Her Husband's Boss

Her Husband's Boss

by Karen Ziegler


Chapter 1


Maxwell Alexander eased back in his plush desk chair and swung around
toward the massive grey-tinted window behind him. Only two weeks ago,
he had been able to gaze down unblinkingly through the golden May
sunlight to the traffic-clogged Los Angeles intersection five stories
below, but summer had come scorching in on the heels of spring and now
the air shimmered with heat and a hazy blinding glare. The sky seemed
to drop down suddenly thick with smog, like a stifling shroud over the
sprawling city. The newspapers had been reporting that the level of air
pollution was critical and had already reached the danger point twice
during the past week. As usual, the papers had blamed it on the
complexes of heavy industry that surrounded the city and editorial
writers were crying out for more stringent anti-pollution measures.

With an impatient snort, Max turned his chair back around toward his
broad mahogany desk and picked up the latest copy of New World Steel,
Alexander Steel Company's bi-weekly magazine. He grinned perniciously
at the striking cover photograph that met his gaze--a shapely, long-
legged blonde sunbathing next to a sparkling bright blue river with a
few gleaming white smoke-stacks rising over the trees in the
background, gently puffing out pale balls of smoke into the unsullied
sky. The caption read: "Pollution--What's All the Fuss About?" Even
though the picture had been taken months ago, it still amused him to
think of how he had been keen enough to take advantage of a
steelworkers' strike to scrub down those smoke-stacks and then burn
tons of newsprint in the huge furnaces to produce that innocent-looking
white smoke.

The "clear blue stream" had been a bit more of a problem, considering
the sulfurous waste that was being constantly dumped into the river by
the steel mill, but, just as the photographer had said, "There's
nothing you can't do with the right camera filters, and good
equipment." Sure, it had been expensive and time-consuming, but hell,
he thought smugly, it was well worth it. It was exactly this kind of
clever, creative thinking that kept him in his position as president,
and major stockholder, of Alexander Steel, the booming company that his
uncle Morton Alexander had founded.

Yes, he mused proudly as he chewed off the end of one of his expensive
Havana cigars, he deserved every damned Wing he had ever got. After
all, it had taken him years to reach his present position, and by God,
he had had to scheme and connive, in ways that few people could really
appreciate, to gain control of this industrial empire. In a rare moment
of humility, he found himself thanking the gods of fate that he had
become so thoroughly successful, had become a man who was wealthy and
powerful enough to avoid the unpleasantness of the smoggy Los Angeles
summer by remaining safely ensconced in the comfort of his lavishly-
decorated, air-conditioned office.

Puffing reflectively on the lighted cigar, he flipped through the
glossy magazine to the pages that outlined Alexander Steel's profits
for the last fiscal quarter. Though he knew every figure by heart, he
could not help but let out a low, satisfied chuckle at the sight of the
marked increases in orders and profits that would make him and the
other stockholders many millions of dollars richer this year. In the
ten years that Max had worked under his aging uncle, Morton Alexander,
he had learned the business well, so well that the old man had had
almost no choice but to promote his enterprising nephew up to a vice-
presidency, the position of power from which Max had gradually taken
complete control of the company. That had been almost five years ago,
Max recalled nostalgically, and the promotion had been Uncle Morton's
single grave mistake in an otherwise brilliant business career.

Max never tired of remembering the details of his relentless climb to
power and wealth. Because of his nephew's extraordinary business sense,
the usually shrewd old uncle had tended to ignore Max's occasional
unscrupulousness and the new vice-president's obvious impatience with
ideas that ran contrary to his own. Max had a tendency to interpret
everything around him in terms of dollars and cents in his own pocket,
which after all, the old man thought, might be a good thing from a
stockholder's standpoint. At first, the younger man's trenchant
greediness about business matters had disturbed Uncle Morton a little,
and the aging steel magnate would be tense and shrill after a few hours
around him. But gradually, Morton Alexander learned to relax around his
eager nephew and had come to regard the young man's impatience and
demands as nothing more than healthy ambition.

Cautiously, and then with less care, the uncle had started to accept
Max's advice on crucial new issues concerning important company
policies and had eventually entrusted him with the handling of entire
projects without feeling the necessity to oversee them or examine the
end results of his power-hungry nephew's administrative efforts.
Ultimately, with a great surge of confidence that Max would be able to
work even more effectively with additional responsibility, the old
chief executive had brushed aside the violent protests of the other
board members and had seen to it that his ambitious junior relative was
elevated to a full vice-presidency.

That had been the beginning of the end for Uncle Morton. He had sown
the seeds of his own downfall as the reigning head of Alexander Steel
Company.

It had been only a matter of time until, little by little, Max had
thoroughly usurped his uncle's power and had phased the older man out
of the company altogether with only a comfortable token pension and a
relatively insignificant vote as a minor stockholder. The other
executives who had been troublemakers in Max's eyes--the ones who had
been foolish enough to show any opposition to his ruthless rose to the
presidency and full command of the company--had been forced into either
complete administrative slavery or dishonorable resignation with a bare
minimum of compensation for their years of service with Alexander
Steel. One by one, the vacant posts had been filled with fresh
personnel that the new dictator had screened personally--a staff of
people who filled all the necessary qualifications and were willing to
accept low starting salaries with promises of handsome incomes in the
future if they somehow managed to meet his high expectations of them in
their various fields. No one had been able to stop Max from having his
way as the president of the big corporation, and he knew that there was
not a single employee who could justifiably criticize his effectiveness
as a businessman--if one of them should even dare to think of
criticizing him. As merciless and underhanded as he often was with
other rival companies, and sometimes with his own customers, he had
built Alexander Steel's quarterly profits up to all-time record highs.
And even more impressive at least as far as the employees were
concerned, he had introduced incentive programs through which everyone,
from an ordinary laborer to a vice-president, could earn attractive
bonuses if they were able to fulfill the production and sales quotas
that he had posted on bulletin boards as being "Normal Standards," but
which veterans of the industry considered beyond the capabilities of
the huge plant as well as beyond the range of the available market.
Nevertheless, sales and production continued to soar and, occasionally,
much to the surprise of the company skeptics, Max's secretaries posted
bonus lists throughout the plant.

In short, Max Alexander was an undeniable success in the world of
business and, moreover, he enjoyed his position far too much to feel
the smallest pang of remorse for anything he had had to do to become
what he was. To the contrary, he often found himself almost wishing
that he had not gained the pinnacle of his career quite so rapidly and
completely ... that there was still some challenge left in his life.
Ironically, Max's knack for organization had made the company operate
so efficiently that there was little for him to do now but count up the
profits and amuse himself with an occasional new project--such as New
World Steel, the company magazine that now lay before him on the desk.

The magazine, which had started out as a half-hearted effort to keep up
with production trends started by other large companies, had become
Max's pride and joy, an attractive, glossy testament to the success of
Alexander Steel ... and it's president! The ruggedly handsome middle-
aged executive thumbed proudly through the smart little publication,
nodding in pleased agreement with everything that his young editor
Henry Cummings, had included so far. It had taken Max a good while to
clear all the fancy intellectual notions out of the recent college
graduate's head, but finally he had trained the boy satisfactorily.

The magazine was exactly as Max wanted it now, packed with colorful
photographs of new plants and operations as well as busty, well-shaped
girls to keep the stockholders interested in the meat of the articles.
Yes, young Cummings was certainly coming along and, if he continued to
remember who was buttering his bread, the boy might possibly have a
brilliant future at Alexander Steel.

Max turned another page of the publication and suddenly the expression
of smug-faced complacency began to fade from his craggy features. Below
the thick mass of greying brown hair, the fifty-three year-old
executive's face darkened and his broad chest began to heave beneath
his expensively-tailored shirt and suit jacket until his appearance was
that of a lion on the verge of roaring out its fury. On the desk before
him the magazine lay open at its last page, the headline of which read:
"A Message from Max" ...

"Goddammit, Cummings, where's my picture?" the enraged bull-like man
bellowed out in his spacious office. "How in the hell could you forget
that?"

Then, remembering that the palatial office had been thoroughly
soundproofed as a result of his own orders, and that no one but he
could hear his indignant fury, he rose quickly from his chair and
leaned over the highly-polished expanse of desk to jab impatiently at
the buzzer that signaled his receptionist in the next room. His tall,
still-muscular frame seemed even more ominous than usual as he bent
over the call-box, punching his forefinger brutally down on the button
until a red light suddenly lit up on the console.

"Yes--yes, Mr. Alexander," a nervous female voice finally chimed in
from the speaker on the machine. "I-I was just away from my desk for a
minute ..."

The girl's obvious terror pleased Max in his sour mood and he found
himself smiling evilly as he roared back in to the speaker, "You're
damned right you did, blondie! And tell your friends at the water-
cooler to break up the tea party and get back to work right away!"

"Oh, yes, sir," she squeaked timidly. Max grinned to himself
sadistically as he imagined his deliciously built ash-blonde
receptionist cowering at her desk, making frantic gestures to his small
battalion of secretaries that they should return to work immediately.
He required a fairly large number of girls in his personal secretarial
staff because some of them were dead weight and had been hired solely
for their looks. Well, what the hell, he thought defensively, what was
the good of being president if he could not indulge himself in a few
harmless amusements at the company's expense.

"Uh, Mr. Alexander, sir," the timid female voice from the speaker broke
in again, intruding on his thoughts. "Did you want me for anything
else, sir?"

His fury of a moment ago renewing, Max was just about to instruct the
girl to summon Henry Cummings to his office when his wandering gaze
fell on the page opposite his own "message" in the magazine. Almost
against his will, he stared feverishly at the page headed "New
Products" and at the picture of a buxom, round-hipped brunette girl
seductively caressing a huge roll of glistening heavy-duty steel wire,
one of Alexander Steel's newest lines. Though he tried to maintain his
waning anger at the young editor, Max could not help but appreciate
Henry Cummings' unerring taste in female flesh. Max wondered for a long
moment if the magazine editor interviewed his models personally.
Christ, the very idea of all those gorgeous young women clustered in
Henry's tiny office, like a whole gardenful of flowers just waiting to
be plucked by any man with balls enough to do it, made the steel
magnate leer licentiously. It was no wonder that Henry sometimes forgot
a thing as simple as including the boss's picture with his address to
the stockholders, Max mused with a chuckle. Hell, the poor kid probably
had had a hard time managing to think straight all the time.

"Did you say something, Mr. Alexander?" the receptionist asked at the
sound of her employer's muffled laughter over the intercom. Max sat
there in silence, continuing to stare at the juicy female morsel in the
photograph, his temple beginning to pulse and throb.

"Aw, hell, buzz Miss Stillson in her office and have her come in her at
once," Max finally ordered. "And tell her to make it snappy."

"Yes, sir," the receptionist's voice came back, a tone of frightened
obeisance causing her to squeak a little. It was not two minutes after
the intercom had clicked off that a small door marked "Private" sprang
open on the far side of Max's office.

"Honey, you know I'm right next door, you don't have to go through a
third party," a gorgeous raven-haired woman purred as she stepped into
his office, clad only in a revealing sea-green negligee fringed with
almost incongruous-seeming lace at the cuffs and down along the deep
vee of the neckline. "I could hear you bullying that poor girl out
there even over the sounds of the baseball game on my radio."

"Dammit, June, you're on my payroll as my public relations assistant,
and you really ought to be dressed by this time of the day," Max
grumbled with mock sterness as his glittering eyes hungrily scanned the
generous, sexy contours of June Stillson's nearly-naked body. Although
Maxwell Alexander's ravishing dark-haired mistress was in her late
thirties, her provocative, voluptuous body was always enough to send
his blood pressure soaring, and now Max rapidly forgot the younger
girls on the pages of the company magazine.

He added with a leering grin, "What if one of my secretaries came into
your office, baby? Now what kind of public relations work would you be
doing in that kind of outfit? Christ, June, who do you think you are?"

"I'm just me, Max, and I'd be doing the same kind of work I always do,"
she replied with a confident smile as she began to stroll casually
toward him, her full outward-curving hips swaying seductively beneath
the sheer fabric of her negligee. "Don't worry, anyway, because I
always keep the door locked when I'm like this. I just had a feeling
you might want to see me this afternoon, so I dressed for the
occasion."

Smiling at him cleverly, the statuesque beauty peeled the thin garment
slowly from her sensuous body and, dropping it to her feet, did a small
pirouette in the center of the spacious office before she walked
nakedly to his desk and leaned her smooth rounded buttocks back on the
hard wood edge, wriggling back along the top until she perched
gracefully in front of him. Her deep amber eyes flickered smokily with
suddenly-ignited lust as she stared expectantly into Max's hard but
handsome face.

"By God, you really want it, don't you, baby?" Max growled excitedly at
the beautiful woman whose buttocks were already moving slowly in tiny
little circles of anticipation on the highly burnished wood surface of
his desk, a scant few inches from his leering face. "You little whore,
I'll bet you don't think about anything but cock all day long."

"Do ... do you want me to think about something else?" June asked
quietly, her sultry face suddenly changing to a clouded expression of
uncertainty and confusion. "I always do anything you say, Max. With
anyone." In her anxiety, her golden-eyed gaze darted nervously around
the room. "Do you have some business friends you want me to entertain
now? I will, sweetheart. I'll do anything for you. I always have ...
God, without you ..."

"That's right, baby, without me you'd be right back in the gutter where
I found you," Max chuckled cruelly, delighting in her obsequious show
of absolute dependence on him, whatever his whims. That was the way he
liked his employees ... especially his women ... answering gratefully
to his every beck and call. "But don't worry. I think you're going to
be with me for a long, long time," he added expansively, "because we
understand each other, don't we?"

Relief registered clearly in the handsome woman's facial features and
then, once again, desire kindled in her eyes. "You bet, sweetheart,"
she purred throatily and ran her slim fingertips lightly and teasingly
down the front of his white shirt until they rested inquisitively on
the buckle of his belt. Her long thick eyelashes trembled excitedly as
she asked in a soft tremulous voice, "Do you have any ... public
relations for me to carry out today?"

"No, but I've got some private relations for you," Max barked harshly,
suddenly impatient with the wastefulness of mere conversation. He rose
hastily from his overstuffed chair and began to pull at the stubborn
fastenings at the fly of his trousers. "My big old cock has just been
waiting for the feel of your sweet lips around it, baby, and it doesn't
want to wait any longer."

His lust-bright eyes fastened greedily on June's naked, tantalizing
body as he pulled down the zipper of his trousers and jerked free his
suddenly-hardening cock from the confinement of his undershorts. The
hot-blooded brunette had been Max's live-in mistress ever since the
high-powered executive had become bored with a life of all business and
damned little pleasure, and he had discovered her one night where she
worked as a cocktail waitress in a flashy nightclub bar. Though he had
never claimed to be faithful to the willing, uninhibited brunette, the
sexual electricity between them had never faded and now, as his
appreciative eyes played lewdly over the exciting curves and valleys of
her lush body, he felt ripples of hot desire rushing swiftly through
the sensitive nerve-ends of his skin. His long, purple-veined penis
jutted out of the opening in his grey flannel trousers and began to
rise stiffly up below his slight paunch as he stood at the back of his
desk staring down at his mistress's white, cream-like contours,
displayed nakedly before him. His gaze rested hotly on the sight of her
plush, full breasts, the narrowest of valleys running between the
magnificent firmness of the twin globes. His thick heavy cock jerked
higher as his eyes dropped lower to take in the milky, voluptuous hips
that led down to the delicious sweep of long slender legs. Between the
shapely, breath-taking thighs that draped enticingly over the edge of
the desk, Max could see clearly through the soft pubic hair covering
her ripe loins to the fleshy pinkness of her vaginal slit glistening
wetly in the afternoon light filtering through the tinted glass window

"Now, baby," he suddenly groaned, hoarse with mounting need. "Come over
here and give me some of those sweet lips, the way I taught you."

With a soft moan of pleasure, his naked mistress wiggled across the
desk, then leaned on one elbow until her beautiful face was poised
directly in front of him, within inches of his now hard, pulsing shaft
of flesh rising menacingly up from the unzipped front of his trousers.
Her long, red-lacquered fingernails scratched lightly over the heavily-
veined surface of the rock-hard prick, causing it to jerk convulsively
as the hot air of her breath blew softly on it. Max's breath quickened
even more as she began to expertly massage the massive cock, lovingly,
up and down until one glistening drop of pearly translucent fluid
seeped out from the broad, mushroom-shaped head. She then moved her
slender fingers down lower to his sperm-bloated balls, cradling their
softness in her palm. Max groaned and gritted his teeth at her expertly
tender ministrations of his stiff cock and large drooping testicles.

"Do you like it, sweetheart?" she asked coquettishly, fully aware of
the heated effect that her naked female body and the teasing touch of
her fingertips was having on him. "Does it make you forget all about
those nasty business problems that always bother you?"

"You know damn well I like it, bitch," Max growled, irritated by her
mention of the business annoyances that he was trying so hard to
forget. "Don't tease me, goddammit. Just suck my cock!"

Suddenly, he moaned and jerked his anxious loins forward involuntarily
as the delicious wet warmth of her parted lips closed over the
sensitive, blood-swollen glans of his penis. He moaned louder and
reached down to tangle his fingers tightly in her dark wavy hair,
guiding the rhythm of her now-bobbing head below.

God, how he had needed this!

Max looked down to watch the beautiful woman's penis-filled face, her
soft lips stretched wide with the thickness of his aching cock buried
at least halfway up in her sucking mouth. June sensed his increasing
excitement and began to suck harder, twirling her smooth red tongue
titillatingly around the moist stickiness of the bulbous head. As he
felt the tips of her teeth digging gently into the rubbery, resisting
skin, he turned his head to gaze sideways into the huge mirror that
filled the wall beside his desk for a better view of his gorgeous,
willing mistress's face as his turgid, hard rod began to saw
rhythmically in and out of the brunette's wetly ovaled mouth. Christ,
just the sight alone was enough to drive him insane, causing his loins
to tense more and jerk up into her laboring face until the reflected
image he saw looked as though he were ramming his long, hard prick more
than halfway down her slender throat. Practically all of his thick
fleshy penis now seemed to disappear with each new powerful thrust he
made until finally only a short stretch of it showed shining wet and
white, protruding from her distended lips. She was gorged with his
fiery blood-filled flesh, his pulsating length like a savage creature
with its own existence and needs that had taken control over his body
and mind.

Jesus, he swore to himself, the bitch could really suck cock, as though
she had been born with one in her mouth and had learned to treat it as
part of herself. Sure, he often desired other women--the younger and
more innocent the better--but he could always depend upon June to
deliver the kind of pure satisfaction he wanted ... like this ... and
without any bothersome preliminaries.

June's experienced tongue worked with a nerve-tingling swipe of its tip
on each out-stroke and was making his cock-head throb and lurch as if a
live electric wire were being touched against it. The impassioned
middle-aged steel executive was completely mesmerized by the lewd
spectacle in the mirror, watching the pink moist flesh of her tightly
compressed lips being focused on the labor of giving him this obscene
pleasure. Her full, heavy breasts bobbed and swayed against her rocking
torso, and the very sight of it incited him to increasing heights of
brain-reeling passion.

"Keep on, keep on sucking my cock," Max hissed through tightly clenched
teeth, wishing that all of his employees could give him as much
pleasure as this one, this mature, full-bodied woman. Shit, if the
editor of the company magazine were a woman and not Henry Cummings, how
he would love to shove his stiff prick deep down in her throat, as far
as he humanly could, to teach her a lesson she would never forget, so
that she would never again forget to include the face of Maxwell
Alexander in any future issue. The thought of the missing picture in
New World Steel filled him with a renewed momentary anger and he wound
his hand brutally in his mistress's soft brown hair, driving her face
down viciously into his thrusting loins.

"Suck harder, suck faster, goddammit," he snarled down at the woman
slaving between his wide-spread, trembling legs. Her ripe body was
beginning to gleam from the light beading of sweat forming on her ivory
skin, and he was gloating and enjoying the sight of her lying
subserviently on the desk, her lipstick-ovalled lips wrapped tightly
around the thick roundness of his stone-hard cock as he stood over her,
lunging his hips furiously into her lovely twisted face.

He could feel a powerful pressure building relentlessly up to a fever
pitch in his painfully full balls, and he knew it would not be long
now. His huge cock felt like it was ready to explode and spew the hot
creamy sperm in his bloated testicles in all directions, everywhere in
the room.

He drove his pelvis heartlessly into her face, even more cruelly now,
and heard with delight the mumbled cry of protest that came from her as
his long hefty prick drubbed deeper and deeper into her tortured, warm
wet mouth, driving far down into her working throat. But he heeded
nothing in his quest to end this exquisite agony, the ecstasy that was
building, building, building to the peak of spectacular relief in his
burning loins and within his balls.

Suddenly he felt a great upheaval in his lust-swollen testicles as the
boiling white sperm began to race in a hot stream up the length of his
thrusting cock. His own lips pulled back over his teeth in an ecstatic
grimace and he gasped hoarsely as though in excruciating pain. His
thick fleshy penis began a sudden wild staccato jerking that, without
warning, flooded his beautiful mistress's hungrily sucking mouth with
burst after burst of heatedly sticky cum, ballooning her smooth cheeks
outward with each bullet-like spurt, so that she had to swallow quickly
to keep from choking, yet still mewling and crooning at his driving
loins.

"Don't stop, baby, suck it, suck it!" he rasped as he tightened his
hands in her tawny hair and convulsively slammed his pulsating cock
farther and farther into her lipsticked mouth and deep down into her
distended throat. The naked woman obeyed and continued to suck insanely
as he shot his lewd sperm into her, filling her mouth, almost drowning
her, until at last he gave a shuddering sigh and pulled himself back
and out of her lips for one final thrust. But he missed her still
eagerly sucking mouth by a fraction of an inch when he lunged forward
again. The blunt inflamed head rammed against the side of her face by
mistake, leaving a long sticky trail of hot cum smeared lewdly along
her upper lip and her right cheek. Undaunted, June twisted her head and
maneuvered her voracious mouth to seize the base of his hard-throbbing
staff of flesh between her teeth, like a dog with a stick. Then,
grasping his scrotum with her fingers, she lifted her head to guide the
glistening tip back into the warmth of her open mouth, squeezing up on
the cock with her fingers to milk out and devour every last drop of the
delicious white fluid.

Little by little, his sated penis deflated between her ovalled lips
and, at last, Max collapsed back into his chair in exhaustion, pulling
his prick from her lips with a wet little slurping sound that resounded
wetly in the stillness of the office. A great sigh of relief escaped
his lips, and June lay back happily on the desk, a loving, contented
smile spreading across her beautiful, cum-smeared face. She lay there
for a few moments, catching her breath, then sat up again on the edge
of the desk.

"That's something you can't get in a board meeting, isn't it, Max?" the
perspiring brunette asked with a proud little smirk, a sparkle of
female triumph in her brownish-yellow eyes. Catching sight of the
magazine that lay crumpled beneath her rounded thigh, she picked it up
and added with a silly giggle, "Why don't you have Henry do a story on
my blowjobs, Max? Think of the publicity you'd get!"

At the sight of the copy of New World Steel, Max's face darkened and he
felt his irritation returning anew. He knew that it was no use trying
to explain to June what that irresponsible punk, Henry Cummings, had
done, for she would only laugh and tell him he was being too sensitive.
Still, though, it was his magazine and his company, and he had a good
mind to teach that young editor a lesson. Perhaps June might have some
ideas, he mused inwardly.

Just then, his angry thoughts were interrupted by the buzzing of the
intercom.

"What do you want?" he barked gruffly into the console, abruptly
motioning to June to get off his desk.

