max's 
lewd suggestions, she wondered as she straightened her 
still-trembling form up determinedly on the couch. She 
pulled down her dress to cover the white lacy panties 
that were exposed to Max's view.

"Don't think your brainy husband's position in the 
company is all that secure, either," the executive 
grumbled brutishly as he watched his delectable prey 
struggling with her conscience. "Possibly, you would've 
saved him his job... something any real wife should be 
happy to do." He shrugged with feigned indifference, 
his voice fading as he turned away from her expression 
of fearful attention. She stared at him in meek 
subservience, still unable to speak or show that she 
understood what he was saying. It was as though she had 
fallen into the grip of some kind of waking nightmare 
and, finally, she smiled hopefully, wishing that her 
tormentor would relent and admit that the whole thing 
was merely a joke. But the stony glare on his face 
convinced her that no reprieve was in store.

Oh God, would Henry ever understand, ever trust her 
again if he somehow found out about this, this silly 
attempt to prove herself as a woman? No, she decided, 
he would never be able to forgive her for this idiotic 
mistake, not after last night's argument. At this 
point, Kathy could not even bring herself to object 
when Max sat down beside her again and began with 
insulting calmness to unzip the side of her dress. What 
was even more humiliating, she knew that she really 
wanted him to -- that she wanted to be naked and have 
her lust-crazed body kissed and caressed until the 
unwanted fires in her blood were mercifully quenched.

She gazed down miserably at the thickly-carpeted floor, 
the chasm of torment between her shame and drug-induced 
desire making her eyes fill with tears of embarrassed 
frustration. All her young life she had been in 
control, at movies and even in the back seats of cars 
when boys had tried to take advantage of her -- to use 
her lush body -- but now she was defenseless against 
this sadistically-smiling man... and worse yet, against 
herself also.


 Chapter 4

"So you want a job, eh?" Maxwell Alexander hissed down 
into Kathy's beautifully pathetic face?" With one 
single hard downward jerk he ripped the zipper of her 
dress all the way down to the split of cleavage at the 
top of her ass-cheeks. She could feel the cool rush of 
air against her naked skin as he stripped it rudely up 
and over her urgently-clamoring buttocks. Next came the 
fastenings of her brassiere and she heard him utter an 
appreciative sigh of obscene approval as he jerked it 
away and her ripely huge young breasts burst into view.

Now that it was really happening, she could not quite 
grasp the whole meaning of the older man's crudeness... 
his threats... his cruelty.

Suddenly, Max dropped to his knees in front of her as 
she teetered above him, hooking his fingers in the 
elastic band at the top of her panties as he pulled 
them with teasing slowness down over the softness of 
her full, round buttocks until they bunched in a 
skimpy, silky ring down around her ankles. Completely 
naked now, Kathy rose and stood before the big man in 
all her prick-stiffening beauty, like a Venus, gazing 
down at him on his knees in front of her. She saw a 
wickedly satisfied smile on his face and felt herself 
sway dangerously, almost losing her balance when she 
felt him breathe hotly against her butter-smooth tummy 
and then press his moist lips wetly against the white, 
bare flesh just above her pubic vee.

God, what bliss!... The wet touch of his tongue sent a 
responsive shiver through her and she reached down with 
both hands to hold on as well as she could to his head 
to keep from falling. Mistaking this as a sign of 
submission, Max dropped his lips lower to the soft 
blonde pubic hair surrounding her vaginal slit and 
kissed the slight moistness gleaming on the excitedly 
pulsating lips. She jumped with alarm from the sudden 
shocking contact and lost what balance she had, 
staggering backwards toward the couch. 

The edge of the cushion caught her just below both 
knees and she fell, sprawling almost flat on her back 
on the soft black leather, her legs opening wide as she 
landed. He leaped forward and caught her in that 
position as she tried feebly to kick and close her 
legs. The panting bulky man crawled up on the couch, 
running his hot tongue over his lips to savor the sweet 
young pungency of her female aroma left there, kissing 
her nakedly stripped flesh like a conquering warrior.

He crouched between her legs on his knees and elbows as 
he leered lewdly down at her, his white, even teeth 
showing through his lewdly grimacing lips as he grinned 
down at the delicious feast of her youthful squirming 
nakedness. Holding her legs with his hands, he pressed 
his knees out against her ankles and leaned down 
further to the place his sweat dampened palms against 
the delicate tender whiteness of the insides of her 
thighs. She wanted to put up a struggle, some sort of 
real resistance against this indignity, but she seemed 
to be totally unable to push him away and so just lay 
there with her eyes open wide in abject terror. She 
could not fathom her behavior or why she could even 
bear to have this foul beast in the same room with her, 
let alone touching her secret place with his mouth as 
he had a moment ago.

She could see him haunched down on all fours between 
her wide-spread thighs, grinning up at her between her 
lush upstanding breasts as though he were a beast of 
prey ready to pounce on its helpless, fear-stricken 
victim and devour it in a savage sexually driven feast. 
Saliva dripped from his open mouth and fell on her 
narrow, slightly wet, vaginal split, mingling with her 
own juices there. She could sense it trailing down 
between the smooth soft cheeks of her buttocks in a 
teasing little tickling sensation.

"You're going to love this, baby," he hissed. She could 
feel his sweating palms press outward against her 
creamy white inner thighs, holding them wide apart. Her 
fearfully cringing vagina was totally naked to him, 
open to do as he willed, and she watched with a small 
gasp as his head lowered slowly, slowly, and then his 
breath was coursing hotly over her genitals again.

"Oooooh, pleeeeease!" the beautiful young blonde jerked 
as his lips closed moistly over the soft furry mound at 
the base of her belly. His face disappeared from her 
view into the soft pubic region as he planted maddenly 
tortuous kisses on the still defensively closed little 
opening, his tongue flicking out like a tiny snake into 
the sparse blonde pubic hairs on the quivering cuntal 
flanges, tickling and nipping at them with his teeth. 
The unexpected wet searing contact with the sensitive, 
throbbing opening of her inflamed vagina brought a 
gasping moan from deep in Kathy's throat. 

