Kim Stevens for just three months now, Mrs. Curt Stevens, wiped the tear from her cheek as she dutifully made her new husband's sandwich and put it into the brown paper bag. She had never expected that he would have to eat his lunch out of a sack like this when she married him, but that was but a tiny inconvenience. She didn't mind making him sandwiches. What bothered her was that she had to do it because they were too short of money for him to be able to eat in a restaurant the way other men of his calibre did. It was that that had led to her unhappy frame of mind this morning.
Curt had been in a foul mood lately, for at least the last month, since he had come to the realisation that he wouldn't be progressing very rapidly, if at all, in this company he had just gone to work for, Manson amp; Harvey International. It seemed that he was just doing mundane paper work, that he was what he called "a glorified secretary" and that he would not soon or ever have the opportunity to travel abroad and arrange for the big import and export deals he had dreamed of doing when he was in college studying his courses in international business. Now he was dreadfully disappointed in his position and seemed to be taking his frustration out on Kim.
Which wasn't fair at all. Kim was the most even-tempered and tolerant companion that most men would ever see. But Curt's behavior was beginning to drive her to desperation.
When they had met at the University seven months before, Kim had seen all her dreams of an ideal family life coming true. She had known a lot of boys in high school, none of whom impressed her as having the mettle it would take to be decent husbands. She had been pursued by the most popular athletes, student politicians, and scholars, and as the prettiest girl ever to have attended the high school, would have been an easy winner in any of the beauty contests. She had disdained all these things and kept with her studies, resolved to becoming a career girl and helping her widowed mother survive the poverty they had always been plagued with. It was at the end of her first semester in college that she had met Curt and the ensuing romance had eclipsed all those wonderful plans of a career.
She had asked her husband-to-be if perhaps she shouldn't go on and finish her degree before quitting to become a full-time housewife, but Curt, an honor student with boundless ambition and self-confidence, had assured her that he would soon be making quite enough money to take care of the both of them and her lonely mother in Kansas. She should stay home, keep herself healthy, and make the house ready for the children they would soon be creating.
It was after graduation that their plans hit a snag when the job Curt had been promised had suddenly been given away to the company president's new son-in-law, leaving Curt with not his second or even third choice, but actually the last choice of all the firms he had applied for. His secondary choices had already been filled and Manson amp; Harvey had been the only company with a position still vacant. And the disappointment and disruption of their plans was causing a great strain on their relationship. Not that Kim was that upset. It wasn't Curt's fault. It was just that his reaction to the situation was to abuse Kim because of it. He wouldn't look at her, or talk to her, and what was worse, he couldn't even make love to her anymore. He had become totally impotent. He couldn't even make love to her anymore, and the harder they tried to make it happen, the softer he became.
When Kim had married Curt, just three months before, a few days before her nineteenth birthday, she had been a virgin. She had saved herself for marriage faithfully all through high school, and had been as eager and responsive as any new bride could be. They had saved all their money to honeymoon in Hawaii and had enjoyed a part of paradise as Curt had helped her explore her own sexual responses. She had found them to be strong, indeed, overwhelming, when Curt touched, caressed, and penetrated those secret parts of her body.
"Here's your sandwich, darling," Kim said when Curt came through the kitchen.
As usual lately, Curt's eyes avoided her as he took the bag from her with a grunt and walked sullenly out the door. He was usually so sweet, but now it seemed there was almost nothing left between them, and after only three months of marriage. Tears welled up again in Kim's beautiful eyes and she made up her mind then and there that she would do what Curt himself had been too proud to do for himself.
