How far will some people go to achieve those things that are important to them? A question as old as man. And as long as people have goals they feel are important, other people will feel as if they have been exploited for the sake of an individual's goals.
Examples can be found everywhere that the end justifies the means for people whose personal achievement, or success, or personal desires, is the only thing that really matters.
NAUGHTY LADY is a story about a young woman who will do anything to attain the goals she has set for herself She will even resort to what some would call perverted acts in order to get what she wants. But the fact remains that despite the means she uses to reach her goal, she does find happiness, and no one is harmed.
A startling story that provides insight into the happiness that can be attained by some from actions that much of our society considers perverted. -The Publisher
Chapter 1
Linda Tomson, a statuesque twenty-two-year-old brunette just graduated from Vassar, felt on top of the world. She'd landed a job with a popular national magazine, "Scene," and her new boss was taking her out to dinner.
Glen Parsons, assistant editor of "Scene," was a handsome blond man in his early forties, recently divorced. Over dinner and cocktails Linda couldn't help eyeing him. Perhaps Glen might be part of her bright future, along with her new job. She hadn't had much time to date in college, but now she intended to make up for lost time.
As Linda and Glen were leaving the restaurant, Glen smiled at her and said, "Well just drop by my apartment for a nightcap."
Linda reddened and said, "Thank you, Glen, but I couldn't do that. I just don't think it's right."
Glen looked at her with a mixture of amusement and impatience. Linda didn't know what to do. She'd been brought up by rather strict and religious parents, and she knew they wouldn't approve of their virgin daughter going to a man s apartment so late at night. But she didn't want to make Glen angry, either.
Glen solved the dilemma by taking her hand and steering her over to his car. "Don't be silly," he said with a friendly grin. "I'm not going to rape you. I'm just going to give you a martini."
Linda knew she should refuse to go with him, but she was afraid of angering him and losing her wonderful new job. She felt nervous and shy as they entered his expensively furnished bachelor apartment. She told herself not to be ridiculous, that Glen was a decent and mature man. But she couldn't help feeling uneasy as they sat beside each other on the sofa and sipped their drinks.
"I hope you're going to enjoy working with us, Linda," Glen said.
Linda brightened and said, "Oh, I know I will, Glen. This is the job of my dreams. I've always wanted to work on a magazine."
"I'm sure you'll do very well," Glen said, "as soon as you learn the rules of the game."
"Game?" Linda said. "That's a strange way to refer to the publishing business."
"I wasn't referring to the publishing business, love," Glen said with a chuckle. "I was referring to why I brought you up here tonight. You don't seem to understand."
"No, I don't," Linda said, blushing hotly.
Glen leaned closer to her, till their thighs were touching, and said softly, 'Then let me explain, my dear. You're going to be working for me, right? Well, that means we have to get along-both in the office and after work. If you want to get ahead in this business, you have to please your boss."
Linda stared at him, too shocked to say anything for the moment. If she understood him correctly, she'd have to go to bed with him to keep her job. The idea struck Linda as outrageous and unfair. It might happen in novels, but she couldn't believe it went on in the real world.
"Glen," she said numbly, 'just come right out with it. Tell me what you're trying to say. I don't believe I understand."
Glen laughed rather harshly and said, "I didn't want to be that blunt, but it looks like I'll have to. I'm trying to tell you, Linda, that if you want this job, you have to let me ball you."
Linda leaped up, spilling her drink, and grabbed for her coat and purse. "I can't believe that," she said angrily. "Ill certainly report it to the chief editor."
Glen gave his harsh laugh again and said, "Don't bother, dear. He balls all his assistants, too. Why do you think his staff is so pretty?"
Linda's blush deepened as she realized Glen was right. The magazine staff consisted of a few men and a great many attractive young women. The message was clear: if a young woman wanted to work for "Scene," she'd better be prepared to be her boss' whore.
"Look," Glen said, getting up and taking Linda's hand, "you're upset, and you need time to think about this. I'll leave you alone in the bedroom for five minutes, and you can calm down and make your decision."
He led her down a thickly carpeted hall and into a large bedroom with a king-size bed. "I have to choose between the job of my dreams and going to bed with you?" Linda said bitterly.
"That's it, kiddo." Glen said. "I certainly hope you decide to stay on. You're one of the most attractive chicks I've hired in a long time."
He closed the door and left her alone. Linda stared into the dresser mirror and wondered how she'd gotten into such a situation. She saw a tall girl with a very pretty face, long thick brown hair, and large jutting breasts. She admired her tiny firm waist, good long legs, and slim curvy hips. Yes, no doubt she was attractive to men, but would she use her looks to get the career she wanted?
"Oh, God," Linda moaned, "what am I going to do?"