"You have a visitor, sir," the receptionist's half-frightened voice
informed from the speaker. "I wouldn't have bothered you, sir, but she
said it was personal and very important. She says her name is Mrs.
Cummings--Mrs. Henry Cummings. Isn't Henry Cummings the--?"

"I know who he is, dammit," Max interrupted impatiently. At the same
moment, however, a strange light of interest began to fill his crafty
eyes. "Personal, is it? Well, ask her to please wait for five minutes
or so, and then send her on in."

The red light on the console blinked off and Max looked up to see June
standing before his desk, her hands placed defiantly on her full hips,
hurt glittering in her amber eyes.

"Max, I don't try to tie you down, but after all, this is my
territory!" she angrily protested. "Can't you take that girl somewhere
else? I mean, after what we just did, that makes me feel awful!"

Max chuckled at her words, then broke into laughter at the pain-
stricken expression that immediately came over her face. "Oh, but baby,
you don't understand," he finally managed to say through his cruel
mirth. "I don't even know this broad, but I do have a little score to
settle with her husband," he added a bit more soberly, smoothing back
his slightly greying hair with the palm of one hand.

Reaching across the desk, he gave June a quick reassuring pat on a
generously rounded buttock cheek, then turned his thirty-four-year-old
mistress around and shoved her gently toward the door through which she
had entered his office earlier.

"Don't worry, baby," he consoled her jovially, "this is just business.
If anything comes up, I'll make certain to call you in."

June shot him a long, unbelieving glance and started across the room,
pausing only to pick up the flimsy negligee that she had dropped to the
carpet when she had first entered the office. As Max watched the
provocative sway of her smooth, cream-like buttocks on crossing the
room, he felt a brief moment of regret that he had not had more time to
spend with this always-exciting woman. She was so damned dependable.
But then, just as quickly, he marshaled his thoughts back to matters of
the immediate moment. He quickly zipped up his trousers, then, and sat
back down in his chair, beginning to speculate over what Mrs. Henry
Cummings could possibly want with him. Whatever it was, Max was going
to make damned sure that that young editor, bright as he was, never
forgot to put the company president's photo in the magazine again.



Chapter 2


"Mr. Alexander is engaged right now, Mrs. Cummings, but he'll be free
to see you in a few minutes, if you'll be kind enough to wait here."

Lost in her own thoughts, Kathy Cummings was startled by the sound of
the blonde receptionist's voice, but after a moment, she murmured
absently, with embarrassment, "Oh yes, of course, I'll wait. I know
he's a very busy man."

By the time Henry Cummings' young wife had collected herself
sufficiently to speak, the pretty receptionist had already returned to
her desk and was answering one of the insistently buzzing lines on the
switchboard in front of her. With a fleeting, nervous glance around the
spacious, modern waiting room, Kathy ascertained that, curiously, there
was no one else in line to see the president of Alexander Steel. She
stiffened with irrational apprehension as she wondered again exactly
what she would say to the powerful mysterious man who was her husband's
boss. Now that she was here, sitting in the very building in which
Henry worked, the nervous young woman wondered if perhaps she had made
a foolish mistake by coming here. For the flash of an instant, she was
tempted to turn right around and go back home again, to its relative
safety, but the mental image of her and Henry's home made her remember
exactly why she had come downtown today ... and why she would not go
home until at least some small step had been taken to set their
marriage straight again.

But what on earth would Mr. Alexander think when she attempted to
explain why she wanted to get a job, she wondered nervously. How could
she ever make him understand that perhaps the very future of her
marriage with Henry depended upon whether or not she could really prove
herself to be a contributing, productive member of their marital
partnership?

Kathy shifted anxiously in her chair, picked up a magazine from a
nearby table, then quickly put it down again, deciding instead to make
a last-minute check of her makeup in a tiny mirror which she withdrew
from the expensive shoulder bag now on her lap. It would not do, she
knew, to walk into Mr. Alexander's office with smudged lipstick or a
grimy face from the long bus ride she had made from their suburban home
into the industrial section of Los Angeles.

It took Kathy but a minute to pat her long, shiny strawberry blonde
hair into perfect place and then apply just a touch more of pale beige
lipstick, adding a slightly more pinkish color to her already full,
sensuous lips. The thin line of eye makeup around her wide brown eyes
was still perfect, though, and she knew from experience that, no matter
how determinedly she powdered her face, the light smattering of golden
freckles across her nose and part way down her cheeks would show
through anyway. Even though she was almost twenty-two years old, those
puckish freckles gave her the appearance of a teen-aged tomboy, despite
her alluring curves, but she had learned to live with them over the
years consoling herself with the memory of Henry once having said that
they were "cute" and made her actually prettier. Despite what was to
her the annoyance of the freckles, she could see in the little compact
mirror that she was indeed a very attractive young woman, the kind of
young woman whose sweet, almost childlike facial features were a direct
contrast to the delectable, curvaceous symmetry of her sensuous-looking
body. The long, lucent swing of her shoulder length reddish-blonde hair
tended to sophisticate her pixyish beauty, so that she almost looked
her age.

Replacing the mirror in her handbag, the exquisite young wife shook her
golden hair ruefully. It was disconcerting to look always so cherubic
and inexperienced, especially at times such as this afternoon, when she
was determined to impress Henry's formidable boss with her maturity and
potential efficiency--impress him enough to land a decent job. With an
involuntary gesture of nervousness, she reached down to smooth out the
short skirt of her crisp, navy-blue cotton dress over her silky,
suntanned thighs, hoping that the prim little frock with its lace cuffs
and collar was proper and demure enough to help her in her plan. It was
the longest dress she owned now, one left over from high school days,
and yet it still exposed a fairly daring expanse of shapely, sun-
browned leg well above the knee, and its slim figure-hugging design did
little to hide the lush contours of her body, the high-set, swelling
breasts and firm, circular buttocks that accentuated her tiny girlish
waist to such good advantage. Well, so what if she did look a little
daring, she rationalized, it could not hurt her chances for the job--
though, God knows, it had not been doing her much good in her own home.

At the thought of her dismal home-life with Henry, her bright,
ambitious husband, the slight, satisfied smile that had begun to play
across her perfectly-formed lips faded away and her high, clear brow
wrinkled with anxiety. In the six months since her marriage to Henry,
the beautiful strawberry blonde had been forced to arrive at the
conclusion that something was basically wrong with their relationship,
something serious, and until last night, she had been unable to put her
finger on precisely what it was. Now she knew and the realization had
spurred her on to the desperate action she was taking today. She would
get a job and show Henry once and for all, that she too had a mind, a
mind probably just as good as his, and that she was perfectly capable
of making some decisions concerning their marriage--even if she did
occasionally make a mistake.

The mere memory of what had happened after dinner last night made
Kathy's heart race furiously and she felt the blood rushing to her
pretty face at the humiliating recollection of her own husband's cold,
objective lecture about her "irresponsible conduct" ... as though she
were some sort of capricious school child who needed to be rapped
across her knuckles for naughtiness. All she had done was take
advantage of a "once-in-a-lifetime sale" on needed household goods in a
local department store, considering very carefully before she had
bought the bathroom scale and ... well, an electric blender. They were
things they should have and no doubt would have bought sooner or later
anyway, but Henry had acted as though her decision had driven them to
the verge of total bankruptcy. The whole thing was almost too silly to
take seriously. After all, Henry made more than enough money to live
on--and, really, who needed a bank account anyway after less than a
year of marriage? Seriously, who did, she fumed to herself, thinking
with resentment of her husband's cautiousness.

"Why do you always have to be such a grouch?"

Kathy started at the sound of her own voice and, realizing that she had
spoken her thoughts aloud, looked furtively around the waiting room,
afraid that the receptionist or someone else might have overheard her
voiced complaint. But the reception area was still deserted except for
the busy blonde at the desk, who was working the switchboard and
writing out messages, oblivious, it seemed, to Kathy's presence in the
room. Her embarrassment quickly waned and was replaced by defiance
again. What if someone had heard her, she angrily asked herself.
Perhaps, somehow someone might have figured out who she was talking
about and told Henry what she had said about him.

She hardly had the nerve to tell him anything and the fact that she
always became so intimidated in his presence made her madder than ever,
when she actually stopped to think about it in the light of their
latest disagreement. All she ever said was, "Yes, darling," "No,
darling," "I'm wrong again, darling," even when she knew perfectly well
she was right--at least part of the time! Well, this time she was going
to surprise him, really shock him, and be right for a change. As soon
as she had a job, they would have so much more money that they would be
able to afford a truly nice house as well as a healthy savings account
... and maybe that would do something badly needed for their sadly
disintegrating sex-life.

Kathy sat up straight in her chair and her hand flew to her cheek in
horror that she had even thought such a thing. For a moment she
wondered at her own audacity at daring to even mentally criticize her
own beloved husband's judgment in matters which she knew so little
about. After all, except for a few sessions of back-seat petting in
college, she had been virtually innocent when she had married Henry and
he was the one male in her life who had ever taken the time and trouble
to be patient and teach her what bit she knew about physical love. At
least he had in the beginning. But now that she was finally beginning
to lose her fears, to relax and truly enjoy the sensation of her
husband's hard penis pistoning in and out of her most secret place,
instead of being frightened to death as she had been when they were
first married, Henry seemed to be losing interest in her sexually.

There, she was thinking the same thing again, the pretty blonde
realized with a sense of self-irritation, she had decided early in
their marriage that it did her no good at all to question Henry's
judgment in matters like this and yet ... and yet, there was obviously
something wrong. Her chocolate-brown eyes clouded over with regret as
she remembered the nights, seemingly so long ago, when Henry would
spend hours coaxing her to do things that seemed so terrible, like
actually touching his hard, lustfully throbbing penis before he put it
into her, and he had always been right. They never hurt her and Henry
had always provided both of them with a strange extra enjoyment. That
is, all except for the weird things that he could never convince her to
do, things that she had heard about in school but did not really think
normal people did. Lately, instead of talking about them, he became
angry when she refused to let him perform those perverse acts with her,
and angrier still, when she refused to do them to him. It was not as
though she had not tried sometimes. God knows, she always wanted to
keep him happy and in love with her, but she just couldn't force
herself to go through with them, not and feel normal. Even now, in the
business-like atmosphere of Mr. Alexander's waiting room, she felt
herself quivering with revulsion at the memory of one night, not long
ago, when Henry had tried to push her head down under the sheets and
then the coldness with which he had treated her afterward, when she had
tearfully refused to obey him. Why wasn't he more understanding, she
sadly wondered. Why couldn't he realize that she had fears and doubts
just like anybody else?

"Mrs. Cummings, Mr. Alexander will see you now."

"Th-thank you," Kathy muttered as she rose automatically, flustered by
the sudden presence of the blonde receptionist a few feet in front of
her chair. Though she knew it was silly, she could not help but be
embarrassed by the idea that she had been mulling over such personal
things, right there in the anteroom of Mr. Alexander's office. Suppose
his receptionist had been able to tell what she had been thinking by
the look on her face? It was ridiculous, she knew, and yet Kathy felt
relieved as she stepped into her husband's boss's office and heard the
door shut quietly behind her.



Chapter 3


"How do you do, Mrs. Cummings," Maxwell Alexander greeted smoothly as
he rose courteously from his chair and extended his hand to the
desirable, fresh-faced young blonde, a wide charming grin on his face.
"It's certainly a pleasant surprise to see--I mean, meet you this
afternoon. Now tell me, please, what can I do for you?"

"Well, Mr. Alexander, it's a little complicated," Kathy admitted slowly
and rather shyly as she glanced covertly at the ruggedly handsome,
middle-aged man who had seated himself again after making certain that
she was comfortable in her own chair. From Henry's occasional
descriptions of his boss's appearance and temperament, she had expected
Mr. Alexander to look like a little old wizened man and not at all the
hearty, he-man-like individual seated before her. "You ... you are Mr.
Alexander, aren't you?"

"Yes, the very same, my dear," he informed her with a broad chuckle.
Max's gaze intensified as he drank in the sight of Henry Cummings'
young wife's lush, girlish figure, the birth of a notion sparking in
his narrowing eyes. God, what a juicy little bitch, he thought with
salacious delight. Her long coppery-gold hair and big fluttery brown
eyes were like something out of one of his wildest fantasies and her
body, hell, his mouth was watering just looking at it. It was
sensationally ravishing, an erotic dream, and he fully intended now to
make that dream come true. God, how had that punk Cummings ever managed
to land a sexy dish like this, he wondered in speculative astonishment.
Max's mind was already working on the interesting possibilities of
getting a devilish revenge against his forgetful magazine editor as
well as reaping the sexual fruit of the fool's savory little wife. He
smiled suavely and murmured suggestively, "Well, I'm sure I have enough
time for a lovely young girl like you. Here, why don't you sit down
over there, on the couch, where we can be comfortable during our chat?"

"Thank you, Mr. Alexander," Kathy replied in a soft but uncertain voice
as she rose and followed the important, older man to the plush black
leather couch that lined the span of almost one entire wall of the
huge, sumptuously decorated office. Her thoughts reverted automatically
back to Henry's words about this man, his employer, that he was "a
powerful, dynamic leader of men," but all she could think of at the
moment was how Max Alexander's penetrating gaze threatened to bore
right through her clothes to her bare flesh when he stood for what
seemed an eternity beside the couch, above her. She felt a cold shiver
of apprehension course through her, as though his piercing eyes were
stripping her bare, and the ever-fatherly, too-friendly, tone of voice
he used with her made her feel even more uncomfortable and worried.

"It--it's very kind of you to see me without my having made an
appointment," she excused herself, carefully avoiding his eyes as she
settled herself more sedately on the sofa, struggling not to betray her
discomfort around him.

"No, not at all," he reassured expansively. He recognized the sudden
fear blazing clearly in the beautiful girl's brown eyes when she caught
him blatantly inspecting her stunning, voluptuous body and he realized
with lecherous delight that she was no doubt just as young and innocent
as she seemed to be. Christ, what else should he expect, since she was
married to Cummings, he concluded sarcastically. And that was all the
better for him, the boss, for what could be more fun than introducing
this perky-looking, hot little piece of exciting ass to a couple of
things that she could take home to show her husband? He would make
Maxwell Alexander a name that her husband would remember for the rest
of his life. But first, Max decided, he would have to make this sweet
young bitch feel more at home with him, not so touchy and afraid. He
could hardly wait to get his eager hands and mouth on those ripe
alluring curves of soft flesh and bring her to a grand pitch of
abandonment and ecstasy that would make her beg, beg for what he had to
give her--good hard cock!

But she had to be ready, he reminded himself and for the time being he
would have to be content just to relish the youthful choiceness of her
tender, intoxicating body from a discreet distance.

"Forgive me for staring at you, my dear," he said softly with the same
sly practiced sincerity that he used so often with the more difficult
members of his board of directors. "I don't know quite how to say this,
but I certainly never expected Henry's wife to be so ... so attractive
... and intelligent, too, I imagine."

"Oh, thank you for being so kind, sir, but I'm just a plain housewife
and probably don't deserve so much praise," Kathy demurred, yet was
secretly pleased that the handsome mature man had immediately discerned
the very thing that she had been trying so hard to show Henry. It was
rewarding to be flattered so generously and the conversation was going
so easily that she could not resist the temptation to get directly to
the point. "Most men don't think a mere wife needs any brains to
function, but I'd like to show Henry that that's not really true."

"Oh, that's too bad. I didn't know you two were having any trouble. I'm
afraid I can't understand how any man could possibly underestimate a
charming woman like you. You can tell me about it, if you want to ...
And please, call me Max," he said good-naturedly, tilting his face
downwards to conceal the little smile of triumph that was twitching at
the corners of his mouth. Holy Christ, he had already found the key to
this gorgeous girl's emotions--on his very first attempt--not to
mention what was surely the way into her pants! There was no doubt
about it, Henry Cummings did not know how to handle his tasty young
wife, but, by God, he, Max Alexander, certainly did ... more than she
knew ... and he would keep on understanding her so well that she would
still be thanking him for his kindness when he gained control of her
luscious body. "Now, would you like to have a bit of refreshment with
me?"

"Well, I ..." Kathy blushed faintly as she tried to make up her mind
about the wisdom of accepting a drink with Henry's boss.

"Oh, come on, we can talk more easily if we're relaxed," Max
encouraged, a sudden flash of inspiration triggering his scheming mind
on to fresh designs.

"Umm, well, yes, I guess I'd like a small one," she heard herself say,
even though she had never imagined that she would become friendly so
quickly with her husband's employer. Though it was already well into
the afternoon and Henry would be getting off work in a few hours, the
delicious strawberry-blonde decided courageously that it could not hurt
to talk with this obviously warm-hearted man for a while longer. After
all, he had immediately understood her predicament, the kind of problem
she was having in her marriage, and she definitely needed someone to
commiserate with her anyway. Besides, she was almost positive now that
she would get the job whenever she worked up the necessary bravery to
ask for it. It would be nice to become friends with her future
employer--perhaps even convenient. "Uh, Max," she began hesitantly,
using his first name for the first time as she watched the tall, brawny
man walk quickly toward a Chinese lacquered cabinet on the other side
of the commodious office, "please don't make mine too strong. I ... I
haven't had much experience at drinking."

"Don't worry yourself, because I'm just going to give you a bit of rare
French liqueur. It's special, some stuff I had imported," Max assured
her, still grinning.

And you, my dear, are going to find out just how special it is in a few
minutes, Max chortled to himself with a vulgar grin as he withdrew a
crystal decanter from an ornate liquor chest in the corner of the room.
As he reached inside for two cordial glasses, the gloating executive
peered surreptitiously over his shoulder, slyly feasting his eyes on
Kathy's exciting, sensual body like some sort of monarch about to enjoy
a ritual sacrifice. He could barely wait to see the effect this drink
would have on her, to watch her, to watch her sweet, innocent face when
she first began to feel the effects of the potent aphrodisiac on her
nervous system. This licorice-flavored liqueur was generously spiked
with absinthe and Max knew from his own lewd experience that there was
not a single woman in the world who could successfully resist its
legendary lust-producing powers. He poured an ample portion of the
liquid in the glass he planned to give Kathy and then measured out an
equally large dose for himself, just in case he might need a bit of
extra stimulation after his delightful session with June earlier that
afternoon. But he doubted he would need it, not with such a fresh,
naturally-arousing young morsel of female flesh such as Kathy around.
Hell, he could already feel his prick beginning to jump impatiently in
his trousers, just at the idea of ramming it in someone as young and
magnificently formed as Kathy Cummings appeared to be. The fact that
she was married to that intellectual kid, Henry Cummings, who had
slighted him so rudely in his own company's magazine, made the prospect
all the more pleasing to think of.

Actually, he was not even really interested in his revenge anymore, Max
decided with a feeling of irony, as he turned from the liquor cabinet
and walked back briskly toward the opulent leather couch. Seducing
young Cummings' pretty wife had been merely an intriguing idea at first
but now he was much more excited by the nearness and fragrant scent of
the naive, full-breasted girl seated on the couch before him. He had
fucked a lot of women in his life but seldom did a man find an
opportunity to get his hands on anything as sweet and fuckable as the
thrilling, tawny-haired young housewife who was now smiling up at him
gratefully as he handed her the brimming glass of aphrodisiac he had
poured and she unsuspectingly accepted. The beautiful Mrs. Cummings
might even try to play hard-to-get, at least at first, and that would
make it all the more fun, watching her being slowly subjugated despite
all the moral values and idiotic principles that she had obviously
built up into a kind of fortress during the relatively short span of
her life. Seeing them all crumble in one cataclysmic fall, when he
rammed his stiff cock deep between her soon-to-be wide-spread legs,
would be a pleasure that was well worth working for and one that should
not be bought too easily. It might cost him a pretty penny to purchase
a rare aphrodisiac like this, and to maintain an office as impressive
as this one, but that was a cheap price to pay for the ultimate thrill
of that one final irreparable lunge of his penis into a tight,
obviously little-used pussy like hers.

Max pictured the almost angelic-faced blonde lying flat on her back
with her long, splendid legs pried wide apart and just the thought of
the helpless mewling grunts of pleasure he would force from her soft,
pink lips goaded his limp prick into aching hardness inside his
trousers, so that he was obliged to sit down hurriedly beside her
before the throbbing bulge betrayed his true intentions.

"Oh, I really do like this drink," Kathy beamed with a smile of
surprise after she had lifted her glass and taken a small experimental
sip. It tasted like liquid licorice and went down very smoothly, like
velvet. She lifted her glass again and took a longer sip, relishing the
satiny sweetness.

"Now isn't that better, my dear? Drink up," Max chuckled, smirking to
himself as he raised his own glass and drained it with one great gulp.
He watched the innocent wife finish off the contents of her glass and
had to resist the temptation to pour them each a second portion. But he
knew he had to be careful. After all, the little lady would be going
home to her husband that evening and Max found himself wondering
sardonically if the forgetful punk would even know what to do if his
choice little wife suddenly began to behave like a sex-crazed slut. It
would be interesting to observe some other time, he thought, but for
now he would have to watch his step until he had her completely under
his influence, which, if he had his way, would not take very long to
accomplish.

"So then, tell me about your problems, Kathy," the older man said in a
fake but convincingly paternal tone of voice as he settled his husky
frame back into the softness of the black leather sofa, his hip a scant
few inches from her sleekly formed thigh. With studied nonchalance, he
slipped one arm up on the cushions behind her shoulders, leaning closer
toward her as he added jovially, "I can't imagine any problem with
Henry that you couldn't handle with just a flutter of those eyelashes
of yours."

"Oh, Max, this is serious," she protested almost gaily, giggling in
spite of herself. Strangely, she was already beginning to feel the
effects of the drink he had given her, a warm, euphoric lightheadedness
and slight tingling sensation all over her soft ivory flesh, and
suddenly she was no longer as afraid of this wealthy imposing man who
was now sitting so close to her.

Having made up her mind to be absolutely frank with Max, she looked
down at her hands clasped in her lap and slowly announced, "Henry
doesn't take me seriously at all, Mr. Alexander ... I mean, Max. No
matter what I do, to him I'm either stupid or just plain wrong, and to
tell you the truth, I'm getting awfully tired of it. I want to show him
that I have a good mind and am perfectly capable of using it!"

"Of course, my dear, of course you can," Max soothed as he reached over
and patted her arm to confirm his words. "And I'm sure that together,
you and I will be able to figure out a way to show him that you're not
someone who deserves to be sold short. As a matter of fact, if you
weren't married to Henry, you'd probably have a career of your own and,
if you don't mind my saying so, there would be quite a few men after
your beautiful young body."

Kathy shivered slightly from the abrupt change of tone in his voice and
at the unexpected boldness of his somehow clammy touch. Before, he had
been gracious and rather fatherly, protective in his understanding of
her marital troubles with Henry, but now, suddenly, he had changed in a
matter of minutes. And she also detected a certain brazen confidence in
his manner that frightened her and for some reasons made her feel even
more apprehensive than she had felt when she had first walked into his
office.

She picked up her glass again, hoping to find more of the comforting
warmth that the liqueur had given her, but she found that her glass was
empty.

"I think that one of those is enough for you," the middle-aged company
president advised her with a deep laugh as he caught her staring down
unhappily into her glass. As the exquisitely-shaped young blonde looked
up at him in confused dismay, he grinningly added, "Well, we wouldn't
want you to go home drunk, would we? Your husband might think that you
were out doing something naughty this afternoon, instead of staying
home to be the good little housekeeper he thinks you are."

"Yes, while he's interviewing all those beautiful models all day in his
office," Kathy said bitterly, unknowingly echoing Max's own thoughts of
earlier that afternoon. Sitting up straight then on the plush couch,
she suddenly shook out her long, glistening red-gold tresses in a
gesture of angry defiance. "Maybe I should do something naughty for a
change, to show him that he can't always take me so much for granted.
I'm not just a piece of furniture in his house, you know!"