She had never let anyone do this to her and, though it 
sent strange sensations of pleasure rippling out of 
control through her body, she was certain that she 
should make some attempt to stop this terrible, 
perverted act. She clenched her brown eyes tightly shut 
and tried desperately to screw her buttocks away from 
the hot flicking tongue jabbing without mercy into her 
defenseless pussy, but his only response was a lewd 
snicker and another spearing thrust into the hot, 
tingling hole.

In spite of her revulsion at the horrible thing he was 
doing to her, Kathy felt her ripe young body beginning 
to respond with deep-rooted waves of passion that 
rippled in her heaving belly, down to the throbbing 
flesh between her thighs. Even, in her drug-dimmed 
mind, she could barely believe what she was doing and 
yet her buttocks jerked madly as the darting tongue 
sent helpless spasms of delicious sensation coursing 
through her raw nerves. 

The realization that she was actually enjoying the 
obscene caresses of a virtual stranger, behind her 
husband's back, came flooding back into her 
consciousness and she fought with all her will against 
the tiny licking sparks that threatened to burst into 
uncontrollable flame and devour her in her 
helplessness, but it was a futile effort while Max 
Alexander sucked relentlessly at her naked wet loins 
below.

She felt his hands move sensuously up over her stomach 
to her full, involuntarily throbbing breasts. He 
pinched the pink little buds of her nipples to painful 
erection, sending shivers of unwanted pleasure all 
through her nerves, betraying her mind and conscience 
like invisible Judas-like pin pricks of wonderful 
sensuality. It was the result of her fear, Kathy 
thought, grasping desperately for an explanation of the 
desire rising in her; it was the emotional shock of 
being blackmailed and earlier imagining her own husband 
making love to the ravishing models in his office... in 
this very building... Had he really cheated on her that 
way? How could she ever ask him now? Kathy wondered 
despairingly as she envisioned her marriage crumbling 
to ashes as a result of this terrible afternoon.

The terrified naked girl was hardly even aware of her 
present surroundings and could not clearly remember all 
that had happened since she had first entered her 
husband's employer's office. Nothing registered but the 
obscene currents of passionate fever racing in her 
blood along with the potent French aphrodisiac that she 
had innocently drunk such a short time ago.

Her own hands moved down over his hands on her full 
breasts, pressing them harder against the soft white 
mounds and then pushing them aside impatiently so that 
she could cup them firmly in her palms. Then, growing 
bolder as the itch of lust increased in every atom of 
her young body, she released her breasts and slid her 
hands down over her smooth, flat tummy, her fingers 
finally coming to a halt on either side of his hotly 
nibbling mouth.

Her fingertips stroked tenderly for a moment at the 
flexing hollows of her inner thighs and then moved in 
to slowly spread apart the fleshy pulsing lips of her 
moistly throbbing cuntal furrow, allowing his eager 
probing tongue complete access to the thin, vertical 
little mouth of her pussy. Her elbows pressed tightly 
against her ribs and her head lolled uncontrollably 
from side to side on the black rolled leather of the 
couch arm as her husband's boss, Max's hot searing 
tongue shot out, its soft flicking tip circling the 
erectness of the tremulously quivering clitoris.

"Ooooohhhh," she moaned, her silken blonde hair 
shimmering in the bright illumination of the golden 
sunlight through the penthouse office window. He sucked 
with his lips, drawing the soft warm folds of her 
vaginal opening deep into the hot cavern of his mouth, 
his tongue continuing its maddening licking against the 
straining pink nodule of her sex. She groaned huskily 
from deep in her throat as the hot busy tip worked its 
way up and down the length of the narrow wet crevice, 
starting at the top and pressuring its way down, down 
over the elastic portal of flesh surrounding her vagina 
and lower into the valley of her now rhythmically 
flexing buttocks where it paused momentarily to pay a 
wet probing homage to the tight brown ring of sensitive 
rubbery skin circling her throbbing little asshole.

"Yesssss, oooooh yeeeeesssss," Kathy gasped now 
shamelessly encouraging him as her whitely curved hips 
ground down hard into the leather cushion, her whole 
lower body writhing out of control as whining little 
animal sounds of rising desire escaped pitifully from 
between her tightly clenched teeth. Max labored like a 
madman between his young editor's wife's widely gaping 
thighs, feeling the soft wet pubic hair brushing 
tantalizingly against the cheeks of his face. He felt a 
sense of tremendous power he had never imagined 
possible, not even in his wildest fantasies. He 
actually had this almost virginal young beauty 
squirming under his merciless tongue, loving it, 
begging for it, groaning louder each time he drove the 
tip of his oral member deeper into the steaming hot 
crevice of her vagina... 

Shit, this was even better than he had expected and now 
he wanted to hear her beg for more, to plead for more 
of the debasement that would undermine her very soul 
and enslave her completely. Not even the powerful 
aphrodisiac had fired up the other girls he had seduced 
to this pitch of excitement, he thought, relishing the 
fact that the lovely blonde wife had no way of knowing 
that this was only the beginning for her. The brawny 
slavering millionaire realized that she was too far 
gone to resist anything he might plan for her and in 
his mind he began to luxuriate in the expectations of 
all the "Parties" and "gang fucks" he would arrange for 
his business associates, once this lovely little piece 
began work in "public relations."

Max chortled obscenely as he felt Kathy Cummings' 
slender fingers clawing at his thick, grey-flecked 
hair, trying to grasp his head in a desperately driven 
effort to guide his male face to the palpitating 
opening of her naked cunt. He ran his tongue out 
farther into the soft-rimmed flesh, flicking and 
swirling it for a moment in the moistness, and then 
quickly withdrawing it to tease again around the 
ragged, pinkly throbbing pussy lips. She responded by 
screwing her loins higher, searching, and her hands 
locked her upthrust groin. He allowed her to force him 
this time and locked his mouth vice-like over the tight 
little hole between her now hungrily squirming 
buttocks.

