When Hugo Brandon worked, he worked hard. He had to in order to control his empire which consisted of the most influential newspaper in the state, an entertainment complex known simply as The Club, and a piece of the action of a number of ventures, mostly the speculative type which were not stable enough at the outset to attract conservative bank money.
But when he played, he did so with the same gusto. Thanks to the fact that he had a knack for finding the right people, inspiring their loyalty, then allowing them to run their show, he Was able to spend much more time playing than working.
When he played, he chose female playmates, not just any females, but beautiful, firm fleshed, intelligent females. "I wouldn't screw a woman that I couldn't talk with for an hour or so later," was an integral part of his philosophy, so that in addition to having it in her bra and panties, a candidate for the role of a Hugo girl, had to have it in her head too.
The three playmates who had come to his apartment that evening, by invitation, as always, had it all. The four had chatted, listened to music, sipped a few drinks, then settled down to a game of cards, a Hugo game.
Before commencing play, he stripped naked and liked what he saw in the eyes of his partners. He had an athletic build and was more handsome at the age of forty-one than he had been ten years before.
But it was not his overall build which caught their attention. Rather, it was his erect penis. Rumors in certain circles had him being hung like a horse, but as in the case of most rumors, that was an exaggeration. He was really hung like a man whose organ, fully erect, measured an impressive seven inches, not abnormal, yet enough to make most men envious and most women anxious to try it on for size. Many women had done so and Hugo had received no complaints, except for the odd, sighing female who later reported that after a night with Hugo, she'd had difficulty performing such operations as walking and sitting down.
As the game commenced, the women wore bras, panties, garter belts and nylons. The garter belts and nylons would remain, but as each lost a hand, she removed one of the two dispensable garments.
Each player was dealt ten cards, one at a time, then the face value of the cards was totaled. The total of Hugo's hand became the target, the player whose total was fartherest from it was the loser. While clothing remained on, she parted with bra or panties "as her penalty.
When she had no more clothes to remove, the loser lay across Hugh's naked thighs, and her pretty buttocks received one spank for each point by which she had lost.
But Hugo liked variety, so that from time to time, instead of administering the spanking, he would delegate that task to another player. He enjoyed watching one beautiful woman spanking another, and in the course of such games, he watched such scenes often, delighting in seeing bare breasts dance while spanker warmed the firm, naked bottom of spankee, and, if the job was done in the proper manner, sobs and cries further warmed the room.
Within ten hands, Hugo's three playmates wore only garter belts and nylons and he had administered three spankings and watched one other.
On the next hand, Midge, who stood all of five feet in height and had the figure of an erotic Dresden doll, lost her third hand out of four. Her bottom still hot and tingling from previous spankings, elected to pay some other form of penalty rather than take a spanking.
"I don't blame you at all, Midge," Hugo told her with a grin. "Your chubby little bum still looks hot. Lie on your back and Olga will ride your face until you make her come. That should provide a pleasant interlude for all of us."
The young beauty quickly lay on the carpet in the circle of players, then Olga, the tall, sophisticated, cool looking but very warm beauty, went to her. Her lush breasts bobbing excitingly, she knelt astride the face of the girl, used the tips of long, beautifully manicured fingers to part the lips of her warm organ, then slowly delivered her warm crotch to the waiting face below and felt Midge's hands clutch at her to pull her more firmly onto her face.
"Ooh, look," Dawn, the other player sighed, "don't you just love the way she pulls a crotch onto her face. She does it like she's pulling on a tight glove. There isn't a better cunt lapper in the business than Midge."
"I agree," Hugo told her as they watched the young beauty lap her partner, "but then again, she's great at everything sexual. When she sucks my cock, she does it with the charm and the air of innocence of a tiny girl, yet she has the instincts and the secual drive of a first class whore."
While Hugo and Dawn watched and chatted, they saw Olga squirm and heard a little whimper. Crawling over to the pair, Dawn checked, then giggled as she looked at Hugo.
"I guessed it," she told him with a laugh, "that little devil has a finger up Olga's arsehole. What a naughty little brat she is."
"She's also a clever one," Hugo told her, "Midge knows Olga doesn't like to have her hole diddled. It will slow down her orgasm and give the little devil a lot more time to lap her cunt."
"I'll fix her, the little bitch," Olga told them with a wink.
They watched her make a subtle change in position, then, as they stared closely, saw that she had moved so that her behind was sitting on Midge's face, the nose of the little one captured between the firm buttocks of the woman who was pressing down hard, smiling at her superior position. She held her victim there for a couple of minutes, then raised off her face with a smile of triumph.
"Now, little Miss Midge," she said, looking down at the girl who breathed deeply as her nose was liberated, "will you get on with the job of lapping my cunt and leave my arsehole alone?"
Giggling, Midge assured her she would. Olga brought her warm crotch back into position and Midge used all her erotic skill and quickly lapped the woman to climax. Her orgasm was obviously a strong one, and as she writhed through it, the tall beauty used her wet, warm vulva to give Midge a very thorough facial.
"That really stirred me up," Hugo commented as the two returned for the next round. "The loser of this hand is going to get a pussy full of stiff cock."
As they resumed play, each of the women was hoping to lose. In their game, face cards had a zero value and each time one fell, the claimant of it smiled, since it was obvious that Hugo was gathering a low count hand.
On his last two cards, he drew tens, with the result that what seemed like a sure loss, and thereby a win, for Midge, turned around and gave Olga the biggest point spread.
Smiling, she got to her feet and approached Hugo, seeing his long, stout penis throbbing with arousal. As he stood, she dropped to her knees and, holding his big scrotum gently in her left hand, she caressed the heavy sac lovingly while she fed the head of his hard organ into her mouth and gave it a little sucking.
When he patted her shoulder lightly, she released his penis, then, after checking with him, knelt on all fours, her magnificent body delightfully presented for his pleasure and that of the audience of two.
As he knelt behind her, Hugo saw that her buttocks were still faintly pink from a previous spanking. They would have been more exciting were they red and hot from a more recent spanking, he thought, but rules were rules and so he decided against giving her another spanking. With a little sigh, he sent his long organ under her beautifully arched behind, guided it to her more than well lubricated slit, then it was pushing into her as she groaned with delight.
"Oh yes," she groaned, "Christ, how I love it when you feed that big bone to me so slowly. Damn it, you're teasing me, you're driving me crazy," she panted.
And indeed he was. Hugo had given her about four inches of his organ and was working it in and out from there, making her beg for the rest of it, stripping away her cool poise, her sophistication, rendering her just another woman, hungry for the length of stiff rod he was denying her, smiling with pleasure as the other women looked on.
And then, when Olga least expected it, Hugo drove the full length of his weapon into her depths, brought a cry from her throat, then went on to give her the kind of riding she wanted. He did it so well that Olga cried into a delightful orgasm and he held her silken behind against him until it stopped twitching and jerking and he resumed screwing her, using long, unhurried strokes which soon did their job.
When he felt the approach of ejaculation, Hugo gave her a few more fast strokes, then pulled her lush buttocks tightly back against him and, holding her tightly, his tool buried in her vagina, he spurted a generous supply into the depths of her while she cleverly used her vaginal muscles to suck him dry.
Play was resumed and the sound of naked buttocks being spanked continued to ring through the room. He had just helped Dawn off his lap after giving her the sixteen spanks she had won, when his private phone rang. It wasn't the ordinary private line which his friends used and which he did not always answer, it was instead his hotline, the number of which was known only to three VIP employees of his organization.
The caller turned out to be Carla, his special assistant, very confidential secretary, and right arm. She didn't have to tell him she was sorry for calling him at home, they both understood that if she called, then the matter was important enough to justify it.
"It's himself," Carla told him. "He says he has to talk to you tonight. Will you take it?"
Himself was their name for the governor of the state. He was a sometimes friend of Hugo's, but that did not spare him the wrath of Hugo's newspaper when Hugo decided the governor was off base.
"Hello, Carl," Hugo greeted the governor casually as he picked up the phone in his private study, "You wanted to talk to me?"
"Don't sound so wide eyed innocent, you bastard," the governor answered. "Damn it, Hugo, that editorial in the evening edition was vicious."
"So is a buzz saw if you stick an arm in it. You had plenty of warning. I told you your highway widening bill was strictly pork barrel to repay campaign contributions. That editorial was only the start. Unless you withdraw the bill, my newspaper will fight you. right down the line."
"Damn it, Hugo, what gives you the right to be the watchdog, the great guardian angel?"
"Everybody has that right, Carl, especially you as governor. When you're doing your job, my paper will support you all the way. Try to pull a stunt like this and I'll cut the legs out from under you."
The conversation continued a little longer, then the governor was chuckling, trying to sound convincing and casual at the same time.
"Hell, Hugo, I saw some flaws in the bill myself. I was beginning to have second thoughts about it before I even left the House. Maybe talking to you has helped me get my thinking straight. I'll give it some thought tonight, you know, I'll sleep on it."
"Great, Carl and thanks for calling," Hugo said to end the conversation.
There was no need, he knew, for more threats. He had won his point and didn't need to rub the governor's nose in it. Hugo had respected JFK for his philosophy of wanting to win every battle, yet leaving his enemy room to back off gracefully, to retain dignity in defeat.
Returning to the room, Hugo was as casual as if he had merely left to go to the bathroom. He found Dawn and Midge locked in a double ended embrace, each sucking greedily in the crotch of the other. Beside them, Olga casually sipped at a drink, watching them but not showing any great interest in what they were doing.
Sitting beside her, Hugo claimed one firm breast and fondled it as he watched the pair until, one after the other, they climaxed.
"Let's have a swim to refresh ourselves," he suggested. The women stripped off their garter belts and nylons and the four went to the lighted, heated pool where they played in the refreshing water. After his swim, Hugo went to the suana. When he finished there, he felt his vitality fully restored and knew he would be able to resume sex play with his girls and enjoy another couple of hours before calling it a night.
Midge had joined him in the suana and as he admired her firm buttocks later, he knew they would be very sensitive to the brisk spanking he was going to give her by way of resuming the fun and games of the evening.
CHAPTER TWO
Carla was one of Hugo's girls too, in the sexual sense, but she had very special status. At thirty-two, she was older than most of his girls, but no less beautiful in her own way.
Her body was what Hugo called a woman body. Her waist and thighs would be adjudged too big by beauty contest standards, but they were firm as were her ample breasts and buttocks. Her legs were long and strong and when she wrapped them around a man, he knew he was being held.
Carla had sexual tastes which matched Hugo's all down the line. Like Hugo, she liked to boast that if there was anything sexual she had not tried, then she was all for trying it. But another trait she shared with her employer was a keen understanding of the invisible, but very real line, between work and play. She too understood that play couldn't be truly enjoyable if it was being done at the expense of work put aside.
"Except for checking out The Club," Carla told him, closing her notebook, "that looks like it for the day."
On the desk between them, lay the early afternoon edition of the paper. A front page story carried the news of the governor having withdrawn his own bill. The story had been played straight and carried his statement in full.
Inside the paper was an editorial, praising the governor for having had the courage to withdraw his own bill when he found flaws in it. There was no suggestion of gloating, no attempt to claim for the paper the credit for which it was due.
"You're right, Carla. It's still too early for the club. If you have no other plans, we could have dinner there. For now, what say we indulge in a well earned drink?"
Smiling her approval, Carla got up and they went into the private suite which adjoined Hugo's office. It was tastefully, comfortably and expensively appointed and included a well stocked bar and a number of couches in addition to comfortable chairs. Going to the bar, Hugo poured a pair of drinks and carried them to the window where Carla stood looking out over the city.
"Thanks, Hugo," she said as she took the glass he offered. "I was just thinking of days when the air of the city wasn't as clean as it is today. That's just one more thing for which this city should be thankful to you."
"Please dear," he protested, "no monuments. The Saint George type I ain't."
"I wouldn't expect you to take credit," she went on, "but some people are aware of what you're doing."
"If those same people were aware of everything I do, they'd condemn me as a dirty, immoral old sinner," he told her, grinning. "Just call it balance of nature. I get a lot out of life. I was born rich, I'm healthy, and as far as sex is concerned, I'm like a stallion with a pasture filled with tall grass and sleek fillies. If I didn't try to put a little back I'd be a fool."
"I think I'd better shut up," Carla said with a little grin. "You make me want to say a lot of things, none of which you want to hear. How was the party last night?"
"That was a nice change of pace, Carla," he told her and gave her a light pat on the seat of her tight fitting dress. "As usual, the party was good. Midge decided to join me in a sauna after we all swam. She really sensitized her bum with all that steam and you should have heard her howl when I spanked her when we went back to the playroom."
"Ooh, trust you," Carla laughed, "to let a girl steam her bottom, then spank her. You know, I was a little bit jealous when I phoned you last night."
"Oh? You know the rule about jealousy around here," Hugo told her. "What brought that on
"Oh, I guess I was thinking of the three of them getting their bottoms warmed over your lap. Since you taught me the joys of spanking, I just can't seem to get enough of it."
"Well, dear girl," Hugo told her as he felt a firm buttock through her thin dress, "if you're suffering from a case of cool bum cheeks, you've come to the right man. You know I never tire of spanking that lovely bottom of yours. Are you in the mood for a little ride over my lap?"
"Yes. Are you? I don't want it if it's only a favor though."
"Silly girl," he told her, squeezing a firm cheek until it hurt a little. "Another crack like that and you won't get just a spanking, you'll turn up your lovely arse for a strapping."
"Ooh, not that, kind sir, I'll be good. Lord, I remember the first strapping you ever gave me. I thought my ass was on fire. You're a mean man with a length of leather, sir."
"Thank you for the compliment. That reminds me, I'm due to administer a strapping tomorrow, aren't I?"
"Yes, but not just a strapping, don't you recall who is going to get it?"
"That big broad from personnel?"
"Right, that big, pushy, dominant dyke. Christ, what an arse she has. I'd give anything to watch you lay the leather across those mountains of flesh."
"Then you will. What have you got against her?"
"Not just that she's a dyke, hell I like to gnaw a little pussy myself from time to time, but she goes beyond that. She takes advantage of her authority to push people around. It's about time she got some back. Do you really mean you'll let me watch you strap her?"
"Watch, hell, I'll let you assist me. We'll have her strip naked and I'll toast her big arse with my best strap. I have a feeling you're going to enjoy it. I know I am. What was her crime? I've forgotten."
"She caught a young chick in the hall, grabbed her around the middle and went for her twat. Scared hell out of the poor kid. She's usually a little more subtle than that, but the kid was a real tasty looking morsel and she just lost control, I guess."
"Hmm, must be quite a little package of meat. Maybe we should invite her along to watch her tormentor getting her punishment. Speaking of that sort of thing, we must get on with warming your pretty bottom for you, my dear. Can't have you catching cold because of cool bum cheeks, can we?"
They went to a comfortable couch and as they reached it, the throbbing of Hugo's penis told him his girl Friday was going to get more than just a spanking. That being the case, he put his drink down and stripped naked.
"Oh oh," Carla commented, her eyes shining with new fires, "I have a feeling this is going to turn into more than a spanking. I hope I'm right," she added as she opened her dress and took it off, looking magnificent in matching brown bra and panties, with garter belt and dark brown, sheer nylons.
Despite the fact that he had so often seen and shared her body over the years, Hugo felt his penis twitch at the sight of her, silent confirmation that after his hand had spanked her bottom, his long, strong weapon would give her clitoris a very different kind of spanking.
Taking her into his arms, he kissed her on the mouth and she rubbed hotly against him, delighting in the feel of his strong organ against her belly. When the kiss finished, he stepped back and took her bra with him, his eyes moving over the big, firm breasts he had so often seen and fondled and kissed and sucked, and he knew he would be doing that again, soon. He knew as well that she would enjoy it every bit as much as he and that she would be groaning as she stuffed breast into his mouth as though trying to choke him with it.
Her lovely breasts swayed enticingly as he drew her down onto the couch beside him and Hugo decided he would be a fool to postpone such a lovely snack.
"Oooh, yes," she groaned as he caught both warm, firm breasts and fondled them, elongating her lovely pink nipples almost instantly, "yes, lover, I'm more than hot already. Here, darling," she panted as she caught her left breast from below and brought it to his mouth, "suck, suck my tits the way only you can."
With a muffled groan, Hugo opened his mouth to accept her fleshy offering. While he sucked her big breasts, his hands cruised her clinging panties with a touch which kept her squirming until she was ready to be spanked, begging him for it in the way which so delighted him.
He released her and Carla got to her feet, her breasts swaying, her whole body tingling with heated anticipation. It was a requirement among Hugo's girls that they enjoy being spanked, but none enjoyed it, desired it, as much as Carla. She had told him more than once that, in a pinch, she could live without sexual intercourse, but that she would go out of her mind without her regular spankings.
Before Hugo came onto the scene, there had been his father, a robust, lusty old man who had spotted Carla's potential when she was just seventeen and had trained her to be not only a good secretary, but to enjoy submitting her beautiful bottom for stinging spankings.
On his father's death, Hugo inherited Carla along with the rest of the old Man's empire. The day after the funeral, she asked Hugo to go into the suite with her and surprised him as, her body trembling, tears in her eyes, she begged him to give her a spanking. Even though her plea caught him by surprise, Hugo was able to function well. Hers were not the first pair of panties he had removed, but it was the first time he had ever done so for that purpose.
He had marvelled at the beauty of her breasts and buttocks, then begun spanking. She had to tell him only once to spank harder, then he understood and went on to give her as good a spanking as his father had ever done.
After the spanking, he covered her buttocks with kisses, marvelling at the heat that had been spanked into her silken skin, then he turned her over and went down on her, something his father had never done.
She cried out in delight when she saw the length of his penis, and then it was out of sight, buried in the heat of her crotch which matched that of her red, tingling nether cheeks.
It set a pattern which they followed after that. As often as three, sometimes four times a week, Carla would be spanked. Sometimes she asked for it, but at other times it would be Hugo's idea. Although it was always done in the same manner, and followed by Carla having her buttocks kissed, her organ lapped and then intercourse, the excitement of their sessions never diminished.
There had been trouble only once, one day when Hugo took another young beauty into his suite for a spanking. Later, tears in her eyes, Carla told him of her jealousy. He surprised her by taking her by the arm and roughly leading her to the suite. Hugo had been angry as he ordered her to strip naked and then bent her over the end of the end of a couch.
Taking his belt off, he doubled it, then began strapping her. For a while she found pleasure in the strapping until her throat was raw from her screams and her behind bruised and welted.
The strapping had so aroused Hugo that he pushed his pants and shorts down, mounted her outraged rear and gave her a strong ride. When it was over, Hugo poured drinks for them and told her that while she would always be special, there would always be other women, many others.
She accepted that so well that before long, she was able to enjoy exciting orgies during which Hugo played with other women while she gave her body to other men and to women as well.
Carla even became a talent scout for her employer and lover, recruiting beautiful, eager young women who wanted to be a part of the glamorous world in which he travelled and were more than willing to submit their tender bottoms to him for spanking which caused them to cry, but filled their bodies with heat and sexual hunger which he was always ready to appease in his special manner.
"Are you day dreaming, lover?" Carla asked as she stood beside the couch waiting to have her panties lowered and her bottom spanked.
"Yes," he grinned, "I guess I was, Carla. I was thinking of the first spanking I ever gave you and of all the pleasure we've shared since then. I've been a very lucky man."
"And I am very lucky woman, darling. First with your father, then even more so with you. But now, make me luckier. My bum is hungry for it."
"Yes dear," he told her as he reached for her panties. "Perhaps you should have a daughter so we can keep this thing going throughout the future."
"If I ever had a daughter, darling, I'd be sure to train her for you and I'd watch you give her her first spanking, sucking and fucking. After that, we could let your son take over as you took over from your father, but for now, darling, I'm so ready for my spanking. My bum is so hungry for the hot kiss of your hand."
She was squirming and sobbing as Hugo took her sheer nylon panties down slowly, baring the bushy triangle at the juncture of tummy and thighs, then feasting his eyes on other gems as she came around to his right, then eagerly squirmed across his lap, her body rubbing his thighs with a message that he could hardly fail to understand.
