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Her Husband's Boss
By Anonymous (address withheld)
Originally published by TheEditor
***
His long, purple-veined penis jutted out of the opening
in his grey flannel trousers and began to rise stiffly
up below his slight paunch as he stood at the back of
his desk staring down at his mistress's white, cream-
like contours, displayed nakedly before him... (Mdom/F,
F/beast, reluc, work)
***
Chapter 1
Maxwell Alexander eased back in his plush desk chair
and swung around toward the massive grey-tinted window
behind him. Only two weeks ago, he had been able to
gaze down unblinkingly through the golden May sunlight
to the traffic-clogged Los Angeles intersection five
stories below, but summer had come scorching in on the
heels of spring and now the air shimmered with heat and
a hazy blinding glare. The sky seemed to drop down
suddenly thick with smog, like a stifling shroud over
the sprawling city.
The newspapers had been reporting that the level of air
pollution was critical and had already reached the
danger point twice during the past week. As usual, the
papers had blamed it on the complexes of heavy industry
that surrounded the city and editorial writers were
crying out for more stringent anti-pollution measures.
With an impatient snort, Max turned his chair back
around toward his broad mahogany desk and picked up the
latest copy of New World Steel, Alexander Steel
Company's bi-weekly magazine. He grinned perniciously
at the striking cover photograph that met his gaze -- a
shapely, long-legged blonde sunbathing next to a
sparkling bright blue river with a few gleaming white
smoke-stacks rising over the trees in the background,
gently puffing out pale balls of smoke into the
unsullied sky.
The caption read: "Pollution -- What's All the Fuss
About?" Even though the picture had been taken months
ago, it still amused him to think of how he had been
keen enough to take advantage of a steelworkers' strike
to scrub down those smoke-stacks and then burn tons of
newsprint in the huge furnaces to produce that
innocent-looking white smoke.
The "clear blue stream" had been a bit more of a
problem, considering the sulfurous waste that was being
constantly dumped into the river by the steel mill,
but, just as the photographer had said, "There's
nothing you can't do with the right camera filters, and
good equipment." Sure, it had been expensive and time-
consuming, but hell, he thought smugly, it was well
worth it. It was exactly this kind of clever, creative
thinking that kept him in his position as president,
and major stockholder, of Alexander Steel, the booming
company that his uncle Morton Alexander had founded.
Yes, he mused proudly as he chewed off the end of one
of his expensive Havana cigars, he deserved every
damned Wing he had ever got. After all, it had taken
him years to reach his present position, and by God, he
had had to scheme and connive, in ways that few people
could really appreciate, to gain control of this
industrial empire. In a rare moment of humility, he
found himself thanking the gods of fate that he had
become so thoroughly successful, had become a man who
was wealthy and powerful enough to avoid the
unpleasantness of the smoggy Los Angeles summer by
remaining safely ensconced in the comfort of his
lavishly-decorated, air-conditioned office.
Puffing reflectively on the lighted cigar, he flipped
through the glossy magazine to the pages that outlined
Alexander Steel's profits for the last fiscal quarter.
Though he knew every figure by heart, he could not help
but let out a low, satisfied chuckle at the sight of
the marked increases in orders and profits that would
make him and the other stockholders many millions of
dollars richer this year.
In the ten years that Max had worked under his aging
uncle, Morton Alexander, he had learned the business
well, so well that the old man had had almost no choice
but to promote his enterprising nephew up to a vice-
presidency, the position of power from which Max had
gradually taken complete control of the company. That
had been almost five years ago, Max recalled
nostalgically, and the promotion had been Uncle
Morton's single grave mistake in an otherwise brilliant
business career.
Max never tired of remembering the details of his
relentless climb to power and wealth. Because of his
nephew's extraordinary business sense, the usually
shrewd old uncle had tended to ignore Max's occasional
unscrupulousness and the new vice-president's obvious
impatience with ideas that ran contrary to his own. Max
had a tendency to interpret everything around him in
terms of dollars and cents in his own pocket, which
after all, the old man thought, might be a good thing
from a stockholder's standpoint.
At first, the younger man's trenchant greediness about
business matters had disturbed Uncle Morton a little,
and the aging steel magnate would be tense and shrill
after a few hours around him. But gradually, Morton
Alexander learned to relax around his eager nephew and
had come to regard the young man's impatience and
demands as nothing more than healthy ambition.
Cautiously, and then with less care, the uncle had
started to accept Max's advice on crucial new issues
concerning important company policies and had
eventually entrusted him with the handling of entire
projects without feeling the necessity to oversee them
or examine the end results of his power-hungry nephew's
administrative efforts. Ultimately, with a great surge
of confidence that Max would be able to work even more
effectively with additional responsibility, the old
chief executive had brushed aside the violent protests
of the other board members and had seen to it that his
ambitious junior relative was elevated to a full vice-
presidency.
That had been the beginning of the end for Uncle
Morton. He had sown the seeds of his own downfall as
the reigning head of Alexander Steel Company.
It had been only a matter of time until, little by
little, Max had thoroughly usurped his uncle's power
and had phased the older man out of the company
altogether with only a comfortable token pension and a
relatively insignificant vote as a minor stockholder.
The other executives who had been troublemakers in
Max's eyes -- the ones who had been foolish enough to
show any opposition to his ruthless rose to the
presidency and full command of the company -- had been
forced into either complete administrative slavery or
dishonorable resignation with a bare minimum of
compensation for their years of service with Alexander
Steel.
One by one, the vacant posts had been filled with fresh
personnel that the new dictator had screened personally
-- a staff of people who filled all the necessary
qualifications and were willing to accept low starting
salaries with promises of handsome incomes in the
future if they somehow managed to meet his high
expectations of them in their various fields.
No one had been able to stop Max from having his way as
the president of the big corporation, and he knew that
there was not a single employee who could justifiably
criticize his effectiveness as a businessman -- if one
of them should even dare to think of criticizing him.
As merciless and underhanded as he often was with other
rival companies, and sometimes with his own customers,
he had built Alexander Steel's quarterly profits up to
all-time record highs.
Even more impressive at least as far as the employees
were concerned, he had introduced incentive programs
through which everyone, from an ordinary laborer to a
vice-president, could earn attractive bonuses if they
were able to fulfill the production and sales quotas
that he had posted on bulletin boards as being "Normal
Standards," but which veterans of the industry
considered beyond the capabilities of the huge plant as
well as beyond the range of the available market.
Nevertheless, sales and production continued to soar
and, occasionally, much to the surprise of the company
skeptics, Max's secretaries posted bonus lists
throughout the plant.
In short, Max Alexander was an undeniable success in
the world of business and, moreover, he enjoyed his
position far too much to feel the smallest pang of
remorse for anything he had had to do to become what he
was. To the contrary, he often found himself almost
wishing that he had not gained the pinnacle of his
career quite so rapidly and completely... that there
was still some challenge left in his life. Ironically,
Max's knack for organization had made the company
operate so efficiently that there was little for him to
do now but count up the profits and amuse himself with
an occasional new project -- such as New World Steel,
the company magazine that now lay before him on the
desk.
The magazine, which had started out as a half-hearted
effort to keep up with production trends started by
other large companies, had become Max's pride and joy,
an attractive, glossy testament to the success of
Alexander Steel... and it's president! The ruggedly
handsome middle-aged executive thumbed proudly through
the smart little publication, nodding in pleased
agreement with everything that his young editor Henry
Cummings, had included so far. It had taken Max a good
while to clear all the fancy intellectual notions out
of the recent college graduate's head, but finally he
had trained the boy satisfactorily.
The magazine was exactly as Max wanted it now, packed
with colorful photographs of new plants and operations
as well as busty, well-shaped girls to keep the
stockholders interested in the meat of the articles.
Yes, young Cummings was certainly coming along and, if
he continued to remember who was buttering his bread,
the boy might possibly have a brilliant future at
Alexander Steel.
Max turned another page of the publication and suddenly
the expression of smug-faced complacency began to fade
from his craggy features. Below the thick mass of
greying brown hair, the fifty-three year-old
executive's face darkened and his broad chest began to
heave beneath his expensively-tailored shirt and suit
jacket until his appearance was that of a lion on the
verge of roaring out its fury. On the desk before him
the magazine lay open at its last page, the headline of
which read: "A Message from Max"...
"Goddammit, Cummings, where's my picture?" the enraged
bull-like man bellowed out in his spacious office. "How
in the hell could you forget that?"
Then, remembering that the palatial office had been
thoroughly soundproofed as a result of his own orders,
and that no one but he could hear his indignant fury,
he rose quickly from his chair and leaned over the
highly-polished expanse of desk to jab impatiently at
the buzzer that signaled his receptionist in the next
room. His tall, still-muscular frame seemed even more
ominous than usual as he bent over the call-box,
punching his forefinger brutally down on the button
until a red light suddenly lit up on the console.
"Yes -- yes, Mr. Alexander," a nervous female voice
finally chimed in from the speaker on the machine. "I-I
was just away from my desk for a minute..."
The girl's obvious terror pleased Max in his sour mood
and he found himself smiling evilly as he roared back
in to the speaker, "You're damned right you did,
blondie! And tell your friends at the water-cooler to
break up the tea party and get back to work right
away!"
"Oh, yes, sir," she squeaked timidly. Max grinned to
himself sadistically as he imagined his deliciously
built ash-blonde receptionist cowering at her desk,
making frantic gestures to his small battalion of
secretaries that they should return to work
immediately. He required a fairly large number of girls
in his personal secretarial staff because some of them
were dead weight and had been hired solely for their
looks. Well, what the hell, he thought defensively,
what was the good of being president if he could not
indulge himself in a few harmless amusements at the
company's expense.
"Uh, Mr. Alexander, sir," the timid female voice from
the speaker broke in again, intruding on his thoughts.
"Did you want me for anything else, sir?"
His fury of a moment ago renewing, Max was just about
to instruct the girl to summon Henry Cummings to his
office when his wandering gaze fell on the page
opposite his own "message" in the magazine. Almost
against his will, he stared feverishly at the page
headed "New Products" and at the picture of a buxom,
round-hipped brunette girl seductively caressing a huge
roll of glistening heavy-duty steel wire, one of
Alexander Steel's newest lines. Though he tried to
maintain his waning anger at the young editor, Max
could not help but appreciate Henry Cummings' unerring
taste in female flesh.
Max wondered for a long moment if the magazine editor
interviewed his models personally. Christ, the very
idea of all those gorgeous young women clustered in
Henry's tiny office, like a whole gardenful of flowers
just waiting to be plucked by any man with balls enough
to do it, made the steel magnate leer licentiously. It
was no wonder that Henry sometimes forgot a thing as
simple as including the boss's picture with his address
to the stockholders, Max mused with a chuckle. Hell,
the poor kid probably had had a hard time managing to
think straight all the time.
"Did you say something, Mr. Alexander?" the
receptionist asked at the sound of her employer's
muffled laughter over the intercom. Max sat there in
silence, continuing to stare at the juicy female morsel
in the photograph, his temple beginning to pulse and
throb.
"Aw, hell, buzz Miss Stillson in her office and have
her come in her at once," Max finally ordered. "And
tell her to make it snappy."
"Yes, sir," the receptionist's voice came back, a tone
of frightened obeisance causing her to squeak a little.
It was not two minutes after the intercom had clicked
off that a small door marked "Private" sprang open on
the far side of Max's office.
"Honey, you know I'm right next door, you don't have to
go through a third party," a gorgeous raven-haired
woman purred as she stepped into his office, clad only
in a revealing sea-green negligee fringed with almost
incongruous-seeming lace at the cuffs and down along
the deep vee of the neckline. "I could hear you
bullying that poor girl out there even over the sounds
of the baseball game on my radio."
"Dammit, June, you're on my payroll as my public
relations assistant, and you really ought to be dressed
by this time of the day," Max grumbled with mock
sterness as his glittering eyes hungrily scanned the
generous, sexy contours of June Stillson's nearly-naked
body. Although Maxwell Alexander's ravishing dark-
haired mistress was in her late thirties, her
provocative, voluptuous body was always enough to send
his blood pressure soaring, and now Max rapidly forgot
the younger girls on the pages of the company magazine.
He added with a leering grin, "What if one of my
secretaries came into your office, baby? Now what kind
of public relations work would you be doing in that
kind of outfit? Christ, June, who do you think you
are?"
"I'm just me, Max, and I'd be doing the same kind of
work I always do," she replied with a confident smile
as she began to stroll casually toward him, her full
outward-curving hips swaying seductively beneath the
sheer fabric of her negligee. "Don't worry, anyway,
because I always keep the door locked when I'm like
this. I just had a feeling you might want to see me
this afternoon, so I dressed for the occasion."
Smiling at him cleverly, the statuesque beauty peeled
the thin garment slowly from her sensuous body and,
dropping it to her feet, did a small pirouette in the
center of the spacious office before she walked nakedly
to his desk and leaned her smooth rounded buttocks back
on the hard wood edge, wriggling back along the top
until she perched gracefully in front of him. Her deep
amber eyes flickered smokily with suddenly-ignited lust
as she stared expectantly into Max's hard but handsome
face.
"By God, you really want it, don't you, baby?" Max
growled excitedly at the beautiful woman whose buttocks
were already moving slowly in tiny little circles of
anticipation on the highly burnished wood surface of
his desk, a scant few inches from his leering face.
"You little whore, I'll bet you don't think about
anything but cock all day long."
"Do... do you want me to think about something else?"
June asked quietly, her sultry face suddenly changing
to a clouded expression of uncertainty and confusion.
"I always do anything you say, Max. With anyone." In
her anxiety, her golden-eyed gaze darted nervously
around the room. "Do you have some business friends you
want me to entertain now? I will, sweetheart. I'll do
anything for you. I always have... God, without you..."
"That's right, baby, without me you'd be right back in
the gutter where I found you," Max chuckled cruelly,
delighting in her obsequious show of absolute
dependence on him, whatever his whims. That was the way
he liked his employees... especially his women...
answering gratefully to his every beck and call. "But
don't worry. I think you're going to be with me for a
long, long time," he added expansively, "because we
understand each other, don't we?"
Relief registered clearly in the handsome woman's
facial features and then, once again, desire kindled in
her eyes. "You bet, sweetheart," she purred throatily
and ran her slim fingertips lightly and teasingly down
the front of his white shirt until they rested
inquisitively on the buckle of his belt. Her long thick
eyelashes trembled excitedly as she asked in a soft
tremulous voice, "Do you have any... public relations
for me to carry out today?"
"No, but I've got some private relations for you," Max
barked harshly, suddenly impatient with the
wastefulness of mere conversation. He rose hastily from
his overstuffed chair and began to pull at the stubborn
fastenings at the fly of his trousers. "My big old cock
has just been waiting for the feel of your sweet lips
around it, baby, and it doesn't want to wait any
longer."
His lust-bright eyes fastened greedily on June's naked,
tantalizing body as he pulled down the zipper of his
trousers and jerked free his suddenly-hardening cock
from the confinement of his undershorts. The hot-
blooded brunette had been Max's live-in mistress ever
since the high-powered executive had become bored with
a life of all business and damned little pleasure, and
he had discovered her one night where she worked as a
cocktail waitress in a flashy nightclub bar. Though he
had never claimed to be faithful to the willing,
uninhibited brunette, the sexual electricity between
them had never faded and now, as his appreciative eyes
played lewdly over the exciting curves and valleys of
her lush body, he felt ripples of hot desire rushing
swiftly through the sensitive nerve-ends of his skin.
His long, purple-veined penis jutted out of the opening
in his grey flannel trousers and began to rise stiffly
up below his slight paunch as he stood at the back of
his desk staring down at his mistress's white, cream-
like contours, displayed nakedly before him. His gaze
rested hotly on the sight of her plush, full breasts,
the narrowest of valleys running between the
magnificent firmness of the twin globes. His thick
heavy cock jerked higher as his eyes dropped lower to
take in the milky, voluptuous hips that led down to the
delicious sweep of long slender legs.
Between the shapely, breath-taking thighs that draped
enticingly over the edge of the desk, Max could see
clearly through the soft pubic hair covering her ripe
loins to the fleshy pinkness of her vaginal slit
glistening wetly in the afternoon light filtering
through the tinted glass window.
"Now, baby," he suddenly groaned, hoarse with mounting
need. "Come over here and give me some of those sweet
lips, the way I taught you."
With a soft moan of pleasure, his naked mistress
wiggled across the desk, then leaned on one elbow until
her beautiful face was poised directly in front of him,
within inches of his now hard, pulsing shaft of flesh
rising menacingly up from the unzipped front of his
trousers. Her long, red-lacquered fingernails scratched
lightly over the heavily-veined surface of the rock-
hard prick, causing it to jerk convulsively as the hot
air of her breath blew softly on it. Max's breath
quickened even more as she began to expertly massage
the massive cock, lovingly, up and down until one
glistening drop of pearly translucent fluid seeped out
from the broad, mushroom-shaped head. She then moved
her slender fingers down lower to his sperm-bloated
balls, cradling their softness in her palm. Max groaned
and gritted his teeth at her expertly tender
ministrations of his stiff cock and large drooping
testicles.
"Do you like it, sweetheart?" she asked coquettishly,
fully aware of the heated effect that her naked female
body and the teasing touch of her fingertips was having
on him. "Does it make you forget all about those nasty
business problems that always bother you?"
"You know damn well I like it, bitch," Max growled,
irritated by her mention of the business annoyances
that he was trying so hard to forget. "Don't tease me,
goddammit. Just suck my cock!"
Suddenly, he moaned and jerked his anxious loins
forward involuntarily as the delicious wet warmth of
her parted lips closed over the sensitive, blood-
swollen glans of his penis. He moaned louder and
reached down to tangle his fingers tightly in her dark
wavy hair, guiding the rhythm of her now-bobbing head
below.
God, how he had needed this!
Max looked down to watch the beautiful woman's penis-
filled face, her soft lips stretched wide with the
thickness of his aching cock buried at least halfway up
in her sucking mouth. June sensed his increasing
excitement and began to suck harder, twirling her
smooth red tongue titillatingly around the moist
stickiness of the bulbous head. As he felt the tips of
her teeth digging gently into the rubbery, resisting
skin, he turned his head to gaze sideways into the huge
mirror that filled the wall beside his desk for a
better view of his gorgeous, willing mistress's face as
his turgid, hard rod began to saw rhythmically in and
out of the brunette's wetly ovaled mouth.
Christ, just the sight alone was enough to drive him
insane, causing his loins to tense more and jerk up
into her laboring face until the reflected image he saw
looked as though he were ramming his long, hard prick
more than halfway down her slender throat. Practically
all of his thick fleshy penis now seemed to disappear
with each new powerful thrust he made until finally
only a short stretch of it showed shining wet and
white, protruding from her distended lips. She was
gorged with his fiery blood-filled flesh, his pulsating
length like a savage creature with its own existence
and needs that had taken control over his body and
mind.
Jesus, he swore to himself, the bitch could really suck
cock, as though she had been born with one in her mouth
and had learned to treat it as part of herself. Sure,
he often desired other women -- the younger and more
innocent the better -- but he could always depend upon
June to deliver the kind of pure satisfaction he
wanted... like this... and without any bothersome
preliminaries.
June's experienced tongue worked with a nerve-tingling
swipe of its tip on each out-stroke and was making his
cock-head throb and lurch as if a live electric wire
were being touched against it. The impassioned middle-
aged steel executive was completely mesmerized by the
lewd spectacle in the mirror, watching the pink moist
flesh of her tightly compressed lips being focused on
the labor of giving him this obscene pleasure. Her
full, heavy breasts bobbed and swayed against her
rocking torso, and the very sight of it incited him to
increasing heights of brain-reeling passion.
"Keep on, keep on sucking my cock," Max hissed through
tightly clenched teeth, wishing that all of his
employees could give him as much pleasure as this one,
this mature, full-bodied woman. Shit, if the editor of
the company magazine were a woman and not Henry
Cummings, how he would love to shove his stiff prick
deep down in her throat, as far as he humanly could, to
teach her a lesson she would never forget, so that she
would never again forget to include the face of Maxwell
Alexander in any future issue. The thought of the
missing picture in New World Steel filled him with a
renewed momentary anger and he wound his hand brutally
in his mistress's soft brown hair, driving her face
down viciously into his thrusting loins.
"Suck harder, suck faster, goddammit," he snarled down
at the woman slaving between his wide-spread, trembling
legs. Her ripe body was beginning to gleam from the
light beading of sweat forming on her ivory skin, and
he was gloating and enjoying the sight of her lying
subserviently on the desk, her lipstick-ovalled lips
wrapped tightly around the thick roundness of his
stone-hard cock as he stood over her, lunging his hips
furiously into her lovely twisted face.
He could feel a powerful pressure building relentlessly
up to a fever pitch in his painfully full balls, and he
knew it would not be long now. His huge cock felt like
it was ready to explode and spew the hot creamy sperm
in his bloated testicles in all directions, everywhere
in the room.
He drove his pelvis heartlessly into her face, even
more cruelly now, and heard with delight the mumbled
cry of protest that came from her as his long hefty
prick drubbed deeper and deeper into her tortured, warm
wet mouth, driving far down into her working throat.
But he heeded nothing in his quest to end this
exquisite agony, the ecstasy that was building,
building, building to the peak of spectacular relief in
his burning loins and within his balls.
Suddenly he felt a great upheaval in his lust-swollen
testicles as the boiling white sperm began to race in a
hot stream up the length of his thrusting cock. His own
lips pulled back over his teeth in an ecstatic grimace
and he gasped hoarsely as though in excruciating pain.
His thick fleshy penis began a sudden wild staccato
jerking that, without warning, flooded his beautiful
mistress's hungrily sucking mouth with burst after
burst of heatedly sticky cum, ballooning her smooth
cheeks outward with each bullet-like spurt, so that she
had to swallow quickly to keep from choking, yet still
mewling and crooning at his driving loins.
"Don't stop, baby, suck it, suck it!" he rasped as he
tightened his hands in her tawny hair and convulsively
slammed his pulsating cock farther and farther into her
lipsticked mouth and deep down into her distended
throat. The naked woman obeyed and continued to suck
insanely as he shot his lewd sperm into her, filling
her mouth, almost drowning her, until at last he gave a
shuddering sigh and pulled himself back and out of her
lips for one final thrust. But he missed her still
eagerly sucking mouth by a fraction of an inch when he
lunged forward again.
The blunt inflamed head rammed against the side of her
face by mistake, leaving a long sticky trail of hot cum
smeared lewdly along her upper lip and her right cheek.
Undaunted, June twisted her head and maneuvered her
voracious mouth to seize the base of his hard-throbbing
staff of flesh between her teeth, like a dog with a
stick. Then, grasping his scrotum with her fingers, she
lifted her head to guide the glistening tip back into
the warmth of her open mouth, squeezing up on the cock
with her fingers to milk out and devour every last drop
of the delicious white fluid.
Little by little, his sated penis deflated between her
ovalled lips and, at last, Max collapsed back into his
chair in exhaustion, pulling his prick from her lips
with a wet little slurping sound that resounded wetly
in the stillness of the office. A great sigh of relief
escaped his lips, and June lay back happily on the
desk, a loving, contented smile spreading across her
beautiful, cum-smeared face. She lay there for a few
moments, catching her breath, then sat up again on the
edge of the desk.
"That's something you can't get in a board meeting,
isn't it, Max?" the perspiring brunette asked with a
proud little smirk, a sparkle of female triumph in her
brownish-yellow eyes. Catching sight of the magazine
that lay crumpled beneath her rounded thigh, she picked
it up and added with a silly giggle, "Why don't you
have Henry do a story on my blowjobs, Max? Think of the
publicity you'd get!"
At the sight of the copy of New World Steel, Max's face
darkened and he felt his irritation returning anew. He
knew that it was no use trying to explain to June what
that irresponsible punk, Henry Cummings, had done, for
she would only laugh and tell him he was being too
sensitive. Still, though, it was his magazine and his
company, and he had a good mind to teach that young
editor a lesson. Perhaps June might have some ideas, he
mused inwardly.