As his mouth rounded out in a large "O" shape and his 
lips covered the clasping viscous opening, Max thrust 
his tongue further in, bringing a low guttural moan 
from the beautiful girl whose soft warm thighs closed 
convulsively around both sides of his bobbing head. He 
could feel the wet young cuntal flesh slip moistly 
around his long extended tongue as the walls of the 
young woman's lewdly violated vagina opened and closed 
spasmodically in a tiny, thirsty sucking motion, trying 
to pull the maddening scarlet lance deeper and deeper 
into it. It felt as though the hungry nibbling pussy 
would pull out his tongue by the roots and devour it 
alive. 

Her hands were grasped tightly behind his head to pull 
him harder against the tiny hard clitoris above, his 
nose eagerly breathing in the pungent odor of her 
freely flowing lust juices. The musky aroma of her 
female arousal incited his cock to a hardness that he 
could hardly control... Jesus Christ, he was nearing 
the brink of insanity himself and was afraid that his 
balls would suddenly erupt to splatter his impatient 
cum all over his expensive, tailor-made trousers!

Kathy's entire being was adrift in the fiery tide of 
the moment. Every single muscle in her girlish body was 
tensed to the snapping point as she strained her naked 
vaginal plane upward toward the thrilling wet probe 
between her trembling thighs. Oh God, it was more 
ecstatically exciting than anything she had ever felt 
or believed could be! She had never realized that sex 
could be like this and her updrawn legs squeezed open 
and shut around the tormenting head fastened hard on 
her flame-seared hole, milking all she could of the 
pleasure it gave her.

"Aaaaahhhhh," she groaned, the cords of her slender 
neck flexing as she writhed. The blonde splayed her 
legs even wider to grant him full access to her 
delicious young loins as she frantically darted both of 
her hands to his ears, tugging forward on them until he 
thought she would virtually rip them off.

Confident now of the complete surrender of her 
enraptured body, Max suddenly forced his head from the 
clutching grip of her hands and stood up beside the 
couch. Kathy blinked dizzily at him, totally and 
agonizingly aware that she had lost his pleasure-giving 
mouth. Unconsciously, she squirmed her now desperately 
wanting loins up in an arch in the air as if someone 
would magically appear to drench the raw, animal fires 
that were raging out of control within her hungry 
loins.

Suddenly she realized that her husband's boss was 
stripping off his clothes, dropping them piece by piece 
onto the carpet at his feet. Less than a minute later, 
he was standing over her, completely naked, his thick 
pulsing penis jutting out like a gleaming white tree 
trunk from between his hairy legs. She stared openly at 
the heavily-veined shaft of flesh rising with the 
ominous aspect of a totem pole from beneath Max's 
slightly paunchy belly. Her senses were now so riled 
that she could barely focus her eyes. The throbbing 
organ seemed to be at least twice as large as her 
husband's, its broad head huge and spreading out even 
more as she watched. She cringed inwardly, thinking 
that no woman could possibly take something that 
monstrous and hard up inside her body... She would be 
split asunder, torn, forever ruined and of no use to 
any man again, whether husband or lover.

"What do you think of this, baby? Have you ever seen a 
cock as big as this before?" he asked crudely, his lips 
curled back in a wicked sneer as he took the massive 
penis in both hands and waved it obscenely at her 
fearfully bulging eyes. Kathy lay frozen under the 
appalling crudity of his obscene words -- and yet their 
very lewdness excited her more and more, so that she 
was at a loss to understand her own reactions to what 
was happening. She could feel the increasing moisture 
seeping out her pussy walls and crossed her legs to 
press them closer together, trying to ease the burning 
sensation that was churning madly in the pit of her 
slim belly. 

Max's fervent licking and sucking of her inexperienced 
young vagina had turned her entire body into a tense 
bundle of raw nerve-ends that she was powerless to 
control. She continued to stare at the impassioned 
company president's hard cock as it grew even larger, 
soaking up more blood and standing out further and 
further, a granite-hard pole of flesh that was an 
inflamed pink right up to the collar of skin under the 
head. The head itself was purplish, larger in diameter 
than the base, like a knuckleless fist at the end of an 
upraised arm. He was enjoying the insulting effect it 
was having on her as he pointed the semen-oozing tip 
directly at her face.

"Answer me," he barked. "How do you like my nice big 
prick? Wouldn't you love to have it shoved up between 
those pretty legs of yours?"

"I -- I don't know... It... it's so big," Kathy 
stammered, hating herself for not obeying her instinct 
to rise and flee from the office, from him and the 
certainty of what was soon to happen. But the potent 
aphrodisiac he had given her, plus everything else that 
had happened so far that afternoon to break down her 
defenses, rendered her incapable of moving or wanting 
anything at all but what was in store for her if she 
remained there on the couch. Then, as though he had 
heard her thoughts, he stepped proudly up to the side 
of the sofa and sat down beside her, reaching over with 
both hands to seize her lush breasts and squeeze them 
together like huge straining grapefruits. She could 
feel small pin-pricks of a wildly rising sexual 
excitement racing through the tips of them as he rolled 
the light-brown ever hardening nipples between his 
thumbs and forefingers. 

She tried to turn away, reflexively, not wanting to 
succumb, to make a last futile stand against the 
impending surrender of her wifely honor, but the 
pressure of his strong male grip was altogether too 
much for her in her present state of mind. Nothing 
mattered but her feelings and she had forgotten about 
being a proper young housewife, about her husband, 
Henry, about everything except the sheer joy of having 
this middle-aged man's nakedly lusting body sweating 
hotly against her tingling female flesh.

His hands dropped from her bulging white breasts to 
fondle the curved young nudity of her hips and trace 
the lovely full convexities of her sides. She felt the 
gouging hardness of his huge cock against her thigh as 
he leaned over her, his hands busy with their 
manipulations of her lower belly and his hot mouth now 
clamped over one breast, sucking and pulling at it, 
frequently pausing to nip and nibble with his teeth at 
the erect bud-like nipple.

