The Company Doctor
by Monte Larden
(BSS-662T)


FOREWORD 

The world of business is a highly competitive world, a fast moving, mind 
dazzling, wickedly played game where the players make their own rules to 
survive and get ahead. It's a self-centered, unsympathetic world where arm 
twisting, blackmail and violence often take precedence over managerial 
ability and sound economic principles. A man has to fight tooth and nail in 
order to stay in the game, but if he wants to win, if he wants to climb up 
the corporate ladder, it takes more than fighting ability; it takes cunning, 
charisma, ruthlessness and a capacity for manipulating other people's lives. 

The Company Doctor is the story of a man with just such qualifications and 
the innocent, young girl who has risen within the giant superstructure of 
his corporation in record time. But his success has been due more than 
anything else to his ability to satisfy the wives of important customers. 
Fred isn't content, however, with the executive position he now finds 
himself in. His ambitions reach all the way to the top - the board of 
directors - and Stella Swanson, his efficient and unsuspecting secretary, is 
the person he has singled out to get him one move closer to his goal. 

In the story of Stella Swanson and Fred Rodgers we see one of the many 
examples of how subtle the working rules of the business world can be and 
how the most modern psychological treatments are used by big companies to 
their advantage. Our readers will be able to witness and appreciate the 
pressures put on men and women by trained doctors and psychologists to 
change their innermost mental structure and even their moral code. Here, 
under the guise of medical treatment, of relaxation and group therapy, 
doctors hired by a large corporation manipulate employees' minds for the 
ultimate goals and pleasures of the corporation executives. 

This is a story that reveals some of the psychological horror of our modern, 
impersonal, computer world and the men and women who, because of ambition, 
innocence, or weakness, fall prey to it. Possibly its most striking feature 
is the character development - or deterioration - of the young girl who 
falls unwittingly into the strangle hold of the corporate establishment. Her 
only salvation rests in the reader's ability to understand and forgive. 

Stella Swanson's story is one of an innocent's descent into hell, a story 
made even more bone-chilling by the fact that it and other seemingly 
fantastic tales lurk menacingly, just below the surface of the commercial 
world. We, The Publishers, are proud to present such a fine expose to our 
discerning public. 

The Publishers 

 Chapter One 

"Well, what did you think of the movie?" Stella asked the handsome young 
man. He was groping in the dark with a set of keys trying to get the door 
open. 

"I thought it was better than any of the movie reviews said it was," he 
answered, trying one key after another with mounting impatience. 

"Yes, I thought so, too. You can never trust those critics," Stella 
answered. 

"Damn! You try it. It seems like I find the right one only if I try the 
other fifty first," the young man cursed. 

"Here, let me do it," Stella said, taking the keys away from him. She 
squinted in the darkness looking closely at the keys in her hand. Finally 
she picked one out and pushed it into the keyhole. It went in and the door 
clicked. 

"O.K. All's well that ends well, as somebody once said." 

"Yeah, but I don't see why I can never open this stupid door," he retorted 
with ruffled masculine pride. 

"Sssshhhhh!" Stella said, motioning with her hand for him to be quiet. 
"You'll wake all the neighbors," she whispered sweetly. 

"O.K.," he answered. 

Stella climbed up ahead of him and George looked up at the svelte figure of 
his fiancee as she took the stairs one by one. His eyes rolled over the 
smooth surface of her lovely slender legs, from the talons of her high-heel 
shoes to the very folds of her sensually swaying buttocks. Stella's little 
bikini panties flashed momentarily in the dim light, and he noted that they 
barely managed to conceal the full promising roundness of her buttocks. 
George laughed to himself thinking how smart it was of the first chivalrous 
gentleman to propound the commandment of "ladies first". Indeed, from the 
advantageous angle he found himself now, Stella's long tapered legs were 
revealed from trim ankles to the top of her nylon stockings and the white 
naked flesh above. Naturally, the short skirt helped, he thought, as the 
slit up between the legs opened and closed with each step she took, giving 
his wild imagination a chance to run wild. 

George liked to watch her like that: Her hips swaying unconsciously, her 
long blonde hair swinging loosely from side to side, and her ripe young body 
rocking as she clambered up to the steps to her small apartment. It made her 
whole figure dance rhythmically to the pace of her agile feet. And it made 
him glad, more than ever, to know that she was his now and soon forever. It 
had been more than luck, he thought, maybe fate had put a lovely, 
intelligent and sensitive girl like Stella in his path. His eyes continued 
to wander up and down her legs, and he noticed that the flimsy underwear 
gave the most tempting view of the crevice separating her smooth undulating 
buttocks. Unconsciously, he swallowed a large gulp of air as his mouth began 
to salivate. It was always like that. 

Stella stopped at the third landing and quickly opened the door to her 
private world. They were welcomed by Mu, Stella's Siamese cat. She picked 
him up and caressed his sleek beige fur and looked deeply into his bright 
blue eyes. 

"Did you miss me, Mu?" And the cat, as if understanding the question, rubbed 
his triangular face and long spidery whiskers against Stella's high cheek 
bones. 

"Come on, George. Say something to Mu," she urged her fiance. 

"Hi, Mu," he said, complying, and raised his hand to pat the feline creature 
cuddled in Stella's bosom. But the Siamese, sensing a rival, hissed 
venemously. 

"Oh, Mu! That's not nice," Stella said in a scolding tone, raising the cat 
high above her head. 

"Never mind. It's mutual hate," George murmured. 

He took a couple of steps and slumped down on the living room sofa. His eyes 
surveyed the apartment. It was decorated in shades of orange, yellow and 
rust which gave it a cozy glow at night under the artificial light. The 
furniture was simple, giving the illusion of more space than there actually 
was. All in all, it had a sort of Japanese tinge to it that always made him 
feel as if he were entering a foreign and exotic place. The apartment also 
hinted of the other side of Stella - the passionate and exciting side that 
he'd begun to uncover several months ago. It was like a hidden spring 
beneath all her efficient executive secretary training. He watched her move 
about so gracefully while she prepared their usual night cap. With her long, 
silky blonde hair and faintly blushing skin, she looked very Scandinavian. 
He looked at his own dark complexion and thought of "Beauty and the Beast". 

"Okay, big man, here's your Scotch" she said, handing over a short, heavy 
glass with two clinking ice cubes. He stretched out his hand, but instead of 
taking the glass, he stroked her arm and felt the smoothness of her warm 
velvety flesh. 

As usual, his fingers transmited tingles of excitement up to the pleasure 
center of his brain. He could almost feel every hair in his arm rise to 
attention as his hand gently stroked the softness of her. He made no attempt 
to take the glass and was not even aware of Stella's knowing smile as she 
looked down at his dreamy far-off glance. He concentrated only on the 
pleasure of her warmness, and his fingers lingered on while his mind floated 
in the forming clouds of desire. 

His body was a turbulent mass of nerves, and he knew that once the vapors of 
lust started his veins boiling there would be nothing on earth that could 
stop it except the woman before him. 

"No more of that until you hear what I've been trying to tell you all night, 
lover," Stella said, pushing the cold glass into his hand and moving to a 
safe distance. She knew his habits well enough to take precautionary methods 
if she wanted a serious discussion - otherwise, there'd be no discussion at 
all. 

"All right, what's so important that you can't even come close to tell me 
about it," he answered, shocked by the coldness of the icy glass she had 
calmly shoved into his hand. 

"Simple. Next week I'll be going out of town with my boss for seven days to 
this plush estate the company puts up for its executives when they need to 
relax," she said in one breath so that he could not interrupt her. 

"What! All week long?" he said in a loud voice. 

"Sssshhh! The neighbors," she whispered. 

"The hell with the neighbors. Why the hell does your boss want to take you 
along if he's going to 'relax'? Huh?" he asked angrily. "Maybe he plans to 
'relax' with you," he added with a jealous - almost hurt - glance at her. 

"Oh, George. How can you say that!" Stella reproached him. 

"I'm sorry, honey. But I can't see why the hell he has to take you along," 
he said. "And whoever heard of a company setting up a country club just for 
its executives? What do they call it anyway, Happy Acres? Can't see my 
company doing anything like that. They don't even have an executive 
washroom." 

Dear, dear George. He thought he knew everything there was to know about 
companies large or small, since he'd worked in both kinds. After college, 
for a year, he'd been in the sales training program of the Mammoth 
Compusystems Corporation. Then, claiming he could sell anything after that 
and that he didn't really like computer hook-up systems anyway, and wasn't 
advancing fast enough into the company, he'd joined the very tiny Magline 
Company which manufactured airplane parts. After two years he was assistant 
sales manager there, so Stella guessed he must be very smart; but sometimes 
he acted as if whatever he didn't approve of couldn't possibly be any good. 
It could be really exasperating! 

"Darling, really . . . they go to relax, yes: But the work has to go on. 
There will be meetings, dictations, letters to write and a million other 
things to do. Understand?" she said emphatically. 

"Let's put it this way: I understand, but I don't like it. Basically because 
I don't trust these big shots, Stella. Specially one from a big company like 
yours," he said truthfully. 

The beautiful young secretary moved over to the bar and started mixing 
another set of drinks. 

She had known all along that this was going to be his reaction to the news. 
He had a jealous nature, though he would never admit to it. George 
considered himself too urbane to be a typically jealous man, but Stella, who 
knew him better in many ways than he knew himself, was very conscious of 
this jealous streak. She had never given him cause or provocation, but there 
were times when a dark fire clouded his eyes if he caught another man 
looking at her in any way other than brotherly. This was one of the things 
she loved about him - it was part of his Italian heritage that had remained 
undiluted even after three generations and a college education. 

George was watching every movement of Stella's body as she stood at the bar 
making the drinks. His brow furrowed and his eyes clouded with worry as he 
thought of another man having Stella around for seven days, twenty-four 
hours a day. It was too much. What if the bastard was an old fogey lecher 
with better ideas for Stella than writing letters. The thought made his 
teeth grind. He had heard enough in his work about the men behind the big 
desks and how they used the women around them, passing them about as if they 
were candy to be tasted. He had complete trust in Stella; the one he didn't 
trust was the "boss". 

Stella finished making the drinks and returned to the sofa, leaning over to 
give George a kiss as she handed him his drink. Her silky blonde hair fell 
forward and tickled his cheeks as she pressed her wetly parted lips down on 
his. Automatically his eyes followed the curve of her body down to the soft 
whiteness of the breasts that surged up from her dress. He could only see 
the beginning of the deep valley that separated the two mounds of firm white 
flesh, and he couldn't help but think of how many times his tongue had 
explored that deep gulley. He could almost taste the slight saltiness of the 
buried skin and smell the musky animal aroma that mingled with the perfume 
she splashed all over her body. The combination made his nostrils flare. 
Stella smelled like a real woman, he thought. There was nothing of the 
sterile, disinfected odor he had so long associated with other women. When 
he and Stella made love and she perspired, it was a musky, exciting, human 
smell, and he loved it. It was part of that mysterious and exotic side of 
her that he was slowly discovering, like an untapped mine full of precious 
stones that shone only under special light 

"... so you see he's not that type of a man at all... " she said, looking 
directly into his eyes. 

"Mmmmhhmmm," George said, trying to hide the fact that he had not been 
listening at all to what she was saying. His mind wandered off to remote 
corners of the past while Stella was explaining about her employer. 

"Besides, he's one of the first bosses I've ever had who is truly fair with 
his staff. For example if someone is late, but couldn't call, he doesn't 
scold them or anything. He just takes their excuse and says he accepts 
whatever apologies and just 'never mind' or 'I understand' or something like 
that." 

"Well, that's only natural for a man who has to deal with unpredictable 
females .. . what could he say," George mocked. 

"Say what you like, but I still think that is really generous of him," she 
retorted and went to sit down on a short sofa opposite him. 

His eyes followed her movements, concentrating on each one as if by sheer 
willpower he could delay the actions and study them better. Her firm round 
buttocks held his gaze as she sat down. They formed two neat little 
semicircles as they pushed down on the sofa and burrowed halfway in the foam 
cushion. That simple act took George back many months to when Stella had 
first sat on his lap and he had felt for himself on his own bones how the 
two fleshy mounds of her buttocks sank down and molded themselves to his 
hard thighs. His hand had grazed her hips accidentally at first; then 
growing more confident, his fingers had searched under the silky dress she 
wore and had begun to probe the closely guarded secrets of her femininity. 
George salivated unconsciously as he remembered how his fingers had caressed 
the beginning of the warm crevice leading down to her tightly puckered anus. 
He let his fingers parade up and down as far as they could go, touching, 
teasing and exciting, and Stella had not protested. His free hand rested 
lightly on her thighs, and he could feel the contradictory tightness of the 
muscles beneath her invitingly soft skin. His palm had felt clammy with 
sweat, but it quickly dried as he rubbed it back and forth over her nylon 
encased thigh. He pinched her teasingly and she giggled at his boldness, so 
he kept on massaging her tantalizing smooth leg. Yet at that time he still 
had no idea of how lovely the skin actually was, or of what heavenly 
delights it held in store for him. 

"Are you listening?" Stella suddenly interrupted his reverie. 

"Yes, of course," he said quickly. 

"I could swear you were a million miles away," she said, looking 
questioningly into his eyes. 

Stella wasn't quite reassured by George's answer, but she knew better than 
to test him. It had happened several times before and he had used each time 
to his advantage: Pretending to be furious he would say, - "I'll teach you a 
lesson, my little lady." Then he would brusquely carry her off to the 
bedroom while she kicked and struggled to get free. They would fight it out 
on the bed, but the more she resisted the more he liked it. His face would 
loom over her and his mouth would plant itself like a clamp on her lips 
while the rest of his strong hard body pushed savagely down on her, 
restraining her movements until they were nothing but mere quiverings. Then, 
without a pause his hands would root insistently under the hem of her skirt 
until they found the softness of her inner thighs. His fingers would linger 
there gently squeezing the tender flesh while maddenly wet lips and tongue 
played teasingly with her ears, cheeks and mouth until finally her tightly 
closed legs relaxed and her body began to respond. Slowly, inch by inch, her 
legs would spread apart, but still George would make no new moves - only 
whispered lewd words in her ear. He would keep her like this for what seemed 
an eternity until, when Stella was unable to contain herself any longer, she 
grabbed the hand that lay so tantalizingly between her thighs and placed it 
on her eagerly throbbing vaginal mound. His experienced fingers trailed down 
the hair-lined, wetly heated furrow to the screaming mouth of her cunt. 
Stella knew perfectly well what would happen after that and she never 
regretted it, but tonight she wanted to talk to George seriously, and if she 
let him start any of that, there'd be no time for discussing her trip. 

"Anyway, as you well know, there's this big deal the company wants to get 
through in the next two weeks. I don't know exactly what's involved, but it 
has something to do with the production of movies," Stella said, flicking 
her long blonde hair behind her with a quick twist of her head. 

"Movies! I thought your company was involved with insurance and real estate. 
What's this thing with movies, now?" George suddenly leaped out of his dream 
world. 

"Well, you know how it is. I don't know. Something about renting land for 
sets in this part of the country," she said. 

"Oh, I see," George mumbled in a voice so low Stella hardly heard it, as his 
mind drifted back again to some months earlier. 

He could just see her on that secluded beach front. The day was nice and 
warm, but the water was still too cold to swim and so they just lay next to 
each other on the sand with the hot summer sun lulling them and drugging 
then-bodies. He remembered the smell of her skin as it baked in the sun and 
the painfully throbbing erection he got when he glanced at her voluptuous, 
almost naked body. It had been very early in their relationship and he 
hadn't dared to do anything except turn and try to hide the enormous bulge 
beneath the flimsy material of his trunks. His long rigid penis seemed to 
bury itself relentlessly in the sand. He didn't know what to do. Then Stella 
turned on her side to face him, and one of her proud young breasts sprang 
out accidentally from behind her brassiere. He stared incredulously at it 
while his lust-swollen cock wormed itself deeper into the warm sand. Was 
Stella pretending to ignore the fact of her nakedly exposed breast with its 
swelling pink bud' pointing straight into his eyes ... or was she really 
unaware that she was driving him wildly insane. Anyway, George lay there, 
unable to move or to tear his eyes away from the mouth-watering sight, 
propped up on his elbows until his entire body shook with raging, 
uncontrollable desire. Unable to withhold a groan, he let his head fall 
sideways, and his wetly trembling lips locked on the mocking red nipple that 
had so mercilessly taunted him. 

Stella flinched at his sudden attack, but made no effort to pull away. He 
sucked wetly and noisily, nibbling with a growing hunger and excitement as 
he buried his face in the fleshy valley between her breasts and smelled her 
sun tan oil and the incredibly arousing odor of her perspiration. Groaning 
louder, he pushed his nose inside the cup of her brassiere and his mouth 
found the second lushly ripened breast, still cool from its cover and as yet 
unexcited. It didn't take long for the tiny pink nipple to grow rigidly 
erect as his tongue licked it over and over, wetly caressing it and causing 
it to quiver back and forth. He simply had not been prepared for anything 
like this; even though he had been dreaming about it for some nights . .. 
and in the excitement of feeling her come alive under him, his cock buckled! 
It gave out on him! He wanted to scream in anger as that first spurt of 
impatient sperm spewed into his trunks and drained into the sand. His wildly 
jerking cock continued to spew and the jets of cum that followed were easier 
as they wringed his body from one end to the other with twists of pleasure. 
Then he felt the sand-covered head of his penis retreating like a tortoise 
into its shell. George felt himself spent and exhausted as, with a long 
sigh, he unfastened his hungrily sucking lips for the first time from 
Stella's quivering young breast. He felt at once embarrassed and relieved, 
and just lay flat on his chest until the sand absorbed all the moistness of 
his cum and he could sit upright again. 

Stella had not said a word the whole time, but when he sat up and faced her, 
she said plainly: "Do you feel better?" 

He just nodded and when he looked up again, she was smiling as if a great 
pressure had been removed. It was then he realized that she had not known 
how to react. Had he had more presence of mind and given her a little 
guidance, he could have had whatever he wanted from her. That was the most 
important lesson he learned - he was the man and she would follow his lead. 
If he failed to take the lead, it would always end like this, with his hot 
cum being swallowed by dry sand instead of her moistly clasping womb. 

After that day he always made the first approach ... if she refused, it was 
all right and he never felt hurt. But sometimes, he learned, she would 
refuse at first... and keep resisting all the while she was becoming aroused 
and wanting to yield to him. This was also part of the game. He would coax 
her a little, insistently teasing her neck and ears with his tongue, lightly 
running his hand over her neck and ears with his tongue, lightly running his 
hand over her firmly rounded breasts and up between her thighs. Soon she was 
trembling and begging him to do what he wanted with her. It had been that 
way the first time he'd tried to suck her down there, in her sweet little 
pussy. 

God! He had been dying to have it like that in his mouth for a long time, 
but he didn't know how she would react. The thought drove him mad at nights, 
and in his dreams he would conjure up the most tempting scenes - always of 
Stella sitting on a couch and with a wanton smile on her lips asking him to 
do her "a favor". Then to his amazement she would open her long lithe legs 
very slightly, enough for him to see she was wearing nothing under her short 
skirt. She would motion with her finger for him to kneel down before her, 
and then before his feverish eyes she would seductively raise her skirt 
until her full firm thighs showed naked before him and the curtain of flesh 
that concealed her succulent little cunt would open as her legs voluntarily 
spread further apart. In his dream he was, himself, expertly tucking his 
fingers under the fleshy hair-lined cuntal lips and gently spreading them 
aside to expose the coral richness of her wetly heated pussy. He saw himself 
teasing her little pink clitoris with his forefinger and thumb as he watched 
with delight the tortured expression of passion on her face. He would keep 
it up until she was loudly begging him to suck it, to eat her. Even in his 
dream he moved in slow motion. His lips and tongue would zero in on the 
hotly pulsing clitoris and begin to wetly massage it as she shrieked out her 
pleasure. But not until her shapely white thighs began wildly quivering on 
each side of his head would he move his taunting tongue from her throbbing 
red nerve bud to the clutching mouth of her cunt. Then he would plunge his 
tongue deeply into her wetly dilating crevice feeling her body stiffen and 
her hips lunge up to meet his mouth. His long wet tongue would make obscene 
sucking noises as he slithered it in and out of her shamelessly gyrating 
cunt, staining his face with her vaginal secretions and swallowing her 
richness until her whole body shook uncontrollably . . . and then with a 
long, low moan she would cum. Every time he woke up after this dream he 
found himself wet with his own seminal fluid, and would have to get up, 
cursing, to change his shorts. It was like being fourteen again and having 
wet dreams every night. But he couldn't help it! He was obsessed with Stella 
and his need to taste her cunt. 

When it actually happened for real, it was nothing like the dream. Stella 
certainly didn't act like any Mata Hari. If anything, she was evasive and 
even adamant, and George had to work hard at convincing her to close her 
eyes and let him take over. He wouldn't have been able to do it without the 
help of some liquor - he had found out that a little Scotch made Stella 
bolder and less inhibited. So he owed his triumph partly to trickery. In the 
end it didn't matter because of the real triumph he scored with her: She had 
loved it and ever since, oral sex had become part of their love routine, if 
it could ever be called routine. 

It had been on their regular Saturday night at the movies, but unlike the 
other nights they had stopped at a local bar and had a couple of drinks. 
They had joked and laughed together and he had felt bolder than ever. 
Tonight had to be the night, he thought, and it excited him. The walk up to 
her third-floor apartment seemed interminable and he impatiently pushed her 
ahead of him. Once inside the door and still in the dark, George grabbed her 
and felt her sensually ripened body melt against his strong chest. His hands 
roamed freely over her voluptuousness, feeling every exciting curve, every 
fleshy hill and valley. Pressed between the wall and his chest, Stella 
didn't protest, only mumbled slightly drunkenly as his hands explored her. 
He was so hot that his impatiently throbbing cock jerked in his pants, but 
his tongue was even wilder in desire. Unable to hold on any longer he 
carried her across the room in the dark to the corner couch and sat her 
before him. Her dress had a tight skirt and to squeeze himself between her 
knees he had to raise the skirt. When Stella felt his hands moving 
stealthily up the sides of her thighs she tried shifting her weight to 
prevent any further advance. But nothing could contain him that night. He 
was wild with passion and the lust engendered by his fingers as they felt 
the warmness of her naked inner thighs drove him into greater frenzy. When 
his hand finally reached the elastic leg bands of her panties Stella put 
down her hands and moved her head sideways negatively, repeating only one 
sentence: "We can't. We can't." 

He would always remember how he had finally persuaded her liquor-dazed mind. 
He reassured her and promised that he would do nothing she disliked, but by 
that time he already had her dress bunched up around her hips. She had 
refused again, but he kept talking soothingly, relaxingly while his hands 
slowly and gently tugged her little white nylon panties down. Pulling them 
from under her softly rounded buttocks, while feeling the tantalizing 
closeness of her pussy, was sheer torture for him, but he had kept doggedly 
on until the panties came down to her knees. He couldn't see well, but it 
didn't matter. The smell of her warmly waiting cunt, acrid and sweet and 
only inches away made his nostrils flare wantonly. It was then he pulled her 
forward by her hips so that his body could wedge itself between her knees. 
He whispered on her mouth something to the effect of "close your eyes and 
let me take over. I won't harm you." He didn't wait for an answer and just 
simply pulled her forward by the waist so that the velvety wet "vee" of her 
warmly perfumed pussy was poised at the edge of the couch. 

He was panting like a dog as his trembling hands anxiously parted the softly 
curling pubic hair and spread her fleshy cuntal lips. His face fell hungrily 
forward and his tongue speared out to jab at the gleaming pink tip of her 
excitedly throbbing clitoris. Stella jumped nervously, but George's strong 
hands on her hips held her in place while his expertly probing tongue 
violated the wet sanctity of her pussy. His tongue lashed up and down her 
grinding cuntal crevice, feeling the moist velvet warmth from her tiny 
bulging clitoris to the hotly pulsing mouth of her vagina. Stella's eyes 
were closed now in rapture, and her long hair fell away from her slender 
neck as her head rotated uncontrollably. She was moaning low and deep and 
sucking in her breath every time she felt his tongue pass wetly over and 
around her sensitive clitorial bud. His tongue began searching for the 
naturally sucking warmth of her tight little pussy. Stella's legs trembled 
involuntarily at the side of his head as the hot tip of his tongue pushed 
tentatively into her excitedly pulsating vagina. 

Tasting for the first time what he'd been dreaming about for weeks, George 
was seized with a delirium that far surpassed his dreams, and he immediately 
shoved the length of his tongue as far as it would go into the squirming wet 
cunt before him. He opened his lust-dazed eyes and dimly saw Stella's pink 
little clitoris and her curling blonde pussy hairs tickling and curling 
around his nose. His tongue worked gluttonously around in the smooth cuntal 
walls, and his mouth made lewd sucking sounds as he attempted to pull in her 
inner juices. His painfully throbbing cock jerked and lunged in his pants at 
each of Stella's long low moans of rapture, and he shuffled further forward 
on his knees wanting to get even closer to her hot furnace of lust. On and 
on he went, giving her no peace ... until with a shrill cry of wanton 
pleasure she grabbed his head convulsively and began cumming. Her building 
hot orgasm burned itself into his impatiently plunging tongue and he sucked 
in every savory drop of her cum. His hand left her hip and dropped quickly 
to milk his rock hard penis and he came gushing, soaking his shorts and his 
pants. Ah . . . yes .. . that had been the first night... 

Unaware that he. was smiling in recollection and that a noticeable bulge had 
developed below his zipper, George caressed the lewd picture that hung in 
his mind. Stella brought him suddenly back to reality with a tender kiss on 
his ear and a repeated question: 

"Well, does that satisfy you?" 

"Hardly", he answered sarcastically, referring to his dream and not at all 
to the long explanation she had just wound out to justify her absence on 
company business the following week. 

"What?" She said, looking a little startled. 

"Just what I said... 'the Hell it does, honey'." 

With that, George jumped up from the couch and rushed menacingly toward her. 
Stella recoiled instinctively backward - not that she had any intention of 
fighting him. After all, she had been looking forward to a nice end to their 
date - and there was nothing better than going to bed together, but his 
sudden jump and threatening look momentarily took her aback. 

This always amused and excited George. It was funny that after months of 
knowing each other intimately she could still be surprised by his moves. It 
was like playing cat and mouse every time he wanted to make love, even if 
they went at it for two days in a row. He liked the game because there was 
nothing that disgusted him more than making love as if it were a routine 
thing. He liked to come on strong each time, and tonight it would be no 
different. 

He strode slowly up to her, giving Stella a few seconds to recover from her 
first reaction. But still she stood as if frozen by the intense look in his 
eyes. To her he was both Svengali and common horny sailor, and the awesome 
mixture at once frightened her and made her blood churn and her legs quiver 
with excitement. 

