"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!"