For four years she'd studied hard for the career she dreamed of, publishing. She'd turned down dates and parties, she'd made excellent grades, and she was good at her work. It just didn't seem fair that none of it counted now. All that mattered to her new boss was getting her into bed.
Linda wanted the job with all her heart, but she'd been saving her virginity for marriage. On the other hand, it was very difficult to get jobs in the publishing field, and this was probably her only chance. She felt torn with indecision.
Which was mare important, her beliefs or her career?
When Glen returned to the bedroom, Linda had made her decision. "All right, Glen," she said in a trembling voice, "let's get it over with. But let me make sure I understand you. If I go to bed with you now, you guarantee me that job?"
Glen was smiling broadly. "That's right," he said. "And believe me, honey, you made a smart choice. Now you can have a career and some fun, too."
Linda certainly didn't regard it as fun to give up her virginity to a near stranger. She trembled and fought back tears as Glen stepped up to her and started to unbutton her dress. So far in her life she'd done nothing more than kiss a few boys or hold hands. Now she was about to go all the way, and she was terrified.
"Hey, stop shaking," Glen said, much more gentle now. "I'm not going to hurt you, honey. We're going to have a great time."
Linda said nothing. Glen got the front of her dress open and drew it off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Standing there in just her bra and panties, Linda blushed beet red. No one had ever seen the adult Linda undressed, not even her own mother.
"Christ, you're beautiful," Glen said earnestly.
Linda looked down at her body as if it were a foreign object. She'd always been vaguely aware of being pretty, but she hadn't realized that she could turn men on so hotly. Glen was looking at her big ripe tits like a hungry man at a banquet. The creamy-pale globes seemed about to burst from her flimsy white lace bikini bra.
"I've got to see you naked," Glen said huskily.
He reached around Linda and unhooked her bra. It was all she could do not to scream and run as he drew away the little garment and exposed the superb snowy mountains of her breasts. Her dainty cone-shaped nipples were light brown and soft, her tits melon-shaped.
"Gorgeous," Glen breathed. "Nicest set of jugs I ever saw."
Linda just couldn't stop blushing. She'd never had a man stare at her naked boobs and use dirty language. She flinched and gasped when Glen reached out and cupped her heavy but firm breasts. His hands felt hot, almost scalding, on the sensitive flesh.
"Beautiful," he murmured, molding and stroking her tits, "just beautiful."
He rubbed his thumbs back and forth over her little brown nipples, and to Linda's embarrassment the small buds sprang into stiff erection. She felt a vague excitement, too, as Glen went on caressing her big creamy tits. She'd had no idea that having her breasts touched would feel sexy.
She got nervous again, though, when Glen slid his hands down from her breasts, over her flat silky belly, and onto her white lace bikini panties. This was going to be the hardest part of all, letting a man see her pussy for the very first time.
"You re really uptight, aren't you?" Glen said. "Why? Haven't you made it with try many guys?"
"No, not many," Linda said, blushing deeply.
She felt ashamed to tell him that she was a virgin. It would probably strike a sophisticated New York editor as hilarious that a girl could reach twenty-two without having sex. But in the small mid-West ton Linda had came from, it was perfectly normal. She trembled with fright as Glen started to lower her panties.
"Hey, hey, calm down," he said with a soft laugh. "This is supposed to be fun, not scary."
Linda tried to control her trembling as Glen slipped her panties down over the adorable little rounds of her ass, but she couldn't stop blushing when he pulled her panties away from her glossy brown muff. The dainty triangle of curls drew his hungry gaze.
"You're beautiful all over," he said. "Christ, I can hardly wait to get you to bed."
He quickly pulled her panties down to her feet and helped her to step out of them. Linda stood naked before a man for the first time. It made her feel very uncomfortable to have his hot eyes running up and down her body, taking in her large creamy tits and her dainty little brown bush.
"Linda," he said in a horny, husky voice, "please go lie down on the bed and let me look at you while I undress."
Reluctantly Linda obeyed, stretching out on her back, being careful to keep her legs closed. At least he wouldn't be able to stare at her naked pussy. Glen kept his eyes focused on her fantastic young body as he took off his tie and jacket and shirt.
Linda's nervousness lessened a little as she watched Glen undress. Curiosity overcame her instead. She'd never seen a naked man before, and secretly she was dying to know how Glen would look without his clothes. She found his tan hair-matted chest exciting, the bronze curls gleaming in the soft bedroom light.
Glen lowered his trousers, and Linda saw that the crotch of his jockey shorts was huge and bulging. Her heart hammered. She knew all the facts of sex, even if she was a virgin. She knew that bulge meant that his cock was erect and ready to do its work.
But she'd never seen a cock before, so her blue eyes widened in wonder as Glen lowered his shorts. She saw a thick pale pole of flesh springing from a little nest of bronze curls. To Linda's inexperienced eyes, his prick looked enormous, the rosy head big as a doorknob.