Just then, his angry thoughts were interrupted by the
buzzing of the intercom.
"What do you want?" he barked gruffly into the console,
abruptly motioning to June to get off his desk.
"You have a visitor, sir," the receptionist's half-
frightened voice informed from the speaker. "I wouldn't
have bothered you, sir, but she said it was personal
and very important. She says her name is Mrs. Cummings
-- Mrs. Henry Cummings. Isn't Henry Cummings the...?"
"I know who he is, dammit," Max interrupted
impatiently. At the same moment, however, a strange
light of interest began to fill his crafty eyes.
"Personal, is it? Well, ask her to please wait for five
minutes or so, and then send her on in."
The red light on the console blinked off and Max looked
up to see June standing before his desk, her hands
placed defiantly on her full hips, hurt glittering in
her amber eyes.
"Max, I don't try to tie you down, but after all, this
is my territory!" she angrily protested. "Can't you
take that girl somewhere else? I mean, after what we
just did, that makes me feel awful!"
Max chuckled at her words, then broke into laughter at
the pain-stricken expression that immediately came over
her face. "Oh, but baby, you don't understand," he
finally managed to say through his cruel mirth. "I
don't even know this broad, but I do have a little
score to settle with her husband," he added a bit more
soberly, smoothing back his slightly greying hair with
the palm of one hand.
Reaching across the desk, he gave June a quick
reassuring pat on a generously rounded buttock cheek,
then turned his thirty-four-year-old mistress around
and shoved her gently toward the door through which she
had entered his office earlier.
"Don't worry, baby," he consoled her jovially, "this is
just business. If anything comes up, I'll make certain
to call you in."
June shot him a long, unbelieving glance and started
across the room, pausing only to pick up the flimsy
negligee that she had dropped to the carpet when she
had first entered the office. As Max watched the
provocative sway of her smooth, cream-like buttocks on
crossing the room, he felt a brief moment of regret
that he had not had more time to spend with this
always-exciting woman.
She was so damned dependable. But then, just as
quickly, he marshaled his thoughts back to matters of
the immediate moment. He quickly zipped up his
trousers, then, and sat back down in his chair,
beginning to speculate over what Mrs. Henry Cummings
could possibly want with him. Whatever it was, Max was
going to make damned sure that that young editor,
bright as he was, never forgot to put the company
president's photo in the magazine again.
Chapter 2
"Mr. Alexander is engaged right now, Mrs. Cummings, but
he'll be free to see you in a few minutes, if you'll be
kind enough to wait here."
Lost in her own thoughts, Kathy Cummings was startled
by the sound of the blonde receptionist's voice, but
after a moment, she murmured absently, with
embarrassment, "Oh yes, of course, I'll wait. I know
he's a very busy man."
By the time Henry Cummings' young wife had collected
herself sufficiently to speak, the pretty receptionist
had already returned to her desk and was answering one
of the insistently buzzing lines on the switchboard in
front of her. With a fleeting, nervous glance around
the spacious, modern waiting room, Kathy ascertained
that, curiously, there was no one else in line to see
the president of Alexander Steel.
She stiffened with irrational apprehension as she
wondered again exactly what she would say to the
powerful mysterious man who was her husband's boss. Now
that she was here, sitting in the very building in
which Henry worked, the nervous young woman wondered if
perhaps she had made a foolish mistake by coming here.
For the flash of an instant, she was tempted to turn
right around and go back home again, to its relative
safety, but the mental image of her and Henry's home
made her remember exactly why she had come downtown
today... and why she would not go home until at least
some small step had been taken to set their marriage
straight again.
But what on earth would Mr. Alexander think when she
attempted to explain why she wanted to get a job, she
wondered nervously. How could she ever make him
understand that perhaps the very future of her marriage
with Henry depended upon whether or not she could
really prove herself to be a contributing, productive
member of their marital partnership?
Kathy shifted anxiously in her chair, picked up a
magazine from a nearby table, then quickly put it down
again, deciding instead to make a last-minute check of
her makeup in a tiny mirror which she withdrew from the
expensive shoulder bag now on her lap. It would not do,
she knew, to walk into Mr. Alexander's office with
smudged lipstick or a grimy face from the long bus ride
she had made from their suburban home into the
industrial section of Los Angeles.
It took Kathy but a minute to pat her long, shiny
strawberry blonde hair into perfect place and then
apply just a touch more of pale beige lipstick, adding
a slightly more pinkish color to her already full,
sensuous lips. The thin line of eye makeup around her
wide brown eyes was still perfect, though, and she knew
from experience that, no matter how determinedly she
powdered her face, the light smattering of golden
freckles across her nose and part way down her cheeks
would show through anyway. Even though she was almost
twenty-two years old, those puckish freckles gave her
the appearance of a teen-aged tomboy, despite her
alluring curves, but she had learned to live with them
over the years consoling herself with the memory of
Henry once having said that they were "cute" and made
her actually prettier.
Despite what was to her the annoyance of the freckles,
she could see in the little compact mirror that she was
indeed a very attractive young woman, the kind of young
woman whose sweet, almost childlike facial features
were a direct contrast to the delectable, curvaceous
symmetry of her sensuous-looking body. The long, lucent
swing of her shoulder length reddish-blonde hair tended
to sophisticate her pixyish beauty, so that she almost
looked her age.
Replacing the mirror in her handbag, the exquisite
young wife shook her golden hair ruefully. It was
disconcerting to look always so cherubic and
inexperienced, especially at times such as this
afternoon, when she was determined to impress Henry's
formidable boss with her maturity and potential
efficiency -- impress him enough to land a decent job.
With an involuntary gesture of nervousness, she reached
down to smooth out the short skirt of her crisp, navy-
blue cotton dress over her silky, suntanned thighs,
hoping that the prim little frock with its lace cuffs
and collar was proper and demure enough to help her in
her plan. It was the longest dress she owned now, one
left over from high school days, and yet it still
exposed a fairly daring expanse of shapely, sun-browned
leg well above the knee, and its slim figure-hugging
design did little to hide the lush contours of her
body, the high-set, swelling breasts and firm, circular
buttocks that accentuated her tiny girlish waist to
such good advantage. Well, so what if she did look a
little daring, she rationalized, it could not hurt her
chances for the job -- though, God knows, it had not
been doing her much good in her own home.
At the thought of her dismal home-life with Henry, her
bright, ambitious husband, the slight, satisfied smile
that had begun to play across her perfectly-formed lips
faded away and her high, clear brow wrinkled with
anxiety. In the six months since her marriage to Henry,
the beautiful strawberry blonde had been forced to
arrive at the conclusion that something was basically
wrong with their relationship, something serious, and
until last night, she had been unable to put her finger
on precisely what it was. Now she knew and the
realization had spurred her on to the desperate action
she was taking today. She would get a job and show
Henry once and for all, that she too had a mind, a mind
probably just as good as his, and that she was
perfectly capable of making some decisions concerning
their marriage -- even if she did occasionally make a
mistake.
The mere memory of what had happened after dinner last
night made Kathy's heart race furiously and she felt
the blood rushing to her pretty face at the humiliating
recollection of her own husband's cold, objective
lecture about her "irresponsible conduct" as though she
were some sort of capricious school child who needed to
be rapped across her knuckles for naughtiness. All she
had done was take advantage of a "once-in-a-lifetime
sale" on needed household goods in a local department
store, considering very carefully before she had bought
the bathroom scale and... well, an electric blender.
They were things they should have and no doubt would
have bought sooner or later anyway, but Henry had acted
as though her decision had driven them to the verge of
total bankruptcy. The whole thing was almost too silly
to take seriously. After all, Henry made more than
enough money to live on -- and, really, who needed a
bank account anyway after less than a year of marriage?
Seriously, who did, she fumed to herself, thinking with
resentment of her husband's cautiousness.
"Why do you always have to be such a grouch?"
Kathy started at the sound of her own voice and,
realizing that she had spoken her thoughts aloud,
looked furtively around the waiting room, afraid that
the receptionist or someone else might have overheard
her voiced complaint. But the reception area was still
deserted except for the busy blonde at the desk, who
was working the switchboard and writing out messages,
oblivious, it seemed, to Kathy's presence in the room.
Her embarrassment quickly waned and was replaced by
defiance again. What if someone had heard her, she
angrily asked herself. Perhaps, somehow someone might
have figured out who she was talking about and told
Henry what she had said about him.
She hardly had the nerve to tell him anything and the
fact that she always became so intimidated in his
presence made her madder than ever, when she actually
stopped to think about it in the light of their latest
disagreement. All she ever said was, "Yes, darling,"
"No, darling," "I'm wrong again, darling," even when
she knew perfectly well she was right -- at least part
of the time! Well, this time she was going to surprise
him, really shock him, and be right for a change. As
soon as she had a job, they would have so much more
money that they would be able to afford a truly nice
house as well as a healthy savings account... and maybe
that would do something badly needed for their sadly
disintegrating sex-life.
Kathy sat up straight in her chair and her hand flew to
her cheek in horror that she had even thought such a
thing. For a moment she wondered at her own audacity at
daring to even mentally criticize her own beloved
husband's judgment in matters which she knew so little
about. After all, except for a few sessions of back-
seat petting in college, she had been virtually
innocent when she had married Henry and he was the one
male in her life who had ever taken the time and
trouble to be patient and teach her what bit she knew
about physical love.
At least he had in the beginning. But now that she was
finally beginning to lose her fears, to relax and truly
enjoy the sensation of her husband's hard penis
pistoning in and out of her most secret place, instead
of being frightened to death as she had been when they
were first married, Henry seemed to be losing interest
in her sexually.
There, she was thinking the same thing again, the
pretty blonde realized with a sense of self-irritation,
she had decided early in their marriage that it did her
no good at all to question Henry's judgment in matters
like this and yet... and yet, there was obviously
something wrong. Her chocolate-brown eyes clouded over
with regret as she remembered the nights, seemingly so
long ago, when Henry would spend hours coaxing her to
do things that seemed so terrible, like actually
touching his hard, lustfully throbbing penis before he
put it into her, and he had always been right. They
never hurt her and Henry had always provided both of
them with a strange extra enjoyment. That is, all
except for the weird things that he could never
convince her to do, things that she had heard about in
school but did not really think normal people did.
Lately, instead of talking about them, he became angry
when she refused to let him perform those perverse acts
with her, and angrier still, when she refused to do
them to him. It was not as though she had not tried
sometimes. God knows, she always wanted to keep him
happy and in love with her, but she just couldn't force
herself to go through with them, not and feel normal.
Even now, in the business-like atmosphere of Mr.
Alexander's waiting room, she felt herself quivering
with revulsion at the memory of one night, not long
ago, when Henry had tried to push her head down under
the sheets and then the coldness with which he had
treated her afterward, when she had tearfully refused
to obey him. Why wasn't he more understanding, she
sadly wondered. Why couldn't he realize that she had
fears and doubts just like anybody else?
"Mrs. Cummings, Mr. Alexander will see you now."
"Th-thank you," Kathy muttered as she rose
automatically, flustered by the sudden presence of the
blonde receptionist a few feet in front of her chair.
Though she knew it was silly, she could not help but be
embarrassed by the idea that she had been mulling over
such personal things, right there in the anteroom of
Mr. Alexander's office. Suppose his receptionist had
been able to tell what she had been thinking by the
look on her face? It was ridiculous, she knew, and yet
Kathy felt relieved as she stepped into her husband's
boss's office and heard the door shut quietly behind
her.
Chapter 3
"How do you do, Mrs. Cummings," Maxwell Alexander
greeted smoothly as he rose courteously from his chair
and extended his hand to the desirable, fresh-faced
young blonde, a wide charming grin on his face. "It's
certainly a pleasant surprise to see -- I mean, meet
you this afternoon. Now tell me, please, what can I do
for you?"
"Well, Mr. Alexander, it's a little complicated," Kathy
admitted slowly and rather shyly as she glanced
covertly at the ruggedly handsome, middle-aged man who
had seated himself again after making certain that she
was comfortable in her own chair. From Henry's
occasional descriptions of his boss's appearance and
temperament, she had expected Mr. Alexander to look
like a little old wizened man and not at all the
hearty, he-man-like individual seated before her.
"You... you are Mr. Alexander, aren't you?"
"Yes, the very same, my dear," he informed her with a
broad chuckle. Max's gaze intensified as he drank in
the sight of Henry Cummings' young wife's lush, girlish
figure, the birth of a notion sparking in his narrowing
eyes. God, what a juicy little bitch, he thought with
salacious delight. Her long coppery-gold hair and big
fluttery brown eyes were like something out of one of
his wildest fantasies and her body, hell, his mouth was
watering just looking at it. It was sensationally
ravishing, an erotic dream, and he fully intended now
to make that dream come true.
God, how had that punk Cummings ever managed to land a
sexy dish like this, he wondered in speculative
astonishment. Max's mind was already working on the
interesting possibilities of getting a devilish revenge
against his forgetful magazine editor as well as
reaping the sexual fruit of the fool's savory little
wife. He smiled suavely and murmured suggestively,
"Well, I'm sure I have enough time for a lovely young
girl like you. Here, why don't you sit down over there,
on the couch, where we can be comfortable during our
chat?"
"Thank you, Mr. Alexander," Kathy replied in a soft but
uncertain voice as she rose and followed the important,
older man to the plush black leather couch that lined
the span of almost one entire wall of the huge,
sumptuously decorated office. Her thoughts reverted
automatically back to Henry's words about this man, his
employer, that he was "a powerful, dynamic leader of
men," but all she could think of at the moment was how
Max Alexander's penetrating gaze threatened to bore
right through her clothes to her bare flesh when he
stood for what seemed an eternity beside the couch,
above her. She felt a cold shiver of apprehension
course through her, as though his piercing eyes were
stripping her bare, and the ever-fatherly, too-
friendly, tone of voice he used with her made her feel
even more uncomfortable and worried.
"It -- it's very kind of you to see me without my
having made an appointment," she excused herself,
carefully avoiding his eyes as she settled herself more
sedately on the sofa, struggling not to betray her
discomfort around him.
"No, not at all," he reassured expansively. He
recognized the sudden fear blazing clearly in the
beautiful girl's brown eyes when she caught him
blatantly inspecting her stunning, voluptuous body and
he realized with lecherous delight that she was no
doubt just as young and innocent as she seemed to be.
Christ, what else should he expect, since she was
married to Cummings, he concluded sarcastically.
And that was all the better for him, the boss, for what
could be more fun than introducing this perky-looking,
hot little piece of exciting ass to a couple of things
that she could take home to show her husband? He would
make Maxwell Alexander a name that her husband would
remember for the rest of his life. But first, Max
decided, he would have to make this sweet young bitch
feel more at home with him, not so touchy and afraid.
He could hardly wait to get his eager hands and mouth
on those ripe alluring curves of soft flesh and bring
her to a grand pitch of abandonment and ecstasy that
would make her beg, beg for what he had to give her --
good hard cock!
But she had to be ready, he reminded himself and for
the time being he would have to be content just to
relish the youthful choiceness of her tender,
intoxicating body from a discreet distance.
"Forgive me for staring at you, my dear," he said
softly with the same sly practiced sincerity that he
used so often with the more difficult members of his
board of directors. "I don't know quite how to say
this, but I certainly never expected Henry's wife to be
so... so attractive... and intelligent, too, I
imagine."
"Oh, thank you for being so kind, sir, but I'm just a
plain housewife and probably don't deserve so much
praise," Kathy demurred, yet was secretly pleased that
the handsome mature man had immediately discerned the
very thing that she had been trying so hard to show
Henry. It was rewarding to be flattered so generously
and the conversation was going so easily that she could
not resist the temptation to get directly to the point.
"Most men don't think a mere wife needs any brains to
function, but I'd like to show Henry that that's not
really true."
"Oh, that's too bad. I didn't know you two were having
any trouble. I'm afraid I can't understand how any man
could possibly underestimate a charming woman like you.
You can tell me about it, if you want to... And please,
call me Max," he said good-naturedly, tilting his face
downwards to conceal the little smile of triumph that
was twitching at the corners of his mouth. Holy Christ,
he had already found the key to this gorgeous girl's
emotions -- on his very first attempt -- not to mention
what was surely the way into her pants! There was no
doubt about it, Henry Cummings did not know how to
handle his tasty young wife, but, by God, he, Max
Alexander, certainly did... more than she knew... and
he would keep on understanding her so well that she
would still be thanking him for his kindness when he
gained control of her luscious body. "Now, would you
like to have a bit of refreshment with me?"
"Well, I..." Kathy blushed faintly as she tried to make
up her mind about the wisdom of accepting a drink with
Henry's boss.
"Oh, come on, we can talk more easily if we're
relaxed," Max encouraged, a sudden flash of inspiration
triggering his scheming mind on to fresh designs.
"Umm, well, yes, I guess I'd like a small one," she
heard herself say, even though she had never imagined
that she would become friendly so quickly with her
husband's employer. Though it was already well into the
afternoon and Henry would be getting off work in a few
hours, the delicious strawberry-blonde decided
courageously that it could not hurt to talk with this
obviously warm-hearted man for a while longer. After
all, he had immediately understood her predicament, the
kind of problem she was having in her marriage, and she
definitely needed someone to commiserate with her
anyway. Besides, she was almost positive now that she
would get the job whenever she worked up the necessary
bravery to ask for it. It would be nice to become
friends with her future employer -- perhaps even
convenient. "Uh, Max," she began hesitantly, using his
first name for the first time as she watched the tall,
brawny man walk quickly toward a Chinese lacquered
cabinet on the other side of the commodious office,
"please don't make mine too strong. I... I haven't had
much experience at drinking."
"Don't worry yourself, because I'm just going to give
you a bit of rare French liqueur. It's special, some
stuff I had imported," Max assured her, still grinning.
And you, my dear, are going to find out just how
special it is in a few minutes, Max chortled to himself
with a vulgar grin as he withdrew a crystal decanter
from an ornate liquor chest in the corner of the room.
As he reached inside for two cordial glasses, the
gloating executive peered surreptitiously over his
shoulder, slyly feasting his eyes on Kathy's exciting,
sensual body like some sort of monarch about to enjoy a
ritual sacrifice. He could barely wait to see the
effect this drink would have on her, to watch her, to
watch her sweet, innocent face when she first began to
feel the effects of the potent aphrodisiac on her
nervous system.
This licorice-flavored liqueur was generously spiked
with absinthe and Max knew from his own lewd experience
that there was not a single woman in the world who
could successfully resist its legendary lust-producing
powers. He poured an ample portion of the liquid in the
glass he planned to give Kathy and then measured out an
equally large dose for himself, just in case he might
need a bit of extra stimulation after his delightful
session with June earlier that afternoon. But he
doubted he would need it, not with such a fresh,
naturally-arousing young morsel of female flesh such as
Kathy around.
Hell, he could already feel his prick beginning to jump
impatiently in his trousers, just at the idea of
ramming it in someone as young and magnificently formed
as Kathy Cummings appeared to be. The fact that she was
married to that intellectual kid, Henry Cummings, who
had slighted him so rudely in his own company's
magazine, made the prospect all the more pleasing to
think of.
Actually, he was not even really interested in his
revenge anymore, Max decided with a feeling of irony,
as he turned from the liquor cabinet and walked back
briskly toward the opulent leather couch. Seducing
young Cummings' pretty wife had been merely an
intriguing idea at first but now he was much more
excited by the nearness and fragrant scent of the
naive, full-breasted girl seated on the couch before
him. He had fucked a lot of women in his life but
seldom did a man find an opportunity to get his hands
on anything as sweet and fuckable as the thrilling,
tawny-haired young housewife who was now smiling up at
him gratefully as he handed her the brimming glass of
aphrodisiac he had poured and she unsuspectingly
accepted.
The beautiful Mrs. Cummings might even try to play
hard-to-get, at least at first, and that would make it
all the more fun, watching her being slowly subjugated
despite all the moral values and idiotic principles
that she had obviously built up into a kind of fortress
during the relatively short span of her life. Seeing
them all crumble in one cataclysmic fall, when he
rammed his stiff cock deep between her soon-to-be wide-
spread legs, would be a pleasure that was well worth
working for and one that should not be bought too
easily. It might cost him a pretty penny to purchase a
rare aphrodisiac like this, and to maintain an office
as impressive as this one, but that was a cheap price
to pay for the ultimate thrill of that one final
irreparable lunge of his penis into a tight, obviously
little-used pussy like hers.
Max pictured the almost angelic-faced blonde lying flat
on her back with her long, splendid legs pried wide
apart and just the thought of the helpless mewling
grunts of pleasure he would force from her soft, pink
lips goaded his limp prick into aching hardness inside
his trousers, so that he was obliged to sit down
hurriedly beside her before the throbbing bulge
betrayed his true intentions.
"Oh, I really do like this drink," Kathy beamed with a
smile of surprise after she had lifted her glass and
taken a small experimental sip. It tasted like liquid
licorice and went down very smoothly, like velvet. She
lifted her glass again and took a longer sip, relishing
the satiny sweetness.
"Now isn't that better, my dear? Drink up," Max
chuckled, smirking to himself as he raised his own
glass and drained it with one great gulp. He watched
the innocent wife finish off the contents of her glass
and had to resist the temptation to pour them each a
second portion. But he knew he had to be careful. After
all, the little lady would be going home to her husband
that evening and Max found himself wondering
sardonically if the forgetful punk would even know what
to do if his choice little wife suddenly began to
behave like a sex-crazed slut. It would be interesting
to observe some other time, he thought, but for now he
would have to watch his step until he had her
completely under his influence, which, if he had his
way, would not take very long to accomplish.
"So then, tell me about your problems, Kathy," the
older man said in a fake but convincingly paternal tone
of voice as he settled his husky frame back into the
softness of the black leather sofa, his hip a scant few
inches from her sleekly formed thigh. With studied
nonchalance, he slipped one arm up on the cushions
behind her shoulders, leaning closer toward her as he
added jovially, "I can't imagine any problem with Henry
that you couldn't handle with just a flutter of those
eyelashes of yours."
"Oh, Max, this is serious," she protested almost gaily,
giggling in spite of herself. Strangely, she was
already beginning to feel the effects of the drink he
had given her, a warm, euphoric lightheadedness and
slight tingling sensation all over her soft ivory
flesh, and suddenly she was no longer as afraid of this
wealthy imposing man who was now sitting so close to
her.
Having made up her mind to be absolutely frank with
Max, she looked down at her hands clasped in her lap
and slowly announced, "Henry doesn't take me seriously
at all, Mr. Alexander... I mean, Max. No matter what I
do, to him I'm either stupid or just plain wrong, and
to tell you the truth, I'm getting awfully tired of it.
I want to show him that I have a good mind and am
perfectly capable of using it!"
"Of course, my dear, of course you can," Max soothed as
he reached over and patted her arm to confirm his
words. "And I'm sure that together, you and I will be
able to figure out a way to show him that you're not
someone who deserves to be sold short. As a matter of
fact, if you weren't married to Henry, you'd probably
have a career of your own and, if you don't mind my
saying so, there would be quite a few men after your
beautiful young body."
Kathy shivered slightly from the abrupt change of tone
in his voice and at the unexpected boldness of his
somehow clammy touch. Before, he had been gracious and
rather fatherly, protective in his understanding of her
marital troubles with Henry, but now, suddenly, he had
changed in a matter of minutes. And she also detected a
certain brazen confidence in his manner that frightened
her and for some reasons made her feel even more
apprehensive than she had felt when she had first
walked into his office.
She picked up her glass again, hoping to find more of
the comforting warmth that the liqueur had given her,
but she found that her glass was empty.
"I think that one of those is enough for you," the
middle-aged company president advised her with a deep
laugh as he caught her staring down unhappily into her
glass. As the exquisitely-shaped young blonde looked up
at him in confused dismay, he grinningly added, "Well,
we wouldn't want you to go home drunk, would we? Your
husband might think that you were out doing something
naughty this afternoon, instead of staying home to be
the good little housekeeper he thinks you are."