He made her wait only a little while then, as his right hand fondled her flawless, round cheeks, then he was spanking briskly, his big hand moving from cheek to cheek while his woman cried and kept kicking her lovely legs, her magnificent buttocks coloring excitingly, heat flaring in them and in the depths of her crotch in equal measure, fanning out to warm her entire being.
The mood was just right for both of them that day, the moment was perfect, and so Hugo gave her a much longer, more stinging spanking than usual and she was crying loudly before he finally stopped.
The leather of the couch was cool later, when she lay on her back, her buttocks tingling madly, wet from the ministrations of his mouth which then began to minister to the heat of her crotch as he sucked and lapped avidly as she sighed and groaned.
Carla was still climaxing when he hurried his organ into her juicy slit and gave her a magnificent screwing which brought her another strong orgasm before Hugo was pumping his juice into her and her strong vaginal walls sucked him dry.
CHAPTER THREE
That night a slum section of the city was cleaned up, by fire. The death toll was high as flames raged through tinder dry old houses. In the morning, when he heard about it, Hugo was angry, not only with the lousy system which had contributed to such circumstances, but with himself for not having done enough.
The paper had carried editorials which condemned the city and the slum owners, but he realized it had not been enough. That morning, he called a summit meeting of his editors and special reporters and laid down the law.
"The News is going to rebuild this city," he told them by way of openers, then he went on to explain how. One reporter was delegated to trace the ownership of every slum home in the city. He was promised all the help he needed.
Before the meeting ended, plans had been drawn up for total war. A former reporter himself, Hugo dealt himself in. It Was simple matter for the fire chief to outfit him with a uniform and he went along with an inspection crew to see for himself just how bad conditions were in the slums. One thing he noted was that society had been generous to the blacks in one department in that it allowed an inordinate number of them to live in slum conditions. It didn't surprise him, but it did anger him.
What did surprise him was that the slum dwellers didn't seem to care all that much. Rats threatened their children, the fire could visit them that night or the next, plumbing was rotten, houses stank, yet they didn't seem to care.
And then he realized why, they were beaten, the evil of squalor had sucked them dry. There was no hope for anything better, so why think about it? Many of them had been born in the slum and they would die there and make space for their children to grow up in proverty and filth and without dignity. At least they would, he thought, unless enough people cared enough to do enough.
"All quiet here," Carla assured him when he phoned in early that afternoon. "Mind you, that fat assed dyke is going to get a reprieve from her strapping, I take it."
"You're so right," Hugo told her, "but tell her to keep her arse ready. We'll get around to her tomorrow."
When Hugo found an abandoned warehouse that had not quite fallen down, he rented it on an impulse. It would be the slum headquarters of The News, serving as a task force office and as a meeting place for the slum residents. First he was going to stir them up, then bring them together in meetings to stir them up some more, not only to make conditions better there as far as housing was concerned, but to try to make them want something better, if not for themselves, then for their children.
Before he finished that day, Hugo had formulated plans to become the owner of yet another company, a building construction firm. It would be a strange firm in that it was designed to operate at a loss. It would underbid other companies in the area and lower construction costs. He could afford the loss, especially when It would be largely written off against the profits of his other operations. Laborers would be hired from the slums, so would clerks and other general workers. He would pay union scale for tradesmen and find them wherever he could.
Some of his friends in the construction field would howl and there would be anguished cries of foul, he knew, but Hugo determined to go ahead with his plan. After he had rebuilt the slums, he told himself, he would sell the company to his employees and let them run it any way they wanted to.
It was late evening and he hadn't eaten since lunch when he got home and found Carla waiting for him in his penthouse apartment. From the kitchen came the smell of food and he was hungry all of a sudden, realizing that he had been for a long time.
"Feel like taking a few notes!" he asked after kissing her.
"I didn't come here for sex," she told him with a grin. "First, I'll pour you a drink and feed you, then I'll take all the notes you want, then I'll tuck you into bed."
After his hard day in the slums, he was ready to curl up and let Carla run things for him. He went into the kitchen with her and sipped a drink while he told her of his day and his plans for future days.
During one of the few lulls in their conversation, Carla laughed, a short ironic laugh.
"Give," he said with a little frown.
"I couldn't help thinking of the other side of the Hugo Brandon coin," she told him, looking more serious. "I mean the side that drinks and screws around and does all the things those pious men preach sermons against in all the churches out there. They would condemn you, but they don't say anything about the fat cats who run the system and get rich off the slums."
"You don't expect them to poke themselves in the eye, do you? The church is a part of the system. It sleeps with the fat cats and does its job. It tells the poor that it's good to be poor, that the poor will get a higher seat in heaven and that they should take their suffering and be grateful for it. Check any country where church and state walk hand in hand. Start with Spain, take a look at Portugal and the rest.
"Hell, come closer to home. Mexico is better, but it still has a long way to go. After the last revolution there was a big, official split of church and state, but it didn't last long. The church is back in the lap of the state again, telling its people about the evils of communism and the beautiful democracy of their government.
"It was the same in all the company towns in America until unions organized and started kicking asses. Oh hell, turn me off, I'm making speeches."
"Do what you like, darling," Carla told him, "you're unwinding and that's all I want."
She contributed to his unwinding with another drink, then they ate, Hugo packing food away in quantities more than sufficient to make up for the lateness of the meal, thrilling in the fact that the woman who was a perfect sex partner, perfect executive assistant, was also such a magnificent cook.
"Is there anythingyou can't do?" he asked her.
"Sure, I can't stand up to pee and I can't play hockey worth a damn," she told him.
After dinner, they chatted over another couple of drinks, then she took him to his bedroom. While he undressed, she turned the covers back and declined his suggestion that she get in bed with him.
When she pulled the sheet over him, the kiss Carla gave him was almost motherly. She turned the light off and, before she left the room, the sound of his breathing was becoming deep and regular. A deep sleep claimed him even before she left the apartment.
Hugo was in his office before eight the next morning, fresh and ready to take on the world. Knowing he would be, Carla arrived only a few minutes later and as he kissed her, he fondled her beautiful bottom and made her squirm.
But instead of going on from there, they went to work. There was no letup until lunch time, when they went out to a good restaurant for a couple of drinks and a relaxed lunch.
They kidded about the fact that he owned The Club which included two first class dining rooms, yet ate elsewhere, but understood that there would be no privacy at The Club, no chance to relax.
"When does the big dyke get her arse strapped?" Carla asked, passion flaring at the thought.
"As soon as we get back to the office. How does that grab you?"
"Right in the cunt, lover. I can't wait to watch you work on that big arse. Ohhh, I'm so horny all of a sudden."
"Welcome to the club, darling, so am I. Perhaps if you get horny enough while I'm strapping her, I'll have her go down on you when it's over. She'll still be crying and you'll feel her tears running in your crotch and down your thighs."
"Oh Jesus, Hugo, this is too much. Yes, tears will even trickle down between the cheeks of my arse while she laps me. After that, we'll send her away and you'll give me a spanking. I have a feeling I'm going to go wild before this day is over."
They finished their drinks and left, both anxious to get on with the punishment of the big woman, Hugo whispering to Carla that he had an erection and guessed he was going to stay that way for a long time. As they got into the taxi to return to the office, she sneaked a squeeze of his erection through his pants.
They went to his suite where they looked over the collection of leather straps. There were other implements of corporal punishment as well, but since a strap was called for, they ignored the others and Hugo selected a cut down razor strap.
"This will be thick enough to provide plenty of sting," he explained as he rubbed the strap through his left hand, "and since her arse is so big, the width of this will be right, will cover more area with each slap."
"Oh darling, I'm dying to watch it curl around her big arse. I've never seen her bare arse, mind you, but it has to be excitingly big."
"Well then," Hugo told her, giving her a pat on the bottom, "let's get her here and see just how big and how exciting her arse really is."
While Hugo went to the bar and poured drinks, Carla went to the phone, called the woman and issued the fateful summons. A few minutes later, she went to the door and admitted the woman.
Enid was indeed a big woman, standing about five foot nine and weighing just under one-sixty. She had big breasts and wide flaring hips. She was trying to look brave, even haughty, but under that look, there was fear and apprehension.
When Carla led her into the room where Hugo was waiting, he paused to take another sip of his drink, then he put the glass down and looked her over. His penis was throbbing strongly with arousal as he gave her a complete examination with his eyes and guessed that Carla was very right about how exciting she was going to be when she danced through the strapping he was going to give her.
"I've run a check on you, Enid," he told her as she stood, trying not to tremble, "and I don't like, in fact I am annoyed by what I find in your record."
He went on to outline her faults, beginning with her physical attack on the girl, then pointing out that she had been taking advantage of her authority to make life miserable for those under her.
"I run a happy ship here, Enid, and I expect that all who work for me contribute to that. This time you will be punished with a strapping. Unless you show respect and consideration for others in future, you will be fired. Is that clear."
"Yes sir," she replied, keeping her tone brave.
"Very well, Enid, you may strip naked now and we'll get on with your punishment."
While he and Carla watched intently, the woman began undressing. When she removed her dress, they saw that she was wearing a black corselette and was making it work to confine her big body.
As she pushed her half slip down and stepped out of it, Hugo saw that while her thighs were big, they were smooth and firm, that they would provide an erotic place for a sucking, lapping face. Were it not for that fact that he had promised Carla fun and games after the strapping, he thought, then he would give the big lesbian not just a strapping on her massive behind, but would keep her bent over and would slip stiff tool up her twat or even, perhaps, up her behind. If she was strictly lesbian, he mused, that would be more effective punishment than the strapping.
As she pushed the top of the foundation garment down, Enid displayed massive breasts, surprisingly firm, sagging a little, but not so much for a woman of forty-two and considering the size of them. He wondered what they must have looked like when she was just half that age and guessed they would have been melon shaped with melon firmness.
And then she was stripping the garment down over her big hips, working it over massive buttocks, then down her legs, taking her nylons with it, baring her body to be punished by the man who stood with strap in hand, his heart pounding with excitement, rigid penis twitching in strong erection. Looking at Carla, he saw that she was at least as excited as he and knew that they would have a wild session after the woman had been dismissed.
He and Carla discussed the position they would have the woman assume, then decided to have her bend from the waist with her hands on the arms of a chair. In that way, they agreed, her buttocks would be well presented, yet not arched so much that they would lose their charm.
"If a woman is bent too far over," he explained, "the skin of her arse is drawn too tightly and the surface becomes too hard to make for exciting strapping or spanking. The English contributed so much to the art of corporal punishment, but they too often ruined an excellent beating by having the culprit bent too far over when administering the cane. Now the Germans are different, they know how to present a buxom arse just right, how to pose it with maximum beauty and excitement before flaying it."
Handing the strap to Carla, he went to the bent nude and fondled her buttocks with both hands. Firm flesh gave only a little as he dug his fingers into her buttocks, then rubbed his hand over the silken mounds.
"Ah yes, this will be perfect. Open your feet a little wider apart, Enid, that's it, there, now we have a nice wide target for the strap to work on."
"I see you're going to enjoy this," Enid observed.
"Very much so, Enid, very much indeed. Those big arse cheeks of yours will be a real challenge. When I am finished, I expect to have them glowing like two of the biggest roses in history. I doubt that you'll find it very enjoyable, but that doesn't really matter."
He fondled her buttocks a little more, then let her go and went to Carla for the strap. Before he took up his position, he waited while Carla went to fondle the buttocks and thighs of the woman, then completed her tour by feeling her big breasts and patting lightly in the woman's crotch, making her big behind sway with the exciting delicacy of her gentle touch.
"She has a real case of hot cunt," Carla told Hugo, "but her big arse is so cool. Still, I trust you will warm it up for her."
Carla moved away from her then and the man moved into position, measuring his distance, anxious that the first slap of the wide strap be perfect. He drew a deep breath, saw his victim do the same, then his right wrist flicked fast and the wide, leather came hotly around her arched behind.
Enid had determined to be brave and retain all the dignity she could, but she could not keep from crying out at the sting of the leather. Hugo proved to be a master with the strap as he kept it moving around so that the wide, red hands on her pure white buttocks soon melded into an overall red pattern.
He made sure that her hips did not escape their rightful share of the strap, knowing that she would be even more sensitive to punishment there than on her big buttocks. As he strapped, he kept her dancing, kept her dangling breasts swaying madly while Carla feasted her eyes on the sight and, in her excitement, shoved a hand under her dress to rub at her crotch where fires of lust were burning hotly.
Determined that no portion of her buttocks should be spared, Hugo then swung the strap in an upward direction, slapping it against the ultra sensitive bottom slopes of her big buttocks where they curved down to meet her thighs. When he had thoroughly colored them, while the woman filled the room with her high pitched screams and breaking wails, Hugo smiled at the thought of how painful it would be when she sat for the next while.
To ensure that it would be painful enough for Enid to remember her lesson for a long time, he gave her a few strokes of the leather across the backs of her big thighs, then brought the strap back to her buttocks for a final touching up of that already hot, red area.
And then, deciding that she had taken enough, the man dropped the strap and went to the weeping woman to fondle her stinging nether cheeks and savor the lovely heat that had been strapped into them. While he was so engaged, Carla stripped, leaving only her garter belt, nylons and shoes on.
Signalling Hugo, she sat on the edge of a chair, her body leaning back, her legs wide apart. Seconds later, Hugo led the crying nude to her, then watched with wild excitement as Enid lapped her until orgasm swept strongly over her.
After that, Enid was told to dress and leave. As she painfully pulled the corselette up over her burning behind, Hugo was already undressing, unable to wait any longer to get at Carla, give her what she wanted and take what he wanted with his strong penis buried in her hot depths.
Carla begged him to spank her first, so while he had tired his right arm strapping the woman, Hugo found that he had experienced a resurgence of vitality, thanks to the beauty of Carla's bottom and he went on to give her a sound spanking.
Neither noticed when Enid, wiping away all she could of the tears on her face, took her leave and left them alone. She had paid a high price in the suite of the owner and she vowed that before long, she would be rewarded for it by the girl who had been her undoing. As she thought of how the young beauty would squirm naked in her. arms, heat was transferred from her buttocks to her crotch.
Upstairs in the suite, the same sort of transformation was taking place as a well spanked Carla bent over the same chair Enid had used, assuming the same position as Hugo slipped his penis into her from behind and gave her behind a different kind of spanking while his organ pistoned in her until they both climaxed.
CHAPTER FOUR
It would have been easy to overlook The Club in view of the way he was devoting so much of his time to the paper and the campaign of slum renovation and clearance, but Hugo didn't operate that way.
The club was a moneymaker, and members and guests alike expected to see him there from time to time. He was a celebrity in the city and he knew that many people wined and dined there expecting to see him and to see which beautiful woman he would have with him.
The main floor of the club was a restaurant and piano bar open to the public. Food was excellent, drinks generous and the service perfect. Each guest was made to feel that his waiter or waitress was there just to serve him and was pleased to be doing so.
The waitresses wore black rayon uniforms which emphasised their figures without doing so blatantly. Necklines were just low enough so that when a waitress bent to serve a dish, an alert diner could enjoy just a nice view of cleavage and portions of breasts. When she bent, a person seated behind her received a treat if he happened to like the sight of sheer nylon tops caressing firm thighs.
Since the lunch crowd was essentially male, Hugo always with an eye to promotion, wooed them by coming up with a variation to the uniforms of the waitresses. At that time of day, the skirts were shorter and with a deeper cut to the bodice, so that the diner saw more of what he wanted.
The waitresses were delighted with that arrangement since it brought in more business and bigger tips from men who felt they should pay for what they had enjoyed. Being a reasonable man, Hugo made it clear to the girls that they were free to accept dates as they wished, as long as they did their job properly and did not neglect any diners.
What the girls did on their dates was no concern of his nor did he care whether or not they demanded gifts from the men they date, either in cash or other forms.
In the evenings, there were more waiters, handsome, suave men, dressed in tuxedos and with courtly charm. Hugo was after a different class of patron then. He wanted to attract the wives, mistresses and girl friends of those men who were not afraid to spend money in order to give the lady what she wanted.
A brief visit to the table by the notorious Hugo Brandon, a few words of conversation, a compliment to the woman and perhaps a gift of a bottle of wine to regular customers, worked so well that one did not plan on an evening at The Club without a reservation.
The second floor was for members and staff only and entry was by private elevator for which members had a key. There, members could dine and drink, dance or conduct business. If a waitress there received a pat on the bum as she served customers, nothing was said.
Instead of leaving a tip beside a plate, there were those members who preferred to roll the bills and slip them into the bra of the waitress. Others, whether afraid that the girl would lose the money there, prefered the security of tucking the tip into the top of a nylon.
Also on the second floor was a lounge for members and female staff off duty. If a member found the company of a waitress pleasant in the lounge and decided that it would be even more pleasant in a more intimate setting, there was a stairway to the third floor which was, in effect, a small, very intimate hotel. Whether the man lured the woman there by means of his charm or, more likely, a generous gift of money, was not the concern of the management. Whatever the girls earned in that manner was their businesses far as Hugo was concerned, and he made it clear to them that there was to be no kickback and that it would be better for all concerned if they did not talk too much outside about what went on in the club, Especially on the second and third floors.
The floor above that was Hugo's penthouse, with a private elevator. As a result, whenever he was in the mood for company, he did not have far to go. He could pick up the phone and call any of his regular girls, or he could wander down to the second floor and see what talent was available in the lounge or at the bar.
There was a mile long list of applicants for jobs as waitresses at The Club and when a young woman was hired, it was made clear that her tenure was temporary for the first three months.
Invariably, the young woman was anxious to make the right impression, and so, when the owner invited her to his penthouse to discuss the reports he had received on her, she went eagerly, anxious to make just the right impression on the handsome, wealthy owner. Since he was a bachelor, each was entitled to her dream that she would be the one to lure him into marriage, and that threat didn't bother Hugo at all.
Under those conditions, a young woman was never faced with anything as crude as a demand to go to bed or lose her job, such crudity would have horrified Hugo. Rather, he would talk to her about her work and about The Club, pour drinks, then keep the conversation going until voices were lowered, they were sitting more closely, and then he was commenting on the beauty of her thighs as he fondled them.
He preferred to have a waitress appear for such interviews in her uniform since the short skirt and open bodice made it easy to get his hand onto her body. Few protested at all when he made his play, and even those who did protest in the beginning, were soon sighing as the hand which had fondled a warm thigh, moved to fondle nylon that was even warmer where it caressed the soft warmth of her vulva. After that it was all easy and beautiful and exciting for the two of them, especially exciting for the young woman after he allowed her to see the size of his penis and feel the hardness and strength of it.
Hugo had never failed to seduce a waitress, yet there had been a few close calls, a few who held out for a long time, whether out of fear or to impress him that they were not easy lays.
Of these he remembered Midge more clearly than any of the others.-It had been less than a year before and she was a trembling, beautiful eighteen year old who did such things to her uniform that he was not able to look at her without getting an erection.
A few days after she had been taken on as a temporary waitress, Hugo summoned her to his penthouse to discuss her job. She had been shy, much more so than the usual candidate, but in time he was fondling her breasts through her uniform and had a hand on her magnificently firm thighs, rubbing gently. After that, he was convinced the rest would be easy and indeed it was, even taking her dress off, then removing her bra.
Her breasts were as magnificent as they promised to be and when he fondled, then kissed and suck-ed them, she sighed and squealed and almost cried, but showed no desire to protest as she squirmed in delightful heat in his erotic embrace.
Leaving her with her panties and garter belt still on, he decided it was time for him to undress. He was so confident that she was his as he stripped his clothes off that it came as something of a shock when, as he let his rampant penis leap to freedom, she gasped aloud and began to cry.
Purring to her and taking her in his arms, he managed to stop her tears and sooth her enough so that he could resume the seduction. He played with her for a long time, his skilled hand making the crotch of her little panties wet while she squirmed and sighed.
"Poor, little angel," he whispered hotly, "your pretty little panties are all hot and wet in the crotch. Lie back and relax, dear and I'll kiss them better for you. Do you like having the crotch of your panties kissed and sucked? I love to such a pretty little cunt through a nylon filter. Here, I'll show you what I mean," he went on.