In the bedroom, Kim took her robe off and began looking for her best clothing. She had never had the money for nice clothes and her newest dress was almost two years old. Her underwear was equally antiquated. She stopped briefly before the full-length mirror on the wall to give her naked body a critical look. She had never been a vain person. She lacked the money to dress herself up, but she made a terse mental comment to herself that she looked good. The skin was creamy and flawless, with a slight olive tinge to it, her legs long and statuesque with firm,full thighs and beautifully turned calves. Her belly was flat, no baby growing there, yet her hips flaring perfectly. She did think her breasts were quite a bit too large, though they were round and firm to the point of being hard. The nipples, now relaxed and quiescent, grew to hard red points when Curt excited them with his mouth and the aureoles were a bright pink and the size of silver dollars. Turning sideways, she decided that her buttocks were a bit too big and round, though they were full and bouncy. She decided she would have get more exercise and spread less butter on her bread. She gave a quick brush with her fingertips to the sparse blond bush of her pubis and she felt the darts of pleasure striking into her womb at just that tiny touch. She moaned spontaneously and squeezed her thighs together to stop the spasms of need that shook her belly. It had just been too long since Curt had given her what in the first two months of their marriage she had come to need almost as much as the breath of life. She knew then that she had to get Curt straightened out and back in working order or that their marriage and her whole plan for life would come down around her ears.
Kim put on her best old underwear and her best old dress and her best old shoes. The person inside was the best young woman around, the purest and most beautiful, so she made up her face but lightly and took special care to have her hair perfect. She smoothed any creases out of her blue dress and slung her purse over her shoulder.
Half an hour and a bus ride later she was sitting in the waiting room outside the office of Ike Harvey of Manson amp; Harvey International. Harriett, the secretary, announced her over the intercom and Mr. Harvey's gruff-sounding voice came back asking if it was important, did she have an appointment.
"She's very nice looking, Mr. Harvey. You might want to talk to her."
The intercom clicked off and Kim sat waiting. She was dreadfully nervous and suddenly wished she hadn't come. But she had to get some consideration for Curt or her dream life would come to a horrible end.
The intercom buzzed and Harriett said, "You can go in now, Mrs. Stevens."
Kim rose on shaking legs and went through the door into an enormous office. The desk was expansive, heavy, and crescent shaped. The room was also furnished with a couch and chairs, coffee table, bookcases and a bar. Behind that desk sat a man of about fifty-five with a pot belly, broad shoulders, a balding head and piercing grey eyes. He exuded power and a kind of predatory, pragmatic aura. Kim was immediately intimidated anew.
All at once, Harvey smiled. "My God, I believe you're the nicest looking girl that's ever walked through that door. It shouldn't be difficult to place you somewhere in the organisation. Are you interested in public relations?"
Kim hesitated. "Uh, Mr. Harvey…" And then she smiled, for his broad smile and friendly manner had totally disarmed her.
"Really, Miss, you could even get by without having to type very well. We might be able to find you a place in the reception office." His eyes devoured her. "Like a drink?"
"Y-yes, that would be nice," Kim stammered.
"Sit down, my dear," Harvey said, crossing to the bar where he began mixing screwdrivers, making sure Kim's was especially strong in alcohol.
Kim took the drink from him and sat on the couch. She had never drunk but once in her life and she felt the sweet and tasty drink warming her stomach and within five minutes she would feel it warming her senses as well. Still, her nerves were on edge inasmuch as Harvey thought she was here to apply for a job when she was actually here to ask a favor of him he might not be eager to grant.
"I think the public relations department is the right place for you," he said when he saw she had finished her drink. The second cocktail was in her hands almost instantly, and she had to drink half of it down before she had the courage to stop him and tell him what she had to say.
"Uh, Mr. Harvey, I have to apologize to you. I'm not here to apply for a job. I'm here to speak to you about my husband."
Harvey gave her a blank look. "I don't understand."
Kim got up and went to his desk. "My husband, Curt Stevens, he works for you. I'm here to ask you if you can't arrange for him to be promoted. He's working far below his potential."
Harvey stared at her a moment, then his face went dark. "You actually came in here to try to induce me to promote your husband out of turn?"
"He's been here three months already. He deserves a raise."