His swollen cock hugged his belly tightly, little blue veins standing out against the pale flesh. Below hung his balls, rosy and taut and lightly thatched with golden hairs. Linda stared and stared, unable to tear her eyes away. She couldn't decide if his stiffly erect prick was ugly or handsome. All she knew was that it seemed huge.
Glen stepped out of his shorts and walked over to the bed. His swollen dick wagged lewdly as he moved, and his fat red balls jiggled slightly. Somehow the sight gave Linda a rush of wicked excitement. But she was far from feeling eagerly about losing her virginity to this man. She'd wanted so much to save it for her husband.
"You're still shaking all over," Glen said as he lay down beside her. "My God, you're innocent. You act like it was the first time for you."
Linda colored and said, "Well, Glen, after all, I only met you today."
He laughed and said, "You sound like something out of the Victorian Era, baby. This is New York. If we see something we want, we don't fool around. We take it."
"Like me?" Linda said bitterly.
"Like you," Glen said. "Especially like you."
He slid an arm under her shoulders and used his free hand to play with her big heaving tits, tickling and caressing all over the silky hot flesh and pretty erect nipples. Linda felt a little wave of excitement. It really did feel nice to have a man touching her tits. But that didn't mean she wanted to fuck Glen Parsons.
"Easy," he whispered, "easy. I know you're nervous. I'll get you warmed up."
He trailed his hand down her lovely sleek body and into her crotch. Linda gasped and flinched, but Glen held her tightly and forced her silky thighs a little apart. He laid his hot palm against her naked pussy and felt the dry soft flesh.
"Just as I thought," he said. "You're not even wet, Well, we'll take care of that."
Linda was horribly embarrassed to have a man touching her down there, yet she had to admit that it felt rather pleasant when Glen began softly caressing her pussy. He ran his fingers from the soft little lump of her clit to the plump pink lips of her cunt. His finger rimmed her tiny virgin cunt mouth and trailed down to tickle the tightly-clenched mouth of her brownie.
Linda shivered and gave a soft moan. No man had ever played with her pussy before, and she was surprised to discover how nice it felt. She began to relax a little, and her silky hot thighs fell wider apart. Glen zeroed in on the soft little button of her clit, rubbing his fingertip back and forth over the supersensitive nub.
"Ummmmm," Linda murmured.
"You like that?" Glen said eagerly. "I'll keep doing it."
Linda blushed with shame. She hadn't meant to make a sound or to let him know that she liked the wicked things he was doing to her. Yet it had felt so nice, she couldn't stifle her little moan of pleasure. Now Glen worked his fingertip even faster on her hot little joy button, and Linda felt a mounting excitement. She knew it was wrong to get aroused, but, damn it, it felt so nice to have her clit tickled.
Linda began to experience a brand-new sensation, a kind of hot melting and glowing in her pussy, an urge to wriggle her hips in time to Glen's stroking finger. It took her a moment to realize that she was actually getting horny. She knew the word, but she'd never felt the sensation.
"You like this," Glen said softly, "I can tell. And I'll make it even better for you."
He took her soft little clit between his thumb and forefinger and began to knead the little scarlet button. Linda experienced an instant blast of pleasure that almost made her rise off the bed. She gasped helplessly and let her thighs fall even wider apart.
"Yes, yes, dig it, honey," Glen said excitedly. "I want you good and wet for me when we ball."
His wicked words shocked her, but Linda couldn't deny the fantastic pleasure she felt as he expertly kneaded her horny little clit. The glowing and melting sensation grew in her pussy, and she felt her whole slit swelling up and growing moist with arousal. She began to pant and give helpless little sighs of pleasure.
"Ummmmm," Linda murmured, "ummmmm!"
"Yes, baby, yes," Glen whispered, "get hot for me."
Linda was terribly ashamed that she couldn't conceal her growing horniness. She tried to keep her wriggling hips still, tried to stifle her sighs of delight, but it was no use. Glen really knew what he was doing. His expert fingers frigged her hot little clit faster and faster, and her whole body seemed to melt with pleasure.
"Oh, God," Linda whimpered.
She'd been so busy in college trying to make the best grades that she'd shut sex out of her life. She'd had no idea until now why everyone seemed so obsessed with sex. She'd had no idea how great it felt to lie in a man's arms and feel him playing with her pussy. It was the most mind-blowing pleasure of her young life.
"Now we're getting somewhere," Glen said eagerly.
Linda blushed beet red. Her aroused virgin cunt had gushed a big load of hot juice all over Glen's hand. He couldn't fail to know how horny she was, how much she was enjoying his frigging fingers. She wanted so much to control herself, but twenty-two years without sex had made her all too ready for this moment.
"Touch me," Glen panted.
"What?" Linda gasped.