Midge emitted a cry which turned into a groan as he brought his face into her crotch and she felt his mouth on her wet, hot panties. He kissed thoroughly, then he was sucking greedily, making her panties much wetter as she writhed and pounded the couch with her fists while she rubbed back against his excitingly invading face.
As he sucked, he turned her so that he could grip her magnificently rounded buttocks with both hands and pull her crotch more tightly onto his face. Hugo knew that she was as ready then as she ever would be, still he wanted to delay his ultimate pleasure even longer.
When he took his mouth out of her crotch and took her panties down, she arched her back in passion so he could remove them more easily. When he brought his mouth back to her vulva, there was no nylon filter, just the sweet, warm softness of her vulva and he sucked and lapped hungrily while she filled the room with her sighs and groans.
When his licking tongue triggered orgasm, Midge both sang and cried as she writhed so madly that he lost his grip on her buttocks. As he watched the naked young beauty squirming on the bed, Hugo sensed that she was going to be a magnificent ride and his penis twitched in anticipation of getting into her.
Her lovely body still then, Hugo went to her, his penis in hand, his intention obvious. He saw her look at it, then heard the little groan which broke from her throat, a groan as though of fear.
"Don't worry, Midge," he told her as he moved over her and got between her legs. "It's big, but just big enough to be real good. I'll slip it to you slow and easy, you're going to enjoy it a lot."
Hugo had never thought of making a little girl, probably wouldn't have done it if given the chance, and yet as his body covered her tiny one, she was just that, a tiny little girl who trembled in fear as the big man with his massive organ prepared to invade her little body. The excitement of it was such that Hugo trembled and felt perspiration run down his body.
He found her little slit and pushed the head of his organ into it. She gave a little cry then and he shivered again.
"Oh baby, you're tight," he whispered as his organ pushed a little farther into her. "You are as tight as a virgin. Oh what a sweet fuck we're going to share."
"I ... I am a ... virgin," she panted, fighting to get each word out.
As he realized what she was saying, Hugo stopped, his penis still just inside her soft portal, much of the shaft waiting to push into the soft warmth.
"No, don't stop, not now," she urged him, tears welling up in her shining eyes. "I don't want to be a virgin anymore. Fuck me now, I'll try not to cry."
Hugo forced his body to stop trembling, then he pushed farther into her, whispering words of assurance. It had been a long time since he'd taken a virgin, and never had it been so exciting.
When his penis reached her barrier, he hoped Midge would have a fragile one so that there would be less pain for her. He lunged, she gave a little cry, and then he had broken through a hymen not much tougher than tissue paper.
Quickly then, he fed the full length of his big organ into virginal territory where no penis had ever been, where not even a finger had ever penerated and her vagina was so magnificently tight that he groaned with ecstasy. Still in the grip of tension, she kept her muscles tense, including those of her vagina, making it so small that he had to work hard to get his penis moving back and forth in her slit, but he had no complaints, it was thoroughly delightful work.
Gradually, as she realized that pain had passed and that there was nothing more than slight burning sensation, Midge relaxed and began to savor the thrill of having the big, strong man lying atop her fragile little body, the thrill of his big arm of muscle stretching her tiny aperture.
She had often hungered for that feeling as she heard other young women describe a romp in bed with some man. Not having experienced it, she felt like an ignorant little girl when they talked like that, now, she told herself, she would be able to join in their conversations, to tell about the man with the long organ who had so delightfully taken her cherry.
Sensing that passion was mounting again in his partner, Hugo rode slowly, hoping he could work the miracle of making her achieve orgasm so soon after having lost her hymen. It was one in a million, he knew, but more than worth trying for.
He whispered words of love and beauty to her and kept his penis moving slowly so that she had to be aware of every fraction of an inch of movement in her newly opened vagina, and then his efforts were rewarded as he felt the quickening of her body and heard her gasps.
"I'm ... oh ... I'm going to ... to come," she panted. "Yes ... yes ... make me come ... I'm going to come on your big ... cock...."
And then she was screaming for joy as Hugo held her closely, crushing her into the couch, his organ fully buried in her and throbbing with a joy of its own. She climaxed for a long time, then sighed as the tremors finally passed, a wide smile on her lovely young face.
"Ready now, Midge?" he asked. "I showed you one kind of fucking, now I'm going to show you the other. First I fucked you gently, like the angel you are. Now I'm going to give you a nice rough fuck like the devil you also are. Relax, baby, relax and enjoy a good, rough fucking."
He was panting loudly as he resumed fucking, his big organ pistoning roughly in her tight slit, his big body pounding in her wet, hot crotch until, magnificent as the ride had been, it had to end and, with a final few last strokes, he rammed his weapon all the way home and his strong body twitched in her crotch as he poured his semen into her and made her feel that her body was being delightfully flooded.
"Ooh," she sighed as he rolled off her and she went into his strong arms, "I heard it was good, but I didn't think it could be that good. I'm going to want to get fucked very often from now on. It felt like you were shooting gallons of cream into me."
"To tell the truth, Midge, it felt like that lovely, tight little cunt of yours was sucking that much out of me. What a magnificent little creature you are."
"You mean I'm a good fuck? I was afraid I wouldn't be."
"Baby, I've had a lot of women in my day, all types and sizes, but I've never met one who was a better fuck than you. You're going to spend a lot of time in this penthouse. Now roll over and let me admire that delicious little bum of yours," he told her and she complied at once, with a low sigh.
"Did you often get spanked when you were a little girl?" he asked as he fondled the perfect rounds of her silken behind.
"No, my parents didn't believe in spanking. There were times when I wished they'd spank me and then it would be all over."
"Then this beautiful little bum has never tasted a spanking?"
"No."
"Well I've got news for you, Midge. It's going to. I took one form of your virginity with my cock. When I think you're ready, I'll take another form of it with a hand spanking your beautiful bum."
"Will I like it, or will it hurt and make me cry?"
"A lot depends on you, Midge. If you tell yourself you're not going to like it, you won't. There's a group around the club known as Hugo's girls. They all learned to enjoy being spanked and now they love it."
"Is there room in that group for one more member?" Midge asked, turning her head to smile at him, her eyes shining.
"If you're a candidate, there is," he assured her.
"I'm going to love to be spanked by you," she told him. Tell me about it."
"I can do better than that, sweetheart. How would you like to watch a movie? Sorry I don't have popcorn."
Giggling, she told him she'd love to. Giving both her buttocks a few final pats, Hugo got off the bed and went for drinks. Giving one to keep her amused, he set up the projector, selecting the film he thought was the right one to trigger her interest in spanking. In view of the beauty of her buttocks, he was determined to add her to the oft spanked ranks of Hugo's girls. Her size would make a spanking doubly exciting in that she would be like a little girl. His mind roved freely, and Hugo thought of her in a little girl costume, standing close to his chair while he scolded her and she sobbed before he got around to baring her sweet bottom and taking her over his lap for a spanking that would make her cry and kick her very pretty little legs.
The film ready, he cut the lights and then went to the bed with her. It began with a mature man and young girl necking on a couch. She looked to be no more than sixteen or seventeen and as he dragged the hem of her dress higher as he fondled her, she displayed luscious thighs and a shapely bottom, excitingly packaged in sheery black nylon panties.
The girl got up and slowly pulled her dress above her hips while the man fondled her thighs, buttocks and crotch and she squirmed with obvious arousal. After he had played for a little while, he took her panties down slowly, then held her with a hand in her crotch while he fondled lush, plump buttocks.
Hugo felt his girl trembling close to him and heard her warm sighs which told him that the movie was arousing her as he had hoped it would. On the wall screen, the girl went over the man's lap and he began spanking her.
They watched pink blotches appear on her firm, white cheeks, then blossom excitingly until both rounds were fiery red and the girl was crying and kicking her legs.
As she got off his lap, there was a cut and then she was standing naked, rubbing her buttocks, her eyes shining with excitement and passion as the man finished undressing.
"Ooh, she liked it, you can tell," Midge panted as she pressed more closely against Hugo on the bed. "I'll like it too when you spank my bum, I know I will," she assured him as her right hand reached for and found his penis which showed signs of renewing vitality and a promise of more to come.
On the screen, the couple returned to the couch to play and there were many close-up shots of the girl's red buttocks, one of which showed the man pushing a long finger between them to invade her body in another way.
The girl then sat on his face while the man sucked in her crotch, making her behind wriggle excitingly and then she was obviously climaxing strongly, her crotch rubbing his face.
She dismounted and knelt beside him then, licking her lips before inserting his erect penis in her mouth to suck it. As the movie ended, he went off in her mouth and little dribbles of escaping semen could be seen trickling down her chin while she drank the rest of his production.
"Ooh," Madge sighed as he turned the machine off, "when you take a girl to the movies, you sure do know where to find the right ones. Do you have more?"
"I probably have the biggest collection in the state," he told her. "Sometimes, I bring a bunch of my girls here for an evening of movies and fun."
"Just you and a whole bunch of girls? Surely even that giant cock of yours can't look after a whole bunch of them."
"True," Hugo agreed, "but then I have a mouth and tongue to help and of course they have tongues too and can look after each other."
"You mean your girls go down on each other?"
"That's right. A girl has to do it all in order to qualify."
"I'll qualify, Hugo. I've never done that either, but I have a feeling I'm going to want to when you let me have a chance. It was so exciting when you did it to me. A girl would have smooth, silky thighs and a nice warm crotch. Oh Jesus, I'm actually anxious to try one. God, you sure do get a girl worked up when you take her over."
Laughing, Hugo squeezed one of her buttocks and she began squirming again. Sensing that the time to introduce her to spanking had arrived, Hugo moved to the edge of the couch which had been converted to an interestingly wide bed, and had her stand between his knees. He played with her for a little while, she saw his penis come fully erect, then she went over his lap, her lovely young bottom delightfully presented for him to administer her very first bare bottom spanking. She had told him she would enjoy it, she hoped she would.
Wisely, Hugo started with light spanks, barely hard enough to paint a pink blush on her apple firm cheeks as she sighed and rubbed across his thighs. Gradually, the force of the spanks increased until she was receiving a moderately brisk spanking, the man delighting in the way his hand bounced off her magnificently firm buttocks and watching color glow more warmly with each stinging slap.
He soon had her sobbing, then decided to give her a real test and went on spanking. When she began to cry, he still spanked on, giving her another ten spanks on each cheek before he finally stopped and massaged her hot, red, beautiful nether cheeks. Her crying turned softer and she was squirming again as she told him it had been wildly exciting and that her bum cheeks felt wonderful as they tingled from the spanking.
Pulling her back onto the bed, he kissed the red cheeks and prepared to mount her again, but Midge had other plans. She wanted to try everything and having seen the movie of the woman sucking the man off, that was next on her list.
With a little giggle, she squirmed out of reach, then had his throbbing penis in her gentle hand and was licking her lips as she smiled up at him.
"I'm suddenly terribly hungry," she told him, "may I have a little snack?"
"Be my guest, darling," he told her. "Have you ever sucked a cock before?"
"No, but this is my night for firsts. I've had my first cunt lapping, my first fuck, my first spanking, now I'm going to suck my first cock. I'll try to be good at it."
"I know you'll be very good, darling. I'll sit on the edge of the bed and you kneel between my legs.
I feel in the mood for it that way. Another time, I shall want you to sit on my face so I can play with your bum while you eat me."
He kissed her on the mouth, then got into position, his knees wide apart, his organ strongly rampant. Midge was soon on her knees, holding his joint lovingly as she kissed and licked the head and told him it felt like warm velvet. Opening her jaws wide, she pushed the velvet into her mouth and began sucking.
Midge had learned a lot from the movie and she went on to give him as delightful a blow job as he had ever experienced.
When he began spurting in her mouth, Midge sucked even more greedily and went on doing so until he fell back on the bed, spent and deliciously tired.
CHAPTER FIVE
Hugo's reporters came back with the material he needed to construct a bomb. It came in the form of a special front page in every edition the following day, one which carried the names of those who owned slum properties.
Some were easy in that the houses were owned by individuals, but others were more complicated that holding companies owned whole blocks of properties.
But his staff had penetrated those screens and the story showed who was hiding behind the holding companies. There they found some of the most prominent names in the city and the state.
There were politicians, doctors, lawyers, the social elite and even two religious organizations. It was all there for the public to see. The fat was in the fire and Hugo smiled as he waited for his phone to begin ringing.
Having stung his opponents, he waited for them to come out of the woodwork. Carla was instructed to take all his calls and channel all the protests, threats and complaints to him. And there were plenty of them. Some threatened to sue, others charged him with violating friendship, some merely cursed him, but he treated them all the same, warning that the list would be published from time to time along with progress reports of what was being done to improve the properties.
By late morning, the deluge had subsided to a trickle and he assumed that those who were going to squeak had already done so.
"Enough of business for now," Hugo said, leaning back in his chair, his eyes moving over Carla's sheer nylons as she sat with her shapely legs crossed. "I have a little job for you, one that I hope you won't find too unpleasant."
"Judging by your tone, I'd say off hand that I won't find it at all unpleasant. Tell me more, boss darling."
"Well, it's about a new waitress at The Club," he told her, then went on to tell about his session with Midge the previous evening.
"Oh my God, what a romp that must have been for the two of you. For a virgin, she sounds pretty wild. Where do I come in?"
"Right between her lovely young thighs. It seems she wants to learn everything, so I'd say that lapping pussy should be somewhere on the list."
"And you'd like me to teach her the game?" Carla asked, her eyes widening with excitement at the thought of introducing a sexy young beauty to the arts of woman-woman fun and games.
"That's more or less what I had in mind," he said, grinning. "Does it sound like too onerous a task, dear?"
"Well, you know how it is. I hesitate to do such an immoral and even sinful thing, but I am loyal to you and so I'll obey, even if it hurts me."
"How touching," he told her, playing her game. "It will be possible then for you to come to the penthouse early this evening."
It proved possible indeed and Carla was there a few minutes before seven so that she had a chance to chat with Hugo before the girl arrived. He had showered and wore a well tailored robe, under which, Carla was quick to learn with a probing hand, he wore only skin. While her hand continued to probe, a portion of that skin expanded to contain his erect penis and she let out a little giggle at what she had done to him with her hand. He was just threatening to spank her when a bell rang to announce Midge's arrival. He pressed a button beside the phone to unlock the elevator and told her to come up.
When a light flashed on the compact panel, Hugo knew that the elevator was on its way so he went out to greet her. As she stepped out of the elevator he took her in his arms, kissed her and fondled her firm buttocks, finding them as thrilling as he recalled.
They went into the penthouse and Midge was more than a little surprised at seeing Carla there. When Hugo saw her expression, he patted her on the bottom and grinned as he took her order for a drink and got drinks for the three of them.
"Now then, Midge," he said as they sat on the couch, the girl between him and Carla, "I can see you were disappointed at finding Carla here. Let me assure you, you're going to enjoy her company."
"I'm sure I will," Midge replied without much conviction.
"I can see you don't really mean that, dear," Carla told her, patting her thigh and giving it a little squeeze, loving the firmness she found, "I also know that you're going to change your mind in a little while and like it very much. Hugo tells me you want to learn all about sex, is that right?"
"Yes," Midge admitted, a little shyly.
"Well, darling, a very important aspect of sex involves the things two women can do together. I'm going to be your tutor this evening and I'm sure we shall both enjoy our lessons."
"You mean right here? With Hugo watching? Is that how it's going to be?"
"Right, Midge," Hugo told her. "I'll watch it all and my cock will get stiff and I'll steal a few feels while the two of you are playing and lapping. I'll be enjoying it as much as the two of you will. I do love watching ladies at play, especially naked, beautiful ones like the two of you."
"Well," Midge replied with a shrug and a grin, "it sounds frightening to me right now, but I guess I can do it and, if last night was any example, I'm going to end up enjoying it. You know I've never done anything with a woman before, don't you, Carla?"
"Yes, dear, and that's what makes it so thrilling for me. I've seduced a few girls in my life and it's always so delightful when a girl who has never done it before is trembling in my arms, frightened, yet out of her mind horny. I'll be very gentle and patient so it will be exciting for you. When I think you're ready," Carla went on, arousal mounting. "I'll go down on you. I'll give your cunt a sweet sucking and make you come. Later, I'll build you up slowly again, then when I get you all nice and horny again, I'll open my thighs wide and invite you to bring your lovely face between them, to bring your sweet mouth to my cunt and lap me off."
"Oh God, Carla," Midge said in a small voice, "It sounds a little bit frightening, but it makes me horny at the same time. I can't explain it, but I guess you know what I mean."
"Yes angel," Carla said, slipping an arm around her waist, "I understand. Hugo tells me you are a magnificent fuck and a sensational cock sucker. I'm going to prove to you that you're an exciting cunt lapper as well. You will have it all then, dear, and you'll qualify as one of us, one of Hugo's girls. Believe me, darling, a woman couldn't dream of a happier life. No one woman can ever hold him on an exclusive basis, but he can be true to all of us in his own very special way."
As she talked, Carla moved one hand up and closed it around a delightfully firm breast, causing Midge to sigh and move closer against her, thigh pressing against thigh.
"How sweet you are, Midge darling," Carla said, her tone laden with passion. "I'm going to kiss you on the mouth now. Let's see how nicely we can do it."
Carla brought their mouths together with erotci grace and then they were sharing a passionate kiss, their arms tightening around each other. Squatting in front of the couch, Hugo put a hand on Carla's right knee and one on Midge's left. While they kissed, he moved both hands slowly up sleek, firm thighs as he felt his rampant penis twitch strongly in anticipation. It was, he told himself, going to be another delightful evening in his private garden of Eros with the daughters of Sappho.
Leaving them to their embrace, he went to check the movie projector. He didn't think Midge was going to need any artificial stimulus, but he decided it would do no harm to let her see the movie he had selected with such care. Besides, he would enjoy watching it himself since it was one of his favorites, one which showed a mature, sophisticated lesbian seducing a trembling young girl, taking her time and prolonging it, to the enjoyment of both.
Once before, he had used that film as a prelude to watching Carla seduce a girl with no previous lesbian experience and he still recalled the thrill that session and sensed that with Midge, the thru could be even greater.
As he returned to the couch, he pressed the button which converted it into an oversized bed and grinned as the embracing women fell back, their legs kicking in an exciting display of nylons and luscious thighs, their mouths still mashing.
When the embrace ended and they sat up, smiling, their breasts rising and falling with passion, Hugo saw that the front of Midge's dress had been opened and that her black bra was very low cut so that it seemed to hold her lush breasts up and out in erotic offering.
Hugo removed his robe and saw two sets of eyes turn to feast on his big organ, then he turned the machine on and cut most of the lights, leaving just enough so that he would be able to divide his attention between the movie and the two women who would, he guessed, provide him with greater thrills than the movie.
The scene opened with the woman and girl chatting on a couch, both fully dressed and beautiful. Slowly, the woman commenced her seduction , touching the girl's breasts through her dress, then stealing tentative feels of her thighs through her nylons.
In the beginning, the girl protested each of the woman's liberties with her person, but gradually lust moved in until her protests became rather faint. The woman continued to work slowly, opening the girl's clothes, pushing her skirt up her thighs, then she stood and, smiling, removed her own dress to display her magnificent body, excitingly packaged in bra and panties.
Returning to the girl on the couch, she invited her to feel her breasts, tummy and thighs, then went on seducing her trembling vicitim with the same deft, erotic skill.
More and more, the girl responded, though she still made little protests from time to time, then she allowed her dress to be removed and sighed as the woman took her in her arms for a passionate kiss, during which the girl felt her bra being unhooked.
"Ooh, look at those tits," Midge whispered to Carla as the woman removed the girl's bra, then took her own off brought their breasts together, nip--pies touching lightly, gently, rubbing as all four elongated and darkened slightly in color.
After that, the seduction moved into high gear, the two taking turns sucking breasts, then panties were removed, the woman went down on the girl and lapped her, then positions were changed and they lapped each other. They were both writhing in snaked orgasm when the movie ended and Hugo turned the machine off and turned a few lights on so that there was just the right level of illumination in the room.
During the movie, Carla had pulled the top of Midge's dress down to her waist and unhooked her bra. Midge only sighed as Carla took the bra off and gazed hotly at the lovely young breasts.