Harvey stood up and leaned over the desk, his eyes blazing,
his face turning red. "Never, in all my thirty years in business, has any man under me done anything so unethical and dishonest as to send his wife in to beg for a promotion." He blustered around the desk like an angry bull. "I don't see anything else to do but give the bastard his walking papers. Fire the bum and get his ass out of this company."
Kim stood there, incredulous. "Fire him? Oh, you can't do that. It would ruin everything."
"Look, lady. Everybody in this company works their way up through honest effort. Nobody sends their wife in to tease the boss into giving it to them."
Kim was sobbing now, knowing that she had made things so much worse than they ever could have been without her meddling. "He didn't send me in. I'm not here to tease you."
Harvey calmed visibly. "Not to tease me?"
"No."
"And your husband didn't send you? He doesn't know you're here?"
"No, sir." Kim's hands were on her cheeks in dismay. "It's just not fair to fire him because of what I've done. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to cause any trouble. Things have been so bad lately."
"Still, it's an insult to me," Harvey said. "And a serious breach of etiquette. How can a man who can't control his wife handle any responsibilities in this company? A man like that would have to be dismissed."
Kim lost all her composure at that point and fell to the floor sobbing. Ike Harvey rounded his desk and took her firmly by the shoulders and helped her to the couch. Her face fell against his chest and she sobbed out the frustration and loneliness of the last five weeks.
Harvey said, in a much softer voice, "Suppose you tell me all about what's going on. Maybe you have a reason for all this, maybe you're not here to tease."
The young bride lifted her tearful face up and opened her eyes to the man who was hatching one of the most diabolical schemes he had ever tried to put into effect. He remembered the guy now, Stevens, Kirk, or something like that. He remembered that the young man had insulted him in the elevator some weeks ago, not knowing who Harvey was, had called him a fat old man. Ike was heavy, he admitted, but not fat, and he could never brook such an insult without seeking of some kind of revenge. That was why Stevens had been kept at the bottom and not moved to a junior management level soon after his arrival, why he would stay there until Ike was satisfied that he had been punished. That was why he hadn't been summarily fired. Ike had wanted to keep him around to see what could be done.
And now his breathtaking young wife had come along with the answer to the question. Ike Harvey fully intended using Stevens' innocent young bride for his revenge.
"So what are we going to do about this?" Harvey posed the question. "I can't just let it go by. I'm sure you came to tease me into acceding to your wishes. You're going to have to prove to me that you're not a tease."
"Anything," Kim conceded. "Only don't tell him, don't fire him. He'd kill me."
"I'll have to put him on probation. And you as well. I'll have to see just what you're willing to do in the future to make amends for all this."
Kim tried to smile. "You'll see how well he can do. And I'll help him."
"Then you're willing to do what you must to help your husband rise in the company, and to keep his job, at the very least."
Kim's eyes were drying now and she wiped her cheeks. "Yes, I'm willing to help in your public relations department, go to the parties, whatever it is that he has to do to make things better for us."
"You realize that you'll be given specific tasks to do on your own, without your husband."
"I'll do it," she said eagerly.
Ike smiled. "That's good. Now you're going to have to prove it to me. Why don't you start by telling me what brought this all on?"
Kim tried to speak and the tears began to flow again. "He's so frustrated. It's affecting our whole lives. We used to be so happy."
Ike smiled, slipping his arm around her shoulders. "You mean he's stopped being a husband to you?"
Kim shook her head. "He's stopped being."
Ike smiled again. "You mean it's affecting your love life. He can't make love to you anymore?"
Kim's eyes searched his face miserably. It was as if he were reading her mind. "Y-yes, I guess so."
"Are you telling me he's impotent, that he can't get it up?"
Kim stared at him in astonishment, then broke down in sobs.
Ike cradled the young woman against his chest and spoke to her softly. "There, there, my child, it can't be as bad as all that. There's always a way to remedy every situation."
"How?" Kim cried. "We have so little as it is. When we don't even have love left between us."