His attitude now was dominating and possessive; he was looking her over, 
sizing her up, scrutinizing every plane and curve of her ripe young body. 
His look made Stella feel like a whore being eyed on the street, and at 
first she blushed, but then she drew herself up straight to face him. A 
quick toss of her head threw her long blonde hair loosely back over her 
shoulders, accentuating her magnificently rounded breasts and the proudly 
held arch in her back. Her right hand was clenched in a fist and lodged in 
the curve of her waist as Stella shifted her position to give a better view 
of the entire length of her incredibly long legs. By God, if he wanted a 
whore, he was going to get one! Let him look her over and want her as badly 
that his balls ached. Just let him look! 

"How much?" he whispered tersely in her ear. 

"That depends on what you have to offer," she answered with almost the 
perfect impersonal hauteur of the professional street walker. 

Not bad, he thought, as he pulled her left hand. The girl is handling 
herself like a top notch pro. He pulled one of her hands down to his zipper 
and pressed it harshly to his already throbbing cock. 

"How's that for size, baby?" 

The prim young secretary was nearly thrown off her course as she felt the 
familiar hardness of his warmly pulsating penis against her hand. It was 
always like this: Stiff and bulging in his pants, as if he couldn't wait one 
more minute to ram it into her. Now she could even feel it growing directly 
under her fingers, stretching the material of his pants leg. The question 
had been unnecessary. She knew his size very well, especially when he was 
deep inside her, jerking and leaping like a wild animal stretching every 
inch of her ecstatically quivering cuntal walls. But she had to keep the 
game up. She really wanted to see how it would end. After all, she had 
played the chicken, the innocent, the surprised, even the raped, but she had 
never played the "connoisseur" before. The thought excited her as she 
remembered stories she had heard about prostitutes and what some men made 
them do. 

She remembered one particular story that had shocked her when she first 
heard it, and its depravity had left it embedded in her memory. She had 
overheard it from a couple of half-drunken men talking in a booth next to 
hers while she was waiting for George at their usual bar. The men weren't 
talking very softly, and what had first caught her attention were the 
expressions they were using - "pussy" and "twat" and "slit" and "cunt". 
Although shocked and disturbed, she couldn't help but listen as they talked 
about picking up a woman at a friend's party and deciding to fuck her in 
their car. They'd made her lie on her stomach over the front seat so that 
half her body was on the rear seat and the other half hung lightly onto the 
front. In that position one had rammed his cock into her pussy from behind 
and the other had had himself sucked at the same time, both in relative 
comfort. Stella remembered how they had laughed saying they had fucked the 
bitch silly. Stella wondered if $20 had been enough for the effort. 

The incident raced in a flash through Stella's mind, but now she still stood 
there with her hand pressed against George's loins and his question hanging 
unanswered in the air. How was that for size: It was great for size, but the 
little would be prostitute knew that she had to answer without seeming to be 
conscious of it. She had known it the minute he asked, as if a thousand 
generations of women raised their heads inside her to give her the reply. 

"Well, shall we give it a try," she answered him finally and offhandedly 
with an assumed air of generosity she knew would arouse every fiber in his 
body. 

His eyes flashed instantly with the fury of the slighted conqueror and then 
narrowed with determination. His normally full lips paralleled themselves 
like razor edges, but instead of speaking, he swept Stella up in one motion 
and quickly carried her into the bedroom as if she weighed nothing. He 
didn't bother to turn on the light when he came in and dumped her 
unceremoniously on the bed. There was more than enough light coming from the 
living room for him to see what he wanted to see. Stella fell where her 
fiance.dropped her, bouncing up off the mattress and rolling on her side to 
keep from falling off. Her short dress had slid up her thighs, showing 
clearly the enticing smoothness of her long naked legs. But by this time 
George was beyond reflecting over Stella's build; he needed meat now to calm 
his animal rage ... and he knew just exactly where that warmly pulsating 
meat was located. But first he was going to play this game right. With a 
whore you didn't have to be loving or gentle; they were paid for their job 
and time was money for them. He was going to see how good a prostitute she 
could be for him. He waited until she turned her face to him and then slowly 
undid his zipper and took his long thick cock from behind the cloth wall 
that had held it tame until now. 

"O.K. baby, give it a big, fat chance, and suck it," he smirked at her with 
contempt. 

Stella was taken aback by his rough manner and by the wildly throbbing penis 
that stretched out in front of her, only inches from her suddenly uncertain 
face. He stood defiantly before her, his hips poised forward to give a 
better leverage to the blue-veined cock which stood stiffly out in front of 
him. She blinked at the spear of flesh, almost in non-recognition, trying to 
regain her composure. It didn't work. She could sense his impatience, and if 
she didn't act fast the whole thing might end right there. She didn't want 
that. She wanted to show him she could be his whore whenever he wanted. But 
for that she had to have him moaning at her feet with desire ... suddenly 
she was slithering down in the bed. Her hand stretched out to encircle his 
massively heated shaft and to stroke the loose foreskin slowly up and down 
as she sat up on the bed before him. Her hand never stopped its tormenting 
massage and George, involuntarily began to move his hips in rhythmic cadence 
to her manipulations. 

Stella heard him suck his breath sharply as she lowered her head, her tiny 
pink tongue popping out to-flick its tip into the small wet slit at the top 
of the blood-inflated head. She saw his muscles contract and stiffen as she 
tantalizingly brought her wetly ovalled lips down... down... enclosing his 
sensitive hardness in a moist, warm pressure. 

With the corner of her eye she watched his hands clenching involuntarily 
into a fist as her lips tightened about the lust-swollen cock-head. She let 
the warm moistness of her mouth caress the pulsing tip, and then her tongue 
began laving the underside of the knobby head. She worked her tongue wetly 
over him, imprisoning him beyond her ovally sucking lips so that he could 
not escape the pleasure. 

"Oh God!" George heard himself moan, against his will, at the pleasure 
chills that were running up and down his excitedly trembling body. 

Stella smiled at the manly groan and kept bobbing her face up and down the 
thick shaft of his cock as her hands dropped to cup and massage the soft, 
velvety skin of his balls; while with the other she pinched gently with 
thumb and forefinger at the base of his pulsating penis. Without a break she 
began to suck steadily, rhythmically up and down with a little twisting 
motion of her swirling tongue on the upstroke. She flicked it maddeningly in 
and around its tiny hole until she felt his loins tense under the strain of 
trying to keep under control. She was winning, she thought. Winning with top 
honors and the sucking noises she herself made began to excite her own body, 
lighting a tiny fire up between her legs. 

She began to suck a little harder, nipping now and then with her small white 
teeth. Now George couldn't contain the grunts of delight coming from his 
mouth. He was almost beyond himself when she reached out for his buttocks 
bringing his loins tighter to her face. Her tongue now began slashing 
furiously at his pulsating hardness as he watched his wetly glistening cock 
appear, then disappear into her tightly compressed lips. He could see the 
pink ridges of her lips being pulled from her mouth as her lips tightly 
clung to the thick shaft of his cock. The hot breath from her nostrils 
taunted the hairs of his balls as she lowered her head absorbing his long, 
throbbing penis into her gluttonous throat. .. bobbing up and down, up and 
down . . . sucking madly . . . and massive spirals of churning pressure 
began to build in his cum-filled balls as he stiffened. Now he knew he was 
lost and putting his hands to the sides of her sweating temples he thrust 
his cock up at her, driving it even further into her moistly sucking mouth. 

"Oh, Jeeeessssuuuuss, my Lord!" he moaned, babbling more incoherent words as 
he clenched his teeth and drew his lips back savagely because . . . because 
... he felt his sperm-bloated balls ready to explode and let the foaming 
male liquid spurt forth from his aching cock head. It was time... it was 
time now ... he was going to cum right in the hungry sucking mouth that had 
milked him completely of will power until he was nothing more than a mass of 
lust quivering flesh in her hands. 

He groaned gutturally: "Aaaaaaggghhh!" 

His throat and mouth were dry as his pumping balls began to force the hot 
white sperm in wild jerking spurts up in long streams, causing her cheeks to 
bloat and hollow as she swallowed rapidly the thick deluging gushes to keep 
from choking. He wound his hands in her hair as she continued to suck 
frantically while he shot his hot load of semen into her throat. .. 
clutching at her head . . . finally locking his fingers behind it and 
thrusting his massively spewing cock even further and further into her soft 
warm mouth. Until at last he was empty. 

He let her go free so she could catch her breath, but she continued to suck, 
gently now as his finally spent rod grew limp against her tongue and she 
hungrily lapped the last drop from its retreating tip. 

George stood for a few seconds before he felt his knees buckle under him and 
he let his body fall sideways across his fiancee onto the bed. Stella 
crawled up beside him and kissed him wetly and passionately on the lips, 
sensuously running her tongue over his teeth and into his mouth as if 
exploring and discovering, for the first time, all its hidden recesses. 

"How much?" he said sighing. 

"Nothing, that was on the house," she laughed knowing she had her handsome 
fiance wrapped around her finger. "Free sample." 

"Where did you learn, that, anyway?" he asked, looked at her askance. 

"MMMmmmmm, the school of life, sir, the school of life," she said 
mock-seriously, adding: "Did you like it?" 

"Like it? Christ, can't you see I melted right in your mouth?" 

He was telling the truth, too. But what he was keeping quiet was that he 
still intended to show her who the master was around the house, even if she 
did have him for the time being. In fifteen minutes his body would 
recuperate all its energies and he would fuck her like a bull, and then 
there would be no question in her mind. But right now he had to rest... a 
little anyway. This fiancee of his was really amazing, constantly surprising 
him - she'd shown real talent for cock sucking just now - and the thought 
excited him all over again. It was nice to know ... it was another of her 
mysterious sides. He wondered how many more fascinating sides he would 
discover in her, in his lifetime, and for the first time he realized that 
the thought of sharing the rest of his life with this one woman did not 
disturb him in the least. On the contrary, for the first time he admitted to 
himself that such a project would be nothing but rewarding. A girl like 
Stella was worth her weight in gold. But a dark cloud passed over these 
sunny thoughts, obscuring them: What about that bastard of her boss? What 
did he really want her for? He still didn't trust the idea of having Stella 
away from him a whole week, escorted only by a man. It all sounded so fishy. 
He turned around to face her and found her lying naked beside him. 

My God! He had gone to sleep or had been daydreaming while this beautiful 
creature had undressed and lay waiting patiently for him. What a coarse ass 
he was, he thought, and all other ideas vanished from his head as he looked 
at her lushly ripened bociy. 

His hand stretched out and caressed lightly, but very lightly, the tip of 
her nipple. She looked at him and smiled: 

"Awake and rested?" 

"And ready," he answered firmly. 

He made no move as she unbuckled his belt, opened the waist and pulled apart 
his pants. Then her warm little hand slid inside and disentangled his 
rapidly awakening cock from his shorts so she could maneuver it freely. He 
was already hard, just from looking at her naked beside him, and at her 
velvet touch his penis jerked in surprise and excitement. Her hand began a 
soft, slow massage drawing the heavy foreskin back and forth, up and down, 
until George gave a little groan, and he looked down to see the tiny drops 
of lubricating fluid that oozed from the tip in his mounting lust. 

Lord, he couldn't wait this time. He was going out of his mind. He had to 
take his clothes off and get at her. Jumping up, he kicked off his clothes 
almost frantically and then he was naked on the bed with her, kneeling 
between her widespread thighs. His wetly heated lips were all over her face, 
her breasts, her nipples, and back again to her mouth, open now and gasping 
with pleasure. He sank his tongue through her wetly parted lips as his hands 
kneaded her desire-swollen breasts and explored her naked young body as if 
he had never touched her before. She reacted by sucking his tongue and 
nibbling at it with tiny sharp nips of her teeth that sent chills running up 
and down his spine. He felt her eagerly undulating under him, and he knew 
she was ready. But he wanted her to ask for it, to acknowledge him as 
master, so he kept massaging her soft warm breasts and kissing her while 
pressing his cock savagely against her thighs. He kept it on and on . .. 
until. .. 

"Oh George . .. darling . . . please I need you," she pleaded as her hands 
ran over his body kneeling between her widespread legs. But he still made no 
move and in desperation she lifted herself suddenly, raising both of them 
while she moved her arms around beneath her nakedly trembling buttocks and 
with both hands spread her soft, fleshy vaginal lips more open to him, 
allowing a teasing contact with her wet, sensitive cuntal flesh. Then, she 
dropped back onto the bed, his thick throbbing member caught tightly between 
the velvet flesh of her thighs. 

George let his body feel the pleasure of her surrender as she began a slow 
rhythmic undulation beneath him. She would beg him, he knew. And in his mind 
he could already feel the soft but powerful muscles of her thighs gripping 
at his buttocks when he buried his long rod of hot flesh into her tight 
little cunt. 

The beautiful young secretary moaned and eagerly thrust her belly up against 
his as he worked his hands beneath her to grasp the fullness of her naked 
buttocks. He felt her hot breath come in shorter gasps as he used his full 
cock length to tease her moistly throbbing pussy slit, now growing hotter 
and wetter with each passing stroke . . . She began to grind her hips faster 
and faster under him until at last her legs jerked to his sides opening the 
small pulsating entrance to her cunt in lewd invitation. 

"Oh darling. . . please, fuck me, fuck me now..." she whined. 

That was all he had been waiting for! George, unable to hold back any 
longer, suddenly thrust forward with his hips and felt his pulsating 
cock-head slide into the wetly grasping mouth of her tight young cunt. 

"Ooooooooohhhhhhhh!" she cried under him, amazed at the tightness of her own 
moistly ready passage. The momentary discomfort faded immediately and she 
flexed her cuntal muscles time and time again against his rock-hard cock 
until a grunt of delight came from his throat. 

The bitch was still teasing him. Well, this ought to take care of her, he 
thought! Suddenly he thrust wildly, sending his long aching cock up into her 
warmly clasping cunt with the force of a bull and hearing her shriek in a 
combination of pain and rapture. Viciously, he pounded his thick shaft 
deeper each time while the hot slippery flow of her lubricating juices eased 
the way with each plunge. Abruptly the lust-swollen head of his heavy cock 
bounced off her cervix, and his sperm-laden balls slapped lewdly against the 
upturned cheeks of her ass. She whimpered and twisted in a moment of pain as 
the pulsing head of his penis flexed deep inside her vagina. 

But the young secretary's cry of pain only incited him to ram harder into 
her, and he ground his massive cock and pelvis tighter into her loins. She 
moaned with short little whining sounds as she lay in total subjugation and 
helplessness beneath the thick impaling rod. He lifted himself to his elbows 
and looked down with satisfaction at her passion-contorted face, and a 
feeling a power filled him. He looked at her and knew he was master of his 
house, of his bed, and of his woman. 

Stella, now accustomed to the deeply embedded shaft, strained up against him 
as he began to grind harder into her moistly heated vagina. She tightened 
and released her legs around him as she started to work up and down his 
pistoning cock until they established a rhythm. They fucked now in unison! 
She let her body rock wantonly as her head tossed from side to side in wild 
abandon and felt the wild pleasure almost driving her insane. 

"Oh God! Oh, God!" she repeated over and over again as he fucked 
rhythmically into the wet walls of her hungry young cunt, his hotly 
throbbing hardness probing the very depths of her being. 

George, himself, was agonizing under the intense pleasure as she opened her 
legs to the fullest, so that he might have greater access to her wildly 
excited pussy. Suddenly he sensed his cock swelling, growing and expanding 
within her tight little cunt until he thought the already-stretched walls of 
her pussy could not possibly contain him. An incredible pressure began 
building rapidly in his cum-filled balls as they smacked time and time again 
against the upturned, quivering cheeks of her ass. He knew he couldn't hold 
on much longer ... he'd lose his mind ... and he began fucking into her with 
longer, harder strokes, feeling the warm satiny walls of her wetly clasping 
cunt dilating as he grew. She gripped his hips tight with her thighs as her 
heels beat a tattoo of urgency on his buttocks. He prayed that she was 
ready, because he couldn't take much more ... not much .. . 

Suddenly Stella drew back her legs and worked them up over his shoulders, 
presenting him with the full hotly quivering plane of her vagina. She thrust 
up at him, offering her pussy to assault and use as he wished. Her nostrils 
flared and a near shriek escaped her lips, "Oh God! I'm cuuuummmmiiinnngg. 
I'mm cccuuummmiiinnnggg!" 

"Yes, yes, come on, you bitch, cum . .. cum!" he said, his own breath coming 
in loud rasps as he fucked faster and faster into her hotly convulsing cunt, 
until at last with a loud grunt of pleasure he started spewing his white hot 
cum into her gratefully receiving womb. 

"Oh, Jeeessssuuuuusss!" he groaned all the while his wildly jerking cock 
spurted out the milky liquid sperm into the furthermost depths of her cunt. 
Stella, in.the last convulsions and quiverings of her ecstasy, felt their 
warm juices mingling in the pit of her belly and she languidly closed her 
eyes in satisfaction. 

Finally George collapsed on top of her, leaving his rapidly deflating cock 
lodged deep in her faintly twitching vaginal passage. There was no hurry. 
They went to sleep like that! Later on in the evening they got cold and 
huddled beneath the covers, close in each other's arms, until the light of 
late Sunday morning awoke them again. 

 Chapter Two 

Monday mornings were usually a drag for Fred Rodgers. He felt tired from his 
boozing weekend and, frankly, from too much sex, although he never 
considered there could be too much of that. But this Monday was all together 
different, he thought to himself, as he stepped out of his elegant 
bachelor's apartment. First of all was the up coming week of rest and 
relaxation at the company's sumptuous "Comfort House", and second was a 
little package coming to him in the next half hour that promised good 
things. All in all he felt cheerful and in full command of his 30 years of 
age and young athletic body. 

He locked his apartment, picked up his briefcase and overnight bag and 
headed straight for the elevator. While he waited, he examined his figure in 
the mirror of the opposite wall. He had black, slightly curly hair parted on 
the side, long sideburns, a well tanned and fairly handsome face, and a trim 
body of average height. All these qualities were complimented by his 
extremely meticulous and sharp dress. In the old days he would have been a 
dandy wearing laced cuffs and silk top hat; as a modern man he wore all the 
stripes and colors in fashion, but with the style and cut that only an 
expensive tailor could give. This ability to look "of class" was one of the 
things that had made his advancement in the company possible. He had risen 
in the short span of three years from house to house salesman to full 
executive, and at the age of 30 he was the youngest man to fill that 
position ever. 

Yet, he smiled sarcastically at the mirror and thought that it didn't show 
the most important reason for his success. He was almost tempted to flip his 
zipper down and wag his long thick cock before the reflecting glass. His 
cock, he thought, was the most handsome part of his self and the foundation 
stone of his success. It was not out of proportion with his size, but it 
performed better than most others, and he could prove it. He had, in fact, 
done just that when he was a senior in college and won a bet by fucking 
three girls one after the other and cumming each time like a fresh stallion. 
Later on in life, his perpetual companion down there between his legs had 
been a tremendous asset in his door to door sales venture ... especially 
with the lonely or bored housewife. He laughed when he thought of how his 
balance sheet had looked in comparison to the other salesmen's - he was an 
instant success! So he moved rapidly up the corporate ladder, and in each 
position he had been helped considerably by his superlative penis. It did 
not take him long to learn that the best way to be noticed by his superiors 
was to be noticed first by their wives. He found that charming these 
sometimes empty headed ladies was no problem, and that fucking them was even 
easier. After that he applied a little pressure here and there, and soon he 
would be transfered with a promotion. So for three years he had been more 
than fairly active with his virilely talented penis and that, coupled with a 
natural business acumen had made him the boy wonder of the company. 

The elevator took him down six floors and then onto the parking basement. He 
opened a late model car bearing the inscription and motto of the company. It 
had never occurred to him to buy a personal auto, especially when the 
company provided a new one every year and he could write it off his expense 
account. He dropped his baggage in the rear seat and drove off screeching 
his tires for fun. The wide boulevard facing his apartment took him to one 
of the main arteries of the residential section of town. He turned to it and 
went for about twenty blocks until he reached what was obviously the 
doctors' quarters - rich practicioners and specialists of all kinds. He 
parked and stepped out of the car, walking quickly towards a building with a 
large sign reading "Lawson Laboratories". The girl in the office seemed to 
recognize him, and she smiled politely as he asked, "I think I have a couple 
of records to pick up and a package as well, Miss ... " 

"Moore. Yes, Mr. Rodgers just one minute," she said, stepping from behind 
her desk and disappearing into a side entrance. 

Well, Miss Moore, you've got a nice pair of legs and tits, he thought. I'll 
keep you in mind if I ever have a lonely weekend. 

She was gone a few seconds and reappeared with two files and a small 
package. She smiled again as she handed the bundle over, and he was 
disappointed to notice a gold tooth shining in her otherwise immaculate 
denture. He immediately struck her off his list of possibles and walked out 
after thanking her. 

He fingered the package nervously on the way to the car, but did not open 
it. Instead he tucked it in the inner pocket of his jacket and walked 
faster, back to his car - in a hurry to get to the office. The morning 
traffic rush caught him downtown, and he had to sit and wait moving only a 
couple of feet at a time. When he finally reached the office's private 
parking lot, he was in a violent temper; but the minute he got into the 
air-conditioned building he cooled off and began greeting everybody in his 
usual friendly way. When he reached his office he looked for his secretary, 
but she was not in, so he left Ms bag and attache case on her desk and went 
on in to his private office. 

Fred sat behind his large oak desk, drumming his fingers in impatience. 
Finally he could bear the self-imposed torment no longer, and his hand 
dipped into his pocket to withdraw the package. Suddenly his nervousness 
disappeared, and with the precision of a surgeon he unwrapped the package 
... they were snapshots. His lips broke into a smile as he shuffled the 
dozen pictures, and his eyes seemed to dance with joy as he looked at each 
one in detail. For that he laid them on top of the desk one alongside the 
other so that they looked like a movie sequence. Again his eyes moved 
quickly over the pictures, and his lips bared back into a lewd smile of 
satisfaction. What he had in his possession had cost him a pretty bundle, 
but it was worthwhile. 

He picked the first one up and exposed it to the light. It was the backside 
of a woman, completely naked, showing well formed, round buttocks, a small 
waist, and sensually curving thighs. Again his attention focused on the legs 
- he was a leg man - and her legs were lovely and long. The next photo was 
the same girl lying on a medical bed with her proud young breasts and 
hair-covered vaginal mound completely exposed. He took it all in, his hungry 
eyes glowing as he stared at her firm, flat belly and the outline of her rib 
cage. Then his eyes focused on the face, and his face was now lewdly 
grinning as he studied the pretty face of his well trained secretary ,.. 
STELLA! 

The pictures were clinical, clean, and non-smeared. For that he had to thank 
the X-Ray technician who was a young ambitious man who would do anything for 
a buck. The contact had been made offhandedly by a good friend of his who 
was hung up on pornography. Later he found out that the photographer did his 
work out in a laboratory, when he checked it out he discovered that the same 
lab handled all the medical exams and testing of his company's new 
employees. Well, after that an anonymous caller explained to the X-Ray 
technician that he would be well paid for any "special jobs" on good 
"material" for the Hopkins Land and Investment Corporation. Since then Fred 
had received several packages of faces familiar around the company building. 
But nothing so far had ever matched the technical quality of Stella's 
pictures or the beauty of the "material". Another photo flashed before his 
eyes. It was similar to the one before: Stella lying naked on the medical 
table - but this time her legs were slightly spread apart. It showed, oh so 
clearly, the glossy fullness of her velvety little pussy and the gleaming 
pink slit between her fleshy vaginal lips. He could even see the very tip of 
her larger than normal clitoris. God, his mouth was already watering! She 
was a luscious dish and deserved a royal treament; that's why he had saved 
her up for the "rest and relaxation" of Comfort House. However, the pictures 
were a special treat before he actually embarked on the trip. A sort of an 
aperitif before a gourmet meal. He looked again at the picture and wondered 
how in the world the X-Ray technican managed to convince the girls to lay in 
such revealing positions. It was a mystery, but the man never failed to send 
him the most lewd shots he had ever seen. Actually the X-Ray technician was 
an artist! And to think he was working with completely innocent girls, who 
never suspected that they were being photographed when they supposedly were 
being X-rayed. Well, perhaps that was the secret of his success. 

Here was another shot, half of Stella's voluptuously naked body only, but 
exquisite. Her proudly upthrust breasts had been photographed from an angle 
so that both could be seen, avoiding the flatness of a front shot. The man 
had made the picture so three dimensional that Fred involuntarily ran his 
finger over the breasts, thinking he could almost feel her erect little 
nipples. But the art of the shot was not only in exposing the beautiful 
fullness and roundness of her breasts, but in the position Stella had taken. 
Her arms were crossed over her head, and she obviously had just inhaled a 
large breath of air because her chest was expanded giving a marvelous lift 
to her softly glowing mounds. Not that they sagged, by any means! But her 
whole poise was so elegant that she looked like a ballet dancer. He imagined 
her dancing erotically in that position, and his eyes twinkled at the 
thought of her ripely swaying breasts and budding nipples. God! He ground 
his teeth in an impatient hunger, as his eagerly pulsating cock grew between 
his legs. 

He fondled his lust-hardened penis gently as he looked at the next picture. 
This one, this one was unbelievable! Stella was kneeling on all fours on the 
table, and her legs were placed slightly apart, almost at the edge of the 
black stiff mattress. She was looking back towards the camera that had 
caught her smoothly rounded buttock in a position that looked like an 
invitation to fuck! Yes, indeed, Fred thought and clutched his long thick 
cock tighter through his pants. He couldn't have taken that shot; not ever 
in his life. He would have been there in two jumps, mounting and impaling 
her in one fast stroke, then he would let her have it. No woman should ever 
be allowed to kneel like that unless she was to be fucked ... it was such a 
waste! And he thought of the X-Ray technician and what a hard-on he must 
have had, but also what a miser he must be to pass up that opportunity for 
money when there was something as delectable as this a foot or so away. 
There were men and there were X-Ray technicians! He clutched his impatiently 
pulsating cock even harder, afraid it would try to jump up and look for 
itself as he examined in detail the photo. Her leg muscles were taut like 
velvet ropes, with not an ounce of fat on their firmness. Yet her hips were 
nicely rounded with enough natural padding to make them interesting. There 
was nothing he hated more than bony girls at the hips. Her thighs rose to 
meet the bottom edge of her smacking-good rump which was firm and round like 
a good fucking woman's should be. The two buttock cheeks were separated by a 
line at the top that opened gradually to show a dark crevice where her 
puckered little anus lay embedded. It went on to form the very "V" of her 
vaginal plane that lay nakedly open to his greedy eyes. What a gorgeous 
sight she was and to think . . . he'd be seeing it in live flesh as soon as 
they reached the company retreat! 