"Now do you want it? Now do you want some stiff prick 
shoved in you?" he asked harshly, his voice sharp and 
rasping, glorying in making the innocent young wife of 
one of his employees listen to their crudeness.

"Oh... I... I'm afraid," the beautiful young woman 
responded innocently, unaware that her very 
helplessness served only to excite him more. He knew 
that she was raging inside, that her body was exploding 
with desire from his touch and the aphrodisiac she had 
trustingly swallowed. Despite her real fear, she could 
not tear her hot gaze from the indecent sight of his 
enormous cock. As she watched, it jerked slightly 
higher, causing her to shiver and blush reflexively as 
she despised herself for the surges of base desire that 
made her ache to have him sunk deep up inside her 
eagerly waiting belly. 

In a remote corner of her mind, she kept repeating over 
and over to herself that she only wanted this burly 
man, a man who was probably old enough to be her 
father, because she had no choice but to appease him 
for fear of Henry losing his job. But even she knew in 
the foremost part of her consciousness that it was only 
an excuse to herself and that sheer sexual craving was 
the real force behind everything she was experiencing. 
Erotic tremors ran up her back at the sight of Max's 
fully erect prick standing out from his virile loins 
like a massive cobra whose head fanned out menacingly 
at the end of its pulsing length. God, it was huge she 
marveled, unable to take her eyes from the tremendous 
fleshy length.

"Yes... I want it," she finally murmured, training her 
smoky, desire-clouded eyes for a moment on his face as 
he feasted on her breasts, now flushed and swollen from 
the mauling of his mouth. The candor of her confession 
seemed to delight him and he wasted no time as he 
lifted himself from her, grasping her shoulders to move 
her into a better position, length-wise, on the soft 
leather cushions. Using her huge, firmly white breasts 
for leverage, he pulled himself on top of her, his 
heavier weight along the length of her body squashing 
her down into the sofa. 

He came to rest directly between her helplessly 
pulsating legs, forcing them wider apart with his own 
thick hairy thighs as he pulled her tightly against him 
and dropped one hand down between them to take the long 
hard throbbing cock in his fingers and guide it 
forward, using the thick rubbery tip to part the wet 
fleshy lips of her now voracious demanding pussy. She 
flung her head to one side on the cushions, closing her 
eyes and groaning in mingled excitement and despair as 
she felt its first hot startling contact against the 
ragged pink edges of her moistly glistening cunt. She 
held her breath for what seemed an eternity, lying 
there in utter wantonness beneath him, not even daring 
to breathe or move.

"Oooooh, God, hurry!" she finally moaned, no longer 
caring what he thought of her for allowing this 
indecent attack on her young, desirable body.

But then he pushed forward, splitting her cunt lips 
wider, and she felt the first wave of pain from the 
cruel pressure of his inhumanely huge cock on the 
tender outer walls of her pussy.

"Oh, nooooo, waaaaiiiit -- it's too big!" she cried as 
the thick tip slipped further in, stretching wide the 
tiny, hair-fringed entrance until Kathy felt as if her 
abdomen were splitting wide-apart from the relentless 
outward force of his merciless probing.

"Stop, please, for God's sake, you're hurting me, 
you're hurting me!" She was almost screaming as she 
jerked open her eyes in agony and saw that he had not 
even heard her and was lost in the perverted delight of 
subjugating her helplessly-pinioned body. Suddenly his 
no longer handsome but now lustfully staring face 
twisted into a contorted expression of sheer animal 
desire as he looked down at the defenseless girl lying 
spread-eagled beneath him, the head of his large virile 
penis disappearing inch by inch into the soft, blondly 
curling hair of her pussy. 

He fell forward then, his weight smashing her full 
rounded breasts tightly back against her heaving lungs 
as he thrust his hips forward and rammed into her soft 
hot belly, the long, thick prick gliding into cunt like 
a driving telephone pole and pushing the delicate moist 
flesh of her cuntal walls before it in helplessly 
rippling waves. There was no stopping him and he rammed 
on, deeper and deeper, until with a loud groan, his 
sperm inflated balls smacked loudly against the wide 
held cheeks of her naked buttocks.

"Aaaaagggghhhh!" she screamed beneath him. She had 
never been so utterly filled in her life and his bone-
hard, heavily-veined cock felt as though it had ripped 
her vaginal passage into a thousand tiny shreds as he 
slammed into her without thought of mercy or injury to 
her tender insides. And now it lay sunk deep in her 
belly, filling it to the point of bursting. There was 
not a single tiny ridge of flesh on it that she could 
not feel as it pressed tightly against the soft flesh 
of her young pussy, encased in the moist hot sheath 
like a great spike planted heartlessly in its victim's 
stomach.

"How's that, Mrs. Cummings?" he tormented, feeling her 
insides opening to receive him deep in her womb. She 
was whimpering and pleading desperately now as he 
thought of her snotty little husband and began to fuck 
ruthlessly into her, gritting his teeth with lust and 
luxuriating in his awareness that she was compulsively 
following him, beginning to hump in wild, spasmodic 
jerks beneath him. She groaned as if in anguish, 
shocking herself as she threw up her arms to wrap them 
tightly around his neck, pulling his solid well-defined 
chest into the velvety softness of her beautiful white 
breasts. 

He plunged his long cock in and out, filling and 
emptying her, sinking his long slippery prick back and 
forth between her vaginal lips and on up to her cervix 
until she felt as though it would tear up into her 
intestines. Her mouth moved against her will, opening 
and closing in response to each stroke of his cock, her 
shining titian hair flowing out on the black leather 
and fanning like silken threads, glinting subtle 
highlights of topaz and gold and rust as her head rose 
and fell with her movements. There was nothing that 
could stop her insane race for fulfillment and Max 
Alexander fucked like a savage to end it for both of 
them.