"Well, think of how bad it will be if he loses his job," Ike said, reminding her that even that was in jeopardy. Still…
"But if a young girl has that, that physical fulfilment, the joy of sex, she can forget about a lot of the hardships that she has to go through in her marriage. She needs a man's touch. Her body craves it. It calms her nerves and her soul." Harvey, one arm around her shoulders, moved the other hand up to one of her full, round breasts, stroking lightly, feeling the shape of the throbbing orbs.
Kim caught her breath, vaguely aware, through the haze of the alcohol he had pushed on her, that she was being touched in a place that only Curt had touched her before. He was touching her breasts and she remembered the times in high school when the football players she had gone out with had tried to put their hands inside her blouse. And she remembered that she had pushed them away as roughly as she could. And then she remembered that she was in Ike Harvey's office and that she and Curt were "on probation" and that if she did anything at all to offend this man that her husband would know that she had come here and that he would lose his job and that he would be destroyed inside himself and that their marriage and their relationship and their sex life and her dream life would all be destroyed because she had offended this very rich and powerful man who now wanted to touch her beautiful, tender white breasts.
So she forced herself to relax and let him run his hands over the fabric covered mounds and she felt her flesh tingling in spite of herself. It was the kind of touch she had been missing from her beloved Curt and she felt her nipple area contract against her will. So she let him do it because she was frightened and desperate and because the alcohol had clouded her judgement and left her without her usual moral defenses.
"A healthy young woman like you needs what a man can give her," Harvey droned. "Society says you must leave it out if your husband can't do it for you. They say you must forget the joy of having a man's hands running gently over your breasts, like this." And Harvey undid her top buttons and slid his hand slowly inside, across her bra-encased tits. His other hand slid down over her shoulder and found the snap that held the bra in place and released it and with a grunt of approval he slid the caressing hand under the loosened undergarment and palmed the huge firm mound. The hard nipples rasped against his palms, so excited that he could hardly believe it. "A girl loves to have her breasts caressed and squeezed when she's feeling insecure." And Ike squeezed them just as he said, and heard her sigh almost inaudibly. At first, her body was tense, but as the sweet sensations grew, she melted against him, resigning herself to the fact that he held her future in his hands figuratively even as he held her breasts in his hands literally.
"You know what your body craves," he crooned in her ear, kissing her cheek lightly. "And he hasn't been giving it to you the way you need it. Your nipples are so hard. I've never felt harder nipples, or tits so big and round and firm."
Kim winced inwardly at the word "tits" but the mild shock was not enough to break the spell he was weaving over her alcohol numbed senses.
"Just think of Kirk's hands running gently over your lovely tits, bringing all the pleasure into them that they can possibly feel, and then the ecstasy when his mouth covers your pink, tingling nipples." And Ike Harvey, his mouth watering, covered one of her pink and erect nipples in a deep sucking kiss. His hands and mouth travelled freely now over the young bride's burning flesh, recalling the wonderful feelings she had formerly only enjoyed with her beloved husband. His hands kneaded the doughy mounds and tested their weight and shape and firmness and he marvelled at the size and consistency of them. Breasts as large as these usually fell or sagged, but these had as yet not surrendered to the ravages of gravity. Her whole body was gradually losing its rigidity, becoming putty in his hands.
He pushed the dress back over her shoulders, down over her upper arms, baring her to the waist, and covered her whole torso with the most tender caresses he was capable of, her shoulders, her neck, the under-sides of her breasts, he even licked her moist but sweet-smelling armpits. He caressed her smooth belly and the innocent indentation of her navel, pushing the fabric downward until he had found the top of her panties.
Ike couldn't believe how easy this had been. First, he had given her a stiff dose of alcohol, though not a lot for a drinker, scared her a little, and then stroked her a little. The little bitch must have a low tolerance for alcohol and a very high need for sex. Lots of hormones and insecurity. Great nerve endings. Whatever. She was going to get what he wanted her to have: eight inches of cock.
