Who can judge a person's reactions during stress situations? The prisoner of war who gives in to his captors' demands, the kidnapped heiress who joins forces with her abductors-both must act without past experience to guide them. The end result can be either a very negative or a positive experience.
In SLAVE SECRETARY, Vanessa Curtis finds herself in just such a situation. Held captive by her boss, a big politician, degraded and forced to perform abnormal sexual acts, she nonetheless finds within herself hidden resources, a strength of character she never realized she had.
Vanessa Curtis suffers through an unspeakably horrible experience, but she comes through with her sensibilities intact, knowing she is more of a woman.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"Eat shit, you stupid cunt!" roared Clayton Summers as he forced the dark-haired girl's head into the toilet.
Vanessa Curtis had never felt more helpless. Clayton had tied her hands behind her back after stripping her naked. Then he'd dragged her into the bathroom. Not satisfied with this added degradation, the man was now shoving her face into the toilet bowl. The beautiful young woman's tits pressed into the coldness of the porcelain, and she shivered mightily, a racking, horrified shudder that had little to do with the temperature.
She was totally at the man's mercy. And there was no way of telling what he would do to her now.
"Please, Mr. Summers," she begged. "Don't do this to me."
"Admit it, cunt. You love this. Admit it!" He lifted the cord holding her wrists so tightly bound. This forced her even more into the toilet bowl. She felt the additional strain across her naked shoulders and moaned softly. Her nipples hardened as her tits mashed flat against the smoothness of the John.
Vanessa hated herself for responding like that. She shouldn't feel any arousal. Not from horrible treatment like this. But she was. Even her cunt was beginning to drool obscenely at the idea of Clayton Summers dominating her so forcefully.
The man's hands began running over her naked ass-cheeks. She shivered even more, and felt her illicit desires running away with her. She could hardly believe this was happening-and in her own home!
When she'd gotten the part-time job with Clayton Summers as a staff secretary and political research assistant, she couldn't believe her good luck. Summers was one of the most influential men in town, a politician everyone had pegged for bigger and better things. And she was working right alongside him on some of the most important bills ever to go before the state legislature.
She'd been a sophomore in college. She wanted to cry when she remembered what sophomore really meant-stupid, ignorant, uninformed. She'd been very, very naive, too, not to see the type of man Summers really was.
Just a college coed with starry idealism blinding her. That had been the Vanessa of six months ago. All that had changed, and she had ended up bound and bent over the John in her own bathroom while the big-time politico mouthed all sorts of obscenities. And she liked it.
The first time Summers had propositioned her, she'd almost fainted with delight. She could hardly believe such a sophisticated, handsome man would ever go for a gawky college girl like her. He'd gone for her and they'd fucked in a sleazy hotel all night long. She'd never been happier. And then the fucking became a regular thing.
More and more time was spent working "overtime" in Summers' office; then he'd suggested that she quit school, that she could learn more about politics working full time in his office. The beautiful young woman had jumped at the chance.
That's when his advances had changed. He began doing tiny things that put her down, made her feel small and stupid. And whenever possible, while fucking her, he'd tell her she was lousy in bed, that a two-dollar whore fucked better.
But the dark-haired girl hadn't minded. The feeling of power being with Clayton Summers still thrilled her. No matter how rotten he was to her, she knew he kept coming back because she was dynamite in bed. She'd actually thought that until tonight.
As she went down on him, he complained, "You silly bitch, don't you know how to give real head?"
"Wh-what do you want me to do, Clayton?" she asked.
"For starters, call me master. And dammit, I want you to suck my cock like you mean it! None of this half-assed blowjob you're trying to give me. Here!"
He laced his fingers through her long black hair and thrust hard with his hips. She almost gagged as the prick shot off the roof of her mouth and embedded itself next to her tonsils. She choked.
And that was when Summers went wild. He slapped her hard. She still felt the burning marks of his fingers on her milky white cheek. And then he ripped the light cord off a table lamp and bound her hands behind her back. Not content with doing all this to her, he dragged her like a sack of potatoes into the bathroom where he forced her head down into the bowl.
"I'm going to teach you how a real man like me fucks. I want you to try and learn something from this. Do you understand, you shit-eating slut?"
"Clayton, please don't do this to me. Please!"
"You didn't call me master," he said in a low, quiet voice that shocked her more than if he'd screamed and ranted at her. Vanessa
I didn't know what to do, so she went along, not that she had any other choice, bound and helpless as she was.
"Master," she said, her voice trembling, "what did I do wrong?"
"Everything. I must punish you."
"For what?"
"For this!" His finger dived between her slender thighs and forced its way up into her juicy cunt. She gasped when he began finger fucking her damp pussy.
"Please, Master, I can't help it!"
"I'll show you what a real man wants."
"W-we can fuck! In the bedroom!" Vanessa felt her face just inches away from the water in the toilet bowl. She hardly dared to open her eyes and actually look. When Summers flushed the toilet, she screamed. She couldn't help herself.
"Yeah, the bedroom," snorted Summers, "and then you fuck missionary style. And you with the most fuckable-looking ass in the world. God, I never saw a woman with an ass like yours, just begging to be corn-holed. The way you roll those hips when you walk around the office could give a bronze statue a hard-on."
"C-corn-holed?" she stuttered.
"Get that sweet ass of yours up in the air, and I'll show you."
Vanessa felt as if she were paralyzed. She was rooted to the floor. She wasn't able to think or talk or move. Summers moved behind her and began to stroke the taut, trembling globes of her creamy white, virginal ass-cheeks.
"What is it you want?" demanded Summers. Coming from him, the demand turned her on. There was no reason for it to, but it did. This was the man who had tied her up and forced her head into the toilet, and yet it turned her on. Vanessa began sobbing quietly.
"I...I want you to fuck my cunt. With your c-c-cock!" she stammered. "Fuck me good!"
Once the "dirty" words had been said, it opened up the flood gates of her desire. She felt her pussy turning sopping wet from lust now. Nothing less than him fucking her would put out the flames of passion burning her up inside.
Summers dropped down behind her and flushed the toilet one more time. She cried openly now and didn't care. She loved Clayton. She'd do anything for him, no matter how depraved, no matter how perverted. He was so powerful, so dominant, so strong. And the political influence he wielded turned her on even more. He was one of the few men in the entire state who got things done politically.
"Bend forward," he ordered. She did as he instructed, then felt strong hands ripping at her ass. She moaned and tried to stop him. But his passion was too strong, and her own needs were to great. He had his fingers around her trim waist like steel bands holding her in place. Then, almost as an afterthought, he dropped the wooden toilet seat lid on her head. This effectively imprisoned her and kept her from moving round much.
Angry welts appeared around her waist from the man's grip, but the beautiful young woman didn't notice. Desire filled her, not fear or pain. She had to take his prick all the way up her cunt. She had to!
"Fuck me good!" she repeated. "Oh, God, how awful it's been without you."
"This is what I want," Summers said. His hands caressed the rounded ass-cheeks presented to him. The silky smooth skin flowed like liquid under his hands. The man's erect cock pulsed hot and near her own needy, naked ass flesh.
He decided to explore a little of this unknown territory belonging to his secretary. Summers shoved one hand into the deep crevice between the slabs of ass meat. Vanessa groaned at the sudden intrusion but said nothing. Desire robbed her of speech. Summers' finger searched up and down the humid canyon of her ass looking for-what?
Vanessa felt her cunt drooling at the thought of what Summers hunted for. He was going to stuff his finger up her ass-hole!
Summers finally found the puckered little ass-hole at the bottom of the dank canyon between the girl's ass-cheeks. His finger diddled and played with the tightly-held muscle for a few minutes. Vanessa couldn't relax enough to let the man's finger up her ass-hole.
"Relax!" he ordered. It did no good. She felt her muscles tightening in spite of her own needs. Everything he'd done to her made her sure she couldn't relax. The wire binding her wrists had already cut off circulation to her hands, and the toilet seat lid forced her head down into the dark toilet bowl. Relax? Impossible!
His hands gripped her around the waist as he dropped to his knees behind her. The dark-haired girl couldn't see what the man was doing. Then she felt his fingers dive into the crevice of her ass again. When he pulled, the girl thought he was trying to yank her apart.
"Ohhhh! Clayton, stop! Please, noooo!"
The man didn't even pay attention to what Vanessa was saying. He saw his objective--the tightly-held door of her ass-hole.
Summers pressed his face forward, his tongue darting out. When his wet tongue touched Vanessa's ass-hole, a jolt of sexual electricity volted throughout her young, trim body. It felt like someone had slammed a sledgehammer into the base of her spine. She groaned and bent forward, needing more.
Clayton Summers' agile tongue twirled around and around until he wormed his way into her ass-hole. The tight pink muscle of her ass-hole gave up the struggle. His tongue shot a full inch up the dark-haired girl's ass-hole. He wiggled his tongue back and forth, feeling her inner membranes ripple against the tip of his tongue.
This was living! And this was just the start!
Summers could hardly wait to stuff his prick into this virgin-tight ass-hole and fuck Vanessa up the ass.
Vanessa was yelling and crying out piteously now. "Don't do it, Master! Don't! I'm begging you!" No one had ever fucked her ass-hole before. She was sure it would rip her apart. Summers' tongue up her ass felt good. But she knew that was just the beginning. He'd want to do more, lots more.
And it would hurt bad.
Summers called out, "Shut your shit-eating, fucking mouth, bitch. I'll do what I want to you. Or I'll toss you into the street mother-naked. How'd you like to explain how you ended up bare-ass out in the middle of the city?"
The words thrilled the beautiful young woman. The man was in command of the situation. He was telling her everything would be okay if she'd let him do with her what he wanted. And the dark-haired girl knew that this was the least of what he could do. He wielded power with the police department, more power than just fixing a speeding ticket. He could get her tossed in the slammer for prostitution or fucking a dog or any charge he happened to mention. And the judge would go along with it. Clayton Summers had that kind of power.
Vanessa couldn't relax. The feathery feel of Summer's tongue in her ass-hole made sure of that. Everything the man did turned her on even more until she was shivering like a bowl of jello in a monstrous sexual earthquake.
"Master, fuck me! But in the cunt! In my pussy! Not up my ass-hole!"
"And I said shut up!" the man snapped. He went back to licking and tonguing the entire area around the dark-haired girl's ass-hole. This was exciting him. Her protests turned him on more than he'd been in a long time. He wondered what it would be like, fucking her while she was begging him to stop. She'd say anything he wanted just to please him, Summers was sure.
But right now, he had other things on his mind-and at the tip of his tongue.
His tongue flashed out and lapped up and down the deep canyon of the beautiful young woman's ass. The heavy slabs of ass flesh on each side of his face were smoothly muscled. He knew that once he got his cock sliding in and out of her ass-hole, Vanessa wouldn't beg him to stop. She'd beg him to fuck her all the harder.
Properly lubricated with his spit, Summers studied his handiwork. The little puckered ass-hole glistened wetly. But his cock was still dry. There wasn't much he could do about that except...
Summers stood again, his hands firmly gripping Vanessa's waist to keep her from moving. With a sudden stab of his pelvis, he sent his cock into her cunt from behind.
"Unnghhhhh!" she uttered.
Summers swallowed hard. His cock was suddenly surrounded by that incredibly tight, clinging, hot cunt. He twisted up and down to make sure he was fully inside that blast furnace-hot cunt. He let the girl's pussy juices soak into his cock. He rotated his hips, stirring around in her pussy like a spoon in a cooking pot.
When he was sure he'd taken just about all the cunt juices he could, Summers slowly pulled out. The man surveyed his prick. It seemed to glow with phosphorescent paint in the light. It was ready for its trip up an even tighter and hotter passageway into Vanessa's wanton body.
Summers' fingers spread Vanessa's ass-cheeks wide again. The girl was crying out for mercy. She'd find none from Clayton Summers. He knew she would really get off on this when he got in and started fucking her ass. But until then, she'd just have to put up with the little pain he was giving her. Who knows? She might even get to like the pain!
His prick moved slowly between the massive chunks of her ass. He felt the intense heat from Vanessa's excited ass, the ponderous weight that could crush down on his cock if he let up on the pressure he was exerting with his fingers.
The very tip of his prick found the still-puckered ass-hole. Summers pushed lightly against the muscle of her ass-hole until he felt it begin to give just a little. That reluctant pink ass-hole wouldn't relinquish passage easily, not to this massive male cock waiting to go sailing up the beautiful young woman's tightest hole, her ass-hole.
Summers began to exert pressure. His hips didn't ram forward like a battering ram. He wasn't fully inside the girl's ass-hole yet. The impassioned fucking would come after the ass-hole relaxed and let him all the way in. The inexorable pressure made Vanessa howl for him to stop.
The horny politician felt her ass-hole begin to give in to his pressure. Suddenly, the entire crown of his prick vanished up the dark-haired girl's ass-hole. Knowing he'd done what he had set out to do, Summers slammed his hips forward as hard as he could.
"Aieeeee!" screamed the woman. "Oh, Christ!" She felt her ass invaded by his massively thick, long prick. Summers must have ripped her to bloody shreds. He had to have smashed into delicate tissues and left her wrecked inside. Her innards felt spread and stretched and pulled in all sorts of kinky directions from his hard-fucking cock. It wasn't natural, fucking like this.
Vanessa had never been buggered before. She had no idea of the pain involved. It was worse than anything she'd ever felt before. Even when she'd lost her cherry on her fourth date, the pain hadn't been this intense. And the humiliation of being sodomized while bound and helpless with her head in a toilet made it even worse for her. It brought home how truly powerless she was against Clayton Summers.
Tears ran down her cheeks. She couldn't help it. It felt like his prick would completely destroy her guts. His mighty cock was surging back and forth in a tunnel too small for its huge girth. Summers was intent on fucking her ass-hole no matter how badly it hurt her.
The man wasn't aware that the beautiful young woman was in any pain at all. He'd caught his breath after he'd managed to work his cock into her ass-hole. The heat boiling out of Vanessa's guts had been like a furnace door opening. When he shoved his cock full length up her ass-hole, he felt like he'd fucked into a surgeon's glove filled with boiling hot lava.
The female flesh around his cock was tight and didn't stretch very much. Tighter and hotter than any cunt, this sexual paradise did wondrous things to his cock. He felt like the intense heat might burn his prick to a nubbin. But he quickly got rid of that thought in the most delightful way possible.
He started fucking the jet-black-haired girl's ass as fast and furious as he could.
Each trip up her impossibly tight ass-hole created more friction. That warned Summers' balls and set his loins to blazing. His insides felt like they were tumbling and churning with desire. He had to keep fucking this wonderful chick's ass-his new loving secretary-or he'd go out of his skull with simple lust.
"God, goddamn, you're tight!" he bellowed. His hips pounded her ass-cheeks. He felt the silky smooth expanse of ass flesh under his upper thighs. Summers rubbed up and down.
And he immediately thought his cock was going to break off inside the dark-haired girl. She was tight, damned tight!
After he'd made a few quick strokes up and down her ass, Vanessa found she could relax a little. It wasn't as bad as she thought originally. In fact, it was beginning to excite her. There had never been any man who'd wanted to ass fuck her before. And she'd somehow gotten it into her head that getting buggered was sinful.
How could anything this much fun be sinful?
She shivered even more thinking that this was not only her first time getting her ass fucked, it was also the first time she had been tied up like this, then abused so mercilessly.
But Vanessa wasn't going to stop. Not now. Not knowing how Summers built her sexual tensions and could release them. She needed that total physical and emotional release she got from fucking a man so intimately involved with true political power.
She began using her muscles to torment Summers. When his cock seared into her belly, Vanessa clamped down with all the power she could summon up. Summers' grunt told her she was succeeding in giving him measure for measure of pleasure.
His prick seemed to expand within the tightness of her ass. She felt the thick, purpled hood on the end of his cock grow and throb with added lust. The big blue vein on the topside of the man's cock stood out in bold relief, so big that she fancied she felt the vein as his prick came and went along her sensitive ass flesh.
Summers was beginning to fuck her faster. Vanessa clamped down with her ass muscles just as orgasm smashed into her tender young body.
Summers cried out as the ponderous slabs of well-muscled ass flesh grabbed at his cock. That was it for him. He shot himself balls deep up her ass and let the surging tide of his jism erupt.
His cock bounced and shook inside her impossibly tight ass-hole. He knew that she was going through another orgasm as his creamy load jetted into her. It didn't matter to him. His own climax was driving him to the pinnacle of ultimate human experience.
All too soon, he fell back exhausted. He'd just fucked the best ass-hole he'd ever found-and it was his secretary's. And he'd loved every second of it. Summers vowed that he'd do it again and that he'd last longer. Lots longer. He'd fuck her until she couldn't stand it any more. Then he would show his power over her by fucking her some more.
As for Vanessa, the beautiful young woman managed to get her head out of the toilet and fell over on her side, her hands still securely fastened with the light cord. Her body shivered delightedly at the release he had given her. She had been needing sex like this for a long time-too long. But why did she have to find it in such a kinky way?
Vanessa wanted to cry but felt too good for that.
CHAPTER TWO
Vanessa wiggled around on her hard chair as she typed. The chair had never bothered her before today. But after what Clayton Summers had done to her ass the night before, she wondered if she could ever again sit comfortably on any chair, no matter how soft the cushions on it were.
He had really reamed out her ass with his prick. She still burned deep inside from the ass fucking he'd given her. But the young secretary couldn't really complain too much about that. The ass fuck had warmed her insides and made her feel good all over.
She had given Clayton something he needed. And she had gotten high just from being around him as she always did after fucking. The raw, stark power the man exuded allowed him to do anything. And she needed that feeling of power.
"Miss Curtis," he called out over the intercom. "Haven't you finished that letter to Senator Thome yet? You're taking your sweet time about getting it done."
"Just finishing it up, Sir," she said, trembling involuntarily. Just listening to him made her all quivery and weak inside. She wondered if she could even stand. She felt as if her legs might give way under her as she thought about his eight-inch long prick and the way his cock had felt, fucking deep into her ass-hole.
"Shake that pretty little ass of yours, or I'll have to give you a spanking. Understand?"