She fondled them for a little while, then one was in her mouth and she was sucking greedily while Midge squirmed and sighed as she had the previous evening when Hugo had done the same.
After she had sucked both the silken beauties, Carla moved away from the girl and removed her own dress and bra, uncovering her lovely breasts with studied slowness, watching as the girl stared and her mouth fell open.
"Here are my big tits, darling," Carla told her as she moved back to Midge. "Take them, dear. Fondle them and kiss them and suck them. Hurry, I want to feel your angel mouth sucking my tits now."
She fed her right breast to the girl who took it eagerly and began sucking in such a manner that Carla threw her head back and groaned with desire. As they knelt facing each other, Carla worked both her hands over Midge's lovely body until she pushed one hand into the girl's crotch, thrilling to the heat she found there, rubbing the softness and making it even warmer and much more exciting.
At the outset, Carla had planned a long drawn out seduction of the beautiful girl, but fate and Midge's eagerness changed her plans. The girl was so eager that it was no longer a seduction at all, but an eager meeting of two hungry bodies. Carla's own arousal contributed much to her change of plans too and it was not long before she pushed the girl down on the couch and was stripping her panties off, a task made slightly and excitingly difficult by Midge's writhing.
And then the girl was naked except for garter belt and nylons and Carla had her arms wrapped around lovely, firm, silken thighs, holding them wide apart, raising the perfect bottom from the couch as she stared into the crotch which had been virginal until the previous evening.
Midge's cry seemed to hang suspended in the room as she felt the mouth claim her vulva at once and begin sucking with alternate kissing and licking of the soft, tender lips. Raising her face from the girl's crotch, Carla licked her wet lips as she looked up at Hugo and gave him a dazzling smile.
"Oh darling, you said her cunt was sweet, but that was an understatement. Jesus, this is angel cunt, cunt for the gods."
And then she stopped talking, her mouth returned to Midge's hot vulva and she resumed sucking, producing wet exciting sounds and making juice trickle down from the girl's crotch and into the crack between her silken buttocks.
Unable to remain so far away from them, Hugo went to the bed and, sitting beside Midge, fondled her lush breasts while she groaned and writhed under the spell of the magnificent lapping Carla was giving her, joy magnified by the hands of the man which fondled both her sensitive breasts with such an erotic touch.
Hugo sensed the approach of orgasm for the girl and hurriedly brought his open mouth down on hers in a wet, passionate kiss. With one mouth on her mouth and another on her vulva, the young beauty jerked in an agony of ecstasy as orgasm swept over her and she cried her song of erotic triumph into Hugo's mouth.
It was an LP orgasm and went on and on until it appeared that Midge would faint. She stopped on the verge of that state, barely conscious and in a state of delicious suspended animation.
"Did you come, angel?" Carla asked with a teasing grin as Midge opened her eyes and smiled, weakly at her.
"Come? Hell no, I went. I went a million miles up above the stars and spent a couple of years in Heaven. By the way, God sends you his regards."
"Jesus Christ," Hugo roared, "she's really too much, isn't she?"
Carla agreed that the girl was, then suggested that they could all use a drink and a rest before moving on to the second round.
"Is that the round in which I get to suck your cunt?" Midge asked.
"Yes. Are you a little afraid?"
"I suppose you could say that," Midge told her with a straight face. "About as afraid as I am that I may draw another breath. Here, just before we start our rest, let me take your panties off and feel your cunt. I've never felt a woman's cunt before."
"Mmmm, sounds delicious, but let's just tease ourselves a little. Feel me through my panties, but let's leave them on until we're ready, then you'll strip them off as a part of making love to me."
While Hugo poured drinks for them, Carla stood by the bed and Midge, sitting on the edge, fondled the crotch and seat of her panties, the act delighting and thrilling her as much as it did Carla who decided that their rest would be a short one and that soon she'd go back to the couch with Midge and continue her training.
The women went to the bar to join Hugo and sip at their drinks while the talked excitedly about what had happened and what was yet to come.
"How did you happen to keep your panties on all this time?" Hugo asked Carla.
"Oh, just unlucky, I guess," Midge answered for her and joining in the laughter. "I tried to get them off her, but she acted like a prude. Do you think she's still a virgin, Hugo?
"I'd have to doubt that, after two generations of Brandon cock happily shooting up her delicious little cunt. Still, anything is possible, she may have grown a new cherry overnight."
"If she did, I'll pick it with my tongue," Midge replied, sneaking a hand into Carla's crotch and almost causing her to drop her drink.
With Midge continuing to play in her crotch, Carla quickly reached the stage where she wanted something more than she wanted her drink, so she put her glass down on the bar and took the girl back to the bed, Hugo following close behind, his drink still in his hand.
Carla took Midge in her arms, kissed her with fierce passion, then whispered hotly into her ear as the girl stood trembling.
"I understand you enjoyed your spanking last night, dear. How would you like to try administering one. You see, I usually like to have my bum cheeks hot when I get my cunt lapped."
"Oh yes, I want to," Midge sighed, her hands clutching at Carla's panty clad buttocks and squeezing, strongly.
Carla led the girl to an armless chair and had her sit, then she stood before her, her body swaying just a little as she waited to have her panties taken down for the spanking she so wanted. She watched the trembling hands come to her, then saw her panties being skinned down until they stretched across her thighs just above her knees.
Without waiting for an invitation, she lowered her body onto the warm thighs of the girl, squirmed in anticipation, then felt the first spank and groaned in hot desire for more.
"Spank harder," she heard Hugo tell the girl, and then the next slap came, making the cheek joggle as it stung the way she liked a spank to sting.
Determined to be as good at spanking as she was at everything else sexually, Midge spanked hard and soon had Carla crying loudly as her buttocks glowed an exciting shade of red.
"Should I stop now?" Midge asked Hugo as he stood, hands on hips, looking down at his secretary's lush red behind which twitched as though it could still feel the hand slapping it.
Smiling, he reached to fondle Carla's buttocks and she both sobbed and sighed at his touch. "You've done a good job, Midge," he told her. "Another five stingers on each cheek should get her right into the mood to have her cunt lapped."
He stepped back a little and Midge, her naked breasts bouncing, resumed the spanking, counting them aloud as her right hand rose and fell, producing an exciting sound each time it slapped a firm cheek, drawing louder sounds of crying from Carla who heaved and bucked over her thighs as much as the grip of the beautiful, naked spanker would permit.
And then the final ten spanks had been administered. Hugo helped Carla to her feet and led both women to the bed where he told Midge to lie on her back. Seconds later, Carla, still crying softly, was kneeling astride the girl, rubbing her tingling buttocks as Midge stared up into the crotch where her face would soon be buried, waiting for it to come down, to deliver the hot looking vulva to her mouth.
"You see, dear," Hugh told Midge, "this way, while you eat her cunt, you can play with her hot bum cheeks. You'll like it and so will she. When she comes, she'll rub her wet cunt all over your face and make it sticky. It's very exciting to eat cunt in this position. Here we go now," he said, slapping Carla on the behind, then he watched Carla's knees move apart as she lowered warm, hungry crotch to the waiting face of the trembling girl.
He heard a muffled groan coming from Carl's crotch then bent closer and listened to the wet, sucking sounds which so thrilled him. As much as he enjoyed sucking in a smooth, female crotch, he found equal pleasure when he watched and listened to one woman sucking another. When he heard Carla's continuing moans of excitement and of pleasure, Hugh sighed deeply, knowing that Midge was as good at cunt lapping as she was at everything else, and that she had passed her final test, was ready to become one of Hugo's girls.
While Midge switched from sucking the soft, moist, hot organ of the woman to sending her tongue into it in search of Carla's clitoris, her hands lovingly fondled her hot, silken buttocks which could not keep still as passion continued to rock the naked woman who thrilled at sitting on the face of lapper.
Once Midge's tongue found the passion bud it had been seeking, it was not long before Carla threw her head back and, cries breaking from her throat, she went into orgasm, her wet, hot crotch giving Midge the exciting facial Hugo had promised her would be hers when she had done her job.
Climax passed and Carla would have gotten off the girl, but Midge couldn't bear to part with the erotic joy of having the crotch and hot buttocks of the woman trapping her face in such thrilling, sexual confinement. Holding her partner tightly, Midge kept her on her face, thrilling to the warmth, the taste and the faintly musky perfume of her crotch. She held on until Hugo took her hands away and told Carla to get up.
"Umm, she eats cunt like a dream, lover," Carla told Hugo as she dismounted, sighing and been well looked after, front and back. There's been well looked after, front and back. There's still still such an exciting tingle in my bum cheeks to match the glow I feel in my twat. She's going to be a great one, you will be very proud of her."
"I have a bunch you're very right, Carla," Hugo told her as he took Midge by the hand and led her to the chair on which she had sat to spank Carla before going to bed with her.
Sitting, he drew the girl across his thighs and she made a point of rubbing against his strong penis as she got into postion. Thrilling to the sight of her, the little girl effect she produced despite her well developed breasts and fully rounded buttocks, he began to scold Midge, playing with her nether cheeks as he scolded her for having done naughty things with the little boy next door.
Midge caught on at once, understood what the man expected of her.
"Oh Daddy, don't spank my poor little bum," she pleaded, her voice surprisingly childish, her tone perfect. "I didn't mean to do naughty things with him, Daddy, but he showed me his bird and then he wanted to see my bare bum and my little pussy. I had to do it, Daddy, he just looked at them and felt them, he didn't try to stick his dick in my cuntie."
"That's still too dangerous a game for a little girl like you, Midge," he scolded, "and Daddy is going to spank your tender little bum so you'll rememher to keep your panties on when you play with boys in the future."
"Oh, Daddy, please don't spank me," she sobbed with the same thrilling conviction in her tone, "it will hurt and make me cry."
"Yes, Midge, it will hurt, like this SPANK ... and this ... SPANK ... Yes, your bum is very tender, I can see pink already. Here, I'll make it pinker for you like this ... and this ... and this...."
How she achieved it Hugo didn't know, but while his hand slapped from cheek to cheek and color replaced what had been magnificent white, her cries were those of a very little girl. Of all his girls, Hugo thought, not one had ever been such a convincing little girl, not one had ever so thrilled him in submitting to a spanking.
As a result, Midge received a much more prolonged and stinging spanking than he had planned for her, yet, when he finally did stop and helped her to her feet as his rampant organ surged with desire to plunge into the tight slit of the little girl, her eyes shone with lust, raw, primitive, jungle lust. Instead of rubbing at her tingling behind as he would have expected, Midge rubbed a mature looking breast with one hand while the other rubbed at the heat in her crotch.
"Oh Daddy ... Daddy," she sobbed, "fuck me. Drive your beautiful big cock right up my little cunt. Let it stretch me wide open. I won't tell Mummy anything. Come on, Daddy, fuck your horny, red arsed little girl before she goes crazy."
Her performance was such that Hugo felt dizzy, but not so much so that he wasn't able to take her to the bed where he had her kneel on all fours, her red bottom arched enticingly over the edge.
Standing close behind her, he took his penis in hand and, as he began to guide it into position, the man groaned, then he was holding his organ as it shot semen all over the red buttocks of the girl.
Seeing what had happened, Carla hurried to them, massaged Midge's tingling buttocks with the rich fluid, then turned the girl over and went down on her, giving her with her tongue what Hugo had been unable to give.
CHAPTER SIX
"That was an amazing performance you staged the other night, Midge," Hugo told the girl after he had admitted her to the penthouse, poured drinks for them and they were sitting on the couch, the hem of her dress carefully hiked up so that the man was able to see a generous amount of nylon sheathed thighs, all the way to where the top of a nylon expaned to caress the firm thigh.
"I'm glad you were pleased, Hugo. Look, I know Carla is your special woman, that's as it should be. I know you have plenty of other women too, and I'll never be jealous. A man like you needs a lot of women, but still, I want to be sepcial to you in my own way. I want you to know that anything in the world a man can do with a woman you can do with me and I'll enjoy it. I don't care if you want to cut a gash in my belly and stick your cock right into my guts, I'll get you the knife and smile while you do it. That's the way I feel about you."
"Jesus," he groaned, "you're too much, Midge. Look how my hand is trembling," he pointed out as some of his drink splashed out of the glass.
"That's what I want to be, Hugo. The other night, when I got you so excited that you went off all over my arse before you could get it up my cunt, I was sorry I missed getting fucked, but it thrilled me that I could do that to you. I wish I could have seen the cream as it shot out of your big prick all over my red behind."
"It was quite a sight, believe me. No wonder she rubbed it all over your red cheeks and then went down on you."
"Did you ever go off on a woman before?" Midge asked, her heart pounding with excitement at the nature of the conversation.
"Yes. Let's take our clothes off and I'll tell you about it. I enjoy talking sex, but it's better if I'm naked and you have your bra and panties on. Christ, what a body you have."
Midge hurriedly removed her dress and he stripped naked, then they were on the couch again, Hugo fondling her breasts and thighs, postponing the pleasure of removing her bra to bare her splendid breasts.
"I remember one woman who loved to have me go off on her, but it was never by accident, she liked to lie or sit naked and have me jerk off on her after we had played for a long time."
"Ooh, that sounds like fun. Tell me more, please."
"Sure. I was still in high school then, about sixteen, I guess. She had been my first woman. She lured me to her house one afternoon and seduced me."
"Oh, I want to hear all bout that, tell me all the details," Midge begged with little squeals of arousal as she snuggled more closely and opened her thighs so that he could fondle the crotch of her panties if he chose.
"Well, she had talked to me before and was always very friendly. This day she came to visit my mother who was out. I had been in the pool and still had my trunks on. She chatted with me for a while and I saw her looking me over in a funny way, then she invited me to her place for a Coke. She lived just next door so I didn't have to get dressed, she pointed out.
"When we got to her place, she began talking about sex and I admitted I didn't know much about it, that I'd never seen a naked female. She smiled a lot and pulled her dress up to let me see her thighs, she took her time, let me feel her tits through her dress, then rub her thighs, then she rubbed the front of my trunks and felt my bone. I already had a long one and she liked the feel of it.
"She took off her dress and had me play with her some more, then she took my trunks down, felt my arse and played with my cock for a while. All the time she was doing it, she told me about the sex acts she liked, fucking, cunt lapping, cock sucking, spanking, the works.
"I didn't know spanking could be sexy and she told me a lot of stories about it. After that, she took off her bra and gave me her bit tits to play with. When I had done that for a while, she taught me how to suck them. Christ, I went wild with my face buried in her big soft tits, they were like silken pillows and she had used plenty of perfume so she smelled exciting.
"She stood up then and told me to take her panties down. Her back was turned to me and when I unveiled that big white arse I thought I'd go off in the air, but I didn't, fortunately. She wore a garter belt and nylons, and that made her big white behind more thrilling to me. She let her panties fall to her feet, stepped out of them and then turned around to show me her front. She had a big bush, but it didn't frighten me. She opened up her twat with the tips of her fingers and let me have a good look at it, then told me to feel it. It was soft and hot and when I slipped a finger inside, I discovered how juicy a hot cunt can be.
"She asked me if I'd like to give her a spanking and I was all for it. She laid across my lap and I played with those big cheeks for a while, then I was panting and so was she as she almost screamed for me to start spanking. A couple of times she had to tell me to smack harder, then I was really laying it on those big cheeks and they were bouncing. I stopped when she started to cry, but she screamed for me to keep spanking, so I did until her arse was dark red with purple blotches. Christ, what a sight, II can still recall how those big cheeks looked when she got off my lap and rubbed at them, her big tits swaying all over the place.
"It was my turn to be spanked then and she let me have it pretty good. She made me cry too, but I didn't mind at all, even though it stung like blazes and I cried plenty.
"But there was still more in store for me," the man went on, his right hand in Midge's crotch, gently rubbing the warm nylon which had become a little moist. "We got on her bed and she talked about cunt lapping. I was a bit afraid when she told me to go down on her, but she wouldn't take no for an answer. Once I began sucking her juicy twat, I got over my nervousness and really enjoyed it. She taught me how to Use my tongue on her clit and then she went off, bouncing all over the bed and scaring the shit out of me with her loud yells and groans. I though she was going to die.
"And then it was time to fuck. She took my cock in her mouth and sucked on it for a while, then she lay back and I got into her crotch and on her belly. I got my cock into her and had only stroked for what seemed like a couple of seconds when I was shooting, she held me with her arms and legs and crushed me.
"We got together often after that and did all the same things. Then one day she told me she wouldn't be able to use her twat for a few days, but that there were other things we could do. That suited me, so I stripped naked and she took off everything except her panties, garter belt and nylons. We played for a long time, then she had me stand by the bed and she knelt in front of me and told me to jerk off all over her tits.
"I had done lots of jerking off before I met her and it seemed like a waste of juice, but once I began I went wild. I'd jerk for a while, then stop and let my pressure go down. When I couldn't hold it back, I let go. I heard myself groan when the first spurt of my juice went splat all over one big tit. I kept on spurting it, shooting from one tit to the other until I was drained, then she sighed and wore a dreamy look as she used her hands to rub my juice all over her tits. Some of it had shot into the valley between and she dug it out with her finger and spread it around too. It was so exciting I thought I'd get another hard on, but I didn't. When she finished, she gave me such a smile that I got dizzy while I watched her licking and sucking her fingers and hands, licking up all my cream and sighing. She put her bra on then, telling me she wanted to keep her tits nice and sticky with my cream.
"I went back to see her the next day. She told me to suck her tits for a while and I was pleas-ed to do it. She lay down on the bed then and told me she wanted me to jerk off on her again, but this time on her face. When I began jerking myself, she told me to aim my cock around her mouth and cheeks but to be careful not to shoot it into her eyes.
"She was propped up on pillows and I pulled myself slowly, stopping often to make it last longer. After a while, I couldn't stand the waiting so I let it go and shot all over her face.
"While my cock was just dribbling the last of my load, she started rubbing my cream over her face and when there was some left over, she spread it over her big boobs again."
"That must have been so exciting," Midge squealed. "I guess it always is when a woman seduces an innocent boy. Did she do other things to you as well or was that enough for her?"
"Oh yes. The first time she sucked my cock I thought I was going to die. She kept sucking even after she had drained me and I collapsed before she finally gave up."
"Did your romance last long?" Midge wanted to know.
"Just a couple of months. It ended one afternoon when her husband came home and caught us romping in the nude. He was really upset and did a lot of shouting. He threatened to beat the shit out of me, but after he looked me over, he changed his mind. He knew I could take him. I got dressed and got the hell out Just before I got out of the room, I saw him taking his belt off and heard her crying.
"While I was going down the steps I heard him begin strapping her big arse and wondered if she was enjoying it."
"And that was the end?" Midge asked-
"No, the beginning really. He called my dad and gave him the news. Dad sounded very serious while he listened, but he was grinning when he hung up. I had been worried, but I needn't have been. He was proud of me and had to tell him all about what we had done.
"He told me an old woman was fine for the first experience, but that I needed younger, more beautiful women to make it really good. He arranged a weekend for me, telling mother I was going fishing with some friends of his.
"The woman he picked for me was in her twenties, a real beauty and hotter than hell. We had one helluva weekend and after that I never had to worry about where my next piece of tail was coming from. Dad had lots of talent around the newspaper and he encouraged me to dip my wick with any or all of them. The only one who was off limits was Carla. I didn't get into her panties until the day afer his funeral."
Hugo asked whether she had any stories to tell.
"I have, but I'm not sure I can talk."
Knowing what she needed, he slipped her panties down and fingered her clitoris until she came, then she sighed, thanked him and told him she was ready to talk. Just to ensure that she was, he went to the bar and got drinks for them.
CHAPTER SEVEN
When Hugo returned from the bar, he saw that Midge had pulled her panties back up and liked the way they clung to her lush figure.
"After all my work taking your panties down," he said with a grin, "I'm going to have to do it all over again in a little while."
"Life is so tough," she sighed as she took the drink from him, "but I think you'll manage. I love the way you take my panties down. There's something special about your touch."
"Glad to hear it. Now it's your turn to tell a story, though I don't know what stories a virgin can have from her past."
"Oh, it isn't about me and it isn't nearly as exciting as yours, but it's the best I can do. I hope you won't be disappointed."