Kim's eyes opened wide as Ike's hands took her dress and the waistband of her panties and began working them over and off her plump buttocks and trim hips. She opened her mouth to make some kind of protest but before she could say a word, Ike was speaking softly and planting light kisses on her uplifted tits.
"I think it's wonderful that you're doing this for your husband, so that he can keep his job and move up in the organization," he muttered in between his kisses. "And to think I believed you were only here to tease me."
Kim froze. So this was it. If she stopped him, she was teasing him, exactly what she had sworn she wasn't doing. And his words made it also very clear that Curt would lose his job if she didn't let him remove her clothing. They also implied that he would move up in the organization if she co-operated. The fact was, it was unthinkable that she should let another man be this intimate with her, but what was she to do? Was there any alternative to letting this man kiss and bare her body this way? But then again, it felt so good.
Harvey pulled her clothing down over the smooth expanse of her belly, down to her thighs, revealing the puffy, pouting mound of tender vulval flesh and the vulnerable layer of blond hair feathering out from the cleft between her labia. She lifted her thighs slightly to allow him to remove them all the way, and he slid them down and off her feet. She wore no stockings or pantyhose. The only ones she had had in the house were old and had horrendous runs. As he gazed hungrily at her thighs and belly, she was glad that she had not bothered to wear them. She would have hated him to see her in runny hose.
Ike ran his hands briefly over her belly and thighs and then gently parted her legs so that he could feast his eyes on her sweet and vulnerable pussy. Kim watched him, knowing not what to do. No man besides Curt had even seen her there and now this man, his boss, had his face almost between her thighs. She felt, in the back of her mind, that she should jump up and run, but she fought down her revulsion, determined that when she left the office today she and Curt would be no worse off than when she had come.
Ike parted her lush thighs and raised them so that her knees were in the air and her heels were naturally resting on the cushion of the couch. He stroked the insides of her thighs, noticing that she had averted her face and would not look at this intimate inspection of her genitals. He smelled the gentle musty aroma of her vagina, ran his fingers over the tender, furry labia, stroked the downy hair he found there, and gently probed into the slit, finding it already wet. With his thumbs he parted the fat lips, and her pussy flowered open to reveal its pink inner surfaces, the tiny nubbin of her clitoris, and the small, delicate, teardrop-shaped orifice of her vagina. His mouth watered as he lowered his face to that glowing, steaming area and went to work with his tongue and lips.
Kim caught her breath, as her hips jerked and her legs automatically flew wide apart at the wicked, delicious feelings that shot through her. He was putting his mouth on her most private intimate spot and it felt so good. That is, it felt good to her body, which responded against her wishes, and her mind, her half drunk, overwrought, innocent mind, had no power to reason under these circumstances. She only knew that the long-neglected nerve endings in her breasts and pussy and her whole body in general were responding to the attention she had been forced to submit to when she had come in to this office and made the biggest mistake of her young life.
Ike's tongue lapped happily over her fragrant slit, tapping rapidly on her blazing clit, drilling into her softening vagina, digging at her tight, pink anus beneath, and catching on his tongue the liquid lubrication that flowed in response to his titillating ministrations. He worked his hands under the round buttocks and, spreading them, licked freely at her twitching anus, that private opening no one had ever before touched, except she herself when she had to wipe. Curt had never touched it, and now his middle-aged boss was licking it!
Kim's body responded in the same way any healthy young female body would to such attention. She jerked and squealed and squirmed and opened her legs wide to the avidly lapping male tongue at her cunt. He pushed his tongue lovingly inside her silky-walled vagina, tasting her slippery, fragrant secretions. He feasted at the well of her femininity and dipped his hungry tongue into her wildly twitching asshole. Her body shook and quivered as her voice rose in unconscious moans, grunts and wails of ecstasy. Curt was forgotten. He had become part and parcel of this wonderful feeling that filled her fertile womb and shook her senses and made her emotions soar to undreamed of heights of mad orgiastic pleasure.
