BSS-619 Her Husband's Boss
[aka 'Boss's Orders']
by Karen Ziegler


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.
And 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 nglige 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 nglige. "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 nglige 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 nave,
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 crotchband. 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 nave 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