"I won't be," he assured her as he drew her closer and waited for her to start.
"Well, it happened to my best friend, Jenny. I was fourteen at the time, so was she, almost fifteen. Jenny wasn't really fat, but she was plump and rather plain. She was unhappy, didn't have many friends and her parents were always fighting. She liked her dad, he was a guy who seemed to smile a lot when his wife wasn't around.
"One night, they had a big fight and Jenny's mother packed up and left, swearing she'd never come back. Jenny told me she was happy about that and that she and her father began really enjoying life alone, the other kids had grown up and left home.
"Jenny's father was especially nice to her as they got used to their new life together. She did all the house work and enjoyed it. I'd go help her after school and we'd talk a lot.
"She told me how happy she was and show she felt just like a housewife with a nice husband and how it was perfect in everyway except that she couldn't sleep with her father.
"We both giggled and talked a lot about sex, then she admitted to me, as a special secret, that she would love it if he would fuck her. She pointed out she loved him and the way she said it, it all made sense to her and to me, though I must admit it made me feel kind of jittery. You know, incest and all that.
"Anyway, she kept thinking more and more about it and doing things about it. She'd wear short skirts and bend over so he could see up her thighs.
She'd arrange that by accident, he'd get a glimpse of her in her bra and panties and things like that.
"She'd be so worked up about it when she would tell me that she had seen that his cock was hard in his pants, that she could see the big bulge of hard prick.
"And then one night while he was reading his paper, she went and sat on his lap. He laughed and told her she was too big for that, but she told him she was just big enough.
"She could feel that he had a hard-on, so she made up her mind to keep working on him. After a little while, he caught one of her tits through her blouse and gave it a squeeze and told her she was a lot bigger than he had realized.
"Jenny figured she had him by then, so she had him feel it some more, telling him now nice it felt and how excited she was getting. She whispered that she knew he was excited too because she could feel a stiff prick under her. I guess that really got him, because he put a hand under her skirt and felt all the way up her thighs, right to her crotch.
"While he was feeling around her crotch and her thighs, she unbuttoned her blouse and took it off, then she took her bra off and showed him her tits. She had a good set even then, much bigger than mine were at that age.
"She said he made a funny growling sound in his throat, then caught on of her boobs and began squeezing and rubbing it. She got off his lap and they went to her bedroom. He caught her from behind and gave her tits a real rubbing, making her nipples really stick out hard, then he told her they would go to his bedroom.
"When they got there, he took her skirt off and then stripped her panties down and took them off as well. He left her garter belt and nylons on because as he told her, they wouldn't be in the way. He was real wild then and rubbed her cunt and her arse with both hands, then he almost tore his clothes off.
"When she saw his big prick, she grabbed at it and he just stood there while she felt it and his balls, then he turned away from her and went to the dresser. He opened a package of safes and rolled one over his cock.
"She said it made her tremble to look at his prick with the safe over it, that it made it look big and menacing, like a hooded monster.
"He took Jenny onto the bed then and really began to play with her, all over. While he felt her up and sucked her tits, he told her he'd had his eyes on her for a long time and that every time he looked at her he got a hard-on. He also told her that her mother had been a lousy fuck and that he would teach her how to be a good one and to really enjoy fucking and sucking, like a real woman.
"She told him she wanted to try everything and he asked her if she'd like him to suck her cunt and make her come with his tongue right up her slit. She told him she love to try it, so he had her lie on her back with her legs wide open and up in the air, and he went down on her and began sucking. I guess he did it right, because she told me she came real fast and that it was better than any come she ever got by fingering herself.
"She thought he was going to fuck her right then, while her cunt was still tingling, but instead, he turned her over and began playing with her arse. He worked on it for a long time, she had a big, plump arse, then he was panting when he rolled her on her back again and told her he was ready to fuck her at last.
"He got between her legs and she said he panted like a wild animal, frightening her just a little, then he was poking his tool in her crotch and she stopped being afraid. All she wanted then was to feel his cock inside her cunt and to know what it felt like to get fucked by a man.
"Jenny found out fast, because he stuffed his prick up her and drove it all the way in. She had no cherry, as it turned out, but she drove a bike a lot and he told her later she probably wore it out that way.
"Anyway, with no cherry to hurt, she loved it right from the start. She said her cunt was tight and that his stiff cock really stretched her, made it feel like he was going to break her in two, but she loved it. Once he had his cock buried right up to the hilt in her twat, he slowed down and just lay on her a little, telling her how tight her little cunt was and how good it felt the way it was strangling his prick.
"After that, he started fucking her, working it in and put of her slit real slow. He got his hands under her and held her by the cheeks of her arse as he went on giving her a slow fucking, all the time, telling her how great it felt and what a good fuck she was, better than her mother had ever been.
"Jenny came again and he stopped fucking her until it was over, then he got to work again and she said she was almost ready to come again when he started fucking real fast, then he went off and just lay on top of her, panting like he couldn't get enough breath.
"He fucked her almost every night after that, and when she was menstruating and they couldn't fuck, he taught her how to suck his cock. She was afraid at first, but before very long she really enjoyed doing blow jobs.
"Just before I came to work here, they left for the West Coast where he got a good job and they're going to pretend they're married."
"That was quite a story, Midge and your friend sounds like quite a woman herself. It must have made you real horny, hearing her tell you all about it."
"It sure did. I just made up my mind that the time had come for me to find out what it was all about. I'd heard stories about The Club and it sounded like a good place to start. I figured if I was going to give men what they wanted, I may as well do it someplace where men had class and money, not in my neighborhood where a guy buys you a hamburger and feels you should be so thankful you'll let him into your panties."
"That's good thinking, Midge. I have a feeling you're going to get along in life real well. Thanks to the story you told me, I'm working out a plan for us to have some special fun one of these evenings."
"Tell me, tell me," she begged, excitedly. "I know I'll like it, whatever it is."
"I haven't worked out all the details yet, my dear," he told her. "But you will be dressed up as a little girl. Carla will buy all the clothes for you tomorrow. She'll join us for a big game in which we'll be your Mummy and Daddy. We'll begin by giving you a spanking, then the name of the game will be incest, both your Mummy and your Daddy will go to work on you. By the time our game is over, I have a hunch your pretty bum will feel like it's on fire and your cunt will be worn out. Speaking of such items as bum and cunt, this strikes me as being a nice time to stop talking and start work."
Midge was in no mood to argue and she sighed as he took her bra off and spent a long time with her panties off and she went wild with desire for him her breasts in his mouth and his hands, then he took as his hands and mouth added to the excitement which had been generated by their erotic talking.
She was ready for a spanking, eager for one, but Hugo surprised her by going down on her first.
After she climaxed, he took her onto his lap. He didn't bother making a game of it, but just began spanking, warming her buttocks delightfully as he laid the spanks on hard and made her cry loudly.
When he finished spanking her, and while she was still crying, he lay on his back on the bed and had her mount him and sit on his face. She rode him like a veteran and his tongue gave her another strong orgasm.
Unable to wait longer, he picked her up from the bed, had her kneel on all fours, then got behind her, slipped his organ into her hot, slippery slit and gave her a thoroughly delightful fucking which left the two of them spent and limp, leaving them only energy enough to think of what lay ahead.
CHAPTER EIGHT
When Hugo reached his office early the next morning, Carla was already there. He told her of his evening with Midge and of his plans for a sexual family evening at home to involve the three of them. She let him know how enthusiastic she was about it and assured him that she would select just the right clothes for the girl's special performance.
After that, Hugo turned his attention to matters of work. He checked out progress on the formation and staffing of the construction company and while things were going well, he applied enough pressure to ensure that they would move faster.
He was checking out other matters when Carla interrupted him to tell him the governor was on his special private line. He was not surprised when the man came on affably, congratulating him and the paper on their stand they had taken about cleaning out the slums.
"You sure do fight rough, Hugo," he said with a chuckle, a light reference to the way Hugo had dynamited his pet project, the highway widening plan which would have enriched his contractor friends and done him no harm.
"I learned early in life," Hugo told him, "that I don't, like fighting. If somebody forces me to do it, then I fight to win."
"You're not a fan of the Marquis of Queensbury?"
"I think he was either a queer or a boy scout leader, or perhaps both. When I fight, I make my own rules."
There was a little more casual conversation, then the governor told Hugo he'd like to have a private chat with him.
"Be delighted to, Carl. Where would you like it to be? Somewhere where we can relax? How about The Club?"
"No thanks, your club has a great reputation as a swinging place. I have my image to consider."
"Then how about my suite here? It offers all the comforts of home and then some."
They arranged a meeting for three that afternoon, then Hugo had Carla phone Midge and tell her to be at the office at two-thirty in her shortest and sexiest uniform.
"My, but we're being nice to the governor today," she teased, grinning.
"Are you jealous because I didn't give you to him?" Hugo teased back.
"Hell no, you're my kind of man, lover. I don't like fat, fumbling old men like Carl. I don't know how Midge is going to like him."
"As long as he has a cock, she'll like him," Hugo assured her. "That little bitch has a tight but a bottomless cunt. There just isn't enough prick in the world to satisfy her. Besides, think of how that old lecher will pant when he watches Midge go into action in her abbreviated costume."
Laughing, they went back to work, got things in perfect order, then went out to lunch, early. This time they went to the club and ate a leisurely meal in the public dining room. Business was brisk, and they smiled at the way the waitresses kept the place packed with their provocative uniforms.
"You were so right about the uniforms," Carla told him as they watched men stealing glances from all directions while the waitresses pretended not to notice.
"I had to be," he said, casually, not showing off. "The bunny concept is too blatant, too commerical. Men like the idea of being able to see under a skirt, sheer nylons, bare thighs above and, from time to time, a bit of a glimpse of clinging black panties and a bit of bum cheek. Look at Heather," he added, pointing.
The waitress he had mentioned, was bending over a service station, selecting glasses and not hurrying about it. She showed all that Hugo had mentioned, including teasing portions of white nether cheeks with a narrow band of black nylon curving between them and into her crotch.
"She should get some very nice tips today," Carla observed with a grin. "That looked so tasty I wanted to grab her myself and get my mouth where her panties are."
After their meal, they went up to the private club to chat with a few members and have a couple of drinks, then they returned to the office. Midge arrived a few minutes later and Hugo told her what he expected of her. He didn't tell her that the man was the governor, just that he was a very important man and that she was to stage a magnificent performance for him. He knew she would, even before she assured him that she would try to make the man go off in his pants.
When the governor arrived, Hugo did his part by meeting him in the lobby and escorting him upstairs to his private suite. As they entered, both women stood to greet them, then Carla sat with her notepad and pencil at the ready, her legs enticingly crossed to let him see how long her nylons ended and what her thighs looked like above them. For her part, Midge bent, her back turned to the new arrivals, and took a little longer than she should have in picking up a tray. By the time she straightened up, the governor knew that she wore black bikini panties and that they covered only a little of a magnificent bottom.
"How do you ever get any work done around here?" he asked Hugo who grinned.
"I wear blinkers and dark glasses and take a lot of cold showers," Hugo told him as he ushered the man to a comfortable chair and pulled one up for himself.
Midge took their drink orders and soon returned with the drinks. Hugo checked with his guest who told him that he would prefer that they chat in privacy for a while. He smiled broadly when Hugo told him he would send the woman away for the time being, but that they could be recalled later if he were in no hurry.
Without wasting any time, the governor told Hugo that he was preparing a massive plan of state aid in slum clearance and that he was prepared to pump into it all the money that had been earmarked for the highway project.
"I'm delighted to hear that, Carl, and I'll make sure the public knows of your concern in this area. Besides money though, we could use some legislation on both state and city level to put the screws on the vultures who own these fire traps."
"I'm with you all the way there, Hugo. I've been reading your special reports and I have a team of experts working on that angle right now. You may go ahead and announce that too."
The governor talked and looked as though he were the state's verson of Santa Claus and Hugo allowed him to enjoy his moment of glory. He was aware that he had built a big, bright bandwagon and that the governor was climbing aboard, but that didn't bother him at all. He saw it as adding impetus to his campaign and that was all that mattered to him. They discussed a few more details, then at Hugo's suggestion, they called the women back to the room and more drinks were poured.
"Midge is just eighteen," Hugo confided, "and until last week she was a virgin. She's still as tight as one and there isn't anything in the book she doesn't enjoy."
"What a man you are Hugo. You work hard, but it looks like you sure as hell know how to play."
"I do indeed, Carl. You should see the set up I have at the club. However, I'm not a selfish man. I like to share my playthings with my friends, very special friends, that is. If you're in no hurry, Carla and I will take our leave after a few minutes. I'm sure you'll find Midge to be very warm and very friendly."
"Can she be trusted? Please don't be offended, Hugo, it's just that I can't risk scandal. Pillar of the church and all that, you know."
"Carl, how could you ask such a question? Don't you think I'm aware of that too? Any of my special girls could be trusted to fuck the pope and blow the president without the faintest risk of scandal.
At a signal from Hugo, Carla came and sat on his lap, the hem of her dress being allowed to ride above her knees, far enough so that a little portion of her expanded nylon tops showed.
"Carla is the perfect executive assistant," Hugo told his visitor, allowing one hand to stray to a firm thigh, giving it a little squeeze.
"I can see that," the governor said, perspiring, his eyes moving over her thighs. "Intelligence, loyalty and beauty," As Hugo's hand rubbed, the hem of her dress was pushed a little higher so that Carl saw bare thigh above her nylon, was able to see that her thigh was so firm that the clinging nylon made no impression in her flesh.
"If she has a fault," Hugo went on, grinning, his hand still fondling, "it's that from time to time, she makes it hard for me to keep my mind on business."
"I can see that too, how she'd make it hard for you, to do anything."
"Precisely, and since she's done it again, then I think we should adjourn to my office. I wouldn't want to do anything to shock innocent little Midge."
Laughing, Carla slid off Hugo's lap, doing it in such a way that she showed the governor how her black panties contrasted with her flawless white thighs. Hugo took her to the bar to refresh their drinks, then, with a wink at the governor he led her from the room and told Midge to be a good little girl.
"I'll be just as good as you want me to be," Midge told the man as she moved closer to his chair. "Also, I trust you know he was kidding about shocking me. I'm just getting over virginity and I'm anxious to make up for all the time I wasted in that silly state."
His training caused him to be just a little nervous, but then he told himself that while Hugo could be a tough, even ruthless opponent, he was a man to be trusted and that Midge was a gift he could accept without reservations.
Outside, in the private office, Carla slid open the panel which permitted them a view of the inner room through the one way window. They saw the governor move an arm around the girl's legs, then a hand moved up her thigh and she sighed as she moved closer to him and let him fondle her thighs, buttocks and crotch. She gave a louder sigh and smiled warmly, then told him the couch was roomier and much more comfortable than his chair.
They got up and went to the couch, the man walking as though having difficulty with his knees. As they sat, the hem of Midge's skirt met the tops of her nylons and she told him, with a warm smile, that Carla was not the only one around the place with nice thighs.
He confirmed that, his voice a little rough, then she sighed deeply as he put a hand on an expanded nylon top and began fondling. As he did, Midge put a hand on the front of his pants and found the stiff bulge of his erection.
If Carl needed a signal, that was it and he pushed her skirt up eagerly as she squirmed in passion and let her thighs move wide apart, urging him to see and feel more of her.
"Oh baby," he panted, "you're exciting. When you bent over I could see your thighs right up to your bum. Christ, you're beautiful. Did you know how much you were showing?"
"Yes. I love to show myself to men and get them all worked up. I hoped you could see my little black panties and my white bum cheeks and that it made your cock hard, made you want to strip me naked and do all kinds of exciting things to me."
"You sure as hell did get me excited and you're still doing it," he whispered huskily as he rubbed the warm crotch of her panties. "How old are you anyway?"
"Eighteen. Is that too young for you?"
"No, that's a very exciting age. I have daughters a lot older than you and I don't think they're as much women as you are. Can we really do anything we want?" he asked then. "You're sure nobody will barge in here?"
"The only way in here is through Hugo's office," she told him. "There's no way he's going to let that happen. Let's relax. I'm feeling so nice and horny, I have been ever since I showed you my panties. Ooh, I like the way you rub my crotch. You make my little pussy all hot and hungry."
As she talked in a husky whisper, hunger in her tone, Midge squirmed against him and fondled the big lump in his pants. She turned partially over his lap and felt his hands grabbing at her buttocks which were only partially covered by her panties and not hidden at all.
"Tell me if you want me to take my clothes off," she told him, quietly, as he fondled her lush nether cheeks. "If you like, I'll undress you. I've never undressed a man before."
Pushing her off his lap, the governor stood and almost tore his clothes off, panting as he told her to take her dress off and that he would take the rest off for her.
Naked, he was not nearly as attractive as Hugo, she thought, but she got over the flabbiness of his body by concentrating her gaze on his stiff weapon, twitching with desire for her, the foreskin back to display a head that was, she decided, not too bad at all, even though his penis was shorter than Hugo's and not nearly as big around.
She threw her dress off, snugged her sheer, bikini panties around her body, then smiled as he came to her and took her in his arms.
"Oh baby," he groaned, "you're so lovely. My life is a lonely one, I can't do things other men can. I have to be so careful all the time. Make it good for me, Midge. Let me strip you naked."
"Yes, yes, take my bra and panties off for me. I want to be naked with you. Your big prick must be great. It feels so hard against my belly. It will feel even better when you push it into my tiny little pussy. Do you want to stick it in me? Tell me if you really want to give me a fuck. You will be only the second man to do that to me. My cunt is as tight as it was when I was a virgin."
"Yes, Midge, you beautiful thing. I want to get my stiff prick in your tight little cunt and fuck you, but first, I want to see you all over, I want to feel you and play with you."
As he panted the words, he unhooked her bra with fumbling fingers, then took it off and gave a broken groan at the sight of her luscious, nude breasts.
He grabbed at them, rubbed them a little roughly, then he was sucking one as she squirmed and sighed, telling him how well he was sucking and how horny it was making her. The man sucked both her breasts and stared in awe at her big, hard nipples, then he bent and was stripping her panties down as she swayed and sighed, her body jerking with wild arousal which was a match for that which rocked his body and made his knees weak.
Midge raised her lovely legs high to step out of her panties, he held her by the arms as he feasted his eyes on the sight of her flawless, Dresden doll body, then he turned her slowly around to stare at the lush beauty of her smooth back, perfectly rounded buttocks and magnificent thighs. He turned her around to face him again and she moved into his embrace and held him tightly, rubbing hotly against her bare belly.
They got onto the couch and he began playing with her as she squirmed and made sure he was able to reach everything he wanted. She hoped he would want to suck her twat, but he seemed content to feel it, his hand rubbing it hotly while he restricted his kissing to her mouth and breasts.
"He isn't much of a lover," Carla commented as she and Hugo watched the scene, marvelling at the way Midge was performing.
"He's typical of a class," Hugo told her. "All his life he's been too busy getting to the top to take time to learn how to be a man and a lover. That sort of thing doesn't win votes."
"Will he consider it worth it? When it's all over I mean."
"No. His kind of a man had his sights set on the White House. It took him too long to make Governor, and on the way, he showed that that was the limit of his talent. He's just a run of the mill governor, a political hack. Soon, a younger, smoother man will come along and take even that from him. He'll be finished then. He'll still be allowed to be a back room man, but nothing more. It's sad in a way."
"I've never thought of feeling sad for a governor before," Carla told him, "but the way you put it, he's a very pitiful man. There's nothing for him to look forward to, he's had too much and yet he never made it to where he wanted to be."
"Right. A fireman or a tradesman or a clerk does his job, forgets about the early ambitions and waits for his pension. He can look forward to what will be exciting for him, fishing, going to some crummy beach in Florida, maybe buying a trailer and just travelling. What's ahead is always better and more exciting."
But at the moment, the governor would not have shared their view. Midge lay on her back, panting, her legs opened wide and what was just ahead for him looked very exciting indeed. As he mounted her, he gave a groan and fumbled in her crotch. He found the moist slit and emitted a series of grunts as he pushed his organ into it.