Ike knew how to eat pussy, for he had eaten many a woman's pussy in his long and lecherous life. But never had he enjoyed so much performing oral sex on a female as he did on this one. He knew he would soon be fucking her tender, innocent cunt, but the pleasure was much enhanced by the knowledge that he was taking his revenge on her husband for having insulted him in the elevator that day two months before. Now he was enjoying the sweet cunt of the wife of the man who had insulted him and was about to treat her to a taste of what it was like to be fucked by the mammoth cock he kept in his pants and feel his hot sperm shooting up into her fertile young womb. Revenge was so sweet!
Kim felt her body arching like a bow, an explosion building in her womb, blossoming throughout every nerve. It was coming, the orgasm she occasionally experienced when Curt made love to her, the shaking of her universe, the fulfilment of her body and soul, the opening of her womb to the seed he would pour into her and fertilize her with so that she would become pregnant with his child. Of their own volition her legs rose and her feet were lifted high in the air as she awaited her reward.
And then Kim groaned with disappointment as the loving mouth suddenly withdrew from her sizzling crotch and the cooler air of the room rushed in and left her unfulfilled. With a pout she opened her eyes and looked up at Ike Harvey
Ike had just shed his shirt and was unbuttoning his trousers. The girl watched spellbound as this powerful, thin-haired man dropped his pants to the floor and pushed his shorts down. His monstrous cock, eight inches of it, and nearly two inches thick, sprang stiffly out from his loins. It was like a baby's arm with a small tomato in the hand, a purple-tipped cudgel of masculinity that filled her with awe. It passed through the back of her mind that any woman who received that penis into her vagina would most assuredly die either of pleasure or internal haemorrhage.
Ike stepped out of the puddle of clothing at his feet and, still wearing his socks, walked the few steps to the couch, his pot belly shaking slightly and his incredible cock waving from side to side with each step he took. Kim gazed fearfully up into his eyes, realising at last what she had actually refused to admit to herself all through the incredibly pleasurable moments before: That he fully intended to have sexual intercourse with her, right here in his office, while somewhere downstairs her husband was trying to eke out a living for the both of them.
"Don't worry,baby," Harvey grunted. "You'll love it, and your little hubby will thank you for it someday." He ran his hands over her body for a while, savoring the feel of her perfect shape. Then he gently rolled her over onto her face and slowly tugged her into a kneeling position so that her hands and knees supported her weight and her lovely breasts pointed downward and her lovely buttocks pointed upward.
Ike moved up behind her, holding his massive cock in his hand and pointing it straight at the center of her sex. Her hot, succulent slit beckoned to him, drawing his cock to the center of her needing femininity. He parted the ample labia with his thumbs and moved the tip of his cock toward the tiny, wet opening. Then he paused. Kim was looking back over her shoulder, fearfully awaiting the penetration she knew was coming, her beautiful blue eyes wide with fear and wonder and, yes, desire. She closed those beautiful eyes and a fat tear squeezed out between her lids and rolled down her pink cheeks. She was still very aware of the import of what was about to be done to her, and she was terrified.
Kim prayed that someday Curt would forgive her, just as she prayed that he would never know that another man's cock was about to be thrust deep into her vagina, the vagina she had vowed in the church would never be touched by another man. She bit her lip, barely able to control her grief at the thought that, through her own stupidity, she was about to break that vow.
Ike moved the swollen tip of his rock-hard prick up the to opening of her pussy, moving it up and down the slit to push the fine, straight hairs aside and seat the perforated, mushroomed tip over the small orifice that led to the girl's almost untouched pleasure hole. Kim closed her eyes and waited for the pain of penetration the pain that didn't come. Ike gently pushed the broad, flaring head forward until the slippery, tight hole yielded and opened up before the pressure. The taut rim resisted, then suddenly widened and closed over the huge knob like a baby's mouth closing over a rubber nipple. Kim's full, red lips opened wide and she breathed a sigh of wonder as Ike worked the shaft carefully into her snug vagina, gently, an inch at a time. In spite of her apprehension, Kim unconsciously tipped her hips up to receive his thick length, pushing back gently to counter each of his thrusts, and the thick shaft followed the broad head into her wet and heated love channel, until the stiff, hot length was embedded deeply in that steamy, wet hole.