"Here, I'll show you," he said. "Jesus, I can't believe how innocent you are. But it's kind of a turn-on."
Still kneading her soaked erect clit, Glen used his other hand to guide her hand down to his cock. Linda gasped and flinched when she touched the hot hard meat. Glen pressed her hand against his swollen dick and rubbed her palm up and down the silky stiff pole.
"Just do that," he panted. "Rub my cock."
Linda obeyed, though she trembled and blushed as she moved her hand gingerly up and down his sleek hard cock. She knew it was a wicked thing to do, yet it was exciting to feel his hot throbbing prick under her palm. Warm sticky juice bubbled out of his cock-head and soaked her hand.
"Oh, Christ," Glen moaned, "I'm sorry, honey, I just can't wait any longer. You've got me so damned excited, I'm about to come."
Panting, red-faced with horny excitement, Glen forced Linda's long legs wide open and scrambled between them. All her fear and shame came back as she prepared to take her first cock. The big knobby head of his prick pressed against her moist virgin cunt mouth, and she trembled with fright.
"Easy, easy," Glen whispered.
He thrust his huge hard cock-head into her tiny tight cunt mouth, and Linda gasped with pain. She bit her lip to keep from crying out as Glen worked his cock slowly into her, stuffing and stretching her virgin box, She had a tearing sensation, and then the drooling head of his prick was touching her womb.
"Linda, for God's sake," Glen exclaimed, "why didn't you tell me you were a virgin?"
Linda just shook her head and sobbed. It was over now, her carefully preserved virginity gone. Glen's hugely swollen dick was all the way into her, threatening to tear her tiny tight cunt. She knew he wasn't finished yet, and she'd never been so afraid in her life.
But Glen began fucking her very slowly and gently, easing his big swollen prick up and down her silky gripping little cunt. It didn't hurt at all now. Linda began to relax and feel a growing pleasure as he filled and stuffed her tiny twat again and again.
"Ohhhhh," she murmured,
"That's it," Glen panted, "relax and dig it. You'll find out balling can be a helluva lot of fun baby."
Linda could already agree with him. As her little box relaxed and stretched to take the repeated deep thrusts of his prick, she felt that melting sensation again, that hot horny glowing in her pussy. Soon she was moving her hips in time to his strokes, and her aroused cunt was creaming heavily around his stroking meat.
"You like it now, don't you?" Glen said eagerly.
"Yes," Linda murmured, "oh, God, yes."
"Then get set for a real ride, honey," Glen panted, "because I can't be gentle any more."
His thick hard cock-meat suddenly slammed hard into her, and he started to fuck her furiously, his swollen balls slapping her little butt, their bellies meeting in loud smacks. Linda gasped and clung to him, feeling a growing excitement, a delicious exploding sensation deep in her cunt.
"Ohhhhh, GOD," she moaned, "what's happening?"
"You're coming, baby," Glen gasped, "and so am I."
He gave a hoarse moan, and then Linda felt her tiny cunt blasted and filled with steamy come. Delicious spasms rocked her body, and she moaned and creamed and clawed the bed as her very first climax spun on and on.
"Oh, my God, yes, YES," she wailed.
But when her orgasm had ended and Glen had rolled off her, Linda experienced deep shame. She'd sacrificed her virginity to a man she didn't love, a man she'd only just met-and for what? So she could have a career to satisfy her greedy little ego.
"Hey, don't look so glum, honey," Glen said, lighting a cigarette. "You've got that job for sure. You've got a great future ahead of you."
"I Wonder," Linda Said Sadly, "I Really Wonder."
Chapter Two
Several weeks later Linda was hard at work at her desk when the senior editor of "Scene," Martin Graves, asked her to come to his office. Graves, a tall handsome man with thick silver hair, ushered Linda into his private office and closed the door.
"Linda," he said, "I have some rather disturbing news. We're going to have to make some cuts in the staff to save expenses, and the choice is between you and Peggy."
Linda's face fell. She'd thought that gong to bed with Glen Parsons had guaranteed her her job. Since that night she'd balled Glen several times to keep his good will, but apparently it wasn't enough just to win over an assistant editor.
"Mr. Graves," Linda said, "I've wanted this kind of job since I was a little girl. I'll do anything to keep it."
Graves studied her tall voluptuous figure for a moment and then said, "I'll take that into consideration, Linda. Perhaps we could discuss it further over dinner tonight?"
"Of course, Mr. Graves," Linda said, flashing him a big smile.
Linda left Graves' office determined to fight for her place on the staff no matter what she had to do. She'd worked too hard and given up too much for her career to lose her job now. It was just too bad that she had to compete with Peggy, who was a nice friendly girl.
Linda had hardly gotten back to her desk when Martin Graves summoned Peggy to his office. Peggy stayed there much longer than Linda had, almost half an hour. When she came out, her face was flushed and her hair was tousled. Peggy headed straight for the ladies' room, avoiding the glances of the other girls.