He could see the pink ridges of her spreading pussy and the faint hole 
formed by the sparsely curling pubic hairs that covered the outer vaginal 
lips. Even in the coldness of the snapshot he could almost feel the warmth 
and wetness of her cunt, and he passed his finger up and down her slit as if 
he were actually stroking it. His cock was rock-hard now and the desire of 
its blood-filled head transmitted itself to the very tips of his itching 
fingers. How he would love to spread those sweet pussy lips apart with his 
thumbs and then let his finger slide up and down the moist little crack! The 
picture showed clearly the wet mouth of her vagina, that oval opening that 
undoubtedly held secret treasures for him. And it also revealed again the 
red peak of her clitoris; with a clitoris that size and so open, she would 
take no time to pick up steam if he could just lay his fingers on it. With 
one or two weeks, he would make it turn from bud to flower, and its mistress 
would love it so much she would whine with lust. Rubbing his cock a little 
faster now he could almost imagine how his outstretched middle finger would 
slide in and out of her wetly clutching cunt. He could even see how her 
nakedly grinding buttocks would wiggle as he ground his finger around inside 
pressing against the warm smooth walls . .. 

Christ, he'd gotten wet! It was no use dreaming like that when the real 
thing was only next door; besides, he would have her whining like that in 
not too long. With this in mind, he stood up and took his hotly stiffened 
cock out into the cool conditioned air of the room. Without flinching an eye 
he pressed his obdurate member against the cold steel of the filing cabinet. 
The immediate shock almost made his hand recoil, but he kept it pressed 
there trapping the surprised penis to the cold wall. Slowly his inflated 
cock began to shrink back to normal size until it was no more than a third 
of what it had been before. Satisfied with his own self-control, he tucked 
his reluctantly wilted penis back to its place and sat once again behind the 
large desk. With one hand he collected all the photographs, covered them 
with the original wrapper, and tucked them back in his pocket. With that 
done he switched on the intercom . .. "Stella?" he said. "Yes sir," her 
sultry voice answered promptly. 

"Please come in," he ordered and switched off. 

Fred heard the knob turn and immediately lowered his gaze and pretended to 
be absorbed in some kind of report. But as the beautiful young woman walked 
towards the desk, he couldn't prevent his eyes from darting up from the 
typewritten words. He looked at her fleetingly, but in that quick glance he 
sized her up instantly. He had that knack with women, and knew that the 
pictures he had been salivating over were nothing but paper when the real 
flesh walked in front of him. Fred had always made a point of being 
particularly cautious and courteous with Stella because the minute he saw 
her, he was convinced that she was destined to be something better than just 
an ordinary lay. He had plans for her, and right now he did not want an 
imprudent look to make her suspicious, so he kept his eyes to himself. 

"Good morning, sir," Stella said cheerfully. 

"Good morning, Stella. Did you see my overnight bag and my attache case on 
your desk?" 

"Yes, sir, and they are already in the limousine." 

"Did you call the airport and find out when the flight is scheduled for us?" 
he asked, for the first time mentioning the two of them as 'us'. But Stella 
did not catch the subtlety of the nuance. 

"The flight leaves in an hour and a half, and the pilot is your friend 
Jonas," she said happy she could add that little bit of information. She was 
a good and efficient secretary, and since she had been around, a lot of 
trimming of useless paperwork had been done. She was always on time, never 
missed a day, and kept her work up to date. But she also knew that to be a 
good right-hand assistant, the human touch was sometimes more important than 
to work like a computer. So she made a point of keeping the atmosphere 
friendly and insisted she be called by her first name instead of the usual 
office routine thing of Miss Swanson. It had gone well with her boss and she 
liked him. Stella admired him for the way he handled the business side of 
things, so pleasant and friendly, even in the roughest days. But she had 
also seen him take a hold of three salesmen and tear them to shreds with 
cold and calculating simplicity. He knew how to be on top, and she enjoyed 
working for a man who handled himself well without getting any airs about 
him. Naturally she also liked him because he was young, handsome, and a damn 
sharp dresser; something her dear George would never be, no matter how much 
she polished him. There was also another particular reason she liked him: 
Never in the three months she had been with him had he ever made a pass or 
insinuated anything other than respect for her, and she appreciated that. 
There was nothing more uncomfortable, she thought, than working for a man 
who couldn't tear his eyes away from your breasts or from your behind when 
you walked out the door. In general she enjoyed working for this big 
corporation and with the man she had for boss. 

"O.K., then we'll leave shortly so that we can grab something to eat before 
we get on the plane," he said. 

"Yes, sir." 

But as she was walking out the door, just to have an excuse to look at her 
sensually swaying buttocks he asked a silly question, knowing well in 
advance what the answer would be: "You didn't forget to pack Herbert's 
report did you?" 

"No," she answered. "And just in case, I'm also taking along Mr. Smith's 
weekly assessment." 

"Good, good," he said in dismissed, and watched her as she walked out the 
door, closing it behind her. 

He thought of Jonas, the pilot. He had been out with him in a few adventures 
and enjoyed his company, even if he was a little bit of a freak in sex. Fred 
had never forgotten that night they had gotten drunk at a high class bar and 
asked the bartender if he knew of a good, hip call-girl for them. The 
contacts had quickly been made, and they picked her up two blocks away. Just 
before they left the bar Jonas had asked for a bit of cherry syrup, and Fred 
had wondered what the hell the pilot had wanted cherry syrup for at three 
o'clock in the morning. He shrugged it off as a drunken whim. But when they 
got to the motel where they were going to fuck the girl, Jonas asked her to 
undress and spread her legs open for him. Then to the whore's amazement, and 
before Fred's disbelieving eyes, Jonas took the bottle of syrup and began 
pouring it over the woman's pussy. When she was dripping all over with it he 
kneeled and began sucking her cunt with all his might, until he had licked 
every single drop. Jonas then had looked up at him and said with a 
mischeivous look: "Man, there is nothing like a cherry tart." And the idiot 
had laughed himself silly at his own corny joke. He even repeated it several 
times while they were both taking the bitch at the same time. Fred would be 
pistoning away into her expertly grinding cunt when Jonas would suddenly ask 
him: "Hey, Fred do you like cherry tarts?" and roaring away with laughter 
the pilot went on fucking his cock in and out of the girl's widely availed 
mouth without missing a stroke. 

Today, though, he hoped first that Jonas would be sober enough to fly the 
plane straight and second that he would not try any wisecracking with Stella 
while they were on the way to Comfort House. He wanted the girl to ride 
without a trace of a doubt in her mind, and a slip from Jonas' tongue could 
ruin three long months of preparation. He would take Jonas aside a minute 
and warn him if he saw that wicked twinkle in his eyes. It always meant 
danger. 

The young executive stood up, picked up his sunglasses and strode out the 
door. He was met by Stella's pert gaze and he felt his knees weaken a 
little. Come on man, he said to himself, think of all the pleasure she's 
going to give you . .. and maybe the new promotion her tight little cunt 
might get for you if you handle things right! Straighten up. She'll be a 
good piece of tail to have for the week. .. but don't fuck it up now! 

"Are you-ready?", he asked her. 

"Yes, sir." 

"Let's go then," he said opening the door for her like a perfect gentleman. 

They walked out together and took the elevator down to the basement where 
the company limousine was waiting for them. The drive was a short one, and 
they arrived at the private airfield in fifteen minutes. When they got to 
the lobby, after making sure a porter had taken care of their baggage, Fred 
turned to Stella and said, "Why don't you go to the cafeteria and get 
something to eat? I'll go look for Jonas!" 

"All right," Stella answered and they walked off in opposite directions. 
Fred glanced back a couple of times to look at her long slender legs 
flashing through sunlight and shadows and at her sensually enticing buttocks 
as she walked away. 

He knew exactly where to find Jonas, even at this hour of the morning. When 
he got to the bar there he was, having it out with a slot machine. Fred 
clued him fast on what he didn't want him to do and told him they would meet 
at departure time - he had other things to do -and left Jonas banging away 
at the machine that had just devoured his last quarter. 

He joined Stella at the cafeteria and was surprised when he saw her sitting 
before a lonely cup of coffee. 

"Don't you want anything to eat?" he asked really amazed. 

"No, thank you. I'm not really hungry. I suppose it's the excitement," she 
said plaintively. 

"Well with me it works in reverse: I get ravenous when I am excited. And 
right now I am starved. So if you'll excuse me ..." he didn't finish the 
sentence and walked out to the buffet. 

He was back shortly afterwards with a tray full of breakfast items which he 
ate while trying to make conversation with Stella. After all, he did want to 
get to know the girl; up and down, he thought sarcastically. He asked her 
about her hobbies, what she liked to do in her spare time etc. Until he got 
down to the question that had been intriguing him for a long time now. 

"Eh . . . Stella, and what about your ... oh ... personal life? Do you have 
a boy, friend, a steady or something of that nature?" 

"Yes I do. I'm engaged to be married," she answered smiling at his personal 
question. It was the closest he had ever come to anything outside office 
duties. 

"When?" he retorted almost instantly. 

"Oh, I guess in the summer." 

"You won't be leaving us, will you?" He asked a little anxious. 

"I have no intention of doing that.. . unless the company has some kind of 
regulation that bars married secretaries from working with young 
executives," she said with a laugh. 

He had to laugh too, but mostly out of relief. It would surely ruin his 
plans if she thought about leaving. But hell, why was he so worried about 
that anyway; he was sure her plans would change radically after the end of 
the week. And in a way he felt sorry for whomever it was she was engaged to. 
But he was no sentimentalist, and she was going to be a very good thing 
indeed to have around for the week, plus the key to greater success in his 
career. 

It was the first time he had enjoyed looking into her eyes without fear of 
giving himself away, and now he noticed how clear and green they were. Her 
hair too, was a lovely blonde and looked silky and soft. All in all she 
fitted perfectly in his plans, and he hoped he would fit her perfectly, 
although in a more "solid way". He didn't think she was a virgin, but he 
prayed she wasn't. It would be too much a strain for him to go through that 
routine again, and the poor girl would be too tired and sore for what he had 
in mind for her. He wanted a cosmopolitan girl for his "rest and relaxation" 
week. 

It was almost time to go, so they finished their last cup of coffee and 
headed for the gate. There they were met by Jonas, who looked unusually 
sober as the three of them boarded the plane. 

Stella was very excited by the whole adventure that lay ahead for her. She 
was even excited by the fact that they were being flown to the place in a 
private company plane, instead of a regular commercial airliner. The whole 
thing was going to be the VIP treatment of her life. On top of that, 
everything had been straight on the line and nothing out of order seemed to 
be happening. But George had been so suspicious all along that some of his 
doubts had creeped into her mind overnight. Now she was as confident as she 
had been all last week. By God! not many people got this chance in their 
lives, and she was going to enjoy it to the fullest. She was sure that after 
she got married, George would put his foot down if something like this ever 
came up again, and then she wouldn't be able to argue . . . but now she was 
her own boss and old enough to take care of herself. 

The plane ride was fairly short, and she was absorbed in looking down at the 
countryside from the six-seater plane. The conversation kept going between 
the two men, but occasionally Jonas would include her and tell her a joke. 
Apparently her boss knew all of his jokes and was not interested, but Jonas 
liked to tell them anyway. Most of them were pretty corny, she thought. When 
they began to descend for the landing the young secretary noticed that the 
airstrip was just a short runway located in a corner of a large field 
surrounded by hedges, fences, and barbed wire. In the center of all these 
acres, covered with beautiful green trees, stood a large mansion-like house. 
Stella had to force her lips shut not to whistle in amazement. So that's 
where the big shots spent their recreation time, she thought. No wonder they 
all got so pot-bellied after forty. 

They were driven off to the house in an open car, and the pretty blonde's 
astonishment continued to grow. By the time they were actually in front of 
the mansion, Stella was really stunned. She had heard of these sumptuous 
places where the big executives went to spend their time, but nothing she 
had ever imagined could come close to what she was looking at. It was like a 
majestic palace in the middle of nowhere. They got off the car and their 
baggage was picked up by a young man dressed in what seemed to be a hospital 
orderly's uniform. They went in and her eyes were dazzled by the splendor of 
the chandeliers hanging from the ceiling and the huge marble staircase that 
dominated the enormous receiving room. But looking around her she noticed 
more men and women walking around in the strange white uniforms. She looked 
at her boss in answer to the riddle. 

Fred patiently explained that the mansion was nothing more than a 
rest-relaxation-recreation sanitarium of the company where executives came 
every so often for treatment and therapy. Everything, he said emphatically, 
was done under doctor's orders. Then he went on to say that before they 
could get down to business or do any of the work they brought along, she had 
to go through several rooms where they would determine what sort of therapy 
and rest was the best suited for her. He urged her to comply with all the 
doctor's rules and regulations because they were all geared to reduce the 
anxieties of people who worked under constant pressure. The company, in all 
its wisdom, considered that their profits depended largely on the health of 
their executives and therefore had organized this "hospital" for them. As if 
to reassure her, he said he would be present in all the "rooms" to make sure 
she understood everything. After all she was his responsibility. 

The somewhat apprehensive young girl was registered in by a nurse who sent 
her along with 

Fred and an orderly to the "briefing doctor". 

They went down a long corridor until they reached a large old-fashioned 
double door. On top of the door they read a sign: Dr. Stefanes, Check-up and 
briefing. Inside, the doctor was musing at his desk, but when his patients 
walked in, his face immediately lit up. Stella was a little disconcerted by 
the man's look. He was short and chubby with knobby fingers. But what really 
surprised her were his little dark eyes, they had a lecherous look about 
them she didn't like. Her skin felt chilled as he looked her over. 

It was as if he were seeing beneath her clothes and measuring every inch of 
her body. But when he started to talk, her doubts seemed to dissipate: He 
had a very professional tone, and after that first greedy look he almost 
paid no attention to her. The doctor had opened a folder and was asking all 
kinds of routine questions like name, address, branch of the company, the 
name of her immediate supervisor. He went on to ask if she had had any 
serious illnesses, suffered from epileptic attacks, or was addicted to 
drugs. Finally when the dossier was completed he asked her to step behind 
the cloth partition in the room and remove her clothes. 

While the apprehensive young secretary was undressing she heard the two men 
talk. It was mostly the doctor asking her boss when had he last been 
admitted to Comfort House and things of that nature. Stella gradually began 
feeling very lucky again to work for a company which took such good care of 
its employees. All their medical stuff seemed to be particularly thorough, 
even when she was hired that first routine medical test she had to go 
through had been more detailed than any other she had taken before . -. . 
especially the X-Ray parts of it. Briefly her mind flickered back to that 
day ... 

When she had been sent to the lab to take the tests they had taken all kinds 
of samples from her, and then they had sent her to the X-Ray technician. He 
had been a very professional young man who had given her some horrible white 
stuff to drink so that "things would show better" when the X-Rays were 
taken. He warned her that it tasted terrible and if she felt a little dizzy 
or out of sorts for some time not to pay any attention, it would soon 
disappear. The stuff tasted terrible indeed and shortly afterwards she 
certainly felt dizzy and weak in the knees. It had been then that the 
technician had come back and asked her to undress. Just as she had finished 
taking her panties off, a red light turned on in the room. She felt 
paralyzed, but the soothing voice of the young man told her not to feel 
self-conscious, that all was merely routine for him. She remembered wanting 
to say something, but her tongue had felt thick in her mouth and her mind 
was muddled. He had lifted her onto a medical table and put her in all sorts 
of positions to take the X-Rays. 

Some of the positions had been strange enough she thought. But the young man 
had explained they were to expose the cervical region and what not. Anyway, 
she remembered how, after she had lain on her belly he hoisted her up by 
putting his hand right on her vagina and pulling her up. When she mumbled a 
protest, he said something about another kind of region and reassured her 
that he meant nothing when he touched her pussy. She didn't think he had 
used exactly that word, but it meant the same thing. The next thing she knew 
he was using his fingers to open the lips of her pussy (genitals was the 
word he used, she now remembered) and spreading something greasy all over. 
By then she was so muddled in her head that all she understood was something 
to the effect that he had to test "erectile tissues". Anyway, all she felt 
was a wonderful sensation running up and down her back while something warm 
rubbed up and down the length of her "genitals", as he called it. But the 
most incredible sensation came when a rubbery tweezer-like thing began to 
squeeze and twist her little clitoris. It had gone on and on until she 
thought she was going out of her dizzy mind. Then suddenly it had stopped, 
and she felt herself being turned over on her back one more time. By then 
she couldn't help herself from opening and closing her legs - she was hot, 
very hot in her seethingly aroused vagina. After a while the technician came 
back and guided her hand down to her wetly throbbing cunt and asked her to 
insert her middle finger in her vagina. She didn't quite understand, but she 
did as she was told and pushed her finger into her already steaming passage. 
It was all she could bear, and she groaned aloud as she pressed it against 
her moistly hungering inner walls. 

Even now she felt ashamed and blood rushed to her face when she recalled 
what a spectacle she must have been for that professional man. But she 
couldn't help it then, and she had groaned and moaned until. . . My God! 
yes, until she exploded inside and she'd had an orgasm. It was shameless! 
Yet after the dizzy spell had passed and she was dressed, the young man had 
been very understanding and sympathetic. He had said her reaction was fairly 
common among his patients, and that she should not feel ashamed because of 
him. He had been in the business for so long that what had happened to her 
was nothing more than routine. With that he ordered her to go and have a 
strong cup of coffee and a good breakfast, if she had not had one yet. After 
that her trust in the company had grown immeasurably . . . 

Now standing behind the screen at Comfort House, Stella unbuttoned her 
brassiere and slipped off her panties to sit nakedly waiting on the medical 
table for the doctor. She listened again to the conversation, but the two 
had just stopped talking. She sat and waited. Then suddenly the partition 
drew open and, to her dismay, there stood her handsome young boss behind the 
roundish-faced doctor. 

"Please, don't be alarmed," the pudgy little man said. "This is perhaps the 
first of many shocks you will receive while you are in Comfort House. But we 
are here to break down the barriers that impede human communication. And one 
of the most important barriers is our own body." 

"But doctor," Stella tried to interrupt. "... we shouldn't be afraid or 
ashamed of it. Nor should we hide it. This is specially true between men and 
women, and that is the reason why Mr. Rodgers is right behind me. The first 
thing you must forget while you are here, is that he is your boss. From now 
on you should treat each other as fellow patients so that you get to know 
each other as two human beings. But for that you must first recognize the 
differences in each other and what each of you have in common." 

My God! what is this man talking about! Stella thought. She felt as if she 
were suddenly walking naked in a public place and these two men were just 
two among the crowd staring at her. She couldn't raise her head for shame, 
but all the same she could feel how her boss' eyes roamed over her nakedly 
exposed breasts and thighs. She had covered her softly curling triangle of 
pussy hair with her hand when she first saw them, but even that made her 
feel more naked than ever. Fred Rodgers' eyes felt like two scorching fires 
on her, drinking in all the vulnerable nakedness of her body. She wanted to 
run and flee from the 'hospital', but her legs felt heavy and her entire 
body was stiff from fear and shame. God, she felt disgraced! How could she 
ever go back to work with this man after he had seen her like this? How 
could she ever hold his respect again? Everything was lost, she thought and 
felt hot tears welling her eyes. Still she couldn't raise her head. 

"Now, I want you to relax," the doctor said interrupting her thoughts. 

"Please, Stella, do as he says. Don't feel bad. I feel just like you," Fred 
said in his most convincing salesman pitch. 

Stella's face darted up immediately, when she heard Fred's voice. And when 
her eyes met his, they seemed so sympathetic that she believed him. Still 
she felt ashamed, but perhaps she could learn to relax if.. . 

"We are going to give you a medical check-up, my dear. And we are all going 
to be participants. That is to say you, me, and Mr. Rodgers here," Stella 
heard the little man say. What the hell did he man by "we are going to 
participate"? Again her knees trembled in humiliation, but the doctor was 
just touching her on the shoulder and saying, "Relax!" 

Somehow the warm touch of his chubby hand on her shoulder seemed to release 
all the pressure from her chest. And slowly very slowly, Stella felt the 
muscles of her stomach unknot one by one and the tenseness of her back 
disappear. Finally a great sigh of relief cleansed her body of the intense 
shame she had felt a few minutes before. 

Now, the same warm hand was pressuring her to lay back. She resisted. In her 
sitting position she could still crouch and half hide her nakedness, but if 
she lay ... 

"Come on my dear .. . we're all adults here," the doctor said with an air of 
impatience that made Stella feel like a fool. 

She felt his hand push once again. This time she gave in and let her back 
slide down to the covered medical table. She was now completely defenseless 
before the two pairs of eyes examining her, but there was nothing she could 
do. She felt ashamed now that the doctor had to call her an adult to make 
her realize that ... that... well, that they were all grown-ups, urban, and 
educated people! And this shame of her body was definitely a hang-up. She 
had to show courage. 

"After all, Miss Swanson, you - all of us as a matter of fact - realize that 
that there are certain basic distinctions between your body and say Mr. 
Rodger's. You have two glands that in common language we call breasts, or 
more vulgarly, 'tits'. And your genitals are not at all like his: You have a 
vagina or a 'cunt' and he has a handful of erectile flesh we call penis or 
'cock'. On top of that your buttocks or 'ass' is probably more developed 
than his; just as your hips are a bit rounder and more padded than his ... " 

Stella couldn't help but blush at the obscene words the doctor was mingling 
with all his explanation. The terms were not unfamiliar to her, but she felt 
out of sorts when the doctor used them so freely in front of her boss. The 
blood seemed to rush to her ears and spread forcefully over her face. She 
blushed even harder as she realized how idiotic she must look to the two 
men. She had to control herself... she had to ... 

"... but the real important factor," the doctor went on, "is to know what 
ground we have in common, so that we can understand each other first as 
human beings. Then, we can enjoy each other as men and women. Don't you 
agree?" 

"Yes .. . yes, of course, doctor," Stella found the voice to answer. 

"O.K. So lets get on with our little exam, shall we?" the little pudgy man, 
said smiling triumphantly over at Fred. 

Fred Rodgers had been completely deaf to the doctor's lecture. His eyes, 
mind, and ears had been glued to Stella's voluptuously ripened body. By God, 
he thought, she was ten times more beautiful than the pictures showed. Those 
shots had not revealed the creamy whiteness of her skin and the way it shone 
or smelled. It had not depicted clearly how really fantastically beautiful 
her breasts were, and how warmly dark was the aureola that surrounded the 
pink nipples. He felt an incredible need to suck them, to bite them ... He 
would, by God, he would! His eyes roamed down to the finnness of her rounded 
little belly and the well padded hips until it was stopped by the cushiony 
triangle up between her thighs. Well, one thing was comfirmed in his mind - 
she was true blonde. The sparse pussy hair that covered her loins was made 
up of little golden ringlets. He could hardly wait to get them soaking wet 
with his own saliva, to entangle his teeth in them, to feel their springy 
texture against his nose and cheeks. Man, how he was going to eat her down 
there! But now he had to wait, it was all procedure and part of the game. 
Patience, he told himself. 

You'll fuck her, and on top of that you'll make a mint of money out of that 
sweet little cunt of hers. Right now just drink in what the doctor is going 
to show you. 

Stella felt the doctor's pudgy fingers start probing around her shoulders. 
They moved around feeling her bones. He lifted her left arm up and down and 
then did the same thing to the other. His eyes seemed very intent on what he 
was doing, and his hands had the firm professional touch about them. She 
started regaining her confidence again. Then the lingers moved down and he 
cupped her right breast in his two hands and lifted it so that it looked 
bigger and firmer than it normally was. His lingers dug in feeling the 
entire mass of her breast and going around and around it. Then he took up 
the other breast and did the same, cupping and testing it. For what, she did 
not know . . . maybe lumps or something? 

Jeeessssuuusss! Fred thought. The way this bastard's pressing up her tits 
they look like two gorgeous peaches. He fought the impulse to tell the 
doctor you didn't squeeze peaches, you ate them, you sucked the juice in 
them. Oh God! How he would love to see that pair of tits hanging and dancing 
over his head. And he imagined himself straining up for them, trying to bite 
the two bud-like nipples, but failing each time so that her boobs kept 
dancing before him, driving him right up the wall - getting him so hot he 
could throw a fuck into a 155 howitzer. 

They would graze his cheeks and he could feel their hardness against his 
skin, but when he turned to take them in his mouth they eluded him. The 
nipples would tickle his nose until he could almost smell their desire. They 
would move in rapid succession over his lips making them tingle with lust, 
but still he couldn't bite them. Only his tongue could reach them - the tip 
would caress the fullness of her flesh and relish the sweet, erect nipples. 
But he was going mad ... he wanted to suck them ... to bite them . . . God! 
Fred caught himself salivating and passing his tongue nervously over his dry 
lips as he stared down at his naked secretary. 

For Stella the doctor's hands were moving down, sliding down her rib cage 
and pressing, pressing all the way to her belly. She felt the stubby fingers 
roam around her navel and still move further down until they reached the 
sides of her vaginal mound. He pressed inwards bringing her blushing pink 
pussy lips up for view. She held her breath and kept her eyes glued to the 
ceiling to avoid the face of both doctor and boss. Then she felt the fingers 
push together until they were pressing against the very tip of her 
sensitively throbbing clitoris. They squeezed and her legs tightened up 
involuntarily. What in heaven was he probing around that area for? But she 
dared not question, she had already looked like a fool once .. . she 
wouldn't again! She didn't want to be thought of as a frightened immature 
girl. But the lingers kept at it, squeezing her clitoris and moving further 
down over her suddenly tingling cuntal lips. 

What Stella could not see were the almost fanatic eyes of the doctor who was 
exchanging lewdly insinuating glances with her boss, Fred Rodgers. The 
little man was relieving himself through his fingers, and the warm vibrant 
touch of her clitoris had made him a little wilder than usual. But the point 
was that usually he didn't get beautiful bodies like this one. Usually they 
were just ordinary girls who on top of everything smelied vulgar and 
generally turned him off. But this one! She smelied of lavender and her 
pussy, Lord it smelied .. . smelied . .. he didn't know exactly, but 
"glorious" would come close. All he knew was that his fat little cock was 
dancing beneath his gown and if he didn't watch it he would cum before 
getting to the end of the examination. He had to see it... to see her entire 
cuntal slit, or he would die. Coughing to regain his voice he said, "Please 
Miss Swanson, lift your legs and place your feet right here." 

Stella looked around and saw the two stirrup-like bars standing at the end 
of the table. Timidly she lifted her feet up to them and was appalled when 
she discovered there was no way she could close her legs. With more 
determination than ever she glued her eyes to the ceiling to avoid the lewd 
sight she presented to the two men before her. She knew it had to be obscene 
- her legs high up uncovering whatever protection there was to her vaginal 
furrow. She bit her teeth in order not to blush or protest - she didn't want 
to appear so naive and foolish ever again. 

Fred Rodgers watched the doctor with amusement. Let the old bastard take his 
pleasure now, he thought- It is the only time he'll have with her. There 
will be plenty of hours for me, and far better. He looked how the little 
doctor's jet black eyes opened at the sight of Stella's coral pink little 
pussy and how his hand moved inconspicuously beneath his long white robe. 
Why, the jerk, was going to jack off right there! But looking back at Stella 
he felt his own eagerly leaping penis get wet. Boy, she was something to 
look at! 