"Yes, while he's interviewing all those beautiful
models all day in his office," Kathy said bitterly,
unknowingly echoing Max's own thoughts of earlier that
afternoon. Sitting up straight then on the plush couch,
she suddenly shook out her long, glistening red-gold
tresses in a gesture of angry defiance. "Maybe I should
do something naughty for a change, to show him that he
can't always take me so much for granted. I'm not just
a piece of furniture in his house, you know!"
"I'll say this, dear -- if you were, I'd like to buy
out the store where he bought you," Max smiled, nodding
his head up and down. "In any case, believe me, you're
much more beautiful than all of those other gorgeous
girls who keep floating in and out of his office all
the time."
Clucking softly, he reached over and draped his arm
around her wispy waist, tightening his hold as he
pulled her close back against his broad muscular
shoulder. She little realized what she was doing as she
allowed herself to fall limply back against him, all
the fight taken out of her by Max's last words about
her husband's constant contact with the lovely models.
She had never dared to ask Henry who actually found and
hired all those girls in the magazine but now a
terrible suspicion began to form in her mind about why
their own sex life was suffering so much.
Good God, if a man had dozens of beautiful sexy women
in his office every day, why would he bother to care
about his devoted wife who was always waiting at home
for him? Why would he take the time to discuss strange
and unusual sex acts, though, when he could undoubtedly
find all the variation he wanted right in the privacy
of his own office? Surely they would gladly do all he
asked, and more, even worse perverted acts than his own
dumb little wife could think of, the blonde reasoned in
a sudden fury of jealousy. Maybe, just maybe it was
because Henry was even more of a stranger to her than
she had imagined lately; maybe he got some sort of evil
thrill out of having a faithful wife as someone he
could always count on and a stable of pretty girls at
the same time.
The hurtful humiliation that had plagued her ever since
their argument the night before, was suddenly magnified
a thousand-fold and a slow, biting anger seethed inside
her, burning away the tears that had begun to form from
the shock of the notion that had just occurred to her.
But her thoughts were brought to a swift halt as Max
slipped his hand slowly up along her side and cupped
her delicate rib-cage warmly in his palm, under her
breast. He could see the change in her expression as
the suggestive hint of the proposal of her also doing
something naughty he had planted in her slowly blurring
brain took better hold and he waited, knowing that at
any moment the absinthe would begin its gradual
conscience-killing effect on her unguarded nervous
system. He knew it would not be long now before this
bewitching little creature was his, in his own personal
trophy bag. She was not quite ready yet, but in a few
minutes at the most, the aphrodisiac and a little
friendly persuasion on his part would quell any
resistance that she had left to frustrate his plans for
her.
Kathy's wakening body stiffened momentarily as she felt
the older man's hand daringly caressing her full right
breast, stroking and squeezing the gently palpitating
white flesh until a delicious fluttery feeling began to
take command of her nerves. She flushed with guilt as
she felt a shameful fleeting desire to press the satin-
smooth quivering mound more solidly into her husband's
boss' excitedly sweating palm. Something strange was
happening to her mind and body, something that she was
absolutely powerless to understand, and she squirmed
her smoothly rounded young buttocks nervously against
the corded edge of the couch cushion, trembling with
disbelief as she felt the shocking electrical contact
against the soft hair-lined lips of her moistening
pussy under her navy-blue dress and silken panties.
God, it was horrible to admit, but it felt better than
anything she had ever felt in her life and, powerless
to restrain herself, she ground her hips down furtively
with greater force against the cushion edge as her
breath began to quicken more and more.
Could she be drunk from that one innocent drink that
Max had given her, Kathy wondered with breathless
perplexity as she felt the nipples of her breasts grow
twitchingly hard in unwanted physical arousal? She had
only been joking when she had said that she should do
something "naughty" and now it was all she could do not
to throw herself wantonly on Maxwell Alexander and
press her blazingly hot body against his.
She shuddered and chilled from the sexual acceleration
that thinking something forbidden gives, even while
still struggling to resist the sensations of raw
forbidden lust that were now pulsing maddeningly
through her surging veins.
"This couch is almost like a bed, isn't it?" Max's low
voice insinuated into her thoughts. "Are you
comfortable, my dear? How do you feel now?"
"Fu -- funny... I -- I don't know..." she answered in a
strange other-worldly voice, her girlish heart pounding
savagely in her rapidly moving chest. She was aware of
nothing but Max's brazen fingertips rubbing lightly
over her painfully erect nipples under her dress,
stopping occasionally to pinch each one to an even more
stinging hardness and causing a series of ripples of
fantastic sensations to dance freely through her
alerted nerves each time he did it.
Her breath was steadily quickening, coming in tight
gasps as the burning sensation in her trim little belly
grew with maddening intensity. She knew that she was in
trouble now, trouble of her own doing, but she also
knew that she should not allow Henry's boss to squeeze
and knead her breasts this way. Still, though, she did
not really want to estrange this warm, suddenly
exciting man who had, until a short time ago, been so
gentle and compassionate with her.
"Please, Mr. Alexander, I m -- mean, M -- Max," she
objected weakly as she tried desperately to... I came
to talk to you about... about a job. I have to... to
prove -- "
"You don't have to prove anything to me, baby," Max
growled suddenly in obscene delight as he saw the
helpless confusion that was registering on Kathy's
vibrant young face. "If that punk husband of yours
isn't man enough for you, there's someone here who is!"
Max jerked her head abruptly toward him with his heavy
hand and pressed his muggy lips wetly to her, grinding
his mouth tightly against her mouth. The terrified
young wife groaned and struggled uselessly for a sudden
panicky moment, feeling his hand pressing then even
more demandingly into the pillowy softness of her ivory
breast.
"Relax, baby," he whispered into the fragrant warmth of
her full-fleshed young lips. "Just let yourself go...
and you won't be sorry."
Uncertain of what she should do, Kathy let herself go
almost completely limp as he had commanded, surprised
at the softness of his lips pressing onto her moist
mouth. The thought crossed her befuddled mind that this
was the first time another man had kissed her since she
had been married. She had practically forgotten what it
was like and had to admit to herself that he did know
what he was doing, that he actually seemed fairly
accomplished as a lover. In spite of what she
considered was valiant effort on her part to resist any
emotional response whatsoever, she could feel tiny,
butterfly-like ripples of pleasure flitting suddenly
through her nervously quivering stomach. Without
conscious will, she allowed her arms to entwine tightly
behind his head, but then, as she felt the short
bristly hairs that grew from the nape of his thick,
muscular neck, so different from the soft, curling
tendrils, almost silk-like, that always hung over
Henry's shirt collar, Kathy drew back reflexively in
startled horror. What was she doing with this strange
man, her own husband's boss? What on earth was wrong
with her?
"No, Max, no, we can't... can't do this," she cried out
in real fright as she tried to twist away from his
insistent, presumptuous embrace.
"Why not, baby?" Max whispered, breathing thickly,
sliding one hand down to the soft roundness of her
enticing young buttocks and pulling her loins forward
rudely until her dress slithered far up her smooth
creamy thigh pressed tightly against the rough woolen
fabric of his trousers. "Your dear hubby is probably
down there playing between one of his models legs this
very minute. What's the matter, are you afraid to even
the score a little?"
Kathy's desirable young body tensed as she felt Max
begin to recklessly massage the smoothly curved cheeks
of her buttocks, squeezing them and releasing them with
a hypnotic rhythm that stirred her from head to foot.
He twisted toward her, forcing her loins hard against
his own anxious loins, and ground ruthlessly against
her, his mouth still locked wetly to hers. She gasped
in astonishment and held her breath as she felt the
bulging hardness under his pants press demandingly into
the tender plane of her soft young belly. The sweet
licorice liqueur drifted laxity through her
bloodstream, intensifying the unwanted, uncontrollable
sensations beginning to course through her aroused
body.
The blonde's wide brown eyes clenched firmly shut as
she fought the vile seduction of her body with all of
her strength, but the gentle urgency of his fingers
digging greedily into her flesh, and the hardness of
his excitedly rising penis pressing into her stomach
through her dress, brought further soft moans of
helpless submission tumbling from her open lips. Her
very wantonness and Max's slyly insinuated hint that
her own husband might be committing adultery with some
beautiful model at this very minute in this very
building were slowly taking their full toll on the
innocent girl's tortured mind.
"Christ, but you're stacked, baby. I'm going to really
enjoy this little fuck."
"Oh, don't please don't talk like that," Kathy
whimpered like a child as she felt the lewd but
delicious sensations still tingling across the alert
surface of her skin at the sound of the indecent word.
"No one h -- has ever said anything like that to me! N
-- not even Henry!"
"Always a first time for everything, love," Max
chuckled lewdly, dropping his hand down further between
their tightly-clamped bodies to stroke the lithe
suppleness of her lower belly with a teasing lightness.
"Oh God, don't touch me there! You can't," she moaned,
her awakened body slack and defenseless from the
strange erotic sensations that seemed to be taking
complete control of her innocent young being. She
jerked slightly as she felt Max's fingers hooking and
sliding the material of her prim little dress up the
front of her thighs. She sobbed in dazed bewilderment
and tried again to pull away, calling upon all her
willpower to fight the blazing tongues of lust that
were slowly overwhelming her, the heated flames of
forbidden desire licking downward from the pit of her
stomach to tease hotly in the moistly rising wetness
between her thighs.
"Sweetie, I'm going to fuck you and you're going to
love it. It'll teach that goddamned smart-ass young
husband of yours to get his mind off his models long
enough to remember to put my picture in my own
magazine," Max grinned, gloating. "And whenever you get
bored with what you're getting at home, you'll always
know, by God, where you can come to get some real
cock."
Kathy gasped and shivered with apprehension as she felt
the hem of her dress being moved up to the tops of her
golden-tanned legs and his searching fingers come
directly into contact with the tender sensitive flesh
of her satiny inner thighs. Her thoughts whirled
incoherently as she heard her own hot breathing in the
office, the silence growing otherwise to be a
noticeable thing as the minutes went by. The sound of a
slight cotton-like rustle of fabric whispered with her
breathing as the hem of her skirt rubbed against the
black, unyielding surface of the couch. God, it was
driving her crazy!!!
She edged her pubic mound slowly up closer to the
illicit pleasure of his hand, her hardened little
clitoris beating invitingly against the wetness of her
panty crotch-band. Then, unexpectedly, one fingertip
found the narrow sensitive slit of her vagina between
her slightly spread thighs and pressed the protective
nylon material wetly into it, parting the fleecy,
surrounding hair and making sudden exciting contact
with the tiny throbbing head of her inflamed clitoris.
It was wet and slippery from the involuntary pangs of
pure desire that filled her entire being and she sucked
in her breath noisily to hold back the shameful groan
of pleasure that was building deep in her chest.
She did not dare to make a sound, for Max would know
how weak she really was -- that physically she was
every bit as lustful as he was. She could do nothing
but lie back against the back of the couch, helplessly
vulnerable, as he roamed his hands deliberately over
her hotly-responding body, taking obscene liberties
with her as he wished. There was no way she knew to
ward him off as in her horror she realized that her
aroused body was reacting on its own to his bold
caressing of her passion-seared buttocks and vagina.
Her panties were now totally drenched up between her
legs and her luscious white buttocks were squirming
without shame to the teasing manipulations of his hand
rummaging in her loins.
"Please, M -- Max you mustn't do this to me," she
wailed admonishingly, half-heartedly attempting to
invest her tone with an authoritative note of
accusation. But her own voice betrayed her, seeming to
come from faraway, a frail, shaky sound that was not at
all what she had intended. Her brain was sinking in a
swamp of vagueness and lassitude, and only the
feverish, burning palpitations in her full breasts and
white loins mattered now. She knew she was being taken
advantage of, cruelly, but still nothing mattered at
that moment but the thriving sexual stirrings that were
steadily taking over her young mind and body.
"All right, baby, if that's the way you want it," Max's
sneering voice sliced suddenly into her doped
consciousness, "then maybe we ought to forget the whole
thing."
Max rose abruptly from her side, his nostrils flaring
with faked anger. He knew the aphrodisiac had taken its
toll and that he was in no real danger of losing her if
he had his fun and tormented her a while longer.
Kathy was alone in that instant, lying sprawled on the
black leather sofa that belonged to a stranger, her own
husband's employer, her arms dangling down uselessly at
her sides as she stared, bewildered, up at Max
Alexander standing above her, grinning down at her with
leering, merciless impertinence. She could not wholly
understand the full lascivious meaning implied by his
evil expression and could concentrate only on the fire
now blazing out of control up between her legs, making
her almost-virginal breasts swell and tighten more, the
lean white surface of her stomach contracting
automatically in a slow tortuous writhing motion. Her
breathing was labored, rising and falling with the
effort of her excitement.
"Go on home then, you silly little bitch," he taunted,
backing away from her voluptuously quivering body with
a scornful laugh. "Go on home to that cheating husband
of yours and your brooms and mops, and forget about the
job you want... the one in public relations I had in
mind for you. Hell, that kind of job takes a real
woman, not a sniveling young homebody!"
Kathy gaped up at him in wonderment, her lust-fogged
mind unable to comprehend the total meaning of what she
was hearing. Before, her feelings had been an odd
mixture of relief and disappointment when her husband's
boss had suddenly decided to deprive her of his thrill-
provoking caresses, but now she was becoming uncertain
and wrenched by misgiving. A job such as the one he had
mentioned was something she had dreamed of, a sort of
passport to a land of interesting people and
adventurous parties, a land that might make even Henry
respect her as a real person. God, it would be so easy,
she thought yearningly; so easy just to forget and let
go, to spread her legs wide and do what Henry's boss
wanted her to do.
The way she felt right now, with tide after tide of
mind-reeling desire rising ever higher in her, dizzying
and confusing her until she could barely think, it
might be a kind of relief to succumb to him to satisfy
this weird blazing inferno inside her youthful limbs.
Yes, she wanted to have this middle-aged, imposing man
standing over her; she wanted him almost more than she
had ever wanted anything in her life; but even in the
tempting stress of the moment, she knew that she could
not do anything that harsh and basically unfair to her
husband. No, she loved him too much to ever let some
fleeting affair jeopardize their life together.
What could she have been thinking of when she allowed
her youthful body to respond so passionately to Max's
lewd suggestions, she wondered as she straightened her
still-trembling form up determinedly on the couch. She
pulled down her dress to cover the white lacy panties
that were exposed to Max's view.
"Don't think your brainy husband's position in the
company is all that secure, either," the executive
grumbled brutishly as he watched his delectable prey
struggling with her conscience. "Possibly, you would've
saved him his job... something any real wife should be
happy to do." He shrugged with feigned indifference,
his voice fading as he turned away from her expression
of fearful attention. She stared at him in meek
subservience, still unable to speak or show that she
understood what he was saying. It was as though she had
fallen into the grip of some kind of waking nightmare
and, finally, she smiled hopefully, wishing that her
tormentor would relent and admit that the whole thing
was merely a joke. But the stony glare on his face
convinced her that no reprieve was in store.
Oh God, would Henry ever understand, ever trust her
again if he somehow found out about this, this silly
attempt to prove herself as a woman? No, she decided,
he would never be able to forgive her for this idiotic
mistake, not after last night's argument. At this
point, Kathy could not even bring herself to object
when Max sat down beside her again and began with
insulting calmness to unzip the side of her dress. What
was even more humiliating, she knew that she really
wanted him to -- that she wanted to be naked and have
her lust-crazed body kissed and caressed until the
unwanted fires in her blood were mercifully quenched.
She gazed down miserably at the thickly-carpeted floor,
the chasm of torment between her shame and drug-induced
desire making her eyes fill with tears of embarrassed
frustration. All her young life she had been in
control, at movies and even in the back seats of cars
when boys had tried to take advantage of her -- to use
her lush body -- but now she was defenseless against
this sadistically-smiling man... and worse yet, against
herself also.
Chapter 4
"So you want a job, eh?" Maxwell Alexander hissed down
into Kathy's beautifully pathetic face?" With one
single hard downward jerk he ripped the zipper of her
dress all the way down to the split of cleavage at the
top of her ass-cheeks. She could feel the cool rush of
air against her naked skin as he stripped it rudely up
and over her urgently-clamoring buttocks. Next came the
fastenings of her brassiere and she heard him utter an
appreciative sigh of obscene approval as he jerked it
away and her ripely huge young breasts burst into view.
Now that it was really happening, she could not quite
grasp the whole meaning of the older man's crudeness...
his threats... his cruelty.
Suddenly, Max dropped to his knees in front of her as
she teetered above him, hooking his fingers in the
elastic band at the top of her panties as he pulled
them with teasing slowness down over the softness of
her full, round buttocks until they bunched in a
skimpy, silky ring down around her ankles. Completely
naked now, Kathy rose and stood before the big man in
all her prick-stiffening beauty, like a Venus, gazing
down at him on his knees in front of her. She saw a
wickedly satisfied smile on his face and felt herself
sway dangerously, almost losing her balance when she
felt him breathe hotly against her butter-smooth tummy
and then press his moist lips wetly against the white,
bare flesh just above her pubic vee.
God, what bliss!... The wet touch of his tongue sent a
responsive shiver through her and she reached down with
both hands to hold on as well as she could to his head
to keep from falling. Mistaking this as a sign of
submission, Max dropped his lips lower to the soft
blonde pubic hair surrounding her vaginal slit and
kissed the slight moistness gleaming on the excitedly
pulsating lips. She jumped with alarm from the sudden
shocking contact and lost what balance she had,
staggering backwards toward the couch.
The edge of the cushion caught her just below both
knees and she fell, sprawling almost flat on her back
on the soft black leather, her legs opening wide as she
landed. He leaped forward and caught her in that
position as she tried feebly to kick and close her
legs. The panting bulky man crawled up on the couch,
running his hot tongue over his lips to savor the sweet
young pungency of her female aroma left there, kissing
her nakedly stripped flesh like a conquering warrior.
He crouched between her legs on his knees and elbows as
he leered lewdly down at her, his white, even teeth
showing through his lewdly grimacing lips as he grinned
down at the delicious feast of her youthful squirming
nakedness. Holding her legs with his hands, he pressed
his knees out against her ankles and leaned down
further to the place his sweat dampened palms against
the delicate tender whiteness of the insides of her
thighs. She wanted to put up a struggle, some sort of
real resistance against this indignity, but she seemed
to be totally unable to push him away and so just lay
there with her eyes open wide in abject terror. She
could not fathom her behavior or why she could even
bear to have this foul beast in the same room with her,
let alone touching her secret place with his mouth as
he had a moment ago.
She could see him haunched down on all fours between
her wide-spread thighs, grinning up at her between her
lush upstanding breasts as though he were a beast of
prey ready to pounce on its helpless, fear-stricken
victim and devour it in a savage sexually driven feast.
Saliva dripped from his open mouth and fell on her
narrow, slightly wet, vaginal split, mingling with her
own juices there. She could sense it trailing down
between the smooth soft cheeks of her buttocks in a
teasing little tickling sensation.
"You're going to love this, baby," he hissed. She could
feel his sweating palms press outward against her
creamy white inner thighs, holding them wide apart. Her
fearfully cringing vagina was totally naked to him,
open to do as he willed, and she watched with a small
gasp as his head lowered slowly, slowly, and then his
breath was coursing hotly over her genitals again.
"Oooooh, pleeeeease!" the beautiful young blonde jerked
as his lips closed moistly over the soft furry mound at
the base of her belly. His face disappeared from her
view into the soft pubic region as he planted maddenly
tortuous kisses on the still defensively closed little
opening, his tongue flicking out like a tiny snake into
the sparse blonde pubic hairs on the quivering cuntal
flanges, tickling and nipping at them with his teeth.
The unexpected wet searing contact with the sensitive,
throbbing opening of her inflamed vagina brought a
gasping moan from deep in Kathy's throat.
She had never let anyone do this to her and, though it
sent strange sensations of pleasure rippling out of
control through her body, she was certain that she
should make some attempt to stop this terrible,
perverted act. She clenched her brown eyes tightly shut
and tried desperately to screw her buttocks away from
the hot flicking tongue jabbing without mercy into her
defenseless pussy, but his only response was a lewd
snicker and another spearing thrust into the hot,
tingling hole.
In spite of her revulsion at the horrible thing he was
doing to her, Kathy felt her ripe young body beginning
to respond with deep-rooted waves of passion that
rippled in her heaving belly, down to the throbbing
flesh between her thighs. Even, in her drug-dimmed
mind, she could barely believe what she was doing and
yet her buttocks jerked madly as the darting tongue
sent helpless spasms of delicious sensation coursing
through her raw nerves.
The realization that she was actually enjoying the
obscene caresses of a virtual stranger, behind her
husband's back, came flooding back into her
consciousness and she fought with all her will against
the tiny licking sparks that threatened to burst into
uncontrollable flame and devour her in her
helplessness, but it was a futile effort while Max
Alexander sucked relentlessly at her naked wet loins
below.
She felt his hands move sensuously up over her stomach
to her full, involuntarily throbbing breasts. He
pinched the pink little buds of her nipples to painful
erection, sending shivers of unwanted pleasure all
through her nerves, betraying her mind and conscience
like invisible Judas-like pin pricks of wonderful
sensuality. It was the result of her fear, Kathy
thought, grasping desperately for an explanation of the
desire rising in her; it was the emotional shock of
being blackmailed and earlier imagining her own husband
making love to the ravishing models in his office... in
this very building... Had he really cheated on her that
way? How could she ever ask him now? Kathy wondered
despairingly as she envisioned her marriage crumbling
to ashes as a result of this terrible afternoon.
The terrified naked girl was hardly even aware of her
present surroundings and could not clearly remember all
that had happened since she had first entered her
husband's employer's office. Nothing registered but the
obscene currents of passionate fever racing in her
blood along with the potent French aphrodisiac that she
had innocently drunk such a short time ago.
Her own hands moved down over his hands on her full
breasts, pressing them harder against the soft white
mounds and then pushing them aside impatiently so that
she could cup them firmly in her palms. Then, growing
bolder as the itch of lust increased in every atom of
her young body, she released her breasts and slid her
hands down over her smooth, flat tummy, her fingers
finally coming to a halt on either side of his hotly
nibbling mouth.
Her fingertips stroked tenderly for a moment at the
flexing hollows of her inner thighs and then moved in
to slowly spread apart the fleshy pulsing lips of her
moistly throbbing cuntal furrow, allowing his eager
probing tongue complete access to the thin, vertical
little mouth of her pussy. Her elbows pressed tightly
against her ribs and her head lolled uncontrollably
from side to side on the black rolled leather of the
couch arm as her husband's boss, Max's hot searing
tongue shot out, its soft flicking tip circling the
erectness of the tremulously quivering clitoris.
"Ooooohhhh," she moaned, her silken blonde hair
shimmering in the bright illumination of the golden
sunlight through the penthouse office window. He sucked
with his lips, drawing the soft warm folds of her
vaginal opening deep into the hot cavern of his mouth,
his tongue continuing its maddening licking against the
straining pink nodule of her sex. She groaned huskily
from deep in her throat as the hot busy tip worked its
way up and down the length of the narrow wet crevice,
starting at the top and pressuring its way down, down
over the elastic portal of flesh surrounding her vagina
and lower into the valley of her now rhythmically
flexing buttocks where it paused momentarily to pay a
wet probing homage to the tight brown ring of sensitive
rubbery skin circling her throbbing little asshole.
"Yesssss, oooooh yeeeeesssss," Kathy gasped now
shamelessly encouraging him as her whitely curved hips
ground down hard into the leather cushion, her whole
lower body writhing out of control as whining little
animal sounds of rising desire escaped pitifully from
between her tightly clenched teeth. Max labored like a
madman between his young editor's wife's widely gaping
thighs, feeling the soft wet pubic hair brushing
tantalizingly against the cheeks of his face. He felt a
sense of tremendous power he had never imagined
possible, not even in his wildest fantasies. He
actually had this almost virginal young beauty
squirming under his merciless tongue, loving it,
begging for it, groaning louder each time he drove the
tip of his oral member deeper into the steaming hot
crevice of her vagina...