"Oh, yes, oh yesssss," she breathed without thought of 
shame, her entire being lost in the overpowering 
pleasure that had replaced the initial pain of his 
impalement of her. He slipped his hands down her sides 
and grasped the wildly pumping cheeks of her ass, 
jerking them up off the cushions to gain better access 
to the moist wet hole of her cunt. Then, pressing 
further forward, he slid his palms down to her knees 
and forced her legs up off the couch, wide, and pushed 
them brutally back over her shoulders until her toes 
pressed painfully into the leather on either side of 
her head. Her tortured body was bent back double, jack-
knifed, the stress on her painfully strained muscles 
almost causing her to beg for mercy. 

The whole of her wetly glistening groin was opened to 
him as he increased the power of his thrusts, driving 
in with long, hard lunges that seemed to receive their 
momentum from the very tips of his toes, cramming the 
very last inch of his cock into her with thundering 
lust, until fresh ecstatic moans fell from her lips, 
resounding through the office like the cries of a 
wounded beast. Her nostrils flared and her eyes rolled 
back, fixing hypnotically on the ceiling above the 
rhythmically groaning sofa.

Max sweated above her, driving with longer smoother 
strokes into the hotly steaming passage up between her 
drawn back thighs as her long tapered nails clawed 
frantically at him, pulling him wildly into her. 
Deliberately teasing her, he pulled his cock almost all 
the way out of her hungrily clasping young vagina on 
the back stroke, then thrust forward again into her 
uplifted buttocks until he could feel the hard slap of 
his testicles against the unprotected crevice of her 
anus. Juicy wet smacking sounds filled the office with 
each brutal fuck-stroke he made into her, blending in 
tempo with the sounds of their hoarse breathing and the 
rhythmic lurching squeaks of their naked, sweat-soaked 
flesh on the black leather.

Max placed his hands on either side of her and lifted 
himself so that he could watch the young woman's 
exquisitely beautiful face. It was something he did not 
want to miss, the humiliating surrender of this smooth, 
soft-bodied young wife who had bounced so innocently 
into his private office just a short time ago. Well, 
she was being brought to life this afternoon and he 
could think of nothing nicer than having her hot little 
cunt at his disposal whenever he wanted her. He heard 
her sharp gasps of pleasure as he fucked heavily into 
her, skewering her, and she was loving it, fucking back 
shamelessly, urging him on with every lunge.

"Oh, God, fill me, fill me! Give me more!" she begged, 
gasping as if she were close to death.

"You love it, don't you? You love cock just like any 
other whore?" he demanded, ramming harder into her for 
emphasis. "You're going to be my little whore, aren't 
you?"

"Whore?" she faltered for a moment, not certain that 
she understood what her husband's boss was saying to 
her. Then she realized that it was true -- she had 
allowed herself to lose control over all the things she 
knew were right and was now no better than a slut from 
the street. No, she would never be the same again.

"That's right, whore!" Max spat down at her, relishing 
the confused mixture of pleasure and debasement he saw 
on her sweet face. "From now on, you'll fuck when I 
want you to -- if you don't want your husband to know 
what kind of slut you really are!"

"Oooooh, yesss... yesssss," she sobbed, out of her mind 
with the humiliating truth of her confession. She would 
have to submit to this horrible man's every desire, 
just to hide from her husband the terrible truth of her 
own weakness. And yet, whore that she was, she didn't 
care now. Nothing was real to her but the sweet hot 
pleasure that made her wave her hungrily gyrating young 
buttocks in uncontrolled frenzy up and down, from side 
to side, spiraling her starving cunt along the full 
length of his huge cock to gain every atom of sensation 
she possibly could.

Max Alexander grinned smugly as he stepped up the 
viciousness of his strokes until his pelvis smacked 
like a wooden paddle against the ragged pink flanges of 
her delicious little pussy, his huge, lust-hardened 
cock fucking deep into the far hidden recesses of her 
heatedly writhing belly. He felt the cords of her neck 
and thighs stand out and tense as she squirmed under 
him, working toward her climax, aching now with all her 
being to have the middle-aged man shoot his sperm into 
her soft heaving stomach. Just then, though, he decided 
to complete his conquest and introduce her to something 
totally unexpected. He slid his fingers down over the 
tight skin of her firm white ass and found the tiny 
elastic-rimmed anus cradled defenselessly below. It was 
soft and warm and he could feel its tiny crinkled lips 
working in time with the grinding of her buttocks as 
she pushed against his pounding loins. His finger 
shoved into it with a quick hard movement and he felt 
the tender rubbery flesh yielding before his attack.

"God, oooooh," she gasped in painful protest at the 
unexpected intrusion, the plea tumbling from her lips 
in surprise. But he thrust harder, taking pleasure in 
hearing her helpless little sounds of subjugation.

"Oh, pleeeeease, nooooo," she wailed, trying to twist 
away from this indecent outrage against her 
defenselessly cringing asshole.

He worked his finger around inside her, stretching the 
rubbery softness wider and wider as he ground into it. 
He slipped another finger in then and felt the tight 
resistance give way as it moved into the warm, fragile 
depths. The deep guttural noises coming from her throat 
changed slowly into whimpers of pain for a moment, then 
were replaced by greater moans of pleasure as her 
slightly stretched anus gradually grew accustomed to 
the strange unnatural penetration. 

A smile of victory broke across his lust-contorted face 
as he felt her begin to slowly screw her buttocks back 
on his hand, grinding her obscenely filled rectum down 
voraciously now on the buried fingers as he probed them 
methodically around in the warm rubbery depths. She was 
hopelessly impaled between his throbbing hard cock in 
her cunt and his fingers shoved cruelly up into her 
asshole. And now, whimpering and moaning beneath him, 
she increased her twisting and bucking movements under 
this double ravishment of her loins.

He slid his other hand slowly up from the smooth 
rounded cheeks of her writhing ass to where his 
hardened cock was pistoning wetly in and out of her 
pussy and teased cruelly the wet, hair-lined folds 
clasping tightly around his rampaging thickness. He 
could feel their fleshy softness pulling and giving 
with each long hard, jack-hammer thrust he made into 
her.