He moved a couple of steps to the side so he could watch the doctor's lewd 
maneuvers and not miss seeing an inch of the young secretary's succulent 
vaginal flesh. It looked rich enough and warm enough to melt inside. As if a 
signal had been called his cock jerked suddenly, making the lust-swollen 
head throb and ache with want. How delicately pink her hair-lined slit was, 
and how softly inviting the lips that covered it looked. If he could just 
lay his hands on it... 

But the doctor was already doing just that. Nervously his short fat thumbs 
opened the cuntal wedge to reveal more clearly the secret cavern of her 
femininity. The doctor could hardly contain the sudden excitement that shook 
him. His mouth watered and his eyes gazed hungrily as he ran his fingers 
over the soft, fleshy layers of her cunt and drew the ragged pink lips 
further apart to expose the breath-taking fullness of her vaginal furrow. 
The entire area was nakedly exposed to him in a panorama of carnal delight. 
The little rubbing he had performed on the clitoris had paid well because 
the bud had risen and grown to what he knew must be twice its size. Now he 
could see it firm and erect, almost palpitating before his very eyes. It was 
like a beautiful little pink berry. How she would love it if he could just 
once swirl his tongue around it. He couldn't stand the sight any longer... 
and he dropped his hand again under the white robe feeling for his hotly 
throbbing cock. Without taking his eyes away from the coral richness of 
Stella's inviting little cunt the doctor started pumping his penis manually, 
slowly at first and then harder and harder. He looked longingly at the wetly 
waiting mouth of her cuntal cavern, the hole that led into the depths of her 
soft warm womb. He wished he could ... he wished .. . 

He felt his balls fill with liquid very quickly, and little spasms course up 
and down his body. He pumped his fat little penis faster and faster in 
frustration and desperation while he watched the cushiony folds of the 
rose-colored cunt before him almost cover his thumb and forefinger. She was 
a man eater. . . she could swallow anything with that fantastic pussy, his 
mind hammered on. She could .. . yes .. . she could make a man cum ... 
just... by looking .. . at.. ., her ... cunt! 

He bit his lip to withhold the grunt in his chest and the shortness of air 
in his lungs, until his cock spewed the hot sperm that had accumulated in 
his balls. He let the viscous liquid spill to the floor while he attempted 
to keep the hand on her warmly pulsating pussy tight under control. Beads of 
sweat poured down his temples and his heart was beating too fast. I'm 
getting too old for this type of exercise, he thought and with that he let 
his hand drop from Stella's open cunt. He breathed in deeply and silently 
several times to regain his composure, then put his cock back where it 
belonged and coughed. 

"That will be all Miss Swanson," he said making a great effort to put back 
into his voice its professional seal. He walked out and slid the partition 
closed once more. 

Stella dressed quickly feeling like she had passed a long obstacle course 
without getting scratched once. When she stepped out she asked, "How did you 
find me, doctor?" 

"Top shape my dear," he said smiling, his beady eyes dancing in their 
orbits. "Now take this to room no. 1," he added handing her a folder with 
her name on it. 

For the first time she dared look at her boss straight in the eye. But she 
still felt uneasy and lowered her gaze. 

"Come on, Stella, it wasn't that bad, was it? Just a routine check-up. Right 
doctor?" he said smiling sardonically at the little pudgy man. 

"That's right. Just routine," the medical man answered smiling. 

Fred opened the door for her and they walked slowly towards room no. 1. 

 Chapter Three 

"No one beyond this point without Patient Uniform." 

That was the first sign that greeted them on the way to room number 1. 

A nurse at a nearby station gave them each a white folded uniform and 
directed them to the men and women's dressing rooms. When Stella had 
changed, she looked at herself in the mirror and was surprised at the 
simplicity and comfort of the two-piece set. She handed her clothes over to 
the nurse who put them in a bag and attached a tag with a number and her 
name and threw it down a large pipe that read: "Laundry." Fred's clothes 
were treated in the same manner. 

She turned around to her boss for an explanation. 

"Well, they figure that while one is here the only clothing needed is the 
uniform which has been designed for comfort and usability," Fred answered 
straight. 

"And while we are on the subject - one thing to remember around here is - 
everybody calls everybody else by their first names. Only the doctors, with 
access to the dosiers will know your last name," he said smiling. 

"Any reason behind that?" 

"Sure. The doctors figure that once you put . on that white uniform you are 
in equal terms with the man or woman next to you. And it would defeat the 
purpose of the treatment if all of a sudden you found out that the guy 
eating across the table happened to be Chairman of the Board. Therefore, 
only first name introductions are allowed." 

"Hmmmmm. I see." 

"So, my name is Fred from now on. O.K." 

"O.K.," she answered, but knowing perfectly well that in her mind he still 
was Mr. Rodgers, her boss. 

They followed an arrow that pointed to room number 1 and walked along a 
narrow corridor until they reached the designated room. On the door there 
was a sign that said: Massage - Internal, External Authorized Personnel 
Only. They knocked and a deep voice answered: 

"Come in and wait a minute please." 

"Room- number 1 turned out to be a small place with nothing in it except a 
high, narrow table. Stella wondered what sort of massages were given here. 
The place smelled of liniment oil and cologne. It made her a little nervous 
to be standing there waiting for the masseur with her boss by her side 
because she was not much good at making small conversation. By the way he 
acted, though, he seemed to be quite familiar with the place and the 
procedure. That was at least a comfort. She didn't want to commit any more 
blunders, but without his help she didn't think it could be possible - she 
felt, really, so out of place. 

The only other door in the room opened, and a tall, heavy-set man suddenly 
walked in. His arms were strong with big heavy veins running down their 
entire length. His hands were extraordinarily big, actually more wide than 
large, but the impression was just the same, of enormous hands. The fingers 
were correspondingly thick and strong. 

"Good morning," the masseur said. 

"Good morning," Stella and Fred answered almost simultaneously. 

"May I see your papers, please." 

Stella handed her folder over and watched how his eyes moved quickly over 
the information in the dossier. It took him only a few seconds to read it. 
Then without lifting his eyes from the folder he said very calmly, "Please 
undress." 

Stella looked around for a partition or somewhere she could take her uniform 
off, but there was nothing other than the four plain walls and, off to one 
side, the man's little office. She noticed the masseur staring at her with 
an air of exasperation. 

"Right here?" she asked timidly. 

"Yes, my dear. Don't feel inhibited - that's the reason you are here - to 
get rid of that fear and shame you feel towards that body of yours," the 
masseur answered trying, very obviously, not to smile at her timidity. 

The attractive young secretary gulped and unzippered the front of her 
uniform. But her heart was pounding so hard that when she made the first 
move to slip it off she thought she might suffer a heart attack. To her 
surprise no such thing occurred, and the little jump suit fell from her 
shoulders to the floor. She couldn't help but notice how the two men looked 
over her nakedness. 

"Now, I don't see why you are so ashamed of yourself. You have a beautiful 
shape. It's time you start learning to be proud and show it off. Don't you 
agree?" the man said looking at Fred. 

"Yes, of course," Fred answered without taking his eyes from her ripely 
flaring contours. 

It was a pity that those damn uniforms slipped off so easily, Fred thought. 
They took away all the exhilaration of watching a chick undress slowly, 
slipping her garments one by one. He would have liked to see her with her 
proudly upthrust breasts out in the open like she had just now, but with her 
ruby-like nipples distended at the tips, very erect. And then the breath 
taking contours of her body, naked, down to . .. the blonde silken base of 
her smooth white belly.. . topped by nylon stockings, garterbelt and high 
heels ... to touch him off. He liked women in that fashion. It was a hang-up 
from the time he was 15. But on second reflection, he knew he'd like to look 
at her any old way, as stimulation before letting her belly have its fill of 
his long hard cock. 

"Please lay on the table flat on your stomach," the masseur asked her. 

Stella felt petrified, glued to the floor. She didn't think she would be 
able to move anywhere the way she was ... so naked. But she walked over and 
sat on the table stretching herself flat on her stomach. She turned her face 
away from her boss. She was still so humiliated ... all this seemed so out 
of. . . normal... it didn't seem right! But maybe it was true what the man 
said - that she was ashamed and afraid of her body - that she had a terrible 
sexual hang-up. God! She didn't know what to think, everything was so 
strange. Here she was, absolutely naked before two strange men .. . she 
didn't know what to do! They all sounded so medical, so convincing, when 
they spoke. 

"Now let me explain that a massage is a two-way thing. That is, you have to 
cooperate and relax your muscles, otherwise you will not enjoy it, and it 
might even be painful. The whole point of is to let you begin to enjoy your 
body and recognize its limits - as well as the ecstacies it can bring you. 
Do you understand?" The man said bending down to look into her face. 

"Ye . .. es," Stella answered in a whisper. She was drained of all energy. 
What could he mean? ""Ecstasies?" God, it sounded so intellectual... so 
sexual! 

Man, what an ass, what an absolutely fantastic ass! Fred thought. This was 
the only part of her body he had not yet scrutinized in the real flesh. Her 
two ass-cheeks were warm sculptured flesh, unblemished, and almost perfectly 
round. But what was tremendous was the deep gully that separated them; it 
had a golden glow to it! She must have light hair covering her anal crevice, 
and it probably ran all the way across to her pussy. He was positive it 
would be silky-soft, and his already eagerly pulsing penis lunged as he 
thought of how he would like to worm his long thick hardness into her fleshy 
crevice. His cock head would tingle at the touch of the silky hairs, until 
it was itching and needed to be scratched. And what a better prick-scratcher 
was there than that tight little hole up between her buttocks. He would ram 
his penis in and feel the warm folds of the tightly contracting walls take 
away the itch and squeeze him, until his cock would almost come out of its 
roots. That's how he liked a woman's ass and this gorgeous bitch seemed 
built to perfection just for that. 

The masseur had started kneading at the base of her neck, and Stella felt as 
if the fingers were releasing the mental pressure right out of her brain. 
They worked slowly, down to the base of her head and then moved up again. It 
went on until she could not remember her fear or shame, and relished only in 
the languid heaviness of her body. She even felt like going to sleep! 

"Now, like I said, this is a two-way street, and 

I want you at all times to tell me how you feel and what you are feeling," 
the man with the kneading fingers said softly. 

"HHHmmmm," Stella hummed in agreement. 

And she felt the strong hands moved down to her shoulders and massage them 
forcefully until her joints cracked, but it never hurt. All she felt was a 
delicious current running from her neck to the bottom of her spine. The 
fingers moved down some more and began stroking her back. They pressed 
harshly at first and then softly, moving always in a constant circle. It was 
heavenly, she thought, never had such expert hands caressed her body so. 
Suddenly the same fingers moved under her armpits and dipped low, pressing 
against the fleshy sides of her breasts. She jerked involuntarily at the 
touch on her sensitive nakedness there. 

"Relax. Tell me does it hurt?" the man asked. 

"No." 

"Well why did you jump. Do you feel embarrassed when I touch your breasts?" 

"No, not really..." Stella answered, thoroughly confused. 

"Is it nice now?" 

"I... I guess," she said as the fingers began kneading the side walls of her 
lush young mounds very softly, almost like a lover... LOVER, LOVER and the 
word brought a sudden pang to her heart. She remembered George! My God, what 
would he say if he saw her like this stretched out completely nude with a 
man above her asking if she might be liking his touch on her breasts. He had 
warned her... that there might be something fishy about the whole deal. She 
felt a shudder run all over her. But the truth was that her boss had behaved 
like a gentleman ... it was all these doctors. But they were all 
professional people and acted just as she were another case. Was there 
something fishy? She didn't know; everything was so strange! 

The fingers kept caressing the sides of her ripely tingling breast and the 
pleasurable sensation slowly blurred the doubts from her mind. It was so 
nice. .. so very nice, she thought. 

"Are you feeling a little more relaxed now?" 

"Yes, I am," she said. 

The fingers deftly left her breasts and moved to her lower back. She felt 
how they lodged themselves in the narrow instep of her waist and pressed 
while they moved sideways away from each other. They would then retrace 
their steps until the two hands met at the base of her spine. The big hands 
kept moving, making her tingle to the roots of her hair. Now they stretched 
down and began creeping over the soft roundness of her naked buttocks. This 
time she controlled her muscles and did not even flinch once. She felt how 
each hand grabbed a cheek as if the masseur were kneading dough. The fingers 
dug into her flesh until they almost hurt, except they always released the 
pressure at the right time, becoming very gentle then. The man was an 
expert, she thought. It was surprising how deftly his fingers moved, and she 
was delighting in the sensation until she heard her buttock cheeks slap 
together... 

The man was lifting the cheeks of her ass and pushing them against one 
another until they slapped! She was startled . .. because it didn't hurt. 
Instead, a very different pleasure seemed to penetrate her body each time 
her quivering half-globes fell together. Cool air would rush into the 
crevice touching the very mouth of her puckered anus as the cheeks were 
lifted. Then, when the two round mounds clashed against one another, the 
tingling sensation put on heat where the cold air had reached. She felt a 
little indecent as the feeling of pleasure intensified... it was doing 
something to her ... down ... there. 

A very strange thing was happening to her. All she understood was that 
abruptly her anus was contracting and relaxing at the rhythm of the man's 
manipulations. But God! If it were only that! Something else seemed to be 
piercing and exciting her all the way down to her wetly throbbing vaginal 
furrow. It was as if the tingling sensation rippled from her buttocks to her 
clitoris with the same electricity, with the same intensity. 

"Do you feel something different?" the man asked. 

"Ye . .. ees," Stella answered nervously. 

"Like what?" 

"A sort of tingling." 

"Where?" 

"Well, you know .. . down ... down there, where you're massaging." 

"You mean in your ass?" 

She didn't answer. She blushed. Why did the bastard have to use that word? 
It made her feel uneasy. 

"There is nothing wrong with the word. Remember that words are only dirty if 
we, ourselves, think dirty. Do you think what you are feeling in your 
asshole now is dirty?" 

"I. . . I. . . suppose it isn't." 

"You suppose? Is it disgusting or is it pleasurable? In one word: Do you 
like what I'm doing to you," he said increasing the tempo of his massage and 
making Stella shiver with uncontrollable delight. 

"Yes, , yes I like it," she said still unable to control the blushing 
reaction to the obscene words. But the problem was that despite the 
blushing, she did like it. It was an incredible feeling - even more intense 
now that his hands were moving faster - and her anus was responding wildly 
to the massage. 

Suddenly the hands stopped abruptly. She heard a cap being unscrewed and 
screwed back on, then the hands returned and resumed the massage, but faster 
. . . much faster. Now the air wasn't coming in as fast or as cool and her 
dark little hole was getting hot. She could feel it starting to burn .. . 
and tingle . .. and burn. 

"Are you hot, do you feel a burning sensation?" 

"I do, I do!" Stella said ardently. 

And then her back arched and her eyes bulged from the sudden piercing of her 
anus. 

"OOoooooooooo!" she cried aloud. The masseur had forced his thick, 
outstretched middle finger, covered with vaseline, into her tightly 
puckering anus. She felt the walls of her stretched anal passage engulf and 
contract over the invading digit as if trying to swallow it and dissolve it 
into nothingness. 

"Oooooooo! It hurts, it hurts! What are you doinnnggg to meeee!" Stella 
cried under the pain and horror, as the finger embedded itself deeper and 
deeper into her fearfully cringing anus. 

"Don't be afraid. The pain will go away soon. You just need a little 
stretching," the man said softly while his finger kept pumping and delving 
into the depths of the tightly resilient passage. 

What is going on in this depraved place, Stella thought. She had never heard 
of "internal massages," much less of masseurs pushing their fingers up their 
client's anuses, to stretch them. This surely was no part of the company 
procedure, and the man was just taking advantage of her ignorance to ravish 
her helpless body! She jerked her buttocks sideways in an effort to dislodge 
the finger, but nothing happened. She jerked it more violently this time ... 
but... 

"Aaaaaaoooggghhgg," she moaned as a heavy pressure was suddenly applied to 
the base of her neck. It was not painful; she just felt dizzy ... losing 
consciousness, as if the blood supply to her brain were being limited. Her 
arms went limp and seemed to weigh a ton. There was something going on 
inside her, but she couldn't quite pinpoint it now. All she felt was the 
thick finger now embedded up to the knuckle. Her passage felt hot and 
slippery as the finger began to move inside her in a slow rotating motion, 
pushing the walls along as it went. She couldn't think quite clearly why 
this was wrong... or was it? Only the finger thrusting in and out of her 
gradually relaxing rectum was real in her mind now; that, and a warm 
tingling sensation beginning to filter through her naked body. Everything 
else was slightly blotted out. 

She felt the finger stroking hypnotically, not giving her time to contract 
her buttocks and catch it. It seemed as if the muscles in her tight little 
hole were responding to another command, and instead of rejecting they were 
accepting the finger. The intense dry heat she had felt a few minutes before 
was gone now, and her anal passage started secreting its own lubricant to 
join the vaseline. The feeling of pleasure seemed to increase and pound 
faster, sending spiraling waves of wanton delight up to her brain and back 
down again to her moistly quivering pussy. 

Suddenly the finger stopped its rotating motion and began pumping in and 
out, retreating until she thought it was almost out of her puckered little 
ass-mouth and plunging back in again to the hilt of the knuckle. The feeling 
running rampant through her body now was different, very different... it 
seemed to swell, to rise and then come down again. When the finger rose the 
very edges of her anus and cunt quivered with an ungovernable excitement, 
but then when it came back into her tight little rectum again, she felt a 
masochistic pleasure right down to the pit of her stomach. 

Fred had his eyes glued to the beautiful blonde's nakedly spread out 
buttocks being skewered by the thick finger pumping in and out of his 
secretary's rectum. Her reaction was even more exciting than the actual 
depravity the man was committing on her. When she had first begun to wriggle 
her peachlike buttocks to get rid of the fucking finger, his cock had jerked 
so hard he thought it had bored through the pants. She looked so 
defenseless, that even her little fight had made her look more under control 
- more dominated than ever. And when the man had pressed his other hand at 
the base of her neck, her transformation had been total. His penis, unable 
to bear the torture any longer, demanded to be stroked, and so he had jerked 
his rigid pole of hot flesh out into the open and was now massaging it with 
the same tempo as the man's finger pumping in and out of Stella's puckered 
little anus. The lust-swollen head of his cock was frothing with little 
bubbles of impatient foam. He was giving himself a two-finger head job - 
just stroking the thick foreskin over the head with his thumb and forefinger 
- to release the pressure building up in his member. But he didn't want to 
grab his shaft by the base, because he well knew that watching the naked 
young girl being manipulated like she was and stroking his penis too hard 
would make him spill out in two seconds flat. And that, he didn't want! 
There were better things in store for him, and he needed all his energies. 

The pressure at the base of Stella's neck slowly lifted, and as the blood 
started flowing freely into her brain she suddenly felt the full impact of 
the delicious sensations that were coursing through her body. Her anal 
passage no longer felt tight and constricted; now it was open as if it had 
flowered and ripened to give way to the man's will. The impact was so strong 
she couldn't control her legs from jerking slightly apart from the pressure 
and the pleasure. Just as her anus had relented and become responsive, 
against her will, her sensually awakening cunt now felt hot and vaguely 
hungry. She felt ashamed of this double desire and tried to control it, but 
it was in vain. Her mind had absolutely no control over her heatedly aroused 
young body. It was as if the only thought in her being was concentrated up 
there between her trembling legs. She felt humiliated and the blood rose to 
her face until she was blushing deeply. 

"There is nothing to be ashamed of," the masseur said, noticing the girl's 
flushed face. "What you are experiencing now is the exact response I was 
trying to elicit," he added, and to Stella's surprise, he jerked out the 
finger with a single motion. 

She felt suddenly empty and the walls of her stretched anal cavern seemed to 
be collapsing under the sucking pressure of the finger as it withdrew. 
Something felt unfinished ... the hot hungry longing in her loins continued 
... and her ravished anal passage was left puckering in its want. Yes, God! 
WANT. She had wanted to be consumed by the fire that was burning up inside 
that little hole. She was ashamed to admit the reality to herself... it was 
defiling . . . but God! How she would dearly love to have George with her 
now ... in bed ... and fucking! 

"No, it's not depraved to feel or react the way you do," the company masseur 
said as if reading her thoughts. "That's exactly what we want you to realize 
here. Your body is free of guilt and reacts according to what it feels. It 
is only your mind that makes it dirty or depraved," he said, while his hands 
continued its massage down her thighs and legs. 

"But... but... I don't understand..." Stella finally managed to utter, 
almost choking on her own words. 

"Well, let me put it this way: You have been taught certain things that make 
you feel ashamed if a man does this to you. But your body, in its wisdom, 
knows none of these inhibitions when it is finally put to the test. And what 
we are trying to do is let you, or make you, understand that mind and body 
are one. And if one is free so must be the other. So learn to enjoy your new 
senses and your body," he said emphatically. And with that he slapped her 
behind and said: 

"Turn over, please." 

Stella propped herself on her elbows and turned her nakedly tingling body 
halfway, but suddenly she stopped all movement, shocked by the sight of her 
boss with his wildly throbbing penis jutting from his white uniform and 
still foaming at the head. What the hell had this witch-doctor been talking 
to her about? What big words and fancy thoughts had he used? It was all a 
lie, her brain screamed at her, as her eyes stared in disbelief and shame at 
the obscene picture before her very eyes. Her young boss's lewd glare seemed 
transfixed on her nakedly defenseless body, and his face bore the redness of 
a lust-incited brain. But her own eyes seemed to glue themselves on his long 
thick cock, so hard and. erect that it seemed to want to pierce her right 
from the distance. What an obscene picture she must have made with the 
masseur fucking his finger in and out of her ass! The view of her own 
defilement filled her mind and welled her eyes with tears, but still she 
could not take her glance away from Fred Rodger's thick menacing penis. The 
head was foaming and throbbing like a pulsing heart. She could easily make 
out the relentless pulsating of the blood-filled tip, unsheathed from its 
protective skin. Stella shuddered with shame, feeling a weird combination of 
fear, disgust... and lingering excitement! 

"Please. This is something else we want you to understand. Mr. Rodgers here 
still has his own psychological hang-ups, and only if we clear them now will 
the two of you be able to work in the future without tensions," the man said 
as he caught Stella's bewildered eyes. 

She turned her attention to the masseur, her questioning eyes defying any 
answer. He looked at her straight in the eyes, and let his big paws fall on 
her hips and shoulder, and without uttering a word, he made her body turn 
over so that she faced them both. 

Stella jumped and sat up straight. "I'm getting out of here," she said. "I 
don't trust any of you." 

"Relax," the masseur said, and pushed her forcibly back on the table until 
her back slapped against it. 

"Oh, Stella, I don't know how to explain this. I'm also so ashamed ... I... 
I ... " Fred mumbled, speaking for the first time. Easy boy, easy, he 
thought. Remember you're treading on a thin line.. . lose her now and that's 
it. But still he did not push his flagrant cock back in his pants. He was 
still holding it like a banner in his hand. 

Stella was taken off guard by the familiar voice of her employer and turned 
her face round to look at him. His eyes were downcast as if unable to meet 
her own... but his lust-thickened penis was still out, menacing her from the 
distance. 

"There is nothing to be ashamed of. Both of you have reacted according to 
our medical diagnosis. Only now you are beginning to become aware of each 
other as human beings - by recognizing the differences in each other and 
yes, getting sexually excited by each other. There is nothing wrong or 
shameful. This is part of Step I of our plan," the company masseur added 
with assurance and conviction. 

The bewildered young secretary didn't know what to do, if to jump up and run 
or remain to see what the masseur had in mind. But before she could make up 
her mind the golden hands that had already turned her body into a raving 
mass of desire, fell on her temples and began rubbing very softly. She heard 
the man's voice speaking very gently, giving more explanations and reasons 
why it was healthy that she had grown hot and wet in her "asshole" as he 
"fucked" his finger into it. And why it was not only natural, but healthy 
and part of their medical plan that her boss had "masturbated" at the sight 
of her sensually alluring body. She still couldn't help but blush when she 
heard the man's obscene words, but his reasoning seemed so clear and in line 
with all the articles she had read recently in the popular press and mass 
circulation magazines. She had heard all these theories expanded before, but 
never put to practice ... like this ... on her own body. She couldn't resist 
the wonderful relaxing sensation around her temples that was enveloping her 
mind as the masseur's fingers worked on. It was as if her entire body 
relaxed by some magic touch ... also his voice was so soothing and calming 
that she no longer fought within herself about what was right or wrong. She 
no longer was sure of anything! 

Wwwwhheeeww! Fred sighed quietly to himself. That was a close one! A little 
more and they might have lost her. He winked at the masseur, and the man 
smiled lewdly back. Fred looked at Stella's relaxed face and was thankful 
for the man's golden touch. He had seen a bunch of girls turn from fighting 
amazons into whimpering little bitches once the masseur put his heavy hands 
on them. The man was worth his weight in gold. But Stella had been the 
closest to rebelling, although she had fought .physically the least. 

His thoughts changed from the past to the present as he surveyed again his 
blonde secretary's voluptuous young body stretched out completely naked 
before him. Her breasts seemed now even more delectable after the exciting 
visual show he had witnessed. They looked delicious before, but now he 
couldn't keep his mouth from salivating from the mounting desire to suck and 
nibble them. They were like two beautiful white mountains crowned with 
little rubies. Her arms, which he noticed for the first time, were slender 
and firm with lovely elbows. Her ribs stood out from under her breasts, and 
although they were clearly visible, he was pleased to note they weren't 
skinny. Nothing bony about this chick, he thought mockingly. Her belly also, 
although flat, had a nice shape, and her hips were well padded. Nice . . . 
nice ... he hated bony girls. 

Fred's cunt-hungry cock which had deflated a while ago when Stella had put 
up her fight, jerked to life again as his eyes locked themselves on the 
golden "vee" up between her legs. The light in the room was so clear he 
could see the true light honey color of her pussy hair as the beautiful 
young girl lay nakedly on her back in front of him. He felt his impatient 
penis get harder and more erect as his eyes roamed hungrily over that secret 
part of her body. The head of his lust-thickening shaft slowly filled with 
blood and expanded and elongated until it looked like a pink and blue 
ping-pong ball with a small slit right at its very top. The rest of his 
shaft also thickened until it was three times its original limp size. He 
looked at it proudly and smiled. It still was nothing compared to what it 
got to be when he was inside the soft warm cunt of a woman. And still 
nothing compared to what it looked like when it was ready to cum and its 
head bobbed and ached with longing to spill the hot precious liquid into 
some warm, gluttonous bitch's cavern. He could hardly wait to let the 
innocent young girl lying naked before him have it, in its full length and 
with its full cargo. Wait until she'd had a taste of his cock in action and 
then see if that boy friend of hers could ever be satisfying to her cunt 
again. Fred Rogers knew he was going to stretch her golden-haired pussy a 
little, and he doubted if her boy friend could ever fill her again the way 
she'd like. Even if the boy friend's cock was longer than his, he doubted it 
could be thicker than his own . . . and that's where it counted! He had 
discovered, when he was still selling from house to house, that part of his 
"success" hinged on the fact that he could make his "customers" feel every 
inch of his cock until they thought their tight little cunts could take the 
forced expansion no more. At that point, the lover would take over and 
maneuvering around, he would make his expert hips rotate and bob up and down 
until he had them screeching and writhing with orgiastic spasms under him. 
When they were through, he still had not cum. And most of the time he 
withheld himself to take them on for a second round . . . that was what 
really sealed the sale. It was like being a gigolo, he got paid for his good 
"job" by the ladies themselves. 