Ike looked down, his hands spreading her plump, round buttocks so he could see her ripe cunt, the labia split and doubled over on themselves, pooched out around the blue-veined, throbbing penis sunk nearly its entire eight inches into her belly. And just a fraction of an inch from her stretched cunt her tight, vermilion anus winked up at him from between the plump cheeks of her ass. It was the most deliciously erotic sight Ike had ever seen, and without another moment's hesitation, he began to fuck in and out of her cunt with long, smooth strokes, feeling the sweet silky vaginal walls sliding tightly over his cockflesh. Kim felt the smoothe thrusts widening her cunt and causing it to secrete the juice that would make this fuck the most memorable of her young life. Her natural reaction was to angle her hips upward, raising her vagina to receive the powerful fucks of that vile man's raging prick. In and out, in and out, so that she felt it to her delicate cervix, pushing at the door of her womb, massaging her inner organs. Ike fucked in and out expertly, raising gasps of pleasure from her as he sank into her cunt. He nudged her knees wider with his own and, taking her waist in his hands, began working his cock in and out of her in earnest. Kim received each gouging thrust with a breathy grunt of ecstasy. She began pushing her ass back against him harder and harder with each passing moment, her tits swinging beneath her, her head thrown back so that her golden hair flowed over her shoulders like melted butter.
Kim had never, ever felt anything like this in her entire life. Her nights of sex with Curt had never been like this, this total filling of her cunt, the wild sensuality of it, the feeling of being filled with the most powerful stick of dynamite in the world. The orgasm that had eluded her just before he had slid his huge cock into her cunt was now growing in her again. Her cuntal secretions bathed his smoothly moving cock and soft, sucking sounds of the meshing of their genitals filled the room. Ike reached beneath her and grasped her down-swinging tits, the hard nipples jutting out between his fingers as he squeezed them, bringing a squeal of passion from her.
The treacherous, lecherous businessman had never in his life fucked such a sweet, tight, silky smooth cunt in his life. It was so tender, yet so tight-fitting that he knew he would not be able to postpone his own orgasm for very long. His huge balls that swung to and fro in the V of her spread thighs were aching to spew gallons of his hot, white seed into her palpitating vagina. Her hips were bumping back against him, matching each of his strong thrusts, her ass cheeks rippling with each jarring contact against him. The tender pink lining of her vagina pulled out almost an inch each time he withdrew and folded back inside with each in-stroke, and the wet sluicing sounds of cock in cunt were enough to drive him crazy.
But just fucking this heavenly cunt wasn't enough for Ike Harvey. She was going to be a special asset to his business as well as an instrument for revenge against her husband. Ike stopped and looked down at the pink-lipped cunt that continued slipping wetly over the throbbing shaft. Taking her hips in his hands, he planted his cock deep and held it there, keeping her spongy bottom snug against him.
"You like it, don't you, you hot little cunt?" he hissed obscenely.
Kim kept squirming her hips urgently against him, seeking her orgasm, mushing her soft wet vulval tissues around against base of his cock. Ike felt a gush of her boiling fluids spill out over his balls. "Yes," she whined. "Oh, yes, I do!"
"And do you want me to finish you?"
"Yes! Please!"
Ike laughed, pushing against her and feeling the end of his cock deep in her belly. "You're a slut you know," she said. "A whore." When she hesitated, he slapped her ass, and said, "Aren't you?"
"Yes," she sobbed, shaking her hips. "Please, I want to come."
"You want to come because you're a whore. Right?"
"Y-Yes, I'm a whore, a slut," Kim groaned. "Please!"
"Please what?"
"Please make me come."