Suddenly he quickened his thrusts, hot and pulsating 
and deep, as she battered her body mercilessly beneath 
him. He knew that she was his now, completely, utterly, 
and Max had no intention of showing the least bit of 
mercy or human compassion. He wanted to hear her plead 
for his hot cum, to beg to be filled with it, so that 
she would remember, long after this day was over, what 
power he had wielded over body and mind.

"Tell me, whore, tell me what you want," Max growled as 
he deliberately slowed his stroking movements and 
teasingly ran his massive length only half-way into 
her, "Do you want me to fuck you and shoot my cum up 
into your snooty little cunt?"

"Oh yes, pleeeeease!" the voluptuous blonde gasped, her 
pride completely destroyed as she lay pinned and naked 
under his male weight. The thought of begging a 
complete stranger to drive the huge cock into her and 
empty his sperm-laden balls into her belly was 
unthinkable, but she was beyond caring now and yearned 
only for her own climax, now so close.

"I... I can't," she said, hesitating to submit to this 
final last degradation. This, she knew, would be the 
final surrender and there would be no escaping him ever 
again.

It was the only thing she had left.

By cruel treachery, he had taken everything else, her 
pride in her fidelity to her husband, her self-respect, 
everything was gone now. She could not let him have the 
pleasure of hearing her beg as well. And yet, she knew 
she would. Insane passion pulsed in her bloodstream 
like a lust-lit neon sign, sending searing electrical 
signals through her nerves and building her excitement 
to a crest that would surely drive her insane if she 
did not find relief. At last, closing her eyes so that 
she would not have to face the sadistic delight in his 
eyes, she murmured:

"Oh, please, for God's sake, do it! Fuck me! Shoot your 
cum in my cunt!"

Grunting with approval of her submission, the older, 
heavily sweating man increased the tempo of his 
thrusts, grinding hard and deep into her so that his 
rigidly pistoning cock bored far up into the hidden 
recesses of her swaying young belly. Her naked breasts 
heaved and quivered up against the pressure of his 
sweating chest, the tiny hard nipples digging into him 
like the buttons of a coat. 

The fire of sheer animal desire flared madly in his 
lunging groin and he too was now aware of nothing else 
in the world but the exciting fact that this beautiful 
young girl, the wife of his smart-assed magazine 
editor, was going insane beneath him, bucking her 
satiny ass and kicking with her heels against his broad 
shoulders as he fucked more and more savagely into her. 
Of all the hot bitches he had fucked in this very 
office, this one was among the best, if not the very 
best, and this time, he planned to make sure that it 
would be a special occasion. This tender little piece 
was going to be doing everything he wanted until the 
day her punk husband got wise to what was going on, if 
he ever did.

"Oh, ooooohhhhh, Goooooddddd! I'm cumming... I'm 
cummmmming nowwwww!" Kathy suddenly squealed in a high-
pitched voice as she locked her slim ankles in a death 
grip high up behind his laboring, sweat slickened 
torso. Her passion-imprisoned body heaved and she held 
on to him desperately, not moving but quivering and 
jerking around him in a pulsating rhythm that served to 
spew her orgasmic fluids out around his still hard 
driving cock. It trickled hotly down the wide-split 
crevice of her buttocks, soaking his heavily slapping 
balls and the two fingers buried all the way to the 
hilt up in her tiny puckered rectum.

He felt her jerk up toward him, the lips of her hotly 
seething little cunt working and sucking at his 
imbedded, marble-hard prick as though trying to milk 
him dry. Her breath was coming in short, panting gasps 
and he frantically withdrew to thrust deep in again, 
feeling his own hot boiling sperm suddenly race up from 
his balls, jetting from the tip of his heavily 
throbbing cock and far on up into her soft quivering 
belly.

Kathy's lust-crazed brain whirled in mindless 
sensuality as the burning, powerful squirts of her 
husband's boss' cum surged into her, filling her with 
warm sticky wetness and mingling with her own cum 
juices in a wet pool of forbidden joy that the 
astonished young blonde had never before imagined. 
Then, after a long moment of gasping sighs, Kathy's 
trembling, perfectly-sculptured body was drained of 
everything, and her passion spent limbs collapsed 
loosely onto the cushions as Max's grip on her buttocks 
slowly relaxed. 

She shuddered for a second as he pulled his fingers 
from her tiny stretched anus with a soft wet hissing 
sound, then lay motionless, her body beaten and 
satiated as it had never been before. Tears welled in 
her cocoa-brown eyes as a sense of shame and 
humiliation rushed over her and she suddenly remembered 
where she was and just whose thick penis it was that 
was still soaking deep in her warmly pulsating vagina.

"Please, get off me, Mr. Alexander," she said finally, 
attempting to regain a little of the dignity that had 
been torn from her in the debasing sexual experience 
she had just undergone. "I... I have to go home to cook 
m-my h-husband's dinner."

The mention of Henry brought fresh tears trickling from 
her eyes and she wondered how she would ever explain 
her long absence to him. No matter what he might have 
said last night, she had no valid excuse for allowing a 
virtual stranger to ravage her body this way and she 
silently vowed that Henry must never, never know about 
what she had done.

"Oh, of course, my dear," the older man smiled 
condescendingly down at her misery. "Here, let me pull 
it out."

She closed her eyes to the sight of his lewd grin and 
quivered slightly as she felt him lift his hips, 
slipping his now-soft penis from her sperm flooded 
vagina with a soft, wet sucking noise. A cool rush of 
fresh air flowed over her loins when he rolled from her 
body, lowering his spent body to the floor beside the 
couch, and she heaved a long sigh of anguished relief.

Kathy had heard no sound and had not even realized that 
someone could have quietly opened the office door and 
slipped inside, until the sound of a woman's deep-
throated chuckle made her eyes flutter open once again. 
The nakedly lying girl's mouth fell open in horrified 
dismay as she saw a statuesque, raven-haired woman, 
clad in an expensive looking red knit suit, lounging 
gracefully on the far arm of the leather sofa, her 
shapely crossed legs resting a few inches from where 
Kathy's shoeless feet had fallen limply on the cushions 
only a few moments before.

