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