"Yes, Sir," she said contritely. But the dark-haired young woman wondered if she shouldn't delay the letter just a bit longer. It was done, but the delicious promise of feeling his hands on her well-fucked ass again seemed almost more than she could stand.
But the lovely girl was efficient and knew that combining the work of the office with her own pleasures would never do. She quickly pulled the letter out of the typewriter and scanned the long white page for any spelling errors she might have made.
Just handling a letter like this made her feel she was doing a worthwhile job, doing something that meant important laws got passed. Clayton Summers was putting the political screws to Senator Thorne to get a juicy highway contract from the federal government.
And what Clayton Summers wanted, Clayton Summers got.
Vanessa trotted into the man's office, acutely aware of the way her ass rolled, like a pair of fleshy ball bearings as she walked. With the ultra-tight skirt on, she couldn't help herself. It felt as if a million fire ants had crawled up her ass-hole and were gnawing at her tender flesh. She bent down, making a point to pull her shoulders back enough to force her tits against the thin fabric of her blouse. She wanted Mr. Summers to see that she wasn't wearing a bra.
Her prominent nipples wrinkled the tight fabric of the red silk blouse and the white surge of her tits threatened to come spilling out the scoop neck. But the man didn't even look up.
"Here's the letter, Sir," she said.
"Yeah, right. Get back on the phone. I don't want to miss any of the calls coming in this morning. One might even be in from the White House. Wouldn't want to miss that one, would we?"
"No, Sir!" she exclaimed. Vanessa turned and hurried from his office, puffed with pride that he wanted her on the job. Yet there was a sadness, too. He hadn't even noticed her new blouse or the way her tits filled it to the breaking point. No comment about her skin-tight skirt or the new spiked high heels she wore just for him.
Vanessa sat down at her desk in the outer office and stared at the phone, as if accusing it of distracting Clayton's attention from her new clothes-and her.
"Hey, Vanessa, how's tricks?" called Erica, another secretary working down the hall in the Highway Department.
"Pretty good, I guess."
"You sound depressed. What's up? Or going down, eh?" The other woman winked a conspiratorial eye.
"I don't know what you mean," said Vanessa in an icy voice. She hated to admit to the other women working in the building that she was having an affair with her boss. Most of them were, but she felt funny about talking about it openly. And after last night, who'd ever believe a dynamic, forceful, caring man like Clayton Summers had tied her up, stuffed her head into a toilet, then raped her ass?
"Go on, play coy if you want," Erica said. "You just-look like you didn't get enough last night. So tell the boss-man. Let him know you need his old cock stoking your pussy a few more times. He won't mind. Hell, it'll flatter his ego! All men like that."
"What is it all men like, Miss Peters?" said Summers in a low voice as he emerged from his office.
"Nothing, Mr. Summers. Nothing at all," the woman said hastily. "Gotta run. Be seeing you, Vanessa."
Summers watched Erica close the door, then said to Vanessa, "I don't want that woman coming around here. She's a bad influence on you. Many of the important people I have coming to talk with me are sensitive to her type."
"Her type?" asked Vanessa, confused. "What do you mean?"
"She's a cheap whore, that's what I mean. She'll spread for anyone with fifty cents and a bottle of wine to get her drunk on."
"Really, Mr. Summers, Erica's not like that. She-"
"Any calls?" he cut in.
"No, Sir. None."
"Good."
Vanessa expected Clayton Summers to leave. Instead, he dropped to his knees and began working her tight skirt up around her legs until it was at mid-thigh.
"What are you doing, Clayton?" she asked, her voice already husky with sex. She knew what he was doing.
"Shut up and keep working. Do as I say, dammit!"
The dark-haired young woman turned and tried to work a clean sheet into her typewriter. She failed to get it in straight four times running. And by the time it was straight, she felt agile fingers working between her ass and the seat. He lifted her ass up enough for him to scoot her skirt up around her waist.
And then he began passionately kissing the insides of her slender white thighs.
Vanessa almost melted into a puddle of quivering flesh as she felt his hot breath gusting against her tender flesh. His tongue lashed out and worked hard along the tops of her stockings. With his teeth, he began undoing the snaps that held them to her garters.
"Clayton, someone'll come in and see!"
"Shut up, I told you! You're working!"
"Ummm, and so are you!"
The phone rang, jangling the lovely girl's nerves. She almost didn't answer, but a sharp command from Summers caused her to reach out a shaky hand and pick up the phone.
"Calm down, Vanessa," Summers ordered. "This is just a routine call."
"How routine?" she had to ask.
"Routine," he assured her, but his hands were slowly moving across the smooth, naked flesh under her blouse. She gasped again as his hands came up and cupped her tits.
"Wh-what are you doing?" the girl gasped out.
"Answer the goddamn telephone," he commanded. But the man's eyes were glowing now, and his hands tightened on her tits.
His thumbs began working over the rubbery tips of her nipples, flicking them back and forth until she moaned in abject desire.
"Please, Clayton, please!" she begged. But Vanessa wasn't sure what she was begging him to do.
"The phone. Ask who it is, and don't moan like that."
"H-hello," she gasped out. "This is Clayton Summers' office. H-how may I help you?"
His hands moved from her blood-filled, throbbing nipples, down the silky plane of her belly, then dived between her thighs. His strong hands parted her slender legs, and one finger dipped into the juicy well of her cunt.
She gasped and thought she'd come.
"OH!" she exclaimed, then remembered she was on the phone. "H-he's not in right now. M-may I take a message?"
Fingers moved up between her turgid, dark-furred cunt lips. The politician shoved his hand knuckles deep into her churning, juicy pussy. Vanessa gasped and leaned back on her chair, her legs spreading wantonly for the man's carnal attentions.
"Oh, Clayton," the dark-haired young woman moaned out. "I love it. But...but I want more than your fingers there."
"Yes," he muttered. "I should make a first-class examination. With my special Congressional probe." He reached down and pulled the tab on his zipper. The fly opened, and a long, hard, red cock leaped out, as eager as a racehorse in the starting gate.
Vanessa gasped at the sight of such a huge prick. It could make any pussy hum and sing and froth with desire. She hardly knew what to do. But that didn't matter. Clayton was going to make sure that this was the most exciting ever-for both of them.
Summers' lips were working slowly up her leg, kissing her naked, trembling flesh and heading directly for her pussy. The man actually began to burrow up under her ass when she grabbed him by the ears and pulled his face upward.
"Clayton! I need more than that! Lots more!"
"I must make a closer examination. Now get back to work, you silly bitch!"
Summers' mouth then went back to the erotic work on his secretary's leg. For a moment, Vanessa sat there, her long legs dangling over the edge of the chair. She let out a soft moan as Summers' licking tongue worked across the soft band of flesh just at the top of her pussy mound. He was working hard to make her come totally alive.
Vanessa had a brief feeling that this wasn't proper. She was a secretary, and he was an important official, and this was a professional meeting. But her resolve evaporated when his tongue stroked roughly over her cunt lips and threatened to plunge into her pussy.
She lifted her ass off the chair for a second and pulled her skirt from under her. Then Summers' mouth went berserk all over her pussy. His tongue pressed avidly into her dark-fleeced cunt lips. She found herself getting wetter and wetter in the crotch as he licked and tongued all around her cunt lips.
The man's lips brushed over a flap of soft, tender skin. Vanessa almost went insane with desire for him. All she knew was how much she wanted Clayton's mouth clamped firmly on her pussy, sucking, tongue fucking her, making her forget she was a cool, aloof secretary, turning her into a totally aroused woman.
Then the phone rang again. He urged her to answer. She hated him for that, but Vanessa obeyed. She had to, no matter what she sounded like. It was her job.
"H-h-hello," she stammered. Then she gasped, "The Wh-White House? God! I mean, uh, he's here. Right here, Sir. I...I'll get him for you!"
"No," said Summers quietly. "Tell them to hold for a minute."
"But!"
His tongue worked like a digging tool as it rooted around in the secretary's jet-black, crinkly pussy fur. She was sighing in contentment when he found her clit with the tip of his rough, wet tongue.
Suddenly, she was no longer content. She was aroused.
"Oh, sweet Jesus, this is too much! Tongue fuck me, Clayton! I need your tongue fucking all the way up into my poor little cunt!"
"You're on the phone to the White House," came the man's warning voice. Vanessa went cold all over. She hoped that they hadn't heard. She was in the throes of arousal and talking to the White House. She couldn't muff this. It would be too embarrassing!
"S-sorry, he's not in yet. P-please!"
The man's hands gripped her thighs and pulled her forward on the chair so that her legs went on either side of his head. On his knees, he found her pussy at a nice height to eat. His tongue shot out and into the wet, clinging little hole of her cunt.
Her back arched, and she shoved her pussy forward, to get him to eat more of it. He couldn't turn down such a wanton invitation. His tongue began surging farther and farther into the secretary's pussy.
He tasted the salty tang of her fuck fluids.
The sweat pouring down her body mixed with her cunt juices to form a brew more intoxicating than any liquor. Clayton Summers sucked a bit harder and pulled one of her outer cunt lips into his mouth.
Holding it between his own lips, he sucked hard on the very edge. The woman's entire body began to shiver as if she'd stuck her finger into a light socket. When his tongue raced along the excited edge of her cunt lips, she came.
For a long minute, he was left both deaf and blind. Her soft thighs hardened on either side of his head, pressing into his ears. All he could see was her dark-rimmed pussy.
But he continued to use his cock-hard tongue to the best possible effect.
That pink arrow shot out and deep into the secretary's convulsing cunt. He tongue fucked her and kept her climax as intense as possible for as long as he could. Then he moved up on her pussy a bit and cornered the tiny, pea-sized clit boldly poking up from its sheath of protective flesh.
"My clit's on fire, Clayton darling! On fire! Suck it! Suck it good!"
He tried his damndest to get that tiny little spire of erectile tissue into his mouth.
He failed.
It was slippery with thick cunt oils. He licked all that off to leave only his own saliva behind. Then he tried to get his lips around the pointy-tipped spire of her clit. The dark-haired young woman's body shivered and bucked too much for him to get as close as he would have liked.
"Wait!" she cried into the phone, aware that words were coming over the wire aimed at her. "H-he'll come in a second. Ohh!" Vanessa gasped and then heard the dial tone as the White House hung up. But she was too shaken to do anything about it. Clayton's tongue worked too eagerly against her cunt lips.
His lips kept sliding from the base of her clit to the tip of her clit. But he couldn't trap it between his lips as he had intended. He wanted to get it deep enough into his mouth to use his teeth on it, then lick across it with only the rough tip of his tongue. Finding this wasn't possible, he decided to change his tactics.
The politician's mouth quickly slid across his secretary's dark bush, tangling the fleecy strands of her pussy fur, then moving across her cunt lips. A new coating of fuck fluid had dribbled from her cunt. He sucked her pussy lips into his mouth and licked off all traces of the thick pussy juice.
Then he licked backwards along the bristly cunt lips to her ass-hole. His jaw cracked once as he stretched his tongue to the limit. He thought it might come out from the roots if he strained too much. But the target was worth the effort.
Summers managed to work just the tip of his tongue into the lovely girl's ass-hole. She came. Her legs tensed on the sides of his head again, blinding him and shutting him off from everything but the reality of his tongue up her ass-hole.
Vanessa felt as if a snake had slithered into her ass and was arousing the very spots where his prick had gone the night before. She heard the phone ringing again. Maybe it was the White House calling back. But the dark-haired young woman simply couldn't handle talking now. She was too lost in the carnal wonder of her own body.
Summers felt like someone had dropped a loop of thread around his tongue, then pulled it taut. Her convulsing ass-hole was a clamp on his pink tongue that wouldn't let up.
As the first wave of her orgasm passed, leaving the lovely girl weak and drained, the man shoved his head forward into her crotch a bit more so he could ram his tongue even deeper into her ass-hole.
She came again.
"Ohhhhhhh, Clayton, it...it's super! Keep tongue fucking my ass. It's burning me up inside, your fucking tongue is burning me up!"
He wasn't about to stop. He felt his hard-on beginning to hurt like hell. His throbbing boner demanded more action than it was getting, but he wasn't about to take his mouth away from her ass. She tasted too damn good!
His tongue slipped farther and farther up into the woman's ass-hole. Soon, at least half of his tongue was wiggling around in the tight, hot ass-hole. The secretary's ass-hole seethed with lust. And the lightest touch made her jump and dance to his tune.
He actually held her captive with the very tip of this tongue!
Vanessa came again, this time twisting to one side as lust blasted through her sleek young body. His tongue fell from her ass-hole. He was presented with a dilemma. Should he seek out her tight ass-hole again or go back to her cunt and tongue fuck her there some more?
To get the taste of her shit out of his mouth, Summers decided to go back to her watery cunt hole. His tongue left a brown streak as he worked along his aroused secretary's pelvis and finally parted her pinkly-scalloped inner pussy lips again.
The heat pouring from her cunt hole was threatening to blister his tongue. He didn't care. This was too damned much fun. He rammed his cock-hard tongue all the way up her cunt.
The young girl was like a human machine gun. She came and came and came. And he loved the feeling of power he got by making her come like this. His own prick was hurting him with pent-up desire, sure, but there were other things he enjoyed as much as burying his cock, balls deep up a woman's cunt...like power.
He controlled Vanessa totally. The dark-haired young woman was his sex slave. No matter how she writhed around on the chair, his tongue was there, herding her, keeping her in line. He was the one who gave her the lightning flashes of orgasm. He was the one whose tongue made her into a complete woman.
That was as big a trip as anything Summers could have possibly done with his cock. It was an even bigger thrill than putting the White House on hold like he'd done. Sure, he would have to get off soon, but the power he held over his young secretary was almost infinite. He had her dancing at the very tip of his tongue!
And both of them dug it a lot. "Clayton, my poor little cunt is so empty. Fill it with your tongue again. Tongue fuck meeee!"
"I'll do it because I want to, Vanessa. Remember that!"
The frothy cunt juices from the secretary's pussy turned his lips almost white. He paused to lick off the tasty stuff, then applied his lips to her pussy flesh again. He even felt her heart beating excitedly through the turgid flaps of her cunt lips.
As he licked back and forth, sure to keep the tempo slow and teasing, he knew that the lovely girl was about at the end of her rope. Her cunt wasn't gushing out the thick pussy juices it once had. He was actually wearing her cunt out with his tongue fucking!
That made the man even more excited.
His tongue shot out and into her pussy. He felt the velvet-hung pussy walls, pulled each and every drop of cunt juice off them, then plunged deeper up the dark tunnel of clutching cunt flesh. His tongue was surrounded by humid pussy. His tongue was being superheated and squeezed until he thought it would be mashed flat.
And then the raven-haired secretary exploded in another frenzy of violent motion. His tongue had launched her on another climax. He tried wiggling the tongue inside her cunt this time. He fluttered it around like a berserk butterfly. This prolonged her climax more than either of them would have thought possible.
Finally, he felt the telltale surge of his own loins. All this pussy eating had excited him more than he could handle. He quickly stood, pulled out his rigid prick and held it in his hand just as it erupted.
The white-hot outpouring of jism blasted into the dark-haired young woman's face and caked the lustrous strands of her hair. She pulled away, but he grabbed her by the back of the head and held her face in the full torrent of his come.
As the phone rang, he spurted out one last glob of his stringy white jizz.
"Answer it," he said in a flat voice. "And if it's anything important, patch it through to my office. Otherwise, stall them off."
"Y-yes, Sir," Vanessa stammered. The thick goo of his come trickled down her face as she made excuses for her boss. And only after she'd gotten off the phone did she wipe away his come and try to adjust her skirt into a more sedate and business-like position.
CHAPTER THREE
"Remember, Vanessa, this is a very important party. I don't want you to do anything that will disgrace me."
"Disgrace you?" the lovely young woman exclaimed. "Why, Clayton, I wouldn't do anything like that. I know how important this is to you. Just tell me what to do."
"Mingle. Smile. And wiggle that ass of yours so those guys will get hot. It increases my standing with them to see me with such a lovely piece of ass."
Vanessa frowned a little. She didn't like being referred to as a piece of ass. But she said nothing. This party had been checked in red on Clayton's business calendar for a month. That meant it was just about the most important event he'd attend all year.
The party was even duller than she'd thought it would be. The young secretary drifted around, fending off the advances of men older than her father. They seemed disappointed, then startled when they found out she was with Clayton Summers. That name took them away in a hurry, for some reason.
Vanessa guessed it was because Clayton was such an important man, no one had the nerve to fool around with his "piece of ass," as he'd put it.
Finally, she made the rounds and saw that Clayton had finished his discussion in the corner with three others. She went up to him and locked her arm in his. Clayton Summers turned, showed a momentary flash of anger, then smiled winningly.
"This is my new secretary, guys," he said brightly. "Vanessa Curtis. She dropped out of college so I could show her the ropes."
"I'm sure that's not all you've been showing her, Clayton," joked another.
"Of course not, Sid. In fact, Vanessa and I were just about ready to go find a quiet little spot. Come on, girl, let's have a little fun."
He pulled her away before the men could see her outraged expression.
"Clayton!" she exclaimed. "That was crude. You made them think we were going into one of the bedrooms to..."
"To fuck?" he asked. "I wanted to give them that idea, because we are. Here's an empty room. Get naked."
"What?"
"You heard me, you silly cunt. I'm so horny I'm ready to explode. I've been talking dull, dreary business all night long with those fools, and I want to get my rocks off. I'm always like this just after a business meeting. You know that."
He pulled her powerfully to him, his lips crushing down into her slightly parted ones.
She felt her cunt begin to ooze out pussy juice. She was getting turned on with just a kiss-but what a kiss it was!
Summers felt the tips of the young woman's tits harden and begin to poke into his chest. Her pebbly nipples filled with hard-pumped blood and signaled exactly how hot the woman was for his cock. The man's kiss deepened, became more and more expert as he realized she wasn't going to throw him out for the way he'd been treating her previously.
Vanessa could barely keep up with Summers' flickering tongue. It danced in and out of her mouth in a mock fucking. He began to trace the outlines of her teeth. His probing tongue slipped under her upper lip and caressed her lip in the most sensual kiss the young secretary had ever experienced. The man turned her on in a big way, and she responded fully to him now. Gone was all thought of the super-macho way he had been treating her.