"I'll say this, dear--if you were, I'd like to buy out the store where
he bought you," Max smiled, nodding his head up and down. "In any case,
believe me, you're much more beautiful than all of those other gorgeous
girls who keep floating in and out of his office all the time."

Clucking softly, he reached over and draped his arm around her wispy
waist, tightening his hold as he pulled her close back against his
broad muscular shoulder. She little realized what she was doing as she
allowed herself to fall limply back against him, all the fight taken
out of her by Max's last words about her husband's constant contact
with the lovely models. She had never dared to ask Henry who actually
found and hired all those girls in the magazine but now a terrible
suspicion began to form in her mind about why their own sex life was
suffering so much. Good God, if a man had dozens of beautiful sexy
women in his office every day, why would he bother to care about his
devoted wife who was always waiting at home for him? Why would he take
the time to discuss strange and unusual sex acts, though, when he could
undoubtedly find all the variation he wanted right in the privacy of
his own office? Surely they would gladly do all he asked, and more,
even worse perverted acts than his own dumb little wife could think of,
the blonde reasoned in a sudden fury of jealousy. Maybe, just maybe it
was because Henry was even more of a stranger to her than she had
imagined lately; maybe he got some sort of evil thrill out of having a
faithful wife as someone he could always count on and a stable of
pretty girls at the same time.

The hurtful humiliation that had plagued her ever since their argument
the night before, was suddenly magnified a thousand-fold and a slow,
biting anger seethed inside her, burning away the tears that had begun
to form from the shock of the notion that had just occurred to her.

But her thoughts were brought to a swift halt as Max slipped his hand
slowly up along her side and cupped her delicate rib-cage warmly in his
palm, under her breast. He could see the change in her expression as
the suggestive hint of the proposal of her also doing something naughty
he had planted in her slowly blurring brain took better hold and he
waited, knowing that at any moment the absinthe would begin its gradual
conscience-killing effect on her unguarded nervous system. He knew it
would not be long now before this bewitching little creature was his,
in his own personal trophy bag. She was not quite ready yet, but in a
few minutes at the most, the aphrodisiac and a little friendly
persuasion on his part would quell any resistance that she had left to
frustrate his plans for her.

Kathy's wakening body stiffened momentarily as she felt the older man's
hand daringly caressing her full right breast, stroking and squeezing
the gently palpitating white flesh until a delicious fluttery feeling
began to take command of her nerves. She flushed with guilt as she felt
a shameful fleeting desire to press the satin-smooth quivering mound
more solidly into her husband's boss' excitedly sweating palm.
Something strange was happening to her mind and body, something that
she was absolutely powerless to understand, and she squirmed her
smoothly rounded young buttocks nervously against the corded edge of
the couch cushion, trembling with disbelief as she felt the shocking
electrical contact against the soft hair-lined lips of her moistening
pussy under her navy-blue dress and silken panties. God, it was
horrible to admit, but it felt better than anything she had ever felt
in her life and, powerless to restrain herself, she ground her hips
down furtively with greater force against the cushion edge as her
breath began to quicken more and more. Could she be drunk from that one
innocent drink that Max had given her, Kathy wondered with breathless
perplexity as she felt the nipples of her breasts grow twitchingly hard
in unwanted physical arousal? She had only been joking when she had
said that she should do something "naughty" and now it was all she
could do not to throw herself wantonly on Maxwell Alexander and press
her blazingly hot body against his.

She shuddered and chilled from the sexual acceleration that thinking
something forbidden gives, even while still struggling to resist the
sensations of raw forbidden lust that were now pulsing maddeningly
through her surging veins.

"This couch is almost like a bed, isn't it?" Max's low voice insinuated
into her thoughts. "Are you comfortable, my dear? How do you feel now?"

"Fu--funny ... I--I don't know ..." she answered in a strange other-
worldly voice, her girlish heart pounding savagely in her rapidly
moving chest. She was aware of nothing but Max's brazen fingertips
rubbing lightly over her painfully erect nipples under her dress,
stopping occasionally to pinch each one to an even more stinging
hardness and causing a series of ripples of fantastic sensations to
dance freely through her alerted nerves each time he did it. Her breath
was steadily quickening, coming in tight gasps as the burning sensation
in her trim little belly grew with maddening intensity. She knew that
she was in trouble now, trouble of her own doing, but she also knew
that she should not allow Henry's boss to squeeze and knead her breasts
this way. Still, though, she did not really want to estrange this warm,
suddenly exciting man who had, until a short time ago, been so gentle
and compassionate with her.

"Please, Mr. Alexander, I m--mean, M--Max," she objected weakly as she
tried desperately to ... I came to talk to you about ... about a job. I
have to ... to prove--"

"You don't have to prove anything to me, baby," Max growled suddenly in
obscene delight as he saw the helpless confusion that was registering
on Kathy's vibrant young face. "If that punk husband of yours isn't man
enough for you, there's someone here who is!"

Max jerked her head abruptly toward him with his heavy hand and pressed
his muggy lips wetly to her, grinding his mouth tightly against her
mouth. The terrified young wife groaned and struggled uselessly for a
sudden panicky moment, feeling his hand pressing then even more
demandingly into the pillowy softness of her ivory breast.

"Relax, baby," he whispered into the fragrant warmth of her full-
fleshed young lips. "Just let yourself go ... and you won't be sorry."

Uncertain of what she should do, Kathy let herself go almost completely
limp as he had commanded, surprised at the softness of his lips
pressing onto her moist mouth. The thought crossed her befuddled mind
that this was the first time another man had kissed her since she had
been married. She had practically forgotten what it was like and had to
admit to herself that he did know what he was doing, that he actually
seemed fairly accomplished as a lover. In spite of what she considered
was valiant effort on her part to resist any emotional response
whatsoever, she could feel tiny, butterfly-like ripples of pleasure
flitting suddenly through her nervously quivering stomach. Without
conscious will, she allowed her arms to entwine tightly behind his
head, but then, as she felt the short bristly hairs that grew from the
nape of his thick, muscular neck, so different from the soft, curling
tendrils, almost silk-like, that always hung over Henry's shirt collar,
Kathy drew back reflexively in startled horror. What was she doing with
this strange man, her own husband's boss? What on earth was wrong with
her?

"No, Max, no, we can't ... can't do this," she cried out in real fright
as she tried to twist away from his insistent, presumptuous embrace.

"Why not, baby?" Max whispered, breathing thickly, sliding one hand
down to the soft roundness of her enticing young buttocks and pulling
her loins forward rudely until her dress slithered far up her smooth
creamy thigh pressed tightly against the rough woolen fabric of his
trousers. "Your dear hubby is probably down there playing between one
of his models legs this very minute. What's the matter, are you afraid
to even the score a little?"

Kathy's desirable young body tensed as she felt Max begin to recklessly
massage the smoothly curved cheeks of her buttocks, squeezing them and
releasing them with a hypnotic rhythm that stirred her from head to
foot. He twisted toward her, forcing her loins hard against his own
anxious loins, and ground ruthlessly against her, his mouth still
locked wetly to hers. She gasped in astonishment and held her breath as
she felt the bulging hardness under his pants press demandingly into
the tender plane of her soft young belly. The sweet licorice liqueur
drifted laxity through her bloodstream, intensifying the unwanted,
uncontrollable sensations beginning to course through her aroused body.
The blonde's wide brown eyes clenched firmly shut as she fought the
vile seduction of her body with all of her strength, but the gentle
urgency of his fingers digging greedily into her flesh, and the
hardness of his excitedly rising penis pressing into her stomach
through her dress, brought further soft moans of helpless submission
tumbling from her open lips. Her very wantonness and Max's slyly
insinuated hint that her own husband might be committing adultery with
some beautiful model at this very minute in this very building were
slowly taking their full toll on the innocent girl's tortured mind.

"Christ, but you're stacked, baby. I'm going to really enjoy this
little fuck."

"Oh, don't please don't talk like that," Kathy whimpered like a child
as she felt the lewd but delicious sensations still tingling across the
alert surface of her skin at the sound of the indecent word. "No one h-
-has ever said anything like that to me! N--not even Henry!"

"Always a first time for everything, love," Max chuckled lewdly,
dropping his hand down further between their tightly-clamped bodies to
stroke the lithe suppleness of her lower belly with a teasing
lightness.

"Oh God, don't touch me there! You can't," she moaned, her awakened
body slack and defenseless from the strange erotic sensations that
seemed to be taking complete control of her innocent young being. She
jerked slightly as she felt Max's fingers hooking and sliding the
material of her prim little dress up the front of her thighs. She
sobbed in dazed bewilderment and tried again to pull away, calling upon
all her willpower to fight the blazing tongues of lust that were slowly
overwhelming her, the heated flames of forbidden desire licking
downward from the pit of her stomach to tease hotly in the moistly
rising wetness between her thighs.

"Sweetie, I'm going to fuck you and you're going to love it. It'll
teach that goddamned smart-ass young husband of yours to get his mind
off his models long enough to remember to put my picture in my own
magazine," Max grinned, gloating. "And whenever you get bored with what
you're getting at home, you'll always know, by God, where you can come
to get some real cock."

Kathy gasped and shivered with apprehension as she felt the hem of her
dress being moved up to the tops of her golden-tanned legs and his
searching fingers come directly into contact with the tender sensitive
flesh of her satiny inner thighs. Her thoughts whirled incoherently as
she heard her own hot breathing in the office, the silence growing
otherwise to be a noticeable thing as the minutes went by. The sound of
a slight cotton-like rustle of fabric whispered with her breathing as
the hem of her skirt rubbed against the black, unyielding surface of
the couch. God, it was driving her crazy!!!

She edged her pubic mound slowly up closer to the illicit pleasure of
his hand, her hardened little clitoris beating invitingly against the
wetness of her panty crotchband. Then, unexpectedly, one fingertip
found the narrow sensitive slit of her vagina between her slightly
spread thighs and pressed the protective nylon material wetly into it,
parting the fleecy, surrounding hair and making sudden exciting contact
with the tiny throbbing head of her inflamed clitoris. It was wet and
slippery from the involuntary pangs of pure desire that filled her
entire being and she sucked in her breath noisily to hold back the
shameful groan of pleasure that was building deep in her chest. She did
not dare to make a sound, for Max would know how weak she really was--
that physically she was every bit as lustful as he was. She could do
nothing but lie back against the back of the couch, helplessly
vulnerable, as he roamed his hands deliberately over her hotly-
responding body, taking obscene liberties with her as he wished. There
was no way she knew to ward him off as in her horror she realized that
her aroused body was reacting on its own to his bold caressing of her
passion-seared buttocks and vagina. Her panties were now totally
drenched up between her legs and her luscious white buttocks were
squirming without shame to the teasing manipulations of his hand
rummaging in her loins.

"Please, M--Max you mustn't do this to me," she wailed admonishingly,
half-heartedly attempting to invest her tone with an authoritative note
of accusation. But her own voice betrayed her, seeming to come from
faraway, a frail, shaky sound that was not at all what she had
intended. Her brain was sinking in a swamp of vagueness and lassitude,
and only the feverish, burning palpitations in her full breasts and
white loins mattered now. She knew she was being taken advantage of,
cruelly, but still nothing mattered at that moment but the thriving
sexual stirrings that were steadily taking over her young mind and
body.

"All right, baby, if that's the way you want it," Max's sneering voice
sliced suddenly into her doped consciousness, "then maybe we ought to
forget the whole thing."

Max rose abruptly from her side, his nostrils flaring with faked anger.
He knew the aphrodisiac had taken its toll and that he was in no real
danger of losing her if he had his fun and tormented her a while
longer.

Kathy was alone in that instant, lying sprawled on the black leather
sofa that belonged to a stranger, her own husband's employer, her arms
dangling down uselessly at her sides as she stared, bewildered, up at
Max Alexander standing above her, grinning down at her with leering,
merciless impertinence. She could not wholly understand the full
lascivious meaning implied by his evil expression and could concentrate
only on the fire now blazing out of control up between her legs, making
her almost-virginal breasts swell and tighten more, the lean white
surface of her stomach contracting automatically in a slow tortuous
writhing motion. Her breathing was labored, rising and falling with the
effort of her excitement.

"Go on home then, you silly little bitch," he taunted, backing away
from her voluptuously quivering body with a scornful laugh. "Go on home
to that cheating husband of yours and your brooms and mops, and forget
about the job you want ... the one in public relations I had in mind
for you. Hell, that kind of job takes a real woman, not a sniveling
young homebody!"

Kathy gaped up at him in wonderment, her lust-fogged mind unable to
comprehend the total meaning of what she was hearing. Before, her
feelings had been an odd mixture of relief and disappointment when her
husband's boss had suddenly decided to deprive her of his thrill-
provoking caresses, but now she was becoming uncertain and wrenched by
misgiving. A job such as the one he had mentioned was something she had
dreamed of, a sort of passport to a land of interesting people and
adventurous parties, a land that might make even Henry respect her as a
real person. God, it would be so easy, she thought yearningly; so easy
just to forget and let go, to spread her legs wide and do what Henry's
boss wanted her to do. The way she felt right now, with tide after tide
of mind-reeling desire rising ever higher in her, dizzying and
confusing her until she could barely think, it might be a kind of
relief to succumb to him to satisfy this weird blazing inferno inside
her youthful limbs. Yes, she wanted to have this middle-aged, imposing
man standing over her; she wanted him almost more than she had ever
wanted anything in her life; but even in the tempting stress of the
moment, she knew that she could not do anything that harsh and
basically unfair to her husband. No, she loved him too much to ever let
some fleeting affair jeopardize their life together.

What could she have been thinking of when she allowed her youthful body
to respond so passionately to Max's lewd suggestions, she wondered as
she straightened her still-trembling form up determinedly on the couch.
She pulled down her dress to cover the white lacy panties that were
exposed to Max's view.

"Don't think your brainy husband's position in the company is all that
secure, either," the executive grumbled brutishly as he watched his
delectable prey struggling with her conscience. "Possibly, you would've
saved him his job ... something any real wife should be happy to do."
He shrugged with feigned indifference, his voice fading as he turned
away from her expression of fearful attention. She stared at him in
meek subservience, still unable to speak or show that she understood
what he was saying. It was as though she had fallen into the grip of
some kind of waking nightmare and, finally, she smiled hopefully,
wishing that her tormentor would relent and admit that the whole thing
was merely a joke. But the stony glare on his face convinced her that
no reprieve was in store.

Oh God, would Henry ever understand, ever trust her again if he somehow
found out about this, this silly attempt to prove herself as a woman?
No, she decided, he would never be able to forgive her for this idiotic
mistake, not after last night's argument. At this point, Kathy could
not even bring herself to object when Max sat down beside her again and
began with insulting calmness to unzip the side of her dress. What was
even more humiliating, she knew that she really wanted him to--that she
wanted to be naked and have her lust-crazed body kissed and caressed
until the unwanted fires in her blood were mercifully quenched.

She gazed down miserably at the thickly-carpeted floor, the chasm of
torment between her shame and drug-induced desire making her eyes fill
with tears of embarrassed frustration. All her young life she had been
in control, at movies and even in the back seats of cars when boys had
tried to take advantage of her--to use her lush body--but now she was
defenseless against this sadistically-smiling man ... and worse yet,
against herself also.



Chapter 4


"So you want a job, eh?" Maxwell Alexander hissed down into Kathy's
beautifully pathetic face?" With one single hard downward jerk he
ripped the zipper of her dress all the way down to the split of
cleavage at the top of her ass-cheeks. She could feel the cool rush of
air against her naked skin as he stripped it rudely up and over her
urgently-clamoring buttocks. Next came the fastenings of her brassiere
and she heard him utter an appreciative sigh of obscene approval as he
jerked it away and her ripely huge young breasts burst into view.

Now that it was really happening, she could not quite grasp the whole
meaning of the older man's crudeness ... his threats ... his cruelty.

Suddenly, Max dropped to his knees in front of her as she teetered
above him, hooking his fingers in the elastic band at the top of her
panties as he pulled them with teasing slowness down over the softness
of her full, round buttocks until they bunched in a skimpy, silky ring
down around her ankles. Completely naked now, Kathy rose and stood
before the big man in all her prick-stiffening beauty, like a Venus,
gazing down at him on his knees in front of her. She saw a wickedly
satisfied smile on his face and felt herself sway dangerously, almost
losing her balance when she felt him breathe hotly against her butter-
smooth tummy and then press his moist lips wetly against the white,
bare flesh just above her pubic vee.

God, what bliss! ... The wet touch of his tongue sent a responsive
shiver through her and she reached down with both hands to hold on as
well as she could to his head to keep from falling. Mistaking this as a
sign of submission, Max dropped his lips lower to the soft blonde pubic
hair surrounding her vaginal slit and kissed the slight moistness
gleaming on the excitedly pulsating lips. She jumped with alarm from
the sudden shocking contact and lost what balance she had, staggering
backwards toward the couch. The edge of the cushion caught her just
below both knees and she fell, sprawling almost flat on her back on the
soft black leather, her legs opening wide as she landed. He leaped
forward and caught her in that position as she tried feebly to kick and
close her legs. The panting bulky man crawled up on the couch, running
his hot tongue over his lips to savor the sweet young pungency of her
female aroma left there, kissing her nakedly stripped flesh like a
conquering warrior.

He crouched between her legs on his knees and elbows as he leered
lewdly down at her, his white, even teeth showing through his lewdly
grimacing lips as he grinned down at the delicious feast of her
youthful squirming nakedness. Holding her legs with his hands, he
pressed his knees out against her ankles and leaned down further to the
place his sweat dampened palms against the delicate tender whiteness of
the insides of her thighs. She wanted to put up a struggle, some sort
of real resistance against this indignity, but she seemed to be totally
unable to push him away and so just lay there with her eyes open wide
in abject terror. She could not fathom her behavior or why she could
even bear to have this foul beast in the same room with her, let alone
touching her secret place with his mouth as he had a moment ago.

She could see him haunched down on all fours between her wide-spread
thighs, grinning up at her between her lush upstanding breasts as
though he were a beast of prey ready to pounce on its helpless, fear-
stricken victim and devour it in a savage sexually driven feast. Saliva
dripped from his open mouth and fell on her narrow, slightly wet,
vaginal split, mingling with her own juices there. She could sense it
trailing down between the smooth soft cheeks of her buttocks in a
teasing little tickling sensation.

"You're going to love this, baby," he hissed. She could feel his
sweating palms press outward against her creamy white inner thighs,
holding them wide apart. Her fearfully cringing vagina was totally
naked to him, open to do as he willed, and she watched with a small
gasp as his head lowered slowly, slowly, and then his breath was
coursing hotly over her genitals again.

"Oooooh, pleeeeease!" the beautiful young blonde jerked as his lips
closed moistly over the soft furry mound at the base of her belly. His
face disappeared from her view into the soft pubic region as he planted
maddenly tortuous kisses on the still defensively closed little
opening, his tongue flicking out like a tiny snake into the sparse
blonde pubic hairs on the quivering cuntal flanges, tickling and
nipping at them with his teeth. The unexpected wet searing contact with
the sensitive, throbbing opening of her inflamed vagina brought a
gasping moan from deep in Kathy's throat. She had never let anyone do
this to her and, though it sent strange sensations of pleasure rippling
out of control through her body, she was certain that she should make
some attempt to stop this terrible, perverted act. She clenched her
brown eyes tightly shut and tried desperately to screw her buttocks
away from the hot flicking tongue jabbing without mercy into her
defenseless pussy, but his only response was a lewd snicker and another
spearing thrust into the hot, tingling hole.

In spite of her revulsion at the horrible thing he was doing to her,
Kathy felt her ripe young body beginning to respond with deep-rooted
waves of passion that rippled in her heaving belly, down to the
throbbing flesh between her thighs. Even, in her drug-dimmed mind, she
could barely believe what she was doing and yet her buttocks jerked
madly as the darting tongue sent helpless spasms of delicious sensation
coursing through her raw nerves. The realization that she was actually
enjoying the obscene caresses of a virtual stranger, behind her
husband's back, came flooding back into her consciousness and she
fought with all her will against the tiny licking sparks that
threatened to burst into uncontrollable flame and devour her in her
helplessness, but it was a futile effort while Max Alexander sucked
relentlessly at her naked wet loins below.

She felt his hands move sensuously up over her stomach to her full,
involuntarily throbbing breasts. He pinched the pink little buds of her
nipples to painful erection, sending shivers of unwanted pleasure all
through her nerves, betraying her mind and conscience like invisible
Judas-like pin pricks of wonderful sensuality. It was the result of her
fear, Kathy thought, grasping desperately for an explanation of the
desire rising in her; it was the emotional shock of being blackmailed
and earlier imagining her own husband making love to the ravishing
models in his office ... in this very building ... Had he really
cheated on her that way? How could she ever ask him now? Kathy wondered
despairingly as she envisioned her marriage crumbling to ashes as a
result of this terrible afternoon.

The terrified naked girl was hardly even aware of her present
surroundings and could not clearly remember all that had happened since
she had first entered her husband's employer's office. Nothing
registered but the obscene currents of passionate fever racing in her
blood along with the potent French aphrodisiac that she had innocently
drunk such a short time ago.

Her own hands moved down over his hands on her full breasts, pressing
them harder against the soft white mounds and then pushing them aside
impatiently so that she could cup them firmly in her palms. Then,
growing bolder as the itch of lust increased in every atom of her young
body, she released her breasts and slid her hands down over her smooth,
flat tummy, her fingers finally coming to a halt on either side of his
hotly nibbling mouth.

Her fingertips stroked tenderly for a moment at the flexing hollows of
her inner thighs and then moved in to slowly spread apart the fleshy
pulsing lips of her moistly throbbing cuntal furrow, allowing his eager
probing tongue complete access to the thin, vertical little mouth of
her pussy. Her elbows pressed tightly against her ribs and her head
lolled uncontrollably from side to side on the black rolled leather of
the couch arm as her husband's boss, Max's hot searing tongue shot out,
its soft flicking tip circling the erectness of the tremulously
quivering clitoris.

"Ooooohhhh," she moaned, her silken blonde hair shimmering in the
bright illumination of the golden sunlight through the penthouse office
window. He sucked with his lips, drawing the soft warm folds of her
vaginal opening deep into the hot cavern of his mouth, his tongue
continuing its maddening licking against the straining pink nodule of
her sex. She groaned huskily from deep in her throat as the hot busy
tip worked its way up and down the length of the narrow wet crevice,
starting at the top and pressuring its way down, down over the elastic
portal of flesh surrounding her vagina and lower into the valley of her
now rhythmically flexing buttocks where it paused momentarily to pay a
wet probing homage to the tight brown ring of sensitive rubbery skin
circling her throbbing little asshole.

"Yesssss, oooooh yeeeeesssss," Kathy gasped now shamelessly encouraging
him as her whitely curved hips ground down hard into the leather
cushion, her whole lower body writhing out of control as whining little
animal sounds of rising desire escaped pitifully from between her
tightly clenched teeth. Max labored like a madman between his young
editor's wife's widely gaping thighs, feeling the soft wet pubic hair
brushing tantalizingly against the cheeks of his face. He felt a sense
of tremendous power he had never imagined possible, not even in his
wildest fantasies. He actually had this almost virginal young beauty
squirming under his merciless tongue, loving it, begging for it,
groaning louder each time he drove the tip of his oral member deeper
into the steaming hot crevice of her vagina ... Shit, this was even
better than he had expected and now he wanted to hear her beg for more,
to plead for more of the debasement that would undermine her very soul
and enslave her completely. Not even the powerful aphrodisiac had fired
up the other girls he had seduced to this pitch of excitement, he
thought, relishing the fact that the lovely blonde wife had no way of
knowing that this was only the beginning for her. The brawny slavering
millionaire realized that she was too far gone to resist anything he
might plan for her and in his mind he began to luxuriate in the
expectations of all the "Parties" and "gang fucks" he would arrange for
his business associates, once this lovely little piece began work in
"public relations."