Shit, this was even better than he had expected and now
he wanted to hear her beg for more, to plead for more
of the debasement that would undermine her very soul
and enslave her completely. Not even the powerful
aphrodisiac had fired up the other girls he had seduced
to this pitch of excitement, he thought, relishing the
fact that the lovely blonde wife had no way of knowing
that this was only the beginning for her. The brawny
slavering millionaire realized that she was too far
gone to resist anything he might plan for her and in
his mind he began to luxuriate in the expectations of
all the "Parties" and "gang fucks" he would arrange for
his business associates, once this lovely little piece
began work in "public relations."
Max chortled obscenely as he felt Kathy Cummings'
slender fingers clawing at his thick, grey-flecked
hair, trying to grasp his head in a desperately driven
effort to guide his male face to the palpitating
opening of her naked cunt. He ran his tongue out
farther into the soft-rimmed flesh, flicking and
swirling it for a moment in the moistness, and then
quickly withdrawing it to tease again around the
ragged, pinkly throbbing pussy lips. She responded by
screwing her loins higher, searching, and her hands
locked her upthrust groin. He allowed her to force him
this time and locked his mouth vice-like over the tight
little hole between her now hungrily squirming
buttocks.
As his mouth rounded out in a large "O" shape and his
lips covered the clasping viscous opening, Max thrust
his tongue further in, bringing a low guttural moan
from the beautiful girl whose soft warm thighs closed
convulsively around both sides of his bobbing head. He
could feel the wet young cuntal flesh slip moistly
around his long extended tongue as the walls of the
young woman's lewdly violated vagina opened and closed
spasmodically in a tiny, thirsty sucking motion, trying
to pull the maddening scarlet lance deeper and deeper
into it. It felt as though the hungry nibbling pussy
would pull out his tongue by the roots and devour it
alive.
Her hands were grasped tightly behind his head to pull
him harder against the tiny hard clitoris above, his
nose eagerly breathing in the pungent odor of her
freely flowing lust juices. The musky aroma of her
female arousal incited his cock to a hardness that he
could hardly control... Jesus Christ, he was nearing
the brink of insanity himself and was afraid that his
balls would suddenly erupt to splatter his impatient
cum all over his expensive, tailor-made trousers!
Kathy's entire being was adrift in the fiery tide of
the moment. Every single muscle in her girlish body was
tensed to the snapping point as she strained her naked
vaginal plane upward toward the thrilling wet probe
between her trembling thighs. Oh God, it was more
ecstatically exciting than anything she had ever felt
or believed could be! She had never realized that sex
could be like this and her updrawn legs squeezed open
and shut around the tormenting head fastened hard on
her flame-seared hole, milking all she could of the
pleasure it gave her.
"Aaaaahhhhh," she groaned, the cords of her slender
neck flexing as she writhed. The blonde splayed her
legs even wider to grant him full access to her
delicious young loins as she frantically darted both of
her hands to his ears, tugging forward on them until he
thought she would virtually rip them off.
Confident now of the complete surrender of her
enraptured body, Max suddenly forced his head from the
clutching grip of her hands and stood up beside the
couch. Kathy blinked dizzily at him, totally and
agonizingly aware that she had lost his pleasure-giving
mouth. Unconsciously, she squirmed her now desperately
wanting loins up in an arch in the air as if someone
would magically appear to drench the raw, animal fires
that were raging out of control within her hungry
loins.
Suddenly she realized that her husband's boss was
stripping off his clothes, dropping them piece by piece
onto the carpet at his feet. Less than a minute later,
he was standing over her, completely naked, his thick
pulsing penis jutting out like a gleaming white tree
trunk from between his hairy legs. She stared openly at
the heavily-veined shaft of flesh rising with the
ominous aspect of a totem pole from beneath Max's
slightly paunchy belly. Her senses were now so riled
that she could barely focus her eyes. The throbbing
organ seemed to be at least twice as large as her
husband's, its broad head huge and spreading out even
more as she watched. She cringed inwardly, thinking
that no woman could possibly take something that
monstrous and hard up inside her body... She would be
split asunder, torn, forever ruined and of no use to
any man again, whether husband or lover.
"What do you think of this, baby? Have you ever seen a
cock as big as this before?" he asked crudely, his lips
curled back in a wicked sneer as he took the massive
penis in both hands and waved it obscenely at her
fearfully bulging eyes. Kathy lay frozen under the
appalling crudity of his obscene words -- and yet their
very lewdness excited her more and more, so that she
was at a loss to understand her own reactions to what
was happening. She could feel the increasing moisture
seeping out her pussy walls and crossed her legs to
press them closer together, trying to ease the burning
sensation that was churning madly in the pit of her
slim belly.
Max's fervent licking and sucking of her inexperienced
young vagina had turned her entire body into a tense
bundle of raw nerve-ends that she was powerless to
control. She continued to stare at the impassioned
company president's hard cock as it grew even larger,
soaking up more blood and standing out further and
further, a granite-hard pole of flesh that was an
inflamed pink right up to the collar of skin under the
head. The head itself was purplish, larger in diameter
than the base, like a knuckleless fist at the end of an
upraised arm. He was enjoying the insulting effect it
was having on her as he pointed the semen-oozing tip
directly at her face.
"Answer me," he barked. "How do you like my nice big
prick? Wouldn't you love to have it shoved up between
those pretty legs of yours?"
"I -- I don't know... It... it's so big," Kathy
stammered, hating herself for not obeying her instinct
to rise and flee from the office, from him and the
certainty of what was soon to happen. But the potent
aphrodisiac he had given her, plus everything else that
had happened so far that afternoon to break down her
defenses, rendered her incapable of moving or wanting
anything at all but what was in store for her if she
remained there on the couch. Then, as though he had
heard her thoughts, he stepped proudly up to the side
of the sofa and sat down beside her, reaching over with
both hands to seize her lush breasts and squeeze them
together like huge straining grapefruits. She could
feel small pin-pricks of a wildly rising sexual
excitement racing through the tips of them as he rolled
the light-brown ever hardening nipples between his
thumbs and forefingers.
She tried to turn away, reflexively, not wanting to
succumb, to make a last futile stand against the
impending surrender of her wifely honor, but the
pressure of his strong male grip was altogether too
much for her in her present state of mind. Nothing
mattered but her feelings and she had forgotten about
being a proper young housewife, about her husband,
Henry, about everything except the sheer joy of having
this middle-aged man's nakedly lusting body sweating
hotly against her tingling female flesh.
His hands dropped from her bulging white breasts to
fondle the curved young nudity of her hips and trace
the lovely full convexities of her sides. She felt the
gouging hardness of his huge cock against her thigh as
he leaned over her, his hands busy with their
manipulations of her lower belly and his hot mouth now
clamped over one breast, sucking and pulling at it,
frequently pausing to nip and nibble with his teeth at
the erect bud-like nipple.
"Now do you want it? Now do you want some stiff prick
shoved in you?" he asked harshly, his voice sharp and
rasping, glorying in making the innocent young wife of
one of his employees listen to their crudeness.
"Oh... I... I'm afraid," the beautiful young woman
responded innocently, unaware that her very
helplessness served only to excite him more. He knew
that she was raging inside, that her body was exploding
with desire from his touch and the aphrodisiac she had
trustingly swallowed. Despite her real fear, she could
not tear her hot gaze from the indecent sight of his
enormous cock. As she watched, it jerked slightly
higher, causing her to shiver and blush reflexively as
she despised herself for the surges of base desire that
made her ache to have him sunk deep up inside her
eagerly waiting belly.
In a remote corner of her mind, she kept repeating over
and over to herself that she only wanted this burly
man, a man who was probably old enough to be her
father, because she had no choice but to appease him
for fear of Henry losing his job. But even she knew in
the foremost part of her consciousness that it was only
an excuse to herself and that sheer sexual craving was
the real force behind everything she was experiencing.
Erotic tremors ran up her back at the sight of Max's
fully erect prick standing out from his virile loins
like a massive cobra whose head fanned out menacingly
at the end of its pulsing length. God, it was huge she
marveled, unable to take her eyes from the tremendous
fleshy length.
"Yes... I want it," she finally murmured, training her
smoky, desire-clouded eyes for a moment on his face as
he feasted on her breasts, now flushed and swollen from
the mauling of his mouth. The candor of her confession
seemed to delight him and he wasted no time as he
lifted himself from her, grasping her shoulders to move
her into a better position, length-wise, on the soft
leather cushions. Using her huge, firmly white breasts
for leverage, he pulled himself on top of her, his
heavier weight along the length of her body squashing
her down into the sofa.
He came to rest directly between her helplessly
pulsating legs, forcing them wider apart with his own
thick hairy thighs as he pulled her tightly against him
and dropped one hand down between them to take the long
hard throbbing cock in his fingers and guide it
forward, using the thick rubbery tip to part the wet
fleshy lips of her now voracious demanding pussy. She
flung her head to one side on the cushions, closing her
eyes and groaning in mingled excitement and despair as
she felt its first hot startling contact against the
ragged pink edges of her moistly glistening cunt. She
held her breath for what seemed an eternity, lying
there in utter wantonness beneath him, not even daring
to breathe or move.
"Oooooh, God, hurry!" she finally moaned, no longer
caring what he thought of her for allowing this
indecent attack on her young, desirable body.
But then he pushed forward, splitting her cunt lips
wider, and she felt the first wave of pain from the
cruel pressure of his inhumanely huge cock on the
tender outer walls of her pussy.
"Oh, nooooo, waaaaiiiit -- it's too big!" she cried as
the thick tip slipped further in, stretching wide the
tiny, hair-fringed entrance until Kathy felt as if her
abdomen were splitting wide-apart from the relentless
outward force of his merciless probing.
"Stop, please, for God's sake, you're hurting me,
you're hurting me!" She was almost screaming as she
jerked open her eyes in agony and saw that he had not
even heard her and was lost in the perverted delight of
subjugating her helplessly-pinioned body. Suddenly his
no longer handsome but now lustfully staring face
twisted into a contorted expression of sheer animal
desire as he looked down at the defenseless girl lying
spread-eagled beneath him, the head of his large virile
penis disappearing inch by inch into the soft, blondly
curling hair of her pussy.
He fell forward then, his weight smashing her full
rounded breasts tightly back against her heaving lungs
as he thrust his hips forward and rammed into her soft
hot belly, the long, thick prick gliding into cunt like
a driving telephone pole and pushing the delicate moist
flesh of her cuntal walls before it in helplessly
rippling waves. There was no stopping him and he rammed
on, deeper and deeper, until with a loud groan, his
sperm inflated balls smacked loudly against the wide
held cheeks of her naked buttocks.
"Aaaaagggghhhh!" she screamed beneath him. She had
never been so utterly filled in her life and his bone-
hard, heavily-veined cock felt as though it had ripped
her vaginal passage into a thousand tiny shreds as he
slammed into her without thought of mercy or injury to
her tender insides. And now it lay sunk deep in her
belly, filling it to the point of bursting. There was
not a single tiny ridge of flesh on it that she could
not feel as it pressed tightly against the soft flesh
of her young pussy, encased in the moist hot sheath
like a great spike planted heartlessly in its victim's
stomach.
"How's that, Mrs. Cummings?" he tormented, feeling her
insides opening to receive him deep in her womb. She
was whimpering and pleading desperately now as he
thought of her snotty little husband and began to fuck
ruthlessly into her, gritting his teeth with lust and
luxuriating in his awareness that she was compulsively
following him, beginning to hump in wild, spasmodic
jerks beneath him. She groaned as if in anguish,
shocking herself as she threw up her arms to wrap them
tightly around his neck, pulling his solid well-defined
chest into the velvety softness of her beautiful white
breasts.
He plunged his long cock in and out, filling and
emptying her, sinking his long slippery prick back and
forth between her vaginal lips and on up to her cervix
until she felt as though it would tear up into her
intestines. Her mouth moved against her will, opening
and closing in response to each stroke of his cock, her
shining titian hair flowing out on the black leather
and fanning like silken threads, glinting subtle
highlights of topaz and gold and rust as her head rose
and fell with her movements. There was nothing that
could stop her insane race for fulfillment and Max
Alexander fucked like a savage to end it for both of
them.
"Oh, yes, oh yesssss," she breathed without thought of
shame, her entire being lost in the overpowering
pleasure that had replaced the initial pain of his
impalement of her. He slipped his hands down her sides
and grasped the wildly pumping cheeks of her ass,
jerking them up off the cushions to gain better access
to the moist wet hole of her cunt. Then, pressing
further forward, he slid his palms down to her knees
and forced her legs up off the couch, wide, and pushed
them brutally back over her shoulders until her toes
pressed painfully into the leather on either side of
her head. Her tortured body was bent back double, jack-
knifed, the stress on her painfully strained muscles
almost causing her to beg for mercy.
The whole of her wetly glistening groin was opened to
him as he increased the power of his thrusts, driving
in with long, hard lunges that seemed to receive their
momentum from the very tips of his toes, cramming the
very last inch of his cock into her with thundering
lust, until fresh ecstatic moans fell from her lips,
resounding through the office like the cries of a
wounded beast. Her nostrils flared and her eyes rolled
back, fixing hypnotically on the ceiling above the
rhythmically groaning sofa.
Max sweated above her, driving with longer smoother
strokes into the hotly steaming passage up between her
drawn back thighs as her long tapered nails clawed
frantically at him, pulling him wildly into her.
Deliberately teasing her, he pulled his cock almost all
the way out of her hungrily clasping young vagina on
the back stroke, then thrust forward again into her
uplifted buttocks until he could feel the hard slap of
his testicles against the unprotected crevice of her
anus. Juicy wet smacking sounds filled the office with
each brutal fuck-stroke he made into her, blending in
tempo with the sounds of their hoarse breathing and the
rhythmic lurching squeaks of their naked, sweat-soaked
flesh on the black leather.
Max placed his hands on either side of her and lifted
himself so that he could watch the young woman's
exquisitely beautiful face. It was something he did not
want to miss, the humiliating surrender of this smooth,
soft-bodied young wife who had bounced so innocently
into his private office just a short time ago. Well,
she was being brought to life this afternoon and he
could think of nothing nicer than having her hot little
cunt at his disposal whenever he wanted her. He heard
her sharp gasps of pleasure as he fucked heavily into
her, skewering her, and she was loving it, fucking back
shamelessly, urging him on with every lunge.
"Oh, God, fill me, fill me! Give me more!" she begged,
gasping as if she were close to death.
"You love it, don't you? You love cock just like any
other whore?" he demanded, ramming harder into her for
emphasis. "You're going to be my little whore, aren't
you?"
"Whore?" she faltered for a moment, not certain that
she understood what her husband's boss was saying to
her. Then she realized that it was true -- she had
allowed herself to lose control over all the things she
knew were right and was now no better than a slut from
the street. No, she would never be the same again.
"That's right, whore!" Max spat down at her, relishing
the confused mixture of pleasure and debasement he saw
on her sweet face. "From now on, you'll fuck when I
want you to -- if you don't want your husband to know
what kind of slut you really are!"
"Oooooh, yesss... yesssss," she sobbed, out of her mind
with the humiliating truth of her confession. She would
have to submit to this horrible man's every desire,
just to hide from her husband the terrible truth of her
own weakness. And yet, whore that she was, she didn't
care now. Nothing was real to her but the sweet hot
pleasure that made her wave her hungrily gyrating young
buttocks in uncontrolled frenzy up and down, from side
to side, spiraling her starving cunt along the full
length of his huge cock to gain every atom of sensation
she possibly could.
Max Alexander grinned smugly as he stepped up the
viciousness of his strokes until his pelvis smacked
like a wooden paddle against the ragged pink flanges of
her delicious little pussy, his huge, lust-hardened
cock fucking deep into the far hidden recesses of her
heatedly writhing belly. He felt the cords of her neck
and thighs stand out and tense as she squirmed under
him, working toward her climax, aching now with all her
being to have the middle-aged man shoot his sperm into
her soft heaving stomach. Just then, though, he decided
to complete his conquest and introduce her to something
totally unexpected. He slid his fingers down over the
tight skin of her firm white ass and found the tiny
elastic-rimmed anus cradled defenselessly below. It was
soft and warm and he could feel its tiny crinkled lips
working in time with the grinding of her buttocks as
she pushed against his pounding loins. His finger
shoved into it with a quick hard movement and he felt
the tender rubbery flesh yielding before his attack.
"God, oooooh," she gasped in painful protest at the
unexpected intrusion, the plea tumbling from her lips
in surprise. But he thrust harder, taking pleasure in
hearing her helpless little sounds of subjugation.
"Oh, pleeeeease, nooooo," she wailed, trying to twist
away from this indecent outrage against her
defenselessly cringing asshole.
He worked his finger around inside her, stretching the
rubbery softness wider and wider as he ground into it.
He slipped another finger in then and felt the tight
resistance give way as it moved into the warm, fragile
depths. The deep guttural noises coming from her throat
changed slowly into whimpers of pain for a moment, then
were replaced by greater moans of pleasure as her
slightly stretched anus gradually grew accustomed to
the strange unnatural penetration.
A smile of victory broke across his lust-contorted face
as he felt her begin to slowly screw her buttocks back
on his hand, grinding her obscenely filled rectum down
voraciously now on the buried fingers as he probed them
methodically around in the warm rubbery depths. She was
hopelessly impaled between his throbbing hard cock in
her cunt and his fingers shoved cruelly up into her
asshole. And now, whimpering and moaning beneath him,
she increased her twisting and bucking movements under
this double ravishment of her loins.
He slid his other hand slowly up from the smooth
rounded cheeks of her writhing ass to where his
hardened cock was pistoning wetly in and out of her
pussy and teased cruelly the wet, hair-lined folds
clasping tightly around his rampaging thickness. He
could feel their fleshy softness pulling and giving
with each long hard, jack-hammer thrust he made into
her.
Suddenly he quickened his thrusts, hot and pulsating
and deep, as she battered her body mercilessly beneath
him. He knew that she was his now, completely, utterly,
and Max had no intention of showing the least bit of
mercy or human compassion. He wanted to hear her plead
for his hot cum, to beg to be filled with it, so that
she would remember, long after this day was over, what
power he had wielded over body and mind.
"Tell me, whore, tell me what you want," Max growled as
he deliberately slowed his stroking movements and
teasingly ran his massive length only half-way into
her, "Do you want me to fuck you and shoot my cum up
into your snooty little cunt?"
"Oh yes, pleeeeease!" the voluptuous blonde gasped, her
pride completely destroyed as she lay pinned and naked
under his male weight. The thought of begging a
complete stranger to drive the huge cock into her and
empty his sperm-laden balls into her belly was
unthinkable, but she was beyond caring now and yearned
only for her own climax, now so close.
"I... I can't," she said, hesitating to submit to this
final last degradation. This, she knew, would be the
final surrender and there would be no escaping him ever
again.
It was the only thing she had left.
By cruel treachery, he had taken everything else, her
pride in her fidelity to her husband, her self-respect,
everything was gone now. She could not let him have the
pleasure of hearing her beg as well. And yet, she knew
she would. Insane passion pulsed in her bloodstream
like a lust-lit neon sign, sending searing electrical
signals through her nerves and building her excitement
to a crest that would surely drive her insane if she
did not find relief. At last, closing her eyes so that
she would not have to face the sadistic delight in his
eyes, she murmured:
"Oh, please, for God's sake, do it! Fuck me! Shoot your
cum in my cunt!"
Grunting with approval of her submission, the older,
heavily sweating man increased the tempo of his
thrusts, grinding hard and deep into her so that his
rigidly pistoning cock bored far up into the hidden
recesses of her swaying young belly. Her naked breasts
heaved and quivered up against the pressure of his
sweating chest, the tiny hard nipples digging into him
like the buttons of a coat.
The fire of sheer animal desire flared madly in his
lunging groin and he too was now aware of nothing else
in the world but the exciting fact that this beautiful
young girl, the wife of his smart-assed magazine
editor, was going insane beneath him, bucking her
satiny ass and kicking with her heels against his broad
shoulders as he fucked more and more savagely into her.
Of all the hot bitches he had fucked in this very
office, this one was among the best, if not the very
best, and this time, he planned to make sure that it
would be a special occasion. This tender little piece
was going to be doing everything he wanted until the
day her punk husband got wise to what was going on, if
he ever did.
"Oh, ooooohhhhh, Goooooddddd! I'm cumming... I'm
cummmmming nowwwww!" Kathy suddenly squealed in a high-
pitched voice as she locked her slim ankles in a death
grip high up behind his laboring, sweat slickened
torso. Her passion-imprisoned body heaved and she held
on to him desperately, not moving but quivering and
jerking around him in a pulsating rhythm that served to
spew her orgasmic fluids out around his still hard
driving cock. It trickled hotly down the wide-split
crevice of her buttocks, soaking his heavily slapping
balls and the two fingers buried all the way to the
hilt up in her tiny puckered rectum.
He felt her jerk up toward him, the lips of her hotly
seething little cunt working and sucking at his
imbedded, marble-hard prick as though trying to milk
him dry. Her breath was coming in short, panting gasps
and he frantically withdrew to thrust deep in again,
feeling his own hot boiling sperm suddenly race up from
his balls, jetting from the tip of his heavily
throbbing cock and far on up into her soft quivering
belly.
Kathy's lust-crazed brain whirled in mindless
sensuality as the burning, powerful squirts of her
husband's boss' cum surged into her, filling her with
warm sticky wetness and mingling with her own cum
juices in a wet pool of forbidden joy that the
astonished young blonde had never before imagined.
Then, after a long moment of gasping sighs, Kathy's
trembling, perfectly-sculptured body was drained of
everything, and her passion spent limbs collapsed
loosely onto the cushions as Max's grip on her buttocks
slowly relaxed.
She shuddered for a second as he pulled his fingers
from her tiny stretched anus with a soft wet hissing
sound, then lay motionless, her body beaten and
satiated as it had never been before. Tears welled in
her cocoa-brown eyes as a sense of shame and
humiliation rushed over her and she suddenly remembered
where she was and just whose thick penis it was that
was still soaking deep in her warmly pulsating vagina.
"Please, get off me, Mr. Alexander," she said finally,
attempting to regain a little of the dignity that had
been torn from her in the debasing sexual experience
she had just undergone. "I... I have to go home to cook
m-my h-husband's dinner."
The mention of Henry brought fresh tears trickling from
her eyes and she wondered how she would ever explain
her long absence to him. No matter what he might have
said last night, she had no valid excuse for allowing a
virtual stranger to ravage her body this way and she
silently vowed that Henry must never, never know about
what she had done.
"Oh, of course, my dear," the older man smiled
condescendingly down at her misery. "Here, let me pull
it out."
She closed her eyes to the sight of his lewd grin and
quivered slightly as she felt him lift his hips,
slipping his now-soft penis from her sperm flooded
vagina with a soft, wet sucking noise. A cool rush of
fresh air flowed over her loins when he rolled from her
body, lowering his spent body to the floor beside the
couch, and she heaved a long sigh of anguished relief.
Kathy had heard no sound and had not even realized that
someone could have quietly opened the office door and
slipped inside, until the sound of a woman's deep-
throated chuckle made her eyes flutter open once again.
The nakedly lying girl's mouth fell open in horrified
dismay as she saw a statuesque, raven-haired woman,
clad in an expensive looking red knit suit, lounging
gracefully on the far arm of the leather sofa, her
shapely crossed legs resting a few inches from where
Kathy's shoeless feet had fallen limply on the cushions
only a few moments before.
"Oh, God... oh no," Kathy sobbed in incoherent horror
at the idea of another woman, probably some business
associate of her husband, Henry, seeing her like this,
limbs askew and her belly filled with the lewd wetness
of Max Alexander's expended orgasm. Her well-used body
lurched to a sitting position and she pulled her long
legs tightly under her, crossing her arms over the
front of her body in a vain attempt to hide her
nakedness.