She needed hot cock, and she was going to get it.
When he took her lip between his teeth and started to gnaw and chew, the girl knew she had a first-rate lover on the hook. She wanted to return some of the pleasure he was giving her so freely. The secretary's hands worked down the man's smoothly muscled body to his belt. She unfastened the belt and worked her fingertips under the waistband of his trousers.
Summers moved closer as Vanessa slid her fingers over the smooth curve of his tightly muscled ass. His pants dropped and were quickly followed by his jockey shorts, leaving him standing naked from the waist down. The dark-haired girl didn't waste any time fiddling around with his ass. She moved her fingers around to the quivering rod of his prick, now standing proudly erect between their bodies.
Vanessa began stroking up and down the man's erection.
"That's where it's at," he said. And that was all he got out before his mouth began moving back along the line of the dark-haired girl's jaw. He hunted for her ear. Once he found the hollow underneath it, Clayton shoved out his tongue. A tremor ripped through Vanessa's body in reaction to the wet thrust under her sensitive ear.
The man never let up on his assault. He moved a bit and exhaled hotly on the girl's ear. Sensitizing the already stimulated flesh, he made sure that this erogenous zone was completely ready. Then, and only then, did he try to stuff his entire tongue into her ear.
The woman squirmed in his arms. He tightened his grip and pulled her even more powerfully to him. Her tits mashed flat under the pressure. He felt her tits rubbing against his chest as his tongue wormed its way around inside her ear.
"Clayton, oh, Clayton!" she cooed. "How I need it. Let's fuck. Fuck me! I need this up my poor little cunt." She jerked a couple times on his trapped cock to let the man know exactly what she wanted.
The sandy-haired politician kept up his attack on her ear. His tongue slowly made a sensuous circuit of the ear until she was all weak and watery in the knees. Vanessa almost collapsed in reaction to the sensations flooding through her body. The sensations were caused by his thoughtful attentions to her rampaging sexual needs.
He lifted her easily and carried her to the empty bed. There, he quickly stripped off her clothing as easily as peeling a banana. Gloriously naked, the lovely woman's flesh gleamed whitely in the light of the room.
"Damn, but you're beautiful!"
"Shut up, and fuck me!"
"Don't worry about that. I'll fuck you cross-eyed, and then I'll make you beg for more."
"Quit talking, and show me. Do it!"
Summers lowered his body on top of the dark-haired girl's. His weight, added to hers on the bed, caused the springs to squeak and groan in protest. Neither of them paid the least attention.
They were too busy reveling in the feelings generated in their bodies. They were celebrating the carnal delights hammering into them. Summers felt the woman shaking under him. Her flesh was warm and satiny-smooth. As his body moved on hers, a thin sheen of sweat lubricated the sliding action.
His mouth closed on hers again. He wasn't going to waste time talking. He had better things to do with his mouth-and Vanessa's. His tongue plunged down into her mouth again. There, it frolicked around, turning them both on. Her tongue could barely respond. She was shaking all over in anticipation of the hard prick she still held in her hand, entering her pussy.
His cock danced around, pulsing with all-male aliveness. She pulled his prick toward her crinkly pussy mound, but the man wasn't yet ready to stuff his cock into her seething cunt. He reached down and spread the woman's thighs. His hands lingered on the softness of her inner thighs. The secretary's skin was flawless. The man found no fault with it at all.
He loved the silky skin flowing with barely suppressed power under his fingers.
It wouldn't take much for those lovely legs to clamp around his body, crushing him nearly to death. Or his face could bury again in her cunt. Legs like Vanessa's could make a man blind and deaf in the most delightful ways. That wouldn't matter-not if he had a mouthful of pussy.
He decided to work his way down the girl's trim body and make sure she was absolutely ready for him. He felt the heat boiling out of her cunt and the wetness seeping onto the bed. That didn't matter. What mattered was the level to which Vanessa was strung out before he started really fucking the hell out of her.
His mouth moved off the secretary's mouth. He licked and stroked his tongue into the hollow of her throat. He felt the pulsating veins there. They throbbed with lust-for him.
"Fuck me, Clayton!" the dark-haired girl moaned. "I need you inside me."
He ignored her pleas, barely noticing the sharp sting of her fingernails raking along his back. Summers was intent on doing a good job. Doing political business always made him get a hard-on. And he needed this release from all the tension. He wasn't going to rush a good thing.
Summers found the base of one of
Vanessa's mounds of tit flesh. He traced his tongue around the broad base, leaving behind a trail of saliva. The woman's body was vibrantly alive now. Every nerve ending tingled and cried for more stimulation. He intended giving it to her.
He spiraled his rough, wet tongue up the snowy slope until he found the ruddy plane of skin surrounding her nipple. Summers' tongue bounced over the bumpy surface and found the spire of the woman's red, erect nipple. He never hesitated. He took the nubbin of flesh into his mouth and sucked as hard as he could.
Vanessa felt an exciting sensation ripping through her chest. She knew he was going to suck off her nipple. The warmth spread like a pool of spilled and ignited gasoline. Her entire body responded to the man's sucking mouth.
The dark-haired girl came.
He rode out the fierce bucking. His mouth never left its erotic post at her nipple. His tongue leaped back and forth teasing the tiny bud of erectile flesh. Light touches, then hard shoves. He rotated his pink tongue around the spire until she was almost driven out of her mind with lust.
"Hang on, Vanessa! More's coming!"
A rapid slide down the underside of her tit, and his tongue ended up in the deep depression of her navel. He drove his tongue down firmly into the depths of his secretary's belly button. Once there, he stirred his tongue around, raising the woman's passions even more. The satiny skin under his tongue turned him on, too. He'd seldom found a woman so pliant, so thrilling. This woman obviously took care of herself. He felt the play of strong belly muscles.
To have those muscles clamping down around his cock would be sheer, undiluted ecstasy. And he wasn't going to wait much longer. First, though, he had a bit more exploring and teasing to do.
He worked his mouth down into the woman's lush bush. He twirled his tongue up so that tiny strands of the fleecy pussy mound were captured and pulled up into tiny monuments to their passion.
He made a move like he was going lower, then stopped. Vanessa gripped his sandy hair and shook his head.
"Damn you! Damn you! Stick your tongue in me! Tongue fuck me!"
He gripped a double handful of ass flesh and pulled himself back up the woman's body like a snake climbing a tree. With his knees firmly planted between the girl's thighs, he lifted. Vanessa's ass rose off the bed. Her back arched and her cunt smiled lewdly at him.
"What? And maybe have someone come in and see you all naked and spread like that?" he asked in a low voice.
"Fuck that! Fuck me!"
"That's what I'm after. That!"
Summers slammed his hips forward with all the force he could summon. His prick hit dead center in its carnal target. He buried himself, balls deep in the tightest, hottest, clutchingest cunt he'd ever fucked.
"Goddamn, you're hot!" he moaned out.
"And you're so big and swollen in me. Now fuck, damn you, fuck!"
He felt like he was surrounded by velvet. Hot, lush velvet that gripped his prick like a vise. The ripply walls of Vanessa's pussy seemed to reach out and stroke his buried cock. She made a slight bucking motion with her hips that sent waves of carnal joy flooding back into his loins. He felt as if his balls would explode like an atomic bomb.
Still gripping her ass, he started rocking her body from side to side. The lovely young woman added to his stimulation by flexing and relaxing her stomach muscles. Clayton's cock was constantly squeezed and crushed by the action of the woman's cunt.
"Ummmm, Clayton, Clayton! You fill me up all the way. I'm going to be split apart!"
The secretary felt as if the man's mighty cock, thrust into her cunt, would rip her apart all the way to the chin. Her inner pussy membrane was stretched and pulled out of shape. His prick completely filled her cunt. The more he moved her body around, manipulating her ass, twisting her around his prick, the more she wanted.
"How's that? Want more?"
"More?" she gasped out. "I want you fucking me, dammit. You son of a bitch. You ignore me all night and now you toy with me. I want your prick fucking my pussy! Now do it!"
"Greedy bitch..." His voice trailed off as Vanessa squeezed down on his cock with her cunt muscles. His legs were getting cramped. He had pulled them up under his body to be in a better position to lift her ass off the bed. The man enjoyed the feel of her silky thighs rubbing on each side of his hips, but he knew that it wasn't possible for him to fuck easily in this position.
It was an erotic delight, sure. His prick was surrounded by the tightest cunt he'd ever rammed into. All of his prick was being treated to the greatest pussy imaginable. What worried him was the way his self-control was vanishing. Vanessa was slowly robbing him of his stamina. In a few minutes, he'd be jetting his come like a kid in the sack with his first piece of ass.
He rose up, lifting the lovely young woman's ass off the bed as he did so. Her hips were suspended six inches from the surface of the bed, and her weight was forced back on her shoulders. Summers' prick was still fully buried in her pussy.
"Okay, Vanessa, here it comes!"
He withdrew his prick from its comfortable berth. The first couple inches weren't too bad. Then Vanessa started to clamp down on him like a human vise. The suction mounted as his cock slipped from her juicy cunt. For a brief second, Clayton thought all his guts would be pulled out through the end of his cock.
Then, only a lewd sucking noise could be heard. He'd pulled out of the woman's crushing grip. He looked down at his cock in amazement. The man had been sure a couple inches would have been burned off by his secretary's hot cunt. All eight inches gleamed with her fuck fluids.
His prick seemed to glow, luminous in the dim light of the room. Her cunt lips were pursed, expecting more cock.
He didn't disappoint the woman. He shoved his hips forward again. She gasped with the sudden entry, then sighed as his prick raced up her cunt again. When their bodies smashed together, crotch to crotch, the man started retreating once more.
His eight inches more than pleased Vanessa. But merely pleasing her wasn't what he intended to do. He meant to fuck her. Good. He wanted to show the power he had over her.
Summers stopped short of completely flopping from the woman's juicy pussy again. The purple hood of his prick remained inside the gently parted cunt lips. The man began a series of short, very quick strokes. He meant to fire the beautiful woman's passions as quickly as possible, then draw her out like a tightening wire.
He succeeded. Vanessa felt the rapid thrusts into her cunt. At first they just tickled. Then, as the friction built up, she felt her entire pussy warming. She tried to clamp down on the teasing cock. It wasn't possible. Her own cunt juices betrayed her. Every time she thought she had a good grip on his cock, the slick fuck fluids would lubricate him enough to let his prick slide free.
"Clayton, oh, ohhhhh!"
He kept up the short, quick piston strokes into her pussy. Each thrust resulted in a wet, sucking noise, sounding just a little louder than the time before. Soon, the only things he could hear were the lewd noise of their fucking, the woman's impassioned moans and the blood pounding like a drum in his ears.
He forgot everything else in the world. All that mattered was fucking this tight, impossibly-humid pussy. The politician began delving deeper with each stroke. At first, he'd only been going in a couple inches. Now, his hip action took him at least four inches in as he fucked away in almost mindless fascination.
Vanessa felt the deeper penetration up her pussy instantly. Her cunt lips burned. Now the first four inches of her velvety cunt started to steam up and warm her innards. The friction of his prick sliding up and down her cunt walls made the dark-haired girl struggle to hump up and meet his every thrust. As long as he gripped both her ass-cheeks, he controlled her totally.
Vanessa tried to relax and enjoy the sensations heating her up so. She felt herself becoming a blast furnace of desire. As his fucking took on a more frantic tempo, she found it impossible to relax. Her body tensed, struggling to meet every slamming stroke into her pussy.
He stuffed his cock more than six inches into her cunt with every move. He speeded up his fucking. Faster and deeper. He fucked until they were both panting with abject desire.
Soon, he again felt his balls wetly slap against the woman's upturned ass. Her face was a mask of desire. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut and bit at her lower lip.
Inside, Vanessa felt like fire ants had invaded her pussy. Tickling, crawling feelings edged throughout her belly. Each time the man fucked into her, a new and different knife rammed into her guts. A good knife, a knife that sent blazing desire into her brain, but a knife nevertheless.
As he buried his full eight inches of cock into her seething pussy, the secretary couldn't hold back any longer. She wanted to. She wanted to hoard her feelings and save them for a huge orgasm. But the fast, deep, expert fucking took that away.
The young woman came.
She wasn't disappointed, even though she'd wanted to save the feelings for one big come. The orgasm didn't strike in one powerful surge. It struck at her consciousness like the jagged edge of a serrated knife. Over and over, wave after wave of sheer pleasure jolted her body, seized control of her mind and turned her into a machine capable of only experiencing the ultimate in human ecstasy.
As her orgasm seized her totally, Summers buried his cock all the way Up her cunt. Along his prick, he felt her pussy walls collapse, contract and convulse. If Vanessa had been tight before, now she was virgin-tight.
Summers knew that convulsive strength was too great to fight. His balls hardened a bit more, then the fiery tide of his jism rocketed out the end of his prick. Blast after blast of come creamed the rocking woman's cunt. As she hunched up to try and take even more of his cock into her body, he fountained far into her depths.
Together, they were buffeted on the powerful winds of orgasm. For the pair, their climax seemed to last forever. They continually re-ignited the orgasm until both lay on the bed, exhausted by their frantic fucking.
"Very well. It's over," he said suddenly. He got up, zipped his pants and left Vanessa alone on the bed, still panting, his jizz still leaking out in a white river from her cunt.
She was dazed by all that had happened. To him, she was nothing more than a hole to be fucked. He paraded her around like a piece of prize horseflesh, and then he fucked her. Just like that.
Angry, Vanessa got up vowing to put Clayton Summers in his place, and right now.
CHAPTER FOUR
Vanessa pulled down her skirt and didn't bother putting her panties back on. She was furious with Clayton. He had shown her off like a racehorse, then fucked her and walked off. The least he could have done was stay with her for a few minutes until the warm afterglow of the fucking had begun to fade.
But no. He cared nothing for her except as a convenient and pretty hole to fuck.
She coldly eyed the people milling around the edges of the party. Most of the men were old geezers she wouldn't be caught dead with. She had to pick someone who would make Clayton angry, mad, jealous.
And then Vanessa spied him. She recognized him as a clerk who worked for the local party headquarters. He was muscular, well built and handsome enough for her purposes. She didn't care if he was a good lay or not. All she wanted right now was revenge, not a good fuck.
"Hi," she said, sidling up to the man. "I'm Vanessa."
"I know," he said. "I asked some friends. You work for Summers, don't you?"
"Yes. And you're way ahead of me," she said, moving even closer, so that her thigh rubbed against his in a most distracting manner. "You know my name, but I don't know yours."
"Frank. Frank Harris. I, uh, ummm. Do you know where your hand is right now?" he asked suddenly.
"Sure I do," she said, licking her lips with the tip of her pink, darting tongue. "And I know what condition your prick is in. Hard. Long. Ready for what I have to offer."
"What does Summers want from me?" he asked suspiciously. "I can't do him any favors. I'm just a clerk."
"Fuck Summers. I want you to fuck me. To hell with favors. I'm horny, and so are you. Isn't that enough?" She glanced toward the corner of' the room where Clayton had corralled several men and was avidly talking with them. They saw her moves on Frank, but Clayton didn't. But Vanessa knew they'd soon tell him.
Good.
"You're sure direct, I'll give you that," he said. "But why me?"
"You turn me on. And you look like you're good in bed. Why not prove it to me?"
She tightened her grip on his bulging crotch and pulled. He groaned lightly, then actually blushed in embarrassment. Vanessa felt a surge of power race through her veins. This had to be what Clayton Summers felt when he so obviously fucked her, and then went out to talk about it. She liked the feeling.
And the beautiful woman guessed she'd like Frank's cock inside her cunt, too.
"That room?" he asked nervously. "But you and him were just..."
"Fucking in there," she finished boldly. "And now it's our turn."
"Okay, then, let's go!" he cried.
Vanessa almost laughed at his eagerness. His haste to get it on was so obvious, it was almost ludicrous. But she didn't laugh. She knew better. That could mean him losing his hard-on and damaging his spirit for a long, long time. And the purpose of this illicit fucking was to give Clayton Summers a lesson. He didn't own her. This would show him that.
"Let me suck on that for you," she said, dropping to her knees in front of him the instant they got into the room and closed the door. She got into the spirit of the thing and started sucking hard on his prick.
Frank felt a sharp pang of sensation surge back into his loins. The secretary's mouth was active all over his cock. She worked up and down the stiff spire of his prick with a hunger that amazed him. She might have been stranded on a desert island for years, and he was the first man she'd seen. Her sexual hunger seemed boundless.
But he wasn't griping. Not with a mouth like that sucking and licking and sampling his steel-hard cock. He was being treated to what only the most powerful of politicians ever got. And he liked it. A lot.
Her tongue raced .around the rim of his cock. She outlined the edge of his purpled crown, then licked a little around the back of the hood. He felt tingles all the way down to his toes un-like anything he'd ever experienced before.
But his legs were weak and rubbery. He propped himself against the edge of the bed. The next thing he knew, he was lying full length on the bed with the dark-haired young girl between his legs, her mouth moving constantly up and down his length of prick.
"Ummmmmmm, you taste good!" she exclaimed, then went back to her tasty treat.
He looked down between his legs and saw her black hair cascading all over his crotch. He knew under that flowing mass of raven-black hair was a sucking mouth expertly working on his erect cock. But that wasn't going to be enough for him. Not now. He had to get into her cunt and find out what all the others bragged about constantly.
"Up, please, oh, yes!" he cried. "Straddle my waist. Get my cock into your cunt. I want to see if your cunt's as juicy as I think it should be."
She glanced up, a look of animal lust on her face. "Lemme show you!" she cried. With a single vault, Vanessa was up and sitting on his belly.
He was looking directly into her snatch. The black bush was wet with lust. She left a damp spot on his belly where she crouched. She started rising and falling over his belly. Each time she touched his body, she felt another moist spot.
"Wet enough for you?"
"Goddamn!"
Vanessa understood what he meant. She shook her head and fumbled around, saying, "Where's that yummy cock of yours?" She groped around and finally clamped her fingers around his turgid length. She guided his prick under her body, to the gently-scalloped pink lips of her pussy.