Max chortled obscenely as he felt Kathy Cummings' slender fingers
clawing at his thick, grey-flecked hair, trying to grasp his head in a
desperately driven effort to guide his male face to the palpitating
opening of her naked cunt. He ran his tongue out farther into the soft-
rimmed flesh, flicking and swirling it for a moment in the moistness,
and then quickly withdrawing it to tease again around the ragged,
pinkly throbbing pussy lips. She responded by screwing her loins
higher, searching, and her hands locked her upthrust groin. He allowed
her to force him this time and locked his mouth vice-like over the
tight little hole between her now hungrily squirming buttocks.

As his mouth rounded out in a large "O" shape and his lips covered the
clasping viscous opening, Max thrust his tongue further in, bringing a
low guttural moan from the beautiful girl whose soft warm thighs closed
convulsively around both sides of his bobbing head. He could feel the
wet young cuntal flesh slip moistly around his long extended tongue as
the walls of the young woman's lewdly violated vagina opened and closed
spasmodically in a tiny, thirsty sucking motion, trying to pull the
maddening scarlet lance deeper and deeper into it. It felt as though
the hungry nibbling pussy would pull out his tongue by the roots and
devour it alive. Her hands were grasped tightly behind his head to pull
him harder against the tiny hard clitoris above, his nose eagerly
breathing in the pungent odor of her freely flowing lust juices. The
musky aroma of her female arousal incited his cock to a hardness that
he could hardly control ... Jesus Christ, he was nearing the brink of
insanity himself and was afraid that his balls would suddenly erupt to
splatter his impatient cum all over his expensive, tailor-made
trousers!

Kathy's entire being was adrift in the fiery tide of the moment. Every
single muscle in her girlish body was tensed to the snapping point as
she strained her naked vaginal plane upward toward the thrilling wet
probe between her trembling thighs. Oh God, it was more ecstatically
exciting than anything she had ever felt or believed could be! She had
never realized that sex could be like this and her updrawn legs
squeezed open and shut around the tormenting head fastened hard on her
flame-seared hole, milking all she could of the pleasure it gave her.

"Aaaaahhhhh," she groaned, the cords of her slender neck flexing as she
writhed. The blonde splayed her legs even wider to grant him full
access to her delicious young loins as she frantically darted both of
her hands to his ears, tugging forward on them until he thought she
would virtually rip them off.

Confident now of the complete surrender of her enraptured body, Max
suddenly forced his head from the clutching grip of her hands and stood
up beside the couch. Kathy blinked dizzily at him, totally and
agonizingly aware that she had lost his pleasure-giving mouth.
Unconsciously, she squirmed her now desperately wanting loins up in an
arch in the air as if someone would magically appear to drench the raw,
animal fires that were raging out of control within her hungry loins.

Suddenly she realized that her husband's boss was stripping off his
clothes, dropping them piece by piece onto the carpet at his feet. Less
than a minute later, he was standing over her, completely naked, his
thick pulsing penis jutting out like a gleaming white tree trunk from
between his hairy legs. She stared openly at the heavily-veined shaft
of flesh rising with the ominous aspect of a totem pole from beneath
Max's slightly paunchy belly. Her senses were now so riled that she
could barely focus her eyes. The throbbing organ seemed to be at least
twice as large as her husband's, its broad head huge and spreading out
even more as she watched. She cringed inwardly, thinking that no woman
could possibly take something that monstrous and hard up inside her
body ... She would be split asunder, torn, forever ruined and of no use
to any man again, whether husband or lover.

"What do you think of this, baby? Have you ever seen a cock as big as
this before?" he asked crudely, his lips curled back in a wicked sneer
as he took the massive penis in both hands and waved it obscenely at
her fearfully bulging eyes. Kathy lay frozen under the appalling
crudity of his obscene words--and yet their very lewdness excited her
more and more, so that she was at a loss to understand her own
reactions to what was happening. She could feel the increasing moisture
seeping out her pussy walls and crossed her legs to press them closer
together, trying to ease the burning sensation that was churning madly
in the pit of her slim belly. Max's fervent licking and sucking of her
inexperienced young vagina had turned her entire body into a tense
bundle of raw nerve-ends that she was powerless to control. She
continued to stare at the impassioned company president's hard cock as
it grew even larger, soaking up more blood and standing out further and
further, a granite-hard pole of flesh that was an inflamed pink right
up to the collar of skin under the head. The head itself was purplish,
larger in diameter than the base, like a knuckleless fist at the end of
an upraised arm. He was enjoying the insulting effect it was having on
her as he pointed the semen-oozing tip directly at her face.

"Answer me," he barked. "How do you like my nice big prick? Wouldn't
you love to have it shoved up between those pretty legs of yours?"

"I--I don't know ... It ... it's so big," Kathy stammered, hating
herself for not obeying her instinct to rise and flee from the office,
from him and the certainty of what was soon to happen. But the potent
aphrodisiac he had given her, plus everything else that had happened so
far that afternoon to break down her defenses, rendered her incapable
of moving or wanting anything at all but what was in store for her if
she remained there on the couch. Then, as though he had heard her
thoughts, he stepped proudly up to the side of the sofa and sat down
beside her, reaching over with both hands to seize her lush breasts and
squeeze them together like huge straining grapefruits. She could feel
small pin-pricks of a wildly rising sexual excitement racing through
the tips of them as he rolled the light-brown ever hardening nipples
between his thumbs and forefingers. She tried to turn away,
reflexively, not wanting to succumb, to make a last futile stand
against the impending surrender of her wifely honor, but the pressure
of his strong male grip was altogether too much for her in her present
state of mind. Nothing mattered but her feelings and she had forgotten
about being a proper young housewife, about her husband, Henry, about
everything except the sheer joy of having this middle-aged man's
nakedly lusting body sweating hotly against her tingling female flesh.

His hands dropped from her bulging white breasts to fondle the curved
young nudity of her hips and trace the lovely full convexities of her
sides. She felt the gouging hardness of his huge cock against her thigh
as he leaned over her, his hands busy with their manipulations of her
lower belly and his hot mouth now clamped over one breast, sucking and
pulling at it, frequently pausing to nip and nibble with his teeth at
the erect bud-like nipple.

"Now do you want it? Now do you want some stiff prick shoved in you?"
he asked harshly, his voice sharp and rasping, glorying in making the
innocent young wife of one of his employees listen to their crudeness.

"Oh ... I ... I'm afraid," the beautiful young woman responded
innocently, unaware that her very helplessness served only to excite
him more. He knew that she was raging inside, that her body was
exploding with desire from his touch and the aphrodisiac she had
trustingly swallowed. Despite her real fear, she could not tear her hot
gaze from the indecent sight of his enormous cock. As she watched, it
jerked slightly higher, causing her to shiver and blush reflexively as
she despised herself for the surges of base desire that made her ache
to have him sunk deep up inside her eagerly waiting belly. In a remote
corner of her mind, she kept repeating over and over to herself that
she only wanted this burly man, a man who was probably old enough to be
her father, because she had no choice but to appease him for fear of
Henry losing his job. But even she knew in the foremost part of her
consciousness that it was only an excuse to herself and that sheer
sexual craving was the real force behind everything she was
experiencing. Erotic tremors ran up her back at the sight of Max's
fully erect prick standing out from his virile loins like a massive
cobra whose head fanned out menacingly at the end of its pulsing
length. God, it was huge she marveled, unable to take her eyes from the
tremendous fleshy length.

"Yes ... I want it," she finally murmured, training her smoky, desire-
clouded eyes for a moment on his face as he feasted on her breasts, now
flushed and swollen from the mauling of his mouth. The candor of her
confession seemed to delight him and he wasted no time as he lifted
himself from her, grasping her shoulders to move her into a better
position, length-wise, on the soft leather cushions. Using her huge,
firmly white breasts for leverage, he pulled himself on top of her, his
heavier weight along the length of her body squashing her down into the
sofa. He came to rest directly between her helplessly pulsating legs,
forcing them wider apart with his own thick hairy thighs as he pulled
her tightly against him and dropped one hand down between them to take
the long hard throbbing cock in his fingers and guide it forward, using
the thick rubbery tip to part the wet fleshy lips of her now voracious
demanding pussy. She flung her head to one side on the cushions,
closing her eyes and groaning in mingled excitement and despair as she
felt its first hot startling contact against the ragged pink edges of
her moistly glistening cunt. She held her breath for what seemed an
eternity, lying there in utter wantonness beneath him, not even daring
to breathe or move.

"Oooooh, God, hurry!" she finally moaned, no longer caring what he
thought of her for allowing this indecent attack on her young,
desirable body.

But then he pushed forward, splitting her cunt lips wider, and she felt
the first wave of pain from the cruel pressure of his inhumanely huge
cock on the tender outer walls of her pussy.

"Oh, nooooo, waaaaiiiit--it's too big!" she cried as the thick tip
slipped further in, stretching wide the tiny, hair-fringed entrance
until Kathy felt as if her abdomen were splitting wide-apart from the
relentless outward force of his merciless probing.

"Stop, please, for God's sake, you're hurting me, you're hurting me!"
She was almost screaming as she jerked open her eyes in agony and saw
that he had not even heard her and was lost in the perverted delight of
subjugating her helplessly-pinioned body. Suddenly his no longer
handsome but now lustfully staring face twisted into a contorted
expression of sheer animal desire as he looked down at the defenseless
girl lying spread-eagled beneath him, the head of his large virile
penis disappearing inch by inch into the soft, blondly curling hair of
her pussy. He fell forward then, his weight smashing her full rounded
breasts tightly back against her heaving lungs as he thrust his hips
forward and rammed into her soft hot belly, the long, thick prick
gliding into cunt like a driving telephone pole and pushing the
delicate moist flesh of her cuntal walls before it in helplessly
rippling waves. There was no stopping him and he rammed on, deeper and
deeper, until with a loud groan, his sperm inflated balls smacked
loudly against the wide held cheeks of her naked buttocks.

"Aaaaagggghhhh!" she screamed beneath him. She had never been so
utterly filled in her life and his bone-hard, heavily-veined cock felt
as though it had ripped her vaginal passage into a thousand tiny shreds
as he slammed into her without thought of mercy or injury to her tender
insides. And now it lay sunk deep in her belly, filling it to the point
of bursting. There was not a single tiny ridge of flesh on it that she
could not feel as it pressed tightly against the soft flesh of her
young pussy, encased in the moist hot sheath like a great spike planted
heartlessly in its victim's stomach.

"How's that, Mrs. Cummings?" he tormented, feeling her insides opening
to receive him deep in her womb. She was whimpering and pleading
desperately now as he thought of her snotty little husband and began to
fuck ruthlessly into her, gritting his teeth with lust and luxuriating
in his awareness that she was compulsively following him, beginning to
hump in wild, spasmodic jerks beneath him. She groaned as if in
anguish, shocking herself as she threw up her arms to wrap them tightly
around his neck, pulling his solid well-defined chest into the velvety
softness of her beautiful white breasts. He plunged his long cock in
and out, filling and emptying her, sinking his long slippery prick back
and forth between her vaginal lips and on up to her cervix until she
felt as though it would tear up into her intestines. Her mouth moved
against her will, opening and closing in response to each stroke of his
cock, her shining titian hair flowing out on the black leather and
fanning like silken threads, glinting subtle highlights of topaz and
gold and rust as her head rose and fell with her movements. There was
nothing that could stop her insane race for fulfillment and Max
Alexander fucked like a savage to end it for both of them.

"Oh, yes, oh yesssss," she breathed without thought of shame, her
entire being lost in the overpowering pleasure that had replaced the
initial pain of his impalement of her. He slipped his hands down her
sides and grasped the wildly pumping cheeks of her ass, jerking them up
off the cushions to gain better access to the moist wet hole of her
cunt. Then, pressing further forward, he slid his palms down to her
knees and forced her legs up off the couch, wide, and pushed them
brutally back over her shoulders until her toes pressed painfully into
the leather on either side of her head. Her tortured body was bent back
double, jack-knifed, the stress on her painfully strained muscles
almost causing her to beg for mercy. The whole of her wetly glistening
groin was opened to him as he increased the power of his thrusts,
driving in with long, hard lunges that seemed to receive their momentum
from the very tips of his toes, cramming the very last inch of his cock
into her with thundering lust, until fresh ecstatic moans fell from her
lips, resounding through the office like the cries of a wounded beast.
Her nostrils flared and her eyes rolled back, fixing hypnotically on
the ceiling above the rhythmically groaning sofa.

Max sweated above her, driving with longer smoother strokes into the
hotly steaming passage up between her drawn back thighs as her long
tapered nails clawed frantically at him, pulling him wildly into her.
Deliberately teasing her, he pulled his cock almost all the way out of
her hungrily clasping young vagina on the back stroke, then thrust
forward again into her uplifted buttocks until he could feel the hard
slap of his testicles against the unprotected crevice of her anus.
Juicy wet smacking sounds filled the office with each brutal fuck-
stroke he made into her, blending in tempo with the sounds of their
hoarse breathing and the rhythmic lurching squeaks of their naked,
sweat-soaked flesh on the black leather.

Max placed his hands on either side of her and lifted himself so that
he could watch the young woman's exquisitely beautiful face. It was
something he did not want to miss, the humiliating surrender of this
smooth, soft-bodied young wife who had bounced so innocently into his
private office just a short time ago. Well, she was being brought to
life this afternoon and he could think of nothing nicer than having her
hot little cunt at his disposal whenever he wanted her. He heard her
sharp gasps of pleasure as he fucked heavily into her, skewering her,
and she was loving it, fucking back shamelessly, urging him on with
every lunge.

"Oh, God, fill me, fill me! Give me more!" she begged, gasping as if
she were close to death.

"You love it, don't you? You love cock just like any other whore?" he
demanded, ramming harder into her for emphasis. "You're going to be my
little whore, aren't you?"

"Whore?" she faltered for a moment, not certain that she understood
what her husband's boss was saying to her. Then she realized that it
was true--she had allowed herself to lose control over all the things
she knew were right and was now no better than a slut from the street.
No, she would never be the same again.

"That's right, whore!" Max spat down at her, relishing the confused
mixture of pleasure and debasement he saw on her sweet face. "From now
on, you'll fuck when I want you to--if you don't want your husband to
know what kind of slut you really are!"

"Oooooh, yesss ... yesssss," she sobbed, out of her mind with the
humiliating truth of her confession. She would have to submit to this
horrible man's every desire, just to hide from her husband the terrible
truth of her own weakness. And yet, whore that she was, she didn't care
now. Nothing was real to her but the sweet hot pleasure that made her
wave her hungrily gyrating young buttocks in uncontrolled frenzy up and
down, from side to side, spiraling her starving cunt along the full
length of his huge cock to gain every atom of sensation she possibly
could.

Max Alexander grinned smugly as he stepped up the viciousness of his
strokes until his pelvis smacked like a wooden paddle against the
ragged pink flanges of her delicious little pussy, his huge, lust-
hardened cock fucking deep into the far hidden recesses of her heatedly
writhing belly. He felt the cords of her neck and thighs stand out and
tense as she squirmed under him, working toward her climax, aching now
with all her being to have the middle-aged man shoot his sperm into her
soft heaving stomach. Just then, though, he decided to complete his
conquest and introduce her to something totally unexpected. He slid his
fingers down over the tight skin of her firm white ass and found the
tiny elastic-rimmed anus cradled defenselessly below. It was soft and
warm and he could feel its tiny crinkled lips working in time with the
grinding of her buttocks as she pushed against his pounding loins. His
finger shoved into it with a quick hard movement and he felt the tender
rubbery flesh yielding before his attack.

"God, oooooh," she gasped in painful protest at the unexpected
intrusion, the plea tumbling from her lips in surprise. But he thrust
harder, taking pleasure in hearing her helpless little sounds of
subjugation.

"Oh, pleeeeease, nooooo," she wailed, trying to twist away from this
indecent outrage against her defenselessly cringing asshole.

He worked his finger around inside her, stretching the rubbery softness
wider and wider as he ground into it. He slipped another finger in then
and felt the tight resistance give way as it moved into the warm,
fragile depths. The deep guttural noises coming from her throat changed
slowly into whimpers of pain for a moment, then were replaced by
greater moans of pleasure as her slightly stretched anus gradually grew
accustomed to the strange unnatural penetration. A smile of victory
broke across his lust-contorted face as he felt her begin to slowly
screw her buttocks back on his hand, grinding her obscenely filled
rectum down voraciously now on the buried fingers as he probed them
methodically around in the warm rubbery depths. She was hopelessly
impaled between his throbbing hard cock in her cunt and his fingers
shoved cruelly up into her asshole. And now, whimpering and moaning
beneath him, she increased her twisting and bucking movements under
this double ravishment of her loins.

He slid his other hand slowly up from the smooth rounded cheeks of her
writhing ass to where his hardened cock was pistoning wetly in and out
of her pussy and teased cruelly the wet, hair-lined folds clasping
tightly around his rampaging thickness. He could feel their fleshy
softness pulling and giving with each long hard, jack-hammer thrust he
made into her.

Suddenly he quickened his thrusts, hot and pulsating and deep, as she
battered her body mercilessly beneath him. He knew that she was his
now, completely, utterly, and Max had no intention of showing the least
bit of mercy or human compassion. He wanted to hear her plead for his
hot cum, to beg to be filled with it, so that she would remember, long
after this day was over, what power he had wielded over body and mind.

"Tell me, whore, tell me what you want," Max growled as he deliberately
slowed his stroking movements and teasingly ran his massive length only
half-way into her, "Do you want me to fuck you and shoot my cum up into
your snooty little cunt?"

"Oh yes, pleeeeease!" the voluptuous blonde gasped, her pride
completely destroyed as she lay pinned and naked under his male weight.
The thought of begging a complete stranger to drive the huge cock into
her and empty his sperm-laden balls into her belly was unthinkable, but
she was beyond caring now and yearned only for her own climax, now so
close.

"I ... I can't," she said, hesitating to submit to this final last
degradation. This, she knew, would be the final surrender and there
would be no escaping him ever again.

It was the only thing she had left.

By cruel treachery, he had taken everything else, her pride in her
fidelity to her husband, her self-respect, everything was gone now. She
could not let him have the pleasure of hearing her beg as well. And
yet, she knew she would. Insane passion pulsed in her bloodstream like
a lust-lit neon sign, sending searing electrical signals through her
nerves and building her excitement to a crest that would surely drive
her insane if she did not find relief. At last, closing her eyes so
that she would not have to face the sadistic delight in his eyes, she
murmured:

"Oh, please, for God's sake, do it! Fuck me! Shoot your cum in my
cunt!"

Grunting with approval of her submission, the older, heavily sweating
man increased the tempo of his thrusts, grinding hard and deep into her
so that his rigidly pistoning cock bored far up into the hidden
recesses of her swaying young belly. Her naked breasts heaved and
quivered up against the pressure of his sweating chest, the tiny hard
nipples digging into him like the buttons of a coat. The fire of sheer
animal desire flared madly in his lunging groin and he too was now
aware of nothing else in the world but the exciting fact that this
beautiful young girl, the wife of his smart-assed magazine editor, was
going insane beneath him, bucking her satiny ass and kicking with her
heels against his broad shoulders as he fucked more and more savagely
into her. Of all the hot bitches he had fucked in this very office,
this one was among the best, if not the very best, and this time, he
planned to make sure that it would be a special occasion. This tender
little piece was going to be doing everything he wanted until the day
her punk husband got wise to what was going on, if he ever did.

"Oh, ooooohhhhh, Goooooddddd! I'm cumming ... I'm cummmmming nowwwww!"
Kathy suddenly squealed in a high-pitched voice as she locked her slim
ankles in a death grip high up behind his laboring, sweat slickened
torso. Her passion-imprisoned body heaved and she held on to him
desperately, not moving but quivering and jerking around him in a
pulsating rhythm that served to spew her orgasmic fluids out around his
still hard driving cock. It trickled hotly down the wide-split crevice
of her buttocks, soaking his heavily slapping balls and the two fingers
buried all the way to the hilt up in her tiny puckered rectum.

He felt her jerk up toward him, the lips of her hotly seething little
cunt working and sucking at his imbedded, marble-hard prick as though
trying to milk him dry. Her breath was coming in short, panting gasps
and he frantically withdrew to thrust deep in again, feeling his own
hot boiling sperm suddenly race up from his balls, jetting from the tip
of his heavily throbbing cock and far on up into her soft quivering
belly.

Kathy's lust-crazed brain whirled in mindless sensuality as the
burning, powerful squirts of her husband's boss' cum surged into her,
filling her with warm sticky wetness and mingling with her own cum
juices in a wet pool of forbidden joy that the astonished young blonde
had never before imagined. Then, after a long moment of gasping sighs,
Kathy's trembling, perfectly-sculptured body was drained of everything,
and her passion spent limbs collapsed loosely onto the cushions as
Max's grip on her buttocks slowly relaxed. She shuddered for a second
as he pulled his fingers from her tiny stretched anus with a soft wet
hissing sound, then lay motionless, her body beaten and satiated as it
had never been before. Tears welled in her cocoa-brown eyes as a sense
of shame and humiliation rushed over her and she suddenly remembered
where she was and just whose thick penis it was that was still soaking
deep in her warmly pulsating vagina.

"Please, get off me, Mr. Alexander," she said finally, attempting to
regain a little of the dignity that had been torn from her in the
debasing sexual experience she had just undergone. "I ... I have to go
home to cook m-my h-husband's dinner."

The mention of Henry brought fresh tears trickling from her eyes and
she wondered how she would ever explain her long absence to him. No
matter what he might have said last night, she had no valid excuse for
allowing a virtual stranger to ravage her body this way and she
silently vowed that Henry must never, never know about what she had
done.

"Oh, of course, my dear," the older man smiled condescendingly down at
her misery. "Here, let me pull it out."

She closed her eyes to the sight of his lewd grin and quivered slightly
as she felt him lift his hips, slipping his now-soft penis from her
sperm flooded vagina with a soft, wet sucking noise. A cool rush of
fresh air flowed over her loins when he rolled from her body, lowering
his spent body to the floor beside the couch, and she heaved a long
sigh of anguished relief.

Kathy had heard no sound and had not even realized that someone could
have quietly opened the office door and slipped inside, until the sound
of a woman's deep-throated chuckle made her eyes flutter open once
again. The nakedly lying girl's mouth fell open in horrified dismay as
she saw a statuesque, raven-haired woman, clad in an expensive looking
red knit suit, lounging gracefully on the far arm of the leather sofa,
her shapely crossed legs resting a few inches from where Kathy's
shoeless feet had fallen limply on the cushions only a few moments
before.

"Oh, God ... oh no," Kathy sobbed in incoherent horror at the idea of
another woman, probably some business associate of her husband, Henry,
seeing her like this, limbs askew and her belly filled with the lewd
wetness of Max Alexander's expended orgasm. Her well-used body lurched
to a sitting position and she pulled her long legs tightly under her,
crossing her arms over the front of her body in a vain attempt to hide
her nakedness.

"Well, well, if it isn't June!" Max boomed heartily as he too noticed
the other woman in the office for the first time. "As you can see, my
natural impulses got the best of me. If you hadn't dressed, baby, you
could have joined the party!"