Midge held him warmly, he stroked for only a short time, then his buttocks were twitching as he pumped his semen into her churning vagina and she used her strong vaginal muscles to suck him until he groaned and had to pull his spent organ out as he collapsed onto her.
CHAPTER NINE
Hugo was forced to postpone his exciting evening with Carla and Midge when a delegation representing the owners he had been attacking with vigor, wanted a meeting with him.
They were a sorry looking lot, he thought as they sat around a table in his newspaper suite. He had hit them hard where they lived, in their wallets, and they showed it in the bitterness which showed clearly through what they thought were composed expressions.
He knew their spokesman, vaguely, as well as he wanted to know him. The man was then in his late fifties. He had graduated as a lawyer long before, but without any of the dreams which can make a lawyer a champion of the oppressed and the downtrodden, a defender of the judicial system and of society.
Early in his career, he had discovered how much money could be made in second mortages. At first, he used other people's money, manipulating it and allowing some of it to ooze off onto him. In time, he had enough money of his own to go it alone.
Hugo knew the type well. Let a poor man be even a day late with his payment and he faced the alternatives of foreclosure or heavy interest penalties. There was no sympathy. To him, Hugo thought, sympathy was a word in the dictionary, a word located between shit and syphillis. He wondered why the legal profession kept such men on the rolls since they were, in his opinion, far less respectable than the ambulance chasers who at least practiced law, not usury and legal banditry at the expense of the helpless and the desperate.
He listened to their case which turned out to be no case at all, but merely a rehash of their previous whining that they were being picked on, that they provided housing to the poor who would have no place to live without the slums. He heard the same old story about how the people who lived there deserved no better, that if the houses were repaired them would soon destroy them again because they didn't care, didn't want or deserve anything better.
Hugo allowed them to talk themselves out, then he delivered the kind of editorial he liked best, one that would never be printed and so allowed him to use any and all words he liked to tell them just what he thought of them and of their arguments, of their lust for money wrung from the bodies of the helpless and the hopeless. When he was finished, he warned them that he was just beginning to fight and that he was out to destroy them as they destroyed others.
After that, he didn't quite throw them out of his office, but he permitted them to cringe out, tails between their legs, angry and frustrated that they could not stop him, but even more, terrified that this troublemaker threatened their easy way of making a lot of money.
Alone in his office, Hugo seethed with anger and contempt. He started to write an editorial, then saw that he was too angry to compose anything readable in a family newspaper, so he closed up the office and went to the club.
Although it was only nine o'clock, The Club was hopping. Seeing that the main floor was jammed and realizing that he felt less than charming, he warned himself that he should avoid it and wait for another evening to charm the public.
On the second floor, the members only dining room, bar and lounge, he found a quieter atmosphere and sensed it would be just right to help him unwind. There were a few men gathered around the bar and he joined them for a chat about nothing in particular. They gave him a chance to talk about his slum campaign, but he carefully let is pass.
When one of them challenged him to a game of gin at ten cents a point, he accepted. Normally a good player, Hugo was untouchable. All the right cards came, he held the right ones, drew the right ones and kept catching the ones he needed to gin.
At the end, his dazed opponent who had given him tough competition in previous games, had been schnidered in two games and dropped a little over a hundred and thirty dollars. Sensing that a second game would work out much the same, he didn't ask for a return go.
The game relaxed Hugo completely, much as a well played game of chess always did, and he felt at peace with the world as he took his opponent's check and went up to the third floor to check the scene there and see who was around.
He had been primed for the session with Carla and Midge that evening, resented having called it off for the fruitless meeting with the property owners group, and he felt a vague gnawing in his loins which would not go away, he knew, until he did something to make it do so.
For a moment, he was surprised at not finding Midge in the lounge, then he recalled that when he had called off their private party, she and Carla had decided to make a night of it, planning their special party in further detail and going on from there to have a little party of their own.
He thought of crashing it since the night was still young, then decided against it. There was a do-it-yourself bar in the lounge, so he found a bottle of Canadian Club and did it himself.
When he spotted a group of three beautiful, off duty waitresses chatting animatedly, he decided to join them, chat for a while, then take one to his penthouse, but before he could do so, another one came into the lounge and he changed his plans.
Her name was Henrietta, but she was known to all who knew her as Horny Henny. It was her frequent boast that there was nothing on earth she wouldn't do with any man or woman in the world and she earned fabulous tips proving her point. It was unusual for her to be around the lounge for more than a few minutes before someone claimed her, so Hugo made a snap decision and called her to join him before someone else grabbed her off.
"Ah, my lucky night," she greeted him as she came to stand beside him. "His majesty deigns to speak to me. How are things among the millionaires?"
"Ask yourself," he replied, "you're the only one I know who makes more out of this place than I do."
"That's only because I can't be with you, lover man. Since I can't have you all to myself, I've set out to destroy myself through sexual abandon. So I pick up a couple of bucks along the way, what the hell."
When she laughed, Hugo laughed with her and saw that her edge of bitterness was gone and that she would be in her usual fun mood. He poured her a drink and they went to sit on a couch in a quiet corner.
"Is it just going to be a drink?" she asked, a hint of tension in her tone.
"Not unless you want it to be," he told her.
She responded with a sigh which told him that the sparring was really over and that she was ready to be her old self, Horny Henny at her best. For a man who wanted nothing more than to wallow in sexual abandon, he told himself, there could be no better partner.
"Tell me about yourself,," he said. "What have you been doing lately? What new sex records have you set?"
"I haven't been doing much in the way of business," she told him, "but man have I been busy. I found the sweetest little chick. She's blonde, nineteen and looks about fifteen, has the face of an angel and is the most perfect masochist I've ever met."
"Sounds great. A partner who likes to have her little fanny tanned should be happy with you."
"Are you kidding? You're talking about spanking, but that's too tame for this little angel. She likes the works. She really digs the bondage and torture bit and I keep her tied up for hours. Her first few beatings were with things like a riding crop, switch and a birch, but that became too tame for her. She went down on her knees and begged for more."
"Jesus, I'll bet she got it, knowing you as I do."
"You better believe it. I graduated her all the way to rubber and leather. The first taste of it I gave her, I took her to the basement, stripped her, tied her hands over her head and really made her dance. I used a short martinet with rubber thongs. Jesus how she danced while I lashed her arse, hips and thighs."
"And she liked it as much as you did?" Hugo asked.
"More. She screamed so much I was afraid the cops would storm the place, so I had to gag her."
"You wouldn't settle for just a normal gag, Henny, how did you do it?"
"Oh, nothing special. I took my panties off, took hers and made a ball out of the two of them. It seemed too dry to stick in her mouth that way, so I let her watch me piss on the ball, then, while it was still dripping I shoved it into her mouth. She had to drink piss fast to keep from choking, then I went back to work on her with the martinet. Jesus, from her knees to her waist, she looked like a road map. I made the tips of the thongs bite between her thighs, right up close to her cunt, and gave her a few strokes over the fronts of her thighs and her belly. When I finally cut her down and took her in my arms, she must have cried for an hour, at least. After that, we ate cunt all night."
"Christ, Henny, you're going to kill somebody one of these days."
"No way, Hugo, I'm a pro as a sadist. It's the dumb, fumbling amateurs who fuck things up. Now she likes to get it with a buggy whip. I can flick that lovely little instrument up her crotch and draw a red line within an inch of her cunt and be sure it won't be any closer then that. From behind, I can bring the whip down between the cheeks of her arse and be positive that it will only cut the side of her crack without touching her hole."
"Is she satisfied with the buggy whip?" Hugo asked, his penis twitching in excitement at the thought of the young beauty with such a taste for pain.
"She is for the time being. She had to have blood before she could be satisfied. It's such a shame to lash that beautiful body and make it bleed, but that's what I had to do to hold her. I can't stand the sight of her back and arse right now, it's such a mess. I left her tied up in the basement and I won't look at her until sometime tomorrow."
"What will you do then?"
"Oh, I'll slap her around a bit, threaten to kill her, make her eat my cunt and tongue my arsehole for a while, then I'll squat over her and piss all over her. You know, just generally cheer her up and make her happy after her long night tied up in the basement."
"You're all heart, Henny," Hugo told her with a grin. "Come on, let's go up to the apartment before you make me go off in my pants."
Laughing, they pushed their glasses away and left the lounge.
CHAPTER TEN
Hugo and Carla left the office early and went to the penthouse. They chatted over a drink, discussing plans for their game with Midge, then they went to shower together where, in addition to showering, they played gaily but ensured that Hugo saved his vitality for the evening.
While they played, he lathered her buttocks and fondled them with one hand while he slipped a finger into her slit and began to diddle her. She giggled, pretending to try to escape, then as the finger went to her clitoris and began stroking it, Carla stopped giggling and made no pretense at escape as Hugo went on stroking.
When she panted and groaned into orgasm, lovely buttocks, slippery with rich lather, squirmed in his hands until Hugo came very close to forgetting about saving himself for later. He rinsed her off and the two agreed that they had better leave the shower and get into clothes, in the interests of being ready to play when Midge arrived. Carla dressed completely, including garter belt and nylons, while Hugo opted for nothing but a black Oriental silk robe with gold trim.
"You look like a rich and randy Eastern potentate," Carl told him as she looked him over.
"If I keep messing around with you and Midge," he replied, "I'll be some kind of an impotentate."
"Do you feel in the mood to be a stern mother?" Hugo asked as they went to the bar and he poured I a couple of drinks. "I must say, you have the stern for it."
"Thank you, smart ass," she laughed. "I have been in that kind of a mood for days now. Let me assure you, our instant daughter is going to squirm before this evening is over. I know she's ready to turn in a magnificent performance too, she's so anxious, she can't talk or think of anything else."
"Wonderful. I'm ready to play Daddy, but I'll want you to pretty much run the show. Call on me ; when you think it appropriate, but I'll be content to be a spectator much of the time."
"Mmmm, that suits me fine, darling. Of course you will be prepared to indulge in a spot of incest from time to time, I trust."
"Trust, baby, trust. After all, if we love our beautiful daughter enough to spank her beautiful bum, then we must love her enough to suck her cunt and to give her a decent fucking."
"Decent nothing," Carla laughed, "the way you fuck is absolutely indecent."
"True, true," he replied, "when I've got it half way in, it's in, but when I'm all the way in, it's in decent."
They were still laughing when the bell rang to tell them that their instant daughter had arrived. Hugo pushed the button to open the private elevator for her, and Carla went to the outer door to admit her.
When she reached the apartment, Midge threw herself into Carla's arms and they hugged with passion, then she went to Hugo who crushed her as he kissed her mouth. He felt his organ rising strongly as they embraced, and felt her eager body press and rub against it.
"Enough of that," Carla said as she pulled the girl away from him. "We're going to get out of here before we get fucked. When I come back, darling," she told Hugo, "I'll have our daughter with us. I hope you'll be all ready to receive her."
"I'll be ready," he answered, quietly, and pulled his robe open to reveal his rampent penis which showed the women that he was already more than prepared to do his part.
As the women left the room, Hugo returned to the bar and picked up his unfinished drink. The waiting, he knew, was going to be tough, so he sipped at the drink slowly. Carla had only assured him that she had selected an appropriate wardrobe for the girl, but had not told him just what it was. It gave him something to think about while he waited and what he thought kept his penis stiff and twitching.
Hugo had just finished converting the wide couch into a wider bed when he heard Carla call to tell him they were ready and on their way. As he stood, he pulled 'the sash of his robe tighter and he felt his organ throb again.
Carla and Midge walked into the room hand in hand. Carla surprised him by wearing a shining black latex corselette, from which suspenders held sheer, black nylons in an exciting caress of her white thighs. Black, high heeled shoes and elbow length black kid gloves completed her costume. And then his gaze turned from her to Midge who seemed to have lost three or four of her eighteen years in a dramatic transformation.
Her shining black hair had been pulled into a very simple pony tail and was tied with a red ribbon. There was not a trace of makeup on her face which neither smiled or frowned, but remained completely impassive.
She wore a white blouse with a sailor collar which added a very childish effect, and a navy blue middy skirt with braces over her shoulders. The skirt was cut short so that it ended well above her nicely rounded knees which were covered by black stockings, held taut with red elastic garters midway up her thighs.
Midge did not wear a bra, so that her mature breasts bulged through the thin fabric of the blouse. The size of her breasts belied her pretended age, but Hugo didn't mind that at all. Midge breathed deeply to keep her big breasts rising and falling, making the simple blouse do very erotic things before the man's eyes.
The only other garment she wore, although Hugo was not able to see it at the time, was a pair of pink rubber pants which clung so tightly to her body that minutes after she had struggled into them with Carla's help, Midge felt perspiration forming. When her panties were lowered, she knew, her buttocks would be wet and sticky and very sensitive to spanking, spanking which she knew would come and which she wanted desperately, just as she want-ed the acts which would follow the spanking.
"You look beautiful, both of you," Hugo told them, "but Carla, dear, you looked perturbed. Has our pretty daughter been up to something? I must say, she wears a rather guilty expression."
"Well she might, darling. I hate to burden you with this, but I've just made some shocking discoveries about Midge and I fear we have to discuss them, the three of us."
"Of course, darling," he agreed with sincerity. "You know I want to share the responsibility for her development. A girl of fourteen needs two parents to aid her in her development. Shall we sit here on the bed and discuss the problem?"
"You and I shall, Hugo, but this naughty girl is going to stand right here where we can see her. From what I've learned this evening, I see we can't allow her out of our sight."
Hugo and the woman sat on the bed while Midge stood before them, her head bowed, her lush breasts rising and falling. Her eyes were wet and J Hugo expected to see her break out crying at any moment. Her acting ability had impressed him before, but he sensed she was going to achieve a new high in the performance which was then underway, j
"Midge," Carla said in a stern tone, "let me see if your garters are properly fastened."
"Oh mother, must I show my thighs in front of Daddy?" the girl asked in a childish tone, looking j most uncomfortable.
"You will do as you are told, Midge. In view of what I have learned about your conduct of late, I see no reason why you should be afraid to allow your dear father to see your thighs. Before I finish punishing you this evening, he is going to see much more of you, believe me."
Sobbing lightly, Midge raised the hem of her skirt to display the red garter near the top of her stocking on her left leg.
"Both garters," the woman snapped, fire and ice in her tone.
With another strangled sob, the girl pulled the hem of her dress up with both hands and held it so that Hugo saw the smooth skin of her thighs above her contrasting black stockings.
"Now, Midge," the woman continued in the same, commanding tone, "you will pull your skirt right up to your waist and show your father the special panties I gave you to wear."
Midge made another futile protest, then, blushing, she pulled her skirt all the way up and Hugo emitted a little groan at the sight of her in the rubber panties which clung as tightly as skin, showing clearly the rounded bulge of her mons veneris. On command, she turned and bent a little from the waist to allow him to see how the garment outlined the beauty of her firm buttocks.
"Later, darling," Carla told Hugo, "you will understand why she is wearing rubber panties. For now though, I want you to feel how tightly they confine her. It was quite a task pulling them up over her chubby bum cheeks. Go Ahead, dear, feel how tightly her rubber pants fit our little baby."
On command, Midge came to him and he ran his hands over the seat of the smooth, exciting garment. He fondled avidly and ran one hand over her right hip and around to feel her tummy and mons veneris through the rubber skin.
"Midge," Carla commanded, "move your feet wide apart so that Daddy can feel how your rubber pants fit in your crotch. Wider, there, that's it, now hold it right there."
With one hand holding her rubber sheathed seat, Hugo slowly moved his other hand into her crotch and rubbed gently, then pressed more firmly. It was, he decided, even more exciting than rubbing a bare vulva as his hand slipped easily over the rubber which conducted the intense heat which had built up in her crotch.
"They must be very warm," he commented as he looked at Carla, "fitting as tightly as they do."
"Yes, dear, they are. I'm sure her buttocks and crotch are already soaked with sweat. Later, she is going to be thoroughly spanked and maybe even strapped. The rubber panties were intended to make and keep her hot and sweaty. That will, in effect, tenderize her bum cheeks so that when she is spanked, it will sting terribly. Our bad girl is going to shed many tears before this evening is over. I intend that her punishment will be so exquisite that she will remember it for a long time, even forever, perhaps."
"Your severity surprises me, Carla," Hugo told her, still fondling the seat and crotch of the rubber panties, "and yet I know you are always fair. Please tell me what this is all about." Taking his hands off Midge's panties, he turned to face Carla and trembled at the raw lust he saw on her face.
"I hate to have to tell you this, darling, but it seems that our innocent fourteen year-old daughter is not nearly as innocent as we have been led to believe."
"Oh no," Hugo gasped. "You mean she has lost her virginity?"
"No, thank heaven, not yet at any rate. I used my finger to find that her maidenhead is still intact, but that, I fear, is about all that can be said for her."
"Please, dear, tell me what this is all about."
"Well, Hugo, it seems that she has found some very interesting playmates. Listen to this note I found in her room. It was written by Helen, you know her. No, you read it for yourself."
That he was able to recognize Carla's writing on the note, made no difference to Hugo as he read it aloud.
"Dear hot panties Midge: Hurry up and find a chance for us to get together for another game. I can still taste your cunt in my mouth. I haven't brushed my teeth since I sucked you off Tuesday. I'm dying to feel you bare naked while we hug and kiss and suck tits and do everything else before we suck cunts again. Of course. Tommy wants to come along with me so he can play too, but I'd rather it be just the two of us. After all, who needs a silly prick when there are two hot cunts in bed?
Sniff this note. When I finish writing it, I'm going to finger my cunt and rub my juice all over it. I hope you can get a whiff of my pussy and it makes you anxious to sniff the real thing, not to mention, suck it.
Christ, I'm so horny thinking of you that I'm going to take Tommy down the basement and let him suck me off. If I get any hornier, I may even take his stiff cock out and let him stick it up my cunt, or at least up my bum hole as he keeps wanting to do. I wish I had a longer neck and tongue so I could suck my own cunt, but more than that, I wish you were here in my bed with me so I could suck yours again.
Sweet Sucking Love Helen
(the tongue to Midge the cunt) "My God, Carla," Hugo gasped, his penis throbbing so that he feared it was going to explode. "This just can't be. Not Midge, she couldn't possibly do things like this. She's our sweet little girl."
"Little girl is she, darling?" Carla asked, her brows arching. "Pull her skirt up and have another feel of how her bum cheeks stretch those rubber pants. Shove your hand in her crotch again and feel the heat from her cunt. Do little girls' cunts get that hot? If that does not convince you, take a look at the tits she packs into that blouse. Have you ever seen a little girl with a pair of boobs that big?"
"Now that you mention it dear, her breasts are big for such a young girl. I think I'd like to see them.
As her father, I'm entitled, I'm sure."
"Of course you are, dear," Carla replied, then told Midge to unbutton her blouse and pull it open.
"Oh Mother, please, don't make me do that. I can't."
"You can and you will. You don't hesitate to show your big tits to Helen and her brother, I see," Carla told her. "You will show them to your father and do it now. Don't add to the punishment you are already in for."
Sobbing most effectively, Midge fumbled at the buttons of her blouse until they were all open, the cleavage of breasts already visible.
"Pull it wide open and let your big tits show," Carla commanded and Midge, trembling, did so. With a gasp, Hugo stared as though he had never seen her breasts before. In her girlish costume, they were startlingly big and jutted boldly.
"My God, Carla, what lovely big tits our daughter has, and they look so firm," Hugo said as he got up and reached for them.
"Oh Daddy, don't ... you shouldn't ... not my bare tits ...?" Midge protested, squirming.
"Quiet, Midge or I'll slap them," he told her as his fingers elongated and hardened her nipples. "Did you ever have your tits slapped?"
Hugo fondled her breasts a while longer, then, exchanging glances with Carla, he went to the bar with her, leaving the girl standing with her breasts bared, her hands holding herskirt above her panties.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"Well darling, how are we doing so far?" Carla asked as they stood at the bar, Hugo unable to take his eyes off Midge.
"Christ, it's not to be believed. I had to get away from her for a minutes or I'd have torn her pants off and raped her."
"I'm glad you didn't, darling. We can make the game go on for a long time yet. She's enjoying this as much as we are. Think of how she must be working up a sweat in those rubber pants."