"Oh, God... oh no," Kathy sobbed in incoherent horror 
at the idea of another woman, probably some business 
associate of her husband, Henry, seeing her like this, 
limbs askew and her belly filled with the lewd wetness 
of Max Alexander's expended orgasm. Her well-used body 
lurched to a sitting position and she pulled her long 
legs tightly under her, crossing her arms over the 
front of her body in a vain attempt to hide her 
nakedness.

"Well, well, if it isn't June!" Max boomed heartily as 
he too noticed the other woman in the office for the 
first time. "As you can see, my natural impulses got 
the best of me. If you hadn't dressed, baby, you could 
have joined the party!"

"So I see," the gorgeous dark-haired woman answered 
calmly as she wryly surveyed Kathy's still-cowering 
figure. "You said this would be interesting... and I 
certainly hope it is, Max."

Kathy's dark brown eyes widened in shock as she 
listened to the conversation going on around her and 
she suddenly decided that this lovely woman must be Max 
Alexander's wife. Despite the fear that had filled her 
only a second ago, she now felt only compassion for the 
mature beauty who sat at her feet and she 
sympathetically remembered all the hurt and horror she 
herself had felt at the idea of her own husband making 
love to the gorgeous models he used in the magazine.

"Oh, Mrs. Alexander, forgive me," the strawberry blonde 
sobbed out, trying desperately to assuage what she 
imagined was the terrible pain the older woman must be 
experiencing. "I don't know what happened... It was all 
my fault... I swear I'll never come into this place 
again... I'll never be going near your husband..."

"Oh, for God's sake, calm down. Max is entitled to a 
little strange pussy once in a while."

"Please don't blame him... I don't know how to convince 
you..." Kathy went on tearfully, then faltered as the 
brunette's coolly uttered words penetrated her tortured 
consciousness. The humiliated young wife had been 
wringing her hands and staring down at the carpet all 
the time she was talking, but now as she looked up 
beseechingly, Kathy saw that the other woman did not 
appear upset in the least. To the contrary, the dark-
haired woman's expression was one of slightly bored 
amusement.

Confused, Kathy turned to Max for some sort of 
explanation but was met with the sight of his bulky 
naked body doubled over in silent laughter. She watched 
in astonishment as he righted himself with effort after 
retrieving one of his expensive Havana cigars from the 
pocket of his fallen jacket.

"I-I don't understand... I should leave," Kathy 
murmured to no one in particular and she was about to 
swing her legs off the couch when Max reached out and 
placed his hand firmly on one of her smooth creamy 
knees.

"Not so fast, baby," Max grinned sardonically around 
the fat cigar in his mouth. "Don't you want to meet 
your new boss, or have you changed your mind about your 
job... and your hubby's?"

"My new boss?" Kathy repeated blankly as she tried to 
make her exhausted mind operate efficiently once again. 
"But I thought... isn't she your -- "

"No, darling, I'm the public relations department, the 
personal public relations department," June interrupted 
smoothly, then chuckled at the look of startlement and 
confusion that again crossed Kathy's sweet young face. 
"My name is June Stillson and I am the closest thing to 
a wife Max has," she added slightly more threateningly 
and then looked at Max. "Is she going to be my 
assistant?"

"You got it, baby. You keep telling me that you can't 
handle all of my business associates, so now you've got 
someone to help you share the load," Max chortled to 
his mistress, his penetrating gaze roaming insultingly 
over Kathy's still-unclothed body.

"But Max, I -- " June began.

"You can have her do shows for the guys, just the way 
she performed for you this afternoon." Once again his 
eyes lingered approvingly on the ripe young contours of 
Kathy's lush form. "You have to admit, June, that she 
did very well... very well indeed."

"All right Max!" June snapped bitterly. Kathy's gaze 
darted up to catch a gleam of unmistakable jealousy in 
the older woman's expression. The youthful wife felt a 
sudden pang of apprehension about her future but then 
quickly forgot it as the lovely brunette turned to face 
her with an inquiring smile. "Do you think you can 
handle it, dear? Even Max, the stud here, can't come up 
to some of the monsters we'll have to... entertain. And 
sometimes they get a little strange when they're 
drunk... I just thought I should warn you."

"You don't mean that I have to... to make love with 
strange men?" Kathy gasped in disbelief as she stared 
from one to the other of her two tormentors. As before, 
she was threatened by the cruel sarcasm that she 
thought she had heard in June Stillson's voice and she 
wondered if this was not some cruel trick they had 
contrived to humiliate her even more. But she could see 
from the sadistic, gloating expression on Max's face 
that it was all true. 

She had been led into a vicious trap, like an 
unsuspecting baby lamb, and there was no way out for 
her. She knew it now, just as she had known it when Max 
had called her a whore earlier, when his vile erect 
cock had been spearing in and out of her obscenely 
eager vagina. She had made herself into no more than a 
common slut when she had given in to the seemingly 
irresistible temptation this afternoon, and now she 
would have to do whatever those two horrible 
blackmailers wanted -- if she wanted to keep her 
marriage intact. 

There was no other way, except to let Henry lose his 
job, and besides, she was certain that Max would 
happily blackmail her with what had happened today in 
his office. She knew that her husband would never 
forgive her if he should ever find out the awful truth.

"I -- I guess I have no choice," she said slowly, 
trying to blink back the tears of pitiful frustration 
and shame that were filling her eyes. The pretty little 
blonde stared hard into both June Stillson's and Max 
Alexander's faces, trying to find some pity or 
compassion in their expressions, but she found only two 
pairs of coldly amused eyes. Their demon-like 
indifference to her distress filled her with deep 
resentment over the injustice of her situation but she 
could do absolutely nothing but gaze contemptuously 
back at them. "May I go home now? I mean, are you 
finished with me yet," she finally asked icily.

"Not for a long time, baby," Max quipped, leering 
hungrily again at her naked body as she rose upright 
from the couch, stepping carefully over his unclad 
body, still seated on the floor, to reach the crumpled 
heap of her clothing lying on the plush carpet a few 
feet away.