"So I see," the gorgeous dark-haired woman answered calmly as she wryly
surveyed Kathy's still-cowering figure. "You said this would be
interesting ... and I certainly hope it is, Max."

Kathy's dark brown eyes widened in shock as she listened to the
conversation going on around her and she suddenly decided that this
lovely woman must be Max Alexander's wife. Despite the fear that had
filled her only a second ago, she now felt only compassion for the
mature beauty who sat at her feet and she sympathetically remembered
all the hurt and horror she herself had felt at the idea of her own
husband making love to the gorgeous models he used in the magazine.

"Oh, Mrs. Alexander, forgive me," the strawberry blonde sobbed out,
trying desperately to assuage what she imagined was the terrible pain
the older woman must be experiencing. "I don't know what happened ...
It was all my fault ... I swear I'll never come into this place again
... I'll never be going near your husband ..."

"Oh, for God's sake, calm down. Max is entitled to a little strange
pussy once in a while."

"Please don't blame him ... I don't know how to convince you ..." Kathy
went on tearfully, then faltered as the brunette's coolly uttered words
penetrated her tortured consciousness. The humiliated young wife had
been wringing her hands and staring down at the carpet all the time she
was talking, but now as she looked up beseechingly, Kathy saw that the
other woman did not appear upset in the least. To the contrary, the
dark-haired woman's expression was one of slightly bored amusement.

Confused, Kathy turned to Max for some sort of explanation but was met
with the sight of his bulky naked body doubled over in silent laughter.
She watched in astonishment as he righted himself with effort after
retrieving one of his expensive Havana cigars from the pocket of his
fallen jacket.

"I-I don't understand ... I should leave," Kathy murmured to no one in
particular and she was about to swing her legs off the couch when Max
reached out and placed his hand firmly on one of her smooth creamy
knees.

"Not so fast, baby," Max grinned sardonically around the fat cigar in
his mouth. "Don't you want to meet your new boss, or have you changed
your mind about your job ... and your hubby's?"

"My new boss?" Kathy repeated blankly as she tried to make her
exhausted mind operate efficiently once again. "But I thought ... isn't
she your--"

"No, darling, I'm the public relations department, the personal public
relations department," June interrupted smoothly, then chuckled at the
look of startlement and confusion that again crossed Kathy's sweet
young face. "My name is June Stillson and I am the closest thing to a
wife Max has," she added slightly more threateningly and then looked at
Max. "Is she going to be my assistant?"

"You got it, baby. You keep telling me that you can't handle all of my
business associates, so now you've got someone to help you share the
load," Max chortled to his mistress, his penetrating gaze roaming
insultingly over Kathy's still-unclothed body.

"But Max, I--" June began.

"You can have her do shows for the guys, just the way she performed for
you this afternoon." Once again his eyes lingered approvingly on the
ripe young contours of Kathy's lush form. "You have to admit, June,
that she did very well ... very well indeed."

"All right Max!" June snapped bitterly. Kathy's gaze darted up to catch
a gleam of unmistakable jealousy in the older woman's expression. The
youthful wife felt a sudden pang of apprehension about her future but
then quickly forgot it as the lovely brunette turned to face her with
an inquiring smile. "Do you think you can handle it, dear? Even Max,
the stud here, can't come up to some of the monsters we'll have to ...
entertain. And sometimes they get a little strange when they're drunk
... I just thought I should warn you."

"You don't mean that I have to ... to make love with strange men?"
Kathy gasped in disbelief as she stared from one to the other of her
two tormentors. As before, she was threatened by the cruel sarcasm that
she thought she had heard in June Stillson's voice and she wondered if
this was not some cruel trick they had contrived to humiliate her even
more. But she could see from the sadistic, gloating expression on Max's
face that it was all true. She had been led into a vicious trap, like
an unsuspecting baby lamb, and there was no way out for her. She knew
it now, just as she had known it when Max had called her a whore
earlier, when his vile erect cock had been spearing in and out of her
obscenely eager vagina. She had made herself into no more than a common
slut when she had given in to the seemingly irresistible temptation
this afternoon, and now she would have to do whatever those two
horrible blackmailers wanted--if she wanted to keep her marriage
intact. There was no other way, except to let Henry lose his job, and
besides, she was certain that Max would happily blackmail her with what
had happened today in his office. She knew that her husband would never
forgive her if he should ever find out the awful truth.

"I--I guess I have no choice," she said slowly, trying to blink back
the tears of pitiful frustration and shame that were filling her eyes.
The pretty little blonde stared hard into both June Stillson's and Max
Alexander's faces, trying to find some pity or compassion in their
expressions, but she found only two pairs of coldly amused eyes. Their
demon-like indifference to her distress filled her with deep resentment
over the injustice of her situation but she could do absolutely nothing
but gaze contemptuously back at them. "May I go home now? I mean, are
you finished with me yet," she finally asked icily.

"Not for a long time, baby," Max quipped, leering hungrily again at her
naked body as she rose upright from the couch, stepping carefully over
his unclad body, still seated on the floor, to reach the crumpled heap
of her clothing lying on the plush carpet a few feet away.

June scowled irritably and then turned toward the miserable young
woman, saying, "Pouting won't get you anywhere, honey, and I don't have
time to play games with you. Take the job or forget it. And remember,
nobody's forcing you to work for Alexander Steel Company," she added
with a sly, ironic grin of insolence and spite.

"That's right," Max smirked evilly. "Now, I think you ought to start
work tomorrow."

"Yes, if you want me to," Kathy nodded humbly as with down cast eyes
she hurriedly put on her clothes, tears of stinging shame and
resignation spilling at last in tiny wet trails down her flushed
cheeks. "I'll do anything to save Henry's job and ... and our
marriage."

"Don't worry, sweetie, you'll have to," Max rasped ominously as he also
rose to his feet. "But right now, I'll give you your first paycheck, in
advance, just to make your new job look a little more attractive to
you. As I recall, money was your problem, wasn't it?"

Without waiting for her reply, the hulking executive strode calmly back
to his desk on the other side of the room, his long thick penis
dangling like a vulgar length of limp hose under his softening belly as
he bent slightly over to open a desk drawer and rummage around inside.
Kathy saw a brief flash of green as he nonchalantly stuffed several
bills into a white legal-size envelope and sealed it with a swipe of
his fleshy red tongue.

"There you are, kid," he said fliply, tossing the envelope toward her
across the broad expanse of shinning wooden desk. "And if you want
more, you'd better come up with a convincing story about what you're
really doing on your new job. I'd hate to be forced to tell my version
of everything to young Henry if he came storming in here, yelling
rape."

"Oh yes, I can just see it now--Henry Cummings' cute golden-haired
little wife trying to explain to him what she does during her
afternoons," June exclaimed gaily, her interest renewing in the younger
woman. With a wry teasing smile, she added, "You can tell him for me
that if he ever wants to get into the act, I'll be right up here in my
office waiting for him. He looks a little green, but hell, he might be
taught to be a great lay."

Her last mocking words were lost on Kathy, who had grabbed up her purse
and the envelope from Max's desk and hurried out of the room, a muffled
sob her only farewell. After the door slammed shut behind her, the
silence in the office was broken only by the sound of Max Alexander's
self-satisfied laughter.

"Dammit, Max, be quiet," his black-haired mistress hissed suddenly.

"Why, baby, what's the matter," the naked, greying company president
inquired facetiously, a look of injured innocence clouding his face.
"You said that I deserved a little "strange pussy" now and then, and
anyway, I told you I'd explain everything."

"Well, I hope you have a good reason for picking on the kid like that,"
she said with disgust in her voice. "Now I'll bet you're too worn out
to take me to dinner as you promised."

"Aw, hell, since when did a good fuck ever wear out Maxwell Alexander?"
he cackled in amusement, shrugging his shoulders as he added: "So
what's your problem, baby?"

"Nothing, Max, nothing at all, except that I got a good look at you two
going at it before you noticed me in here. And, if you want to know the
truth, I can't remember the last time you fucked the way you were
laying into that innocent little bitch!" June spat.

"Why, honey, don't tell me you're jealous of that naive little girl,"
he crooned mockingly but smiling affectionately at the fuming brunette.
"Don't play the dumb cocktail waitress with me, because I know you
better than that--and anyway, you're hotter in bed than ten of those
silly little broads."

"Well, maybe I was jealous," she muttered in a low voice, somewhat
mollified by his words, "but now that you've had your fun with her,
we'll hand her over to your wolfish business pals. We wouldn't want to
risk having her husband catch her with you, the boss, would we?"

"Okay, okay," Max soothed her, circling around the desk to enfold her
in his brawny arms. "When did I ever do anything you didn't like?"

"Ever since the night I met you, you horny old bastard," June shot
back, but smiling now as she allowed herself to be crushed tightly to
his naked hairy chest.

Max knew that the crisis was over, for the moment anyway, and released
her so that he could reach down and retrieve his clothing from the
floor. The middle-aged steel magnate's mind was already working out
plans for the next time he got that sweet-assed little blonde in his
hands. "Ahhhh," he sighed satisfactorily to himself. "He would teach
that young magazine editor of his to forget his picture, he would teach
him well!"



Chapter 5


"Where have you been, honey? I've been home for nearly an hour and
dinner isn't even started yet!" the youthful masculine voice came from
inside the living-room as Kathy stealthily pushed open the door of
their attractive suburban home. She had made infuriatingly slow
connections on the buses out of Los Angeles and had hoped to be able to
sneak into the house and make some plausible excuse to Henry about
gossiping away the afternoon with a neighbor. But now, as she heard the
sound of her husband's footsteps coming toward her from their living
room with its big picture window facing the street, she knew that he
must have seen her hurrying up the sidewalk from the bus-stop at the
corner.

"I'm sorry, darling. I went into the city today," she called back,
meekly lowering her voice as Henry's slender, solid form appeared in
the doorway from the living room. "I got back as soon as I could."

"Dammit, have you been out shopping again, Kathy?" he interrupted, his
blue eyes glowering beneath his thick shock of unruly dark brown hair.
"I don't see any packages, so I assume you've bought one of the larger
so-called necessities of life. What is it this time, a baby grand piano
or a mink coat that they're going to deliver tomorrow?"

"Oh, Henry, don't be silly," the sweet-faced blonde girl giggled
nervously as she suddenly felt an unreasoning fear that her husband
might somehow guess what had really happened to her in his boss' office
that afternoon. Her slender fingers gripped more tightly the handle of
her leather purse which contained the envelope that Max Alexander had
given her. Gazing timidly up at Henry through her long, golden lashes,
she tremulously explained, "I ... I went in for something else, darling
... to see someone."

"Sure, sure, you always go in for something else," he said, shaking his
handsome head skeptically. "But someone always manages to sell you
something while you're there. Whatever it is, you're going back into
town tomorrow and get your money back. I don't work forty hours a week
in the Alexander Building so that we'll starve when we're old, Kathy.
It's about time you started remembering that."

Kathy raised her eyes to silently protest his automatic assumption of
her extravagance, but it was too late. Having completed his tirade, her
husband turned on his heel and strode back into the living room, and a
moment later, the house was filled with the sound of the nightly
television news broadcast.

For the briefest second, the shapely young wife was sorely tempted to
march right into the middle of Henry's precious news program and tell
him how very wrong he was about what she had done that afternoon, tell
him about her new job and the envelope that was in her purse. But guilt
and fear held her back. She was afraid that once she began to tell the
story of her meeting with Maxwell Alexander, she might accidentally let
slip some incriminating detail, alerting him to the fact that his
seemingly trust-worthy young wife had made a grave mistake that day,
had lost the innocence and virtue that he had always so delighted in.
Just the thought of how she had behaved in Mr. Alexander's office,
willingly allowing that filthy old man to take the most indecent
liberties with her body, made tears of shame spring into Kathy's big
brown eyes and she rushed back into the kitchen to busy herself with
preparing Henry's dinner before she broke down altogether.

For a moment or two, the pretty young blonde bustled around her bright,
modern kitchen, pulling cans from the cupboards and pork chops from the
refrigerator, trying to pretend that this was a day just like any
other, but her vision kept returning to the kitchen table. As she
opened the canned peas and poured them into a saucepan, her thoughts
kept going back to that moment on the bus when she had remembered the
white envelope that had still been clenched tightly in her hand.
Wanting to throw the unwelcome reminder of her horrible afternoon out
the window of the moving bus and yet wondering how highly Maxwell
Alexander had valued the afternoon's experience, Kathy had impulsively
torn open the envelope. One glance at the contents had left her white
with shock and she had anxiously stuffed it deep into her handbag, not
wanting the other passengers on the roaring vehicle to see the tangible
proof of her guilt.

But now, in the kitchen of the home she had shared for six months with
her husband, still smarting from the tongue-lashing Henry had so
unfairly bestowed upon her, Kathy's thoughts returned to the envelope
with a slightly different attitude. There was now money in her purse, a
great deal of money, and after all, what had Henry been so upset about?
Why else had she gone to Maxwell Alexander's office in the first place,
if not to find an opportunity to help with her and Henry's financial
situation. The beautiful young woman reasoned carefully as she slowly
peeled potatoes over the sink. It was vile and disgusting to make love
to other men behind her husband's back, she knew, but if it could save
their suddenly shaky marriage, was it too great a price to pay?

Suddenly, with an expression of unusual determination on her face,
Kathy set down the potato and peeler and turned around to face the
kitchen table, hurriedly wiping her hands on a dishtowel she had
grabbed from a rack near the sink. Only her wide eyes showed her
anxiety as she reached out and fumbled with the clasp of the leather
bag, finally opening it and pulling the crumbled white envelope out of
the very bottom.

At first, she hesitated to look into it staring instead beseechingly at
the door to the living room, as though mutely pleading for a
compassionate reprieve from the future that fate seemed to have
designed for her. But nothing issued from beyond that door but the
sound of the evening news and at last with a sigh, she withdrew the
contents of the envelope. Closing her mind to everything else, to the
brassy sounds of the television and the persistent, slightly painful
tingle between her thighs that served as a nagging reminder of her
betrayal of her marriage vows, Kathy slowly and deliberately counted
the money, twice.

It was five hundred dollars, more than her husband made in two weeks!
It was twenty times the amount she had spent at the bargain sale
yesterday and if he never found out how she had gotten it, it was more
than enough to make Henry view her in a new light, to start talking to
her like an equal again and maybe even to care enough about her to take
time and much-needed care with their sex life, talking about new things
and making love considerately like he used to.

Even in her intense concentration, Kathy was suddenly aware of the
click of the television off-switch and then the low footsteps that
suddenly filled the silence of the house. In her panicky fear of
discovery, the frightened girl could think of nothing to do but hide
the five hundred dollars behind her back as she heard Henry coming
toward the kitchen.

"Honey, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have jumped on you like that," his
apologetic voice came into the back of the house even before his
sheepishly smiling face appeared in the kitchen doorway. "The printer
forgot to put Mr. Alexander's picture in the magazine and I'm just
worried about the explosion that's coming tomorrow when he notices it.
What did you do downtown today, anyway?"

"Well ... Well, I ... " Kathy faltered, trying desperately to conjure
up some reason for their newfound wealth, "I saw ... a lawyer," she
suddenly decided aloud, a smile of profound relief lighting up her
naturally sunny facial features as she seized upon the bold lie. "D-did
I ever tell you about my great-aunt in Baltimore? She ... she died."

"Oh, honey, I'm sorry," Henry blurted out consolingly, rushing up to
wrap his arms around her slim shoulders as he saw her soft lower lips
begin to quiver and her eyes grow shiny with real tears.

"No, you don't understand," the young blonde wife said, no longer able
to hold back her tears of helpless misery. Tearing free of his embrace,
she tried frantically to smile as she brought her hands from where they
had been hidden behind her back and pressed the hundred-dollar bills
into his hand. "Here ... the lawyer gave me this ... She left me the
money. Now we don't have to worry about ... about money anymore," she
explained through her uncontrollable sobbing.

Her good-looking husband stared at her, first in astonishment then with
concern as he thought he began to understand the true reason for her
distress. Tossing the money down on the kitchen table, he laced his
wiry arm around Kathy's tiny waist and drew her closer to him, until
her head nestled warmly into his shoulder. Softly stroking her face
with his other hand, he murmured gently, "I'm so sorry, honey. I didn't
think you were taking our money problems to heart so much or I never
would have been so hard on you. It's not that important. It really
isn't."

"I know, darling, I know," Kathy gasped out through her tears as she
leaned wearily against the comforting warmth of her husband's tall
form. In her heart, however, the voluptuous young wife was thinking
something that was entirely different, for Henry was holding her
tenderly, speaking more gently with her than he had done in weeks,
making a real effort to understand how she felt. He seemed suddenly
different now, radically changed from the way he had acted toward her
for such a long time, changed from the way he had acted when she had
walked in the door only fifteen minutes ago. And to her mind, there was
only one thing that could account for the sudden shift in his whole
attitude toward her.

Kathy's brown-eyed gaze drifted to the tiny pile of green one hundred
dollar bills that lay on the kitchen table and she realized that, yes,
she definitely would be returning to the Alexander Building, tomorrow
as she had promised.



Chapter 6


June Stillson sighed in disgust and slowly settled her excitingly naked
body into an easy chair close to the huge king-size bed, reaching up
beside her then to pull a small, secret switch recessed in the bedroom
wall. It was located next to the huge mirror facing the colossal double
bed that filled most of the room.

Earlier that morning, Max had instructed his cooperative brunette
mistress to operate the trick two-way mirror when things "got
interesting," so that he could watch through from the other side of the
glass next to his office desk. A visiting executive from a cutlery firm
was breaking in Max's pretty new public relations assistant.

The statuesque brown-haired June leaned even further back now in the
overstuffed chair so that, on the other side of the mirror, Max would
not be able to see the sullen displeased expression on her face as he
gleefully observed the lewd sight of the naked young Kathy Cummings and
the bald, over-weight businessman thrashing together lustfully on the
well-placed bed. After another ample dose of the company president's
potent absinthe, the young willowy-limbed blonde seemed to be fucking
herself half crazy with Max's flabby business associate. June scowled
at the transparent delight on the fat man's face, a man whom she had
always entertained before today. It made her sick, she thought
infuriatedly to herself, that this stupid little blonde cunt, a girl
almost young enough to be her own daughter, could have simply strolled
into Max's office one day and the next be sharing with her the private
office and penthouse apartment after letting the boss fuck her only one
time. The gorgeous brunette angrily imagined her wealthy fifty-three
year-old lover sitting at his immense desk in the office on the other
side of the wall. She could just see him as he gazed lost in
concentration through the two-way mirror at Kathy Cummings' flawless,
exquisitely symmetrical body, legs spread wide, writhing passionately
under the paunchy, short cutlery executive. His heavy, log-sized cock
was plainly visible driving deep into the soft hairlined folds of her
ravenously working young cunt. June knew instinctively that Max was
probably jerking-off, just as he said he often did as he watched her
involved in some obscene act with one of his visiting business friends.

She turned her head defiantly away from the coarse spectacle--one that
she had been told by Max to "supervise" and battled with herself to
control the jealousy and hurt that she felt damming up within her. Even
though Max had fully assured her yesterday that her position with him
was secure, she could not control the unsettling, nagging doubts about
the stability of their relationship. Certain questions she could not
answer were running rampant through her mind. Just what did this girl
have that made her so incredibly attractive to him, she wondered
anxiously. Or was it as he had said only last night, that he merely
wanted to teach Kathy's "insolent punk husband" a lesson? June wanted
to blindly believe that the answer to the last question was "yes" ...
After all, she convinced herself, Max had said that the sole reason he
had not called Henry in for an "ass-chewing" right away--right after he
had noticed the editor's omission of the photograph in the company
magazine--was because he wanted to dream up a special revenge against
the irresponsible younger man, one that would "hit the kid where he
lives."

"Wow, that sure is one fine piece of ass! I couldn't have gone any
longer, not for all the money in the world, but the little lady doesn't
look like she's complaining," a weakened male voice, wheezing with
exhausted satiation, came to June's ears. Looking up with a little jump
of startlement, the sinuous dark-haired woman saw that the tubby little
businessman was addressing her as he pulled on his clothes, pausing
momentarily to wipe the tiny beads of sweat glimmering on his forehead
despite the air-conditioned coolness of the "guest" bedroom. Beyond
him, June could see Kathy's supple, perfect body sprawled obscenely
across the bed, legs still spread obscenely wide and a look of utter
peace and contentment lighting her angelic facial features. The thin,
blonde fringed furrow of her well-fucked young vagina was still spread
and glistening from the fat man's ejaculation into and on it.

"Well, I'm certainly glad you enjoyed yourself," June commented
stiffly, smiling with wane graciousness. "Kathy seems absolutely
ecstatic about you, but then, of course, I always wait very anxiously
for your visits here, too."

"Yeah, I have to admit it, I did a great job with that little girl," he
puffed absently, as though he had not heard a word June had said.
"Well, I guess you could say I was rarin' to go. Max certainly does
know how to pick them, by God!"

"Why, Mr. Bates, aren't you going back into his office?" June asked
quickly, alarmed that something actually had gone wrong on the bed.
God, Max would never forgive her if she had just sat there while the
Cummings girl alienated one of their best customers with her girlish
innocence about the facts of really satisfying sex.

"Hell no," the customer chuckled cheerily, "I'm just worn out, that's
all. Jesus, I haven't had such a fresh young fuck in years!"

"How ... nice," June barely managed to say through her suddenly
jealously contracting throat. Though she was dangerously far into her
late thirties, the well-experienced brunette had never had the least
fear of increasing age taking its toll on her well preserved looks. Not
until now, that is. Rousing her curvaceous full-breasted body from the
chair, she led the now completely dressed man to the back exit of the
bedroom, forcing herself to feign politeness as she explained with a
low, sultry smile, "I'd walk you out to the hallway, Mr. Bates, but as
you may have noticed, I'm not properly dressed to be seen by the
secretaries."

"No, you're not," the barrel-bellied little man replied with a lewd
little grin as he buttoned the front of his navy flannel suit jacket
and ran his eyes up and down her nakedly curved form. Then, as if
realizing for the first time that the more mature woman might have felt
slighted by what he had said, he patted her buttocks with a patronizing
gesture of assurance. "Don't worry, baby, I'll give it to you next time
around."



*  *  *

It was two days later and June still felt herself fighting the impulse
to scream out loud, to shout out her jealous anger, or worse, to
physically attack the sweet-faced blonde lying again in a half-doze of
bliss on her, June Stillson's own work bed. But instead, she began
slowly to dress for the meeting she had arranged with the little
bitch's husband. Her naturally beautiful face was darkened by a bitter
smile as she buttoned up the front of her dress and carefully adjusted
her well-coifed hair and costly make-up. Actually, there was no need
for her to be alluring and sexy for this pre-arranged meeting with
Henry Cummings, she mused sarcastically; hell, especially not since she
had told him that Max Alexander, the Company president, himself, wanted
his employee in for a private conference in his office. That good-
looking college kid type would come without a moment's delay, just like
any other sane employee at Alexander Steel! What Cummings would be a
little surprised to find out, though, is that Max would not be there or
even know about her, meeting with his magazine editor. If everything
went according to the plan that she was now forming in her jealously
scheming mind, she would have her own taste of grand revenge before the
day was over.

She chuckled to herself with sardonic satisfaction as she left her
office and glided toward the elevator, thinking that there would be no
one in Max's office but nice, unsuspecting Henry Cummings and the two-
way mirror ... except, of course for June herself. And she wanted to be
damned sure that poor, hurt Henry would come running to her for comfort
when he recognized the actual identity of the blonde girl being fucked
half senseless by three men on the other side of the mirror. Hell, she
mused as her grin widened, a girl had to protect her ego and her number
one job against threats somehow.