Unable to contain her curiosity, Linda followed Peggy into the ladies' room. Peggy, a petite brunette, was leaning against the wall and sobbing.
"Peggy, for heaven's sake, what happened?" Linda said.
"That bastard," Peggy wept. 'That damned Graves. He told me he'd have to cut me from the staff if I didn't make it with him. So I-" She broke into sobs and couldn't continue.
"I get the picture," Linda said grimly. "Right in his office? He made you do it there?"
Peggy nodded miserably. "I never wanted to do it with anyone but Don, my fiance'," she sobbed, "but I didn't want to lose this job."
"I know how you feel," Linda said dully. Peggy sobbed.
She left the ladies room wondering just what to do. Apparently Peggy had beaten her to the draw, fucking Graves right there in his office before Linda had a chance to work on him. Yet Linda still had a dinner date with him. Perhaps she still had a chance to win out over Peggy.
It made her feel a little sick to have to fight with such a nice girl, a girl who could have grown to be her friend-and all to please a man she didn't particularly care for. But to Linda her career came before anything else, even friendship. She was determined to do whatever was necessary to keep her job with "Scene."
That night, after she and Martin Graves had had dinner at a very posh restaurant, Graves drove her to his apartment. Linda noted wryly that Glen Parsons had at least told her where they were going when he took her home to seduce her. Graves didn't even bother to mention their destination.
He had a twelfth-floor suite in a modern high-rise building, tastefully furnished and equipped with every convenience. Linda accepted his offer of a drink and took a seat before the huge picture window with its spectacular view of Manhattan.
"This decision is very difficult for me, Linda," Martin said as he joined her with their drinks. "Both you and Peggy are excellent workers, but we just can't afford such a large staff. Cuts will have to be made."
"I understand, Mr. Graves," Linda said nervously sipping her drink. "But I think I'm the girl for the job."
Martin Graves frowned and said, "Perhaps so, but Peggy is really desperate to keep her job, too. In fact she made a considerable sacrifice today to keep it."
Linda reddened but managed to keep her voice cool and calm. "I know," she said, "I heard about that."
Martin looked at her intently and said, "And what do you think?"
"I think I can do better," Linda said.
Martin's steely-blue eyes ran up and down her gorgeous young body. Linda was dressed in a neatly tailored red suit, perfectly proper yet outlining every curve of her tall body. The senior editor's eyes focused on the ripe thrust of her big breasts.
"Linda," he said, "if you can do better than Peggy, prove it."
"Of course. Mr. Graves," Linda said.
Her voice was calm, but inside she was frightened and anxious. She'd hardly had any sexual experience at all, only with her immediate boss Glen Parsons, and now she had to impress this experienced older man. She'd have to do better than Peggy whatever Peggy had done. Her whole career depended on her performance tonight.
Linda smiled and began to unbutton the jacket of her suit. Martin Graves sat back in his chair and watched, sipping his drink, perfectly at ease. As Linda opened her jacket and started unbuttoning her blouse, she wondered how many other young women Graves had had up to his apartment to prove their abilities.
She wondered if the other young women had felt the same self-disgust she did at playing into Graves' hand. By all rights he should have chosen between her and Peggy on the basis of their work and talent, not on the basis of their performance in bed. It was a dirty rotten business, but Linda saw no choice but to play the game.
When she'd unbuttoned her blouse she reached around and unhooked her bra and drew it up aver her big ripe melon-shaped tits. Martin Graves' eyes widened and he leaned forward in his chair to stare at her lovely young breasts with their little light brown nipples.
Though it made her acutely uncomfortable, Linda just sat there and let him stare. She needed every advantage, and she knew her spectacular figure was one of them. Poor Peggy hardly had any tits at all. So let Graves sit there and feast his eyes. Linda was certainly in no hurry to go to bed with him.
"My dear," he said at last, his voice a little husky with horny excitement, "why don't you take off all your clothes for me? You have a lovely body. I'd like to see it all."
"Whatever you want, Mr. Graves," Linda purred.
She hated herself for the way she was playing up to the guy, but what was her alternative? She could go back to her home town and wait tables or pound a typewriter for slave's wages. No, she wanted a glamorous career in publishing, and, by God, she was going to get it.
Linda stood up and quickly shucked her jacket, blouse and bra. She kicked off her red high-heeled shoes and reached up under her skirt to remove her pantyhose. Graves tried to peek up her skirt, but she was careful not to let him see anything. She wanted to tease and tantalize him, to make him hotly eager for her.
Next she unzipped her skirt and let it waft to the rug. She stood there wearing only a skimpy pair of blue bikini panties. Graves' blue eyes weren't cold any more. They glistened lustily as they took in her gorgeous young body, dancing from the pout of her mons up to the firm thrust of her large creamy-white breasts.