Stella's confused mind had finally "straightened" under the barrage of 
medical reasons the masseur had bombarded her with, and as the gentle hands 
worked around her temples her upturned young body began to relax again. She 
kept her eyes closed, not wanting to stare at the ceiling ... or either man. 
The man's ringers had finished their work around her head and began to move 
down. Stella felt them now around the base of her neck, stroking softly. 
Then they moved towards her shoulders and down the length of her arms until 
all her torso relaxed completely. It was like being in a delightful state of 
suspension: Not thinking, only feeling and hearing your own inner structure 
crack and bend under the expert fingers. She was floating in air when ... 
the same hands moved and encircled her breasts . .. and abruptly that inner 
calmness was gone, replaced by a tense jerk. 

"It's nothing.. . relax again," the man said soothingly as his hands cupped 
the fleshy base of her breasts, working them over from behind her head so 
that she could not see his face. 

She couldn't see either how Fred's hot eyes glimmered as the masseur dug his 
fingers into her softly quivering mounds and made them rotate one against 
the other. It almost seemed to him that the tender and rosy nipples merged 
into one rose bud each time the man pushed her breasts together. He began 
again stroking his thick erect penis gently, very gently, so as not to 
excite it beyond his control. Again he unsheathed the blood-filled cock-head 
exposing it to the warm room temperature. 

"What we are going to do now," the masseur said, "is to elicit a verbal 
response from you as I massage. Understand?" 

"No .. .not quite," Stella answered weakly, feeling very uncertain of the 
entire situation again. 

"It simply means I want you to tell me exactly what you feel while I massage 
you. Whether you like it, what you feel - really feel - inside .. . things 
of that nature." 

"Oh, I see," Stella said feeling still uncomfortable as the man's hands kept 
hugging the sensitive base of her warmly tingling breasts. 

Now the hands began to move upwards, grabbing more of the fleshy fullness of 
her breasts. She tensed up again as the fingers enclosed around the 
totalness of each firm mound leaving only the aureola and the nipple exposed 
to view. While the hands rotated the quivering mounds, the fingers began a 
kneading-like motion around the aureola that seemed to touch very deep-lying 
and sensitive nerve ends. Stella tensed up again when she felt the nerves 
begin to respond, out of their own will, to the kneading fingers. She was 
beginning to get frightened of her body and of its own power to react 
without her mental consent. 

"You are discovering things about your own body, eh?" the man asked her as 
if he were reading her thoughts once again. 

Stella just nodded her head in assent in order to avoid admitting aloud the 
disturbing fact; it was disturbing to feel the deep response of her body to 
the fingers! No one had ever made her feel so . . . physically excited by 
just touching her breasts as this man. No, not even George; not even when he 
sucked them or bit them. This was different, more satisfying, but also 
disconcerting because it was awakening other sensations and driving them 
deep down to the roots of her being .. . which now seemed to be located in 
her warmly tingling vagina. 

"Tell me what you feel now," the man asked her in a confidential tone, as if 
only the two of them were in the room, yet their secret still required a 
whispering nature. 

"I don't know exactly how to .. . well, put it," she said in the same voice 
level, hoping perhaps that Fred Rodgers could not hear her. 

"Let's see if I can help you. Do you feel a little excited, perhaps? And 
perhaps a little more excited than you usually feel when a man touches your 
tits?" 

"I.. . Ye . .. es. I suppose," she said, her ears burning again at his use 
of vulgar and obscene words. 

"Describe the sensation for me." 

"Well.. . it's as if I were beginning to get sexually aroused," she said, 
blushing to the roots of her blonde hair and lowering her voice still more. 
And it was true! Her nipples were beginning to itch in their need to be 
touched. No, not touched, kneaded. They were beginning to ache with desire, 
and she didn't know how to relieve the mounting pressure building at their 
tips. But the most horrifying thing was that the same feeling began to 
awaken in the rest of her body. She was beginning to feel itchy for a pair 
of strong hands to touch her and caress her all over... all the way down to 
her now moistly seeping vagina. She felt ashamed of herself, but still the 
feeling didn't stop, it just seemed to intensify by the minute as the man's 
fingers kneaded and caressed those deep-lying nerve ends she did not know 
existed before. 

The bewildered young secretary was beginning to be afraid that her irregular 
breathing might give away the true status of her feelings, and she made an 
effort to keep her breathing as normal as possible, but it was becoming a 
strenuous effort to do it. My God, she thought, feeling how her nipples 
ached, I hope he massages them too. But all her being was begging for more 
than a massage. It was begging for her nipples to be squeezed hard to 
release the impending pressure in them. She had been staring fixedly at the 
ceiling all this time, but now she couldn't help but glance down and look at 
her breasts. She cringed at the overpowering excitement that the lewd sight 
pumped into her body: His strong hands were holding her breasts masterfully, 
and the large brown aureolas, crowned with the fully erected nipples, were 
protruding between the fingers of his encircling hand. Her nipples had grown 
and were beginning to distend wantonly at the touch of his kneading hands; 
they looked like berries .. . wanting, screaming, to be picked, licked and 
eaten. She flicked her gaze away almost immediately to cleanse the obscene 
thoughts from her mind. 

"Does it bother you to see me doing this to you?" the man asked, catching 
the direction of her eye movement. 

"Ye ... es," she said hesitantly. 

"But you like it don't you?" 

She didn't answer him, but her blush intensified. 

"Don't you?" the man asked insistently at her silence. 

"Ye . .. yes," she said confused. 

"Do your nipples feel distended and pressured?" 

"Yes." 

"Do you want me to squeeze them?" 

Did she want! My God, her whole body was begging for it! But she couldn't 
tell him. It was not right... something seemed wrong in the approach. She 
couldn't ask him to do it. It would be like begging him to masturbate her! 

"Don't, don't feel ashamed. This is why I'm here. To help you and help you 
discover the inner truth about yourself," the man said in a very low voice 
close to her ear. 

Still she couldn't. 

"Tell me, don't be afraid, I'm a professional man," he said whispering. And 
his hands seemed to move more maddeningly than ever before, driving her out 
of her mind... she wanted .. . she ... 

"I do, I do," she whispered, almost begging. "What exactly," he prodded her 
on. "To squeeze my nipples," she said now wild with an overpowering desire. 

No sooner than she had finished uttering the last words the masseur brought 
his fingers up to each of her nipples. But instead of squeezing them to 
release the pressure he began taunting them with a soft almost superficial 
massage. Stella could hardly control herself, for the tantalizing caresses 
almost drove her crazy. 

"Oooooh, oooooooooooh!," she gasped suddenly at the hard pinch the man gave 
her two rose-buds. And she sensed how the two budding nipples became erect 
and hard, ready to be rolled between the strong fingers. 

It didn't take long. The masseur knew she was more than ready, and he let 
his thumbs and forefingers go to work. He began to roll the tender, 
berry-like nipples back and forth and from side to side. He squeezed them 
hard, but almost instantly released the pressure so that Stella felt only a 
slight pang of pain that, instead of hurting her, seemed to increase the 
stimulation of her senses. 

Her tongue felt a little heavy from having to control the desire to moan and 
groan, as his wonderful fingers rolled the pressure out of her wildly 
straining breasts. And yet, instead of receiving satisfaction, she was now 
more desperate than ever because the hungering need - instead of 
disappearing under the expert's hand - transferred itself deep down into her 
belly, igniting the smoldering embers of lust in her cunt. Until now her 
dully throbbing clitoris had just felt the general desire of her body, but 
now it was budding and jutting erect as the insane throbbing of her breasts 
reverberated like a gong throughout her loins. The naked young secretary 
felt like screaming. The fingers felt so good on her nipples as they kneaded 
and squeezed, but it was not enough. She needed more! God! she was ashamed, 
but she needed more! Not more in her contented breasts, but more - much more 
- right where it counted ... in her hotly hungering cunt. 

My, my, the sweet little bitch really gets hot fast, doesn't she? Fred 
thought smiling to himself. Well, no one with that kind of shape could 
possibly be a jelly-fish. But still he had not expected such quick reaction 
from that cock-stiffening little body of hers. Of course, the masseur was an 
expert! But the real point of his surprise was his own reaction to the lewd 
spectacle. Already his frantically pulsing cock was ready to explode in a 
fountain of white hot cum. It was way too early, he told himself. It was 
useless! But his impatiently hardened penis had a mind of its own and now 
all it wanted was a good fuck. Well, old buddy, he thought, you just have to 
wait! His aching balls were beginning to fill faster than he wanted with 
their hot churning liquid. Where was all that self-control he prided himself 
to have. Right now it seemed gone down the drain, and the only thing that 
remained was the gnawing ache in his penis and balls. It had never been so 
fast before . . . but he had never waited for a cunt as long as he had 
waited for this one. And seeing the beautiful young blonde like this, 
excited and ready, and naked atop a table, how could he help but let his 
cock jump with lust. He stroked his member a little harder and looked at it 
almost with compassion. You'll get to her, he thought, the best is still to 
come. 

For Stella, the whole world seemed to come to a stop when the man's strong 
hands stopped kneading her breasts. He proceeded to massage the rest of her 
body as if the excitement and peak he had brought her to were nothing but 
part of an unfinished ritual. Stella's mind seemed to dangle at the edge of 
a precipice: She did not know whether to scream and beg the man to finish 
the job he started, or to swallow her tongue and bear the torture with a 
stiff upper lip. As the man's hands worked her midriff, her excitement grew 
and grew. Now it was not just a tingling sensation running rampant all over 
her body; it was a hot implacable hunger - a wild need to be fed - in that 
quivering little mouth up between her legs. She had to control herself not 
just from moaning, but from opening and closing her legs in an obscene 
invitation to caress her there. It was blatantly indecent how she felt, but 
there was nothing she could do! She could hardly manage to keep quiet now. 
The tormenting hands moved from her ribs down to her passion-tensed little 
belly and began massaging from her navel to her hips, each hand acting as an 
independent agent. Then it happened ... 

"Oooohhh ..." she moaned under her breath when she felt the hands move down 
to where her thighs met the torso. It was too close to her hotly throbbing 
cunt for comfort. 

"It's getting to you?" the masseur asked when he overheard her whisper. 

Stella did not answer. 

Moving his hands slowly along her satin-textured thighs and letting his 
fingers touch gently the top of her softly curling triangle of pubic hair, 
he asked her again, "Are you sexually excited? Don't be ashamed of 
answering. I expect you to be." 

Stella could not bring herself to answer. But her breath had come almost to 
a stop when she felt the man's hand dig between her excitedly trembling legs 
and separate them before beginning to massage her super-sensitive inner 
thighs. She was too shamelessly aroused now in her vagina to question 
whether this was right or wrong; whether it was proper for her to be lying 
naked on the table while a total stranger fumbled around her wetly hungering 
pussy, massaging her inner thighs, with her employer watching it all. These 
questions vanished from her consciousness as the raging fires searing the 
middle of her cunt grew hotter and spread. Oh God, she thought, someone do 
something! 

"Are you? Are you hot?" the man asked as his fingers gently touched the 
narrow, hair-lined slit that separated the full hungrily throbbing lips of 
her pussy ... 

"Oooooohh! Oooooooh!" Stella moaned unable to control herself any longer 
when the man finally caressed the burning center of desire. 

"Tell me. Are you hot?" he asked again while his hand placed more pressure 
on the wet, hair-lined slit. 

"Oooooh, God! Yes ... yes. Can't you see?" she said almost whimpering at the 
man's handling of her quivering vaginal lips. 

"That's just the way we expect you to be," he answered and with that he 
moved one hand under knees and lifted them so that her legs bent and propped 
themselves up. Then with one swift movement he spread them so that her 
insanely pulsating pussy was at last in a position to be "massaged." 

Jeeeessssuuus! Fred thought, feeling weak at the knees. Look at that. For 
Pete's sake, look at what a fantastic little cunt she had. . . Staring now 
for the first time straight into the girl's rose-hued cuntal cavern, he 
could not hold out any longer, and he started stroking his thickly heated 
cock, slipping the thick foreskin over and down the swollen head that was 
already dripping with lust-incited semen. 

The masseur opened the moistly heated lips of Stella's expectant pussy in 
what seemed to her to be torturous slow motion. Then without the help of any 
lubricant he began sliding his outstretched middle finger up and down the 
open vaginal lips - from the tip of her erect little clitoris to the mouth 
of her hotly dilated cunt. The hopelessly aroused young secretary simply 
couldn't take it any longer, and involuntarily her legs began to scissor 
open and closed in an effort to bring on an orgasm. It was plain to her now 
that she was powerless to resist the burning desire in her vagina, and all 
she cared about now was the exquisite release that only a climax could 
bring. Secretly she prayed that the man would stop playing around with her 
clitoris and slip one or two fingers into her. She didn't care! All she 
wanted was to quench the longing in her loins. 

Then suddenly softer fingers seemed to replace, the master hand, and she 
opened her eyes to watch in a trance how her employer ran his hands over her 
nakedly defenseless vagina while the masseur held her cuntal lips open for 
him. 

"Ooooh, no ... no ... " she moaned in desperation and whatever shame was 
left in her mind. 

"He, too, must be freed from his sexual inhibitions and hang-ups," the 
masseur said simply. 

She was too far gone to really care now and the suave fingers were tweaking 
her little clitoris with such expertise that new waves of spasmodic pleasure 
were wringing her lust-contorted body. She began to rock her head sideways 
as Fred Rodgers kept tantalizing the sensitive inner lips of her cunt and 
playing teasingly with her frantically throbbing clitoris. Until... she 
could hold no more ... she needed ... God! 

"Oh, please, please ..." she pleaded. 

"What?" asked the masseur. 

"Oh, please do something... do something before I go crazy ..." she finally 
muttered out the words pounding in her chest. 

"Something like this?" the man asked as he put his fingers directly on the 
quivering little mouth of her dilating cunt. 

"Oooooh! No . . . noooo . . . not like that..." she moaned. 

"Tell me then, how?" 

"Ooooooh! Ooooooh! In. In! Put it inside me!" she almost screamed out. 

Without the aid of vaseline this time the man jammed three of his fingers 
into her moistly clasping cunt and began fucking them in and out with the 
same efficiency he had worked her anus before. 

"Ooooooooh God! OOOOOoooooo HHHHHhhh!" Stella moaned uncontrollably as she 
felt the fingers moving like a wonderfully thick penis inside the hotly 
hungering walls of her cunt. They dug in and stretched out making her feel 
as if the only world was the one centered up between her wildly thrashing 
legs. God, she was so hot that it would take only seconds to cum! She 
writhed without care or shame and her head flailed from side to side in an 
obscene picture of complete abandonment. 

Suddenly the masseur began pumping in and out of her wetly clasping crevice 
with rhythmic movements that rubbed against her clitoris on the inward 
strokes. Stella was beyond herself now and, without caring what sort of a 
picture she made, she began eagerly lifting her nakedly working buttocks up 
in the air at each downstroke of the man's powerful hand . . . just as if 
some thick wonderful cock were really fucking her. Suddenly, the naked young 
blonde stiffened; she jerked her hips up to the man's finger once .. . twice 
. . . three times and then . . . then .. . 

That was it! She was going to cum! Godd, God!, she was going . . . to . . . 
ccccuuuuummmmmm . .. 

"OoooooooHHHHHH! OOOOOOOHHHHH!" she heard herself scream out loud as a wetly 
heated feeling inundated the depths of her wildly convulsing cunt. Her legs 
twitched in spasms of ungovernable pleasure as her body rocked with the 
electric shock of orgasm. She didn't hold her legs back this time when they 
jerked out towards the man's shoulders, offering the soft warmth of her cunt 
for one last fucking stroke. Then ... then, she collapsed. 

"Christ . . . Christ . . . I'm cummmmmmiiiiinnnggg tooo!" she heard a low 
masculine voice moan .. . very low. She didn't have to open her eyes to 
recognize whose it was. She knew - her boss. 

Fred, too, unable to hold himself any longer after touching his secretary's 
wetly throbbing cunt, and after the obscenely exciting picture of Stella's 
subjugation to the man's questions and massage, had let his sperm-laden 
balls fill and explode. The viscous liquid flowed up to the head of his 
madly jerking penis and his cum pumped out, fast and hot. 

Like Stella he almost had no time to enjoy the pleasures of his orgiastic 
climax ... he had been holding out too long. Now as the last drop of his 
milk-like semen dripped from his rapidly deflating cock, the passion-tensed 
muscles in his body began to relax, and he wiped off the sweat on his 
forehead with the palm of his hand. Man! What a scene, he thought. What a 
wild, unbelievable scene! And, shit, it hasn't even started yet! 

 Chapter Four 

Stella lay on the table with her knees locked together, slowly catching her 
breath. She could still feel gentle, rippling contractions in her leg 
muscles, remnants of the orgasm's aftermath. Her chest heaved as her lungs 
sucked clean air and tried to restore her breathing back to normal. All her 
bodily functions were normalizing, except her mind - it was blank. It 
refused to think or analyze what had gone on a few minutes before, and it 
lay in a state of stupor. 

Fred watched her closely as his own body regained its composure. The battle 
had been won, he thought happily. All her resistance had been broken by the 
manual fuck the masseur had given her. From now on it would be his turn, and 
while she might doubt methods, in the future she would not put up another 
fight, because whatever moral code she had before was now totally shattered 
. .. That was Stage One of Comfort House plan - to destroy the patient's 
self-confidence and moral standards. This, he knew, had been thoroughly 
accomplished. He noticed her unblinking eyes and her glazed stare: She's 
still under the shock of what she's done, he thought, but it will soon dull 
in her memory. 

The massure, in the meantime, had been waiting for Stella to catch her 
breath. Noticing that now she had begun inhaling more evenly, he resumed his 
massage. Without changing the position of her legs the fingers began rubbing 
her firmly curving thighs down towards the knees. Stella made no movement; 
it was as if she were totally unaware of anything or anybody in the room 
besides herself. But the fingers kept massaging and digging and rubbing. Her 
eyes were glued, unseeing, to the ceiling and her body muscles lacked the 
normal tension of the living. She seemed to be a living corpse. Yet, as the 
fingers kept probing her flesh, slowly, very slowly Stella started to come 
back to life. 

Both men watched every inch of her body for a sign that would indicate her 
coming back to reality. Her eyes were the first to get back their normal 
routine of blinking. Now it looked as if she were tediously trying to focus 
her pupils on something familiar, something that would make her recognize 
where she was . .. who she was. The eyes rolled in their orbits, searching 
until slowly she lowered her gaze and met Fred's eyes ... It was like a 
lash! Instantly her mind snapped back from the abyss where she had been 
floating and crashed on the hard rock of reality. Fred saw no reproach in 
the look, there was no hatred: He only saw pity in her large green eyes. 

Stella drowned a sob in her chest. Yes, Fred's eyes had brought her back to 
the horrible reality of who she was and where she was. She felt empty 
inside, as if someone had torn to shreds every decent muscle in her body. 
Then she became aware for the first time of the massaging fingers on her 
legs. Still she didn't flinch - what was the use? She had behaved like a 
cheap, the cheapest street harlot, succumbing to her own base desire. She 
didn't feel sick with herself - she was beyond that - all she felt was an 
incredible emptiness in her soul. What could she do? Yet the terrible 
accusation she had to bear was that she had enjoyed every minute of that 
man's fingers fucking in and out of her pussy. Yes, she couldn't deny it and 
this was the sad part. Up until now she had considered herself a woman of 
certain principles, with certain standards and moral code. All that was gone 
now, something had broken inside her that could never be repaired. 

"All right, Miss, I think we're finished," the masseur said with a flat 
voice. And to give Stella some momentum, he wheeled her legs around and 
pulled her up into a sitting position. 

"Thank you," Stella actually heard herself say in a whisper. How mechanical 
we are trained to react, she thought. 

"It's nothing. In fact, it has been a pleasure to work with such a 
responsive patient." 

Stella did not look up at him afraid he might snicker right in her face. But 
she didn't hear him laugh, instead he walked straight into his office, wrote 
something on her record and brought it back to her. She took it in her limp 
hands and for a moment did not know what to do, so she sat there for some 
time. She was hardly aware that the masseur had brought her the uniform, and 
it was not until he spoke that she snapped out of her daydream. 

"Here's your uniform. Now take the records and proceed to room number two. 
We have accomplished here what we intended, and I don't think there is any 
need to retain you any further. Do you have any questions?" 

Stella shook her head and began to undress quickly as if trying to make up 
for the time lost. Fred watched her quickly slip into the jump suit and 
zipper behind the curtain of cloth the beautiful naked flesh that had turned 
him on so thoroughly that he had lost his self control. When she picked the 
dossier with her personal information he asked, "Are you ready Stella?" 

"Yes, sir." 

"Fred, remember?" he corrected. 

"Ah, yes ... Fred." But still she did not look up into his eyes. 

When they walked out the door and had taken several steps, Stella realized 
how light and limber her whole body felt. Every muscle seemed in place and 
beautifully toned. Odd, she almost felt athletic, or at lease capable of 
athletic feats. Her legs felt strong and her head clear, as if some magic 
potion had cleansed her inside out. And for the first time she admitted 
there might be a scientific basis for the treatment she was receiving. If 
the masseur had meant she was learning when he said they had "accomplished 
what they wanted" - it was right. She WAS learning. Stella now fully 
realized that the flesh was not and could not be controlled by the mind once 
it was excited. And that for the body there existed no such thing as good or 
evil. Sex was sex and there was no other connotation to it. It was the 
purest of all feelings, she thought smiling, not aware that in the back of 
her mind she had already adapted to Comfort House's brain-washing. Her shame 
was slowly being eroded away. 

"How do you feel?" Fred ventured to ask when they were almost halfway to 
room number two. 

"Oh, really in top shape. That massage.. . well it did do wonders to my 
muscles," she said looking into Fred's eyes for the first time. They seemed 
to her as respectful and clear of evil thought as when they left the office 
that morning. That morning! Good grief! It seemed ages ago and she wondered 
what time it was. 

"What time is it, sir ... I mean, Fred?" 

"Hhmmm . . . that's a tough one. I guess we'll have to ask one of the 
orderlies. I turned in all my 'jewelry' with the clothes. Just a minute, 
here comes an orderly," he said and walked ahead of Stella to meet the young 
man. They exchanged a few words and the orderly walked on. 

"Useless, he said it's against regulations to be conscious of the time. Can 
you believe that!" he said, actually amazed. 

To his surprise it was Stella who came out with the explanation, "No, it 
makes sense. With their program, if they are going to break all the mental 
barriers that suffocate executives, the first thing that has to be 
eliminated is the 'sense of time.' Because time always means that you are 
either late or early, or have an appointment, or a meeting, or a report to 
give," she said logically. 

"Yes. Of course. You are right," he said smiling and thought: Well, the 
little lady is actually digesting everything very fast. Good, good. . . so 
much the better. 

Actually he didn't care about the time. What he wanted was to get to room 
number two as fast as possible, and now that they were more than half way 
there he could hardly contain himself from running at full speed. He tried 
to breathe in deeply to conceal his excitement. Room number two would mark 
for him the beginning of his own, long awaited time with Stella. There he 
would be able to hold her in his arms and feel her whole warm nakedness 
crushed against his own. And now that he had already touched some of that 
glorious pussy he longed for, he could hardly stop from trembling. My God! 
His fingers could still feel the electric sensation of touching and 
massaging the wetly heated lips of her hot young cunt in room number one. 

Now they were before a large double-glass door with a big sign reading: ROOM 
NO. 2. The trusting young blonde secretary looked up at him in anticipation 
as if waiting for an answer. Instead he just smiled and opened the door. 
They went in and to Stella's surprised eyes the room turned out to be a 
giant domed structure with a huge swimming pool in the middle. There were 
couches and tables surrounding the pool in the middle, where men and women 
were sitting sipping some drinks. Others were swimming or frolicking 
together in the giant pool. To the left there were some shower stalls and to 
the right another door. Again her eyes wandered toward the mass of water and 
it was then she noticed the smoke rising from its surface. It must be 
heated, she thought. 

"Would you like something to drink now?" Fred asked interrupting her 
observations and train of thought. 

"Yes, that would be nice." 

They went over to one of the corner tables and sat down on one of the 
comfortable couches; within seconds an orderly appeared with two glasses and 
set them on the table. 

"Sorry, only orange juice is served in this establishment," Fred said 
apologetically. "Doctor's orders." 

"Oh, I don't mind. In fact I couldn't think of anything more refreshing at 
the moment." 

She started sipping her drink when suddenly her eyes widened in stunned 
disbelief as she watched one of the men who had been swimming come out of 
the pool dripping wet. . . and totally naked! His chest was covered with 
hair that slowly disappeared until there was nothing left when it got down 
to his belly. Then it flowed again from under his navel to finally spurt 
like a fountain at his loins. Stella shuddered with embarrassment as she 
watched the man's penis dangling limply, swaying from side to side, as he 
walked in their direction. She could see his testicles too, covered with 
very thin hair and weighing heavily beneath the penis in their wrinkled 
little pouches. She tried to take her eyes away in embarrassment, but she 
couldn't It was as if the fascination of seeing a man walk naked and totally 
unconcerned, forced her eyes to follow the masculine figure. Her mind was 
diverted. temporarily from the man walking in their direction while she 
watched two other men and then... a woman... all naked stepping out from the 
steaming hot water. They all walked around, seemingly unconcerned by 
anybody's looks. Until she suddenly realized that nobody was really paying 
attention to their naked bodies, except her. She felt very self-conscious 
and forced her eyes to wander in the opposite direction. 

To her dismay, the man she had first spotted was coming closer and closer to 
their table. God! Now he was nodding his head at her boss ... he definitely 
was coming over. . . like that! What was she going to do with herself? 
Already her face felt flushed, and her ears burned with the blood that had 
risen to her head from embarrassment. She wished she could hide and not be 
seen. But the man was now only a few paces away ... 

"Hello, Fred. Nice to see you here. What a nice coincidence!" the man said 
warmly, shaking her employer's hand with a friendly squeeze. 

"Well, hello, Randy. It's certainly nice to meet you ... of all people," 
Fred scid in his usual friendly manner. "Here, let me introduce you to 
Stella," he added, turning around to say, "Stella this is a Comfort House 
friend of mine, Randy. Randy, this is Stella!" 

"Glad to meet such a beautiful lady," the man said with a smile, and 
extended his hand to the blushing young blonde. 

Almost swamped with embarrassment, she lifted her eyes to meet the man's, 
and forced her hand up to take the friendly outstretched palm waiting for 
hers. She heard herself mumble something under her breath, but she wasn't 
sure it was intelligible. Randy shook her hand warmly, and then she 
retrieved it as fast as she could. She felt indecent shaking the hand of a 
man who stood totally naked before her.. . with his penis feathering the air 
right under her nose. She had never been in such a position before, and just 
did not know how to react. 