Frank felt the dampness immediately when she lowered her body enough to press her pussy lips against the tip of his cock. His swollen prick was being treated to a rainstorm of cunt juice. It leaked out from her hot interior and drenched his shivering cock. With her fingers agilely working on him, the beautiful woman made sure he was ready to fuck.
"In, stuff it in!" he demanded, feeling bold about commanding this gorgeous young secretary to do something he had figured would never happen.
"Whatever you say, Frank."
Her body lowered very slowly. The head of his cock was sucked into her seething cunt. He felt the heat assaulting the purple knob at the end of his prick and thought he might go berserk from lust. Trying to arch his back and cram himself full length into her sopping cunt, he found the beautiful woman was in total control. She raised herself just enough to prevent him fucking into her pussy, but not so far that his cock was ever left out in the cold.
She came down another inch. He felt himself plunging into the well of her cunt. It was so totally erotic he could hardly believe it was happening to him.
He watched his cock vanish into the soft folds of her pussy. The pink cunt lips puckered up and lewdly kissed his prick. The tiny droplets of cunt juice covered everything. His own bush was just as wet as hers now. From the bottom of her pussy mound, his gaze worked upward.
The trim waist, the deep depression of her navel, the heaving of her tits as she became more and more excited, was the lovely picture he saw. It pleased him. It pleased him a lot.
But the biggest thrill of all, for Frank, was getting his cock shoved all the way up the secretary's cunt. She moved her hips in an enticing circle. Twisting from side to side, she screwed herself firmly downward on his upraised cock. The sensations smashing into her body were incomparable. She loved it. If the girl had to violate her professional ethics to make Summers jealous, she might as well enjoy doing it.
The feel of his cock in her cunt made her whole, complete, a total woman. The way her pussy lips were compressed and tucked in with the prick gave her extra thrills. She felt the waves of passion surging into her cunt from all around the hot poker of his cock.
Twisting around the impaling spike of prick caused new and more intense sensations in her body. Her pussy walls clung and gripped hard at the cock inside her. She literally felt as if she were pulling her cunt walls out when she let her hips swing back and forth.
It was too good. She couldn't hold back her passions any longer.
Vanessa began fucking Frank with all the power locked up in her needy body.
Instead of letting the rest of the man's cock into her cunt an inch at a time, she simply relaxed. Gravity did all the work. The dark-haired young girl was suddenly filled with his pulsating prick. It was great. She loved the way the jerking cock strained and danced inside her tight pussy. But she wanted more. Lots more.
She tensed her leg muscles and lifted up. Clamping down with her cunt muscles, the secretary tried to keep the cock inside her. With her body lifting off and her pussy clutching fiercely, something would have to give. The flow of her cunt juices decided the matter for her.
The slippery pussy juice from her cunt betrayed her fiercely clutching pussy. His swollen cock slipped from her cunt with a sloppy wet plop.
"Umm, oh God, that's great!" Frank muttered. "Do it some more. I want more!"
Vanessa could only nod. She was so turned on that the words jumbled in her throat. The only way she could answer him was to move faster, more insistently, give him what they both wanted most.
She didn't allow Frank a chance to relax. The dark-haired young girl's trim body came hurtling down around his prick again. She might have been a fireman sliding down the well-greased pole to answer a fire-the fire blazing merrily inside her completely aroused body.
The young secretary fucked with greater speed. Rising, falling, she fucked until her cunt was quivering with undiluted sex. The feelings in her body were too intense for her to hold back much longer. The driving cock in her cunt generated friction. His prick burned. Her pussy burned. Every nerve felt like it had been dipped in searing acid. Her spine carried the message to her brain.
And then she exploded in wild orgasm.
Crying, thrashing, throwing herself around on his cock, Vanessa fucked as hard as she could. She needed that prick in her cunt. She had to possess every single inch of his cock. And he didn't disappoint her. It remained rigid, firm and...satisfying.
When the woman felt one hand clamp down on her tits, she came again. Frank had reached up and gripped a handful of tit flesh. He was teasing her, playing with her turgid nipples. Catching one mushroom-sized nipple between thumb and forefinger, he tweaked hard.
The carnal stab of delight into her chest made breathing difficult. The secretary was totally consumed with rampaging lust now. All she lived for was the fucking, the cock in her cunt, the hand fondling her tits and toying with her nipples. It didn't matter to her that he was only a file clerk. If Clayton wasn't available, any man's cock would do.
An added dimension was added to the screwing when she sensed his other hand, reaching up under their bodies. As she lifted off his cock and exposed it to the cool air of the bedroom, his hand tightly gripped his lusty cock and pressed his prick firmly into her pussy lips. This sent volt after volt of sexual electricity burning into her belly.
When she came crashing down, his cock impaling her and reaming out her snug cunt, he moved his hand to her clit. She didn't know if Frank realized what he was doing or not. It hardly mattered because he unerringly found and fingered the erect little spire of her most sensitive flesh. That was more than enough to bring her off again.
The three-fold stimulation of her erogenous zones took its toll on her. She came a fourth time. And a fifth and a sixth. She seemed to be tireless. There had to be more enjoyment in this for her. She loved the feel of the man's cock, fucking in and out of her pussy, the hand on her clit and the lust-aroused nipple being fondled.
She loved it all.
Vanessa came again. And this climax robbed Frank of his control. He was able to bear up under the intense friction of her rise-and-fall fucking. Her pussy juices lubricated his cock. But when the last orgasm caused her cunt to collapse with the force of a mine shaft closing, he felt his entire prick clutched as if by a velvet-gloved hand.
A vise closing on his cock couldn't have been tighter-and nothing was hotter than the secretary's humid little cunt.
He felt the slow tide of his jism rising from his balls. When it erupted out the end of his cock, he completely whitewashed her insides. He thrust up and ground his crotch into the girl's belly. Their crotches working hard against each other pushed them both to the pinnacle of orgasm. They soared, enjoying the ultimate in human sensation.
When they had exhausted the passion in their bodies, they lay together for a few minutes without saying a word. Then Vanessa heard the door to the bedroom open. She recognized the voice instantly.
Clayton Summers.
"Well, well, son," he said, directing his words to Frank Harris. "I see you're sampling a man's pleasure. Now get the fuck out, or I'll cut your balls off."
Vanessa smiled. She'd succeeded in making Clayton jealous.
The smile vanished when he came over to the bed and slapped her as hard as he could.
CHAPTER FIVE
"You don't own me!" flared Vanessa. "I can fuck whoever I want to. You don't have any right to tell me what to do!"
He slapped her again.
The open-handed blow sent her reeling across the rumpled bed. It didn't hurt, not exactly, but it surprised her. The calmness Summers displayed got to her, too. She'd expected him to rant and rave, shout at her, maybe even threaten to leave her alone at the party to fend for herself. Nothing of the sort happened. When he spoke, it was in quiet, measured tones.
"I don't own you. But you belong to me. You don't deserve anyone as good as I am. But you do belong to me."
"Bullshit!" She laughed nervously, trying to chase away some of the fear she felt with false bravado. "I belong to myself. I'm my own woman."
"You gave that up when you came to work for me. You knew the rules."
"Rules?" the dark-haired young woman said in disbelief. "Nothing was ever said about me being your exclusive sexual property."
"You knew it, though. And you have violated the terms of that unspoken agreement. Therefore, you must be punished for it."
Vanessa felt a surge inside her un-like anything she'd ever experienced before. It was almost as if an orgasm had smashed through her tender young body. She felt vividly the outline of his hand on her cheek now. It was a delayed reaction, and the blow burned fiercely. She reached up to touch the damage spot and found Summers' steely fingers clamped around her slender wrist.
"You must be severely disciplined," he added a menacing voice.
Vanessa felt fear for the first time.
"Wh-what do you mean?"
"You'll see."
He grabbed her and threw her full length on the bed. Her skirt hiked up again, showing graphically that she wore no panties. Her pussy lips were still bright pink from the fucking the clerk had given her. But Vanessa didn't think about any of that. Summers grabbed her and pinned her flat on the bed, the tortured springs squeaking under their combined weight.
"You can't do anything to me. I...I'll scream! There are a dozen people out there. Fifty! They'll come and stop you!"
"And what will they see?" he taunted her. "They'll see a hysterical bitch. They il believe you became distraught, and I was only trying to calm you. But they won't come in. Not this crowd."
"Why not?" demanded Vanessa, fearing Summers was right.
"This type of thing goes on all the time at these parties. They'll merely think we're becoming a little too exuberant."
The lovely girl tried to get away and failed. The politician's powerful body held her firmly on the bed now. She felt her breath coming faster, harsher, more frightened than ever. She felt like a bird fleeing from a hawk. She was the prey. She was trapped. She wasn't going anywhere until this cruel, powerful man allowed her to do so.
Allowed her.
The words echoed through her mind as if a gong had sounded. He "allowed her" to do things. She was no longer free to do them on her own. She'd wanted to show Clayton Summers that he wasn't the biggest thing in her life, and it had backfired. He had her in a position to do whatever he wanted to her.
And he would.
He came to her, bent over and firmly kissed her full on the lips. She struggled, then let her ruby lips drift open just a little. This was all the invitation the man needed. His tongue came rushing into her mouth.
For long minutes, their tongues erotically dueled. She pushed his tongue out of the way and invaded his mouth. The man's saliva tasted sweeter than any wine. She thought she was getting drunk on it. When his tongue came and wrapped itself around hers, she began a slow, deliberate stroking motion.
This was more like she'd come to expect. No rough treatment, no horrible threats. Just nice kissing followed up by a good fucking. This was what she'd wanted to achieve in the first place. And it had worked! Clayton was responding to her!
Rough pink tongue fondling tongue, she pushed both their passions to the breaking point. She hated herself for cooperating with this brutal man, but she couldn't help herself. For all her need to escape, she had an even greater need to be used by her boss.
Vanessa tried to force him away, but he only moved his lips down to the deep canyon between her tits. The sensation arrowing into her chest was almost painful in its intensity. If Summers' tongue were dipped in acid, it couldn't have given the lovely girl greater stimulation. He worked up one snowy slope of titflesh and began sucking hard on her nipple.
His lightest tongue-touch made the dark-haired young woman catch her breath. He was expert at shoving her passions to a fever pitch. The man slowly lapped along a curving path down one cone and up the other. Then he pounced. He totally engulfed the entire tip of her tit.
Once posted there, he began working on the captured nipple with his teeth. He bit down hard enough to hurt. And this perversely stimulated her. Running his teeth over Vanessa's sensitive nubbin of nipple, he tormented and hurt her until she was openly crying.
"My...my chest is on fire. It feels like it's filled with liquid fire and it's all pooling in my lungs!"
The man was too busy devouring those succulent mounds of tit flesh to answer. He wanted her tits all crammed into his mouth where he could taste them. The flesh was slightly tangy with the salt of her sweat. He licked it all up eagerly.
But he wanted those mounds of her tits in his mouth. He tried to swallow one entire mountain of tit. He failed. And this enraged him.
"You stupid cunt!" he bellowed, slapping her hard enough to make her head ring.
When Vanessa managed to get her senses back, the man towered over her, a can of shaving cream in one hand and a straight razor in the other. She was stunned. All she could think of was Clayton Summers cutting her throat.
"Wh-what are you going to do?" she stammered.
"Shave you."
"But I don't have a beard," she said in a quavering voice.
"This has got to go." He reached down and grabbed a handful of pussy fur and jerked. She screamed as pain ripped into her belly from the brutal grip. He pulled harder and forced her onto her shoulders. Legs spread obscenely wide, her bush was exposed to his eager gaze. Hands trembling, he stroked over the lustrous, fleecy pussy mound until the girl plaintively begged, "Stop, oh, please, Clayton, don't do this to me! I won't ever cheat on you again. I promise!"
"Shut up, bitch. I'm gonna make you look a helluva lot more attractive. Lean back, and let me work on your pussy."
His hands slid forward and began diddling her clit. The sudden flash of delight that leaped through her made the teenager gasp for breath. She closed her eyes and just drifted with the feelings running wild in her cunt.
She felt the shaving cream caress her most delicate flesh. Some of it even got into her pussy and burned just the slightest bit. But it felt good, cool, arousing. Then came the harsh scraping of the straight razor across her cunt lips. She screamed but didn't try to kick free. She didn't want her pussy lips sliced off.
"That's it," he said, dropping her legs. She looked down between her slender white thighs and saw her once-thick pussy mound shaved clean. Only gleaming pink flesh remained behind.
"My pussy fur," she sobbed. She felt more violated than ever before, . "his was more degrading than anything else he had done to her. Vanessa could hardly believe Clayton had shaved her cunt like this.
A sharp intake of air caused her to open her eyes again. The man was licking his lips in anticipation.
"God, I never thought that would change you so much. You're just like a tiny girl now. No pussy fur or anything. I...I gotta fuck you quick!"
She grunted as he threw himself full length on top of her body. His weight shoved her down into the bed, but it was his erect cock, driving hard up her cunt, that really excited her. Vanessa couldn't understand the changes in her. She loved this! She should hate it, but the thought of being abused and humiliated like this, the idea of forced sex-rape!-but she didn't. Instead, it drove her wild with need.
"Shaved cunt, by God, a shaved pussy!" he kept muttering to himself over and over, his cock flying like the wind as it surged in and out of her tight cunt.
The friction mounted so rapidly, Vanessa wasn't able to fully handle her own emotions. She simply let the wondrous feelings of being fucked wash over her. She came, amid shrieks and groans of carnal delight. This was the way it should be, she thought. A man shoving his long, hard cock all the way up her juicy pussy.
But not just any man. This was her boss. He was powerful politically as well as physically. He could force her to do anything he wanted. But Vanessa had to admit to herself that for him she'd do anything, anything at all, no matter how degrading or awful. She loved him more than life itself and giving him pleasure was at the top of her list.
Only in this way did she feel even a bit of the power he wielded.
Struggling against the spike of cock impaling her, Vanessa shoved her hips downward as hard as she could. It was suddenly important-vital-that she get as much of Summers' manly prick into her as possible.
Her fingernails raked long, bloody streaks on his back. Neither of them noticed. They were too busy enjoying the feelings building in their loins.
"Harder, fuck me harder!" she gasped. Gone was all thought of the people joyously getting drunk in the next room. Gone was all thought of trying to escape this man's brutal attentions. If this was rape, she was getting off on it in a big way. Her fingers sought a grip on his broad back. She had to pull him down even more into her body. The only thing in her universe was his cock surging back and forth like a piston in her well-greased pussy.
His chest rubbed suggestively over her tits. The hair matting his chest tickled and tormented her nipples. Most of all, the weight pressing down on her, mashed her tits flat.
Summers pulled himself erect and looked down into Vanessa's brilliant green eyes. She was so like a small girl now, a girl much younger. He could imagine she was only ten or twelve years old with her shaved pussy. The size of her tits put the lie to this, but he was able to imagine her totally dependent on him for her erotic pleasures.
He drove his cock into her blast-furnace-hot cunt with short, rapid strokes. He rammed with strokes designed to spark her inner fires and bring out the maximum amount of pleasure as fast as possible. He could string her out with slow, long, deep strokes or he could push her all the way to orgasm in a hurry. He was in control. He dominated the young secretary totally.
As Vanessa arched her back, he rose up. With her legs locked around his waist, he was able to pull her ass up onto the tops of his thighs. She was completely bowed, her shoulders flat on the bed. Best of all, he could watch his cock going in and out of her shaved pussy.
The man had to swallow hard to keep from losing all his iron control. The very sight of that naked cunt was enough to get him off. His tight, tumbling balls were already complaining bitterly about being locked up for so long.
They wanted to send out their fierce tide of come.
The friction of his rapid fucking had already taken its toll on this lovely girl. The warmth flooded her cunt and blasted forth into her belly. Vanessa shoved her crotch down firmly into his as she came. The number of times she came was uncoun hie. All that mattered was grinding her naked pussy over his thick bush. The smoothness of her cunt was a brand new experience for her. As her cunt juice trickled out from between her pursed pussy lips, it lubricated her hairless cunt mound.
When his fingers pressed down across the stubble left by his razor, she shivered as if with cold. But it was a hot flash of lightning lancing into her. He had unerringly found the little spire of her clit. Giving it a good going over, Summers nudged her closer and closer to another orgasm.
"like that, don't you?" he demanded.
"Oh, yes, yes! Keep fucking me. Your cock, ohhhhhh! I'm burning up from your cock!"
He laughed and pulled his prick from her tensed, drooling pussy. She went berserk from the deprivation. Being denied his hard-fucking cock was still another way he had of tormenting her. And this was one the dark-haired young woman couldn't stand!
"No, fuck me, keep fucking!"
"You'll get enough of it, you stupid cunt!" he cried out. The words shocked Vanessa, even in the throes of her wild passion. She started to struggle to get away from Summers but he was too strong for her. He caught her slender wrists in a vise-grip and fucked her like a madman.
She moaned and sobbed as his powerful prick reamed out her tender pussy. She felt the friction searing her tender inner cunt until she wanted to cry out in pain.
Vanessa came hard.
The orgasm racked her body. The feeling of being helpless fed the fires raging inside her. She couldn't understand it. He treated her like shit. He shaved her pussy. And then he fucked her. He took his pleasure with her, never once thinking if she would enjoy it.
This was totally contrary to everything Vanessa had come to believe. Women's Lib. The right to dignity. The right to choose how she fucked and with whom.
Clayton Summers took all that away from her and fucked her like she was nothing more than a slave, given by God for his personal pleasure.
And she came again.
When the hot rush of his jism gushed into her cunt, she collapsed into a tired little pile on the bed, crushed and beaten into submission.
His prick pulled out of her still convulsing cunt and limply swung between his legs. She watched in fascination as a last drop of gooey white come dripped onto the now-rumpled bed.
"We're going to my house. Get dressed. You're a fucking mess."
Vanessa obeyed, wondering why. As they left the party, no one even looked their way. It was as if all the powerful, important people gathered here had an unspoken agreement about things like this.
Things like raping secretaries.
And they all kept silent.