"That was an inspired idea, darling. They cling like skin to that magnificent arse. You're going to have trouble peeling them down to spank her."
"Yes, dear, but such exciting trouble. I'll give her a spanking with them on, then take them down. You may do the spanking if you wish, of course."
"Perhaps later. You spank her first. What you two are staging is the most exciting show I've seen and I've seen plenty, staged by real pros."
"Thank you, darling. Shall we return for act two?"
"By all means," Hugo told her, putting his drink on the bar. Before they returned to the girl, he took Carla in his arms. While they kissed passionately, he fondled her buttocks through the latex corselette and felt her squirming against him until he was forced to release her for fear that he would ejaculate. That was something he wanted to save for later.
"Now then, Midge," Carla said as they returned to the girl, "you are going to tell us in detail what you have been doing with Helen and her brother. If I feel you are not telling the truth or are holding anything back, you will not be merely spanked, you will get a whipping all over your bare arse and thighs. Is that clear?"
"Y ... yes, Mother," Midge sobbed, most convincingly.
"Start right at the beginning, Midge," Carla said. "Tell us how it happened the first time."
"We ... we were in my room one day after school. We were just fooling around, tickling and that sort of thing, then she started getting all worked up. She felt between my legs and it got me excited. Then I felt her crotch.
"She took off all her clothes and I was so excited that when she told me to take mine off, I did it. Then she started feeling me all over and talking about things I never even heard about. I tried to stop, but I was so horny I couldn't.
"Helen played with my tits and I played with hers, then she began sucking mine. After that, she made me suck hers."
"Did you enjoy sucking her tits, Midge?" Hugo asked.
"Yes, Daddy, I couldn't help it. Her tits were so smooth and felt so good in my mouth."
"I understand that, dear," he told her, gently, "I enjoy sucking your mother's tits. Now go on with your story."
"Yes, Daddy. Well, after that, she began to feel my ... you know ... my cunt. I told her we should stop it, but she just smiled and rubbed a little more, then she slipped a finger up my slit and began stroking my hard little clitty. I couldn't stop then. I wanted her to make me come."
"And did she?" Carla asked.
"Not just then. She told me to lie down and said she'd lap my cunt. I wasn't sure what she meant until I saw face coming into my crotch. She was licking her lips and then I felt her mouth right on my hot cunt. It made me scream, and then she started licking. Her tongue went right inside my slit and she lapped me until I came."
"What happened after that?" Carla wanted to know.
"Well, she wanted me to suck her cunt. I was afraid and didn't want to, but she made me do it.
I guess I kind of liked it, once I started, so I lapped her hot cunt unil she had a come."
"Keep talking, Midge. How did her brother get into the act?"
"Well, we went down on each other every chance we got. One day her brother sneaked into her room and caught us bare naked with Helen lapping me. He said he'd tell her parents unless we let him play."
"What do you mean by play?" Carla demanded.
"Oh, you know, he wanted to feel our tits and bums and cunts and everything. After a while, he took his clothes off and showed us his hard prick. Helen and I sucked each other's cunts while he sat watching and feeling us up, then he sucked both of us.
"After that, he wanted his cock sucked. Since she had sucked him off before, Helen offered to do it. He stuck his cock right in her mouth and she sucked on it. After a little while, she opened her mouth and I could see his cream shooting right in her mouth. She sucked until he took his cock away from her. It was all soft and wet looking."
"And did you ever suck his cock?" Carla demanded.
"Yes. After that, the three of us got together a lot and always sucked each other. I never let him get his cock up my cunt though, but he's getting much more demanding about it. The last time we played, I really thought I was going to get it. He wanted Helen to get me down on the bed and hold me while he fucked me."
"What happened." Carla asked.
"She refused, but it looked like she was going to do it for a while. She told him maybe next time."
There were more questions and answers, then Carla told the girl she was going to commence her punishment. On command, Midge tearfully removed her blouse so that she was naked to the waist, her lush breasts swaying.
"Midge," the woman said, "I want you to kneel and promise your Daddy that you will not do such a sinful, wicked thing again. Get down on your knees at once."
Midge did so, her breasts bouncing as she knelt between Hugo's knees. While he talked to her in his most fatherly tone about the dangers of sex and the evil of sin, he played with her jutting breasts and his penis throbbed strongly. His robe had fallen open so that she could see the rampant organ which helped make her performance easier for her and more exciting for Hugo and Carla.
"Oh Daddy," she sobbed, "your robe is open and I can see your great big cock. What makes it so hard, Daddy?"
"I made it get hard to frighten you, dear and to give you a warning. Here take a good look at it," he went on, pulling his robe wider. "The next time you are tempted to sin, to give way to the evils of the flesh, you think about this big, strong cock. Think of it driving up your little cunt, stretching it and making you scream with the pain of it. Now bend and kiss it so you will be sure to remember it. That's it, again ... again ... now take that big head right in your mouth ... there ... that's it ... that's it ... now let it go before I shoot in your mouth. Aaahhhhh, yes my dear. Let that be a reminder to you. Now get up, I think your mother is ready to begin your punishment."
As she stood, her breasts in motion, Hugo caught her by a thigh and ran both his hands up under her skirt to fondle her rubber clad bottom. As he rubbed the firm cheeks, he told her how much a spanking would sting with her mother's gloved hand slapping at her nether cheeks which were so confined by the rubber.
"Go to Mummy for your spanking now, dear. She will give your bum a good smacking and I'll watch."
Sobbing, Midge went to the woman who drew up a chair close to the bed. Sitting, Carla rubbed both gloved hands along her thighs as she looked at Hugo, passion dancing in her eyes, then ordered the girl to take her skirt off.
Midge obeyed, then stood clad only in the rubber panties, dark stockings and red garters, as thrilling a sight as Hugo had ever seen. Carla paused to stare, her body trembling with arousal, then told the girl to lie across her thighs for the first portion of her spanking.
Sobbing touchingly, Midge lay across the warm thighs, rubbing much more than necessary over them as she assumed the classic spanking position, her chubby behind so thrillingly encased in the thin rubberized fabric.
Carla rested her right hand on the girl's plump bottom, rubbed and squeezed a little, then began the spanking. Midge cried from the first slap, her body squirming and rubbing as Carla's gloved hand went on rising and falling, moving from cheek to cheek.
Hugo had always loved the sounds of spanking no matter how it was being administered or to whom, but this time it was more thrilling than it had ever been for him. He knew the girl's cheeks were taking on a hot, red glow, and there was an excitement in not being able to see it.
The sounds of crying and of leather gloved hand slapping rubber encased buttocks rang through the room for a long time before Carla finally stopped spanking. When she did, she held the crying girl on her lap and fondled her hot behind. Hugo came to help her, and he thrilled to the smooth warmth under his hands.
"Did your spanking sting through your rubber pants?" Carla asked.
"Oh Mummy," Midge sobbed, "it was terrible. It stung like my bum was on fire. It still feels like it is."
"I'm pleased to hear that dear. I intend that you should be severely punished. I'm going to take your panties down and give you another spanking and make your bum burn some more."
"Oh Mummy, no more, please, my bum is too hot."
"Yes, dear, Mummy must do it to punish you for your sin and to help you save your soul. Your bare ass will feel the fires of hell and cleanse you and make your soul pure again. Get up now dear and get ready for your second spanking."
Sobbing, her lovely breasts bouncing, the girl got to her feet and at once rubbed her seat as both hands savored the delicious heat there. Carla bent beside her and began stripping the wet rubber pants down over her hot, sweating buttocks.
Midge had been positioned so that her rear was arched toward Hugo who sat perspiring, his hard rod in his hand as he strained to avoid ejaculating. A series of groans broke from his throat as the tight rubber pants were slowly peeled down over the plump, red behind of the sobbing girl.
"There now, Midge," Carla panted as she rubbed the tingling red globes, "go to your Daddy and let him feel your bum cheeks so he will know how well you have been spanked."
Obediently, Midge went to the man who released his throbbing organ and put both hands on her nether cheeks, rubbing and squeezing with an erotic, loving touch. He played with her buttocks for a long time, until he heard Carla announce that it was time for Midge's second bout of punishment.
"Would you like to take our daughter over your lap and give her hot bum another spanking, dear?" she asked him.
"Thank you dear. It seems a shame to inflict more pain on the poor little girl, but I suppose I must. It is my duty, after all. Come, Midge dear, Daddy will do it for you as soon as he takes his robe off. I fear it is going to hurt your pretty bum terribly, but there is no alternative."
Getting up, he threw his robe off and went to take up his position on the chair Carla had vacated. He sat, his rampant organ twitching, and called the girl to him. Sobbing and pleading to be spared a second spanking, Midge went to him and draped her lovely body across his strong thighs. He played with her buttocks for a little while, then he gripped her and began spanking.
Knowing that Midge could take it, he slapped with fiery sting, making her cry more loudly with each slap as the red color Carla had spanked into the hot rounds took on a darker shade while her cries and the steady slap slapping of open hand on naked buttocks rang out loudly in accompaniment to her pitiful crying until, slapping one final time, he squeezed the abused cheek and told the girl he was finished spanking her.
When Midge, crying loudly, tears running down her face to trickle onto her breasts, got to her feet, the two adults bent to examine and fondle her behind. Not content with that, Hugo explored her crotch and as his hand rubbed, he announced that her vulva was every bit as hot as her buttocks. When he took his hand off her vulva, Carla put hers there and confirmed his opinion.
"I'm very proud of you, Hugo," Carla told him and went on fondling the girl. "There are few fathers who care enough about their daughters to do what you did."
"Thank you, dear," he smiled. "I did it for that reason, because I care very much for our darling girl. I can only hope Midge appreciates my feeling for her."
"Oh yes, Daddy, I do. I love you and Mummy very much, so much that I can feel all my love burning hot in my bum cheeks and in virginal little cunt. Let me show you how much I love you, Mummy and daddy."
CHAPTER TWELVE
Her rubber pants stretched across her thighs, her lovely behind glowing, Midge was allowed to go to the bar with her make believe parents. Hugo poured drinks and they toasted their happy, loving family life.
"Our daughter took her punishment well, Carla," Hugo commented. "Those beautiful bum cheeks must be tingling a lot."
"Oh yes, Daddy, they are, but it's the feeling of love, so I enjoy it."
"I can understand that, dear," Carla told her. "After your daddy spanks my bare arse, it tingles a lot, but I love it. After each spanking, he wants to prove that he loves me, even though he has to punish me, so he sucks my tits and my cunt and then gives me a lovely fuck with his big cock. While he fucks me and my bum cheeks are hot and tingling, it feels like heaven."
"Ooh, I would love to see Daddy spanking your bare bum, Mummy. It must be big and smooth. Do you cry and kick your legs when you get your bare bum spanked?"
"You bet I do. Your Daddy is a very efficient spanker. You know, I think this experience has brought us so much closer together as a family, that in future, when Daddy is going to so spank my bum, you will be invited to watch. What do you think, Hugo?"
"An excellent idea, my dear. No more privacy. Besides, our daughter must learn all about life and sex, so it will be good for her to watch not just your spankings, but the way I lap your cunt and fuck you as well. I don't suppose she has ever seen fucking."
"Oh Daddy, you're wonderful," Midge squealed as she threw her arms around him and hugged him, strongly, her smooth tummy rubbing in his organ. "You too, Mummy. I love the two of you so much."
"And I love you, dear," Carla assured Midge. "In fact, I love you so much that very soon I'll do something naughty so that Daddy will spank me. Would you like that?"
"Oh Mummy, yes. Oooh, it's so exciting and I'm so hot. I have to pee. Excuse me, I'll be right back."
"No you won't, dear, because you're not going anywhere. You wouldn't want to interrupt our nice conversation, would you?"
"Oh no, Mummy, but if I don't go, I'll pee myself."
"Is that so? Isnt it a good thing you're wearing rubber pants. That's why babies wear them, so if they pee, they don't get things all wet. The rubber holds the pee in."
Both Midge and Hugo looked excitedly at Carla as they realized what she meant. Smiling, she bent and began tugging the tight fitting pants up over Midge's bottom again. This time, she did not pull the crotch tightly against her vulva but left some space there.
"You see," she explained, "if your pants were too tight, you wouldn't be able to force your pee out. This way, there will be room enough to start. Once you have begun and have a good pressure built up, then the pressure will force the rest out and make your panties expand to take it. There now," she went on, feeling a little slack in the girl's crotch, "you're ready to do pee pee in your little panties. Don't start yet, though, hold it back as long as you can, it will be better that way."
As Midge allowed the pressure to build, Hugo and Carla fondled her body and kept her squirming hotly until she panted that she could hold on any longer.
"Hugo, hold me," she groaned, "hold me while I pee my pants."
He wrapped his arms around her and held her close, his stiff organ throbbing against her. Bending, Carla pushed a hand into the girl's crotch.
"Now," Midge panted, "I'm peeing. Ooh, it's hot ... my pants are holding the pee against me. Ooh, it's just oozing out now. Ooh it's so tight, I don't want to stop, I want to keep on pissing my pants forever."
Carla held the crotch of the girl's clinging pants, feeling the loose space quickly fill with warm urine and making the fabric stretch to contain the growing fluid load. And then, with a deep sigh, Midge announced the termination of her warm flow.
"Oh Carla," she groaned, "I never dreamed that peeing could be so exciting."
"It can, dear, in many ways," the woman told Midge. "It was exciting that way, it's very exciting when a man holds a bottle in your crotch while you warm his hands with your hissing piss, and it's beautifully thrilling to have a naked man lying or crouching under you while you bathe his body with your piss or shoot it into his wide open mouth and make him drink every drop."
"Oh my God, Carla," the girl groaned, "you two are so exciting. Every time I'm with you, it gets better."
Hugo took over from Carla then and rubbed at warm rubber pants, pushing from the crotch so that the warm fluid was forced around her body, bathing all that was contained in her pants.
"Ooh ... uh ... I can feel it pushing up my crack," Midge panted. "Oh Jesus, you've got all my bum and belly wet with my warm piss. The pressure on my cunt is so beautiful it almost makes me come."
"You will come, soon darling, very soon," Carla told her. "Come now, we'll go to the bathroom and relieve you of your precious cargo."
"I want to keep it, Carla. It feels so good."
"You'll do it again another time, dear and you may keep it as long as you like then. Your daddy and I have agreed that now that you have been punished for your seuxal naughtiness, we must educate you in sex."
With Hugo following, Carla took the girl to the bathroom and had her stand in the tub after she had removed her stockings and garters. The man and woman watched intently as the girl strained to tug her pants down, working them over her buttocks until there was a trickle, then a rush of urine turnbling from the rubber pants and spashing down her lovely legs.
Excitedly, Hugo ran his hands over her warm, wet buttocks and pushed a hand into her crack which was very wet and excitingly warm.
"There, darling," Carla said as she helped the girl step out of her wet pants, "now that you've had a nice warm piss bath, I'll give you a more conventional one."
Turning the shower on and adjusting the temperature of the water, Carla picked up the soap and carefully washed the girl from her waist to her feet, then she rinsed and towelled her and led her naked back to the room where so much had already happened.
"Now then, dear," she said, "we shall begin your sex lesson. First though, I'll strip naked like you and Daddy."
"Oh yes, Mummy," Midge enthused, slipping back with ease into her little girl role, "I want to see you bare naked. I want to see your tits and your bum and everything. Will you even let me see your pretty cunt? I'll bet you have a lovely one."
"Yes, darling," Hugo told her as he drew her to him, his arms around her waist, his organ pressing on her back, "your mummy has a sweet cunt. She is a very beautiful woman all over. Look now, see her bit beautiful tits as she pulls her corselette down. There, aren't they something? They're wonderful to suck and fondle, as you'll find out later."
"Will I? Is Mummy going to let me suck her tits? Oh how wonderful that's going to be."
"Mummy will let you do more than that, Darling," Hugo told her, a hand rubbing over her mons veneris. "We are going to train you in body kissing and cunt lapping and everything there is about sex."
"Everything? Do you mean fucking as well?"
"That's right, angel," Carla told her as she forced the garment over her hips and down her legs, taking her nylons with it. "It seems that you are going to lose your cherry soon anyway, so it is only right that your Daddy look after it for you with his lovely big cock."
"But it's so big, Mummy, will it really fit in my tiny little cunt?"
"It will fit beautifully, darling. It will stretch your little slit and feel like it's filling your belly, right up to your tits. Here now," she went on as she turned her back to the girl, "have a look at my big arse and see how you like it. There, uh," she panted as, bending from the waist, she pushed the clinging garment down to bare her lovely behind to the girl.
Midge had become so completely the girl whose role she played so well, that it was as if she were looking at Carla's naked behind for the first time, as though she had never before seen a woman's bared buttocks.
"Oh Mummy, it's so big and beautiful," she panted. "Let me feel it, Mummy, please, let me rub my hands all over your beautiful bum."
Smiling warmly, Carla stood with the foundation garment forming a puddle around her feet while Midge squatted behind her and lovingly fondled her behind, using both hands and sighing deeply. After a while, Midge used both hands to part the big, white cheeks, then she surprised her mummy by pressing her lovely face between the silken rounds and kissing, lovingly as her hands held and rubbed silken smooth hips with a gentle, loving touch.
"Do you want to see how I gave Mummy a spanking?" Hugo asked.
"Oh yes," Midge cried with enthusiasm, "show me how you spank her beautiful bum. It's so big and her cheeks are so white and smooth. Let me watch as you spank her. You don't mind, do you, Mummy?"
"No, darling, not at all. To tell the truth it always excites me when Daddy spanks me. Often, when I really want a spanking, I do something naughty and make sure he finds out, then she scolds me and spanks my arse good and hard, the way he's going to do now."
Hugo went to sit on the spanking chair and then Carla was standing before him while he fondled plump buttocks and her soft warm crotch while he scolded.
And then she was squirming across his thighs as he fondled her buttocks, gave her another lecture on the importance of being a good girl, then began what turned out to be a long and a stinging spanking.
Watching her mummy having her big behind tanned, was so exciting for Midge that she slipped a hand in her crotch and began fingering her clitoris, her bare behind swaying and jerking in time to the sounds that were produced by Hugo's hand slapping the firm nether cheeks of the woman.
The spanking went on so long that before the end arrived, Midge was jerking and trembling in an orgasm while Hugo watched intently the jerking of her lovely, naked body and the wild swaying of her firm breasts.
When he finished spanking and took her off his lap, Hugo fondled the woman's buttocks lovingly and invited Midge to come and help him. She hurried to take advantage of the offer and, each taking a firm, hot buttock, man and girl massaged Carla excitingly.
"There now, dear, Mummy is ready for more now," Hugo told her as he straightened up and led the nude, trembling woman to the bed.
"What are you going to do to her now, Daddy?"
"I'm going to cheer her up with a nice hot cunt lapping, dear. Come along and watch, if you like."
Midge was very much the trembling little girl she pretended to be as she went to the bed with them. With no preliminaries at all, Hugo knelt and pressed his face into Carla's hot crotch. He sucked her for a while, then found her clitoris with his tongue and began lapping her. He had not been licking her hard, sensitive passion bud for long when she howled into a strong, delightful orgasm, her arms and legs flailing, her cries filling the room.
"Oh Daddy," Midge gurgled, "that was the most exciting thing I ever saw. You sucked her sweet, juicy pussy so beautifully. Gee, how I envy her."
"Do you darling?" Carla asked in a dreamy tone. "Then come lie on the bed and Daddy will suck your lovely little cunt. While he does it, Mummy will fondle and suck your beautiful tits to make you even hotter."
Trembling, Midge almost fell onto the bed, then her legs were raised and parted and Hugo pressed his face into her crotch. At the same moment, Carla bent over her, took one breast in her mouth and the other in her hand and began to suck and fondle. Under the delicious, dual assault, Midge groaned and writhed in an agony of ecstasy until, her back arching in passion, she jerked and cried into a shattering orgasm.
"Oh Daddy," she groaned as she recovered from the magnificent orgasm, "what a lovely cunt lapper you are. With Mummy sucking my tits at the same time it was just heaven."
"Would you like a little more heaven, darling?" Carla asked, her eyes shining.
"Oh yes, what do you mean, Mummy?"