"She's new around here, eh, Fred?" the man asked her boss. 

"Yes, she is." 

"Don't worry, Stella. You'll get used to everything in time and sooner than 
you think you'll start enjoying Comfort House for all it's worth." the man 
said, in what seemed to be a sincere tone of voice. She raised her eyes once 
more but lowered them as soon as the man blinked. She couldn't. .. she 
couldn't hold his gaze. 

"Don't forget your old buddy later on, Fred. Eh?" she heard the man say. But 
what she didn't see was the lewd smile and wink he gave her boss. It seemed 
to be an agreement or signal between the two men. Fred smiled back and said 
non-committally, "We'll see about it, O.K.?" 

"I trust you buddy," the man repeated and passed his tongue lewdly over his 
lips looking at Stella who still hid her eyes beneath her semi-closed 
eyelids. He walked away. 

That depends on what you have to offer, "buddy," Fred thought to himself. 
Not unless you brought some real banger would he consider trading Stella. If 
Randy had brought someone who could match Stella's looks, her breasts, her 
cunt, then he might consider. Cunt for cunt. A fair trade was all he asked. 
But if he had brought one of the dumb blondes - no dice. These chicks had 
their pussies so stretched out by all the men in their offices that it took 
all the excitement away because he could never feel the walls of their 
vaginal passages expanding when he fucked into them. It was disgusting to 
put his thick cock inside these girls and feel it slide in and out smoothly 
like a well oiled machine, never really touching him or her. What was most 
disgusting of all was the faked groans and mewling of these bitches ... he 
couldn't stand it. . . they were so goddamned theatrical. It was preferable 
to go to a prostitute and lay the line down straight - just take it in and 
don't give any crap back - they were more honest than those aspiring 
starlets and ass-wagging, husband-seeking idiotic bitches. 

Stella's mind was mulling over the man's conversation. She sipped her orange 
juice and wondered what he meant by the comment, "Don't forget your old 
buddy later on." It sounded a little strange, suggestive even. But her boss 
had given such a curt and noncommittal answer that she wondered if he had 
alluded to some side business or commision that only her boss could get him. 
She knew enough about high executive positions to realize that to get to the 
top a man needed not only intelligence and drive, but also a helping hand. 
And she knew of several cases where her boss had been instrumental in 
getting promotions for some of his best salesmen. But she also knew that at 
the top no one did anything for nothing, and she wondered what sort of 
favors or kickbacks Fred Rodgers received from the men for his 
recommendations for promotions. At one time she thought it was women, but 
she realized he needed no one to do the hunting for him; he was successful 
enough. So she discarded women from her mind. Money? Not in the sense of 
cash. It hadn't been too long ago that she finally caught on to what his 
payment consisted of: 

POWER. 

All those people who owed him something he placed in key decision-making 
positions, not requesting anything from them. But later, she was sure, their 
dues would be collected. Her boss had intentions of going far in the company 
- up to the board. And for that he needed every bit of support he could get, 
so he was taking care of placing "his men" in positions that later might be 
called on to help in the ascent. She admired him even more since then, 
because she saw in him a man who could get what he wanted without soiling 
his hands with dirty business. 

Suddenly, a voice seemed to fill the room. Stella looked around startled and 
noticed a tall looking man dressed in a doctor's gown addressing the crowd. 
She now noticed that a lot of men and women had come into the room. There 
must have been at least sixty people. The doctor started giving 
instructions. The first thing, he said, was to hand the uniforms to the 
orderlies who would come around collecting them, then to step into the 
swimming pool. Stella listened with astonished ears. It was impossible! It 
had been degrading enough to undress and be massaged, she thought 
shamefacedly. But how could she walk naked before all the crowd? To her 
horror a nurse approached them with a stern face. 

"You haven't changed yet?" she said in a scolding tone. 

"I... I..." the young secretary stammered, turning her face to seek comfort 
from Fred only to find, to her dismay, that he had stripped completely and 
stood naked before the nurse handing his uniform over. 

"Come on, Miss. We don't have too much time. The session is about to start," 
she said to Stella in a stern voice. The embarrassed blonde was so cowed by 
the stern look of the nurse that she undressed rapidly. 

She stood now, weak in her knees, feeling more than naked - defenseless - 
before the hoard of people who must be staring at her. She couldn't move her 
eyes. But curiosity finally took the better part of her, and involuntarily 
she glanced up to notice that no one was paying any particular attention to 
her.. .except her boss. Fred Rodgers was staring at her, and his eyes seemed 
to roam like warm hands over her body. She forced herself to turn around and 
meet his gaze. He smiled and stretched out his hand to catch her by the 
wrist, and tugged until she was forced to walk up to him. Stella couldn't 
help but notice that his body was beautifully shaped, athletic and muscular, 
well tanned ... and she trembled ... with an erection that put back the 
color in her face, but much deeper red than before. 

She couldn't stop feasting her eyes on his virilely hardened penis and 
marvelling at how thick it was. My God! she thought, he would stretch any 
woman beyond her endurance. The head was covered by the heavy foreskin, but 
it still couldn't conceal the throbbing that kept making the entire shaft 
jerk up straight at her as if it wanted to impale her from the distance. Nor 
could it conceal the healthy moist pinkness of the very tip of his shaft. 
From where she was standing she could clearly see his heavily swaying balls 
and how they hung like two beautifully formed miniature pears covered with 
tiny wrinkles and soft fuzzy hair. There was none of the dangling quality 
about them that most others had. Instead they seemed well rooted to his 
loins and demanded a commanding presence of their own, even beneath the 
imposing spear of hard flesh that stood over them like a protective 
umbrella. 

Fred watched her and he instinctively knew that even though she had her eyes 
downcast he was being examined in detail. It was human curiosity that he was 
sure not even Stella could avoid. Genitals were much too close to our animal 
nature for anyone to overlook them. Let her watch as much as she wants, he 
thought, proudly. He was sure his penis would not disappoint her... now or 
later. 

The doctor began speaking again through the loud speaker system asking 
everyone to step into the water. Fred pulled Stella and without saying a 
word he guided her to the edge of the pool to where the stairs were. Gently 
he pushed her so that she had to either step down or fall in the water. 
Pressured into action Stella opted to descend by the steps, and in a few 
seconds she felt herself submerged in wonderfully warm water. Fred followed 
her and they walked along until both felt totally at ease in the pool. It 
was a tremendous sensation that rippled through both their bodies, and 
Stella managed to almost forget about all the people who were milling about 
her. A warm and soothing feeling seemed to envelop her whole being, making 
her feel like a baby back in the womb. Her mind did not record anything 
except the pleasurable sensations being transmitted by each individual cell 
from her toes to the roots of her hair. 

"Now ladies and gentlemen we are going to start with the first part of the 
treatment. The initial step (before we can go any further) is to make 
'contact' with your partner. I want you first to touch hands and then to let 
your hands touch the other's body so you can learn what he or she 'feels' 
like. In our modern society we shun away from direct contact to such an 
extent that our relationships - even between husbands and wives - become 
totally superficial. Why? Because we are afraid to get involved, and to 
touch is to get involved. So now, ladies and gentlemen, touch and learn from 
your hands," the doctor said in a loud encouraging voice. 

Fred turned to Stella and linked his hands to hers. She lowered her face 
even more. His hands were strong and felt very masculine to her soft 
delicate skin. They were warm and squeezed her gently. 

"Do not be embarrassed. We are all in the same boat," the doctor called out. 
Let your hands feel your partner and vice versa. Touch, ladies and gentlmen. 
Touch." 

Fred gave one hard squeeze to her hands, and then let go of them. They began 
to crawl over her arms, over her elbows, and further up to her shoulders. 
She couldn't help the goosebumps that followed the path of the masculine 
hands on her water covered body. She was trembling slightly from his touch, 
but she didn't say a word or move one of her fingers. She was paralyzed. The 
hands now reached inches from her face and she could smell the skin that 
still carried the familiar scent she noticed so many times in the office. 
The hands moved down her back and she felt a finger count her vertebra one 
by one . .. then .. . 

The hands disappeared and she was enveloped in his arms. Her face was 
squashed against his chest and .. . and his erect penis was nudging like a 
hot poker against her lower abdomen! His virile hardness refused to bend 
even when it was pressed tightly against her skin. She couldn't move! 
Everybody else seemed to be reacting and just following the medical 
directions, but she couldn't... she wanted to run away, far away. But she 
couldn't force a "scene" - they would all think her a fool. The naked young 
blonde was getting very nervous and her breathing was becoming difficult. 
The roaming hands brought her back to the reality before her and she found 
they had travelled down, all the way down to her buttocks. The moment of 
indecision changed abruptly to shame, humiliation, embarrassment as she felt 
the hands cup her buttocks and the fingers gently plying her flesh. But 
worse, worst of all, was the terrible feeling that his living, hotly jerking 
cock gave her. It was moving against her belly like a caged animal, jumping 
and lunging against her skin. The hands, too, seemed to get wilder and 
wilder, moving from her buttocks to her sides, touching her immersed thighs 
then going up again to her arms and shoulders, caressing the neck, and 
gently sliding down her spine to finally bury themselves again in the fleshy 
sensitiveness of her naked buttocks. 

The hands were moving so fast, but so gently ... and the water was so warm 
... and everyone else was doing it... that the first feelings of shame and 
humiliation began to disappear, even as Fred's hot breath began tormenting 
her ear. Only the deep embarrassment at her nakedness and the burrowing 
shaft in her belly persisted, that, she couldn't contain. She sighed to 
break the pressure in her confused mind. 

Fred, mistaking this for consent, let his head come down and his lips burn 
on her long, elegant neck. This time he felt Stella shiver visibly at his 
touch, but it was too late to go back. He wanted her too much to keep 
pretending being a gentlemen. He let his tongue roll at the nape and around 
her ear and the tip tintillated with the thrill of her soft skin. She 
smelled wonderful and her body tasted ... of God knows what.. . but whatever 
he couldn't stop. He let his tongue and lips roam over that voluptuously 
ripened body he had waited for so long. Yet only her skin was reacting to 
his caressing, she was rigid, and he wanted a woman, not a statue. For one 
instant he took his hands away from her unresponding body and, grabbing her 
arms, he placed them around his waist. 

"Touch me!" he commanded her hoarsely. "Do as the doctors ask," he added, 
softening the tone and manner of his order. 

Stella's hand trembled at the first contact with her boss' skin. She was so 
surprised by his move and by his command that without thinking she reacted 
automatically by letting her hands begin to lightly massage his body. She 
was suffocating in the confusion of the burning lips on her neck, of his 
hands on her sensually awakening body, and of her own hands against his 
naked flesh .. . God! She was kneading his lean, rock-hard buttocks! 
Suddenly she stopped as if frozen by the realization of what she was 
willingly doing. 

"Stella . . . you've got to. Don't make a scene please. There is a nurse 
watching us already .. just relax and let it come naturally," Fred said in 
his most convincing voice. 

Just then Stella realized that she had closed her eyes. When she opened them 
the scene that unfolded before her eyes was almost unreal: Everybody was 
touching one another. The men were not just caressing the women with their 
hands, some were sucking their breasts, or kissing them violently. Others 
were hanging on to each other by their lips while their hands fumbled under 
the water. And walking around the patients at the edge of the pool were 
nurses checking and writing things on pads. 

"Stella, please ..." Fred pleaded with her once again to see if he could 
bring back some reaction to her rigidly frightened body. 

Yes, yes, she must. She had to force herself. Everyone else seemed 
concentrated in what they were doing, in making their 'contacts'. She closed 
her eyes once more and slowly made her lingers move. She moved them 
automatically for a long time, but after a while an unconscious sensation 
started drifting from her fingertips to the core of her body. What Fred's 
hands had been unable to accomplish her hands had done - they began to 
create an animal desire deep down in her pussy. Now everything seemed to 
rush into her bloodstream at once as Fred's lips burned and scorched her. 
His hands began eliciting warm tingling effects from.her aroused young body 
and this coupled with the sensation travelling up her own hands made an 
incredible pounding begin bearing down on her rapidly awakening vagina. It 
was insane! She didn't think, all she could do was react to the physical 
surroundings around her. 

Unexpectedly, Fred, who had sensed her resistance disappear, squeezed her in 
his arms, and Stella's body suddenly seemed to break from all its shackles - 
and she relaxed completely. He knew he had her now! He had to act fast, and 
without waiting one more second, his hips began sliding lewdly under the 
water against the trusting young girl's. He felt his thickly excited cock 
touch the wet hairiness of her pussy and move over her thighs returning 
again and again over her velvety triangle. Each time it became more 
unbearable, and he tried to wedge his massively throbbing cock between her 
legs. All pretention was over, and all he wanted was to get her as hot as he 
was. He started rotating his chest so that her nipples brushed against his 
hair-matted chest. Slowly the little peaks of pleasure began to come alive 
under him. 

Stella was all too aware of the moment her berry-like nipples began to get 
hard and palpitate with desire, but that sensation was nothing compared to 
the effect that Fred's rocking and taunting penis was having on her hotly 
quivering cunt. Each time he pushed against her loins, she felt distinctly 
his entire length demanding attention and trying to wedge itself between her 
legs. Her hopelessly aroused pussy pounded with a frenzy and the fires of 
desire once again were kindled in her cunt. It was impossible to keep on 
like this . . . her mind had stopped functioning along rational terms and 
was preoccupied with only one thing, sex. But she didn't analyze it this 
way. Only the burning desire that kept shaking her body was real in her 
mind. Perhaps only for one second did it flash in her brain the weakness of 
her flesh and the terrible control that little opening up between her hot 
thighs had on her. But it was only a flash, and it vanished under the lust 
that began to spread over her entire being. 

Fred felt Stella's naked young body begin to rock in motion with his own 
under the water, and he knew that at last the little bitch was lost... at 
least for that hour. All he prayed now was for the second set of 
'instructions' to come on the air so he could turn her into a real raving 
mass and get his mouth on that sweet little cunt of hers. He was going to 
eat her pussy like she had never been eaten before ... if she had been eaten 
at all. 

He was going to make her squirm and cum right in his mouth because he wanted 
to taste her desire right where it counted. Then as if his prayers were 
being answered the doctor came on the loud speaker system. 

"We are going to continue now with step two of our plan, ladies and 
gentlemen. Now that you have made your first 'contact' we want your mind to 
make its own contact with sex. Because what we are aiming for is to make it 
clear that your bodies are clean. That sex is therefore clean. We want to 
eradicate that shame and guilt you feel. We want your minds to come right 
down and face what is sex and realize once and for all that mind and body 
are one and not two separate entities. For this we are going to bring you to 
your first encounter with oral-genital contact. So, gentlemen, please place 
your partners on the edge of the pool and let your minds taste the truth. 
And ladies, feel, just feel. Don't analyze anything. That's what we are here 
for." 

Stella's ears listened, but the familiar words didn't register in her brain. 
She was following instructions and not analyzing.... just feeling. She 
followed Fred's tugging hand and did not make a move when he lifted her up 
to the edge of the pool and sat her naked before him. She didn't even resist 
when he pushed his body between her outspread legs. Her mind was dazed by 
all she had seen and all she had experienced. Besides, Fred's hands were 
reassuring, and his face was the only familiar thing in the strange room. 
She had no one else to trust. 

Fred gave a little gasp when he saw her delectable little pussy so wet and 
naked before him . .. and open for assault. She was like a wet Venus with 
her lushly ripened breasts dripping water and the golden pubic hair 
glistening in its moistness. He wasted no time. He couldn't wait any longer, 
and dropping his head, he let his warmly hungering lips come to the "vee" of 
her loins, spreading the soft, blonde pubic hairs with his thumbs and 
flicking his tongue lizard-like into the moist inviting slit of her vagina. 

Stella jumped, snapping awake from the sudden electrifying contact with the 
tiny bud of her clitoris, and almost fell flat on her back. She was 
automatically going to close her legs when Fred's calm voice reached her. 

"Stella, everybody is looking at us ... please just relax. I will not harm 
you or do anything against the doctor's orders. But please don't make a 
scene... we have to look like the others." 

She froze for a minute as her eyes surveyed the unbelievably lewd panorama. 
The men who had previously made their 'contacts' were now engrossed in their 
partner's genitals, and their initial sucking sounds reached her ears. To 
her surprise no one was fighting anyone. Some women were in fact already 
moaning, and the one directly to her right was mumbling, "Suck me, baby. 
Suck me." 

No one seemed shocked: They all seemed to be just enjoying themselves and if 
not, just following the medical orders. The nurses were still walking 
around, looking and jotting things down in their pads. She had to act as if 
nothing mattered. She couldn't make a scene in the place .. . 

Again, Fred placed his palms flat against the inside of her trembling young 
thighs, his thumbs resting on her wetly throbbing vaginal lips. Then with 
what seemed to her to be a slow torturing outward movement of the thumbs, he 
drew the ragged pink layers slowly apart, exposing her excitedly quivering 
pussy to his gaze. He watched it hungrily for a moment then with the suave 
movement of an expert he dropped his head and buried the full length of his 
long slippery tongue snake-like into the warm, eagerly throbbing walls of 
her pussy. 

The naked young blonde woman jerked again, but this time did not attempt to 
escape, and she bit her Up not to moan at the unexpected assault on her 
sensitive flesh. Sitting as she was at the edge of the pool, with at least 
two dozen other couples having oral sex around her, Stella watched in 
half-horror and disbelief at what was happening as his head rocked obscenely 
up and down between her legs below. She clenched her fists as she felt his 
warm slippery tongue spearing in and out of her involuntarily and already 
wetly dilating cunt. In spite of the initial fear that had gripped her, the 
implacable lust she had felt before began to take hold of her once more as 
tiny wisps of forbidden and unwanted pleasure began to ripple deep down in 
her belly. 

While his tongue worked over and over the sweetness of her tight little 
pussy, Fred's eyes remained open watching how the naked couple next to them 
went at it. It was a double stimulation! Although he could not see Stella's 
face or breasts, he imagined she probably looked as contorted with delight 
as the women across from him. And her ripe sensuous tits must be quivering 
like the other's full white breasts were. He waited . . . waited . . . 
licking and sucking ... and finally he felt the first signs of total 
surrender to his tongue ... 

Stella was no longer frozen, but she still contained herself from moaning 
while she heard Fred begin to make obscene noises as his sucking down there 
of her hotly stimulated cunt became more excited. The flame alight within 
her was burning out of control, and she was helpless to fight it. My Lord, 
how did she ever get into this position? 

Suddenly she felt Fred's hands force her legs wider apart, exposing even 
more of her nakedly defenseless vagina ... and then the tip of his tongue 
thrust like a penis into the tight little opening of her anus. The 
unexpected searing contact with the sensitive rubbery opening brought at 
last a long, low moan from her lips. She closed her eyes and her lips 
involuntarily bared back over her teeth as an incredibly erotic sensation 
went racing through her naked young body, making her legs quiver on both 
sides of his head. 

"Ooooooohhh, God! Ooooh!" she moaned again and again, unable to control 
herself any longer. Goosebumps rippled across her erotically quivering belly 
and breasts. Her chest heaved in excitement, and she knew that once again 
her shamelessly aroused body had begun to desert her. 

"Oh, no, no. I can't, I can't," she said in a whisper when she realized the 
full extent of her surrender. .. her body no longer felt shame or even 
embarrassment. It was enjoying every lick of his wetly maddening tongue. She 
tried to hate it in her mind, but it was a useless battle. The relentlessly 
flicking tongue brought her closer to total abandon, and the flame in her 
body threatened to burst into an all-consuming conflagration once more, 
despite herself. One, two more minutes passed while the tongue licked 
ceaselessly at her nakedly writhing pussy. The last struggle with her mind 
gave way to the passion in her burning young cunt.. . until the vessel of 
desire burst. 

Fred grinned, sensing her total and ultimate surrender by the almost 
frantic, abandoned movement of her hips. Then he felt her hands curl down 
into his hair and a low moan of lust come from deep in her throat. He thrust 
his thick tongue into the hotly quivering sheath of her vagina again and 
again, faster and faster. She was his now. It wouldn't take long, he sensed 
with excitement, and he tongue-fucked her gyrating cunt like a madman, 
tasting the wonderful warmness of her inner pussy walls . .. one more minute 
and she would be just another little bitch screaming out her release ... 

And then ... 

"Ooooohhhhhhh! Goooooooood God ... ! I'mmmm cuuuummmmmiiinnnggg!" Stella 
whined in a low voice and suddenly streams of her own hot moisture seeped 
from the soft walls of her wildly convulsing pussy. Fred licked and sucked 
with desperation tasting for the first time the very essence of her body . 
.. and he gloated with the knowledge that this girl was the best... and the 
hottest... he'd ever had. 

 Chapter Five 

Afterwards when the whole ordeal had passed, all the patients were given 
towels, guided to luxurious baths and attended by orderlies who showered 
them, soaped them, and then perfumed them. Clean and freshly pressed 
uniforms were given to each patient, and then they were escorted by the 
large hospital staff to lunch, which turned out to be an extravagant buffet 
with everything imaginable. 

Stella was starved, not only by the long hours without food, but also by all 
the emotional upheaval she had gone through. Now, after the relaxing steam 
bath she had taken, her body hungered for only one thing: FOOD. Still she 
was unprepared for the luxury of the meal -there were meats and cold cuts 
she had never seen, vegetables she did not know existed, and fruit imported 
from all over the world. In her confusion she turned once more to Fred 
Rodgers, upon whom she was becoming more and more dependent. 

"Please help me. I don't know where to start," she confided to him in 
secrecy, not wanting her ignorance shown to the others. 

"Yes, sure," Fred answered and, guiding her through all the rich variety of 
foods, selected for her black Russian caviar, pheasant, Rumanian pastrami, 
and a variety of cold vegetables. He, himself, didn't care too much for all 
the richness before him, and picked only two slices of roast beef and some 
turkey garnished by buttered hominy. Stella ate all and was delighted with 
the new tastes. For desert he introduced her to mangoes and freshly cut 
papayas. When they were through eating the young secretary was sure that 
only kings ever ate that well. 

They spent sometime resting their full stomachs on comfortable couches. Some 
of the patients went to sleep, others played cards, and still some others 
just sipped tall drinks. Stella just sat and looked around. Fred had gone 
off to greet some old Comfort House acquaintances, and she was left alone to 
muse by herself. She was astonished at her initial distrust of the place and 
of the doctors. How could she have ever thought these dedicated people could 
want anything but the best for her and all the others? After all, the 
company needed men of wit and intelligence to keep going and it would be 
idiotic of them to construct and run such a large scale operation just for 
the sake of depravity. On top of that, no one had been anything but cordial 
and amiable. She had never been forced to anything she did not give in of 
her own accord. 

The beautiful young blonde blushed for a minute, thinking that she had given 
herself already twice and both times of 'her own accord'. But, she 
immediately scolded herself for feeling that way. It was clear to her now 
that she had considered sex essentially dirty, if performed with anybody 
besides her fiance. She realized that even though some of these feelings 
remained with her, she was in the right path to being 'cured' from them. It 
was true what they had been saying - her own body had proved it to her - 
sexual excitement and orgasm were natural to man and to inhibit them with 
prudery was not only unnatural, but mentally unhealthy because it closed a 
natural outlet for aggression and self-gratification. When put in the right 
'condition' the body discarded all the imposed mental garbage and went back 
to nature. Hadn't her own nakedly orgasming body reacted against her better 
judgement in two different occasions? The proof of all the theories she had 
read lay within herself, and now that she realized the theory of Comfort 
House, she was more than happy she had come. She was beginning to feel 
grateful that Fred had brought her along. How horrible to think she might 
have lived with all the past sexual hang-ups for the rest of her life and 
never have known the bliss of being 

"liberated'! 

"Rested?" Fred asked catching her by surprise. 

"Yes. I feel recuperated," she said truthfully. 

"Well now, in retrospective, how do you see Comfort House?" 

"I was just mulling over that same point. I can't tell you how embarrassed I 
feel by the way I acted before. I was really so ignorant... I didn't 
understand what was going on, and so I didn't trust anyone ... not even 
you." 

"That's quite all right. How do you see it now?" 

"All I can say is I'm glad you brought me here. I wouldn't have known how 
much anxiety filled my mind, if you hadn't been thoughtful enough to bring 
me along." She smiled up at him warmly, "Thank you, a million times over." 

"Don't mention it. I'm glad you feel that way." He sighed and looked around 
at the thinning crowd. "We might as well get going. Room no. 3 is ready and 
waiting for us. All these people are going unprepared, but one of my old 
friends gave me a hint: The doctors don't even bother to explain anything. 
It's the final stage of the treatment, and it's geared to guide the patient 
to complete emotional relief. In other words act as the spirit moves you." 

"I get it. Well, lets go. I'm already intrigued." 

Yes, sweetheart. Lets go! Fred thought to himself. And I hope you sure let 
go emotionally, because this baby here intends to go all the way as far as 
release is concerned. You sure had a licking-good pussy, soft and silky, but 
it wasn 't enough; no licking will ever be a good replacement for a good 
little fucking. Besides there's a lot of you I still have to touch and 
taste, that pair of tits for one, and those lips for another. Well, who 
would ever believe me if I told them that even before getting around to 
kissing this lovely chick I had sucked her pussy until she came right in my 
mouth? That's what's so beautiful about Comfort House, one can dispense with 
all the preliminaries and get right down to business. The doctors make sure 
to prepare their patients for our personal enjoyment. Well, I got my 
enjoyment, but fulfillment is still to come. But before I get my long hard 
prick in her tight little cunt, I want her to have a little taste of my own 
love-prod. 

Fred Rodgers had a sardonic smile on his lips that Stella failed to notice. 
She could have never divined his thoughts, because her own mind was clean 
and she had a clear conscience. But what she could never imagine was the 
treatment that lay in store for her as she stepped past the double-glass 
door that Fred held open for her. They left along with the large group of 
people that had finished eating and walked towards the final of the three 
rooms of Comfort House - room no. 3. 

As usual there was an orderly in attendance at the door, and their names 
were checked against a long list. To Stella's surprise, she found out that 
room no. 3 was in semi-darkness and as far as she could see it looked like 
an ordinary movie-projection room. Now, however, as her eyes became 
accustomed to the dimness, she noticed several details. The first was that 
there were no chairs, instead the room was furnished with the same type of 
couches she had seen previously in the swimming pool room. That's curious, 
she thought. Even more curious were the two sets of pedals or footrests that 
shot out of the sides of the comfortable looking couches. The other thing 
she noticed was that the screen hung over a real 'stage'. She wondered if 
the stage was used for live performances and guest speakers. 

Fred had been given a number and he was searching for the couch with the 
corresponding numeral. At last he found it, and he guided the voluptuous 
young secretary to their fairly secluded corner of the room. 

"Now let me show you how you are supposed to sit here," he said in a 
whisper. 