CHAPTER SIX
"I don't want to do this," said Vanessa, her voice shaking. Clayton Summers shoved her into the darkened room. She stumbled over a low footstool, falling to her hands and knees. Her entire body shook uncontrollably with fear.
Or was it fear?
Vanessa didn't know. She hated the idea of what Clayton had done to her. And she hated the way he so totally dominated her. Yet she needed it. She needed to bask in the man's immense power. The woman had tasted the power he wielded and wanted to feel it coursing through her own body, even if it was second-hand. Only in this way could she feel she was really getting the most out of life.
The lights went on, blinding her momentarily. She blinked hard, the tears rolling down her cheeks.
"Clayton, please, we can work all this ridiculous mess out. I know we can."
"There's nothing to work out," he said in a cold, controlled voice that both thrilled and terrified her. She felt her heart begin to beat out a tempo of stark terror. And while the beautiful woman felt her entire body filling with soul numbing fright, her pussy began to drool obscenely.
He hadn't given her back her panties before they left the party. She'd been totally naked under her skirt as he pushed her out, constantly whispering the awful threat to hike up that short, silky skirt at any instant and reveal her cunt to all those gawking party-goers. And now the juices trickled from her shorn, naked pussy and ran down the insides of her tender thighs.
The lovely young girl felt more naked than if he'd stripped her of all her clothes. Her quaking pussy was snipped clean of all her once-lush, jet-black, crinkly bush. And Clayton Summers wanted something more from her.
That was why he'd brought her to his house.
She'd been here many times, sometimes for legitimate business meetings, and sometimes for the clandestine meetings that always led to fucking. The location was perfect for privacy. The nearest neighbor was a quarter-mile down the road. The immense house set in the center of almost an acre of land.
Vanessa could scream, and nobody would ever hear her.
And she realized then that screaming would have to occur-soon. Her eyes widened in horror as she saw Clayton Summers take a long blacksnake whip from a drawer in his desk. The man's wrist quivered once, sending the long black leather band uncurling into the room with an almost obscene bonelessness.
"I'm an expert with this, Vanessa," he said in a conversational tone. But she saw the wild fire burning in his eyes. And the bulge growing at the man's crotch wasn't to be mistaken. She wondered how bad it must hurt. His cock had to be trying to turn cartwheels to make a mound that size.
Then Vanessa forgot all about such things. The leather whip came snaking through the air toward her in slow motion. She felt as if she'd been dropped into a vat of thick, sluggish molasses. She saw the ugly whip lashing toward her trim white body and couldn't move fast enough to avoid its obscene caress. She felt sudden fire in her shoulder as the whip cut through her blouse. A second cut pulled the blouse entirely from her back.
"Why are you doing this to me?" she sobbed, the pain lancing into her back almost more than she could stand. She huddled on the floor, her arms crossed over her lust tits.
As she tried to pull herself into a tight little ball of quivering, frightened flesh, she felt her mushroom-sized nipples hardening and her cunt creaming over. The beautiful woman had to admit it. She was getting horny.
Pain was turning her on.
"Stand," he commanded.
Vanessa obeyed. She stood naked to the waist, the twin welts throbbing mercilessly across her back. She shrieked as the whip wrapped itself around her hips. She felt the pain spearing into her ass and past her cunt as the whip pulled away her skirt. The secretary was now bare-ass naked in the face of Summers and his singing, torturing whip.
"Don't hurt me any more, Clayton, please don't!" she sobbed, her entire body quaking. Her tits bobbed in front of her body, the ruddy nipples tracing out invisible figure eights in the air. She reached behind her and rubbed over the welt now rising on her ass.
Vanessa instantly regretted it. Pain stabbed down into her body as she stroked across the vicious red line on her otherwise milky-white flesh.
"You love it. You want more of this!" he cried.
The whip curled out and wrapped around her slender ankle. With a quick jerk, he sent her tumbling backward, sprawling onto the floor. She stared up at him with fear in her bright green eyes.
"You are a cunt. Repeat it. Say that!"
"I...I'm a cunt!" she gasped out.
"NO!" he roared. "That's not the way you're supposed to say it, you stupid bitch! Say that you're a stupid cunt, Master!"
"I...I'm a stupid cunt, Master."
"Better, but still not good enough," he said. She watched as he fumbled out chains from the drawer where he'd gotten the whip. She began scuttling away like a crab on a beach.
"No, you won't put those on me. You can't! Please, Clayton, don't do it to me! I don't deserve this!"
His whip lashed out and caught Vanessa around the waist. She shrieked in agony. He pulled her in across the floor like a fish on a line. With deft movement, he had her wrists chained tightly together; then he worked on her ankles, allowing two feet of jangling metallic links to remain between.
"Still not good enough," he said, backing away and looking at his handiwork. She was on her hands and knees like a dog.
"Go to hell, you bastard," she cried, the tears running down her cheeks. She screamed when the whip lashed out and licked hungrily along her taut, upraised ass.
Vanessa tried to escape on her hands and knees. The chains prevented much movement. And the whip sang down on her repeatedly until she was positive her ass was being turned into a bloody mass of fleshy ribbon. Once, the whip lashed into the deep canyon between her ass-cheeks and lightly touched both ass-hole and cunt.
She screamed-and came.
The orgasm took her totally by surprise. And what surprised her even more was the way the leather thong on the end of the whip came away dampened with her pussy fluids. It had lashed into her shorn cunt lips and come away with a load of her fuck juices.
She was turned on by this. As much as it humiliated her, she had to admit she was getting off on Summers' punishment.
"Just a few more good strokes, and you'll be ready," announced Summers.
"R-ready for what?" she gasped out. The whip curled up under her heaving body and lightly touched both of her turgid, throbbingly alive nipples. The jab of pain and desire launched into her chest almost set her off again.
"Good," said Summers, ignoring her question. Vanessa recoiled in horror when she realized she wanted to please the man. Her tormentor dropped to his knees behind her, his hands stroking over her burning, whipped ass. "I'm going to give you your reward now. You will enjoy it."
She shuddered as his hands cupped both of her ass-cheeks and began squeezing down on them. The tortured, whipped flesh trembled, but the movement of his fingers actually aroused her. He wasn't going to hurt her. He had already told her that. She had pleased him. He was going to give her some of that pleasure now. This powerful, wonderful man wanted her now.
Vanessa groaned even more when she felt the long, hot shaft of his prick poking down into her ass crack. The hot cylinder of cock flesh dipped lower and lightly brushed her tensed ass-hole. She moaned and urged him to fuck her up the ass-hole.
"There!" she cried. "Fuck me there!"
"No," he said quietly. "I don't think so. Perhaps later, if you're very, very good. Right now, I'm just going to mount you like a stud dog would fuck a bitch. I'm going to show you how good it can be obeying me, as long as you're an animal."
His cock slid past her ass-hole and worked down to her trembling cunt lips. The puffy flaps guarding her shaved cunt hole seemed to flutter in response to this attention from his prick. It was so much different being fucked like a bitch in heat. It was totally different from the fucking she had received at the party. Same actions but widely-different sensations.
This was lustier, more vital, more alive somehow. And she wanted his prick more than anything else in the world. He had promised her a reward, and this was all she could have hoped for. The lovely young girl wanted it. She wanted his prick badly!
"Fuck me!" she pleaded. "Drive it all the way up into my cunt. Give me all your cock!"
His hands stroked over the reddened half-moons of her ass. He levered his hips forward, sending his prick racing into the pink, cradling dampness of her cunt lips.
The electric surge into her loins almost brought the beautiful woman off. Never had Vanessa been turned on this fast by the movement of a man's cock against her pussy lips. In it, yes, but never from just the promise of it entering her raging hot cunt.
"Fuck meeeee!" she begged. "I need it so baaaaad!" She put her head down on the cold floor and reached back between her legs with her chained hands. She found the man's balls dangling down under the long spike of his prick. She tugged at his balls and felt them churn and boil inside. Reaching higher, she captured his cock and pulled it directly toward her cunt hole.
Clayton Summers laughed delightedly, and she knew she was pleasing him. For some reason, giving him pleasure was the only thing she could think of. Nothing less would do for her. She pulled harder and positioned her own ass so that his plum-tipped cock was right in the center of her cunt.
"Fuck me," she called out. "Drive that prick all the way up my pussy. It's where I want it nooow!"
Vanessa gasped in surprise as he rammed into her pussy. The sudden penetration took away her breath. One instant, she was all hollow inside and hungering for the cock she knew would come eventually. The next instant, she had all the prick she could stand. In this position, he was able to bury himself impossibly deep in her twitching cunt.
His huge girth pushed her pussy walls to the breaking point. But she felt her inner membrane quickly expanding to take his mighty pillar of cock. His prick danced around, virile and strong, in her tightly-gripping cunt for almost a minute, as if it wanted to sample the heat boiling from her guts.
And then he began fucking her so fast she felt her teeth rattle under every single impact of his body against hers. This wasn't a slow, easy, gradual fucking. He went at it brutally, giving her his all-out best. She felt his cock ripping and roaring along her cunt, warming her belly with friction of his thrusts. The full length of her pussy contracted mightily as she came.
Vanessa heard the straining man grunt as her pussy snapped down and powerfully squeezed on his hard-fucking prick. But he didn't slow down. Her slick cunt oils allowed him to slide out easily enough, in spite of the way she was trying to clutch and hold him inside her with her pussy muscles.
"More," the beautiful woman begged. "Give me more!"
He fucked her so hard that she felt the skin rubbing off her cheek as every single slamming movement into her cunt pushed her entire body along the floor. She reached back and massaged his balls while he fucked her like a dog. She loved it. In spite of the beating and the humiliation and all the rest, Vanessa loved it and couldn't get enough.
She came again.
Vanessa screeched out a long, heartfelt, "Aieeeeee!" and kept coming. She felt like a string of firecrackers going off. Her entire body was primed and ready for cock, lots of cock. And when she felt the whip begin lashing across her hunched shoulders, she came. Anything he did to her made her respond violently. The pain mingled with the pleasure in her cunt. Everything melted together, and the entire world ruptured around her.
Summers fucked faster, his prick driving hard. And the secretary felt the next orgasm more powerfully than ever before.
Power. Clayton Summers gave her a sense of being powerful even while he was degrading her. She needed that nearness to his potent dominance. She needed it like a junkie needs dope. And the beautiful woman was getting it full bore now.
Vanessa gasped and tensed all over as the whipping continued. This time she triggered the man's climax with her convulsing cunt walls. He pumped wildly into her hot, tight pussy. His prick reamed her out good, the fuck juices leaking out around the thick plug of his cock. As her entire body tensed up, his prick jerked hard and shot out the creamy white jism locked in his balls.
The searing gush of his come set her off again. The lovely young girl loved the feel of his hairy thighs rubbing into her whipped ass. The feel of the rough rug cutting into her flesh made it lustier, better than ever. And the superheated surge of his jizz set her off with the biggest orgasm of her young life.
The instant that gooey jizz blasted into her eagerly-awaiting body, the man pulled out. The second and third and remainder of his come squirted out onto the lovely young girl's back and trickled down her spine.
She groaned as his jism trickled along her whipped shoulders and into the fiery welts he'd raised there with his whip. But she wasn't going to complain. Vanessa might have felt better at some time in the past, but she couldn't remember when it might have been.
She was getting all the attention she could want from Clayton Summers. And the man had fucked her. He had graced her with his long, hard, hot cock. What more could a mere secretary want from life than to be momentarily sharing such power?
Vanessa Curtis collapsed forward, still bound, her shaved pussy lips trembling, her well-whipped ass hot, and she knew she'd never felt better.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Vanessa wasn't sure what she hated the most. The whipping had been bad. The ugly red welts marring her once-perfect flesh were throbbing like Summers had poured acid on her. And the way her cunt tingled made her completely uncomfortable.
The fucking had been closer to a rape.
The chains still cut into her wrists and ankles, impairing her movement. The humiliation was also bad. She thought of herself as more than a simple secretary. She was a self-reliant woman working her way up in the world of politics, and this damaged her ego.
All that was bad.
Clayton Summers leaving her alone and chained in the room after fucking her was the worst.
All the sexy young woman heard was the slow gusting of her breath from her flared nostrils, the gentle beating of her own heart and the distant tick-tick-tick of a grandfather clock standing in the hallway of the Spanish-style house. No other sound reached her ears.
She strained against her metallic bonds in vain. Summers had chained her too securely for her to escape.
"Damn!" she muttered under her breath, hardly daring to speak. She was too unsure of herself. And yet in the back of her mind something burned brighter and brighter. She was getting what she deserved-and what she needed. The dark-haired girl didn't like to face that thought too fully.
By associating herself with Clayton Summers, the young secretary knew she was going places. Summers was politically powerful and got things done. And she was in some bizarre, perverted way helping him accomplish his ends. He needed sessions like this to relieve the strain. And Vanessa knew she got off on a power trip by having the man pay attention to her.
But she was so alone, so horribly, terribly alone.
She rolled over onto her side hoping to catch sight of the man. The room was deserted. She strained to hear any movement in the huge house. Nothing. Finally a faint ringing came to her ears. A telephone. But she heard no voice answering after the phone rang three times.
Vanessa waited. With the cruel links cutting off the circulation in her wrists, and the foot-length chains between her ankles, she was not going anywhere.
After what seemed like years to the woman, the door of Summers' study opened. He wasn't alone.
Vanessa blinked rapidly, clearing tears of frustration and pain from her eyes.
"What's going on here?" she demanded, her voice weak and reedy.
"This the one?" asked the taller of the two men who were with Summers.
"Of course," said Summers, a faint smile on his lips. "Isn't she everything I said she was?"
"Yeah," said the shorter, fatter man. "And she's all ours."
"Yes."
Vanessa froze inside. Her stomach knotted, and she felt as if she'd faint. She'd heard stories from other girls about the political trades made-and not all those trades involved votes. Some politicians provided women for the sick tastes of people they were trying to buy influence from. With the IRS constantly on the alert, money payoffs were virtually a thing of the past.
But human flesh. Tight cunts. Dripping wet pussy. A willing-or unwilling-girl. Those were things that never got reported on income returns.
"Okay, Fred, let's have at her. My cock's so hard I can hardly stand it," said the shorter man to the taller.
Fred nodded and advanced on Vanessa, who cowered.
"Don't do this!" she pleaded. "Please don't. I don't care what Clayton's promised you. I don't! Don't do this to me!"
"Listen to that, Fred," said the taller man. "She's everything Clayton said she was. And God is she one hell of a good-looking piece of ass."
"Her pussy's shaved," said Fred in a low, trembling voice. "Shit, that turns me on so much I'm ready to come in my pants."
To prove his point, he dropped his pants. His prick jerked upright like a telephone pole. George quickly duplicated the effort. Jutting and jerking just inches away from Vanessa were two immense cocks, both ready to bury themselves in her unwilling cunt.
"Why don't you both fuck her at the same time? That way no one has to worry over sloppy seconds," suggested Summers.
"Both at the same time, huh?" mused George. "Hell, yes! Fred, you were always a backdoor man. You fuck her up the ass and I'll use her cunt."
"Righto!"
"Please," sobbed Vanessa as they pulled her to her feet. She stood with her feet spread as wide as possible, her wrists firmly secured by the chains behind her back. She felt Fred shove his cock into her bound hands. Instinctively, she tightened her fingers around the hard, virile pillar of cock flesh. Fred moaned softly and moved closer.
The dark-haired girl wanted to die when she saw George moving in front of her. His monster prick bobbed around just inches away from her shaved pussy.
Again Vanessa felt the oddly mixed sensations in her body. The sexy young woman knew she should be feeling frightened-and she was. But mingled with it was the feel of George's hands sliding up and down the inside of her tender leg. Every time he came close to her cunt, a tiny electrical surge of desire volted into her pussy. His stroking warmed her inner thigh and made her hot for more than just fingers near her cunt lips.
She didn't know what to do or feel. And then Fred jerked hard on her hair and pulled her up onto tiptoes. With a swift movement he fastened the hank of hair to an exposed beam overhead. He took a handful of hair on the other side of her head and fastened it to the beam almost a foot from the first knot.
Vanessa found herself standing on tiptoes. Either she had to endure the almost immediate agony caused in her calves and thighs or she had to swing free suspended only by her lustrous black hair. The pain in her scalp would be more than she could bear. She reached up to relieve some of the pressure on her hair. Neither of the men moved to stop her.
She instantly found out why.
Fred moved in from behind, his prick parting her meaty ass-cheeks just as Summers' had done earlier. But this time he wasn't aiming for a rear entry to her pussy. His cock blasted hard against the tightly-held ring of her pink fisted ass-hole. She screamed in agony as he tried to sink his unlubricated cock all the way into her ass-hole.
"That huuuuurts!" she bellowed.
Everything in her body hurt. The dark-haired girl didn't know what hurt worst. The way her hair tugged at her scalp sent vicious twinges of pain all the way down her neck and into her shoulders. But her legs were cramping from trying to stand on tiptoe like she was. And the anguish of being ass raped like Fred was doing added to her troubles. She felt nothing but pain and misery and wanted to die.
"Let me alone!" she pleaded.
"She wants to be left all alone," said Summers in a mocking voice. "I think she needs company, lots of company."
"Lots of company?" asked Fred, looking at his prick. His cock slowly jerked aloft until it was almost erect. "I think she might want my poor little friend to keep her company." He moved forward and kicked her feet wider apart. For a second, the sexy young girl was suspended totally by her hair.
Vanessa blacked out from the waves of intense pain. When she came back to the reality of her torture, she felt George's half-limp prick being shoved into her naked, shaved-clean twat. The huge cock pulsed slowly and throbbed against her most sensitive flesh. Even as she hung there she felt his prick stiffen more and more, until it filled her terror-tightened cunt.
Her pussy trembled around the now hard and throbbingly-virile cock inside her. She tensed and then relaxed, realizing that he was going to fuck her, and there was no way in hell she could prevent it.
"All hard, and ready to fuck," sang out George. "How are you doing, backdoor man?"
"Working on it," replied Fred.
The dark-haired girl found out what Fred meant right away. The blunted nose cone of his prick poked harder into the ring of her ass-hole. She kept her ass-hole tight to prevent any prick from raping her up the ass. But it was a losing battle. In spite of the pain and humiliation of being strung up by her ebony hair and then fucked in this bizarre manner, she wanted his prick.