At last she got a rise out of Graves. "For God's sake, hurry and take off your panties," he said hoarsely. "I'm getting older. The suspense isn't good for my heart."
Linda smiled and began to inch down her panties. She thought Graves was going to fall out of his chair, he was leaning so far forward. He licked his lips and began to redden with lust. When she tugged the panties down over the cute little rounds of her ass, he sighed loudly.
"My God, you're gorgeous," he said,
Linda just smiled and pulled her panties down over the pretty little brown triangle of her muff. As the panties slithered down her legs, Graves turned beet red with horny excitement. She stepped out of her panties and stood there stark naked, letting him ogle her superb figure.
Graves must have stared at her for a full minute. It was like he'd never seen a girl before. Linda knew she had a good body, but she hadn't realized it was THAT good. Very well, she'd use her lovely body whenever she had to to further her career. She'd use any weapon she needed, in fact.
Graves finally got to his feet and said shakily, "Undress me, please."
It was the first time he'd said "please" since she'd met him. It gave Linda a sense of power to upset this wealthy older man. He swayed dizzily a she walked toward him, his eyes focusing hotly on her big wobbling jugs. Something about her was turning him on like crazy, and she intended to take full advantage of it.
Smiling enticingly, Linda moved up close to Graves and removed his tie and jacket and shirt. For a man near fifty, he was in good shape, his chest broad and tan, his antis well-muscled. Linda helped him out of his shoes and socks, ten reached for the buckle of his belt.
For the first time that evening she felt a little lusty interest. She was still intensely interested in cocks, since she'd seen only one prick in her whale life, Glen's. She wondered if Graves' dick would be bigger or smaller. Quickly she unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly.
Graves' pants fell to the floor, and Linda saw that his jockey shorts were tented with a stiff erection. She grinned as she tugged the shorts down. Graves was hot for her, all right. She got his shorts off and gawked shamelessly at his cock, which hugged his belly in a fierce erection.
Graves' prick was about the same size as Glen's, maybe six inches, but not as thick, It sprouted from a nest of crisp silver hairs. The stalk was milky-pale and laced with little blue veins, the head swollen and purple. From the little slit mouth of his cock-head bright bubbles of juice oozed.
Linda glanced down at his nut sacs and saw that they weren't as big as Glen's. The fat little sacs were rosy red and swollen up tight, lightly thatched with silver ham. As with Glen, she couldn't decide if the whole apparatus was handsome or ugly.
Linda got to her feet, her big melon-shaped tits swaying enticingly. Graves was still staring at her as if he couldn't believe she was real. Linda smiled, looked him right in the eyes, and brushed back her long thick brown hair. Graves moaned softly as he watched the sway and bounce of her lovely big breasts.
"Let's go in the bedroom now," he said hoarsely.
Linda followed him down the carpeted hall and into the bedroom. The king-size bed was turned down, showing white satin sheets. She saw her own body reflected in the dresser mirror, and she was surprised at how good she looked. She'd never really studied her body before, but now she began to understand why men went wild over it.
Graves got onto the bed, and Linda followed, stretching out beside him. In everything she did, she tried to appear cool and confident, but inside she was very nervous. Graves would be only the second man she'd fucked, after all. And only three weeks ago she'd been a virgin.
That time seemed far away when Graves turned to her and cupped her big warm boobs. Glen had already taught her a few things, and one of them was to smile enticingly while a man touched her body, to fake excitement even when she didn't feel it. As Graves ran his hands eagerly over her silky firm tits, she began her performance.
"Ummmmm," Linda murmured.
"You like me to touch your breasts?" Graves said eagerly.
"Ummm, yes, it's nice," Linda purred.
Graves looked delighted. He squeezed her big boobs in his slightly sweaty hands. Her breasts were so large that they overflowed his palms, but that only seemed to increase his excitement. He molded and fondled her lovely milk-white jugs, sighing and licking his lips.
Linda looked on without much interest. She wondered how it would be to make love with a man who really turned her on. She'd quickly lost her attraction to Glen when she realized he was only using her, and Graves didn't do a thing for her. She just wanted to ball him and get it over with.
"You've been balling Parsons, haven't you?" Graves said abruptly.
Linda reddened but quickly recovered her poise. "Why, Mr. Graves," she said with a grin, "that would be telling, wouldn't it?"
Graves nodded approvingly. "Good girl," he said. "I wouldn't want anyone on my staff who told about her affairs. I just asked you that to test you.
Linda stifled a yawn as he went back to squeezing her big ripe tits, but her interest picked up when he lowered his face to her boobs and began kissing and licking them. Glen had never done that to her, and it felt very pleasant. It felt even better when he captured her left nipple between his lips and began sucking on it.