"Well, your Daddy likes to watch two naked women eating cunt. Let's you and I have a double ender and let him watch. He'll get so excited watching us that I'm sure someone will gt rucked when we're finished."
Carla guided them into a loose embrace and each playfully licked the inner thighs and crotch of the other for a little while, then their embrace became much more passionate as mouths pressed down and the sound of wet, greedy sucking made the man tremble.
While he knelt beside them stealing feels all over their bodies and thighs, they lapped each other until first Carla, then Midge climaxed, their locked, wet, naked bodies writhing all over the bed as their groans and cries added to the heat of the room.
"You were right about somebody getting fucked," Hugo told them as they sat up, their eyes shining. "And that someone is going to be you, Midge. It's time for your daddy to ram his big cock up your tight little cunt and fuck your cherry away."
"No, Daddy, no," Midge cried out, "not with that great big cock. My poor little cunt is too small, it will break me in two."
Getting up, Midge made a pretense of running for her life, but Carla grabbed her and pulled her down on the bed again. What made the act more exciting for all of them was that it had not been planned that way. It was a spur of the moment thing, an erotic happening.
"When your Daddy wants to fuck you, he'll fuck you," Carla told her, then turned to the man who stood, erect organ in hand, his eyes blazing with lust as he stared down at the naked body of the helpless girl. "Get your big horse cock into the silly little virgin," she said, panting. "I'll hold her while you ram that strong cock up her cunt. Rape her darling, rape your daughter with my help."
Midge fought back with all her strength, but there was no way she could stop the man as he pried her warm, smooth thighs apart with a knee, forced her crotch wide open, then pressed down into it, his stiff organ strong and terrifying as it battered in her warm, wet crotch.
"Jesus, darling," he panted, "I can feel the tender little lips of her cunt on the head of my prick. I have the head right at her slit. Hold her still to get her fucking."
"Yes, lover, yes, ram it hard. Show her how a rape feels."
"There," he panted, "I've got the head partly . in her tight little slit. Ready now, I'm going to drive it home. Here it comes, daughter, take this bone up your little cunt."
He came down hard in her crotch and rammed his organ into the tightness of her, a tightness so real that she could indeed have been the virgin they all pretended her to be. With a second lunge, he drove the full length of his weapon into the wet sheath of her vagina, then rested, panting on her while Carla urged him on.
"Fuck the little virgin, darling," she hissed. "Let me hear that big cock squishing in and out of that sweet little slit. Yes, lover, that's the way to fuck your darling daughter. Ride that smooth little belly, make her know she's getting fucked. Give it to her ... give it to her."
All three had gone completely wild and filled the room with the sounds of panting, groaning and crying as Hugo rode her roughly, bruising and thrilling her until, with a few final strokes, he ground down in her crotch and crushed her as his body twitched and he pumped semen into her until Midge thought her belly was going to explode.
"Oh Jesus, Jesus," she groaned weakly, "we've set an all time record for hot, fucking excitement."
She received no argument at all.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Amazed and delighted at the heights of passion they had scaled together, the three sex conniseurs decided to try living together as a family unit for a while in the hope that they could recapture the thrill of that evening again and again.
And yet, for all the sexual excitement which was always waiting for them in the penthouse apartment, Hugo and Carla were always ready to return to the office and work hard, harder than anyone else in the organization.
Hugo was wise and patient enough not to expect instant miracles. Slum owners continued to resist, to fight back in any way they could. They exerted tremendous pressure on city hall, but that was met by a counter pressure exerted by Hugo through his influential newspaper.
Attention became state wide, then spread until the experiment he had forced on the city caught the attention of the nation.
Interviewed by national media, Hugo shrugged off personal glory, refusing to allow them to cost him in the role of a latter day Lincoln or a Christ as some tried to do.
Instead, he took advantage of the publicity to urge others to stir up the same kind of activity in cities and towns all over the nation, calling on newspaper, radio and television station owners to take the lead, urging the public to support them and contribute toward construction of a tidal wave of public concern which would sweep the slums out of every city, would restore millions of men, women and children to the ranks of dignified human beings, would erase the blots of past national mistakes and establish the nation once and for all as the greatest of all time.
"Can you imagine," Carla asked as she and Hugo relaxed at the bar in his suite after yet another interview, "how the public would react if they ever learned about your sex life?"
"I can indeed, darling and it saddens me," he told her. "It's a measure of our church oriented society that they would want to destroy not just Hugo Brandon the man, the wicked sinner, but they would turn on everything in which I believe. I am evil, therefore that which I espouse is evil and that being the case, that which I am against is good. The church attending slum owners would again become the real champions of society."
"I think I need another drink," she told him sadly as she pushed her glass toward him. "I'm afraid I understand what you're saying and I can't stand that. Pour me a double euphoria on the rocks, please."
Having given vent to his feelings, Hugo was able to laugh as he poured her drink and another for himself.
"I think we're due for another party, lover," she told him. "God knows you've earned it. Not just the three of us, but a great big wing dinging orgy with a lot of special acts."
"You're absolutely right, darling, as usual," he told her. "Remind me to give you a raise."
"God no, I couldn't stand the income tax. Internal Revenue is already suspicious enough about an assistant with a salary of fifty thousand a year."
"Piss on IRS," he shrugged. "Hey, that would be a good name for a song."
"Don't write it," Carla told him, seriously, "if you show just one more talent I may kill myself. I even know how I'll do it."
"Tell me," he urged. "I'm sure you'd choose something different."
"You better believe it. Let me see, I'd wire myself up to an electric dildo, maybe a twelve inch one, fix it so I couldn't get free, then let it fuck me to death."
"Not a chance," he protested when he stopped laughing, "you'd cause a national power shortage and you'd still be smiling and waiting for the next come."
Carla tried to pout and turn on a hurt expression, but it didn't come off as she broke down and laughed with him. While they continued to sip their drinks, Carla produced a pencil and notepad from behind the bar and they began planning their party.
The list of guests grew impressively as did the list of notes in the way of special events to entertain them and their guests.
"My God, darling," Carla gasped, "we almost forgot Hilda and her dogs. What would an orgy be without her?"
"Indeed. Let's hear it for all those animal lovers out there. Throw the dog a bone."
"As I recall," Carla told him, "Hilda's dogs do the bone throwing."
When Midge heard about the dogs that evening, she first thought Carlo was kidding, then, convinced that she was serious, and became terribly excited.
"Tell me what it's like, Carla. I mean to actually get fucked by a big dog."
"How can I describe it? It's just wonderfully exciting. That long tool shoots in and out of your cunt faster than any man can do it. You feel this great, strong animal covering you, hairy paws wrapped around you, the beast growling and panting while he rides your arse. Will you want to try it? That's the only way of really finding out what it's like."
Midge assured her she wanted to and she thought of little else from that moment until the evening of the party arrived and the guests began pouring into the penthouse. When more than twenty guests were on hand and there was still no sigh of Hilda and her dogs, Midge began to think once more that Carla had been teasing her, that they didn't really exist.
And then she heard Carla talking to the woman on the intercom and Hugo went down to meet her to help her bring her canine charges up to the penthouse.
When Hugo walked into the spacious room with Hilda, he leading one big dog, she with two more, the buzz of conversation stopped dead, then renewed on an intensified level. Only then did Midge really believe it was true and she felt a sudden hunger flare in her crotch.
She didn't know enough about dogs to know what breed they were-what make, was the way she put it, all she knew was that they were big and hairy and looked friendly enough. She tried to picture one of them mounting her naked behind as she knelt on all fours. The though caused her knees to become very weak and she wondered then whether she would be able to go through with it.
By then there were close to thirty guests at the party and, considering what she had been told about it, Midge wondered why they were all wearing clothes and when that would change.
She received a hint in that direction when she noticed a man and woman standing a little distance from the bar. While they talked, he was taking the top of her dress down. She wore no bra and when he lowered her dress, she was naked to the waist. Her breasts had both bigness and firmness and the man obviously enjoyed playing with them, something she didn't seem to mind at all, despite the fact that all others in the room were fully clad.
Gradually, that situation changed. Midge watched as a man sat, took an attractive young woman on his lap with her dress pulled up to her waist, and played with her thighs and in her crotch, making her squirm.
"Carla tells me nice things about you," the man said as he slipped an arm around her waist from behind. "Shall we play?"
With a little gasp of surprise, Midge turned to look at him and stared right at the front of his shirt. She looked up, way up, and as she saw his smiling face, she was willing to accept the idea that black was very beautiful indeed.
As he smiled, ultra white teeth shone from the face that was the color of dark chocolate. He held himself easily, casually, a big, strong looking man with an air of grace about him. Midge guessed he was an athlete, but one who used speed and agility rather than brute force.
"Ooh, yes. She hasn't told me anything about you, but I'm ready to find out. Man, you've got it all together."
Putting her arms around his waist, she reached up to be kissed, but a difference in height of eighteen inches made that difficult. Laughing, he picked her up as though she weighed about seven pounds, one arm behind her shoulders, his other hand under her dress, holding one buttock. While he kissed her the way she loved to be kissed, the hand under her dress rubbed excitingly.
"Oooohhhhh," she sighed, after the kiss, "marry me."
"I'm not the type," he grinned, "but I'm sure as hell ready to honeymoon with you. You feel nice and hot down there where your panties live."
"I'm getting hotter by the second," Midge told him. "Let's go someplace where we can lie down. I want to see you naked, big man. I'll bet your cock is as tall as I am and twice as strong."
"I hate to disappoint you, little lady, but that myth about blacks having big cocks is just that, a myth. I think I've got enough to make you smile though, and it throbs like mad when I feel that beautiful bum of yours. I just can't wait to integrate with you."
He carried her to a couch, his hand still rubbing her behind and making her squirm. When he sat with her he pulled the hem of her dress high and sighed deeply at the sight of her magnificent thighs.
"Beautiful, baby, beautiful," he told her, his dark brown hand rubbing her white skin. "Do you think I'll be able to fit in that little girl crotch of yours?"
"That's easy," she sighed. "If you can't, just cut my legs off, I won't mind."
While they laughed, he put a hand in her crotch to rub at the warmth of her panties and she stopped laughing as passion consumed her. Not caring what the others were doing, she reached to unfasten her dress. Midge wanted to be naked with her beautiful man and wanted him the same, wanted to run her hands and her lips over his splendid body and to drive him so wild that he would take her, roughly, and ravish her.
Midge tore her clothes off as though they were on fire. Her man wore a smile as he ate her up with his eyes while he casually, but quickly tossed his clothes off.
"Wait," she said impulsively as he reached to push down the white briefs which bulged with the form of his erect penis. "Let me do it. Now I know how a man feels when he wants to take a woman's panties down, a little at a time."
While he stood, smiling, confident without being cocky, Midge sat on the edge of the couch and began to take his briefs down. She did it very slowly until his penis leaped out, throbbing, the foreskin drawn well back from the head, then she jerked them farther down and closed a hand around his organ.
Despite what he had told her, it was very big and felt excitingly strong.
"Now I know what you are," she told him, "a pole vaulter. Oh my Jesus, what a beautiful pole."
The skin of his penis was much darker than the rest of him, almost black, making her hand look whiter than it ever had. With an air of reverence, she brought the big organ to her mouth, kissed it lovingly, then opened her mouth very wide and slowly pushed the velvet head into it.
"What a mouth, angel," he told her, his voice low and deep, quavering a little as she sucked, "but unless you stop real soon, you're going to drink what I want to pump up your pretty little slit."
Taking the hint, she took the magnificent organ out of her mouth, but instead of releasing it, she licked up and down the long shaft, making it throb strongly as she groaned with desire to have it buried in her.
And then he took his organ away from her and sat on the couch, taking her in his strong, gentle arms to play with her writhing, white body. He raved about her lush, satiny breasts as he fondled them, then sucked them with exciting greed.
Turning her over, he played with her firm buttocks, telling her they were the most beautiful he had ever seen. When he patted them lightly in a suggestion of spanking, she asked him to take her over his lap and give her a real spanking.
"Do you really dig the spanky-spank game?" he asked, eagerly.
"Yes, I'm wild about it. I mean real spanking, with heat and tears and the whole thing."
"Then your beautiful bum will get it, but in a very special way. First though, I need a little lunch to give me strength. Here we go, baby," he told her as he rolled her over onto her back. "Open up those beautiful legs and let Daddy get at your honeypot. I'm going to I ick up a whole lot of hot cunt honey."
Midge groaned loudly as her legs went up and his face went down into her crotch. He kissed delightfully and his tongue drove her out of her mind as it probed and lapped.
"Oh my God, darling," she panted, "you eat cunt like you invented it."
"I did, angel, just now," he told her as he raised his face and gave her a smile that she felt in her belly. "Here we go, baby," he added as his arms wrapped around her and he pulled her onto his face as his tongue moved into her slit as though crawling in on a thousand legs. When she climaxed, her screams drew attention from every member of the party. Other women had already climaxed, but not that strongly.
"I think I'm dead and in heaven," she sighed when she was able to talk again.
"Then I'll try to keep you there with a spanking and a heavenly fuck," he told her, grinning. "Up we get, baby. Fucking lying down is for lazy people," he told her as he stood and she wondered what other way they could do it in view of their difference in height.
He stood facing her, then picked her up, again amazing her with his strength, smiling that same so exciting smile.
"Now throw your beautiful legs around me, baby," he told her and she obeyed, feeling his stiff organ probing her crotch.
"My God," she panted, "are you going to fuck me this way? Oh Jesus, I just may go crazy."
"Not only fuck you, baby but spank you as well. I'm going to anchor you with my cock, then spank you until your lily white bum cheeks are as red as roses. Is that what you want?"
"More than anything in the world," she told him, then groaned as his throbbing bone found her slit and pushed into her, unaided, untouched by human hand.
"Oh God," she panted as she impaled herself on his surging organ, "this is great ... I've never had it this way ... uh ... oh ... uh ... it's too ... uh ...much ... aaahhh," she sighed as the throbbing organ buried itself completely in her hot depths.
Midge was vaguely aware that others had come closer to watch the performance and it made her feel very special, the center of attention.
"Hold on, baby," her man told her, "here we go for a little spanky-spank."
While his left arm held her, his right hand fondled her buttocks, then he slapped hard, his big hand seeming to cover a whole cheek. The sound was exciting to her, but not as exciting as the feeling of hot sting in her left buttock and the thrill of motion of his penis in her slit.
His hand held the cheek for a second, then went away to return with another spank. SMACK ... SMACK ... SMACK. After the fifth spank, he squeezed the cheek, then put his right arm around her to hold her and he used his left hand to give her five spanks on the other cheek.
While the audience grew, the big man went on spanking her the same way, five spanks on one cheek, five on the other. He spanked well and soon had her crying and squirming on his throbbing tool. She felt delicious fires in her buttocks as the hard hand kept slapping while his organ stretched her slit and Midge kept squirming on it, the contact with her clitoris bringing her closer and closer to orgasm until she told him, panting, that she was going to explode.
It was a signal for him to spank harder and faster until she cried a different cry and he felt her jerking madly, her slit riding his throbbing pole. But he too had been brought close to the edge of ejaculation and her riding of his pole did the trick. Grasping her by the hot buttocks with both hands, he pulled her tightly to him and fired his strong charge up into her hotly receptive body.
"Oh my God," Midge heard a woman groan, "that had to be the ultimate fuck." As far as Midge was concerned, that described it perfectly.
Sighing, the man took her off his spent organ and carried her to the couch. She felt his strong heart pounding as strongly, she thought, as his strong cock had pounded in her vagina during the final seconds before he went off.
On the couch, she reached for his soft, wet organ, caressed it lovingly, feeling the sweet stickiness of it, then she bent over him, took it in her mouth and tasted the distinctive flavor of her vagina mingled with his semen. It was, she decided, a delightful flavor.
Together, they sat watching as those who had been spectators during their performance, were inspired to get into erotic action themselves. Around the room, couples went through the whole catalogue of sex in a wild variety of positions.
Not far from the couch, she saw Carla kneeling on all fours while a man with a long but very slim penis knelt behind her, playing with her buttocks. He drew her buttocks apart and surprised Midge by inserting his slim rod not into her vagina, as she had expected, but into her anus.
As Carla turned her head to look back at her partner, Midge saw that her face was contorted and she couldn't be sure whether it was the result of passion or distaste at taking it up the bum.
As the males wore themselves out, there was a general move toward the bar for more drinks. Midge was sipping hers when Carla called for attention and informed the group that the dogs were getting restless and that it was time to put them to work.
"Our dear little pet, Midge," she announced, "is going to be first. Won't the little darling look lovely with a big hairy dog mounting her pretty arse and ramming his cock up her juicy little slit? Come, darling," she called, "Hilda has gone to get your four legged lover."
Trembling, Midge allowed herself to be led to the center of the room and the guests hurriedly came to form a circle around her as she knelt on all fours.
The room went silent as Hilda approached with one of her big dogs on a leash. He strained and forced her to hold tightly as he saw Midge kneeling and knew just what was in store for him.
Approaching her, he got his snout under her arched buttocks and into her crotch. It was cold, but his tongue was not. Experienced as he was, he knew how to lick her vulva with his long, rough tongue, making her groan and causing her behind to sway.
"Look at the length of that red meat," one woman gasped. "Can the little angel take it, I wonder?"
"Ready, dearie," Hilda told Midge. "I'm going to slip his leash now and he'll be on your arse and up your cunt in a flash. Here we go ... uh ... now."
Midge heard a click of metal, then the monster was on her, his forelegs gripping her strongly, his unsheathed organ pounding in her crotch, looking for the entry slit. When he found it, a cry broke from her throat as he rammed into her with brutal strength and surprising speed.
Even while he was still working the full length of his rod into her, the dog was pumping and panting, riding her nicely presented behind and driving her wild with excitement.
But the dog, great, exciting lover that he was, lacked one talent. He couldn't hold back ejaculation to prolong the joy of the act for himself and his human partner. Soon, much too soon, Midge thought, his furry body was jerking against her behind as he pumped his juice into her and she strangled his rod by using her vaginal muscles to suck him dry.
He whined as, completely spent, he pulled his tool out of her, lay beside her and, curling, licked away the fluid with which she had bathed his organ.
Later, Midge watched as other women knelt to offer their naked bodies to dogs, and it was almost as great a thrill, Midge decided, to watch a big dog ride a woman as it was to be ridden by one.
Hilda's dogs were well trained as she showed later in the evening when, with the others in a circle around her, she lay on the floor beside one of her dogs and played with his penis, causing the red meat to shoot out in erection.
Licking her lips, she went down on him, took the organ in her mouth and began sucking him. Just a bit later, Midge saw her mouth open wide and watched as the dog fired his semen into it.
It was late in the night when Midge woke, still in the room where the orgy was going on. It was relatively quiet then. Beside her lay a naked woman, a hand in her crotch as she slept, and Midge recalled that the woman had dived her just before she drifted off into a deep sleep.
Deciding that a cold beer would make her mouth feel better, she got up quietly and went toward the bar where she met Hugo who had gone there for the same purpose.
"Enjoying your first orgy?" he asked as he patted one of her buttocks. "You should be, you're the star."
"I'm enjoying it more than I would have dreamed possible," she told him, her eyes shining, then Hugo saw a look of sadness or fear pass over her face and she shuddered as though she felt a sudden chill.
"What is it, dear?" he asked, an arm around her waist.
"Just a sudden, terrible thought, Hugo. I just thought of how wonderfully happy I am as one of Hugo's girls, but then came the thought of what I'd do if you ever got tired of me and shut me out."
"Poor baby, what a silly thought. You're not one of Hugo's girls in that sense, darling. Like Carla, you have very special status. I know myself well, darling. I'm not a fickle man. I won't ever tire of you and you'll leave me only if and when you want to. Come, sweet, let's find a couch where we can chat until it's time to do something else."
They found a couch in a partially darkened corner of the room and as their bodies came together and their mouths met, Hugo told her without the need for words, that she was indeed special, very special to him.
Later, while he lay on her, his spent organ soaking in the warmth of her vagina, he told her the same thing in words.
"You're my woman, Midge, you and Carla. The rest of them are nice enough and a lot of fun, but they're just Hugo's girls."