Vanessa loved the feel of his hands moving slowly over the smooth, whipped curves of her ass. He kneaded the doughy half-moons of her ass-cheeks and then pulled hard at them. She thought Fred was going to rip them off her body. The dark-haired girl tensed and moaned out her agony, then relaxed as he allowed her ass flesh to close together again.
As the strung-up girl relaxed, the man's prick shot fast and hard into her ass-hole. She felt his cock plunging deep into a private hole where only Clayton Summers had gone before. He fucked into her ass and then stopped, his cock pulsating hotly in the chained girl's tight ass-hole-her tightest passage.
"Please," she sobbed, tears finally flowing. "Don't do this to me. B-b-both of you in me at the same time's too much. You're t-t-tearing me up!"
"Isn't that a shame," grunted George insincerely. "She doesn't like both of us inside her at the same time. But I love it. It feels damned good to me!"
"I can feel your goddamn cock pressing into mine right through her guts," said Fred, shaking his head in agreement. "And hot! Damned if she's not just about the tightest ass I ever fucked."
Vanessa hung between the two men, sobbing and wishing she were dead. Her entire body ached, and her scalp was beginning to feel the real strain of suspending her entire weight. The places where her hair had been tied to the rafter overhead throbbed and pulsed hotly, sending lances of pain down her neck and into her throat. Even her tits hurt from the way they had strung her up.
But the dark-haired secretary was still so confused she didn't know what to feel. Both cocks inside her body at the same time made her tremble and moan with lust. They filled her to the point where her guts felt as if they would explode. But the young secretary loved the feeling. A single prick wouldn't have given satisfaction to her. Two did.
"Please," she begged them, knowing it wouldn't do her any good. "Stop it!"
The man banging away at her ass-hole grunted in disagreement. "No way, and I never heard of a chick who didn't get off on getting buggered. I think she's just being contrary for the hell of it. Maybe she's a prick teaser at heart. Is that right, Clayton? Is this cunt just a prick teaser?"
"Fuck her, and see for yourself. I find her amusing."
Vanessa didn't know what she was doing. The feel of Fred's prick moving in and out of her ass-hole made her think his cock had been dipped in some sort of acid. It seared her tender flesh and made her ass flesh feel as if it were being eaten up by millions of fire ants. But Vanessa knew that under other circumstances she would have been begging him to corn-hole her faster.
She'd never had a man fucking her up the ass like this before, but she thought she might have liked it under different circumstances. Summers had raped her up the ass while shoving her head into a toilet, and now he had given her to Fred and George to fuck in return for some political favor. Vanessa knew she might have liked the ass fuck if it had been done differently. But to be treated like a commodity, to be exchanged for some favor, turned her off. With George's prick firmly lodged in her cunt at the same time, it was more than she could take.
The feel of his prick slipping in and out of her pussy did give her the most pleasure of all the things happening to her. She didn't get off on the pain in her neck and shoulders, nor did the secretary like the way they kept her wrists chained together. Those two things made her completely helpless, yet that helplessness allowed her to really get into the fucking. Her thoughts were all mixed up.
She couldn't stop them. She was chained up and dangled from her own long black hair. All she could do was endure what they were doing to her. And as she concentrated on the movement of their pricks in her tight cunt and ass, she came.
Vanessa hated herself for it, but she came anyway. The dark-haired girl knew that this was a sure sign to the two raping men that they were doing things to her that she couldn't resist. She didn't want them continuing their ass-raping and pussy-ravaging ways, but she couldn't hold back the flood of her seething emotions either.
Swinging slightly, dangling entirely from her hair, the girl felt the racking waves of orgasm blasting through her tender young body. The way her pussy contracted around the cock up her would have been exquisitely pleasing under normal circumstances. Now it was only part of the whole package.
"Shit, she's crushing my cock," gasped Fred from behind. "I felt her entire ass-hole clamp down on me. It was like fucking into a guillotine. It's fucking great!"
The man increased his speed, driving his prick harder and deeper into her ass-hole. The sexy young woman couldn't stop herself from bending forward as much as she could from the waist. This shoved her ass back into the circle of the man's crotch. His cock sank an extra half-inch up into her flaming hot ass-hole.
Grinding her hips rubbed her well-whipped ass flesh against his hairy thighs. This sent new and surprisingly wonderful sensations of joy into her loins. The cock, the hairy legs, the feel of his hands gripping at her meaty ass-cheeks, all got her off again.
"Let's do this right," said George, sweat pouring off his face and dripping down his chest. "You in, me out. Then we reverse. That way we can keep her going for a long time."
"I'm already in," grunted Fred. "I'll start pulling out now. You get your goddamned prick all the way into her cunt as soon as I'm fully out."
As Fred spoke, the two men acted. Vanessa thought she would go mad from lust when the pricks changed places in her guts. The hot length of prick slid from her ass-hole until only the thick head remained in the tight ring of her ass-hole. But at the same time Fred was retreating, her pussy was being stuffed full of George's hard, wonderfully virile cock.
"Please, I'm on fire inside. Why are you doing this to me?"
"The highway," panted George. "The goddamn highway! We want to give Clayton the best possible estimates for it, don't we?"
He bent forward and started licking at her tits. She felt his rough, pink tongue slither down the side of her left tit and stroke through the deep canyon between her mounds of tit flesh.
George sucked in his breath as Vanessa climaxed. The girl vaguely realized that her pussy walls were convulsing powerfully around his buried cock and giving it the thrill of a lifetime. But she was past caring about that. The pain and pleasure these two building contractors gave her mixed into a dose of sensation so powerful she couldn't keep from coming again and again.
"Gotta back away," muttered George, his cock already leaving her pussy. She moaned in horror at the loss. It seemed to be the only thing she had that could offset the pain she felt in her wrists and shoulders and head. The hair on her head felt as if it would pull loose at any second.
But the two men worked together well as a team. As George's cock left her pussy with a wet, lewd sucking sound, Fred's prick raced up into her ass. She felt that cock pulsing hotly against her raped bowels, every contour of the cock feeling as if it were branding itself into her soft ass flesh. The filled feeling increased and the sexy woman exploded once more in orgasm.
"She's chopping off my goddamn cock," protested Fred. "I know, dammit, I know it! Every goddamn time she comes, her ass-hole smashes down on me. The entire length of my prick's being hammered flat. God, talk about tight and hot! Her ass-hole is the tightest and hottest!"
Vanessa barely heard the man's words through the roaring of her own pulse. It pounded like the ocean surf in her ears. She thrashed around, but she was too firmly held in place by the bonds of her own hair and the twin spikes of the men's pricks.
Twisting and grinding her hips, she got even more stimulation from the dual fucking. The girl's body seemed poised on the pinnacle of ultimate human pleasure. In spite of the horrible things they were doing to her, in spite of the pain she felt, in spite of knowing she was a prisoner to be sexually abused, Vanessa climaxed powerfully.
"Can't hang in there any longer," cried out Fred. The sexy young woman felt his prick growing inside her. Tensing her ass-hole around his cock proved impossible. His thick prick began fucking her with all the power and lust locked up in the man's hips. He slammed repeatedly into her pillowy ass, driving his cock deeper and deeper into her softly-yielding ass-hole.
She cried out in pain. He ripped and tore at her now. But when the hot rush of his jism filled her bowels, it was almost a relief. His prick began to deflate and gave her some respite from the filled-to-overflowing feeling in her guts.
All that remained to torment her was George's hard-fucking prick. And even he had begun to fuck her more forcefully, corkscrewing his way into her pussy. She felt every single inch of his cock lifting her into the air. She didn't think it was possible when he was pushing her entirely off her feet.
For an instant, the dark-haired girl swung free, her cunt filled with his mighty cock. Her entire weight was suspended on his hard, quivering prick as she swung backwards. And then he pulled free of her cunt again with the same lewd, plopping, sucking sound. She gasped as he broke the intense erotic vacuum formed between her pussy walls and the piston of his cock.
"You're tearing me up inside. And my head! I can't stand any more! I hurt all over. Stop it, stop it!"
He fucked faster. Her words fell on deaf ears. She tried to reach out and grab him, to shake him and make him stop torturing her like this. The sexy secretary didn't know for sure, but she guessed that the hidden Clayton Summers was getting an eyeful as the two men ravaged and raped cunt and ass-hole in that instant.
Her entire body quivered like a raw nerve ending. Every single stroke of George's prick into her seething, hot cunt pushed her just a little closer to total madness. The pain and pleasure flowed through her body, mixing strangely. She didn't know whether to come or cry.
Vanessa did both.
And then came the liquid gush of the man's prick as it emptied itself into her twitching pussy. Her cunt walls contracted and gripped hard at his buried cock, squeezing down on it and getting the most sensation possible.
Vanessa came and came and came. By the time the dark-haired girl's orgasm had passed, the man's cock had turned limp and had dribbled from her cunt. She hung by her hair, pain her only companion now. The thick juices from both men's cocks leaked from her ass-hole and pussy and ran down the insides of her thighs, drying and caking.
The young girl sobbed as she dangled painfully from the beam overhead. She felt her neck muscles beginning to knot and her hands had long since turned numb from lack of circulation.
And Vanessa cried bitterly-because she had gotten off so much on the abuse Fred and
George had given her. Even worse, she had felt Clayton Summers' hot, eager eyes watching all the while. He had gotten off on the abuse, too. She hated him, and she hated Fred and George, and she hated herself even as she relished the warmth and inner glow from the fucking.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Vanessa sobbed quietly, more ashamed than she had ever been in her life. She knew that there hadn't been anything she could have done differently to prevent Fred and George from raping her up the cunt and ass.
What degraded her the most was that she'd loved it.
Every single thing that Clayton Summers had done to her, she'd secretly gotten off on. Being chained and fucked like a bitch had really turned her on. And when the men strung her up to the overhead beam and fucked and ass raped her, she'd gotten off in a big way. She knew Summers was watching, and this got her off even harder.
"Please, Clayton, cut me down," she pleaded. Then she considered what she'd just said and exclaimed, "Don't cut me down! Untie the knots in my hair. Don't cut my hair!"
The thought of losing all that lustrous raven-black hair horrified her more than anything else Summers had done to her. It was bad enough that he'd shaved her pussy as clean as a whistle. She hadn't been that naked between her legs since she was ten years old. It made her feel like a little girl again, helpless, weak and totally vulnerable to whatever he wanted to do.
But her hair! That would be too much. All the abuse she could stand-even get off on-but to lose her hair was too much.
"I like your long hair," said Clayton, strutting up in front of her. He reached out, his finger lightly playing with her left nipple.
She gasped as she felt excited blood rushing into her nipple to fill it to the point where her nipple seemed ready to pop.
"Yes, you're ready for some more action. I'm ready for my sex slave to give me more action." Summers reached up and quickly undid the knots holding her hair to the beam. She fell heavily at his feet, her head resting against his knees.
Vanessa breathed hard, panting due to her fear and arousal.
"You did well with my two business associates. They will prove very helpful when the contracts for the new interstate highway are put to bid. I think it'll be quite a feather in my cap politically."
In spite of herself, Vanessa had to ask, "How do you know they'll keep their word?"
Summers laughed easily and reached down to lace his fingers through the tangled mat of her once-lustrous hair. He smiled wickedly as he answered.
"It's so simple. If they want more from you, they have to come to me. I can withhold your virgin-tight cunt or your gripping ass-hole from them. Once they've tasted those delights, they are hooked. I assure you, they will do as they are told, now that they've sampled your unworthy flesh."
"But," Vanessa said, hating herself for such curiosity, "they can get the same elsewhere. I'm nothing special."
"True," admitted Summers. "But I also took video tapes of the entire sordid scene. If they don't want those tapes sent to their wives, they'll play along. But those tapes will never be mentioned as long as they give me everything I want. An elegant solution to my political problem, isn't it?"
Vanessa had to admit that it was. With a single act, Summers had trapped two influential businessmen and now controlled them totally. He could make them jump through hoops at his command.
Clayton Summers had told her that if she became his secretary and quit school, she'd learn more about politics than she could from a book. He'd been right. Vanessa was learning lots. And it both thrilled and horrified her.
"I think I'll fuck you," he said to her. "No, I want you to suck my cock. Yeah, that's nice.
Don't you agree, Vanessa?"
The beautiful woman only moaned in despair. There was no stopping this man from his tortures.
Clayton grabbed Vanessa around the waist and pulled her to a kneeling position. This allowed her to lean forward, his powerful hands supporting her weight. Vanessa let her mouth reach out and down. In a second, she found his warm cock under her lips.
Her tongue looped out of its own accord and pulled her boss' limp prick into her mouth. The woman began sucking Summers' cock, giving him head and trying to make him stiff once more. The taste of his prick and her own saliva spurred her on.
And her knowing mouth worked miracles on the man's prick.
Summers' hands tightened around his secretary's waist. He bent forward and whispered hotly in her ear, "Imagine that's a horse's cock in your mouth. Imagine it!"
Vanessa gasped and swallowed convulsively. Put her mouth on a horse's prick? The idea repulsed her. Everything Clayton was doing repulsed her. And in spite of it, she sucked even harder on his prick. Also, as much as she hated to admit it, she liked the feel of Summers' hands around her waist, supporting her, keeping her from falling forward. With her hands chained behind her back, he was her sole support.
Vanessa finally felt his cock coming to life again. His prick sprang into full erection with her tongue wrapped all around it. She sensed the beating of his heart. Every time his heart throbbed, his prick jerked in cadence. Vanessa could tell the state of his arousal by the number of jerks and bobs per second. If she was any judge, she was giving him the blow job of his life.
Summers finally spoke.
"About time for you to really suck, isn't it? I don't want you fucking around any more. I don't want the half-assed head you'd give those other two. I want the real thing. So suck, damn you, you ignorant cunt. SUCK!"
The dark-haired young girl felt her boss reaching for something on the nearby table. When she felt the sting of the whip across her shoulders, she involuntarily sucked in her breath. This pulled his prick deeper into her mouth.
And he was just getting started.
"Careful," Summers cautioned. "It feels like you're trying to pull it out by the roots." He reached down behind her and unlocked the chains around her wrists while keeping the ones on her feet. But with her hands freed now, Vanessa knew she could do so much more to give pleasure to Clayton Summers.
"I can think of a lot better things to do with such a tasty-looking prick." She stroked up and down the pulsating length a few more times, feeling the virile flesh quiver under her slender fingers, sensing the excited beating of Clayton's heart through the thick blue vein on the topside.
"Just suck it good, bitch! That's all I want from that mouth of yours. Not talk, just sucking."
"Ummmm, yes," the beautiful woman murmured, relishing the taste of his cock even more. She was beginning to dig this bondage sucking a lot. No matter that he'd done horrible things to her. Hadn't he just freed her hands? That told her he wanted lots more from her. And she'd give it to him.
He looked down at her bobbing head, then pulled her face upwards to peer into her face. He saw Vanessa's face lighted up with desire. Her eyes burned like twin coals. Her lustrous black hair shone with the faint glow coming from the nearby lamp. Summers couldn't remember seeing her more lovely or desirable.
He gulped when she squeezed down on his prick again. His organ felt like it would explode at any instant. But the man needed more than this to be happy. He reached down, picked up the whip and began lashing her back with it. She flinched at every blow but kept her mouth working on his prick.
Clayton just wished he could tell his cock that this was just the start, that better mouthing would come later on. His turgid cock strained in Vanessa's grip. Her cool fingers worked up and down, tantalizing, stimulating, touching all the right places. She took the triangular flap of skin dangling underneath the plum-colored knob of his cock and began working it back and forth under her thumb. Clayton was certain he was going to cream all over his good pants.
"Cut that out," he said. "I...I don't want to ruin my new trousers."
"No," cooed Vanessa, "we wouldn't want that to happen. I suppose something will have to be done about it." She dived down to his crotch, her mouth taking his prick fully into her mouth. Ruby lips puckered in a sensuous "O" shape as she sucked hard on his pecker.
The taste of his cock excited her like nothing else. She felt her breath coming faster and faster until it felt like sandpaper in her throat. Sucking harder made Summers groan in pleasure. She lashed out with her tongue, giving his cock the lashing he was giving her back with the whip. Circling and whirling around the sensitive tip, she made sure the man's cock was thoroughly covered with her saliva.
Vanessa began to gently gnaw on the rubbery prick in her mouth. The flesh was firm and resilient now. The sounds of his arousal spurred the beautiful woman on. Her tongue spun like a tornado around the rim of the prick she so lovingly cradled in her mouth.
"More!" he demanded. He began beating her wildly with the whip. Every single lash sent lances of pain into her back, into her chest, throughout her entire body. But the pain was a goad to more action. She secretly vowed to give him the best blowjob he'd ever received. After all, he deserved it. He was a powerful man, a man able to command and receive what he desired.
She tried to stuff her tongue down the pinprick hole at the end of the massive cock. She knew it wasn't possible. But just trying gave them both intense pleasure. Increasing the suction, she pulled Clayton's cock into her mouth inch by slow, agonizing inch. She had sucked cock long enough to know how to take a man's length without gagging. She took his entire eight inches down her throat.
Every time the young woman swallowed, a jolt of delight surged into Summers' loins. He felt her tongue moving gently, erotically, along the underside of his cock. Her throat was a tight sheath of flesh around him. Her lips brushing the sides of his prick sent tremors earthquaking into his balls. He felt his balls tumbling and lurching in the lead-heavy load of his jism. It wouldn't be long before he blasted out his fiery come into the sucking woman's mouth.
He tried to control his body. It felt so damned good, having that hot mouth around his cock he could barely control the car, much less his own runaway desires. Every time his secretary exhaled, he felt a hot gust of her breath rustling through his bush. It both tickled and stimulated him further.
Clayton couldn't begin to control his renegade, bucking hips any longer. He was held captive by the dark-haired young girl's mouth. He was going to come too soon. He began beating her furiously with the whip, hoping she would release some of the leech-like suction on his cock. But the beating only made her suck even harder. His jizz was being pulled from his balls by her incredible sucking mouth moving up and down his iron-hard length.