Chapter 7


"Here, Henry, you sit down right here," June said with counterfeit
sweetness as she seized the handsome magazine editor's arm and made
certain that he was comfortably seated in one of the strategically
placed chairs in Max's office that faced both his empty desk as well as
the special mirror on the wall beside it.

It was Friday afternoon, two days since Kathy Cummings had worked her
first day in the "Public relations" department for Alexander Steel, and
it was also the day that Max always left work early to fly to his week-
end desert home in Palm Springs to be there in time for dinner.

'Mr. Alexander said that he'll be with you pretty soon. He'd like you
to just wait here for him," June glibly lied.

"Uh?? ... Oh yeah, thanks, June," Henry said with a preoccupied air. He
was deeply lost in thought when the brunette tressed beauty slipped out
of the room, back into her own office again, the door closing almost
soundlessly shut behind her. This whole thing seemed very unusual and
had him more than a little worried. The mysterious way that June
Stillson, Max's very own personal assistant, had come down to see Henry
yesterday with only the cryptic message that he should keep his Friday
afternoon free had left him guessing for all this time about what was
going on.

Henry had no doubt that Max wanted to see him about the omission of the
big man's picture in New World Steel but why would he send June down
again today just to escort him up to the top floor, leading him into
the boss's office through her own office, instead of through the
reception room as usual? The young husband became even more
apprehensive as he suddenly remembered that, curiously enough, the
chief company executive never saw anyone on Friday afternoons. It just
did not make sense, he decided worriedly, and with the anxiousness of a
man awaiting the Last Judgment, he withdrew a budget report from his
coat pocket and began to figure out what costs he would offer to cut
back on when Max Alexander informed him that he was cutting down the
magazine budget.



*  *  *

Kathy lay naked on the enormous bed in the next room, draining off the
last of the third glass of the licorice-flavored liquid that June had
earlier urged her to drink, little realizing what was lying in store
for her. After what had happened two days ago with that disgusting
little man from the silverware company, or whatever it was, the pretty
blonde wife had been almost certain that Max's "special drink"
contained some aphrodisiac qualities, or she would never have had that
overwhelming orgasm that she had experienced with the fat, loathsome
businessman. As horrified and ashamed as she had felt, it had taken all
of her willpower not to actually thank Max when he had awakened her
several hours later and announced that she would be free until the next
week. It had been such a relief to simply stay at home, delighting in
the honest housework that had irritated her so much a few days ... a
relief, that is, until June had telephoned early this morning with the
message that Kathy would have to come to the office this afternoon.

The beautiful young housewife had felt full of dread and self-pity when
June had called right after Henry had left for work. Her sense of
misgiving had increased even more when she had arrived at the
receptionist's desk a while ago and been hustled off immediately by
June to the bedroom, without even seeing Max as she had before.
Somehow, the fact that she had not seen the middle-aged executive made
Kathy fear that June might be acting on her own authority, perhaps in
retaliation for the jealousy that the older woman had obviously felt
when she discovered Max with her on the couch in the executive's
office. Still, she did not dare defy June's stern commands to undress
herself and lie down in the bed, and she had been grateful when she had
accepted the several drinks offered to her, hoping that they would
somehow calm her nerves.

"Christ, it's about time we got a look at this little blonde you've
been telling us about, June baby," a deep masculine voice sounded
impatiently as the bedroom door clicked open. "If she's just half as
good as this wild pad of yours, it'll be better than anything I've had
since you left the Flaming Cockadoo Club."

"Hell, yeah! the place just ain't the same without you, baby," two
other male voices chimed in, causing Kathy's head to jerk sharply
around on the pillow to see the men who were entering the lavish
bedroom. Her face gaped open in astonishment as she saw June leading in
three completely naked men. By the looks of their bristly unshaven
faces, the frightened young girl knew immediately that these three were
not business friends of Max and she trembled as she noticed their
devouring eyes flicker in open appreciation of the delicious feast of
her naked body spread out on the bed before them.

"Kathy, my dear, today I've brought some of my friends to be
entertained," June's saccharin-sweet voice murmured as, still
completely dressed herself, she led the unsavory-looking trio up to the
over-sized bed. "I want you to be as nice to them as you were to Max's
friend the other day. Do anything they want, do you understand?"

"But ... but I work for Max," Kathy protested feebly, her big beautiful
eyes wide with real fear now.

"That's only when he's here to protect you, kid," June rejoined
smoothly. "And by the way, this room has been completely sound-proofed,
so feel free to struggle and make as much noise as you like. You
certainly won't bother anybody."

The stunning older woman cast one last cruelly triumphant smile toward
the cowering naked girl and then moved gracefully out of the room,
closing and noisily locking the door behind her.

Kathy's terrified eyes flew back immediately to the little group next
to the bed and as she saw a skinny, hawk-faced man with grey hair
separate himself from his companions, moving determinedly toward her,
the panicky realization of her dangerous position made her throw one
long tapered leg over the edge of the mattress in an effort to escape.
She was just on the verge of leaping from the bed when the bony,
approximately fifty year-old man reached out with one oily hand and
brushed his fingertips lightly over the cringing tips of her full white
breasts. She recoiled back against the pillows as an indescribably
electrifying shock raced through her voluptuous body, lighting tiny
fires on her aphrodisiac heated nerve-ends until she relaxed
involuntarily back on the mammoth mattress, helpless against the little
pin-pricks of pleasurable sensation tingled over her creamy naked
flesh. "Wow, I don't know what June used to get this chick all heated
up like this, but I sure could use some for my old lady," a stumpy-
bodied but powerfully-built blonde man chuckled coarsely from the side
of the bed.

"Shit, who cares?" the pimply-faced, redheaded boy beside him barked
impatiently. "If Lenny don't fuck her right away I sure as hell will!"

"Just hold up there, stud," the older wiry man named Lenny said
threateningly as the ruddy-faced adolescent moved forward as if to
bulldoze past him to get to Kathy. "Age before beauty, you know, and
besides? You're only here because June didn't believe the stories she's
heard about your big cock. Now, the senior Flaming Cockadoo Club people
get first dibs, you hear?"

Kathy barely heard the boy's mumbling, abashed reply. She was too
involved in trying to comprehend the insane sensations that were now
shooting out of control through her tortured nerves. God, not even that
first day with Max had started out quite like this--but then suddenly
she realized what was happening to her. The drink! She had drunk too
much, she knew now, but there was nothing she could do about it as the
skinny man again leaned licentiously over the side of the bed and began
running his hands over the smooth white curves of her defenseless body.
Every inch of her smooth young skin seemed to be throbbing with mind-
boggling surges of fiery need and her buttocks began to grind
desperately down into the sheets to quench a searing passion that was
licking hungrily at her trembling loins.

"Ooooohh," she breathed tremulously as Lenny's dirty, uncut fingernails
teasingly traveled up the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs, digging
down between them to boldly touch the rising pink bud of her pulsating
clitoris. The sweet burning itch of lust rippled out from the tiny nub,
snaking over her now-quivering belly and out into the pinkly throbbing
tips of her nipples at the ends of her breasts. An itch that overcame
the humiliation and fear of having two strange hands roaming over her
nakedness.

The skinny man's tongue licked nervously over his twitching mouth as
small beads of sweat began to form on his upper lip. Most women had
always shunned him because of his bony body and frightening face, but
this one was acting like she had not had a man in years. She was a
beautiful, enticing young blonde and he couldn't understand why she was
already going so wild under the stroking of his fingers, but he hardly
cared. If he stopped to figure it out, she might change her mind ...

Clambering up onto the mattress, he pushed her gorgeous unresisting
thighs wide apart with the palms of his hands and lunged eagerly
between their lush white fullness. Kathy was horrified at the joy she
felt as the bed squeaked faintly under the added weight of his body,
but she could no longer control the workings of her body and mind. The
young blonde's delicious cunt felt like a great burning emptiness that
had to be filled before she went insane. Without further thought, she
reached down between her body and the hovering stranger's to guide the
thick blood-filled head of his thick, stump-like prick up to the lips
of her moistly waiting cunt. Her columnar legs kicked out
uncontrollably and her heels curled around his broad hips fiercely as
she jerked her starving torso upward, wildly pulling him down to her
writhing body. The flaring bulbous cock-head lodged securely between
the moist warm lips of her pussy and then a deep groan of wild
frustration tumbled from her lips as the lewdly grinning man levered up
on his arms with teasing slowness and painstakingly adjusted the angle
of his body. Just when it seemed as though she would go mad from the
momentary wait, he crashed his loins down between her open thighs,
ramming the hard fleshy cock as deep as it would go into her greedily
clasping young vagina. His hairy balls slapped heavily against her
upthrust buttocks and his sinewy sweating stomach thudded hard against
the yielding softness of her nakedly quivering belly.

Still not satisfied, Kathy strained up against him, wrapping her
slender fingers around his pillowy ass-cheeks in an effort to pull him
deeper into her insanely demanding cuntal passage.

"Deeper! For God's sake, fuck deeper!" she wailed in desperation.

Above her, the thin, grey-haired man puffed and grunted as he grasped
her soft rounded hips and drove his rock-hard prick in to the hilt, but
it was not enough to fill her almost inhuman need. She groaned in
disappointment, splaying her legs further out over the sides of the bed
to give him greater access but all her efforts were futile. It was too
short.

As if to compensate for his shortcomings, the panting man rammed his
tongue deep into her wide open mouth, drooling his saliva down into her
throat. She sucked at it in a wild frenzy, her body caught up in an
insane whirlpool of sheer raw lust that she never would have believed
existed before this afternoon. She strained her muscles to meet every
jerking thrust of his pistoning cock, gasping with pain each time his
pelvis smacked against her tender upturned loins with a brutal thud
that resounded loudly through-out the room.

Then suddenly her breathing quickened as he started to bring her to a
climax with the savage pounding of his body alone. She humped wantonly
beneath him, fighting insanely for the peak that was so close, when his
short plunging prick abruptly stiffened and began to shoot its white
hot cum juice far into the depths of her tortured womb.

Kathy cried out in miserable frustration, then furiously pushed away
the now-useless body of the thin, heavily panting man, gasping in
anguish as she felt the exhausted deflating penis slip maddeningly from
her still-churning thighs. Her own orgasm had been but a moment away
and now the fires still raged on within her drugged and frustrated
body. She despaired of ever finding relief and threw her arm over her
eyes as tears of disappointment streamed down her passion-flaming
cheeks. Then, through the haze of her misery, she saw the red-headed
youth grinning cockily down at her from the near side of the bed. "Oh,
please ... please ... I need a bigger cock ..." she murmured brokenly,
her passion driving her beyond the point of caring how she must look or
sound. "Oh God, get on top of me and fuck my cunt, please!"

"Shit, yeah, fuck the bitch, Red," the aquiline man called Lenny said
in angry invitation as he climbed exhaustedly from Kathy's inflamed
body and off the bed, his pride injured by the wanton young wife's
expressed dissatisfaction with the size of his prick. Then, to Carl, he
added, "Don't worry, pal, we'll find some other place for you to put
your cock so you won't have to wait all afternoon."

"Hell yes," the teen-ager identified as Red assured the others as he
moved hastily onto the bed, "as soon as I ram this cock of mine in her,
she won't know the difference anyhow."

Through the stupefying haze of her lust, the blonde haired young woman
barely heard him speak but was grinding her crotch around frantically
below as he moved his hot and ready body up over her young lithe frame.
Her fiery gaping pussy searched hungrily upward for the shaft of rigid
flesh that would fill its aching need and Kathy gasped in relief as she
felt the pressure of the bulging prick-head against the hotly pulsating
opening.

The squirming blonde was dimly aware of the others as they whispered
lewd, obscenely mocking comments from above her, but she was numbed now
to any further humiliation. Nothing was important to her but the
blazing tide of lust that was threatening to carry her past the edge of
human endurance. Every single muscle in her sexually tensed body was
arched toward that thrilling probe between her trembling thighs until
suddenly the blotchy-faced boy flicked his hips forward. She felt a
sudden sharp stab of pain as something monstrous, something unnaturally
huge pressed past the throbbing wet lips of her cunt, stretching the
soft resisting flesh almost to the breaking point. Instinctively, her
hand darted down behind her upturned buttocks and she gasped in
amazement as her fingers encountered the giant pole of flesh that was
boring so painfully into the narrow little passageway between her legs.
My God, it was huge! The long, thick organ was even bigger than Max
Alexander's giant penis, and she jerked her hand away from the mammoth
fleshy staff in a reflexive action of horror. She could never take that
thing inside her without its tearing her intestines to shreds! Suddenly
the terrified young housewife began to squirm frantically, trying to
tear herself away from the sadistically snickering youth and his
inhumanely large sex organ.

"Help me hold her down you guys," the red-headed young man suddenly
barked laughingly to the two men beside the bed. "She just got an idea
of what's coming and she ain't sure she wants it yet."

"Oh God, it's too big! You'll kill me," she whimpered in fright as she
felt their hands reaching from either side of the mattress, taking firm
hold of her slender ankles, men brutally levering her feet up off the
bed and back over her head until the muscles of her body felt as though
they would snap from the cruel strain. Her toes were touching the
pillow on either side of her head presenting the whole flat plane of
her defenseless hair-covered pussy up to the wildly grinning redhead to
plunder at will.

"Aaaaahhh!" Kathy cried out as the youthful boy lunged forward,
thrusting his hips harder than before, sinking the cruel fleshy monster
into her helplessly straining cunt another agonizing inch. Though she
tried desperately to kick her legs free and escape this inhuman,
torturing impalement, the ruthlessly imprisoning hands held her tight
to the mattress. There was nothing she could do but clench her eyes
tightly shut against the hideous pain of his slow, relentless
penetration.

Red propped himself up on his hands in the push-up position and flicked
forward again, his toothy grin widening as the fleshy rod was buried
another excruciating inch into Kathy's wide-stretched pussy.

"Uuuuuggghhh!"

He thrust forward again.

"Aaaaaggghhhhh!"

Kathy felt hot breath blasting down over her nakedness as the two
watchers around the bed crowded in closer, their hungry eyes fixed on
the lust-inciting spectacle of this young blonde beauty being
hopelessly impaled on the adolescent's colossal prick. She was dimly
aware of hands clawing greedily at her heaving satin-smooth breasts and
more hands and fingers crawling hungrily over every part of her flesh
until she was certain she was covered with tiny crawling animals trying
to enter every opening of her body. She began to sob hysterically,
tears welling in great gushes from her pain-blinded eyes.

"Aw, let the little cunt have it all," Lenny muttered vengefully from
somewhere above her.

Obeying the older man's command, Red pressed forward with a sudden
crushing lurch that plowed the giant long cock deep into Kathy's tight
still-resisting passageway, pressing great waves of her pink soft flesh
rippling before it. The cringing young wife quaked convulsively as the
gigantic fleshy prick burrowed relentlessly up and up into her belly,
forcing her inner organs to each side of its battering path, smashing
anything that resisted its entry. It felt as though it were about to
come out of her throat and her mouth if it didn't stop soon. It was
tearing the soul from her agony-wracked body and was devouring it in
great gulps of depraved sensuality.

Suddenly, with a bone-shaking jolt, the grunting youth's pelvis crashed
resoundingly against the wide-split crevice of Kathy's upturned ass and
his balls slammed wetly down against the tiny puckered hole of her
flinching anus.

The huge thick cock was buried to the hilt inside her helplessly
quivering cunt!

The insolently grinning boy hovered motionless above her until the
impaled beauty's pain-contorted face began to gradually relax, her
tightly-clenched teeth opening in loose surprise as her painfully-
stretched inner flesh slowly grew accustomed to the fantastic inhuman
intrusion. The leering red-headed boy flexed the giant head of his
prick deep inside her soft white belly bringing another groan of
agonized protest from her trembling lips. He flexed again, then again,
grinning more wickedly as he heard her pleading groans grow softer and
softer as her hot moist channel stretched and dilated around the
heavily-veined thickness of his gigantic pulsating spear of flesh. He
began a slow gyrating motion with his pelvis, then, grinding his
colossal prick into her defenseless vagina, straining the still-
cringing walls outward until the long, invading prick fit snugly up
into her wide-stretched little belly like a sword in its sheath.

June's two other friends leered down to peer lustfully at the
incredible sight of the enormously buried cock, amazed that the tight
tiny hole they had seen between the young blonde's thighs before could
have swallowed the whole length of it. Again, Kathy felt hands
searching feverishly over the glistening twin moons of her ass-cheeks
and she felt inquisitive fingers pulling cruelly at the fleshy fuzz
covered lips that clamped so tightly around the huge, completely
embedded prick.

She winced as she suddenly felt an anonymous fingertip probe under the
heavy dangling balls pressed into her tiny wrinkled anus, flicking
teasingly at it like a wild, unrelenting tongue. She stiffened when it
paused and then suddenly popped through the tight surrounding nether
ring, worming deeply into the tender spongy flesh inside. It moved
slowly around, expanding the tiny opening until the very palm of the
intruding hand pressed, flat and hard against her rounded straining
buttocks, the whole finger buried securely within the dry throbbing
tunnel.

Kneeling over her helplessly doubled body the spotty-faced youth
suddenly grunted impatiently and began a slow painful fucking motion in
and out of Kathy's moist, wide-stretched pussy. Grinning triumphantly
above her, he used long, lunging strokes, thrusting forward mercilessly
from the outmost crest of his withdrawal to slam her anguished young
body deep into the mattress with every brutal stroke forward. The thick
middle finger sunk in her asshole united with the massive, slow-
drubbing prick as a rhythmic fucking team that brought groans of pain
and yet, at the same time, gasps of ecstasy tumbling from her lips in
cadence with the double invasion. The torturous pain was now
miraculously fading and an odd sensation of tingling pleasure began to
mingle with the glorious sheers of rapturous feeling in her cunt below,
building up to form a strange masochistic excitement until she was lost
in an endless soaring flight of exquisite sensation.

The muscles of her body began to flex in an unconscious rhythm with the
cock and finger fucking into her vagina and wide-stretched little anus,
starting her hips gyrating with ever-increasing speed to match the
movements of the young brute above her. Unidentified hands still seemed
to be reaching from everywhere to pinch and knead at her soft, white
skin, driving the lovely blonde's sexually intoxicated body to greater
heights of drug-induced ecstasy.

"Oh, yes ... fuck me, fuck me," she chanted, squirming her sweating
body to meet the crawling hands and fingers that clutched at her
flushed and tingling flesh. Her eyes flickered open and she gazed
around her in blurred ecstasy. Her shifting gaze moved back and forth
between the two strangers bending over the bed, stroking their own
rampant cocks in time to the monstrous prick fucking into her moist,
wide-split cunt and the strange finger ramming ceaselessly into her now
eagerly clenching rectum. She was a prisoner, a captive in this
glorious land of cocks, a helpless prisoner to this beautiful
ravishment of her cunt and asshole, pinioned between their battering
slamming strokes like a trapped animal.

"Oh God, don't stop, don't ever stop! Fuck me, fuck me!" she crooned
huskily into the air, rotating her upturned ass faster and faster to
keep up with the two pistons of penis and finger pummeling into her
like tireless fucking machines. Her entire being was centered in her
loins and nothing else mattered now just the surging exciting reality
of the hard, palpitating flesh ramming into her hotly steaming young
vaginal furrow.

Suddenly there was a new movement in the bed, another weight pressing
down the mattress beside her head and, from somewhere above her, she
heard a man's voice say, "Hey, Red, flip her over so I can fuck her
mouth while she's hot!"

Kathy was too dazed from the force of her sexual frenzy to do anything
but cry out in feeble objection when the rampaging cock was suddenly
withdrawn from her wide stretched pussy. She no longer struggled
against the eager hands that rolled her squirming body over on the
sweat and cum-soaked sheets until she was resting flat on her stomach.

"Get up on your knees, bitch," she heard a faraway voice command her,
but before she could move, the other two impatient men had grabbed her
smooth white hips and jerked her to her knees. She swayed for a moment
as she knelt there on all fours, her dazed brain reeling with the
effort of keeping her captive body erect as they placed her in the
lewdly open kneeling position. She smiled hazily and groaned as she
felt the boy's huge pulsing cock once again wedging tightly between her
open legs. Unconsciously, she waved the wide stretched moons of her
buttocks back at the young man and felt the huge blunt tip pressing
against the now wetly flooded slit of her hungrily waiting cunt. With a
loud grunt, the boy lunged forward into her, brutally skewering into
her kneeling body with his short blunt prick and causing her to jump
forward, her eyes round and bulging in surprise at the sudden entry.

Then, "Oh, no!" she cried soundlessly as she saw a thick, towering
length of cock throbbing heavily before her eyes. She gazed at it for a
moment, lost in morbid fascination over its primitive appearance, the
pulsing purple veins cording its wide underside and the brittle forest
of blonde pubic hair that curled around its base. She knew it must
belong to the third man, Carl, and she closed her tear-filled eyes
tightly shut when she saw the looming shaft of flesh move forward to
within two inches of her wet, lipstick-rimmed lips. Then she felt
strange fingers fumbling with her mouth, trying to force her jaws wide.
She felt a spongy wet knob of rubbery flesh pressing against her lips.

"Please, please don't," she mumbled piteously between tightly clenched
teeth. But the stocky blonde man placed the flat of his hand against
her forehead pushing it back, and with the other hand was trying to
force the wide fanning head of his excitedly oozing cock between the
lushness of her lipstick-rimmed lips. She felt horror and revulsion and
tried to shake her head away, but it was useless. The determined Carl's
strength was too great and he held her so that she could not move her
head even an inch. She could only clench her teeth and lips together as
tightly as she could and try to keep the vile rod of throbbing flesh
from entering her helplessly vulnerable mouth. But, he would not be
denied his pleasure, not when both of his buddies had already been
enjoying her gorgeous young body. The excitedly perspiring man
increased the pressure until Kathy felt as though her cock bruised lips
were being pushed back through the sharpness of her own teeth. She
heard him groan and push against the plush softness, feeling her jaw
muscles give and part, tiny bit by bit, until suddenly he gave an extra
hard lunge and crushed through the moist, soft opening into the velvety
warmth of her mouth. She could feel the incredible hugeness slither
back over her tongue, filling her cheeks until she was certain she
would gag and choke on the hard fleshy thickness. She struggled against
this obscene rape of her mouth but felt the boy named, Red, fucking
into her from behind, viciously into her already twice fucked cunt,
ramming her forward until the thick pole of flesh imbedded in her face
disappeared deeper between her widely ovaled lips and wedged back hotly
into the narrow channel of her expanded throat.

Her shame and humiliation returned anew as she felt her upraised
buttocks being swept even wider apart by the thick long penis fucking
into her defenselessly exposed pussy. Then, suddenly, it began to ram
wildly against her with a vengeance and frantic growing abandon, and
she could sense the men's hands working at her full milky breasts and
moving insultingly down the split of her ass-cheeks to the tiny
puckered hole of her anus. Carl, in his excited state of animal lust,
fucked his big cock back and forth between her roundly distended lips
as he clamped one hand vice-like behind her slavishly bent head. The
two lust crazed animals quickened and paced their thrusts into her to
match each other's lewdly timed fucking rhythm. Kathy kept her eyes
closed, still, and felt numb to the world around her. Her tortured mind
closed out the reality of the beasts slaving at both ends of her
delectable young body and she barely noticed Red, behind her,
momentarily slowed down his fucking into her helplessly spread loins.

"Hey, Lenny, you'd better throw that switch by the mirror, like June
said," the young boy called out hoarsely to the one man who was still
free to move around the room.