"Well, well, if it isn't June!" Max boomed heartily as
he too noticed the other woman in the office for the
first time. "As you can see, my natural impulses got
the best of me. If you hadn't dressed, baby, you could
have joined the party!"
"So I see," the gorgeous dark-haired woman answered
calmly as she wryly surveyed Kathy's still-cowering
figure. "You said this would be interesting... and I
certainly hope it is, Max."
Kathy's dark brown eyes widened in shock as she
listened to the conversation going on around her and
she suddenly decided that this lovely woman must be Max
Alexander's wife. Despite the fear that had filled her
only a second ago, she now felt only compassion for the
mature beauty who sat at her feet and she
sympathetically remembered all the hurt and horror she
herself had felt at the idea of her own husband making
love to the gorgeous models he used in the magazine.
"Oh, Mrs. Alexander, forgive me," the strawberry blonde
sobbed out, trying desperately to assuage what she
imagined was the terrible pain the older woman must be
experiencing. "I don't know what happened... It was all
my fault... I swear I'll never come into this place
again... I'll never be going near your husband..."
"Oh, for God's sake, calm down. Max is entitled to a
little strange pussy once in a while."
"Please don't blame him... I don't know how to convince
you..." Kathy went on tearfully, then faltered as the
brunette's coolly uttered words penetrated her tortured
consciousness. The humiliated young wife had been
wringing her hands and staring down at the carpet all
the time she was talking, but now as she looked up
beseechingly, Kathy saw that the other woman did not
appear upset in the least. To the contrary, the dark-
haired woman's expression was one of slightly bored
amusement.
Confused, Kathy turned to Max for some sort of
explanation but was met with the sight of his bulky
naked body doubled over in silent laughter. She watched
in astonishment as he righted himself with effort after
retrieving one of his expensive Havana cigars from the
pocket of his fallen jacket.
"I-I don't understand... I should leave," Kathy
murmured to no one in particular and she was about to
swing her legs off the couch when Max reached out and
placed his hand firmly on one of her smooth creamy
knees.
"Not so fast, baby," Max grinned sardonically around
the fat cigar in his mouth. "Don't you want to meet
your new boss, or have you changed your mind about your
job... and your hubby's?"
"My new boss?" Kathy repeated blankly as she tried to
make her exhausted mind operate efficiently once again.
"But I thought... isn't she your -- "
"No, darling, I'm the public relations department, the
personal public relations department," June interrupted
smoothly, then chuckled at the look of startlement and
confusion that again crossed Kathy's sweet young face.
"My name is June Stillson and I am the closest thing to
a wife Max has," she added slightly more threateningly
and then looked at Max. "Is she going to be my
assistant?"
"You got it, baby. You keep telling me that you can't
handle all of my business associates, so now you've got
someone to help you share the load," Max chortled to
his mistress, his penetrating gaze roaming insultingly
over Kathy's still-unclothed body.
"But Max, I -- " June began.
"You can have her do shows for the guys, just the way
she performed for you this afternoon." Once again his
eyes lingered approvingly on the ripe young contours of
Kathy's lush form. "You have to admit, June, that she
did very well... very well indeed."
"All right Max!" June snapped bitterly. Kathy's gaze
darted up to catch a gleam of unmistakable jealousy in
the older woman's expression. The youthful wife felt a
sudden pang of apprehension about her future but then
quickly forgot it as the lovely brunette turned to face
her with an inquiring smile. "Do you think you can
handle it, dear? Even Max, the stud here, can't come up
to some of the monsters we'll have to... entertain. And
sometimes they get a little strange when they're
drunk... I just thought I should warn you."
"You don't mean that I have to... to make love with
strange men?" Kathy gasped in disbelief as she stared
from one to the other of her two tormentors. As before,
she was threatened by the cruel sarcasm that she
thought she had heard in June Stillson's voice and she
wondered if this was not some cruel trick they had
contrived to humiliate her even more. But she could see
from the sadistic, gloating expression on Max's face
that it was all true.
She had been led into a vicious trap, like an
unsuspecting baby lamb, and there was no way out for
her. She knew it now, just as she had known it when Max
had called her a whore earlier, when his vile erect
cock had been spearing in and out of her obscenely
eager vagina. She had made herself into no more than a
common slut when she had given in to the seemingly
irresistible temptation this afternoon, and now she
would have to do whatever those two horrible
blackmailers wanted -- if she wanted to keep her
marriage intact.
There was no other way, except to let Henry lose his
job, and besides, she was certain that Max would
happily blackmail her with what had happened today in
his office. She knew that her husband would never
forgive her if he should ever find out the awful truth.
"I -- I guess I have no choice," she said slowly,
trying to blink back the tears of pitiful frustration
and shame that were filling her eyes. The pretty little
blonde stared hard into both June Stillson's and Max
Alexander's faces, trying to find some pity or
compassion in their expressions, but she found only two
pairs of coldly amused eyes. Their demon-like
indifference to her distress filled her with deep
resentment over the injustice of her situation but she
could do absolutely nothing but gaze contemptuously
back at them. "May I go home now? I mean, are you
finished with me yet," she finally asked icily.
"Not for a long time, baby," Max quipped, leering
hungrily again at her naked body as she rose upright
from the couch, stepping carefully over his unclad
body, still seated on the floor, to reach the crumpled
heap of her clothing lying on the plush carpet a few
feet away.
June scowled irritably and then turned toward the
miserable young woman, saying, "Pouting won't get you
anywhere, honey, and I don't have time to play games
with you. Take the job or forget it. And remember,
nobody's forcing you to work for Alexander Steel
Company," she added with a sly, ironic grin of
insolence and spite.
"That's right," Max smirked evilly. "Now, I think you
ought to start work tomorrow."
"Yes, if you want me to," Kathy nodded humbly as with
down cast eyes she hurriedly put on her clothes, tears
of stinging shame and resignation spilling at last in
tiny wet trails down her flushed cheeks. "I'll do
anything to save Henry's job and... and our marriage."
"Don't worry, sweetie, you'll have to," Max rasped
ominously as he also rose to his feet. "But right now,
I'll give you your first paycheck, in advance, just to
make your new job look a little more attractive to you.
As I recall, money was your problem, wasn't it?"
Without waiting for her reply, the hulking executive
strode calmly back to his desk on the other side of the
room, his long thick penis dangling like a vulgar
length of limp hose under his softening belly as he
bent slightly over to open a desk drawer and rummage
around inside. Kathy saw a brief flash of green as he
nonchalantly stuffed several bills into a white legal-
size envelope and sealed it with a swipe of his fleshy
red tongue.
"There you are, kid," he said fliply, tossing the
envelope toward her across the broad expanse of
shinning wooden desk. "And if you want more, you'd
better come up with a convincing story about what
you're really doing on your new job. I'd hate to be
forced to tell my version of everything to young Henry
if he came storming in here, yelling rape."
"Oh yes, I can just see it now -- Henry Cummings' cute
golden-haired little wife trying to explain to him what
she does during her afternoons," June exclaimed gaily,
her interest renewing in the younger woman. With a wry
teasing smile, she added, "You can tell him for me that
if he ever wants to get into the act, I'll be right up
here in my office waiting for him. He looks a little
green, but hell, he might be taught to be a great lay."
Her last mocking words were lost on Kathy, who had
grabbed up her purse and the envelope from Max's desk
and hurried out of the room, a muffled sob her only
farewell. After the door slammed shut behind her, the
silence in the office was broken only by the sound of
Max Alexander's self-satisfied laughter.
"Dammit, Max, be quiet," his black-haired mistress
hissed suddenly.
"Why, baby, what's the matter," the naked, greying
company president inquired facetiously, a look of
injured innocence clouding his face. "You said that I
deserved a little "strange pussy" now and then, and
anyway, I told you I'd explain everything."
"Well, I hope you have a good reason for picking on the
kid like that," she said with disgust in her voice.
"Now I'll bet you're too worn out to take me to dinner
as you promised."
"Aw, hell, since when did a good fuck ever wear out
Maxwell Alexander?" he cackled in amusement, shrugging
his shoulders as he added: "So what's your problem,
baby?"
"Nothing, Max, nothing at all, except that I got a good
look at you two going at it before you noticed me in
here. And, if you want to know the truth, I can't
remember the last time you fucked the way you were
laying into that innocent little bitch!" June spat.
"Why, honey, don't tell me you're jealous of that naive
little girl," he crooned mockingly but smiling
affectionately at the fuming brunette. "Don't play the
dumb cocktail waitress with me, because I know you
better than that -- and anyway, you're hotter in bed
than ten of those silly little broads."
"Well, maybe I was jealous," she muttered in a low
voice, somewhat mollified by his words, "but now that
you've had your fun with her, we'll hand her over to
your wolfish business pals. We wouldn't want to risk
having her husband catch her with you, the boss, would
we?"
"Okay, okay," Max soothed her, circling around the desk
to enfold her in his brawny arms. "When did I ever do
anything you didn't like?"
"Ever since the night I met you, you horny old
bastard," June shot back, but smiling now as she
allowed herself to be crushed tightly to his naked
hairy chest.
Max knew that the crisis was over, for the moment
anyway, and released her so that he could reach down
and retrieve his clothing from the floor. The middle-
aged steel magnate's mind was already working out plans
for the next time he got that sweet-assed little blonde
in his hands. "Ahhhh," he sighed satisfactorily to
himself. "He would teach that young magazine editor of
his to forget his picture, he would teach him well!"
Chapter 5
"Where have you been, honey? I've been home for nearly
an hour and dinner isn't even started yet!" the
youthful masculine voice came from inside the living-
room as Kathy stealthily pushed open the door of their
attractive suburban home. She had made infuriatingly
slow connections on the buses out of Los Angeles and
had hoped to be able to sneak into the house and make
some plausible excuse to Henry about gossiping away the
afternoon with a neighbor. But now, as she heard the
sound of her husband's footsteps coming toward her from
their living room with its big picture window facing
the street, she knew that he must have seen her
hurrying up the sidewalk from the bus-stop at the
corner.
"I'm sorry, darling. I went into the city today," she
called back, meekly lowering her voice as Henry's
slender, solid form appeared in the doorway from the
living room. "I got back as soon as I could."
"Dammit, have you been out shopping again, Kathy?" he
interrupted, his blue eyes glowering beneath his thick
shock of unruly dark brown hair. "I don't see any
packages, so I assume you've bought one of the larger
so-called necessities of life. What is it this time, a
baby grand piano or a mink coat that they're going to
deliver tomorrow?"
"Oh, Henry, don't be silly," the sweet-faced blonde
girl giggled nervously as she suddenly felt an
unreasoning fear that her husband might somehow guess
what had really happened to her in his boss' office
that afternoon. Her slender fingers gripped more
tightly the handle of her leather purse which contained
the envelope that Max Alexander had given her. Gazing
timidly up at Henry through her long, golden lashes,
she tremulously explained, "I... I went in for
something else, darling... to see someone."
"Sure, sure, you always go in for something else," he
said, shaking his handsome head skeptically. "But
someone always manages to sell you something while
you're there. Whatever it is, you're going back into
town tomorrow and get your money back. I don't work
forty hours a week in the Alexander Building so that
we'll starve when we're old, Kathy. It's about time you
started remembering that."
Kathy raised her eyes to silently protest his automatic
assumption of her extravagance, but it was too late.
Having completed his tirade, her husband turned on his
heel and strode back into the living room, and a moment
later, the house was filled with the sound of the
nightly television news broadcast.
For the briefest second, the shapely young wife was
sorely tempted to march right into the middle of
Henry's precious news program and tell him how very
wrong he was about what she had done that afternoon,
tell him about her new job and the envelope that was in
her purse. But guilt and fear held her back. She was
afraid that once she began to tell the story of her
meeting with Maxwell Alexander, she might accidentally
let slip some incriminating detail, alerting him to the
fact that his seemingly trust-worthy young wife had
made a grave mistake that day, had lost the innocence
and virtue that he had always so delighted in. Just the
thought of how she had behaved in Mr. Alexander's
office, willingly allowing that filthy old man to take
the most indecent liberties with her body, made tears
of shame spring into Kathy's big brown eyes and she
rushed back into the kitchen to busy herself with
preparing Henry's dinner before she broke down
altogether.
For a moment or two, the pretty young blonde bustled
around her bright, modern kitchen, pulling cans from
the cupboards and pork chops from the refrigerator,
trying to pretend that this was a day just like any
other, but her vision kept returning to the kitchen
table. As she opened the canned peas and poured them
into a saucepan, her thoughts kept going back to that
moment on the bus when she had remembered the white
envelope that had still been clenched tightly in her
hand.
Wanting to throw the unwelcome reminder of her horrible
afternoon out the window of the moving bus and yet
wondering how highly Maxwell Alexander had valued the
afternoon's experience, Kathy had impulsively torn open
the envelope. One glance at the contents had left her
white with shock and she had anxiously stuffed it deep
into her handbag, not wanting the other passengers on
the roaring vehicle to see the tangible proof of her
guilt.
But now, in the kitchen of the home she had shared for
six months with her husband, still smarting from the
tongue-lashing Henry had so unfairly bestowed upon her,
Kathy's thoughts returned to the envelope with a
slightly different attitude. There was now money in her
purse, a great deal of money, and after all, what had
Henry been so upset about? Why else had she gone to
Maxwell Alexander's office in the first place, if not
to find an opportunity to help with her and Henry's
financial situation. The beautiful young woman reasoned
carefully as she slowly peeled potatoes over the sink.
It was vile and disgusting to make love to other men
behind her husband's back, she knew, but if it could
save their suddenly shaky marriage, was it too great a
price to pay?
Suddenly, with an expression of unusual determination
on her face, Kathy set down the potato and peeler and
turned around to face the kitchen table, hurriedly
wiping her hands on a dishtowel she had grabbed from a
rack near the sink. Only her wide eyes showed her
anxiety as she reached out and fumbled with the clasp
of the leather bag, finally opening it and pulling the
crumbled white envelope out of the very bottom.
At first, she hesitated to look into it staring instead
beseechingly at the door to the living room, as though
mutely pleading for a compassionate reprieve from the
future that fate seemed to have designed for her. But
nothing issued from beyond that door but the sound of
the evening news and at last with a sigh, she withdrew
the contents of the envelope. Closing her mind to
everything else, to the brassy sounds of the television
and the persistent, slightly painful tingle between her
thighs that served as a nagging reminder of her
betrayal of her marriage vows, Kathy slowly and
deliberately counted the money, twice.
It was five hundred dollars, more than her husband made
in two weeks! It was twenty times the amount she had
spent at the bargain sale yesterday and if he never
found out how she had gotten it, it was more than
enough to make Henry view her in a new light, to start
talking to her like an equal again and maybe even to
care enough about her to take time and much-needed care
with their sex life, talking about new things and
making love considerately like he used to.
Even in her intense concentration, Kathy was suddenly
aware of the click of the television off-switch and
then the low footsteps that suddenly filled the silence
of the house. In her panicky fear of discovery, the
frightened girl could think of nothing to do but hide
the five hundred dollars behind her back as she heard
Henry coming toward the kitchen.
"Honey, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have jumped on you like
that," his apologetic voice came into the back of the
house even before his sheepishly smiling face appeared
in the kitchen doorway. "The printer forgot to put Mr.
Alexander's picture in the magazine and I'm just
worried about the explosion that's coming tomorrow when
he notices it. What did you do downtown today, anyway?"
"Well... Well, I..." Kathy faltered, trying desperately
to conjure up some reason for their newfound wealth, "I
saw... a lawyer," she suddenly decided aloud, a smile
of profound relief lighting up her naturally sunny
facial features as she seized upon the bold lie. "D-did
I ever tell you about my great-aunt in Baltimore?
She... she died."
"Oh, honey, I'm sorry," Henry blurted out consolingly,
rushing up to wrap his arms around her slim shoulders
as he saw her soft lower lips begin to quiver and her
eyes grow shiny with real tears.
"No, you don't understand," the young blonde wife said,
no longer able to hold back her tears of helpless
misery. Tearing free of his embrace, she tried
frantically to smile as she brought her hands from
where they had been hidden behind her back and pressed
the hundred-dollar bills into his hand. "Here... the
lawyer gave me this... She left me the money. Now we
don't have to worry about... about money anymore," she
explained through her uncontrollable sobbing.
Her good-looking husband stared at her, first in
astonishment then with concern as he thought he began
to understand the true reason for her distress. Tossing
the money down on the kitchen table, he laced his wiry
arm around Kathy's tiny waist and drew her closer to
him, until her head nestled warmly into his shoulder.
Softly stroking her face with his other hand, he
murmured gently, "I'm so sorry, honey. I didn't think
you were taking our money problems to heart so much or
I never would have been so hard on you. It's not that
important. It really isn't."
"I know, darling, I know," Kathy gasped out through her
tears as she leaned wearily against the comforting
warmth of her husband's tall form. In her heart,
however, the voluptuous young wife was thinking
something that was entirely different, for Henry was
holding her tenderly, speaking more gently with her
than he had done in weeks, making a real effort to
understand how she felt. He seemed suddenly different
now, radically changed from the way he had acted toward
her for such a long time, changed from the way he had
acted when she had walked in the door only fifteen
minutes ago. And to her mind, there was only one thing
that could account for the sudden shift in his whole
attitude toward her.
Kathy's brown-eyed gaze drifted to the tiny pile of
green one hundred dollar bills that lay on the kitchen
table and she realized that, yes, she definitely would
be returning to the Alexander Building, tomorrow as she
had promised.
Chapter 6
June Stillson sighed in disgust and slowly settled her
excitingly naked body into an easy chair close to the
huge king-size bed, reaching up beside her then to pull
a small, secret switch recessed in the bedroom wall. It
was located next to the huge mirror facing the colossal
double bed that filled most of the room.
Earlier that morning, Max had instructed his
cooperative brunette mistress to operate the trick two-
way mirror when things "got interesting," so that he
could watch through from the other side of the glass
next to his office desk. A visiting executive from a
cutlery firm was breaking in Max's pretty new public
relations assistant.
The statuesque brown-haired June leaned even further
back now in the overstuffed chair so that, on the other
side of the mirror, Max would not be able to see the
sullen displeased expression on her face as he
gleefully observed the lewd sight of the naked young
Kathy Cummings and the bald, over-weight businessman
thrashing together lustfully on the well-placed bed.
After another ample dose of the company president's
potent absinthe, the young willowy-limbed blonde seemed
to be fucking herself half crazy with Max's flabby
business associate. June scowled at the transparent
delight on the fat man's face, a man whom she had
always entertained before today.
It made her sick, she thought infuriatedly to herself,
that this stupid little blonde cunt, a girl almost
young enough to be her own daughter, could have simply
strolled into Max's office one day and the next be
sharing with her the private office and penthouse
apartment after letting the boss fuck her only one
time. The gorgeous brunette angrily imagined her
wealthy fifty-three year-old lover sitting at his
immense desk in the office on the other side of the
wall. She could just see him as he gazed lost in
concentration through the two-way mirror at Kathy
Cummings' flawless, exquisitely symmetrical body, legs
spread wide, writhing passionately under the paunchy,
short cutlery executive.
His heavy, log-sized cock was plainly visible driving
deep into the soft hairlined folds of her ravenously
working young cunt. June knew instinctively that Max
was probably jerking-off, just as he said he often did
as he watched her involved in some obscene act with one
of his visiting business friends.
She turned her head defiantly away from the coarse
spectacle -- one that she had been told by Max to
"supervise" and battled with herself to control the
jealousy and hurt that she felt damming up within her.
Even though Max had fully assured her yesterday that
her position with him was secure, she could not control
the unsettling, nagging doubts about the stability of
their relationship. Certain questions she could not
answer were running rampant through her mind. Just what
did this girl have that made her so incredibly
attractive to him, she wondered anxiously. Or was it as
he had said only last night, that he merely wanted to
teach Kathy's "insolent punk husband" a lesson? June
wanted to blindly believe that the answer to the last
question was "yes"... After all, she convinced herself,
Max had said that the sole reason he had not called
Henry in for an "ass-chewing" right away -- right after
he had noticed the editor's omission of the photograph
in the company magazine -- was because he wanted to
dream up a special revenge against the irresponsible
younger man, one that would "hit the kid where he
lives."
"Wow, that sure is one fine piece of ass! I couldn't
have gone any longer, not for all the money in the
world, but the little lady doesn't look like she's
complaining," a weakened male voice, wheezing with
exhausted satiation, came to June's ears. Looking up
with a little jump of startlement, the sinuous dark-
haired woman saw that the tubby little businessman was
addressing her as he pulled on his clothes, pausing
momentarily to wipe the tiny beads of sweat glimmering
on his forehead despite the air-conditioned coolness of
the "guest" bedroom.
Beyond him, June could see Kathy's supple, perfect body
sprawled obscenely across the bed, legs still spread
obscenely wide and a look of utter peace and
contentment lighting her angelic facial features. The
thin, blonde fringed furrow of her well-fucked young
vagina was still spread and glistening from the fat
man's ejaculation into and on it.
"Well, I'm certainly glad you enjoyed yourself," June
commented stiffly, smiling with wane graciousness.
"Kathy seems absolutely ecstatic about you, but then,
of course, I always wait very anxiously for your visits
here, too."
"Yeah, I have to admit it, I did a great job with that
little girl," he puffed absently, as though he had not
heard a word June had said. "Well, I guess you could
say I was rarin' to go. Max certainly does know how to
pick them, by God!"
"Why, Mr. Bates, aren't you going back into his
office?" June asked quickly, alarmed that something
actually had gone wrong on the bed. God, Max would
never forgive her if she had just sat there while the
Cummings girl alienated one of their best customers
with her girlish innocence about the facts of really
satisfying sex.
"Hell no," the customer chuckled cheerily, "I'm just
worn out, that's all. Jesus, I haven't had such a fresh
young fuck in years!"
"How... nice," June barely managed to say through her
suddenly jealously contracting throat. Though she was
dangerously far into her late thirties, the well-
experienced brunette had never had the least fear of
increasing age taking its toll on her well preserved
looks. Not until now, that is. Rousing her curvaceous
full-breasted body from the chair, she led the now
completely dressed man to the back exit of the bedroom,
forcing herself to feign politeness as she explained
with a low, sultry smile, "I'd walk you out to the
hallway, Mr. Bates, but as you may have noticed, I'm
not properly dressed to be seen by the secretaries."
"No, you're not," the barrel-bellied little man replied
with a lewd little grin as he buttoned the front of his
navy flannel suit jacket and ran his eyes up and down
her nakedly curved form. Then, as if realizing for the
first time that the more mature woman might have felt
slighted by what he had said, he patted her buttocks
with a patronizing gesture of assurance. "Don't worry,
baby, I'll give it to you next time around."
* * *
It was two days later and June still felt herself
fighting the impulse to scream out loud, to shout out
her jealous anger, or worse, to physically attack the
sweet-faced blonde lying again in a half-doze of bliss
on her, June Stillson's own work bed. But instead, she
began slowly to dress for the meeting she had arranged
with the little bitch's husband. Her naturally
beautiful face was darkened by a bitter smile as she
buttoned up the front of her dress and carefully
adjusted her well-coifed hair and costly make-up.
Actually, there was no need for her to be alluring and
sexy for this pre-arranged meeting with Henry Cummings,
she mused sarcastically; hell, especially not since she
had told him that Max Alexander, the Company president,
himself, wanted his employee in for a private
conference in his office. That good-looking college kid
type would come without a moment's delay, just like any
other sane employee at Alexander Steel! What Cummings
would be a little surprised to find out, though, is
that Max would not be there or even know about her,
meeting with his magazine editor. If everything went
according to the plan that she was now forming in her
jealously scheming mind, she would have her own taste
of grand revenge before the day was over.
She chuckled to herself with sardonic satisfaction as
she left her office and glided toward the elevator,
thinking that there would be no one in Max's office but
nice, unsuspecting Henry Cummings and the two-way
mirror... except, of course for June herself. And she
wanted to be damned sure that poor, hurt Henry would
come running to her for comfort when he recognized the
actual identity of the blonde girl being fucked half
senseless by three men on the other side of the mirror.