"Because you're a whore. Because you're going to be my whore. You fuck and come for me. You fuck who and when I tell you to, until I'm finished with you, if you don't want your husband to know about this. If you want him to keep his job."
The young girl groaned, her cunt squeezing his massive cock with urgent, spastic contractions that almost drove him mad. But he wasn't through taunting her yet. He had to drive this woman as low as he could in revenge for what her husband had said in front of those people in the elevator.
"You fuck for me. Whoever, whenever."
"Yes, please, anything you say. Please!"
"Say it," Ike commanded, sinking his fingers into her lovely, upturned buttocks. "Say it so I know you understand."
"I'll do it," Kim moaned. "Whoever, whenever, anybody, only please make me come."
Ike growled and began to fuck her again for all he was worth, relieved to be once again feeling the gentle friction of her cuntal walls over his cock. He fucked in until his pubis pressed against her tightly-stretched perineum and his pubic hair tickled her asshole, then pulled out until his penile flange caught inside the tight vaginal rim and nudged it aside with a quiet, squelching sound. All the way in, where her husband had never been before, and almost all the way out, the underside of his cock sliding its full length over her blood-swollen clitoris. Back and forth again and again until her cheeks glowed red with the fire of her passion and her tits swung tautly beneath her as her hips matched him stroke for stroke. She felt nothing, and thought of nothing but this burning urgency in her loins, this giant rod of pleasure that was sluicing so excitingly, so intimately in and out of her sweet, innocent vagina.
"Oh, do it to me!" Kim mewled, spiraling her ass back against him, sheathing his cock repeatedly with her slippery, hot cunt. "Do it to me hard!"
Ike growled and began fucking her so hard that his belly smacked resoundingly against her bottom. Her pussy felt so good, so incredibly sweet, that he knew he would come soon, whether she did or not. He had to come, had to unleash his boiling sperm into her tight, young cunt before he melted with the heat of her.
Kim screamed once, then began grunting as she thrust back against him faster than he could fuck her himself. Her body began shuddering and her vagina spasmed, squeezing his big penis rhythmically while her juices flooded out around his buried cock, bathing his large, swinging testicles in feminine nectar. Ike could no longer contain his own climax and felt the familiar churning inside him that preceded the explosion in his bull-like testicles. He held her tightly and began fucking rapidly into her vagina while his huge penis swelled to cunt-splitting proportions and then a great gout of hot white semen hosed out into the young girl's gratefully receptive vagina as the male fertilised the female, as the evil lecher fucked his cum into the innocent young girl, as Ike Harvey spewed his semen into Kim Stevens, the young bride of the man he resented so vehemently.
Kim felt the hot juice of his passion filling her, warming her, coating the walls of her sacred vagina. It flashed through her clouded mind that she might get pregnant, but her orgasm con-tinued to shake her until the whole idea was pushed out of her mind by the pleasure that filled her loins. The cock inside her continued to jerk and squirt inside her until the hot cream washed back out of her around the penis buried inside her and ran in thick rivulets down the inside of her thighs and dripped in a long string from her cunt to the couch she knelt upon.
Ike kept on moving in her until he felt his cock softening, though it didn't shrink by much. Tremulously, the girl sagged forward, her senses and responses numbed by the force of her earthshaking orgasm, her belly filled with sperm. Ike let her collapse onto the couch, drawing his cock from her cunt with an audible sucking sound. Her delicate vagina slowly began to return to normal size while millions of Ike Harvey's tiny wiggle-tailed sperm swam in her womb and the white semen drained out of her gaping young cunt to pool on the cushions. Rising with a satisfied smile, Ike gave her throbbing pussy an affectionate pat and began to dress.
Going to his safe, Ike took out three hundred-dollar bills and put them in an envelope with a note that he scribbled on a piece of paper from his memo pad. The envelope he put in her purse.
Then he turned to his intercom and addressed his secretary. "Harriett, would you please make me a reservation for lunch at Dino's? No, just for one."