Vanessa began moving her head up and down the rigid spire of cock. She used her teeth to lightly score the sides of the man's prick. The skin bunched up a little as she moved. The flavor of cock turned her on like it always did. Nothing mattered to her that this us was the first time she'd gone down on him like this while he beat her. She enjoyed it. Maybe because of the pain he inflicted with the lashing, torturing whip, she enjoyed it.
"Ummm, good," Vanessa mumbled around the plug of flesh in her mouth. Summers was too far lost in the wonderland of the sensations hammering into his balls to do more than jump from foot to foot.
Vanessa pressed her tongue firmly down on the top of the pulsating cock. Excited blood surged back and forth along the entire length. Knowing Clayton as she did, she realized she had only a couple more seconds of divine sucking before he erupted with the force of an exploding volcano.
Rolling her rough, eager tongue around the purple hood of his cock, she made sure he was stimulated to the utmost. When his hips began jerking forward and he began feverishly face-fucking her, she tasted a bitter drop of pre-come beading at his cock's piss-slit. She took each driving, thrusting motion of his prick. She let the man fuck her face as if it was a brand-new experience. She wanted Clayton to get off in a big way-and she'd get off then, too.
Vanessa desperately needed the emotional release. It had been too long since they'd really enjoyed fucking together.
His hips rocketed up again and again, pistoning his cock into her face. She pressed even more firmly against the top of his prick with her rough, slithering tongue. She wanted to capture every single bullet of come.
She barely missed the first streaming gout of jism. When the man came, the glob of creamy white come arched past her tongue and splattered against her tonsils. The second smeared all over her tongue. Each successive blast was carefully snared and rubbed all over the woman's hungering tongue. Her taste buds told her this was the ultimate flavor in the universe. Nothing was better.
She sucked harder to milk him of every pearly drop of his come. Summers fucked wildly for a few more seconds, then stepped back away from her. The man was panting from the exertion.
"Damn, but you've got a hungry mouth," he said. "You never really change, do you? All you want is cock. Nothing else will satisfy your sex-crazed desires."
"Your cock," Vanessa said numbly. "It's like a fountain! And it gushes out whenever I turn it on!" She sat up, tongue slipping from between her ruby lips to capture the last drop of hot, spewing jism trickling from the corner of her mouth. She sighed. It had been good.
Summers looked down at his crotch and saw the once-proud cock dissolving back into the shadows. No longer rigid, his prick curled up and went back to sleep. He tucked his organ into his pants and said, "I think you need more discipline. This wasn't as good as it could have been for me."
"Fuck me, Clayton-master!" Vanessa said hotly. "I want to fuck you!"
But the beautiful woman knew it was no use. Clayton Summers took a step back and uncurled the whip. It snaked out and curled around her neck. For a moment, she thought she was going to be choked to death. A single flick of his wrist released the death-grip. But Vanessa discovered something fantastic. That momentary thrill of immediate death had made her hornier than ever.
She didn't understand it, but she wanted to get fucked more than ever now. By Clayton.
For Clayton Summers she would do anything. Anything at all, no matter how degrading or perverted. us
CHAPTER NINE
"My arm is tired," complained Summers. "I've been beating you too long. You made me do it, too. You realize that, don't you, my darling little cunt?"
Vanessa was too dazed to know what the man was saying. After she'd sucked him off, he'd begun beating her with the whip. He'd been as merciless as he was expert with the whip.
No matter where she moved around the room, he found her flesh with the licking leather tongue. And freeing her hands had made her even more helpless, not less. He'd kept her feet chained together so she couldn't run, but the relative freedom of her wrists made her think she had more power over him.
She didn't.
The more the pretty woman tried to fend off the whip with her hands, the more inventive Summers became in using it. He had lightly nipped and picked at her nipples until they were red and raw and throbbing-with lust. Each longing caress of the whip over those turgid mushroom-sized piles of erectile flesh sent gallons and gallons of excited blood pumping into them.
How had he managed it without leaving even one red welt the abused young girl didn't know. All she could say was that Clayton was superb when he whipped her.
And her cunt!
How he longed to have all her fleecy black cunt bush back. He had whipped her as she crawled. And every single one of those hard lashes had landed either between her ass or across her pussy. The pain lancing into her cunt made her shudder and moan and sob uncontrollably. And what worried her even more was the way her cunt dribbled its fuck juices.
He beat her cunt lips with his whip, and her cunt got all juicy like she was excited and wanted him to fuck her with his cock. The young secretary didn't understand what was happening to her.
She loved Clayton. That was for sure. No matter what he did to her, she loved him. But why did he have to treat her like a pile of dog shit? She'd spread for him in a hurry. She loved him.
But it was obvious that he could only get off when he was abusing her, making her feel like trash, doing hideous things to her creamy, tender, white body.
As much as Vanessa hated to admit it to herself, the feeling of power exuding from the tall, gaunt man turned her on no matter what he did. She'd never felt it with anyone else before. Every one of the men-boys, really-she'd gone out with in high school and the two years she'd spent in college seemed bland, dull, childish. Clayton Summers was a man, a real man. When he spoke, others listened. When he commanded, everyone obeyed.
Vanessa Curtis needed a man like that, a take-charge sort who knew what he wanted out of life and took it.
She just wished he didn't have to beat her across her shaved pussy lips.
"I'm ready to fuck you now," he said in a low voice.
Desire blasted through the tortured woman's body. She wanted to feel that long, powerful prick delving deeper and deeper into her cunt, making her into a real woman, giving her the pleasure that can only be given to a woman by a man.
"Fuck me, Clayton!" she moaned. "Fuck me good!"
"You didn't call me Master," he said in a chiding voice. "I see that you'll have to be punished for that. I shall punish and fuck you at the same time. Now how shall I do it?"
"You w-want me to give you my own punishment?" she asked, astounded. Her mind raced. If she told him something too simple, not harsh enough, he'd really torture her. On the other hand, Vanessa wasn't sure she could stand real discipline.
"Of course, you ignorant slut. What shall I do to properly discipline you for this infraction?"
"Anything you want, Master," she said in a trembling voice. She felt like a trapped animal again, her feet caught in a trap, with no way to escape.
"I know. I shall tie you up by your hair again. I do so love that long, long black hair of yours."
"No, not that!" she screamed. "That hurts!"
Vanessa couldn't forget the way she'd felt after Fred and George had fucked her up her ass and cunt. Her ass had ached and her cunt tingled but her scalp had hurt. Really hurt. And it was so degrading being strung up by her precious, long hair.
"Very well," he said, surprising her with his mercy. "I won't hang you up by your hair. I watched while those two buffoons fucked you that way, and it didn't appear all that exciting. I have another method in mind."
"Yes, Master, yes, anything!" she gushed, not caring. As long as he didn't harm her hair further, she knew she could survive. When he unfastened the chains on her ankles, she thought he was going to fuck her in the usual way, maybe even in a nice, soft bed with the lights turned low. She thought that until he dragged her into the next room.
Rigged in the doorway leading into the bedroom was a single steel bar just a little above her shoulder height. He gripped her hair even harder as he pulled her over to the bar and yanked her upright.
He lifted her arms over the cold steel bar, then used adhesive tape to fasten her wrists together and used another loop of tape around her waist to hold her wrists there. The bar effectively pinioned her arms, forming an axle about which Summers could spin her. The sticky adhesive tape would hurt like hell when he pulled it off too. But what did he care? That might only add to his enjoyment later.
"Please, Master. This hurts!"
"Tough shit," he said in a voice hardly more than a whisper. "You're hanging nice and loose for me-for me!"
He gave her a shove and sent her rocking, the bar under her armpits, supporting her weight.
"And your feet just reach the floor. Good."
Vanessa noticed how she was straining. Her toes barely touched the floor. The aching in her calves was beginning to rival the pain she felt in her shoulders and arms. And there was no telling what the man would do to her.
Summers walked back and forth in front of her, surveying the way she strained. Her tits were pressed almost flat against her chest with the strain of maintaining the position. Her leg muscles were tight and firm. Her ass tensed and looked inviting enough to fuck. And her shaved pussy was already dotted with tiny beads of fuck sauce. Just being tied up and at the mercy of this man was enough to make the abused young girl want him.
He continued letting his light, sex-hungry eyes roam over her helpless young body. It seemed to bother her. He liked that. It made him feel even more powerful. As she shifted position trying to get more comfortable, the firm mounds of her tits bounced just a little. Not too much, not too floppy, but enough to show she had big enough tits to be interesting.
The brown patch of skin around her nipple visibly pulsated. The bright red nipples pasted on each tip of her twin mounds of tit flesh pointed directly at him. They might have been accusing fingers.
He stepped closer and took her tits in hand and shoved hard. The smooth skin flowed under his fingers, and the girl's body rocked and swayed on the steel bar.
"Yes," he said. "That's good." He licked his lips as he studied her wanton nakedness.
The man could hardly believe his good fortune at finding such a willing secretary. The big tits were nice, but the rest of the package was well worth a second look, especially now that she was completely under his power. He moved around behind her.
Her trim waist hinted at one hell of a good fucking awaiting him. The ass was warm and womanly. Her ass wasn't one of those tight, masculine asses so may of the younger teenagers sported. This was a real ass, a fuckable woman's ass.
He grabbed hold of both ass-cheeks, one in each hand. He tried to pull the ass flesh from the pretty woman's body. She had to arch her back and shove her ass toward him. She softly moaned.
He couldn't tell if it was from pain or pleasure. Not that it mattered to him.
He was getting his rocks off already. And more succulent woman flesh would be his before he finished with Vanessa. His cock turned cartwheels in his pants. His prick was begging to be let out to dip into the pink cunt lips underneath that bare patch of pussy mound.
"You like it, don't you?" he demanded. "You want me to fuck you. You want my prick buried balls deep in your slimy cunt. Perhaps I'll just leave you for a while. This is
Friday. I could come back Sunday evening."
"Two days!" cried Vanessa, shocked. "You can't leave me here like this for two days! You just can't!" A feeling of utter helplessness flooded her senses. She strained to pull at the adhesive tape. It itched and cut deeper into her soft flesh. There was no escape for her.
And the way her shoulders and arms were aching now-in two days they would be killing her. Clayton Summers couldn't just abandon her like that. He couldn't!
He saw the sudden fear flaring on her beautiful face. He laughed harshly, turned and walked away. Vanessa almost fainted from the sudden realization that the man could do anything he wanted to her, no matter how depraved.
"I can leave you trussed up like that. Your hands are bound in such a way you could never get free. And think of the mess. Can you hold in all your shit and piss for two days? I doubt it. You'll be standing in the middle of your own foulness."
"You...you'd have to clean it up," Vanessa said desperately.
"Oh, no, Slave, I wouldn't. You would. You would have to lick it up. Push it around with your tongue, then lap it up. Yes."
She almost pissed in fear then. Only the knowledge that the man was telling her exactly what he would have her do stopped the stream of smelly piss. Cold, gnawing fear settled into the secretary's belly.
Vanessa closed her eyes and swallowed hard. And then she yelped when she felt Summers' cock poke into her cunt lips. She struggled to get away from the unexpected force of his prick. But there was no escape. With her arms bound as they were, she was completely powerless. He could do whatever he wanted to her.
And right now he was going to fuck her.
His hands went under her ass-cheeks and lifted her up. She was able to support a little more of her weight on her arms, but not enough to take all the strain off. As he lifted her hips upward, her cunt exposed itself to his questing prick.
Summers jammed his hips forward and sank balls deep into her juicy pussy.
They both gasped at the sudden penetration of her tight cunt.
It would have hurt-bad-if her cunt hadn't been dewy from the idea of having him fuck her. As it was, she merely groaned when she felt the thick cock driving all the way in, spreading her pussy walls out of its way.
Once buried in her juicy cunt, his cock didn't feel any different than any other man's. Closing her eyes, the abused young girl was able to make believe that this was happening all in a dream, that it wasn't a flesh and blood cock fucking her pussy.
She kept telling herself this over and over.
He started swinging her in a shallow arc. She rocked to and fro on the steel rod. This carried her cunt away from his prick. He didn't have to move his hips at all. Her swinging body was doing all the work of fucking.
She was actually fucking herself for her dominating master's convenience.
He continued swinging her back and forth on his prick several times. Once, she grunted and felt the entire length of her cunt collapse around the massive girth of his cock. She felt the broad purple cock head deep inside her pussy. His prick danced around with wild lust.
Every single contour of his cock stood out in bold relief. She even felt his balls banging against her ass-hole. She remembered when he had chained her and fucked her up that ass-hole. And how he had whipped her. And abused and degraded her-like he was doing now. Then all such memories were driven from her head. He was rocking her high on the bar, then releasing her.
The pain was immense in her shoulders and spreading rapidly into her chest. This canceled the intense pleasure he was generating in her trim, lush body by fucking her.
"Ummmmm, good, Master, so gooood!"
"It should be," he grunted. "I know what my slaves want. And you want more cock, don't you, cunt? Don't you?"
He emphasized the question with a faster swing. She had to put her legs up around his waist. The rocking motion made her feel as if she'd go sailing off into space at any instant.
He took the slender legs wrapping around his waist as a sign that she was agreeing with him. He fucked faster.
The lewd, squishing noise of his cock thrusting in and out of her juicy pussy filled the silent house. It echoed and came back to taunt the bound, helpless girl. She felt so many conflicting emotions at the moment, the sounds only added to her confusion.
She should have been aroused by the sounds of fucking. It was a good sound. The noises of a man fucking a woman should have sent her off on a wild climax. But all she could think of was the strange position she found herself in. Here she was, tied up around a steel bar, swinging back and forth so that Summers' prick penetrated her cunt-and she was actually beginning to enjoy the hell out of it.
She shouldn't respond so vigorously, so positively. She tried to keep that thought in mind. This was sick, wanting to be someone else's slave. No matter that the man was dominating, more masculine than any stud she'd ever met before, that he was a powerful politician with influence reaching all the way to Washington. This was the era of Women's Lib. She had tried to be independent, as assertive as any man, to raise her own consciousness.
She loved being the helpless slave of this commanding man.
No matter how degrading, she enjoyed it. Then she screamed a loud, ear-piercing scream of agony. Summers had added a new dimension of pain to the fucking.
He pulled a bit of the adhesive tape off the roll and plastered it across her aroused nipples. Then he yanked it off. She felt her sensitive, delicate skin tearing.
Her tits hammered with forbidden desires. They were like balloons overfilled with air. They threatened to pop at any instant. And then he ripped the adhesive tape off her nipples.
The arrows of pain shot deep into her chest. The waves of pain from her tortured tits and aching shoulders pressed downward in a dull tide. It threatened to swamp her young body. But the pleasure building in her cunt was more than enough-so far-to offset it.
Somehow, Clayton had achieved just the right balance of torment. The dull, aching pain was erased by the wellings of joy from her well-fucked pussy. She didn't understand it. It only made her more confused than ever.
"Why are you doing this to me?" she sobbed.
"Why? This is your lesson for the day. Don't you find it instructive? Pain can be very instructive. And I want you to think about why you are content to be my sex slave. Why you keep coming back for more. Why you enjoy being chained and whipped and raped. Think about it, you stupid cunt, think about it!"
He started swinging her in a long arc. Each time their sweat-dampened crotches smashed together, it was like a car slamming into a wall. He penetrated her body deeper and deeper as the force of his fucking strokes increased.
The lovely woman took the full pressure on her arms. They were aching horribly but she couldn't think of anything but her pussy. It burned with desire!
She hated herself for that. But her body was telling her to enjoy this rape.
She abandoned herself totally to Clayton. She pulled him closer with her strong legs. Vanessa locked her ankles behind his waist to keep him from backing away. If she was going to be raped, then, by damn, she was going to get the most pleasure possible from it.
"Go on, Master, fuck me good. Fuck me damn gooooood!"
"My slave's still got fire in her veins. I don't like feisty bitches. I'm going to tame you with my prick."
The secretary didn't know if he could or not. She no longer cared. Her body was assaulted on all sides by pain and delight. She let them mix together. The waves of sensation were threatening to drown her. She merely accepted them as they came, enjoyed them if she could, winced if she couldn't.
But the important thing was driving that spike of prick all the way up to her chin. Vanessa wanted to make him split her apart all the way along her young, trim body. She strained forward even harder, her legs locking firmly around his heaving waist. She felt his cock sink even further up into her pussy. Then her cunt walls tightened to give his prick a caress as if he'd shoved himself full length into a hand wearing a velvet glove.
Sweat ran down Summers' chest due to the passionate embrace in which he found his thrusting cock. His hands grew slippery on her ass. He barely kept her swinging on and off his prick. The warm sheath of cunt surrounding his hard-fucking prick was like a magnet to the iron of his cock. He pulled her onto him fully, hesitated long enough to revel in the untouched wonders of her pussy, then let her swing away.
Her legs kept her from going too far.
Then his hands gripped her ass-cheeks and pulled her crotch back to his. It was a perfect situation.
For him.
He didn't care if she was tied up. In fact, he got off in a big way on seeing the dark-haired secretary helpless and subservient to his every whim. He didn't care that she was in pain from being wrapped around his iron-hard prick. Pain tightened all the right muscles and made fucking a more intense experience.
For him.
He was king. And he was showing her how really virile he was. Let all those young college studs brag. They came into politics young and virile and thinking they knew everything about power. None could match the fucking power of his cock! He was not only well hung, he knew how to effectively use that pussy pleaser of a prick.
Clayton drove his cock powerfully in under where her patch of pussy fleece had been before he shaved it off. The shaved pussy lips were a channel guiding the way for his prick. He parted her pinkly-scalloped inner pussy lips and surged hard up into her cunt. He felt the friction burning away the lubrication leaking from her pussy.
He felt the burning heat slowly creep backwards along his cock. He tried to hold down the fiery tide for a few more seconds. He swung the bound girl faster. Her pussy raced along his prick. The hot blast of his jism refused to wait any longer.
He exploded into her cunt.
He fucked wildly until his prick was depleted. When Summers finished, he took a step back and allowed the pretty woman to hang limp and tired from the steel bar. A strand of dark hair strayed into her eyes. He moved it away to give her clear vision.