Hell, she mused as her grin widened, a girl had to
protect her ego and her number one job against threats
somehow.
Chapter 7
"Here, Henry, you sit down right here," June said with
counterfeit sweetness as she seized the handsome
magazine editor's arm and made certain that he was
comfortably seated in one of the strategically placed
chairs in Max's office that faced both his empty desk
as well as the special mirror on the wall beside it.
It was Friday afternoon, two days since Kathy Cummings
had worked her first day in the "Public relations"
department for Alexander Steel, and it was also the day
that Max always left work early to fly to his week-end
desert home in Palm Springs to be there in time for
dinner.
'Mr. Alexander said that he'll be with you pretty soon.
He'd like you to just wait here for him," June glibly
lied.
"Uh??... Oh yeah, thanks, June," Henry said with a
preoccupied air. He was deeply lost in thought when the
brunette tressed beauty slipped out of the room, back
into her own office again, the door closing almost
soundlessly shut behind her. This whole thing seemed
very unusual and had him more than a little worried.
The mysterious way that June Stillson, Max's very own
personal assistant, had come down to see Henry
yesterday with only the cryptic message that he should
keep his Friday afternoon free had left him guessing
for all this time about what was going on.
Henry had no doubt that Max wanted to see him about the
omission of the big man's picture in New World Steel
but why would he send June down again today just to
escort him up to the top floor, leading him into the
boss's office through her own office, instead of
through the reception room as usual? The young husband
became even more apprehensive as he suddenly remembered
that, curiously enough, the chief company executive
never saw anyone on Friday afternoons. It just did not
make sense, he decided worriedly, and with the
anxiousness of a man awaiting the Last Judgment, he
withdrew a budget report from his coat pocket and began
to figure out what costs he would offer to cut back on
when Max Alexander informed him that he was cutting
down the magazine budget.
* * *
Kathy lay naked on the enormous bed in the next room,
draining off the last of the third glass of the
licorice-flavored liquid that June had earlier urged
her to drink, little realizing what was lying in store
for her. After what had happened two days ago with that
disgusting little man from the silverware company, or
whatever it was, the pretty blonde wife had been almost
certain that Max's "special drink" contained some
aphrodisiac qualities, or she would never have had that
overwhelming orgasm that she had experienced with the
fat, loathsome businessman. As horrified and ashamed as
she had felt, it had taken all of her willpower not to
actually thank Max when he had awakened her several
hours later and announced that she would be free until
the next week. It had been such a relief to simply stay
at home, delighting in the honest housework that had
irritated her so much a few days... a relief, that is,
until June had telephoned early this morning with the
message that Kathy would have to come to the office
this afternoon.
The beautiful young housewife had felt full of dread
and self-pity when June had called right after Henry
had left for work. Her sense of misgiving had increased
even more when she had arrived at the receptionist's
desk a while ago and been hustled off immediately by
June to the bedroom, without even seeing Max as she had
before. Somehow, the fact that she had not seen the
middle-aged executive made Kathy fear that June might
be acting on her own authority, perhaps in retaliation
for the jealousy that the older woman had obviously
felt when she discovered Max with her on the couch in
the executive's office. Still, she did not dare defy
June's stern commands to undress herself and lie down
in the bed, and she had been grateful when she had
accepted the several drinks offered to her, hoping that
they would somehow calm her nerves.
"Christ, it's about time we got a look at this little
blonde you've been telling us about, June baby," a deep
masculine voice sounded impatiently as the bedroom door
clicked open. "If she's just half as good as this wild
pad of yours, it'll be better than anything I've had
since you left the Flaming Cockadoo Club."
"Hell, yeah! the place just ain't the same without you,
baby," two other male voices chimed in, causing Kathy's
head to jerk sharply around on the pillow to see the
men who were entering the lavish bedroom. Her face
gaped open in astonishment as she saw June leading in
three completely naked men. By the looks of their
bristly unshaven faces, the frightened young girl knew
immediately that these three were not business friends
of Max and she trembled as she noticed their devouring
eyes flicker in open appreciation of the delicious
feast of her naked body spread out on the bed before
them.
"Kathy, my dear, today I've brought some of my friends
to be entertained," June's saccharin-sweet voice
murmured as, still completely dressed herself, she led
the unsavory-looking trio up to the over-sized bed. "I
want you to be as nice to them as you were to Max's
friend the other day. Do anything they want, do you
understand?"
"But... but I work for Max," Kathy protested feebly,
her big beautiful eyes wide with real fear now.
"That's only when he's here to protect you, kid," June
rejoined smoothly. "And by the way, this room has been
completely sound-proofed, so feel free to struggle and
make as much noise as you like. You certainly won't
bother anybody."
The stunning older woman cast one last cruelly
triumphant smile toward the cowering naked girl and
then moved gracefully out of the room, closing and
noisily locking the door behind her.
Kathy's terrified eyes flew back immediately to the
little group next to the bed and as she saw a skinny,
hawk-faced man with grey hair separate himself from his
companions, moving determinedly toward her, the panicky
realization of her dangerous position made her throw
one long tapered leg over the edge of the mattress in
an effort to escape. She was just on the verge of
leaping from the bed when the bony, approximately fifty
year-old man reached out with one oily hand and brushed
his fingertips lightly over the cringing tips of her
full white breasts. She recoiled back against the
pillows as an indescribably electrifying shock raced
through her voluptuous body, lighting tiny fires on her
aphrodisiac heated nerve-ends until she relaxed
involuntarily back on the mammoth mattress, helpless
against the little pin-pricks of pleasurable sensation
tingled over her creamy naked flesh. "Wow, I don't know
what June used to get this chick all heated up like
this, but I sure could use some for my old lady," a
stumpy-bodied but powerfully-built blonde man chuckled
coarsely from the side of the bed.
"Shit, who cares?" the pimply-faced, redheaded boy
beside him barked impatiently. "If Lenny don't fuck her
right away I sure as hell will!"
"Just hold up there, stud," the older wiry man named
Lenny said threateningly as the ruddy-faced adolescent
moved forward as if to bulldoze past him to get to
Kathy. "Age before beauty, you know, and besides?
You're only here because June didn't believe the
stories she's heard about your big cock. Now, the
senior Flaming Cockadoo Club people get first dibs, you
hear?"
Kathy barely heard the boy's mumbling, abashed reply.
She was too involved in trying to comprehend the insane
sensations that were now shooting out of control
through her tortured nerves. God, not even that first
day with Max had started out quite like this -- but
then suddenly she realized what was happening to her.
The drink! She had drunk too much, she knew now, but
there was nothing she could do about it as the skinny
man again leaned licentiously over the side of the bed
and began running his hands over the smooth white
curves of her defenseless body. Every inch of her
smooth young skin seemed to be throbbing with mind-
boggling surges of fiery need and her buttocks began to
grind desperately down into the sheets to quench a
searing passion that was licking hungrily at her
trembling loins.
"Ooooohh," she breathed tremulously as Lenny's dirty,
uncut fingernails teasingly traveled up the sensitive
flesh of her inner thighs, digging down between them to
boldly touch the rising pink bud of her pulsating
clitoris. The sweet burning itch of lust rippled out
from the tiny nub, snaking over her now-quivering belly
and out into the pinkly throbbing tips of her nipples
at the ends of her breasts. An itch that overcame the
humiliation and fear of having two strange hands
roaming over her nakedness.
The skinny man's tongue licked nervously over his
twitching mouth as small beads of sweat began to form
on his upper lip. Most women had always shunned him
because of his bony body and frightening face, but this
one was acting like she had not had a man in years. She
was a beautiful, enticing young blonde and he couldn't
understand why she was already going so wild under the
stroking of his fingers, but he hardly cared. If he
stopped to figure it out, she might change her mind...
Clambering up onto the mattress, he pushed her gorgeous
unresisting thighs wide apart with the palms of his
hands and lunged eagerly between their lush white
fullness. Kathy was horrified at the joy she felt as
the bed squeaked faintly under the added weight of his
body, but she could no longer control the workings of
her body and mind. The young blonde's delicious cunt
felt like a great burning emptiness that had to be
filled before she went insane. Without further thought,
she reached down between her body and the hovering
stranger's to guide the thick blood-filled head of his
thick, stump-like prick up to the lips of her moistly
waiting cunt. Her columnar legs kicked out
uncontrollably and her heels curled around his broad
hips fiercely as she jerked her starving torso upward,
wildly pulling him down to her writhing body.
The flaring bulbous cock-head lodged securely between
the moist warm lips of her pussy and then a deep groan
of wild frustration tumbled from her lips as the lewdly
grinning man levered up on his arms with teasing
slowness and painstakingly adjusted the angle of his
body. Just when it seemed as though she would go mad
from the momentary wait, he crashed his loins down
between her open thighs, ramming the hard fleshy cock
as deep as it would go into her greedily clasping young
vagina. His hairy balls slapped heavily against her
upthrust buttocks and his sinewy sweating stomach
thudded hard against the yielding softness of her
nakedly quivering belly.
Still not satisfied, Kathy strained up against him,
wrapping her slender fingers around his pillowy ass-
cheeks in an effort to pull him deeper into her
insanely demanding cuntal passage.
"Deeper! For God's sake, fuck deeper!" she wailed in
desperation.
Above her, the thin, grey-haired man puffed and grunted
as he grasped her soft rounded hips and drove his rock-
hard prick in to the hilt, but it was not enough to
fill her almost inhuman need. She groaned in
disappointment, splaying her legs further out over the
sides of the bed to give him greater access but all her
efforts were futile. It was too short.
As if to compensate for his shortcomings, the panting
man rammed his tongue deep into her wide open mouth,
drooling his saliva down into her throat. She sucked at
it in a wild frenzy, her body caught up in an insane
whirlpool of sheer raw lust that she never would have
believed existed before this afternoon. She strained
her muscles to meet every jerking thrust of his
pistoning cock, gasping with pain each time his pelvis
smacked against her tender upturned loins with a brutal
thud that resounded loudly through-out the room.
Then suddenly her breathing quickened as he started to
bring her to a climax with the savage pounding of his
body alone. She humped wantonly beneath him, fighting
insanely for the peak that was so close, when his short
plunging prick abruptly stiffened and began to shoot
its white hot cum juice far into the depths of her
tortured womb.
Kathy cried out in miserable frustration, then
furiously pushed away the now-useless body of the thin,
heavily panting man, gasping in anguish as she felt the
exhausted deflating penis slip maddeningly from her
still-churning thighs. Her own orgasm had been but a
moment away and now the fires still raged on within her
drugged and frustrated body. She despaired of ever
finding relief and threw her arm over her eyes as tears
of disappointment streamed down her passion-flaming
cheeks. Then, through the haze of her misery, she saw
the red-headed youth grinning cockily down at her from
the near side of the bed. "Oh, please... please... I
need a bigger cock..." she murmured brokenly, her
passion driving her beyond the point of caring how she
must look or sound. "Oh God, get on top of me and fuck
my cunt, please!"
"Shit, yeah, fuck the bitch, Red," the aquiline man
called Lenny said in angry invitation as he climbed
exhaustedly from Kathy's inflamed body and off the bed,
his pride injured by the wanton young wife's expressed
dissatisfaction with the size of his prick. Then, to
Carl, he added, "Don't worry, pal, we'll find some
other place for you to put your cock so you won't have
to wait all afternoon."
"Hell yes," the teen-ager identified as Red assured the
others as he moved hastily onto the bed, "as soon as I
ram this cock of mine in her, she won't know the
difference anyhow."
Through the stupefying haze of her lust, the blonde
haired young woman barely heard him speak but was
grinding her crotch around frantically below as he
moved his hot and ready body up over her young lithe
frame. Her fiery gaping pussy searched hungrily upward
for the shaft of rigid flesh that would fill its aching
need and Kathy gasped in relief as she felt the
pressure of the bulging prick-head against the hotly
pulsating opening.
The squirming blonde was dimly aware of the others as
they whispered lewd, obscenely mocking comments from
above her, but she was numbed now to any further
humiliation. Nothing was important to her but the
blazing tide of lust that was threatening to carry her
past the edge of human endurance. Every single muscle
in her sexually tensed body was arched toward that
thrilling probe between her trembling thighs until
suddenly the blotchy-faced boy flicked his hips
forward. She felt a sudden sharp stab of pain as
something monstrous, something unnaturally huge pressed
past the throbbing wet lips of her cunt, stretching the
soft resisting flesh almost to the breaking point.
Instinctively, her hand darted down behind her upturned
buttocks and she gasped in amazement as her fingers
encountered the giant pole of flesh that was boring so
painfully into the narrow little passageway between her
legs. My God, it was huge! The long, thick organ was
even bigger than Max Alexander's giant penis, and she
jerked her hand away from the mammoth fleshy staff in a
reflexive action of horror. She could never take that
thing inside her without its tearing her intestines to
shreds! Suddenly the terrified young housewife began to
squirm frantically, trying to tear herself away from
the sadistically snickering youth and his inhumanely
large sex organ.
"Help me hold her down you guys," the red-headed young
man suddenly barked laughingly to the two men beside
the bed. "She just got an idea of what's coming and she
ain't sure she wants it yet."
"Oh God, it's too big! You'll kill me," she whimpered
in fright as she felt their hands reaching from either
side of the mattress, taking firm hold of her slender
ankles, men brutally levering her feet up off the bed
and back over her head until the muscles of her body
felt as though they would snap from the cruel strain.
Her toes were touching the pillow on either side of her
head presenting the whole flat plane of her defenseless
hair-covered pussy up to the wildly grinning redhead to
plunder at will.
"Aaaaahhh!" Kathy cried out as the youthful boy lunged
forward, thrusting his hips harder than before, sinking
the cruel fleshy monster into her helplessly straining
cunt another agonizing inch. Though she tried
desperately to kick her legs free and escape this
inhuman, torturing impalement, the ruthlessly
imprisoning hands held her tight to the mattress. There
was nothing she could do but clench her eyes tightly
shut against the hideous pain of his slow, relentless
penetration.
Red propped himself up on his hands in the push-up
position and flicked forward again, his toothy grin
widening as the fleshy rod was buried another
excruciating inch into Kathy's wide-stretched pussy.
"Uuuuuggghhh!"
He thrust forward again.
"Aaaaaggghhhhh!"
Kathy felt hot breath blasting down over her nakedness
as the two watchers around the bed crowded in closer,
their hungry eyes fixed on the lust-inciting spectacle
of this young blonde beauty being hopelessly impaled on
the adolescent's colossal prick. She was dimly aware of
hands clawing greedily at her heaving satin-smooth
breasts and more hands and fingers crawling hungrily
over every part of her flesh until she was certain she
was covered with tiny crawling animals trying to enter
every opening of her body. She began to sob
hysterically, tears welling in great gushes from her
pain-blinded eyes.
"Aw, let the little cunt have it all," Lenny muttered
vengefully from somewhere above her.
Obeying the older man's command, Red pressed forward
with a sudden crushing lurch that plowed the giant long
cock deep into Kathy's tight still-resisting
passageway, pressing great waves of her pink soft flesh
rippling before it. The cringing young wife quaked
convulsively as the gigantic fleshy prick burrowed
relentlessly up and up into her belly, forcing her
inner organs to each side of its battering path,
smashing anything that resisted its entry. It felt as
though it were about to come out of her throat and her
mouth if it didn't stop soon. It was tearing the soul
from her agony-wracked body and was devouring it in
great gulps of depraved sensuality.
Suddenly, with a bone-shaking jolt, the grunting
youth's pelvis crashed resoundingly against the wide-
split crevice of Kathy's upturned ass and his balls
slammed wetly down against the tiny puckered hole of
her flinching anus.
The huge thick cock was buried to the hilt inside her
helplessly quivering cunt!
The insolently grinning boy hovered motionless above
her until the impaled beauty's pain-contorted face
began to gradually relax, her tightly-clenched teeth
opening in loose surprise as her painfully-stretched
inner flesh slowly grew accustomed to the fantastic
inhuman intrusion.
The leering red-headed boy flexed the giant head of his
prick deep inside her soft white belly bringing another
groan of agonized protest from her trembling lips. He
flexed again, then again, grinning more wickedly as he
heard her pleading groans grow softer and softer as her
hot moist channel stretched and dilated around the
heavily-veined thickness of his gigantic pulsating
spear of flesh. He began a slow gyrating motion with
his pelvis, then, grinding his colossal prick into her
defenseless vagina, straining the still-cringing walls
outward until the long, invading prick fit snugly up
into her wide-stretched little belly like a sword in
its sheath.
June's two other friends leered down to peer lustfully
at the incredible sight of the enormously buried cock,
amazed that the tight tiny hole they had seen between
the young blonde's thighs before could have swallowed
the whole length of it. Again, Kathy felt hands
searching feverishly over the glistening twin moons of
her ass-cheeks and she felt inquisitive fingers pulling
cruelly at the fleshy fuzz covered lips that clamped so
tightly around the huge, completely embedded prick.
She winced as she suddenly felt an anonymous fingertip
probe under the heavy dangling balls pressed into her
tiny wrinkled anus, flicking teasingly at it like a
wild, unrelenting tongue. She stiffened when it paused
and then suddenly popped through the tight surrounding
nether ring, worming deeply into the tender spongy
flesh inside. It moved slowly around, expanding the
tiny opening until the very palm of the intruding hand
pressed, flat and hard against her rounded straining
buttocks, the whole finger buried securely within the
dry throbbing tunnel.
Kneeling over her helplessly doubled body the spotty-
faced youth suddenly grunted impatiently and began a
slow painful fucking motion in and out of Kathy's
moist, wide-stretched pussy. Grinning triumphantly
above her, he used long, lunging strokes, thrusting
forward mercilessly from the outmost crest of his
withdrawal to slam her anguished young body deep into
the mattress with every brutal stroke forward.
The thick middle finger sunk in her asshole united with
the massive, slow-drubbing prick as a rhythmic fucking
team that brought groans of pain and yet, at the same
time, gasps of ecstasy tumbling from her lips in
cadence with the double invasion. The torturous pain
was now miraculously fading and an odd sensation of
tingling pleasure began to mingle with the glorious
sheers of rapturous feeling in her cunt below, building
up to form a strange masochistic excitement until she
was lost in an endless soaring flight of exquisite
sensation.
The muscles of her body began to flex in an unconscious
rhythm with the cock and finger fucking into her vagina
and wide-stretched little anus, starting her hips
gyrating with ever-increasing speed to match the
movements of the young brute above her. Unidentified
hands still seemed to be reaching from everywhere to
pinch and knead at her soft, white skin, driving the
lovely blonde's sexually intoxicated body to greater
heights of drug-induced ecstasy.
"Oh, yes... fuck me, fuck me," she chanted, squirming
her sweating body to meet the crawling hands and
fingers that clutched at her flushed and tingling
flesh. Her eyes flickered open and she gazed around her
in blurred ecstasy. Her shifting gaze moved back and
forth between the two strangers bending over the bed,
stroking their own rampant cocks in time to the
monstrous prick fucking into her moist, wide-split cunt
and the strange finger ramming ceaselessly into her now
eagerly clenching rectum. She was a prisoner, a captive
in this glorious land of cocks, a helpless prisoner to
this beautiful ravishment of her cunt and asshole,
pinioned between their battering slamming strokes like
a trapped animal.
"Oh God, don't stop, don't ever stop! Fuck me, fuck
me!" she crooned huskily into the air, rotating her
upturned ass faster and faster to keep up with the two
pistons of penis and finger pummeling into her like
tireless fucking machines. Her entire being was
centered in her loins and nothing else mattered now
just the surging exciting reality of the hard,
palpitating flesh ramming into her hotly steaming young
vaginal furrow.
Suddenly there was a new movement in the bed, another
weight pressing down the mattress beside her head and,
from somewhere above her, she heard a man's voice say,
"Hey, Red, flip her over so I can fuck her mouth while
she's hot!"
Kathy was too dazed from the force of her sexual frenzy
to do anything but cry out in feeble objection when the
rampaging cock was suddenly withdrawn from her wide
stretched pussy. She no longer struggled against the
eager hands that rolled her squirming body over on the
sweat and cum-soaked sheets until she was resting flat
on her stomach.
"Get up on your knees, bitch," she heard a faraway
voice command her, but before she could move, the other
two impatient men had grabbed her smooth white hips and
jerked her to her knees. She swayed for a moment as she
knelt there on all fours, her dazed brain reeling with
the effort of keeping her captive body erect as they
placed her in the lewdly open kneeling position. She
smiled hazily and groaned as she felt the boy's huge
pulsing cock once again wedging tightly between her
open legs.
Unconsciously, she waved the wide stretched moons of
her buttocks back at the young man and felt the huge
blunt tip pressing against the now wetly flooded slit
of her hungrily waiting cunt. With a loud grunt, the
boy lunged forward into her, brutally skewering into
her kneeling body with his short blunt prick and
causing her to jump forward, her eyes round and bulging
in surprise at the sudden entry.
Then, "Oh, no!" she cried soundlessly as she saw a
thick, towering length of cock throbbing heavily before
her eyes. She gazed at it for a moment, lost in morbid
fascination over its primitive appearance, the pulsing
purple veins cording its wide underside and the brittle
forest of blonde pubic hair that curled around its
base. She knew it must belong to the third man, Carl,
and she closed her tear-filled eyes tightly shut when
she saw the looming shaft of flesh move forward to
within two inches of her wet, lipstick-rimmed lips.
Then she felt strange fingers fumbling with her mouth,
trying to force her jaws wide. She felt a spongy wet
knob of rubbery flesh pressing against her lips.
"Please, please don't," she mumbled piteously between
tightly clenched teeth. But the stocky blonde man
placed the flat of his hand against her forehead
pushing it back, and with the other hand was trying to
force the wide fanning head of his excitedly oozing
cock between the lushness of her lipstick-rimmed lips.
She felt horror and revulsion and tried to shake her
head away, but it was useless. The determined Carl's
strength was too great and he held her so that she
could not move her head even an inch.
She could only clench her teeth and lips together as
tightly as she could and try to keep the vile rod of
throbbing flesh from entering her helplessly vulnerable
mouth. But, he would not be denied his pleasure, not
when both of his buddies had already been enjoying her
gorgeous young body. The excitedly perspiring man
increased the pressure until Kathy felt as though her
cock bruised lips were being pushed back through the
sharpness of her own teeth. She heard him groan and
push against the plush softness, feeling her jaw
muscles give and part, tiny bit by bit, until suddenly
he gave an extra hard lunge and crushed through the
moist, soft opening into the velvety warmth of her
mouth.
She could feel the incredible hugeness slither back
over her tongue, filling her cheeks until she was
certain she would gag and choke on the hard fleshy
thickness. She struggled against this obscene rape of
her mouth but felt the boy named, Red, fucking into her
from behind, viciously into her already twice fucked
cunt, ramming her forward until the thick pole of flesh
imbedded in her face disappeared deeper between her
widely ovaled lips and wedged back hotly into the
narrow channel of her expanded throat.
Her shame and humiliation returned anew as she felt her
upraised buttocks being swept even wider apart by the
thick long penis fucking into her defenselessly exposed
pussy. Then, suddenly, it began to ram wildly against
her with a vengeance and frantic growing abandon, and
she could sense the men's hands working at her full
milky breasts and moving insultingly down the split of
her ass-cheeks to the tiny puckered hole of her anus.
Carl, in his excited state of animal lust, fucked his
big cock back and forth between her roundly distended
lips as he clamped one hand vice-like behind her
slavishly bent head. The two lust crazed animals
quickened and paced their thrusts into her to match
each other's lewdly timed fucking rhythm. Kathy kept
her eyes closed, still, and felt numb to the world
around her. Her tortured mind closed out the reality of
the beasts slaving at both ends of her delectable young
body and she barely noticed Red, behind her,
momentarily slowed down his fucking into her helplessly
spread loins.
"Hey, Lenny, you'd better throw that switch by the
mirror, like June said," the young boy called out
hoarsely to the one man who was still free to move
around the room.