He sat and, spreading his legs, placed one foot on each of the pedals and 
reclined his back comfortably against the backrest of the couch. 

"And how am I supposed to sit?" Stella asked, not mentioning how strange the 
position was if they were just going to watch a movie. But by now she knew 
that methods at Comfort House were so unorthodox that none were to catch her 
by surprise again. 

"The same way I'm sitting," Fred answered in the familiar whispering tone. 

She didn't refute him. So she also sat astride on the couch, her legs 
spread, and resting on the same pedals as her employer's, with her back to 
Fred facing the movie screen. In that position she was inside his legs and 
forced to hunch her back; she was convinced that it was a very uncomfortable 
way to sit for any length of time. Just as the thought was racing through 
her mind, Fred took her by the shoulders and pulled her back against his 
chest. She stiffened at his unexpected touch. 

"Relax. How long did you think you could hold on sitting the way you were? I 
am supposed to serve as your personal backrest," he said very close to her 
ear. "Just look around. Everybody is sitting the same way." 

Stella's eyes roamed around the large room, and indeed everyone was sitting 
the same way: Astride on the couches with the men behind the women and the 
females resting against their partners' chests. Her muscles relaxed a 
little, and she realized that she was quite comfortable in this position. It 
was only the closeness of his face and his breath on her ear that disturbed 
her a little, but nothing she couldn't bear. 

"Comfortable?" he asked. 

"Yes, I have to admit. But a rather unconventional way of sitting, don't you 
think?" 

"The whole idea of Comfort House is unconventional, and all their methods 
are quite radical. Agree?" 

"Yes, very true," she said. 

Her eyes wandered around again and she noticed that now that the crowd had 
paired off there were really very few people. Thirty couples, perhaps not 
even that many. It was a good number for group therapy she thought. 

This was the first time she had classified the treatment in her own mind. 
And the more she thought about it the clearer the reason for each of the 
step-treatments she had received. Now she was more determined than ever to 
let herself react 'naturally' and not fight or feel guilty about anything 
that went on. If the purpose of the room was total emotional release, that's 
exactly what she would do - let herself go freely. 

Slowly the few lights in the room became dimmer and dimmer until the entire 
place was in total darkness, and the screen lit up. The title of the movie 
came on: "The Prisoner". It was in living color. Stella's eyes locked 
themselves on the picture, and she let her body relax against her boss' wide 
chest. 

Fred didn't take his hands from her shoulders; he just let them rest there 
for the time being. He was growing more confident by the minute knowing that 
Stella was convinced of the treatment of Comfort House. Lewd obscene 
thoughts of the things he would do to her soft body once it had reached the 
stage of helpless submission, ran like a fast reel in his mind. Stella would 
know she had been fucked like never before in her life when he finished with 
her. Of that, he was sure. 

On the screen appeared an Arab looking man. His complexion was dark and his 
hair slightly curly. He was wearing what seemed to be a military uniform 
with high leather boots, and he held a whip in his hand. Walking down the 
corridor he reached an office where a pretty young girl was sitting 
handcuffed between two grubby looking soldiers. As the officer entered the 
two soldiers stood at attention. It was obvious from their guilty looks and 
the girl's untidy dress-front that they had been doing other things besides 
keeping an eye on her. . . 

Fred felt his trusting young secretary jump slightly from the sudden 
unexpected scene, but he held her tight, and dropped his hand lower to touch 
the tip of her breast. 

The officer looked reprovingly at his two subordinates and ordered them to 
take the girl away by a motion of his whip. The two soldiers marched the 
terrified young girl out of the office and down a corridor, followed by the 
officer. The stern face of the man changed as he followed the girl 
sandwiched between the two sloppy soldiers. He was now smiling lewdly and 
not trying to conceal the pleasure it gave him to watch the girl's sensuous 
buttocks swaying before him. The two soldiers reached a cell, opened it and 
pushed the girl inside. She stumbled and would have fallen flat on her face 
had it not been for a bunk in the room that she managed to grab to keep her 
balance. 

The officer pointed to a chair in the room and, nodding his head, ordered 
her to sit down. He took a packet out of his front pocket and opened it - 
the camera zoomed in for a close-up - it was a chunk of what seemed to be 
compressed powder or tiny fibers. He pushed it under her nose, and his lewd 
smile now became cruel as he made the motions of rolling a cigarette with 
the stuff and smoking it. He looked at her cruelly and his lip curled up 
scornfully; he was accusing her of either possesing the hashish or of 
peddling it. 

The girl had a look of terror in her face and began to shake her head 
negatively denying the charges. Tears welled in her eyes and fell over the 
lovely white cheeks without restraint. The officer, instead of being moved 
by her breakdown, became incensed and struck her harshly across the face. 
Then as if that was not enough he ripped her dress front and the full, 
voluptuous breasts that had been held confined now came to view. They were 
beautiful and milky white, contrasting with the officer's dark and swarthy 
skin. He looked at them and, licking his lips lewdly before the girl, pushed 
the hashish under her nose again. She just lowered her face and shook her 
head negatively once more. Without another word the officer grabbed one of 
her fearfully quivering breasts and started massaging it. 

The camera switched to the girl's face, showing the wide-eyed amazement in 
her expression. Then the officer came into view on the screen, and he 
grinned lewdly as he took a picture out of his pocket showing a woman 
smoking a cigarette on a bed while her body was being impaled by the huge 
cock of a Negro. Her eyes were tightly closed in rapture and the smoke came 
out of her nostrils. It was obvious now what the man was getting at - he was 
accusing the girl of using hashish and then prostituting herself while under 
the influence of the drug. The camera focused again on the picture and on 
the girl's breasts. The officer kept kneading one of her nipples as he 
showed her the obscene picture of the entranced woman with her legs 
spread-eagle being fucked by the strong, muscular Negro. 

The officer now offered her a cigarette, but the girl refused it. The Arab 
laughed harshly and pinched her cruelly on the nipple, causing the young 
female captive to cry out in anguish. Once again the cigarette was offered, 
and this time she didn't refuse. He lit it for her and waited. She inhaled 
once, twice, three times and - as the camera remained focused on her face - 
a slow change could be seen coming over her. Her emotions changed gradually 
from one of fear and pain to one of mouthed excitement while the officer 
kept fingering her erect little nipples. The effect of the hashish on her 
was all too apparent: Her eyes slowly dilated and the unmistakable haze of 
passion clouded her eyes. She began breathing hard as the man's hand rocked 
her nipples back and forth, back and forth bringing their berry-like 
rubberiness into hardness. Her legs began to open and close repeatedly, and 
her breath came in sharper gasps until she was almost panting under the 
officer's brutal manipulations. 

Stella held her breath as she watched the lewd scenes taking place on the 
screen. She had never in her life seen anything like it! It all looked so 
real and true to life that she couldn't believe her eyes. She felt her own 
body twitch in sympathy with the girl, but she also had to press her 
buttocks down onto the couch to cut off the slight tingle that had started 
in her belly and worked its way down slowly to that sensuously pulsating 
point up between her legs. Fred, also had become excited by the scene, and 
was now pressing his hand hard against the softness of Stella's breast. She 
made no move to resist. She could feel her tiny bud-like nipple harden under 
the flimsy material of her patient uniform, and knew that she would have to 
stop him before things got too much out of control. . . yet right now she 
didn't want to move. She wanted to wait until the delicious tingle between 
her legs subsided. 

The officer seeing the results of his experiment confirmed, grabbed the 
drug-dazed girl by the arms and marched her over to the bunk where he made 
her rest on her elbows and lean forward. 

Standing now behind her, he pressed the cigarette to her lips and she drew 
deeply without hesitation. She was beyond noticing it was more of the 
conscience-killing hashish. The officer moved closely behind the girl and 
pressed the length of his body against her back. His arms extended around 
her and began massaging and cupping her ripely dancing breasts in a teasing 
circular motion that caused the girl to squirm her buttocks back hard 
against his loins. 

The camera zoomed in below the officer's waist, and the stiffness growing 
beneath his pants was very clear. His excited bulge began thrusting her 
dress into the crevice of her buttocks, causing the thin folds of bunched 
material to grate against her anus. In the meantime, the Arab officer's 
hands had not stopped working her hardened nipples until the girl began an 
involuntary swaying of her behind. The man took advantage of the girl's drug 
intoxicated mind and pushed forward with his pelvis sinking his covered 
shaft deeper into the split of her involuntarily contracting buttocks. The 
muscles of the girl's legs could be clearly seen - taut and hard as she 
reacted to the man's touch. Then suddenly she jerked as one of his hands 
left her breasts to trail a slow, teasing path down her soft, unresisting 
belly. The camera drew in close as his fingers slowly insinuated themselves 
under the tight elastic waistband of her panties. He played around for a 
moment on her triangle of pubic hair, and then his outstretched middle 
finger curled down into the moist slit up between her legs, the nail 
scraping gently at the tiny bud of her clitoris sending it springing into 
quivering life. The camera zoomed in beneath her outspread legs from behind, 
and her tiny clitoris could be seen throbbing gently in the air. . .just 
above the visibly throbbing cuntal opening. . . 

Stella hardly dared to breathe. She felt herself being lost to a loose 
bundle of raw nerve-ends that her mind could hardly control. She could not 
believe that what went on the screen could cause her body to get so worked 
up and hot, alighting once again the ail-too familiar flames of desire up 
between her legs. Fred had now pulled her so close to him that she could 
hardly move, and during the excitement of seeing the unprotected and 
throbbing clitoris of the young girl, she had allowed him to insert his hand 
down the "vee" of her neck and cup her nakedly throbbing breast. She could 
feel the small pin-pricks of delicious feeling racing through the tips of 
them as he rolled the tiny nipples maddeningly between his thumb and 
forefinger. She could feel the heat of his breath rush against her ear as he 
buried his wetly parted lips on her neck, bringing goosebumps all over her 
arms and legs. Suddenly his free hand twisted her head, and his lips locked 
moistly on her mouth. She struggled futively a moment to get loose, but the 
pressure of his hand and his lips were too much ... 

"Don't fight it.. . they're looking," he breathed into her mouth. 

She had forgotten all about the others as well as the orderlies and nurses 
and the object of the treatment. Suddenly aware again of the purpose of the 
room and of her own wantonness, she let herself go and thrust her tongue 
back sharply at her handsome employer as he sucked it deep into the warmth 
of his mouth. Yes, she had to free herself of all inhibitions and just 
'react'. The sensually aroused young girl let him kiss her again with wild 
animal abandon and passion, and she was forced to squirm down hard into the 
seat again. She had to cooperate with the doctors ... it was for her own 
benefit... if it didn't get too out of hand. Fred was a gentleman, she 
reassured herself, after all he had been looking after her during the entire 
treatment explaining everything in detail. On top of that he had guided her 
out of awkward situations and convinced her that everything was all right. 
In short, he had prevented her from making a public fool out of herself. 

Fred withdrew his lips from hers and looked back at the screen, letting go 
of her face. 

"Jeeeeeesssssuuuuss! Look at that," he whispered in her ear letting his hand 
cup her nakedly quivering breast again. 

The girl jerked slightly forward as the Arab officer's fingers curled 
further under her loins, parting the soft pink lips of her vagina to 
teasingly snake its way inside the elastic opening of her cunt. The massive 
rigidness of the officer's cock was now pressed deep in the sweat-moistened 
crevice between her buttocks, throbbing as though it had a life of its own. 
The girl ground eagerly back against it, imprisoned between it and the 
thrusting finger in her vagina. 

Now the swarthy officer began a gentle rocking motion to which the girl's 
body responded in time, jerking back and forth against the outstretched 
finger so deeply embedded in her pussy. Her eyes were glazed with a wild 
ecstatic film of animal lust as her tongue crept out to lick her lips. 

The camera came closer and the man's palm could be seen drenched with the 
girl's cuntal lubricants as the flow between her legs increased. Her 
buttocks waved in the air behind her as the man, with a calculating motion, 
lifted her dress above her hips, bunching it round her tiny waist. Now he 
drew her flimsy white nylon panties down over her sensuously rounded 
buttocks, leaving them to hang at her knees. Suddenly, the young female 
captive's face flushed, and her whole rear end was exposed to view swaying 
back in lewd invitation to any humiliation the Arab officer might want to 
inflict on it. The camera focused on his sarcastic smile as he inspected the 
warm whiteness of her buttocks and the dark split that separated the 
ass-cheeks while his hand moved automatically to his zipper. He held it in 
his hand and wagged it contemptuously at the kneeling young girl in front of 
him . . . 

Stella stared at the huge organ. God! It was gigantic, she had never seen 
anything so large! He was going to split that girl in half. He was going to 
impale her. Christ! He was . . .but to her surprise ... 

The Arab officer dropped to his knees behind the hungrily swaying buttocks 
and licked obscenely down the entire length of her sweating anal crevice, 
stopping abruptly to flick the tip of his tongue into her tightly puckered 
anus. 

Stella could feel a sudden twitch up between her legs, and again pressed her 
buttocks against the couch to try and stop the maddening sensation. Suddenly 
there was a groan coming from the couch next to theirs. She wanted to look, 
but somehow didn't dare. 

"That chick is sucking Randy," Fred whispered in her ear. 

Unable to control her curiosity, the young blonde secretary turned her face 
and got a sudden clear view of the man to whom she had been introduced 
earlier, and of a girl's head bobbing up and down over his loins - her 
widely ovalled lips clasped in a tight circle around his huge thick cock. 
His rigid shaft of flesh stood hard and throbbing, and as the female noisily 
sucked, she buried her nose in the coarse pubic hair around the base of his 
penile trunk. 

"Oh, God! Stella said shocked. "They are doing it right here, in public ..." 

She had not expected this, right out in front of everyone. The incredible 
sight of Randy's penis disappearing into the girl's greedily sucking mouth 
was too much to bear. The sounds coming from them were also unreal... like a 
recording.. . wet, obscene sucking noises punctuated by tiny mewls and 
groans of totally absorbed pleasure. To her dismay she realized that they 
were not the only couple whose noises she could hear. Then she realized that 
everybody, overcome by the ravishment the helpless young girl on the screen, 
had begun to suck, nibble and caress in the first stages of intercourse. 
Stella let her head fall dejectedly onto Fred's shoulder to try and shut the 
sounds away, but it did not help. The lewd noises were everywhere, coming at 
her from all sides. For a second she thought of leaving, and she made a 
movement with her legs kicking them to one side. 

"We can't... we can't leave in the middle of the group therapy," Fred said 
catching her impulse right in the air. "Come relax. We've got to make it 
look good." 

Yes, yes, of course, she thought. And she turned her face back to the 
screen, hoping it would drive the groans of pleasure she kept hearing away 
from her ears . .. 

The girl's mouth gaped open in surprised delight as the Arab kept licking 
between her lewdly grinding buttocks; he was obviously teasing her to the 
point of driving her out of her mind. She quivered back against the 
maddening tongue, screwing her buttocks in eager little circles around and 
around, almost delirious now from the oral rape of her helpless loins. 

The camera zoomed in once more and caught the officer as he slightered his 
long searching tongue up the moist crevice again, over her spine and up to 
her back until his progress was stopped by the flimsy bunched up dress 
around the girl's narrow waist. Then the swarthy officer stood up and slid 
the lust-swollen head of his penis into the wet slit up between her 
widespread thighs. Her buttocks involuntarily cringed forward, drawing away 
from the rubbery tipped cock pressing into her from behind, but the 
relentless shaft of hardened flesh followed her. Her head was pressed 
sideways onto the bunk - she had nowhere else to go - she was trapped 
between the bunk and the searching penis behind her. His hands moved around 
the tops of her thighs, gripping them tightly and his fingers dug harshly 
into the soft white flesh. He pushed in but the cock slipped away from the 
entrance. Again he tried, and missed! In desperation the girl reached back 
between her legs and closed her hand over the officer's eagerly pulsating 
penis, and the camera caught a glimpse of the girl's surprised countenance 
as she felt for the first time the immensity of the organ that was going to 
embed itself in her completely defenseless cunt. But her lust was beyond 
control, and she placed the blunt, throbbing head against the little elastic 
opening of her vagina. .. 

Another deep animal-like groan erupted beside Stella, diverting her 
attention from the screen. 

Randy's partner had lowered the shorts of her uniform and crawled up over 
his body. She was straddling him, the rounded cheeks of her ass posed 
directly over the visibly throbbing hardness of his long cock. Even as 
Stella watched in shock, the woman reached back underneath her body with.her 
hand and guided his penis up against her vaginal lips. Stella held her 
breath as she saw the red, bulbous head of his penis make contact with the 
moist flanges of the female's cunt. Randy's partner moved it up and down in 
her wetly glistening slit for a moment, parting her soft pubic hair with the 
lust-swollen tip and then with a slight groan, ground her buttocks hard down 
on it. 

Stella watched hypnotized as Randy's thick throbbing cock slowly disappeared 
up into the clasping pink opening of the girl's cunt, making a wet sucking 
noise as it entered. She ground down on it all the way until all that Stella 
could see was a small portion of the base of his cock protruding from the 
tightly clasped lips surrounding it. The blonde secretary watched in a 
growing erotic stupor as the other woman began a slow grinding up and down 
movement, with her nakedly full buttocks rising in. the air above Randy 
until just the tip of his rock-hard cock was left inside the warm enclosing 
sheath of her flesh. Then with a groan each time she made the move, the girl 
dropped heavily back down on him, impaling her cunt completely with each 
long, smooth stroke. 

Stella turned her head away again, a tight feeling of discomfort and unease 
digging deep in her belly. She had never imagined what it would be like to 
watch two people making love "live." It affected her in a way she had never 
dreamed: Instead of repulsing her, a strange light quivering was stirring up 
between her thighs. Even with her face turned away from Randy and his girl, 
the sight of his cock, wet and glistening, skewering into the moist softness 
of the girl's vagina, raced through her mind. It was impossible to blot out 
the lewdly exciting picture. To make it worse, their soft moans of pleasure 
and the wet sucking noises of fucking, kept drifting across to her ears, 
magnifying the obscene image a thousand times. 

Fred, too, had lifted his eyes from the screen and had been watching the 
salacious spectacle beside him. His hand ground harder into his trembling 
secretary's breast and gave her a sudden pinch on the soft rubbery nipple 
which sent a flash of pain and pleasure shooting down the full length of 
Stella's spine pressed against her employer's chest. She uttered a low, 
helpless groan into his ear, but quickly he choked it off by wetly clamping 
his lips down over hers. His tongue flicked moistly into her mouth causing 
her excited young body to squirm again into the seat in an attempt to slow 
down the flowing tide of passion washing over her. 

"She's really letting Randy have it," he breathed into her mouth. "Did you 
watch them?" 

"Ye ... ees," she mumbled back. 

Then she felt him grind his pelvis tightly into the top of her buttocks and 
slide his hands down to the ripely curving contours of her hips. 

"We can't... we can't..." she whimpered as low as possible so not to attract 
attention from the others. But her body refused to fight even as Fred began 
to massage the soft white cheeks of her ass from behind. 

As he ground against her she could feel the rising hardness under his pants 
pressing into her. Her hotly hungering pussy was becoming wet and slippery 
from the mounting desire in her loins, and the knowledge of his sexual 
arousal behind her intensified the uncontrollable need rippling through her 
loins. The beautiful young blonde tried to keep her mind from the reality of 
the situation, but the fingers nipping teasingly against her nipple and the 
hardness of his penis grinding into her buttocks brought further moans of 
submission to her lips. 

"Christ, look at the screen!" Fred said without taking his hands away from 
her body. And Stella's eyes glued themselves again to the happening on the 
movie ... 

The Arab officer had begun a slow prodding with his abnormally large penis 
against the female prisoner's set open cuntal lips, parting them and forcing 
his way inside the tight restricting ring of flesh that jealousy guarded the 
entrance to her secret passage. The girl's face contorted in pain as the 
tender lips of her pussy were stretched far beyond normal capacity. Then 
like a train at full speed racing through a tunnel the man's long thick cock 
slithered into her hotly throbbing cuntal passage. The heavy weight of his 
body crashed hard against the girl's naked buttocks, pushing her face 
cruelly against the bunk-bed. She tightly clenched her teeth in obvious pain 
for the great penis had penetrated like a drill tunneling deep into her 
belly until it was skewered up to the hilt. She was the hopeless prisoner of 
the huge impaling rod behind her, and her mouth opened and closed in what 
appeared to be shrieks of torment. Behind the kneeling girl, the Arab could 
be seen gasping and panting with delight as he began to fuck rhythmically in 
and out of the hat confines of her painfully stretched cunt. Gradually the 
expression on the drugged young girl's face began to change, and a smile of 
pleasure rose on her lips. She began to undulate her hips and buttocks in 
lascivious circles, obviously relishing each stroke of the long thick cock 
fucking into her pussy from behind. . . 

Suddenly Stella was rocked by the electrifying shock of having Fred's 
fingers come into contact with the bare skin of her thighs below his 
uniform. Waves of emotion rippled across her spine and along her legs as she 
felt his outstretched middle finger slowly worming under the shorts of her 
uniform. She squirmed back a little, whimpering helplessly, as the tip of a 
finger found the wetly throbbing slit of her vagina and gently thrust into 
it, parting the pussy hair, making sudden delicious contact with the 
pulsating head of her clitoris. She knew she was wet and slippery down there 
from the unwanted desire that permeated her whole being, and she sucked in 
her breath to hold back the groan of pleasure she felt building deep in her 
chest. She couldn't run away . .. because her body was once again enjoying 
the caresses on her excitedly quivering breasts and vagina. Her hips 
gradually began squirming in involuntary rhythm to the light teasing of his 
finger stroking in and around her sensitive cuntal flesh. God! She was hot, 
hotter than she had been before, and excited almost to intoxication by a 
lewd combination of the obscene movie, the couple so noisily fucking beside 
them, and now Fred's teasing finger bringing rippling waves of need surging 
Upward from her tight young cunt. She could hardly control herself any more, 
and worse, she didn't want to control herself. Fred, sensing her last 
resistance begin to give under his gentle vaginal caresses, didn't wait one 
more minute . . . 

He turned her lushly ripened body over so that she faced him, pushing her 
thighs and hips sideways until her head was placed directly above the zipper 
of his uniform. Stella stared in hypnotic fascination as Fred's hand lowered 
the zipper, opened his fly, and with one swift movement jerked his massively 
stiffened cock out into the open. It was only inches from her lips, and she 
could see the lust-swollen head pulsating, like the Arab's great penis in 
the dirty movie ... her eyes were mesmerized as she scrutinized his virile 
hardness and, unaccountably, her mouth began to salivate. A glow of passion 
flamed through her, and she could feel the excitement of the film still 
clinging like wild fire to her belly. She stared with fascination at his 
penis, unable to move her head away from it. 

"Put it in your mouth, honey," she heard Fred's voice say in a low moan. 

She heaved a deep sigh that said more than a million words put together. It 
told of her wildly burning pussy, of the ache and want that had been running 
over her sensually hungering body and the awakened waves of desire that beat 
like a tom-tom in her erect little nipples. It had all started with the 
movie and intensified under Fred's expert caressing, and now she was no more 
than a quivering mass of helpless lust. Her sigh said that and much more. 
But her eyes were still glued to the excitedly pulsating shaft, and 
unconsciously she studied the foreskin and its thickness: The lubricating 
fluid showing at the head had begun to seep and was glistening like a tiny 
seed pearl on its purple tip. Trembling, her fingers reached out and stroked 
the uncircumsized foreskin down its full length, then pushed it up again to 
cover the blood-engorged head. 

"Damn!" she heard Fred curse and her fingers abruptly tightened around his 
cock in answer to his lust... and hers ... then without thinking or 
questioning, or fighting. .. but of her own willing weakness and hunger, she 
lowered her head, ovalled her wetly parted lips and kissed his cock-head. 

"God! Stella ... do it, sweetheart," she heard him say in a soft commanding 
voice. 

Without closing her eyes, guided only by the licking flames in her wetly 
throbbing cunt, she opened her mouth and slid her lips slowly down its 
thickly heated shaft. Her tongue swirled around the cock-head as she took 
more and more of his massive hardness into her mouth. For the first time she 
tasted the pungent tang of his loins. Again she slid her widely ovalled 
mouth down, absorbing his hotly pulsating cock into her warm wet cavern, her 
lips clasping tightly to the shaft, her tongue commencing to work beneath 
the sensitive head, and her lovely cheeks hollowing and expanding as she 
began sucking with a genuine hunger. 

"That's it. Oh, shit, yes, that's it. Now use you tongue on the head ..." 
Fred said almost in a pleading tone. He could hardly control the pleasure he 
was feeling and his voice showed the strain he was under. 

"Aaaagh! Yes, yes," he moaned opened as he felt Stella's moistly teasing 
tongue run over and over the little slit at the top of his sensitive 
cock-head. Her warm wet mouth sent jolt after jolt of passion and pleasure 
up and down his body. 

"Yes, yes, suck it. Suck it now. Suck it!" he said, his voice rising in 
desperation. 

Stella's blood was boiling with the heat her shamelessly aroused body felt 
and at the renewed sensation of Fred's hands on her sensitively quivering 
breasts. The taste of his cock and the feel of his virilely heated shaft of 
hard flesh pulsating in her mouth was almost driving her insane! Fred had 
slipped his hands under her uniform and had begun a heavy kneading massage 
of her soft mounds, squeezing and pinching her berry-like nipples. She 
thought she could stand it no longer as her mouth slipped over the thick 
rubbery head of her employer's penis, her tightly compressed lips and teeth 
nibbling at its long hot length. She was trembling uncontrollably from the 
pounding desire that was inundating her cunt with warm lubricant. The 
beautiful blonde secretary finally groaned loudly in lewd delight as the 
burning sensation in her pussy and the thick pistoning cock in her mouth 
combined in a mind-shattering explosion of lust that wracked her young body. 

"Oh, Christ! That feels so good!" Fred's voice came on strong again as the 
sex-crazed girl began to gluttonously swallow and nibble his entire shaft. 
He could see her face easily as her head bobbed rapidly up and down, and a 
smile of satisfaction came on his lips .. . sweet Stella was really digging 
his cock and liking it. He knew and had always known it would end this way, 
but he wanted something even better. He wanted her to beg him to fuck her. 
It was the only way to repay all those months of cruel waiting in the office 
while she paraded her milky-white ass before him. He had always sensed that 
under that efficient secretarial manner there lay a hot little bitch. And 
now she was proving, to his delight, all his predictions. There was no doubt 
she loved cock; Christ! She was devouring his! He felt his spine ripple 
again as her tightly clasping lips began a side to side movement on his 
penis, bringing a whole new series of lewd sensations to his sensitive 
flesh. He could feel her hotly moistened mouth and her tongue swirling 
around the crown... it was almost almost too much. 

The sight of her obscenely hungry action excited him even more than the 
film. He peered down at his hard maleness fucking in and out of her widely 
ovalled mouth. He watched fascinated how his wetly glistening cock slid in 
and out as her compressed lips bit in against the thick shaft. And how her 
lips flowered out on the up stroke until their pink ridges pouted like a 
little girl's only to disappear back in her mouth again as she buried the 
entirety of his penis down her throat. 