June scowled irritably and then turned toward the 
miserable young woman, saying, "Pouting won't get you 
anywhere, honey, and I don't have time to play games 
with you. Take the job or forget it. And remember, 
nobody's forcing you to work for Alexander Steel 
Company," she added with a sly, ironic grin of 
insolence and spite.

"That's right," Max smirked evilly. "Now, I think you 
ought to start work tomorrow."

"Yes, if you want me to," Kathy nodded humbly as with 
down cast eyes she hurriedly put on her clothes, tears 
of stinging shame and resignation spilling at last in 
tiny wet trails down her flushed cheeks. "I'll do 
anything to save Henry's job and... and our marriage."

"Don't worry, sweetie, you'll have to," Max rasped 
ominously as he also rose to his feet. "But right now, 
I'll give you your first paycheck, in advance, just to 
make your new job look a little more attractive to you. 
As I recall, money was your problem, wasn't it?"

Without waiting for her reply, the hulking executive 
strode calmly back to his desk on the other side of the 
room, his long thick penis dangling like a vulgar 
length of limp hose under his softening belly as he 
bent slightly over to open a desk drawer and rummage 
around inside. Kathy saw a brief flash of green as he 
nonchalantly stuffed several bills into a white legal-
size envelope and sealed it with a swipe of his fleshy 
red tongue.

"There you are, kid," he said fliply, tossing the 
envelope toward her across the broad expanse of 
shinning wooden desk. "And if you want more, you'd 
better come up with a convincing story about what 
you're really doing on your new job. I'd hate to be 
forced to tell my version of everything to young Henry 
if he came storming in here, yelling rape."

"Oh yes, I can just see it now -- Henry Cummings' cute 
golden-haired little wife trying to explain to him what 
she does during her afternoons," June exclaimed gaily, 
her interest renewing in the younger woman. With a wry 
teasing smile, she added, "You can tell him for me that 
if he ever wants to get into the act, I'll be right up 
here in my office waiting for him. He looks a little 
green, but hell, he might be taught to be a great lay."

Her last mocking words were lost on Kathy, who had 
grabbed up her purse and the envelope from Max's desk 
and hurried out of the room, a muffled sob her only 
farewell. After the door slammed shut behind her, the 
silence in the office was broken only by the sound of 
Max Alexander's self-satisfied laughter.

"Dammit, Max, be quiet," his black-haired mistress 
hissed suddenly.

"Why, baby, what's the matter," the naked, greying 
company president inquired facetiously, a look of 
injured innocence clouding his face. "You said that I 
deserved a little "strange pussy" now and then, and 
anyway, I told you I'd explain everything."

"Well, I hope you have a good reason for picking on the 
kid like that," she said with disgust in her voice. 
"Now I'll bet you're too worn out to take me to dinner 
as you promised."

"Aw, hell, since when did a good fuck ever wear out 
Maxwell Alexander?" he cackled in amusement, shrugging 
his shoulders as he added: "So what's your problem, 
baby?"

"Nothing, Max, nothing at all, except that I got a good 
look at you two going at it before you noticed me in 
here. And, if you want to know the truth, I can't 
remember the last time you fucked the way you were 
laying into that innocent little bitch!" June spat.

"Why, honey, don't tell me you're jealous of that naive 
little girl," he crooned mockingly but smiling 
affectionately at the fuming brunette. "Don't play the 
dumb cocktail waitress with me, because I know you 
better than that -- and anyway, you're hotter in bed 
than ten of those silly little broads."

"Well, maybe I was jealous," she muttered in a low 
voice, somewhat mollified by his words, "but now that 
you've had your fun with her, we'll hand her over to 
your wolfish business pals. We wouldn't want to risk 
having her husband catch her with you, the boss, would 
we?"

"Okay, okay," Max soothed her, circling around the desk 
to enfold her in his brawny arms. "When did I ever do 
anything you didn't like?"

"Ever since the night I met you, you horny old 
bastard," June shot back, but smiling now as she 
allowed herself to be crushed tightly to his naked 
hairy chest.

Max knew that the crisis was over, for the moment 
anyway, and released her so that he could reach down 
and retrieve his clothing from the floor. The middle-
aged steel magnate's mind was already working out plans 
for the next time he got that sweet-assed little blonde 
in his hands. "Ahhhh," he sighed satisfactorily to 
himself. "He would teach that young magazine editor of 
his to forget his picture, he would teach him well!"


 Chapter 5

"Where have you been, honey? I've been home for nearly 
an hour and dinner isn't even started yet!" the 
youthful masculine voice came from inside the living-
room as Kathy stealthily pushed open the door of their 
attractive suburban home. She had made infuriatingly 
slow connections on the buses out of Los Angeles and 
had hoped to be able to sneak into the house and make 
some plausible excuse to Henry about gossiping away the 
afternoon with a neighbor. But now, as she heard the 
sound of her husband's footsteps coming toward her from 
their living room with its big picture window facing 
the street, she knew that he must have seen her 
hurrying up the sidewalk from the bus-stop at the 
corner.

"I'm sorry, darling. I went into the city today," she 
called back, meekly lowering her voice as Henry's 
slender, solid form appeared in the doorway from the 
living room. "I got back as soon as I could."

"Dammit, have you been out shopping again, Kathy?" he 
interrupted, his blue eyes glowering beneath his thick 
shock of unruly dark brown hair. "I don't see any 
packages, so I assume you've bought one of the larger 
so-called necessities of life. What is it this time, a 
baby grand piano or a mink coat that they're going to 
deliver tomorrow?"

"Oh, Henry, don't be silly," the sweet-faced blonde 
girl giggled nervously as she suddenly felt an 
unreasoning fear that her husband might somehow guess 
what had really happened to her in his boss' office 
that afternoon. Her slender fingers gripped more 
tightly the handle of her leather purse which contained 
the envelope that Max Alexander had given her. Gazing 
timidly up at Henry through her long, golden lashes, 
she tremulously explained, "I... I went in for 
something else, dar