Chapter 8
For almost an hour, Henry had sat nervously in Max
Alexander's roomy, silent office, growing more and more
anxious about the reason for his summons to the company
president's private sanctum. Every room on the top
floor of the Alexander Building was thoroughly sound-
proofed for privacy and the young editor fidgeted even
more when he realized that his boss could walk in to
the office at any moment, without the slightest
announcement, and interrupt his mental meanderings. As
the minutes dragged endlessly by, Henry laboriously
invented and then discarded dozens of reasons why Max's
picture was not included as usual in the magazine.
Oh, the hell with it, the worried young man finally
decided as he rose from his chair and began to pace
quickly back and forth across the thickly-carpeted
floor. If the old man fired him, he and Kathy would be
able to get by a few weeks on the money Kathy had
brought home two nights ago. Just the memory of that
strange evening in the kitchen made Henry slow his
steps and a worried frown wrinkled his brow. Though
he'd never asked for details about her windfall
inheritance, he had an unshakable suspicion that Kathy
was not telling the entire truth about where she had
obtained the money.
The way she talked about the sizable sum and her newly-
awakened interest in the state of their checking
account reminded Henry of how he had felt when he had
first started earning his own living in college, as a
reporter on a small town newspaper. His frivolous young
wife had never given intelligent consideration to money
at all, except that it was something she needed when
she decided to go on a shopping spree. But now she
seemed to be getting some peculiar sort of satisfaction
from the idea that, all alone, she had increased their
bank account by almost half.
That had to be it, Henry finally decided, shaking his
head in amusement; she had found herself a job. But
what could she be doing, he wondered. Five hundred
dollars was a lot of money for a girl to earn who had
married before she had finished college...
"You still awake in here, Henry?" June's throaty voice
broke into his thoughts. He turned to see her entering
from her office, closing the paneled door quickly
behind her. "Max just called and said he's been
delayed. So I'm supposed to tell you about his new
idea."
"Fine, June," Henry agreed, almost laughing aloud with
relief that he would not have to answer to Mr.
Alexander today about that infernal picture. He smiled
warmly at the voluptuous brunette who had perched
herself impertinently on the edge of Max's desk. "It's
about time we got together anyway," he added. "After
all, we're both really public relations people."
"Ah, we have more things in common than you know,
dear," June advised him with a sly mysterious smile.
Her dark-eyed gaze lingered caressingly on his face for
a moment and then her expression changed, once again
becoming businesslike. "Anyway, now that the profits
and sales are up so high, Max thought he might have a
little celebration for the board of directors. A sort
of party, if you know what I mean."
"No, not exactly," Henry admitted truthfully.
"Well, you'll find out in a minute," June shrugged.
"He's set up a sort of preview of the entertainment, so
that you can get together and design a little
informational mailer for the members -- full color, the
whole works." She paused a moment then added in a voice
full of insinuation, "I'm certain this girl will pose
for any pictures you might want. Max pays her very
well."
The young editor was intrigued but asked no more
questions. After having worked with Max Alexander's
idea that innumerable pictures of girls in bikinis were
absolutely necessary to the quarterly corporation,
Henry was fairly certain of what the "entertainment"
would consist of. In fact, he was flattered that the
company president had taken the trouble to set up a
version of the celebration just for him. After the
accidental omission of Max's picture in the magazine,
Henry had been certain that the boss would dream up
some bizarre way to express his great displeasure with
him and the dark-haired young man could barely believe
that he had received no violent repercussions from the
seemingly awful mistake.
"Just watch the mirror," June said softly as she dimmed
the indirect overhead lights in the huge office. "If it
gets to be too much for you, remember I'm right here
beside you. I've waited a long time to have you alone
in a situation like this."
"I... I didn't know that, June," Henry said
uncomfortably, confused by the hot, smoldering glances
she was casting provocatively in his direction. "But
what about Mr. Alexander? I heard that, well, he and
you..."
"Really, I wouldn't worry about that too much. Max is
pretty open-minded when it comes to things like that,"
the scintillating brunette purred, swiveling her sexy
body around on the shiny surface of the huge desk so
that her dramatically curving form was silhouetted in
the light from the grey-tinted glass behind her.
Suddenly a click was heard in the almost pregnant
stillness of the room and June immediately twisted back
around to face the monstrous mirror at the side of
Max's desk. "Now get a grip on yourself, love, because
this is going to be a scorcher... And remember, I'm
right here whenever you need me."
Henry barely heard her as he stared wonderingly at the
wall-size looking glass, his eyebrows raising in
surprise as the mirror first turned dark, then slowly
transparent, revealing a sumptuously-decorated bedroom.
He whistled appreciatively as the writhing trio on the
bed came into clear focus, his sparkling eyes drinking
in the lewd sandwiching of a shapely blonde girl
between two viciously fucking men.
Then Henry stiffened in his chair, his handsome young
face paling as he blinked his eyes in disbelieving
horror. Good God, it can't be!
His mind blanked completely with paralyzing shock for a
moment as he unwillingly recognized his own naked young
wife swaying on her hands and knees like some kind of
low animal bitch in heat between the two dirty-looking
unshaven men. They were at each end of her on the
mattress, ramming into her mouth and cunt with their
lust-hardened cocks! And she was not resisting. Hell,
she seemed to be enjoying every obscene second of it!
He could see that her eyes were closed and that her
voluptuous nude body was so limp and yielding that it
rocked back and forth almost mechanically as the two
strangers fucked brutally into her... sometimes
simultaneously, sometimes out of rhythm in order to
slam her into the other man's waiting groin.
He could not believe it and rubbed his eyes hard with
his knuckles to clear away what might be... he hoped
was... just a terrible illusion. The young husband
wanted to scream out his pain and horror, to turn and
race out of the office and down the elevator into the
street outside, to somehow pretend that what he saw
through the two-way mirror was not true, but his whole
body was immobilized and he sat there unmoving as
though his own weight were too heavy to lift from the
chair.
"Surprised to see your little wifey taking on two guys
at the same time -- and loving it?" June taunted
cruelly. This was what the embittered mistress had
wanted all along -- to get spiteful revenge against
couples like the well-educated young editor and his
prissy little wife, the kind of square, narrow-minded
people who had always treated her like trash when they
discovered that Max had taken her out of a cheap
nightclub on the wrong side of town to be his mistress
but not his wife. "Actually, it's a compliment, Henry,"
she went on with sardonic humor. "Max only buys the
best."
The poor little fool had gone to Max looking for a job,
Henry realized as his mind cleared a little. He felt a
stab of shame that his own constant denouncements of
her silly extravagances had driven his impressionable
young wife to become so deeply entangled in such a
situation. He tensed his muscles, prepared to rush from
his chair and break into that bedroom if necessary, to
rescue Kathy from those lousy bastards who were so
brutally pummeling her helpless body back and forth
between them.
But then, he studied the scene in the glass before him
more carefully, sinking back into his chair miserably
as he realized once again that far from resisting,
Kathy was almost insane with ecstasy. He could not get
a good look at her face, but she was grinding her
creamy round buttocks back against the loins of the
red-headed youth behind her like a hungry whore as his
monstrously thick cock fucked in and out of her widely
expanded little pussy like a freight train.
Good God, the astonished young editor thought, it was a
miracle that the boy's huge young cock didn't split her
body into halves like a fresh, over-ripened grapefruit.
Resentment and jealousy caused his blood to race like
wildfire in his veins as he remembered the countless
nights he had spent trying to coax her to even kiss his
cock... and yet there she was sucking on that blonde
guy's prick like she had been waiting all her life to
have one stuffed into her mouth. His own sweet
supposedly innocent wife was an absolutely wanton bitch
as two complete strangers fucked into her at the same
time, driving her tantalizingly beautiful young body
backwards and forwards between them. It was as though
she were just a willing plaything into which anyone
could fuck as though she were nothing more than a
common little street whore.
Suddenly he felt a surprising lurch in the crotch of
his trousers. His own prick began to jerk to life from
the stimulation of the lewdly erotic scene before him.
His own body was betraying him! Jesus, I'm as bad as
she is, he thought to himself as the uncontrollable rod
of flesh between his legs climbed steadily upwards in
unwanted erection.
"So it turns you on watching your wife get fucked by
other guys, eh Henry?" June breathed seductively as she
moved down from her perch on Max's desk and walked
seductively over to where the young man was sitting.
Crouching down beside him, she snaked her arm over his
thigh toward the telltale bulge that grew and grew in
Henry's pants. "It turns me on too, dear. Now what are
we going to do about it?"
* * *
On the other side of the two-way mirror, Kathy moaned
ceaselessly as the two men continued their debasing
double assault on her greedily absorbing body. She was
in a trance-like state and was not aware of the grey-
haired Lenny standing by the switch for the two-way
mirror, chuckling lewdly to himself as he imagined the
reaction of the watchers in the next room to the
obscene spectacle on the bed.
Only at the outermost boundaries of her consciousness
was the girl even vaguely aware of the men fucking into
both ends of her naked body shouting vile encouragement
to each other as they battered her between them and she
rotated her buttocks automatically and sucked
obediently on the thick prick thrusting further and
further into her now hotly sucking mouth.
The trapped young wife no longer felt human but like a
great mass of quivering, sensitive flesh created to be
nothing more than a warm fleshy receptacle into which
these men could pump their lewd hot sperm. She tried
not to picture what she was doing, to realize the
truth, but sometimes it was impossible not to. The
blonde man's heavy balls banged against her chin and
throat and there was a stale odor of sweat around his
burly loins that filled her nostril with a constant
reminder of what was actually happening to her.
Slowly, the very debasement of her situation tore
through her mind and the very humiliation of the two
men buffeting her viciously between them began to
excite her, strangely, more and more. The hidden
resources of desire deep in her belly blossomed out to
full bloom once more and groaning softly, she began to
roll her smoothly rounded buttocks in lewd, luxurious
little circles, tightening her ravaged cunt muscles as
tight as she could on the giant fleshy prick skewing
into her from behind. She wanted to milk it dry, to
feel the sticky white sperm squirting into her stomach
until it overflowed out her heatedly working pussy and
ran down the insides of her desperately straining
thighs.
Behind her, Red was building toward the end. He began
to thrust into her harder and faster, battering
mercilessly against the milky cheeks of her upturned
buttocks with his hard-driving loins. His big meaty
hands gripped her eagerly writhing hips, squeezing the
soft flesh into random crazy shapes beneath his
clenching fingers. His lips bared back against his
teeth and he could not close his mouth. He looked down
at the softly rounded curves of the beautiful girl's
slender bucking body and bobbing head and the sight of
the lovely young blonde being ravished from both ends
sent chills up his spine.
"Oh shit, oh shit," Carl sputtered from somewhere over
her head. "Christ-almighty, just look at her go, will
you!"
The saliva in Kathy's penis filled mouth was becoming
thick and sticky from the emissions of lubricating
fluids that seeped from the end of the lust-hardened
cock sunk into the warm working depths of her throat.
She could see Carl's slim hips straining before her
face as though he were in the throes of a spastic
seizure.
The husky blonde man's strong fingers wound tightly in
her shiny pale coppery hair, pulling her wide-stretched
lips back and forth over the entire length of his
thrusting length of cock flesh. The ravished young wife
felt her own excitement mounting more and more as the
granite-hard penis began to throb and thicken to
greater hardness in her hungrily sucking mouth, ramming
forward down to her tonsils as though it were trying to
collide with the mammoth prick pistoning into her belly
from behind. She had never felt so utterly used and
debauched in her life and yet every moment seemed to
bring her closer to a brain-reeling orgasm. She sucked
with her mouth and ground her buttocks back wildly as
her peak approached.
There was nothing else in the world now but to please
these two lust-crazed men as well as her luscious body
could, and to wallow obscenely in her own pleasure at
the same time. Simultaneously with the rising tide of
her climax, she felt the huge cock fucking into her
seething young pussy begin to jerk and inflate. She
felt her plush young thighs and buttocks being swept
wider and wider apart as the red-haired youth drove
powerfully into her, shoving his immense male cock as
far as it could go into her belly to cry out aloud and
spew his hot white semen deep into her wildly-
constricting cunt.
Kathy humped back on it violently as she felt the milky
white fluid flooding hotly into her dilated womb,
filling it until she thought she would burst open. She
felt it dribbling back out of the hair-covered lips of
her widely stretched pussy jammed back against Red's
muscular loins. His bloated testicles slapped
maddeningly down against her clitoris, causing her to
lunge spasmodically forward, burying the one named
Carl's swelling penis into her wildly sucking mouth all
the way up to his pubic hair.
Then it too burst forth with a sudden violence, filling
Kathy's cheeks and throat with the boiling pungent
liquid until she had to swallow rapidly to keep from
choking on the great gushes of lewdly cascading sperm.
Her lips clasped tightly around the lurching prick,
fearful of losing even one drop of the precious fluid.
Still, though, small droplets oozed from the corners of
her roundly ovaled lips and on down to her chin as the
fair-haired man collapsed on the pillows in front of
her, his softening penis finally slipping out limply
from her still greedily sucking mouth. Thin, glistening
strands of the viscous milky fluid connected her lips
to the now-deflated cock several inches away from her
face.
The impassioned girl skewered her hips back onto the
monstrous slamming penis still spewing its load into
her throbbing cunt and with a wail from between
tightly-clenched teeth, felt her wild fucking body soar
up and explode into what seemed a shower of tiny
blazing stars, coursing through her whole being with an
unbelievable ecstasy that sent her brain whirling
crazily, around in lust-dimmed mind.
A moment or so later, her strength was suddenly
exhausted and she dropped heavily down on the mattress
as the huge cock popped out lifelessly from her sperm
drenched pussy. Refreshing wafts of cool air rushed
into the now empty opening up between her thighs as her
body lay limp and spent on the sweat-soaked sheets.
Chapter 9
"Well, well, what a charming little family scene," Max
Alexander's voice boomed into the dimness of his
palatial office. "The marriage that stays together,
plays together, or something like that, eh Cummings?"
At the sudden sound of his boss's husky voice, Henry
leapt from his chair, wincing as his rampant cock tore
free from June Stillson's softly caressing hand.
Blushing and mumbling incoherent apologies, the young
editor stuffed his rapidly-deflating penis back into
his trousers from where June had pulled it only a few
minutes before and zipped up the fly, fumbling
awkwardly in his confusion and embarrassment.
But then, as the perimeter of his vision caught the
scene that was still showing through the transparent
two-way mirror, his own wife lying sated and panting on
a bed with two complete strangers' heatedly expended
sperm soaking lewdly up inside her body, something
snapped in Henry's brain and he wondered why in the
hell he should feel ashamed around the very man who had
placed his own formerly innocent wife in such a
disgusting and debasing position?
"Yes, something like that, Max?" Henry snarled,
startling even himself as for the first time, he called
the company president by his first name. "But there's
more to it than that! My wife got that five hundred
dollars from you, didn't she? Was that generous sum for
some other gang-fuck you set up for her or was it an
advance payment if she'd keep you and your filthy
friends happy for a year or two?"
"As a matter of fact, Henry, Kathy had done nothing for
me but fuck one of my friends, a rather harmless little
man, earlier this week," Max said, smiling with cool
amusement. "Of course, I did try her out first and,
believe me, she guarded her virtue well until I slipped
a little special aphrodisiac into her drink. However, I
noticed that she really responded, as though she hadn't
had a good fuck in her whole life."
"You lousy bastard!" Henry almost screamed with fury.
"Then what is she doing in there with those three dirty
bums?"
"I don't know," the middle-aged executive said simply.
"Why don't you ask June?"
The young husband whirled around and caught sight of
the beautiful older woman just as she was about to slip
unnoticed back into her office. With a strangled cry of
frustration and anger, Henry walked quickly across the
deeply-carpeted floor and seized her by the arm,
dragging the dark-haired woman back from the doorway
and throwing her brutally down onto a chair.
"Wh-why did you do that to her?" Henry raged down at
the gorgeous brunette, his eyes afire with wrath he
felt. "How could you let them use her like that?"
June stared hatefully up at him and Max for a moment
and then slowly her face relaxed into a smug, satisfied
smile. "Henry, dear, you're forgetting one thing," she
murmured venomously. "Whatever horrible things we made
your poor little wife do, she certainly did enjoy
them."
Henry did not even have to look back to the obscene
tableau taking place in the two-way mirror to know that
the mockingly smiling woman was speaking the harsh
truth. No matter how much she had been drugged, he
reasoned bitterly, Kathy had no right to just surrender
that way and enjoy the animal-like orgy he had just
watched. And if she could enjoy it, well, she was
nothing more than a two-bit whore and deserved
everything she had gotten and more, by God.
"Jesus Christ stop smirking, June, and bring the little
bitch out here," Max instructed his raven-haired
mistress with the beginning of a smile pulling at the
corners of his mouth. When the tall shapely woman had
left the room, the slightly greying president turned to
his young employee and casually said, "Why don't you
pay her back, Henry? Hell, she's given you enough
trouble since you've been married, according to what I
could gather from my conversation with her. Why don't
you teach her a lesson she'll never forget?"
"Christ, I'd like to," Henry muttered, grateful at this
point for some sympathetic understanding, no matter
what the source. "I'm damned if I know what would shock
her enough, though. After this, it would have to be
something pretty radical, something so wild that she'd
have to come back to me."
"I think I can help you, son," the older man said with
the same smooth sincerity he had used on Kathy almost a
week before. "If I really thought it would help you
two, I'd gladly take the trouble to set up a party in
my own home... You know arrange some things that would
make this afternoon look like a Sunday school picnic,
at least to your wayward little wife."
"Yes, I guess that's probably what she needs," the
handsome, young man agreed bleakly. His anger was
cooling now to a slow festering resentment and somehow
the idea of his once-innocent young wife being forced
into a situation from which only he could rescue her,
if he chose to, filled him with a sort of grim,
diabolical satisfaction. "What time?"
"How about seven o'clock on Sunday night?" Max
suggested solemnly, barely concealing his glee at the
success of his cunning new scheme. "And don't worry,
I'll have a few choice pieces for you too Henry, my
boy, so you can have a little fun before the lady begs
to be taken home."
"Great, I'm going to need that," the bright young
editor scowled. "I want to get myself a few phone
numbers too, because that little bitch is going to have
to come crawling on her hands and knees before I ever
give her any again."
"Oh, Henry, darling, thank God you're here," Kathy's
sobbing voice suddenly sounded, filling the room as the
now fully-clothed girl rushed in from June's office,
her pretty face streaked with tears as she rushed up to
her husband and clung tenaciously to him. "I... I have
to tell you something. I've done something... awful...
but I did it for us. Oh God, I hope someday you'll be
able to forgive me!" she babbled into his lean
shoulder, her shame-torn body trembling uncontrollably
with the delayed shock of what had happened to her in
the bedroom next door.
"You don't have to tell me anything, sweetheart," Henry
informed her stiffly, disentangling himself from her as
though she were something filthy. "I just saw what
happened in there, and it was charming honey. I didn't
know you were so talented that way."
As she saw the cold distaste in her husband's unsmiling
expression, Kathy instinctively moved away from him. At
first, her guilt made her think that Henry had every
right to think of her as contemptible and unclean, the
same way she felt about herself at that moment. But
gradually, as his words registered fully in her
tortured mind, she looked up into his face again, her
dark eyes sparking with slowly kindling anger.
"Did you say that you saw those men rape me, Henry?"
she asked with exacting slowness, as if wanting to be
certain of every word. After what she had just
experienced, she wanted to be absolutely certain of
Henry's position. "You sat out here and watched?"
"Was it rape, you little whore?" her husband sneered.
"Tell me about your great-aunt who died, honey. You
don't get paid for rape."
Throughout the whole nightmarish week, Kathy had
somehow clung to her sanity with the idea that
everything she was doing would ultimately help her
marriage but now even that slim hope seemed to be
fading away. She felt herself losing her last grip on
her emotions and through the stinging tears that
brimmed out of her flashing brown eyes, she glared up
at Henry and snapped out, "I didn't get paid for this
one, darling. If it makes you feel any better, you can
take my word for it, you just watched your wife being
raped!"
After that, Kathy let herself simply break down like a
limp rag and cry openly. She had no more will to fight
him as Henry led her grimly out of Max's office on
their way down to the company parking lot. Neither of
them spoke a word during the long drive home.
Chapter 10
Kathy Cumming's pixy-like face was alight with wonder
as Max Alexander ushered her and Henry into his huge
house the following Sunday night. Even though the
address of the Alexander family mansion had suggested
that it would be imposingly grandiose, the awe-struck
young blonde had not expected the sprawling house to be
quite so magnificently appointed and comfortable. Built
in the old California-Spanish style of the mid-
eighteenth century, the stark-white walls and red-tiled
floors were the perfect setting for the gay, colorful
modern furniture and paintings that Max preferred. The
sleekly-dressed, obviously sophisticated people milling
from room to room in the lavishly-adorned house seemed
just as carefully chosen for decoration as the
furniture.
Kathy was still not certain just why she and Henry had
to go to this cocktail party, especially after all they
had been through with Max in the last traumatic week,
but Henry had been adamant, ignoring her mild
protestations about the propriety of the whole thing.
From the way most of the men and women were already
paired off, drinking and chatting amiably around the
generously-stocked bar and buffet table, the young
blonde sensed that all the guests knew each other very
well and she felt uncomfortably awkward and out-of-
place as she followed her husband meekly to the bar.
Surrounded now by all these elegantly-attired
strangers, Kathy wished fervently she could look to her
sullen husband for companionship and support but since
Friday afternoon, he had been as cold and distant as a
stranger. Not that she had worried very much about his
cruel, indifferent attitude toward the humiliation she
had endured for the sake of their marriage; no, she had
decided on the ride home from the Alexander Building
that painful afternoon that he would have to learn to
push aside his hurt pride or simply call off the
marriage, no matter how much it would hurt them both.
As a matter of fact, today she had almost reached the
point where she was looking forward to the promising
evening here at Max's, if only to have break from the
stony, resentful silence that filled their modest home.
Even though she was perfectly willing to take her share
of the blame for what had happened she was growing
weary of Henry's undoubting assumption that everything
that ever had or would go wrong with their marriage was
due to her innumerable shortcomings. In fact, even if
he did finally recover from his anger and shock, she
had a strange feeling that she would never be able to
really forgive him for the way he had been treating
her.
Something radical had happened to their relationship
Friday afternoon in the company president's office and
nothing would ever be the same again. It was just that
Kathy had stopped looking to her self-righteous young
husband for the kindness and understanding she had
always assumed were basic elements in marriage. She was
ready now to admit the cold truth that she had actually
enjoyed having sex with Max, with his pudgy little
business associate, and yes, even with those three
sadistic friends of June Stillson!
One terrifying week of blackmail and illicit sex had
changed her into something else than a simple innocent
wife, someone wild and free, almost strange. For the
first time, she understood that sex was not just a part
of love, but a rewarding thing all by itself. Yet, how
would she ever share this newfound knowledge with her
sulking resentful husband?
The worst part of it, the thing she could not quite
admit, not even to herself, was that she was not sure
she would be satisfied with any one man again. She had
experienced as much, and more sheer sexual fulfillment
in the arms of complete strangers than she had ever
felt with the husband she did truly love.
"I'm Will Corbin. Welcome to the club," a friendly
masculine voice suddenly invaded her thoughts.
Kathy looked up in surprise and saw an extraordinarily
good-looking man standing next to her. "Thank you," she
smiled sweetly, then asked in puzzlement, "What club?"
"Oh, that's what we old-timers call the swap group," he
explained genially. "You too should be an old-timer by
the time you go home tonight," he laughed and amended,
"after the initiation ceremony I hear old Max has
cooked up for you."
"Oh, yes, of course," the baffled blonde managed to
reply as her mind worked frantically in an effort to
understand what the stranger really meant. Did Henry
know, she wondered, or were they both just dupes again
in another one of Max's sadistic sex games.
Quickly collecting her wits, she fluttered her
eyelashes up at the man and murmured, "I certainly hope
I'll see you later, but now I have to go find my
husband. I think he has my cigarettes."