Stella could feel his throbbing vibrations quicken, and in reaction her own 
heat began to build faster and faster. He was about to cum! 

She dug the tips of her teeth into his hard resisting flesh, leaving thin 
white furrows where they scraped the skin. Her tongue lashed out in 
increasing fury, swirling around the glans until Fred felt for a second as 
if the top would explode. She bobbed her head faster and faster, bloating 
her cheeks with the full extent of his cock, feeling it lashing the very 
back of her throat. For a minute he thought she would gag on his cock as the 
tip suddenly battered her larynx, but she kept on in frenzied abandon. 

The frantically sucking young blonde felt her body and her mind gone all 
together out of control. Her mouth and lips could feel the short wiry curls 
of her employer's pubic hair every time she swallowed the lengthy shaft. She 
didn't gag, even though she rammed it to the back of her tongue. She sucked 
insatiably now at the thick column of hard flesh in her mouth, her cheeks 
concaving with every thrust. It was the first time she had ever tasted any 
man's cock other than her finance's and she explored it hungrily with her 
tongue. She wanted his penis to shoot its warm flood of sperm into her 
mouth. God! She wanted to swallow it, and feel it pouring down her throat... 

She kept on battering in wild abandon until almost out of her mind, she 
reached down between her legs and with her left hand began rapidly stroking 
her passion-drenched pussy. She parted her hotly throbbing vaginal lips - 
thoroughly wet from the lust running rampant in her body - and fingered her 
rising clitoris until it was as rigid as Fred's penis. Then in desperation 
at her own desire she dipped a finger, then two, into a clasping, feverish 
cunt. It felt. .. soooo goood! 

"Mmmmmmmmmmm!" she moaned unable to control herself any longer. 

Fred heard her groan and watched her hand as it disappeared up between her 
thighs. He smiled ... it would be soon now, he thought. She would beg him to 
fuck her because she was getting too hot for her pants and for her fingers. 
She needed a cock that could fill her hungry little cunt, and make her 
scream with rapture. He heard her moan wildly. Stella's pussy needed to be 
devoured, consumed by a fiery shaft of hot flesh. She needed to feel a cock 
ramming up into her belly, and it would be only a second or so longer before 
she . . . 

"God! I need you inside," she finally gasped almost incoherently with her 
mouth still full of cock. "Fuck me, Fred, please. Oh God, fuck me!" 

"Yes baby .. . I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before 
..." he said in a coarse guttural voice that did not sound like his own. He 
raised his right arm and an orderly came to him. As if in understood 
agreement, Fred helped Stella to scramble up to her feet and they were both 
guided out to a side door. 

 Chapter Six 

The side entrance led to a private room furnished with only a large bed and 
wall mirror. The room's purpose was plain except to the shamelessly aroused 
young secretary who was too much involved in the churning passion within 
herself to notice anything but the long trailing minutes it took before her 
wish could be fulfilled. Because in truth all she wanted and cared now was 
to fuck. She wanted the burning sensation in her cunt quenched by Fred 
Rodgers' long thick penis. She wanted his cum to coat the insides of her 
vagina and spurt deep in her womb until she was satiated and saturated with 
sperm. And the short walk from the movie-projection room to the private 
bedroom seemed an interminable one. 

Once they were alone, Fred's calm returned as it always did when faced with 
a final crisis. Slowly he turned to the wall and turned off the lights, 
leaving on only a bedside lamp that gave enough illumination to see quite 
clearly each other's face. He was hot and his saliva-soaked penis ached, but 
it was no use to hurry up the moment he had waited -for so long. He 
approached his beautiful blonde secretary whose eyes seemed to be held in 
hypnotic attraction to his body, walking with a slow premeditated step. When 
he was no more than inches from her eagerly trembling body, he let his hands 
stroke her naked thighs and move up the shorts of her uniform. 

Stella did not move; his hands had once again with their warmness produced a 
thrill that spiraled up her back. With deliberate care he unzippered the 
bodies of her jump suit uniform, put his hands beneath the material and 
caressed her nakedly rounded breasts with their berry-like nipples. Kneeling 
before her in utter silence, as if afraid to disrupt the hypnotic effect, 
his lips brushed gently over the breasts and her belly. He pushed the pants 
down to her knees, taking a moment to slowly caress her wetly matted pubic 
area, then moved the pants lower and off. Finally with ultimate, care he 
removed her sandals. 

Stella's legs spread automatically to receive his gentle probing touch. The 
air-conditioned air wafted across her desire heated vagina, sending a ripple 
of anticipation through her as her handsome employer stood up, parting the 
wetly sensitive lips of her cunt. Tenderly he slipped his outstretched 
middle finger into the warmly pulsating flesh up between her legs. 

Jolts of wildly hungering passion rippled again and again through her 
hopelessly aroused young body. She was more than alive with sensation. 
Never, never had she known such depraved, wanton craving. She didn't want to 
cringe away from her own desires or from Fred, who had just encased one ruby 
tip of her nipple in his mouth. He began to suck deep, his tongue searching 
for those deep-lying nerves beneath her dark aureola. Stella thought that 
her whole body was afire as unconsciously, she locked her arms behind his 
neck and began to lewdly rotate her hips against his probing finger, forcing 
it deeper and deeper into her throbbing pussy. 

"Ooooooh!" she moaned. "Yes, yes...oooooooooh! Ooooooooooooh!" she whimpered 
helplessly as Fred continued with his gentle manipulations. 

When he thought she had enough preliminary foreplay, (not that she really 
needed any, he thought,) he said in a soft voice that was almost a whisper: 

"Let's fuck on the bed." 

It wasn't a question, it wasn't a command. It was a statement. The lewd 
proposition sent a strange excitement tickling down Stella to pound 
desperately in her cock-starved pussy. She had begged him before and now, as 
he spoke the vile words she just hissed between her teeth: 

"YEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSS!" 

Fred picked his nakedly quivering secretary up, his arms tight around her 
slender waist and carried her the few steps to the bed. He lowered her 
gently onto the mattress, but her legs fell lewdly apart as she came down, 
leaving her wetly waiting cunt exposed to his greedy eyes. It looked more 
beautiful in the semi-darkness than it had at the swimming pool, her golden 
pubic hair shimmering like a halo around the coral-lined lips of her pussy. 
The lips seemed to call out to him, to beg him to touch them, to kiss them 
once more. The impatient hardness of his penis made him ache so much that he 
didn't know if there would be any time for all that finesse. 

But he slithered forward, down upon the hotly throbbing furrow, down to 
where his head was just above her pussy, and his eyes feasted hungrily on 
the thin lips, edged so delicately. Her clitoris gleamed at him like a 
rose-bud covered with early morning dew. 

"Ooooooooh!", Stella moaned loudly as she felt him place his thumbs on her 
moistly quivering vaginal mouth and with the same deliberate motion, draw 
the soft curls of her pubic hair apart, exposing at last the inner layers of 
succulent pink flesh to his lust-inflamed eyes. He blew his hot breath 
softly on her sensitive little clitoris and then his tongue made one 
tantalizing swipe at her wetness before he began tongue-fucking her. 

Stella had responded automatically with a jerk and a groan escaped from her 
throat as she ground her hips up off the bed trying to get more of his long 
worming tongue that was enveloping her in the wildest abandoned lust she had 
ever experienced. She moaned again as his mouth salivated over her clitoris 
and down the 

"vee" of her pussy until it reached the wetly dilated mouth of her cunt. Her 
head thrashed when his tongue penetrated deeply into her vagina, and jolts 
of pleasure pervaded her whole wildly writhing body as he licked her like a 
dog lapping up water. Frantically, she raised her loins and kept them 
elevated, enabling Fred's head to bury itself deeper. He kept fucking her 
orally, running his tongue around, back and forth as he curled deep into her 
ecstatically pulsating pussy. Fred felt her cuntal lips nibbling against his 
tongue with increasing intensity, as if she wanted to devour him. 

Suddenly, Stella knew that she couldn't take it any more . . . she needed 
more than a warm wet mouth on her pussy, no matter how beautiful it felt. 
She wanted to scream, but instead her lips opened and a plea of desire came 
from her lips. 

"Oh! Fred, stop it... please stop and fuck me. Oh, God! Yes... fuck me, fuck 
me now . . . before I go insane!" 

"Yes, sweetheart. I'm going to fuck you now and when I'm finished and you've 
tasted this thick baby of mine all the way, you're going to know all there 
really is to know about fucking," Fred said in the same whispering tone as 
he stood up from the bed, unzippered his uniform and held his fully erected 
cock in his hand. 

For the first time Stella realized that the cock, the thick shaft of hot 
flesh she had sucked just a short time ago was going to actually penetrate 
her desire-tautened belly. And now a pang of irrational fear stirred her 
body as she watched him stroke it, pulling back the foreskin. She was afraid 
she wouldn't be able to take it, even though her wetly throbbing pussy cried 
out for it. But even as she stared in fear, wild fires of desire pounded 
again, and the old sense of wantonness returned. All the same she .. . was 
afraid. God! .. . she'd never get it in ... it was too thick. 

Fred lowered himself on the bed, kneeling between her widespread legs. 

"O.K., put it in, Stella," he ordered her in the same low, non-aggressive 
tone. "Go on take it," but the statement was nonetheless a command. 

"Oh God!" she groaned as her hand tightened around the thick hotly pulsating 
shaft. Fear filled her again as she perceived clearly the true size of his 
cock. 

She gasped and guided the hard, fleshy shaft to the passion-drenched hole of 
her cunt, using his thick bulbous head to part her hair-lined pussy lips. 
The electrifying contact of his virilev. heated cock-head against her 
sensitive vaginal flesh sent shivers of more pleasure up to her head. She 
didn't move as his massive shaft began pressing against her tight elastic 
opening. The stretching pressure as his lust-swollen tip forced its way 
inside her wetly throbbing pussy caused a sharp pain and she had to bite her 
tongue to keep from screaming. 

"Oooooooooh! . . . No, noooo ... it hurts! I don't think I can take it. 
Please, please," Stella pleaded. 

But Fred continued the merciless impalement, his hotly pulsing hardness 
slowly thrusting inch by inch into her cringing little passage, sliding 
deep, deep, deeper into the soft yielding walls of her cunt. 

"Oh ... oh God . . . Fred ... you're hurting me - eeee!" The tortured young 
secretary could feel every ridge and tendon and pulsing vein on the thick 
shaft of rock-hard flesh through the stretched walls of her vagina. After an 
eternity, which she felt as if she were being ripped from anus to clitoris, 
he finally was in as far as he could go. He lay still over her for a moment, 
then flexed his cock to make it lurch even deeper into her belly. 

"Aaaaaaaaaggghhhhh!" Stella moaned helplessly, unable to control her pained 
plea. 

Fred watched her face, not moving Ms eagerly pulsating cock. God, though, 
her cunt felt fifty times better - tighter, warmer, softer - than he had 
ever dared ' to hope. Gradually, Stella's painfully stretched passage began 
to grow accustomed to the wide shaft and her whimpers of pain imperceptibly 
began changing to moans of pleasure. Fred slowly began rocking above her, 
stroking in and out of her tightly clasping pussy with long, easy movements 
of perfect rhythm. He was an expert and knew exactly how to get the most out 
of each situation. But Stella was just too much! She was driving him out of 
his mind. She had the tightest cunt he had ever had and it was driving him 
crazy! 

She moved her hips wantonly upward against his in simultaneous rhythm as her 
mouth gaped open, expressing the passion that boiled in her veins. Beads of 
perspiration formed on her upper lip and her neck strained with pantings of 
lust. There was nothing left in her mind now except his wonderfully thick 
cock embedded so deeply within her, a hard shaft of hot flesh that kept 
pulsating with abandon. She was letting go with the same wantonness that had 
permeated her body in the other two previous rooms. She left her morals, her 
pride, everything behind for the fulfilling cock inside her - it was the 
only reality. Her body reacted as it had done previously, but without 
restraint of any kind. Venting her lust, she obscenely begged Fred for more 
... 

"God! ... go ahead, go ahead and do it... " 

"What?" Fred asked with a grin of satisfaction on his panting lips. 

"Fuck me hard ... fuck me .. . good," she said in the most lewd tone she had 
ever used in her life. Not even with George had she ever mouthed such foul 
language. 

Her final surrender excited her further, and she groaned aloud as Fred 
cupped her buttocks and pulled them tighter to his thick pistoning penis. 
Stella heaved with passion, the pain of a few minutes ago lost forever in 
her memory. She was feeling such intense bliss that her brain shook with 
pleasure. Her legs tightly clamped around his hips and she used her heels to 
beat a tattoo of desire on his nakedly working buttocks. She strained her 
neck and searched for Fred's mouth; he came down voluntarily, and she 
slithered her tongue in and out of his mouth in a wild semblance of the 
fucking rhythm in her pussy while her throat gurgled with the passion that 
filled her hungry young cunt and raced through her body. 

The wantonly aroused blonde secretary punched her madly throbbing pussy up 
to him as Fred fucked into her with ever-increasing force, lengthening his 
stroke, drawing his shaft almost out of the fleshy sheath, then plunging 
downward in quickening strokes as her tight cunt lips clasped it and sucked 
it hungrily. She was exploding under him, and at last he heard her sharp 
intake of breath . . . then she was hurdling her wildly quivering vagina up 
and down his thick throbbing cock like a mad woman. 

"Oooooohhhhh! Oooohhhhh!" she moaned as his cock kept pounding mercilessly. 
She was struggling for breath. Between her own delirious panting and the 
merciless battering her employer was giving her body, she hardly had time to 
breathe freely and so she gasped madly for air. 

Fred's sperm-inflated balls slapped noisily against her upturned buttocks 
and his throbbing sac seemed about to split in two from the intense pressure 
building within. His loins ached with impending release as he began ramming 
her tight little pussy with increasing fury. This was no ordinary 
'housewife' with whom he could control his sperm and make her cum once or 
twice before he did. Stella's sucking cunt was too gluttonous and tight, and 
there was no way in heaven he could control himself. All he could do was 
fuck her like this and hope she'd cum with him. 

She groaned loudly as the new force of his thrusts jammed his thick cock 
deeper and deeper into her madly rippling womb, but it was a cry of sheer 
pleasure. She raised her legs even higher to receive his plunging cock with 
greater ease. Dear God! . .. if he didn't cum soon his wildly throbbing 
penis was going to explode, and he would go crazy ... he had to cum, and he 
had to make her cum with him. He looked down and watched his wetly 
glistening shaft slip smoothly in and out of her clasping little pussy. He 
watched her cuntal lips cling to his penis as if it were another hungry 
mouth, insatiable, wanting more and more cock. Then his eyes closed in 
relief as he felt her wet flowering beneath him . .. 

Stella abruptly gave a sharp scream beneath him and began writhing in 
complete abandonment as she ground up and down on his thick impaling rod. 
Her toes flexed and unflexed, her swollen breasts heaved, her legs lurched 
from side to side. 

"Ooooohhhh! Ooooooooohhhh!" she chanted in the build-up of her orgasm, her 
face contorted in an unbelievable mark of passion. 

Fred continued to fuck maniacally into her widespread thighs until he felt 
the walls of her vagina start secreting the warm viscous liquid of her 
beginning climax. Below him, Stella suddenly lifted her hips from the bed 
and pushed them against his loins, rotating her buttocks with wild motion 
and screaming, "God! It's happening . . . it's really happening . . . yes, 
I'm going to cum .. . I'm c u u u m m m ii ii n n n gggg ! . . . I'm 
cccccuuuummmmiiinnnngggg!" 

The beautiful young blonde convulsed beneath her boss,. her cunt sucking 
feverishly at his pistoning shaft and her short hot breath breaking into 
gasping sobs. He could feel her pussy gushing and seething around his thick 
plummeting length. Excited beyond belief and spurred on by Stella's 
prolonged climax, Fred dug deeper into her hotly flooding split, forcing her 
tortured vagina even wider apart. He fucked her like a relentless machine 
gone wild. Then just as he had felt her climax ... he felt his own surging 
waves of hot sperm bubble up and travel from his balls to the lust-swollen 
head of his cock . .. and he moaned and groaned as the powerful gushes of 
sperm sprayed the insides of her pussy, filling her to the bursting point. 
Her hot vaginal walls sucked and milked his ejaculating penis until he 
thought he would pass out from the wildly exciting sensations. 

Suddenly the naked young secretary's energies were spent, and she collapsed 
and fell back onto the mattress, her cum-filled belly quivering from the 
unleashed tide of passion. Never had her body been fulfilled as it was now. 
She let the lazy satisfaction and the exhaustion of her muscles drift over 
her. She elosed her eyes . . . and fell asleep. 

Fred slowly rolled off her, his limp penis coming out of her still twitching 
pussy with a lewd sucking sound. He saw his white hot sperm seep between 
Stella's widespread legs and onto the mattress. He, too, was exhausted and 
closed his eyes, but didn't go to sleep. He was thinking about the rest of 
his project. 

The beautiful blonde secretary awoke the next day in a small room to the 
sound of someone knocking on the door. When she opened her eyes she panicked 
for a minute, not knowing where she was, but as the knocking persisted, she 
said at last, "Come in." 

A young man dressed in a white uniform walked in with a large tray loaded 
with breakfast. Seeing the orderly her mind flashed back immediately and she 
remembered where she was and .. . God! only too clearly what she had done 
the day before. She blushed for a minute, but the tray in front of her made 
her forget the past for the present hunger in her empty stomach. She ate 
everything with delight, and after relaxing against the pillow, she felt 
energetic and full of strength. Jumping from the bed she dressed with the 
only available thing: The patient uniform. She was determined to speak to 
her boss today, and tell him she didn't think it was necessary for her to 
stay any longer since there was no real work to do. She would thank him for 
all the trouble he had taken to bring her to Comfort House and for 
explaining their procedure to her. 

After what had happened between them the day before it was impossible to 
remain in this wanton place one minute longer. Too, she didn't think that 
the therapy she had been subjected to was intended to encourage better 
working relationships within the office framework - outside, perhaps. She 
blushed again at the thought of the intimacy she had reached with her boss 
and the wild abandon in which she had voluntarily given herself to him. If 
the last room of treatment had meant for patients to go all the way, they 
certainly had accomplished that with her. But it was not a procedure she 
intended to see repeated. There was no excuse for her actions, even if part 
of the blame could fall on the pornographic movie they had been made to 
watch. 

She walked out of the room and in her mind she was ready, but as she stepped 
out, Fred was waiting for her a few feet away. Immediately all her 
determination melted under the knowing smile of her boss. All the events of 
the previous day rolled back in unadulterated reality, like a movie, and his 
exact knowledge of her obscene performance left her speechless. 

Fred smiled sardonically when he saw the change of expression come over her 
face. He had seen the same thing happen many times. How many? He didn't 
know, but he had been working for the company for three years, and in that 
short span of time a lot of girls had passed through his hands - and his 
cock. He knew perfectly well how to handle the present situation and felt 
completely at ease. There was nothing in the business world in which he 
couldn't succeed and the present enterprise would be no different. 

In the politest of tones he asked her if she had had a good sleep, but 
without waiting for an answer he ushered her through a door and into a large 
spacious office. He walked to a chair and asked her to sit, while he moved 
behind a massive desk that dominated the room. His eyes were cold and 
impassionate as if nothing had ever happened between them the previous day. 
His hand moved to the inside pocket of his jacket and carefully he pulled 
out a small packet and handed it to Stella. 

Rather nervous before the unusual manner of her boss, Stella took the 
package. Her eyes glanced back at him, and he nodded for her to open it. 
Carefully she unwrapped it.. . then her face suddenly turned livid and her 
hands trembled. The packet contained photos, dozens of them, and in each one 
there was a close up of a woman being fucked, impaled, abused in every 
conceivable manner. It not only was obscene, but degenerate because . . . 
because the woman was herself! 

She looked at him in utter incomprehension, but found only a cruel stare in 
his normally friendly eyes and a sardonic smile on his lips. 

"Well, what do you think of them? Quite good, eh? You made an excellent 
patient to study, and passed the 'screen' tests marvelously well. In fact, 
with top honors," he said returning to his cordial manner to soften the 
shock for her. 

"In fact, you did so well that we've thought that some of our top executives 
might enjoy some of your performances. I'm talking about films, of course, 
which would naturally be for private use and circulated only among those at 
the highest level. ; . Like the one you saw yesterday about the Arab. The 
girl works in our Accounting Department!" 

Stella's head hung low. She didn't want him to witness the tears that were 
rolling down her face as he spelled out the final humiliation. She had 
never, never expected . .. this. And for once the entire procedure at 
Comfort House and their real goal became crystal clear. 

"Naturally we want you to play our lead. The heroine if that's what its 
called ..." he added. 

The treachery of this man was so blatant that her misery rapidly changed to 
hatred. She would not allow him to treat her like a cheap slut. What did he 
think, that because in a moment of mindlessness he had taken advantage of 
her he could do in the future what he wanted? With a rallying cry she lifted 
her tear-stained face, and with a voice filled with rage she said, "You'll 
have to drag me, beat me and drug me, Mr. Rodgers, before I will submit to 
what you want. You are ... you are . .. you are a bastard!" 

"Come, come now. Don't get emotional," Fred said disregarding her insult. He 
had expected it and it didn't worry him. He had been called worse things 
before. Besides he wasn't about to lose the opportunity of making a little 
stag movie to please the Board members just because of a few insults. 

"Of course we'll pay you . . . and handsomely. You'll cut just three shorts 
for which we'll pay you $10,000. A nice sum eh?" "You're crazy .. . you're 
insane! I'll tell the police - the newspapers - about this filthy place, 
your 'doctors,' your 'treatment'," she shouted in despair. 

Without losing his temper or raising his voice, the young executive let her 
drown on the truth. "How would you like your fiance to be presented with an 
enlarged reproduction of each of these magnificent poses? How would you like 
to have him see you as you really are - a lusty woman who'll give herself to 
anyone who can talk sweetly." 

"He would never believe such a lie!" she said contemptuously. 

"Oh, no? The evidence is in black and white and color. How would you like 
him to see you being sucked - with your cunt so spread apart that the camera 
didn't even have to zoom in for a good shot. And what about your ecstatic 
face while I'm eating your pussy, honey? Because, don't you forget for one 
minute, that I know you for what you truly are . .. that I've tasted your 
pussy and you've sucked my cock voluntarily," he said in the crudest of 
tones. 

"Yet that's hot all. I mean we could put these lovely photos into 
circulation in all the hot houses of the nation, and your face and sweet 
little body would become so popular you would be recognized in every comer. 
And lets face it, no one would dare hire you. So where would you end up? 
I'll tell you: In some cheap hotel serving sailors and stevedores as a 
two-bit prostitute," he stopped for a minute to let his words sink in. He 
knew she was crushed and there was nothing she could do but submit and 
accept his proposition. 

God! could this really be happening to her?, Stella thought. It couldn't be 
... it had to be a nightmare. Things like this only went on in the movies. 
The blackmail was too cruel, too crushing to be possible. But as she lifted 
her head and her eyes met Fred's she knew there was nothing ficticious about 
his words. 

Everything he said was true and there was nothing . . . nlthing she could 
do. This time she didn't hide her tears and she let them fall down her 
cheeks. 

Two young and muscular young men are seen walking towards a boat wearing 
nothing but shorts and carrying a heavy load of fishing gear. As they drop 
the equipment, a beautiful girl runs up to them gasping for breath and asks 
if they are Tom and Joe, the fishermen. When they say yes she looks relieved 
and asks if they would be willing to take her along in the boat - she is 
interested in doing some scuba diving. The men exchange a quick glance and 
promptly agree. 

"Cut!" 

"O.K. Stella, now you are going to be raped in this scene, and I want you to 
put up a real fight. But I also want you to remember that we want a good 
close-up of your pussy. So when I say lift and open wide do just that: Bring 
your hips up and spread your legs as wide as you can. We don't want the 
bosses to miss one single fold of that pretty little cunt. O.K.?" Fred said 
through a loud speaker standing at the back of the film set. 

The words failed to embarrass Stella. They had the first time and the 
second, but by now she had heard them so many times it didn't matter, even 
if there were strange men around. She had grown used to being poked around 
and tossed over and under a multitude of men during the past week . . . 
nothing mattered ... she was numb to depravity. Two films had been finished 
already, and for that she was glad because that meant there was only the 
present one to complete. The first one had taken so long, so long ... well, 
she had been unprepared for the vulgarity of playing a maid who would allow 
her skirt and panties to be pulled down by the house master and then paraded 
nakedly along a room with nothing more than an apron and high heels. She was 
asked to wiggle her ass, to open her legs and bend down, to spread out the 
lips of her pussy and to smile while the make-believe house master sucked 
her cunt. 

Then there had been the other scenes where she had been asked to he on the 
bed, still with the high heels on and the apron, and gently begin to 
masturbate herself. She had forced one finger, two and finally three ... it 
had been awful, but to her amazement, to her horror she had eventually 
orgasmed while three or four men hovered over her with lights and cameras. 
After that, each scene became easier and easier to act. She had been sucked 
and she had been forced to suck until the man came in her mouth; she had 
been fucked in her anus, her cunt and her mouth by one, two, and three men 
at a time. Slowly she had come to realize that if she let her mind wander, 
'acting' ceased to be a chore and could even be quite enjoyable. 

It was shameful perhaps, but the truth was she had learned a lot about men 
and about sex that she had not known before. She had come to enjoy the 
feeling of being possessed by two men on a bed. She had learned how to lick 
a man's cock with such sensuality that he would cum within a minute right in 
her mouth. And how to tease by hovering her straddled legs over a man's face 
so that he could look up into her invitingly pink pussy and want her to the 
point of bursting. It was the feeling of power she enjoyed; the power of her 
ripe young body to turn on any man that came to her, no matter how many 
times he had served as stud. Yes, she had learned a lot... 

Stella thought of her innocent fiance back home and smiled. There was no 
returning to him or to her old way of life. When they went back to town she 
would resume her job as secretary to Fred ... he had big plans for her. And 
she would give George one last good fuck and send him on his way - how 
surprised he was going to be by some of the 'little' things she was going to 
do for him - she smiled . . . 

"Please don't. . . don't do it to me!" Stella's voice screamed. But her 
supplications were cut short by the young fisherman's hand clamping hard 
over her mouth. And further muffled cries were choked back in the depths of 
her throat until only broken grunts of anguish could be heard coming from 
her flaring nostrils. 

"Rip that little swimming suit off," one of the men said to the other. 

"Yeah! Let's show her something about real scuba diving," the other answered 
with a snicker. And with a swift movement he tore off Stella's flimsy 
bikini. 

She gasped as her protective clothing was thrown away and she was 
defenselessly naked. She now was wild with the fear of the horrible truth 
looming over her. She was going to be raped! 

Her nipples could be seen springing into a goose-pimpled hardness, their 
tiny bud-like tips throbbing from the sudden exposure to the cool marine 
air. The men wasted no time and. . . 


End