Chapter 8


For almost an hour, Henry had sat nervously in Max Alexander's roomy,
silent office, growing more and more anxious about the reason for his
summons to the company president's private sanctum. Every room on the
top floor of the Alexander Building was thoroughly sound-proofed for
privacy and the young editor fidgeted even more when he realized that
his boss could walk in to the office at any moment, without the
slightest announcement, and interrupt his mental meanderings. As the
minutes dragged endlessly by, Henry laboriously invented and then
discarded dozens of reasons why Max's picture was not included as usual
in the magazine.

Oh, the hell with it, the worried young man finally decided as he rose
from his chair and began to pace quickly back and forth across the
thickly-carpeted floor. If the old man fired him, he and Kathy would be
able to get by a few weeks on the money Kathy had brought home two
nights ago. Just the memory of that strange evening in the kitchen made
Henry slow his steps and a worried frown wrinkled his brow. Though he'd
never asked for details about her windfall inheritance, he had an
unshakable suspicion that Kathy was not telling the entire truth about
where she had obtained the money. The way she talked about the sizable
sum and her newly-awakened interest in the state of their checking
account reminded Henry of how he had felt when he had first started
earning his own living in college, as a reporter on a small town
newspaper. His frivolous young wife had never given intelligent
consideration to money at all, except that it was something she needed
when she decided to go on a shopping spree. But now she seemed to be
getting some peculiar sort of satisfaction from the idea that, all
alone, she had increased their bank account by almost half.

That had to be it, Henry finally decided, shaking his head in
amusement; she had found herself a job. But what could she be doing, he
wondered. Five hundred dollars was a lot of money for a girl to earn
who had married before she had finished college ...

"You still awake in here, Henry?" June's throaty voice broke into his
thoughts. He turned to see her entering from her office, closing the
paneled door quickly behind her. "Max just called and said he's been
delayed. So I'm supposed to tell you about his new idea."

"Fine, June," Henry agreed, almost laughing aloud with relief that he
would not have to answer to Mr. Alexander today about that infernal
picture. He smiled warmly at the voluptuous brunette who had perched
herself impertinently on the edge of Max's desk. "It's about time we
got together anyway," he added. "After all, we're both really public
relations people."

"Ah, we have more things in common than you know, dear," June advised
him with a sly mysterious smile.

Her dark-eyed gaze lingered caressingly on his face for a moment and
then her expression changed, once again becoming businesslike. "Anyway,
now that the profits and sales are up so high, Max thought he might
have a little celebration for the board of directors. A sort of party,
if you know what I mean."

"No, not exactly," Henry admitted truthfully.

"Well, you'll find out in a minute," June shrugged. "He's set up a sort
of preview of the entertainment, so that you can get together and
design a little informational mailer for the members--full color, the
whole works." She paused a moment then added in a voice full of
insinuation, "I'm certain this girl will pose for any pictures you
might want. Max pays her very well."

The young editor was intrigued but asked no more questions. After
having worked with Max Alexander's idea that innumerable pictures of
girls in bikinis were absolutely necessary to the quarterly
corporation, Henry was fairly certain of what the "entertainment" would
consist of. In fact, he was flattered that the company president had
taken the trouble to set up a version of the celebration just for him.
After the accidental omission of Max's picture in the magazine, Henry
had been certain that the boss would dream up some bizarre way to
express his great displeasure with him and the dark-haired young man
could barely believe that he had received no violent repercussions from
the seemingly awful mistake.

"Just watch the mirror," June said softly as she dimmed the indirect
overhead lights in the huge office. "If it gets to be too much for you,
remember I'm right here beside you. I've waited a long time to have you
alone in a situation like this."

"I ... I didn't know that, June," Henry said uncomfortably, confused by
the hot, smoldering glances she was casting provocatively in his
direction. "But what about Mr. Alexander? I heard that, well, he and
you ..."

"Really, I wouldn't worry about that too much. Max is pretty open-
minded when it comes to things like that," the scintillating brunette
purred, swiveling her sexy body around on the shiny surface of the huge
desk so that her dramatically curving form was silhouetted in the light
from the grey-tinted glass behind her. Suddenly a click was heard in
the almost pregnant stillness of the room and June immediately twisted
back around to face the monstrous mirror at the side of Max's desk.
"Now get a grip on yourself, love, because this is going to be a
scorcher ... And remember, I'm right here whenever you need me."

Henry barely heard her as he stared wonderingly at the wall-size
looking glass, his eyebrows raising in surprise as the mirror first
turned dark, then slowly transparent, revealing a sumptuously-decorated
bedroom. He whistled appreciatively as the writhing trio on the bed
came into clear focus, his sparkling eyes drinking in the lewd
sandwiching of a shapely blonde girl between two viciously fucking men.

Then Henry stiffened in his chair, his handsome young face paling as he
blinked his eyes in disbelieving horror. Good God, it can't be!

His mind blanked completely with paralyzing shock for a moment as he
unwillingly recognized his own naked young wife swaying on her hands
and knees like some kind of low animal bitch in heat between the two
dirty-looking unshaven men. They were at each end of her on the
mattress, ramming into her mouth and cunt with their lust-hardened
cocks! And she was not resisting. Hell, she seemed to be enjoying every
obscene second of it! He could see that her eyes were closed and that
her voluptuous nude body was so limp and yielding that it rocked back
and forth almost mechanically as the two strangers fucked brutally into
her ... sometimes simultaneously, sometimes out of rhythm in order to
slam her into the other man's waiting groin. He could not believe it
and rubbed his eyes hard with his knuckles to clear away what might be
... he hoped was ... just a terrible illusion. The young husband wanted
to scream out his pain and horror, to turn and race out of the office
and down the elevator into the street outside, to somehow pretend that
what he saw through the two-way mirror was not true, but his whole body
was immobilized and he sat there unmoving as though his own weight were
too heavy to lift from the chair.

"Surprised to see your little wifey taking on two guys at the same
time--and loving it?" June taunted cruelly. This was what the
embittered mistress had wanted all along--to get spiteful revenge
against couples like the well-educated young editor and his prissy
little wife, the kind of square, narrow-minded people who had always
treated her like trash when they discovered that Max had taken her out
of a cheap nightclub on the wrong side of town to be his mistress but
not his wife. "Actually, it's a compliment, Henry," she went on with
sardonic humor. "Max only buys the best."

The poor little fool had gone to Max looking for a job, Henry realized
as his mind cleared a little. He felt a stab of shame that his own
constant denouncements of her silly extravagances had driven his
impressionable young wife to become so deeply entangled in such a
situation. He tensed his muscles, prepared to rush from his chair and
break into that bedroom if necessary, to rescue Kathy from those lousy
bastards who were so brutally pummeling her helpless body back and
forth between them. But then, he studied the scene in the glass before
him more carefully, sinking back into his chair miserably as he
realized once again that far from resisting, Kathy was almost insane
with ecstasy. He could not get a good look at her face, but she was
grinding her creamy round buttocks back against the loins of the red-
headed youth behind her like a hungry whore as his monstrously thick
cock fucked in and out of her widely expanded little pussy like a
freight train.

Good God, the astonished young editor thought, it was a miracle that
the boy's huge young cock didn't split her body into halves like a
fresh, over-ripened grapefruit. Resentment and jealousy caused his
blood to race like wildfire in his veins as he remembered the countless
nights he had spent trying to coax her to even kiss his cock ... and
yet there she was sucking on that blonde guy's prick like she had been
waiting all her life to have one stuffed into her mouth. His own sweet
supposedly innocent wife was an absolutely wanton bitch as two complete
strangers fucked into her at the same time, driving her tantalizingly
beautiful young body backwards and forwards between them. It was as
though she were just a willing plaything into which anyone could fuck
as though she were nothing more than a common little street whore.

Suddenly he felt a surprising lurch in the crotch of his trousers. His
own prick began to jerk to life from the stimulation of the lewdly
erotic scene before him. His own body was betraying him! Jesus, I'm as
bad as she is, he thought to himself as the uncontrollable rod of flesh
between his legs climbed steadily upwards in unwanted erection.

"So it turns you on watching your wife get fucked by other guys, eh
Henry?" June breathed seductively as she moved down from her perch on
Max's desk and walked seductively over to where the young man was
sitting. Crouching down beside him, she snaked her arm over his thigh
toward the telltale bulge that grew and grew in Henry's pants. "It
turns me on too, dear. Now what are we going to do about it?"



*  *  *

On the other side of the two-way mirror, Kathy moaned ceaselessly as
the two men continued their debasing double assault on her greedily
absorbing body. She was in a trance-like state and was not aware of the
grey-haired Lenny standing by the switch for the two-way mirror,
chuckling lewdly to himself as he imagined the reaction of the watchers
in the next room to the obscene spectacle on the bed.

Only at the outermost boundaries of her consciousness was the girl even
vaguely aware of the men fucking into both ends of her naked body
shouting vile encouragement to each other as they battered her between
them and she rotated her buttocks automatically and sucked obediently
on the thick prick thrusting further and further into her now hotly
sucking mouth.

The trapped young wife no longer felt human but like a great mass of
quivering, sensitive flesh created to be nothing more than a warm
fleshy receptacle into which these men could pump their lewd hot sperm.
She tried not to picture what she was doing, to realize the truth, but
sometimes it was impossible not to. The blonde man's heavy balls banged
against her chin and throat and there was a stale odor of sweat around
his burly loins that filled her nostril with a constant reminder of
what was actually happening to her.

Slowly, the very debasement of her situation tore through her mind and
the very humiliation of the two men buffeting her viciously between
them began to excite her, strangely, more and more. The hidden
resources of desire deep in her belly blossomed out to full bloom once
more and groaning softly, she began to roll her smoothly rounded
buttocks in lewd, luxurious little circles, tightening her ravaged cunt
muscles as tight as she could on the giant fleshy prick skewing into
her from behind. She wanted to milk it dry, to feel the sticky white
sperm squirting into her stomach until it overflowed out her heatedly
working pussy and ran down the insides of her desperately straining
thighs.

Behind her, Red was building toward the end. He began to thrust into
her harder and faster, battering mercilessly against the milky cheeks
of her upturned buttocks with his hard-driving loins. His big meaty
hands gripped her eagerly writhing hips, squeezing the soft flesh into
random crazy shapes beneath his clenching fingers. His lips bared back
against his teeth and he could not close his mouth. He looked down at
the softly rounded curves of the beautiful girl's slender bucking body
and bobbing head and the sight of the lovely young blonde being
ravished from both ends sent chills up his spine.

"Oh shit, oh shit," Carl sputtered from somewhere over her head.
"Christ-almighty, just look at her go, will you!"

The saliva in Kathy's penis filled mouth was becoming thick and sticky
from the emissions of lubricating fluids that seeped from the end of
the lust-hardened cock sunk into the warm working depths of her throat.
She could see Carl's slim hips straining before her face as though he
were in the throes of a spastic seizure. The husky blonde man's strong
fingers wound tightly in her shiny pale coppery hair, pulling her wide-
stretched lips back and forth over the entire length of his thrusting
length of cock flesh. The ravished young wife felt her own excitement
mounting more and more as the granite-hard penis began to throb and
thicken to greater hardness in her hungrily sucking mouth, ramming
forward down to her tonsils as though it were trying to collide with
the mammoth prick pistoning into her belly from behind. She had never
felt so utterly used and debauched in her life and yet every moment
seemed to bring her closer to a brain-reeling orgasm. She sucked with
her mouth and ground her buttocks back wildly as her peak approached.
There was nothing else in the world now but to please these two lust-
crazed men as well as her luscious body could, and to wallow obscenely
in her own pleasure at the same time. Simultaneously with the rising
tide of her climax, she felt the huge cock fucking into her seething
young pussy begin to jerk and inflate. She felt her plush young thighs
and buttocks being swept wider and wider apart as the red-haired youth
drove powerfully into her, shoving his immense male cock as far as it
could go into her belly to cry out aloud and spew his hot white semen
deep into her wildly-constricting cunt.

Kathy humped back on it violently as she felt the milky white fluid
flooding hotly into her dilated womb, filling it until she thought she
would burst open. She felt it dribbling back out of the hair-covered
lips of her widely stretched pussy jammed back against Red's muscular
loins. His bloated testicles slapped maddeningly down against her
clitoris, causing her to lunge spasmodically forward, burying the one
named Carl's swelling penis into her wildly sucking mouth all the way
up to his pubic hair.

Then it too burst forth with a sudden violence, filling Kathy's cheeks
and throat with the boiling pungent liquid until she had to swallow
rapidly to keep from choking on the great gushes of lewdly cascading
sperm. Her lips clasped tightly around the lurching prick, fearful of
losing even one drop of the precious fluid. Still, though, small
droplets oozed from the corners of her roundly ovaled lips and on down
to her chin as the fair-haired man collapsed on the pillows in front of
her, his softening penis finally slipping out limply from her still
greedily sucking mouth. Thin, glistening strands of the viscous milky
fluid connected her lips to the now-deflated cock several inches away
from her face.

The impassioned girl skewered her hips back onto the monstrous slamming
penis still spewing its load into her throbbing cunt and with a wail
from between tightly-clenched teeth, felt her wild fucking body soar up
and explode into what seemed a shower of tiny blazing stars, coursing
through her whole being with an unbelievable ecstasy that sent her
brain whirling crazily, around in lust-dimmed mind.

A moment or so later, her strength was suddenly exhausted and she
dropped heavily down on the mattress as the huge cock popped out
lifelessly from her sperm drenched pussy. Refreshing wafts of cool air
rushed into the now empty opening up between her thighs as her body lay
limp and spent on the sweat-soaked sheets.



Chapter 9


"Well, well, what a charming little family scene," Max Alexander's
voice boomed into the dimness of his palatial office. "The marriage
that stays together, plays together, or something like that, eh
Cummings?"

At the sudden sound of his boss's husky voice, Henry leapt from his
chair, wincing as his rampant cock tore free from June Stillson's
softly caressing hand. Blushing and mumbling incoherent apologies, the
young editor stuffed his rapidly-deflating penis back into his trousers
from where June had pulled it only a few minutes before and zipped up
the fly, fumbling awkwardly in his confusion and embarrassment. But
then, as the perimeter of his vision caught the scene that was still
showing through the transparent two-way mirror, his own wife lying
sated and panting on a bed with two complete strangers' heatedly
expended sperm soaking lewdly up inside her body, something snapped in
Henry's brain and he wondered why in the hell he should feel ashamed
around the very man who had placed his own formerly innocent wife in
such a disgusting and debasing position?

"Yes, something like that, Max?" Henry snarled, startling even himself
as for the first time, he called the company president by his first
name. "But there's more to it than that! My wife got that five hundred
dollars from you, didn't she? Was that generous sum for some other
gang-fuck you set up for her or was it an advance payment if she'd keep
you and your filthy friends happy for a year or two?"

"As a matter of fact, Henry, Kathy had done nothing for me but fuck one
of my friends, a rather harmless little man, earlier this week," Max
said, smiling with cool amusement. "Of course, I did try her out first
and, believe me, she guarded her virtue well until I slipped a little
special aphrodisiac into her drink. However, I noticed that she really
responded, as though she hadn't had a good fuck in her whole life."

"You lousy bastard!" Henry almost screamed with fury. "Then what is she
doing in there with those three dirty bums?"

"I don't know," the middle-aged executive said simply. "Why don't you
ask June?"

The young husband whirled around and caught sight of the beautiful
older woman just as she was about to slip unnoticed back into her
office. With a strangled cry of frustration and anger, Henry walked
quickly across the deeply-carpeted floor and seized her by the arm,
dragging the dark-haired woman back from the doorway and throwing her
brutally down onto a chair.

"Wh-why did you do that to her?" Henry raged down at the gorgeous
brunette, his eyes afire with wrath he felt. "How could you let them
use her like that?"

June stared hatefully up at him and Max for a moment and then slowly
her face relaxed into a smug, satisfied smile. "Henry, dear, you're
forgetting one thing," she murmured venomously. "Whatever horrible
things we made your poor little wife do, she certainly did enjoy them."

Henry did not even have to look back to the obscene tableau taking
place in the two-way mirror to know that the mockingly smiling woman
was speaking the harsh truth. No matter how much she had been drugged,
he reasoned bitterly, Kathy had no right to just surrender that way and
enjoy the animal-like orgy he had just watched. And if she could enjoy
it, well, she was nothing more than a two-bit whore and deserved
everything she had gotten and more, by God.

"Jesus Christ stop smirking, June, and bring the little bitch out
here," Max instructed his raven-haired mistress with the beginning of a
smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. When the tall shapely woman
had left the room, the slightly greying president turned to his young
employee and casually said, "Why don't you pay her back, Henry? Hell,
she's given you enough trouble since you've been married, according to
what I could gather from my conversation with her. Why don't you teach
her a lesson she'll never forget?"

"Christ, I'd like to," Henry muttered, grateful at this point for some
sympathetic understanding, no matter what the source. "I'm damned if I
know what would shock her enough, though. After this, it would have to
be something pretty radical, something so wild that she'd have to come
back to me."

"I think I can help you, son," the older man said with the same smooth
sincerity he had used on Kathy almost a week before. "If I really
thought it would help you two, I'd gladly take the trouble to set up a
party in my own home ... You know arrange some things that would make
this afternoon look like a Sunday school picnic, at least to your
wayward little wife."

"Yes, I guess that's probably what she needs," the handsome, young man
agreed bleakly. His anger was cooling now to a slow festering
resentment and somehow the idea of his once-innocent young wife being
forced into a situation from which only he could rescue her, if he
chose to, filled him with a sort of grim, diabolical satisfaction.
"What time?"

"How about seven o'clock on Sunday night?" Max suggested solemnly,
barely concealing his glee at the success of his cunning new scheme.
"And don't worry, I'll have a few choice pieces for you too Henry, my
boy, so you can have a little fun before the lady begs to be taken
home."

"Great, I'm going to need that," the bright young editor scowled. "I
want to get myself a few phone numbers too, because that little bitch
is going to have to come crawling on her hands and knees before I ever
give her any again."

"Oh, Henry, darling, thank God you're here," Kathy's sobbing voice
suddenly sounded, filling the room as the now fully-clothed girl rushed
in from June's office, her pretty face streaked with tears as she
rushed up to her husband and clung tenaciously to him. "I ... I have to
tell you something. I've done something ... awful ... but I did it for
us. Oh God, I hope someday you'll be able to forgive me!" she babbled
into his lean shoulder, her shame-torn body trembling uncontrollably
with the delayed shock of what had happened to her in the bedroom next
door.

"You don't have to tell me anything, sweetheart," Henry informed her
stiffly, disentangling himself from her as though she were something
filthy. "I just saw what happened in there, and it was charming honey.
I didn't know you were so talented that way."

As she saw the cold distaste in her husband's unsmiling expression,
Kathy instinctively moved away from him. At first, her guilt made her
think that Henry had every right to think of her as contemptible and
unclean, the same way she felt about herself at that moment. But
gradually, as his words registered fully in her tortured mind, she
looked up into his face again, her dark eyes sparking with slowly
kindling anger.

"Did you say that you saw those men rape me, Henry?" she asked with
exacting slowness, as if wanting to be certain of every word. After
what she had just experienced, she wanted to be absolutely certain of
Henry's position. "You sat out here and watched?"

"Was it rape, you little whore?" her husband sneered. "Tell me about
your great-aunt who died, honey. You don't get paid for rape."

Throughout the whole nightmarish week, Kathy had somehow clung to her
sanity with the idea that everything she was doing would ultimately
help her marriage but now even that slim hope seemed to be fading away.
She felt herself losing her last grip on her emotions and through the
stinging tears that brimmed out of her flashing brown eyes, she glared
up at Henry and snapped out, "I didn't get paid for this one, darling.
If it makes you feel any better, you can take my word for it, you just
watched your wife being raped!"

After that, Kathy let herself simply break down like a limp rag and cry
openly. She had no more will to fight him as Henry led her grimly out
of Max's office on their way down to the company parking lot. Neither
of them spoke a word during the long drive home.



Chapter 10


Kathy Cumming's pixy-like face was alight with wonder as Max Alexander
ushered her and Henry into his huge house the following Sunday night.
Even though the address of the Alexander family mansion had suggested
that it would be imposingly grandiose, the awe-struck young blonde had
not expected the sprawling house to be quite so magnificently appointed
and comfortable. Built in the old California-Spanish style of the mid-
eighteenth century, the stark-white walls and red-tiled floors were the
perfect setting for the gay, colorful modern furniture and paintings
that Max preferred. The sleekly-dressed, obviously sophisticated people
milling from room to room in the lavishly-adorned house seemed just as
carefully chosen for decoration as the furniture. Kathy was still not
certain just why she and Henry had to go to this cocktail party,
especially after all they had been through with Max in the last
traumatic week, but Henry had been adamant, ignoring her mild
protestations about the propriety of the whole thing. From the way most
of the men and women were already paired off, drinking and chatting
amiably around the generously-stocked bar and buffet table, the young
blonde sensed that all the guests knew each other very well and she
felt uncomfortably awkward and out-of-place as she followed her husband
meekly to the bar.

Surrounded now by all these elegantly-attired strangers, Kathy wished
fervently she could look to her sullen husband for companionship and
support but since Friday afternoon, he had been as cold and distant as
a stranger. Not that she had worried very much about his cruel,
indifferent attitude toward the humiliation she had endured for the
sake of their marriage; no, she had decided on the ride home from the
Alexander Building that painful afternoon that he would have to learn
to push aside his hurt pride or simply call off the marriage, no matter
how much it would hurt them both. As a matter of fact, today she had
almost reached the point where she was looking forward to the promising
evening here at Max's, if only to have break from the stony, resentful
silence that filled their modest home. Even though she was perfectly
willing to take her share of the blame for what had happened she was
growing weary of Henry's undoubting assumption that everything that
ever had or would go wrong with their marriage was due to her
innumerable shortcomings. In fact, even if he did finally recover from
his anger and shock, she had a strange feeling that she would never be
able to really forgive him for the way he had been treating her.

Something radical had happened to their relationship Friday afternoon
in the company president's office and nothing would ever be the same
again. It was just that Kathy had stopped looking to her self-righteous
young husband for the kindness and understanding she had always assumed
were basic elements in marriage. She was ready now to admit the cold
truth that she had actually enjoyed having sex with Max, with his pudgy
little business associate, and yes, even with those three sadistic
friends of June Stillson! One terrifying week of blackmail and illicit
sex had changed her into something else than a simple innocent wife,
someone wild and free, almost strange. For the first time, she
understood that sex was not just a part of love, but a rewarding thing
all by itself. Yet, how would she ever share this newfound knowledge
with her sulking resentful husband?

The worst part of it, the thing she could not quite admit, not even to
herself, was that she was not sure she would be satisfied with any one
man again. She had experienced as much, and more sheer sexual
fulfillment in the arms of complete strangers than she had ever felt
with the husband she did truly love.

"I'm Will Corbin. Welcome to the club," a friendly masculine voice
suddenly invaded her thoughts.

Kathy looked up in surprise and saw an extraordinarily good-looking man
standing next to her. "Thank you," she smiled sweetly, then asked in
puzzlement, "What club?"

"Oh, that's what we old-timers call the swap group," he explained
genially. "You too should be an old-timer by the time you go home
tonight," he laughed and amended, "after the initiation ceremony I hear
old Max has cooked up for you."

"Oh, yes, of course," the baffled blonde managed to reply as her mind
worked frantically in an effort to understand what the stranger really
meant. Did Henry know, she wondered, or were they both just dupes again
in another one of Max's sadistic sex games.

Quickly collecting her wits, she fluttered her eyelashes up at the man
and murmured, "I certainly hope I'll see you later, but now I have to
go find my husband. I think he has my cigarettes."