"Ummmmmm," Linda murmured-and this time she wasn't faking it.
Graves sucked her dainty brown nipple all the way into his mouth and tickled it with the wet tip of his tongue. He sucked on her little bud loudly and greedily, like a hungry puppy. Linda was surprised to feel hot streaks of pleasure shooting right from her sensitive nipple down to her pussy.
As Graves sucked faster and faster on her tender little nipple, the soft bud blossomed into stiff erection and her pussy started to grow warm and moist. Graves let her spit-soaked erect nipple pop from his lips and dived for the other nipple, quickly sucking it into stiffness. Linda's interest was growing by the second. Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad fucking him after all.
"Beautiful," Graves sighed as he let her second nipple pop from his mouth. "You're the most beautiful thing I've seen in a long time. I want to see all of you."
He moved down and opened her legs. Linda hated to have him stare at her naked pussy, but it was important to please him, so she allowed him to separate her legs widely, bending them at the knee. Graves gawked hungrily at her lovely ripe-red slit with its delicate fringe of brown glossy curls.
Linda couldn't help blushing when she thought about what he was seeing. She'd taken a look with a hand mirror recently to see what Glen was so interested in. Graves was seeing the same things, the bright red bump of her clit, her plump pink cunt-lips, the little shadowed mouth of her twat, and even the tiny wrinkled mouth of her asshole.
"Gorgeous," he said earnestly, "a really lovely pussy. Some of them are quite ugly, you know. But you're beautiful all over."
Linda felt ever more confident that she could use her body to get ahead in the publishing business. But she forgot her ambitions for the moment when Graves began playing with her pretty scarlet pussy. He trailed his fingers lightly over her sensitive little clit and pussylips and Linda felt a little quiver of excitement.
Graves began worming a stiff middle finger up her cunt. Linda gasped and sighed as she felt the stiff finger entering her like a miniature cock. Though she didn't care much for Glen, there'd been plenty of times when she'd gotten off on his love-making. Above all, she loved having her pussy played with.
"Ahhhhh," Linda sighed.
Graves had worked his finger clear to the last knuckle in her tight moist twat. It felt really nice, especially when he started to move his finger up and down in cock-like motions. Linda moaned softly and began to cream around his finger.
"You like that. Good," Graves said.
He pumped faster, finger-fucking her into a hot state of arousal. Linda was surprised at how fast it happened. One minute she'd been yawning, and now she was panting and wriggling her hips and ass in horny excitement. Graves' thick stiff finger felt terrific as it pumped faster and faster in her creaming twat.
"Yes, yes," she gasped, "I like that. Oh, yes, please don't stop."
Through fluttering lashes she saw that Graves was watching her intently while he frigged her cunt with his finger. He looked almost gleeful, as if he enjoyed having power over her. Well, the laugh was on him, because it was Linda who had the power. She knew now that her fantastic young body would get her anything she wanted.
Still it felt damned good to just lie there and let him turn her on with his briskly pumping finger. As she got more and more amused, her greedy little box tightened around his finger and gushed more and more hot sticky cream. To encourage him, Linda reached down and grasped his stiff cock and started to pump it in her fist.
That was a mistake. It excited him too much. Graves whipped his cream-soaked finger out of her cunt and said hoarsely, "Your box is so tight and hot. I've just got to have you now.
Linda didn't mind too much. His naughty finger-fucking had gotten her pretty horny, and she was more than ready for his hard drooling prick. She smiled and opened her long legs as wide as she could, inviting him to ball her.
"No, no, my dear," Graves said with a grin, "that's the old-fashioned way. I want you on your hands and knees."
Linda rolled over, blushing. Glen had done it to her only one way, and she felt so exposed poking her pert little butt up in the air and displaying the rich red flesh of her pussy. Graves knelt behind her and grasped her slim hips for balance. She felt the big hard head of his cock pressing against the tight wet mouth of her cunt.
"You want my cock in you, don't you?" he panted.
"Ohhh, yes," Linda sighed, "please hurry."
She was only partly faking. Graves didn't excite her much, but her horny little cunt didn't care where its pleasure came from, so long as it got a good stiff fucking. As Graves snorted with excitement and shoved his rigid dick into her, Linda moaned with pleasure.
"Yes, yes," she cried, "do it to meeee."
Now she wasn't faking at all. Graves was too excited to be gentle, and he fucked her hard from the start, jerking his stiff prick fast and deep in her creamy little box. Linda wanted it that way. She liked the almost brutal force of his balling.
"Yes, yes," she moaned, "do it to me hard. Oh, God, that's good."
"Jesus," Graves panted, "you're so damned tight. I never fucked such a tight box before."
Linda didn't tell him she'd been a virgin until just this month. As long as her tight young cunt pleased him, nothing else mattered. He had to like balling her more than he did Peggy. She added to his excitement by clawing the bed and wailing her pleasure.