"See, pleasing your master isn't so bad, is it, Slave?"
"Why do you do this to me?" asked Vanessa. Her crotch was still on fire. It was as if the man had dipped his prick in acid before fucking her. Everywhere he'd touched her body burned like hellfire.
"I told you. This is a philosophy lesson for you. A personalized lesson in what makes you tick. You want abuse. You like to sample second-hand the power I wield every day. I'm going to keep fucking you whenever I want to, and I'm going to keep on torturing you, too. And I'll continue giving it to you until you figure that out."
She shuddered. Vanessa knew he was intent on humiliating her in every way possible. He wanted her to feel dirty about what he did to her. The rape, the chains, the whippings-all were planned by Clayton to make her feel like a common slut. And she wanted more.
CHAPTER TEN
Vanessa hummed to herself as she dressed for the party. She'd been living in this nice apartment for almost a month now and things couldn't have been better. Clayton paid the rent-out of money given him by the taxpayers. Vanessa had checked on how he diverted the money and smiled when she realized how easy it was for him to give her all these nice things.
Standing dressed only in bra and thin silk panties, she held the Paris-designer evening gown in front of her. The dress had cost well over a thousand dollars. Clayton had paid for it. The apartment rent ran close to a grand a month. Clayton paid that, too. He paid for everything he wanted.
And she got a taste of the power he had to offer in return for all this luxury.
The doorbell rang. Vanessa sighed, then got into a robe of the finest Japanese silk. Pulling the belt tight around her slender waist, she padded on silent feet across the deep-pile carpet and peered through the spy hole.
Clayton Summers stood impatiently.
She quickly undid the chain and lock that kept him out.
"Dammit," he said without preamble. "How many times have I told you not to fasten that damn thing? I can't get in." He held the keys to the other locks in his hand.
"Sorry," she said.
"Not sorry enough. Not by a long shot. Out of the kimono. Hurry, dammit, I haven't all night!"
He ripped the expensive robe from her trim body and tossed it aside. She stood before him, clad only in her skimpy bra and transparent panties.
"Those offend me. Take them off. NOW!"
She hurriedly undid the bra and cast it aside. Then she slowly stepped out of the panties. She was bare-ass naked now, her shaved pussy trembling in anticipation of what he'd do now. But Clayton didn't yank his obviously hard prick out and stuff it into her cunt so that it ended up balls deep.
"Get dressed in your evening gown. We're going to be late because of you."
"But the skirt," Vanessa began. Then the secretary shut up. She'd played this game before. No panties and all night long at the party Clayton would casually mention it to her, threaten to hike her skirt, sometimes even do it, just to embarrass her and impress his male friends. But she hurried. She didn't want to keep him waiting.
He got angry when she kept him waiting.
* * *
"Wow!" muttered Vanessa. "Some of the most influential people in the world are here tonight!" Her eyes widened when she recognized ambassadors, heads of state, even high ranking people in the US government idly strolling through the crowd, looking bored.
"I didn't bring you here to gawk at them. Look sophisticated-if you can," Summers said in disgust. He grabbed her arm and pulled her like a captive balloon through the crowd, whispering in her ear, "Don't brush so close to those Arabs. They'll know in a flash that you're not wearing any panties-and they'll want to fuck you. All of them."
Her eyes widened in horror at the thought of the smelly, uncouth Arabs actually sticking their pricks into her shaved pussy.
As if reading her mind, Summers added, "And they love little girls. Your shaved cunt would really turn them on. I might have to sell you to them."
Vanessa wasn't sure if Clayton was joking or not. He'd do anything-anything-to get ahead politically. And there was no denying how powerful these oil-rich sheiks were.
"Come along now," said Clayton louder. "I want you to meet an old friend of mine."
The room into which he dragged her was deserted. She looked around in surprise, then said, "Where is your...ohhhhhh!"
He shoved her down onto her back. With a quick movement, he had her skirt hiked up around her waist, exposing her rosy cunt lips. With no foreplay at all, he dropped down and shoved his prick in all the way. Vanessa gasped and rammed her ass toward him. She knew better than to protest that others might come in and see them. This sort of scene, even as laden with the potential for embarrassment as it was, turned her on now.
"...so why don't you just sort of roll over and get up on your knees? I sure am envious of old Clayton, there. Him getting to fuck that fine pussy of yours. Looks pretty, it does, all shaved and everything. I'd sure like to have a go at it," said a short, portly man who'd come in while Vanessa was distracted. "Or maybe fucking that lovely ass would be even better."
"Welcome, Conrad. Join us," invited Summers.
Vanessa shook herself out of her dreamy state. She took a few seconds to focus and remember just where she was. Summers was directing her to get on hands and knees so that this Conrad could fuck her like a dog!
And Summers was watching the man's reaction to the invitation with great interest.
"I think the lady's really horny. Just as you said, Clayton. Do you wish to discuss this between the two of you alone, whether I join in?" Conrad asked.
"I'm not arguing," said Vanessa. "Go on, lover. Stick your cock in!"
She wiggled her ass up in the air so that Conrad got the idea. Chills of delight coursed through her body. Conrad was going to fuck her ass! Now she could compare the way the two men ass fucked.
"And poor old Clayton's just too tired out, huh?" said Conrad. "Why don't you lie down on the rug so Vanessa can lick your cock?"
"Hey, a great idea!" Summers cried. He moved quickly to position himself so that Vanessa's lips were just inches from his prick.
Vanessa was shocked.
"But-" started Vanessa.
"No buts, except for this delightful white butt of yours, that is," said Conrad. His hands stroked over the meaty half-moons of her ass-cheeks, causing another chill of anticipation to pass through the lovely young woman's body. She couldn't believe the change this type of fucking had made in her.
Clayton had forced her to try new things, things she hadn't done before. Now she was more alive than ever, no matter that he abused and whipped and threatened her with public exposure while they were fucking. The way she felt was a miracle. And she knew that this man was important politically to Clayton. Otherwise he'd never have offered her body so easily. And he wouldn't have allowed her to suck on his cock at the other's direction. Conrad obviously got off on watching as well as doing. And Summers wanted him to enjoy this.
She'd do her damnedest to please Conrad now because of Clayton and what he did to her. Conrad's cock poking between her ass-cheeks was good enough reason, but the dominant behavior now made the fucking all the spicier for the dark-haired girl.
This was what she'd been longing for. She'd been living too long without the sunlight of good fucking. Now she was able to look at the very sun itself!
She scrambled over the rug and positioned herself better over the prone Summers. He lay there, his legs hairy and knobby. The dark-haired girl didn't even care. Her eyes were fixed on his virile prick. She'd get it really rearing up into a painfully-usable, hard-fucking cock in a few minutes.
Vanessa found it was a lot harder than she'd thought it would be. Not being able to use her hands proved a handicap. The lovely young woman leaned forward just the right amount to lick and suck on Clayton's prick, her hands on either side of his body. She wanted to stay in this position because of the promise of Conrad's cock entering her tightly clenched ass-hole from behind.
"How are you liking the mouthing, Clayton?" asked Conrad. "Tell me how you feel!"
"I love the feel of her lips moving on my cock," said Summers, groaning lightly. "Her ruby lips are giving my old cock a real workout. She sucks like she means it, too. It's great!"
Vanessa's cunt oozed out even more of its thick fuck juices. She felt them dribbling down the insides of her slender thighs. Everything they did together seemed to turn her on more and more. She'd been missing out on the greatest sex ever-and all because she'd been too timid to take the first step.
Going to work for Clayton had been the best thing she'd ever done. It had gotten her away from the staid college life, and it had gotten her into things she would never have discovered on her own. She loved it!
Vanessa sucked harder at the prick weakly throbbing in the hot, wet cavern of her mouth.
The lovely young woman moaned softly when Conrad moved in behind her. He gripped her around the waist and let her lean forward, Clayton's prick slipping from her mouth, Conrad's powerful hands supporting her. Vanessa let her mouth reach out and down even more. In a few seconds, she found warm cockflesh under her mouth again.
Her tongue looped out and pulled the prick into her mouth. The woman began sucking as hard as she could on Clayton's cock giving him the best blowjob she could. She sucked and tongued and used every trick she knew to harden his cock.
And it worked.
Clayton groaned, "Hey, she's getting me hard again in record time. God, Conrad, her lips are so soft and demanding. I feel the roughness all over my cock. It's setting fire to my guts!"
The hands around her waist tightened, demanded more of her. Conrad bent forward and whispered hotly in her ear, "This is a horse fucking you, not a man. Do you like to play horsie, little girl?" Conrad laughed in glee and finished, saying, "And that's a horse's cock in your mouth. You're being fucked by a horse and sucking off one at the same time. How about that?"
Tremors of desire blasted through her body. The image in her mind excited her more than she cared to admit. Something about them getting together unleashed her imagination and let it run wild. She'd always wondered what it would feel like being fucked by a horse. Now Vanessa was able to imagine-just a littlewhat it was like.
She kept using her mouth the best she could. She liked the feel of Conrad's hands around her waist, supporting her, keeping her from falling forward.
Vanessa finally got Clayton's prick to come back to life. His cock sprang up into full erection while her tongue was wrapped around it. She sensed the beating of the man's heart through that long, hot length of prick. Every time his heart pulsed, his cock jerked in cadence. The dark-haired girl could tell how excited Clayton was getting by how fast his cock danced and bucked up and down. If she was any judge, she was giving him a good blow job.
"About time for me to get into the saddle and ride," said Conrad from behind her.
The woman felt him sidling closer to her rear end. His hairy thighs pressed against her soft back legs, and she felt his cock entering the humid canyon between her ass-cheeks. Conrad bounced up and down to settle in and then began poking with his cock.
Conrad didn't find the hole he was hunting for. The lovely young woman's cunt was overflowing with fuck juice now. The taste of a man's cock in her mouth, the feel of hands around her waist and the sensation of a cock running up and down her ass all turned her on to the point she wanted to cry out.
When Conrad jabbed forward; driving hard for her ass-hole, he found her pussy instead. She slid into her body with a slick motion that made Vanessa gasp in reaction.
She sucked in her breath and gulped hard.
"Dammit, Conrad, watch what the hell you're doing to her! She's got my cock in her mouth, you know."
"Sorry about that, old man." Conrad grunted and began rotating his hips, stirring his ponderous, fat cock around inside the tightness of the secretary's pussy. He wanted to fully grease his prick for the tricky journey up her ass-hole. He knew from his first failed attempt how hard it was finding that elusive pink ring of ass-hole and getting buried all the way into it. Well oiled, it would be a lot easier fucking up her tight ass.
The man almost had a change of heart. He almost decided to stay buried up this hot, clinging, demanding cunt. Her pussy felt like a cunt hung with velvet. Her pussy was smooth, stimulating. Hot like a blast furnace, tight like a vise.
What more could he ask for? Juicy, fiercely gripping at his prick, red hot with lust for him. Conrad was sure there must be a little man inside the lovely young woman's pussy grabbing at his cock with a velvety glove. It felt like every muscle in her cunt was trying to hold his prick inside-and every muscle was.
Vanessa loved the feel of a big cock inside her pussy. She didn't want to let him go, not when she still had Clayton's prick in her mouth, too. The pair were giving her the ultimate a woman could ever want.
Vanessa was well-pleased with the setup. If her boss' political friend wanted to move up and ass fuck her, he'd have to work at it a bit first!
"Damn, she's holding me too fucking tight inside her cunt!" protested Conrad.
"Tough shit, man," said Clayton. "She's just plain sucking on my cock. And God, what a mouth she has! The best, I swear, the goddamn best!"
Vanessa gasped as Conrad began fucking her pussy with long, strong strokes. This spurred her to do something to give Clayton even more pleasure. She started gnawing on the rubbery tip of his cock. The man's hips started to buck up and down. He was humping up to try and cram his prick deeper into her mouth. She carefully prevented him from doing it just to tease him further.
Summers was almost driven mad with lust. Vanessa's sharp teeth didn't cut into his swollen, virile cock; they merely stimulated him to the point where he could no longer lay still. His hips were writhing around, and he was surging up and down trying to face fuck the wanton dark-haired girl.
When Vanessa bit down and started to gnaw on the resilient end of Summers' prick, her tongue was busy racing up and down the delicate flesh underneath. The little flap of skin was receiving most of her oral attention. Summers finally collapsed back to the rug, staring up at the ceiling, a dazed look on his face.
His low, long moans filled the room. He'd met his match. His groin seemed to be on fire. Acid seared his nerves and kegs of gunpowder were ready to explode in his balls. His entire cock was being treated to the tonguing and sucking of his life. This chick was really giving him a blowjob!
Conrad was busy fucking the dark-haired girl's shaved little cunt. The man liked this so much that he momentarily forgot all about his original intention of fucking her up the ass. He felt the pillowy mounds of her ass impact against his upper thighs. But the warmth spreading from her cunt and down his prick kept him occupied.
The warmth seemed to start at the very tip of Conrad's prick. Then the purple-knobbed cock head caught fire. From there, the heat worked its way back very slowly. Inch by agonizing inch it burned and charred until Conrad's entire cock was devoured by the carnal flames.
Not satisfied with stopping there, the carnal heat expanded and went down into his agitated balls. The come trapped in the hairy little bag became superheated. The jism surrounding his balls began to boil. His balls lurched and tumbled until Conrad was almost driven wild with lust.
Conrad was so lost in his erotic paradise that he fell backwards. His cock was suddenly exposed to the cool air of the room. No longer was he surrounded by the hot, restricting confines of Vanessa's cunt. Her pussy had relinquished its hold on his prick.
But Conrad wasn't going to give up this easily. He quickly got back up and found his original target. He pressed the purple head of his well-greased prick against Vanessa's ass-hole. He leaned forward. The pressure on her ass-hole increased. The battering ram of his cock slid all the way up her ass.
Vanessa tried to scream but couldn't. She had a mouthful of Clayton's cock. Instead, she made a gurgling sound and moaned deep in her throat. The noise came out like a contented kitten purring over a bowl of milk.
Conrad had thought the lovely young woman's cunt was tight. He found a new definition for the word "tight" when he was all the way up her ass. For years he had been missing out on this treat. He cursed himself for being such a fool for so long. And then he became more worried about the possibility of the woman's ass-hole cutting him off at the balls.
He felt as if he had fucked into a guillotine and she was about to chop off his cock.
Then his body took control of his actions. Slowly, he pulled out of the blazing hot ass-hole. A lewd noise sounded as he slipped free of the erotic embrace. Vanessa's cunt juice on his cock formed an airtight seal between his prick and her bowels.
The shock of pulling out made the man ram home all the way again without thinking. He wasn't going to be denied this hot, tight ass-hole any longer. He'd missed out on ass fucking for years. Now all he wanted was to make up for lost time. He deserved the right to fuck the tightest passageway into his wife's body. She kept denying him this pleasure. And now Clayton Summers had offered him the treat with his tight-assed secretary. Let her clench at him with her ass muscles. He'd fuck the hell out of her ass-hole to show her who was boss! And when he got home, he would show his wife too.
Clayton indirectly benefited from Conrad's active ass fucking. Every time he slammed hard into Vanessa's ass, she'd suck in her breath. She finally swallowed Summers' cock whole. He felt a minor earthquake in his balls every time she swallowed. The sides of her throat kept rubbing on the sensitive tip of his prick.
"Shit, she's eating me alive. I love it!"
"Lemme fuck her ass, Conrad moaned. The ecstasy so overpowering he was not aware of what he was saying. His voice was blurred with passion. He was close to orgasm and could barely restrain his fiery load from fountaining out the end of his steely hard prick. He began fucking Vanessa's ass with long, powerful strokes. Faster, ever faster and deeper into her he went.
Finally, the friction and internal heat caught up with Conrad. His prick ruptured at the seams and blew apart like a stick of dynamite.
He gushed out and completely creamed Vanessa's bowels. He kept pistoning in and out of the woman as long as there was trace of stiffness left in his cock.
When Conrad's cock turned into a limp worm, it dribbled out of her ass-hole amid a stream of his own come. He looked down with blurred eyes at the sight. He'd never believed fucking in any way but the missionary position was worthwhile. All those acrobatics had seemed tiring and nothing more.
How wrong he'd been! And what he'd been missing all these years with a hot, sultry, wanton woman like Vanessa!
Conrad saw that Summers was still being tormented by the lovely young woman's mouth. She ran her tongue up and down to the base of his prick. There, her tongue looped and circled in the man's bush, lightly touching his balls.
The feathery, loving touch of her agile pink tongue almost set off Clayton Summers. He had been concentrating on enjoying the blow-job she was giving him to the fullest. Now he was in a contest to see how long he could last. If he left it up to Vanessa, she'd have sucked him off in less than a minute.
He was greedy. He wanted all the mouth love this hot bitch could give him.
But Vanessa was hot, too. She sucked and licked and did things to his cock that he hadn't thought possible. He geysered into her mouth, letting only a tiny speck of his jism leak from her ruby lips. The woman sucked hungrily and soon emptied his balls again.
"Damn, lady, but you suck good!" Summers turned and saw that Conrad had been watching every single move. And he had a dazed expression on his face. Just the right one for Summers' proposition.
"Think that job in Washington will be coming my way, Conrad?" Clayton Summers asked quietly, his voice still a little shaky from the blowjob Vanessa had given him. "I really need it. Things are too dull around here these days. I want to be where the power is."
"Appointment?" asked Conrad in a dazed voice. "Uh, sure, Clayton, anything. As long as you bring her with you."
Those words caused Vanessa to climax again. She rocked back on her heels, the dress wrinkled and falling in such a way to expose her shaved cunt fully to Conrad's lusting gaze. Power! And she was going to share in it. Conrad had just said so.
"She'll be there. Anytime you want, Conrad," Summers said slowly.
"The appointment's yours," said Conrad, zipping his pants and stumbling from the room.
"Let's go party," said Summers to Vanessa. "I still have a couple more business meetings before the night's over."
Vanessa Curtis loved the "business meetings" too, every single one of them. She loved the cocks fucking her cunt, thrusting into her mouth and reaming her ass. A little power rubbed off every time she was fucked that night. And she knew Washington was going to be even better for her. Lots better.