Before the attractive well-dressed man had time to offer her one from
his pack, Kathy moved quickly away, then scanned the room frantically
for some sign of Henry. To her relief, she spotted him almost at once,
talking to a sparkling covey of expensively-attired women in a far
corner of the room. Moving closer, she signaled him to come away for a
moment and, after throwing her a look of utter disgust, he finally
disengaged himself from the group and walked reluctantly over to where
she stood waiting by the bar.

"Well, what does my darling little wife want?" he inquired with the
same sneering courtesy he had used with her for the last two days.

Kathy chose her words carefully, determined to find out exactly how
much Henry knew about what was planned for that evening. Assuming the
most sweet and docile expression she knew how, the fresh-faced young
wife humbly murmured, "Darling, I know that you'd just like to be rid
of me for an evening--and believe me, I understand, I really do. I was
thinking that you'd probably have a lot more fun if I just made an
excuse and went on home. I'll take a cab."

Henry stared down at her in astonishment, his sullen anger of the past
few days almost melting at his lovely wife's sudden change of attitude.
For just a moment, he was tempted to put his arms around her lovingly
and say they would now go home. Actually, he was also a little
intimidated by the size of the party Max had arranged for Kathy's
"lesson." But then, just as quickly, his keen smoldering resentment
returned, much too deep and painful to be assuaged by any momentary
sweetness on the part of this treacherous little slut of a wife. His
memory of her naked body writhing shamelessly between those two
strangers' hard pistoning cocks was still too clear in his mind to be
erased by anything rational she might say now. He wanted the vengeance
that Max had promised him and she wasn't going to cheat him out of it.

"No! Stay here, Kathy," he said with more vehemence than he had
intended. Instantly softening his tone, he went on: "There are
important people here tonight who might help advance my career. I don't
want to edit New World Steel for the rest of my life, you know. Now,
dammit, get out there and circulate, unless you really want to be a
stone around my neck."

Without even replying, Kathy pivoted away from him and walked casually
off, only her narrowing eyes showing her true feelings. His biting
words had not actually affected her and she had heard only what she had
been listening for in his words. There was no doubt in her mind now
that Henry was in on the planned "initiation" and she had every
intention of giving her husband exactly what he wanted ... in spades.
If Max and Henry had dreamt up any way to further humiliate and hurt
her, more than they had already, they had a lot more imagination and
gall than she gave them credit for.

"Excuse me, but your name is Kathy Cummings, isn't it?"

The distractingly beautiful girl recognized the male voice this time
and smiled buoyantly up at Will Corbin, the handsome man who had tipped
her off a few minutes earlier to what must be her own husband's
spiteful scheme, "Yes, I certainly am," she said sunnily, wrinkling her
nose cutely as she beamed warmly at him.

"How nice to find a friend among all these strangers."

"Well, I don't know how to say this, but I just found out that you're
not supposed to know about what's happening tonight," he said with a
little shrugging grimace. "Do you think you could manage to act
surprised when whatever happens, happens? I'd hate to ruin everyone's
fun for the evening."

"Don't worry about a thing," Kathy said conspiratorially, winking as
she hooked her hand around his arm. "As a matter of fact, I have a bit
more experience in this sort of thing than the people here think."

A few minutes later, as the guests began to drift out onto the huge
patio that constituted the heart of Max's house, the voluptuous girl
was not in the least surprised when two men approached her and quickly
began to lead her to the far end of the immense grassy enclosure beyond
the myriad of cushions spread on the ground for a purpose that was now
readily apparent to her. Laughing and conversing gaily with her
companions, she gave the appearance of not noticing as they guided her
up to a tiny raised platform built up against the wall of the house.
Willingly stepping behind the blue velvet curtain that shielded most of
the stage-like balcony from the view of the many people in the large
patio, she teasingly rubbed her body against the two men and did not
object as they eagerly began to disrobe her. They were obviously
relieved at her lack of resistance as well as damned excited by her
passionate wrigglings as they teased and stroked her body, moving her
steadily backwards toward a velvet-covered bed placed in the center of
the platform.

It was all pretty much as she had anticipated, after her talk with
Henry, and she smiled with irony to herself as she heard the excited
conversation beyond the stage curtain fade into stillness and Max's
voice boom out broadly to fill the night air:

"Friends, we have a nice little surprise in our entertainment schedule
tonight and, as I'm sure the word has already gotten around, I won't
elaborate. Let's bring on our old friend, Caesar, okay ..."

Seated on the ground below the platform, Henry smiled with vindictive
glee as he saw one of Max's obedient servants come out of the house
with a huge, black German Shepherd dog straining at the end of a short
leash. If anything would ever teach Kathy a lesson, by God, this was
it, he thought bitterly, and he could hardly wait to see the cheating
little bitch's face when she first realized what was going to happen to
her. He didn't even mind now, now that the whole thing was going to
take place in front of Max Alexander's little orgy club, even though he
had to admit that the idea had disturbed him a little at first when one
of the women he had met earlier that evening had casually divulged the
actual function of the group. Hell, he thought, doing it in public
would embarrass Kathy even more completely, and besides, eyeing the two
gorgeous women who had apparently attached themselves to him for the
duration of the show, it was the perfect opportunity for him to get a
little "strange stuff" on the side, just as his wife had been doing
lately behind his back.

The curtain on the stage was drawn slowly open and the audience gasped
in approval as they saw the naked young Kathy seated on the stage bed,
her large eyes already glassed over with anticipatory passion as two
naked men brazenly ran their hands expertly over the most sensitive
secret parts of her body. Henry saw the ferocious-looking dog jump up
on the platform, his deep warning growls scaring the two naked stage
assistants off the platform before he lumbered closer to the bed to
press her knees apart with his nose and sniff automatically at the thin
hair-covered slit between Kathy's slightly open thighs. As quickly as
the men's hands left her body, the shapely young woman had become aware
of the awesome, monstrous animal near her and smiling shallowly with
the first traces of fear as she reached down to pat its great head, she
made the beginning of a movement to close her legs and ease them
cautiously away from the huge beast. Suddenly her eyes jerked wide open
in real terror as the giant German Shepherd growled even more
menacingly, causing her to freeze in the position in which the men had
left her, leaning back on the velvet coverlet, her soft white thighs
still spread wide apart. It was impossible for her to move without
bringing another vicious snarl from the dog, Caesar.

"Mmmmm, he really likes her cunt," a voice rose loudly from the
audience, followed by a flurry of ribald laughter and sporadic
applause. Even in his determination to have his vengeance, Henry could
not help but shiver slightly when the huge black-furred animal moved a
step closer to his defenseless young wife on the lighted stage before
him. His first natural impulse was to leap up and go to her rescue as
he had planned to do eventually, but for some strange reason--one he
could not understand--he decided to wait. The very helplessness of his
beautiful innocent-looking Kathy leaning back on the bed in front of
all these people, shaking with fear before the snarling dog, was
sadistically fascinating to him. He could not even turn away his
solidly-riveted eyes from the sight. The lewd thought of the giant
German Shepherd raping his naked and defenseless wife, right in front
of him and all these other people sent shivers of wicked excitement
tingling through him. And besides, the little whore deserved anything
that might happen to her now, he excitedly rationalized as he reached
out to squeeze the expensively-clad shape of one of the women beside
him.

His thoughts were quickly jerked back to the scene from which his eyes
had not yet wavered. The monstrous dog had lowered his head to his
terrified wife's soft, hair-covered loins and began to sniff in earnest
interest. His brushy tail wagged in evidence of his excitement as
though he had finally found the best mating partner of his canine life.
Despite her firm resolution to "show" her husband, Kathy moaned in
fright as Caesar's cold nose suddenly made shocking contact with her
tiny bud-like clitoris. She tensed as his saliva dripping tongue snaked
out and licked wetly up and down the thinly fringed crevice between her
thighs, the tip burrowing slightly into the wetness of her vaginal
slit. For a moment, she tried to squirm away but Caesar raised his head
and growled again, then began to greedily lap at the narrow pinkness of
the delectable fleshy feast. He ran his tongue hotly up the full length
of it, from the tightly-closed anal opening up over the fluted pink
ridges of her pussy until it grazed the tiny nub of her clitoris at the
top of her pubic mound. His great tongue spread through the silky
softness of the hair-covered swelling like a knife through soft butter.
It flicked relentlessly between the young silken haired girl's
widespread legs, pausing sometimes to curl its way deep inside her. She
winced automatically, squirming under the hot wet onslaught of the
fleshy member lapping and goring her cunt.

Holy Jesus, the wanton cheating bitch was actually moaning as though
she liked it! At first, Henry thought his ears were betraying him but
gradually he realized that the frightened sounds of before were slowly
changing to soft subservient mewls of pleasure, almost inaudible above
the gentle rustle of clothes being discarded throughout the audience.
Not wanting to seem square to the swinging group around him, the
handsome young husband began to fumble with the buttons of his shirt,
but still he could not take his eyes from the unbelievable sight on the
stage before him. He shuddered with forbidden excitement as he saw more
and more of a change coming over his wife and the rest of the audience
as he watched breathlessly. Kathy was apparently oblivious to the
dozens of people watching her lewd sexual display. She was totally
immersed in her own pleasure, her voluptuously naked body writhing as
the saliva thickened animal tongue licked slitheringly and hotly
between her helplessly trembling legs. He saw her raise her hands to
hold them aloft for a moment, as though in indecision, and then drop
them back down again to the sexually excited beast's head.

Closing her eyes to the brilliant lights that flooded the platform, she
grasped the dog's ears and with a deep animal sound of her own, bent
her smooth white legs, lifting them upward until her feet were resting
on the velvet coverlet and the softly curved moons of her cream-white
buttocks were hanging out slightly over the edge of the bed. She pulled
his pointed nose forward into her hungrily moistened pussy. His long
pink tongue thrust up the moist passageway like an attacking lizard,
ravishing her now nakedly grinding loins without mercy. Whines and wild
incoherent groans streamed from her lips, pleading and encouraging the
dumb animal who was salivating so freely between her writhing white
buttocks. The aroused dog worked like the savage creature he was,
driven by the rutting lust of the wild in him. Below, Kathy's husband
watched his wife's milky-white flesh quiver as the lust-maddened animal
lapped wildly at the teasingly open slit. This perverted stimulation
was driving her insane and she squirmed forward so that the snake-like
thickness of his tongue could give her greater and greater pleasure.
She was willingly now rotating her naked white buttocks up against the
animal's hotly burrowing snout, seeming to drown in the weirdness of
the obscene unnatural act. The slavering dog lifted his head from her
moist cuntal opening then, the impassioned young wife cried out in
disappointment. My God, she was actually pleading out for more of the
horrible, debasing excitement as though the very last of her natural
resistance had vanished under the tortured licking of the huge German
Shepherd's tongue. She was enslaved by the huge animal panting over
her, her helplessly quivering body spread-eagled under him as he reared
up between her open thighs to place his forepaws on the softness of her
breasts, his weight forcing her torso down to the mattress. Henry
thought he would pass out from sheer shock as he saw his lust-crazed
young wife reach forward under the dog with one hand to touch the
thinly covered sheath that enclosed his hidden penis. His heart beat
crazily as he watched her take hold of the soft skinned sheath and
begin to milk it, first gently and then with increasing urgency. She
seemed to flinch in fear when Caesar began to respond, his natural
desire flaming up and jerking his muscles to greater life. Seemingly
unaware of the many impassioned eyes trained on her perfect body, she
labored steadily, carefully, gasping for breath as she squirmed back
against the velvet bedcover, pushing the wet swollen lips of her cunt
down hard in a useless attempt to soothe the tingling excitement
growing more and more excruciating down in her defenselessly exposed
loins.

From his choice position in front of the little platform, Henry
observed a bizarre look of almost masochistic pleasure light his sex-
hungry wife's eyes as the glistening red penis slipped out from the
dog's fur-covered foreskin, dancing and jerking lewdly in her hand as
Caesar began to make excited little humping movements and squirt tiny
premature jets of clear, animal-like semen on the sparse blonde pubic
hair up between her widespread legs. The young husband saw his depraved
young wife sob with desire as she clenched her eyes tightly shut and
thrust her smoothly rounded buttocks obscenely upward.

It was a desperate attempt to capture the steadily lengthening shaft
with the hotly pulsing lips of her now more hungrily grasping cunt.
What the massive dog wanted was plain to see--and the beautiful blonde
wanted it too, her white globular ass cheeks lifting of their own
volition and spreading themselves wide apart to his animal desire. The
brutish creature's long hot tongue had lashed her into servile
surrender, crushing her resistance and pride with its unmerciful and
unyielding attack on her softly sensitive vaginal crevice until she no
longer cared what kind of spectacle she was making of herself in front
of her own husband and this lewdly aroused crowd of complete strangers.

The shining scarlet penis had slipped all the way out of its furry
casing, dripping steadily from the tapered tip, dancing in the young
girl's eagerly waiting cuntal crevice as the huge dog jerked nervously
with the anticipation of sinking the thick shaft into her helplessly
spread body. Henry saw his passionately writhing young wife continue to
grind her cunt toward the long throbbing dog prick like a female bitch
in heat and the very thought of his own Kathy actually wanting to be
fucked by this brute of a dog sent another electric chill of unwanted
sensation through his loins. His own heart was starting to pound like a
tom-tom and he frantically tore the rest of his clothes off, tossing
them aside just as the sharp tip of Caesar's cock began to jab
rhythmically between his wife's eagerly spread legs, trying to enter
her, missing again and again and even prodding accidentally down
against her tiny cringing anus once or twice.

The slender, wide-eyed editor saw his blonde bride of less than a year
wince and tense, jerking in an attempt to evade the bending, up-
slipping prod in sudden, second thought fright, but the dog returned
immediately to the attack after having had his first taste of success.
Henry held his breath as he sat watching the huge dog bucking hard
against his moaning wife, attempting to skewer her on the shiny head of
the ever-lengthening tower of long, dripping animal penis. At last, in
desperation, Kathy shamelessly grasped the dog's rigid prick with one
hand as with the fingers of the other she parted the thin hair-lined
lips of her vagina, holding her mouth open in a widely ovaled "O" as
the giant German Shepherd jerked forward and suddenly buried his huge
penis deep up into the moistly waiting mouth between her legs.

"Ooooohh! Aaaaahhh, yeeeeesssss!" The whole patio was filled with her
moans of wild abandonment as Caesar humped more heavily forward and
sank the full length of his lust-hardened animal cock mercilessly up
into her quivering belly. The thick cock raced in, in, in, deep into
the squirming girl's voraciously clasping cunt, filling her completely
with its scarlet driving length. Henry's eyes bulged out in disbelief
as he watched the lewd thing slither forward with a wet rush until it
was in her all the way up to the hilt, its very roots straining out of
the hairy sheath, the sperm-swollen balls finally thumping wetly
against the upturned cheeks of her firm white buttocks. Further moans
of relief came from Kathy's lips, her lovely young face contorting
under the lights in a lewd smile of ecstasy as she began to
rhythmically rotate her hips to meet the heavy thrusts of the excitedly
panting dog. Even as the beast's forelegs pinned her flat down on her
back to the bed, she began to undulate the cream-white cheeks of her
ass upwards, abandoning herself completely to the delicious animal
fucking she was receiving in front of Max Alexander's whole sex group.
Her glazed brown eyes were opened wide in rapturous wantonness and her
large firm breasts danced and bounced in little quivering motions as
the dog pounded his poker-hot thickness into her eagerly accepting
cunt.

The flabbergasted young husband shifted his gaze a little and was
astonished even more for a moment at the sight of naked people
passionately making love on the grass all around him. For the first
time he realized that his own penis was throbbingly erect and that the
beautiful naked woman to his right was caressing it hungrily as she
gazed enviously toward the stage.

The filthy, fucking bitch, the goddamned whore, she loves it! Henry
repeated over and over to himself. His own sweet little wife was
actually loving the lewd bestial act she was committing here, in front
of all these naked people, who were so worked up by the sight of the
unnatural act being performed so wantonly before their very eyes that
they had completely lost control of themselves!

Christ, people whispered, Max had outdone himself this time. Henry
could not believe it ... it was impossible ... and yet his breath, too,
was coming in tight, quick gasps and his heart was pounding fiercely.
The burning sensation in his slim, tensed loins grew with maddening
intensity with every moment he watched his innocent young wife being
fucked half to death by the hotly slavering dog. The brown-haired young
man was beginning to perspire in the warm night air and his mind
whirled as he fought against the strange stirrings of desire in his
virile young body from the sight of his own wife being brutally
violated by the huge German Shepherd. But even then the lewd spectacle
sent another chill of pleasurable feeling coursing through his loins
and he could now sense the seeping wetness of his semen at the end of
his involuntarily hardening prick, lubricating the cool female fingers
that were skillfully massaging him into greater and greater hardness.

Then, suddenly in the midst of his reverie, a piercing scream rang out
unexpectedly from the stage and Kathy's loins rammed up against
Caesar's furry belly just as he lurched forward and his scarlet cock
began to jerk out its hot sticky load of sperm in hard jet-like spurts
far up inside her animal-ravaged young pussy. The passion-crazed young
woman's buttocks began to pitch and toss crazily, signaling her own
orgasmic upheaval deep in her quivering white belly. Thick white liquid
oozed from the tightness of her vagina where it clasped and sucked at
the hotly erupting prick, soaking her backside and the crevice between
her wildly jerking legs as she groaned loudly and humped her open
vagina forward to drive the heavily panting dog's cock deep into her
stomach for the last time. The still-spewing length of red hardness lay
buried completely up inside her for another long, passion-filled second
as Caesar whined and shuddered, his lower body jolting helplessly
forward as the last dregs of his warmly spurting animal sperm splashed
wetly back against the lusciously beautiful girl's hungrily sucking
womb.

Great raucous waves of appreciative applause began to surge through the
patio even before the blue velvet curtain had finished being drawn
across the stage. The hand-clapping quickly ceased as the guests
regained interest in their own naturally lewd preoccupations. After
everyone seemed to be lost in sexual involvement once again, Henry rose
from his seat, good-naturedly squeezing the naked breast of the girl
beside him before he walked away.

As he slowly mounted the stage stairs, his thoughts were a mixture of
anger and pride at his passionate young wife's lewd, unnatural
performance. According to all the rules of conduct he had ever known,
he had always assumed that an unfaithful wife was a bad and wicked
woman. Now, though, he did not know what to think because his own male
cock was harder than he ever remembered it being--all because of what
he had just witnessed.

Behind the curtain it was dark but still he could barely make out
Kathy's beautiful violated body lying sprawled across the bed, the lewd
white dog-sperm still glistening on her nakedly trembling thigh where
the animal's withdrawing prick had smeared it.

"Henry ..." He heard Kathy's voice as she weakly lifted her head from
the velvet coverlet.

"Don't say anything, bitch," he snarled, searching his brain for some
significant way to show her that it was him, not the dog or Maxwell
Alexander or anyone else who had the right to her perfect young body.
His eyes glinted coldly in the dim light as he snapped out, "Turn over,
you little cunt, and kneel up. Now it's my turn for some of that
community pussy of yours!"

Kathy obeyed wearily, too exhausted emotionally and physically by her
ordeal with the dog to resist. She had been just as shocked as Henry or
anyone, when her body had begun to respond to the ferocious animal and
now she did not know what to think about herself. Perhaps it was true
that she was nothing but a dirty whore, a slut who would "take on" even
a dog. She wanted nothing more than to be punished by the only man she
had ever truly loved, her husband Henry. She rolled wearily over and
pulled her knees up under her, against her belly, until her smooth
white buttocks rose high up in the air.

"You're mine, you little bitch," Henry hissed as he crawled up on the
bed behind her and suddenly pried apart her naked ass cheeks with both
hands. Moistening one finger in the wetness of the dog-sperm still
trickling lewdly from her pussy, he moistened the cringing little
nether ring of her anus and then pushed his finger in with a cruel hard
thrust that sank it deep up inside. "Just to show you who's boss around
here, I'm going to fuck you in the ass, you hear, right here in your
ass," he mumbled punctuating his words with small jabs and rotations of
his finger imbedded deep in her tightly-clenching little anal hole.

Below him, Kathy pressed her lust-scented face into the mattress to
keep from crying out from horror and the discomfort of what he was
doing. It was certainly less than she deserved, she reminded herself,
but she had no right to protest at anything her husband might do to her
now, not after the ghastly thing she had done with that dog tonight.
Through the haze of her misery, she felt Henry stretching the smooth
white orbs of her nakedly trembling buttocks cruelly away from each
other until cool rushes of air wafted against the hot valley between
her open legs. Tears of fright and shame soaked the velvet bedcover as
she realized that her own husband was really going to sink his long
hard cock deep into her tight, tiny rectum in a somehow even more
unnatural act of lust than the one she had just experienced.

The frightened blonde wife was aware of the tiny ring of her anal flesh
throbbing in abject defenselessness as Henry rose to his knees behind
her. No matter how terrible it would be, she was determined to be as
brave as she could and accept the just punishment for her lewd actions
a few moments ago on the stage. She gasped fearfully as she felt
Henry's thick rubbery cock-head press hard into the moist naked split
of her ass. She swallowed a scream of pitiful anguish as he lunged
forward with a loud grunt, forcing the knobby tip of his hard throbbing
prick into the rubbery confines of her tightly-resisting anal passage.

Mustering courage she never knew she had, Kathy gritted her teeth
bravely and thrust her slavishly upraised buttocks back toward him, her
brown eyes gaping wide-open in agony as she felt the blunt intrusion of
her husband's rock-hard cock sliding into her virginal backside until
at last, the coarse hair of his groin grazed teasingly into the
youthful white orbs of her warmly rounded buttocks. His rapidly-beating
prick was suddenly buried in her unused, innocent young rectum all the
way to the hilt!

As Henry felt the velvety, tightly clinging skin of her back-passage
stretched warmly over his deeply imbedded cock, he began to fuck in and
out of her satiny rectum with greater enthusiasm, his trim pelvis
smacking sharply in heavy buttock- flattening strokes against his
moaning wife's softly quivering ass cheeks. Then, as he began to
realize that she was not struggling against him, but actually fucking
back with the tightly clenching tunnel of her rectum and meeting his
every thrust, he felt his anger begin to melt ... perhaps for good.
Despite everything that had happened in the last week, he knew that he
would never love anyone the way he loved Kathy now and what other woman
would allow her husband to use her body so cruelly without even a
whimper? he asked himself.

"Am I hurting you, honey?" he whispered gently, slowing his excited
strokes into her now eagerly clinging rectum.

The pain had faded and Kathy smiled to herself as she heard the
surprising solicitude in her husband's loving tone.

"Can you ever trust me again?" she gasped out through the pleasure that
was building higher during every minute of their weird new sex
partnership. "And do you really love me?" she asked timorously.

"Does it feel like I love you?" he groaned as he ground his lust-
hardened cock deep into the sensitive depths of her excitedly clinging
rectal passage. Reaching down beneath her nakedly writhing belly to rub
his fingers tantalizingly over her hard, erected clitoris, he felt his
hand grow sticky with the warm fluids still oozing from her ravaged,
still wide-stretched pussy. "I even love you with dog cum and all up in
you," he finally admitted with a kind of smile in his voice.

"Then you can't hurt me, darling," Kathy said, laughing aloud in pure
joyous relief at his warm words. As if to underline her statement, she
drove her voluptuous young ivory loins back toward her husband's
welcome cock, gasping with delight as it reamed farther and farther up
into the depths of her hotly absorbing belly. She knew now that his
approval was all she had ever needed, and she knew too that the two of
them would be able to get along very well on just Henry's salary and
nothing more ...


The End