Before the attractive well-dressed man had time to
offer her one from his pack, Kathy moved quickly away,
then scanned the room frantically for some sign of
Henry. To her relief, she spotted him almost at once,
talking to a sparkling covey of expensively-attired
women in a far corner of the room. Moving closer, she
signaled him to come away for a moment and, after
throwing her a look of utter disgust, he finally
disengaged himself from the group and walked
reluctantly over to where she stood waiting by the bar.
"Well, what does my darling little wife want?" he
inquired with the same sneering courtesy he had used
with her for the last two days.
Kathy chose her words carefully, determined to find out
exactly how much Henry knew about what was planned for
that evening. Assuming the most sweet and docile
expression she knew how, the fresh-faced young wife
humbly murmured, "Darling, I know that you'd just like
to be rid of me for an evening -- and believe me, I
understand, I really do. I was thinking that you'd
probably have a lot more fun if I just made an excuse
and went on home. I'll take a cab."
Henry stared down at her in astonishment, his sullen
anger of the past few days almost melting at his lovely
wife's sudden change of attitude. For just a moment, he
was tempted to put his arms around her lovingly and say
they would now go home. Actually, he was also a little
intimidated by the size of the party Max had arranged
for Kathy's "lesson."
But then, just as quickly, his keen smoldering
resentment returned, much too deep and painful to be
assuaged by any momentary sweetness on the part of this
treacherous little slut of a wife. His memory of her
naked body writhing shamelessly between those two
strangers' hard pistoning cocks was still too clear in
his mind to be erased by anything rational she might
say now. He wanted the vengeance that Max had promised
him and she wasn't going to cheat him out of it.
"No! Stay here, Kathy," he said with more vehemence
than he had intended. Instantly softening his tone, he
went on: "There are important people here tonight who
might help advance my career. I don't want to edit New
World Steel for the rest of my life, you know. Now,
dammit, get out there and circulate, unless you really
want to be a stone around my neck."
Without even replying, Kathy pivoted away from him and
walked casually off, only her narrowing eyes showing
her true feelings. His biting words had not actually
affected her and she had heard only what she had been
listening for in his words. There was no doubt in her
mind now that Henry was in on the planned "initiation"
and she had every intention of giving her husband
exactly what he wanted... in spades. If Max and Henry
had dreamt up any way to further humiliate and hurt
her, more than they had already, they had a lot more
imagination and gall than she gave them credit for.
"Excuse me, but your name is Kathy Cummings, isn't it?"
The distractingly beautiful girl recognized the male
voice this time and smiled buoyantly up at Will Corbin,
the handsome man who had tipped her off a few minutes
earlier to what must be her own husband's spiteful
scheme, "Yes, I certainly am," she said sunnily,
wrinkling her nose cutely as she beamed warmly at him.
"How nice to find a friend among all these strangers."
"Well, I don't know how to say this, but I just found
out that you're not supposed to know about what's
happening tonight," he said with a little shrugging
grimace. "Do you think you could manage to act
surprised when whatever happens, happens? I'd hate to
ruin everyone's fun for the evening."
"Don't worry about a thing," Kathy said
conspiratorially, winking as she hooked her hand around
his arm. "As a matter of fact, I have a bit more
experience in this sort of thing than the people here
think."
A few minutes later, as the guests began to drift out
onto the huge patio that constituted the heart of Max's
house, the voluptuous girl was not in the least
surprised when two men approached her and quickly began
to lead her to the far end of the immense grassy
enclosure beyond the myriad of cushions spread on the
ground for a purpose that was now readily apparent to
her. Laughing and conversing gaily with her companions,
she gave the appearance of not noticing as they guided
her up to a tiny raised platform built up against the
wall of the house.
Willingly stepping behind the blue velvet curtain that
shielded most of the stage-like balcony from the view
of the many people in the large patio, she teasingly
rubbed her body against the two men and did not object
as they eagerly began to disrobe her. They were
obviously relieved at her lack of resistance as well as
damned excited by her passionate wrigglings as they
teased and stroked her body, moving her steadily
backwards toward a velvet-covered bed placed in the
center of the platform.
It was all pretty much as she had anticipated, after
her talk with Henry, and she smiled with irony to
herself as she heard the excited conversation beyond
the stage curtain fade into stillness and Max's voice
boom out broadly to fill the night air:
"Friends, we have a nice little surprise in our
entertainment schedule tonight and, as I'm sure the
word has already gotten around, I won't elaborate.
Let's bring on our old friend, Caesar, okay..."
Seated on the ground below the platform, Henry smiled
with vindictive glee as he saw one of Max's obedient
servants come out of the house with a huge, black
German Shepherd dog straining at the end of a short
leash. If anything would ever teach Kathy a lesson, by
God, this was it, he thought bitterly, and he could
hardly wait to see the cheating little bitch's face
when she first realized what was going to happen to
her. He didn't even mind now, now that the whole thing
was going to take place in front of Max Alexander's
little orgy club, even though he had to admit that the
idea had disturbed him a little at first when one of
the women he had met earlier that evening had casually
divulged the actual function of the group. Hell, he
thought, doing it in public would embarrass Kathy even
more completely, and besides, eyeing the two gorgeous
women who had apparently attached themselves to him for
the duration of the show, it was the perfect
opportunity for him to get a little "strange stuff" on
the side, just as his wife had been doing lately behind
his back.
The curtain on the stage was drawn slowly open and the
audience gasped in approval as they saw the naked young
Kathy seated on the stage bed, her large eyes already
glassed over with anticipatory passion as two naked men
brazenly ran their hands expertly over the most
sensitive secret parts of her body. Henry saw the
ferocious-looking dog jump up on the platform, his deep
warning growls scaring the two naked stage assistants
off the platform before he lumbered closer to the bed
to press her knees apart with his nose and sniff
automatically at the thin hair-covered slit between
Kathy's slightly open thighs.
As quickly as the men's hands left her body, the
shapely young woman had become aware of the awesome,
monstrous animal near her and smiling shallowly with
the first traces of fear as she reached down to pat its
great head, she made the beginning of a movement to
close her legs and ease them cautiously away from the
huge beast. Suddenly her eyes jerked wide open in real
terror as the giant German Shepherd growled even more
menacingly, causing her to freeze in the position in
which the men had left her, leaning back on the velvet
coverlet, her soft white thighs still spread wide
apart. It was impossible for her to move without
bringing another vicious snarl from the dog, Caesar.
"Mmmmm, he really likes her cunt," a voice rose loudly
from the audience, followed by a flurry of ribald
laughter and sporadic applause. Even in his
determination to have his vengeance, Henry could not
help but shiver slightly when the huge black-furred
animal moved a step closer to his defenseless young
wife on the lighted stage before him. His first natural
impulse was to leap up and go to her rescue as he had
planned to do eventually, but for some strange reason -
- one he could not understand -- he decided to wait.
The very helplessness of his beautiful innocent-looking
Kathy leaning back on the bed in front of all these
people, shaking with fear before the snarling dog, was
sadistically fascinating to him. He could not even turn
away his solidly-riveted eyes from the sight. The lewd
thought of the giant German Shepherd raping his naked
and defenseless wife, right in front of him and all
these other people sent shivers of wicked excitement
tingling through him. And besides, the little whore
deserved anything that might happen to her now, he
excitedly rationalized as he reached out to squeeze the
expensively-clad shape of one of the women beside him.
His thoughts were quickly jerked back to the scene from
which his eyes had not yet wavered. The monstrous dog
had lowered his head to his terrified wife's soft,
hair-covered loins and began to sniff in earnest
interest. His brushy tail wagged in evidence of his
excitement as though he had finally found the best
mating partner of his canine life. Despite her firm
resolution to "show" her husband, Kathy moaned in
fright as Caesar's cold nose suddenly made shocking
contact with her tiny bud-like clitoris.
She tensed as his saliva dripping tongue snaked out and
licked wetly up and down the thinly fringed crevice
between her thighs, the tip burrowing slightly into the
wetness of her vaginal slit. For a moment, she tried to
squirm away but Caesar raised his head and growled
again, then began to greedily lap at the narrow
pinkness of the delectable fleshy feast. He ran his
tongue hotly up the full length of it, from the
tightly-closed anal opening up over the fluted pink
ridges of her pussy until it grazed the tiny nub of her
clitoris at the top of her pubic mound.
His great tongue spread through the silky softness of
the hair-covered swelling like a knife through soft
butter. It flicked relentlessly between the young
silken haired girl's widespread legs, pausing sometimes
to curl its way deep inside her. She winced
automatically, squirming under the hot wet onslaught of
the fleshy member lapping and goring her cunt.
Holy Jesus, the wanton cheating bitch was actually
moaning as though she liked it! At first, Henry thought
his ears were betraying him but gradually he realized
that the frightened sounds of before were slowly
changing to soft subservient mewls of pleasure, almost
inaudible above the gentle rustle of clothes being
discarded throughout the audience. Not wanting to seem
square to the swinging group around him, the handsome
young husband began to fumble with the buttons of his
shirt, but still he could not take his eyes from the
unbelievable sight on the stage before him. He
shuddered with forbidden excitement as he saw more and
more of a change coming over his wife and the rest of
the audience as he watched breathlessly.
Kathy was apparently oblivious to the dozens of people
watching her lewd sexual display. She was totally
immersed in her own pleasure, her voluptuously naked
body writhing as the saliva thickened animal tongue
licked slitheringly and hotly between her helplessly
trembling legs. He saw her raise her hands to hold them
aloft for a moment, as though in indecision, and then
drop them back down again to the sexually excited
beast's head.
Closing her eyes to the brilliant lights that flooded
the platform, she grasped the dog's ears and with a
deep animal sound of her own, bent her smooth white
legs, lifting them upward until her feet were resting
on the velvet coverlet and the softly curved moons of
her cream-white buttocks were hanging out slightly over
the edge of the bed. She pulled his pointed nose
forward into her hungrily moistened pussy. His long
pink tongue thrust up the moist passageway like an
attacking lizard, ravishing her now nakedly grinding
loins without mercy. Whines and wild incoherent groans
streamed from her lips, pleading and encouraging the
dumb animal who was salivating so freely between her
writhing white buttocks. The aroused dog worked like
the savage creature he was, driven by the rutting lust
of the wild in him.
Below, Kathy's husband watched his wife's milky-white
flesh quiver as the lust-maddened animal lapped wildly
at the teasingly open slit. This perverted stimulation
was driving her insane and she squirmed forward so that
the snake-like thickness of his tongue could give her
greater and greater pleasure. She was willingly now
rotating her naked white buttocks up against the
animal's hotly burrowing snout, seeming to drown in the
weirdness of the obscene unnatural act. The slavering
dog lifted his head from her moist cuntal opening then,
the impassioned young wife cried out in disappointment.
My God, she was actually pleading out for more of the
horrible, debasing excitement as though the very last
of her natural resistance had vanished under the
tortured licking of the huge German Shepherd's tongue.
She was enslaved by the huge animal panting over her,
her helplessly quivering body spread-eagled under him
as he reared up between her open thighs to place his
forepaws on the softness of her breasts, his weight
forcing her torso down to the mattress. Henry thought
he would pass out from sheer shock as he saw his lust-
crazed young wife reach forward under the dog with one
hand to touch the thinly covered sheath that enclosed
his hidden penis. His heart beat crazily as he watched
her take hold of the soft skinned sheath and begin to
milk it, first gently and then with increasing urgency.
She seemed to flinch in fear when Caesar began to
respond, his natural desire flaming up and jerking his
muscles to greater life. Seemingly unaware of the many
impassioned eyes trained on her perfect body, she
labored steadily, carefully, gasping for breath as she
squirmed back against the velvet bedcover, pushing the
wet swollen lips of her cunt down hard in a useless
attempt to soothe the tingling excitement growing more
and more excruciating down in her defenselessly exposed
loins.
From his choice position in front of the little
platform, Henry observed a bizarre look of almost
masochistic pleasure light his sex-hungry wife's eyes
as the glistening red penis slipped out from the dog's
fur-covered foreskin, dancing and jerking lewdly in her
hand as Caesar began to make excited little humping
movements and squirt tiny premature jets of clear,
animal-like semen on the sparse blonde pubic hair up
between her widespread legs. The young husband saw his
depraved young wife sob with desire as she clenched her
eyes tightly shut and thrust her smoothly rounded
buttocks obscenely upward.
It was a desperate attempt to capture the steadily
lengthening shaft with the hotly pulsing lips of her
now more hungrily grasping cunt. What the massive dog
wanted was plain to see -- and the beautiful blonde
wanted it too, her white globular ass cheeks lifting of
their own volition and spreading themselves wide apart
to his animal desire. The brutish creature's long hot
tongue had lashed her into servile surrender, crushing
her resistance and pride with its unmerciful and
unyielding attack on her softly sensitive vaginal
crevice until she no longer cared what kind of
spectacle she was making of herself in front of her own
husband and this lewdly aroused crowd of complete
strangers.
The shining scarlet penis had slipped all the way out
of its furry casing, dripping steadily from the tapered
tip, dancing in the young girl's eagerly waiting cuntal
crevice as the huge dog jerked nervously with the
anticipation of sinking the thick shaft into her
helplessly spread body. Henry saw his passionately
writhing young wife continue to grind her cunt toward
the long throbbing dog prick like a female bitch in
heat and the very thought of his own Kathy actually
wanting to be fucked by this brute of a dog sent
another electric chill of unwanted sensation through
his loins.
His own heart was starting to pound like a tom-tom and
he frantically tore the rest of his clothes off,
tossing them aside just as the sharp tip of Caesar's
cock began to jab rhythmically between his wife's
eagerly spread legs, trying to enter her, missing again
and again and even prodding accidentally down against
her tiny cringing anus once or twice.
The slender, wide-eyed editor saw his blonde bride of
less than a year wince and tense, jerking in an attempt
to evade the bending, up-slipping prod in sudden,
second thought fright, but the dog returned immediately
to the attack after having had his first taste of
success. Henry held his breath as he sat watching the
huge dog bucking hard against his moaning wife,
attempting to skewer her on the shiny head of the ever-
lengthening tower of long, dripping animal penis.
At last, in desperation, Kathy shamelessly grasped the
dog's rigid prick with one hand as with the fingers of
the other she parted the thin hair-lined lips of her
vagina, holding her mouth open in a widely ovaled "O"
as the giant German Shepherd jerked forward and
suddenly buried his huge penis deep up into the moistly
waiting mouth between her legs.
"Ooooohh! Aaaaahhh, yeeeeesssss!" The whole patio was
filled with her moans of wild abandonment as Caesar
humped more heavily forward and sank the full length of
his lust-hardened animal cock mercilessly up into her
quivering belly. The thick cock raced in, in, in, deep
into the squirming girl's voraciously clasping cunt,
filling her completely with its scarlet driving length.
Henry's eyes bulged out in disbelief as he watched the
lewd thing slither forward with a wet rush until it was
in her all the way up to the hilt, its very roots
straining out of the hairy sheath, the sperm-swollen
balls finally thumping wetly against the upturned
cheeks of her firm white buttocks. Further moans of
relief came from Kathy's lips, her lovely young face
contorting under the lights in a lewd smile of ecstasy
as she began to rhythmically rotate her hips to meet
the heavy thrusts of the excitedly panting dog.
Even as the beast's forelegs pinned her flat down on
her back to the bed, she began to undulate the cream-
white cheeks of her ass upwards, abandoning herself
completely to the delicious animal fucking she was
receiving in front of Max Alexander's whole sex group.
Her glazed brown eyes were opened wide in rapturous
wantonness and her large firm breasts danced and
bounced in little quivering motions as the dog pounded
his poker-hot thickness into her eagerly accepting
cunt.
The flabbergasted young husband shifted his gaze a
little and was astonished even more for a moment at the
sight of naked people passionately making love on the
grass all around him. For the first time he realized
that his own penis was throbbingly erect and that the
beautiful naked woman to his right was caressing it
hungrily as she gazed enviously toward the stage.
The filthy, fucking bitch, the goddamned whore, she
loves it! Henry repeated over and over to himself. His
own sweet little wife was actually loving the lewd
bestial act she was committing here, in front of all
these naked people, who were so worked up by the sight
of the unnatural act being performed so wantonly before
their very eyes that they had completely lost control
of themselves!
Christ, people whispered, Max had outdone himself this
time. Henry could not believe it... it was
impossible... and yet his breath, too, was coming in
tight, quick gasps and his heart was pounding fiercely.
The burning sensation in his slim, tensed loins grew
with maddening intensity with every moment he watched
his innocent young wife being fucked half to death by
the hotly slavering dog.
The brown-haired young man was beginning to perspire in
the warm night air and his mind whirled as he fought
against the strange stirrings of desire in his virile
young body from the sight of his own wife being
brutally violated by the huge German Shepherd. But even
then the lewd spectacle sent another chill of
pleasurable feeling coursing through his loins and he
could now sense the seeping wetness of his semen at the
end of his involuntarily hardening prick, lubricating
the cool female fingers that were skillfully massaging
him into greater and greater hardness.
Then, suddenly in the midst of his reverie, a piercing
scream rang out unexpectedly from the stage and Kathy's
loins rammed up against Caesar's furry belly just as he
lurched forward and his scarlet cock began to jerk out
its hot sticky load of sperm in hard jet-like spurts
far up inside her animal-ravaged young pussy. The
passion-crazed young woman's buttocks began to pitch
and toss crazily, signaling her own orgasmic upheaval
deep in her quivering white belly.
Thick white liquid oozed from the tightness of her
vagina where it clasped and sucked at the hotly
erupting prick, soaking her backside and the crevice
between her wildly jerking legs as she groaned loudly
and humped her open vagina forward to drive the heavily
panting dog's cock deep into her stomach for the last
time. The still-spewing length of red hardness lay
buried completely up inside her for another long,
passion-filled second as Caesar whined and shuddered,
his lower body jolting helplessly forward as the last
dregs of his warmly spurting animal sperm splashed
wetly back against the lusciously beautiful girl's
hungrily sucking womb.
Great raucous waves of appreciative applause began to
surge through the patio even before the blue velvet
curtain had finished being drawn across the stage. The
hand-clapping quickly ceased as the guests regained
interest in their own naturally lewd preoccupations.
After everyone seemed to be lost in sexual involvement
once again, Henry rose from his seat, good-naturedly
squeezing the naked breast of the girl beside him
before he walked away.
As he slowly mounted the stage stairs, his thoughts
were a mixture of anger and pride at his passionate
young wife's lewd, unnatural performance. According to
all the rules of conduct he had ever known, he had
always assumed that an unfaithful wife was a bad and
wicked woman. Now, though, he did not know what to
think because his own male cock was harder than he ever
remembered it being -- all because of what he had just
witnessed.
Behind the curtain it was dark but still he could
barely make out Kathy's beautiful violated body lying
sprawled across the bed, the lewd white dog-sperm still
glistening on her nakedly trembling thigh where the
animal's withdrawing prick had smeared it.
"Henry..." He heard Kathy's voice as she weakly lifted
her head from the velvet coverlet.
"Don't say anything, bitch," he snarled, searching his
brain for some significant way to show her that it was
him, not the dog or Maxwell Alexander or anyone else
who had the right to her perfect young body. His eyes
glinted coldly in the dim light as he snapped out,
"Turn over, you little cunt, and kneel up. Now it's my
turn for some of that community pussy of yours!"
Kathy obeyed wearily, too exhausted emotionally and
physically by her ordeal with the dog to resist. She
had been just as shocked as Henry or anyone, when her
body had begun to respond to the ferocious animal and
now she did not know what to think about herself.
Perhaps it was true that she was nothing but a dirty
whore, a slut who would "take on" even a dog. She
wanted nothing more than to be punished by the only man
she had ever truly loved, her husband Henry. She rolled
wearily over and pulled her knees up under her, against
her belly, until her smooth white buttocks rose high up
in the air.
"You're mine, you little bitch," Henry hissed as he
crawled up on the bed behind her and suddenly pried
apart her naked ass cheeks with both hands. Moistening
one finger in the wetness of the dog-sperm still
trickling lewdly from her pussy, he moistened the
cringing little nether ring of her anus and then pushed
his finger in with a cruel hard thrust that sank it
deep up inside. "Just to show you who's boss around
here, I'm going to fuck you in the ass, you hear, right
here in your ass," he mumbled punctuating his words
with small jabs and rotations of his finger imbedded
deep in her tightly-clenching little anal hole.
Below him, Kathy pressed her lust-scented face into the
mattress to keep from crying out from horror and the
discomfort of what he was doing. It was certainly less
than she deserved, she reminded herself, but she had no
right to protest at anything her husband might do to
her now, not after the ghastly thing she had done with
that dog tonight.
Through the haze of her misery, she felt Henry
stretching the smooth white orbs of her nakedly
trembling buttocks cruelly away from each other until
cool rushes of air wafted against the hot valley
between her open legs. Tears of fright and shame soaked
the velvet bedcover as she realized that her own
husband was really going to sink his long hard cock
deep into her tight, tiny rectum in a somehow even more
unnatural act of lust than the one she had just
experienced.
The frightened blonde wife was aware of the tiny ring
of her anal flesh throbbing in abject defenselessness
as Henry rose to his knees behind her. No matter how
terrible it would be, she was determined to be as brave
as she could and accept the just punishment for her
lewd actions a few moments ago on the stage. She gasped
fearfully as she felt Henry's thick rubbery cock-head
press hard into the moist naked split of her ass. She
swallowed a scream of pitiful anguish as he lunged
forward with a loud grunt, forcing the knobby tip of
his hard throbbing prick into the rubbery confines of
her tightly-resisting anal passage.
Mustering courage she never knew she had, Kathy gritted
her teeth bravely and thrust her slavishly upraised
buttocks back toward him, her brown eyes gaping wide-
open in agony as she felt the blunt intrusion of her
husband's rock-hard cock sliding into her virginal
backside until at last, the coarse hair of his groin
grazed teasingly into the youthful white orbs of her
warmly rounded buttocks. His rapidly-beating prick was
suddenly buried in her unused, innocent young rectum
all the way to the hilt!
As Henry felt the velvety, tightly clinging skin of her
back-passage stretched warmly over his deeply imbedded
cock, he began to fuck in and out of her satiny rectum
with greater enthusiasm, his trim pelvis smacking
sharply in heavy buttock- flattening strokes against
his moaning wife's softly quivering ass cheeks. Then,
as he began to realize that she was not struggling
against him, but actually fucking back with the tightly
clenching tunnel of her rectum and meeting his every
thrust, he felt his anger begin to melt... perhaps for
good. Despite everything that had happened in the last
week, he knew that he would never love anyone the way
he loved Kathy now and what other woman would allow her
husband to use her body so cruelly without even a
whimper? he asked himself.
"Am I hurting you, honey?" he whispered gently, slowing
his excited strokes into her now eagerly clinging
rectum.
The pain had faded and Kathy smiled to herself as she
heard the surprising solicitude in her husband's loving
tone.
"Can you ever trust me again?" she gasped out through
the pleasure that was building higher during every
minute of their weird new sex partnership. "And do you
really love me?" she asked timorously.
"Does it feel like I love you?" he groaned as he ground
his lust-hardened cock deep into the sensitive depths
of her excitedly clinging rectal passage. Reaching down
beneath her nakedly writhing belly to rub his fingers
tantalizingly over her hard, erected clitoris, he felt
his hand grow sticky with the warm fluids still oozing
from her ravaged, still wide-stretched pussy. "I even
love you with dog cum and all up in you," he finally
admitted with a kind of smile in his voice.
"Then you can't hurt me, darling," Kathy said, laughing
aloud in pure joyous relief at his warm words. As if to
underline her statement, she drove her voluptuous young
ivory loins back toward her husband's welcome cock,
gasping with delight as it reamed farther and farther
up into the depths of her hotly absorbing belly. She
knew now that his approval was all she had ever needed,
and she knew too that the two of them would be able to
get along very well on just Henry's salary and nothing
more...
The End
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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