"Fuck me," she moaned, "fuck me HARD."
Graves obeyed, sweat dripping off his body as he rammed her ever harder with his stiff dick. In just a few minutes Linda was coming, her powerful young cunt muscles gripping and squeezing his cock. Graves yelped and began to shoot his load, his frantically jerking prick intensifying Linda's climax.
At last his cock shriveled and slipped out of her, and he rolled away with a happy sigh. "Linda, my dear," he said, "you have that job for sure, You're a much better lay than poor little Peggy."
"Thank you, Mr. Graves," Linda said sweetly.
Suddenly she wanted to punch him in the mouth and tell him what she really thought of him. She wouldn't do it, of course, but she felt sick over the way she was prostituting herself to keep her job. She hated the way she'd had to compete with Peggy, a person she'd liked much more than Glen Parsons or Martin Graves. The next morning at work Glen Parsons passed her desk and gave her a wistful look. Already the word had gone out that she now belonged to Martin Graves, Glen's superior. His hurt look was uncomfortable enough for Linda, but it was worse when Peggy came to empty her desk and leave the office for good.
As Peggy passed Linda's desk on her way out, she turned to Linda with tears of rage and hissed, "You dirty bitch, I hope you're proud of yourself."
Linda Was To Remember Those Words For A Long Time.
Chapter Three
Linda had been working on the "Scene" staff for about two months before she met the editor-in-chief, Frank Brooks. He was a busy man who often traveled, and not many junior staff members had the privilege of meeting him. Linda was introduced when Martin Graves went to lunch with Brooks and took Linda along.
The editor-in-chief was a relatively young man, in his early forties, with dark hair turning silver at the temples. Frank Brooks was also extremely attractive, lean and tan, with piercing blue eyes and a flashing smile. Linda was drawn to him immediately.
Frank Brooks was obviously attracted to Linda, too. He clapped Martin Graves on the shoulder and said, "I'll have to congratulate you on hiring the most beautiful girls for your staff, Marty. Linda's the prettiest one yet."
Graves didn't smile. He'd had Linda to himself for only a month, and now his boss was eyeing her. Linda was thrilled-and hopeful that Brooks' attention would help get her a promotion. At the end of lunch, Brooks asked her to drop into his office at her earliest convenience.
"You're certainly doing well for yourself," Martin Graves said gloomily as they drove back to the office. "I suppose you'll be balling Brooks next."
Linda looked at him coldly. "That's how the game is played," she said. "You should know. You taught me the rules when you took me away from Glen."
Graves shut up, and they didn't say another word all the way back to work. Linda waited a few hours before going to Frank Brooks' office. Her heart pounded as she asked his secretary to let her see the editor-in-chief. Except for the publisher, Brooks was the most important and powerful man on the "Scene" staff. He could do a lot for her if she played her cards right.
Linda was allowed into Brooks' private office, and he greeted her with his sexy smile. "Linda," he said, "this won't take long. I like to get to know the more promising junior staff members. Would you have dinner with me some evening?"
"Of course, Mr. Brooks," Linda said, returning his smile. "At your convenience."
"Tonight is convenient for me," Brooks said.
Linda took two hours to dress that night, for it might be the most important evening of her career. She chose a floor-length black dress which was cut very low in front to show the ripe cleavage of her large breasts. She swept her thick glossy brown hair up on top of her head and wore dangling diamond earrings.
The mirror told her that she looked terrific, but she was still nervous when Frank Brooks came to pick her up. Glen and Martin were just underlings, but this was the big man. If she didn't please him, she could kiss her career goodbye. And if he liked her, there was no telling how far her career could go.
Frank took Linda to an outrageously expensive little restaurant, and then they went dancing. He was a charming man, attentive and generous, yet he didn't give Linda a hint of his feelings till late in the evening. As they came out of the disco and Frank hailed a cab, Linda was still wondering if she'd turned him on at all.
Then Frank said, "Stop by my place for a nightcap?"
"Of course, Mr. Brooks," Linda said.
"Call me Frank," he said, slipping his arm around her waist.
Linda breathed a big sigh of relief. Now she knew he wanted her. She wanted him, too. Unlike Glen and Martin, this guy really turned her on. She felt that familiar glowing and swelling sensation in her pussy as she imagined going to bed with Frank. By the time they reached his apartment, she felt urgently horny.
"What will you have, Linda?" Frank said. "I make a pretty mean martini."
"A martini will be fine," Linda purred.
Frank's penthouse apartment was like the others she'd visited, only bigger and more lavishly furnished. Linda took a seat on the long brown leather couch, and soon Frank joined her with their drinks. He sat close beside her, their legs almost touching, and Linda felt a dizzy rush of lust for him.
"You're beautiful girl, Linda," Frank said. "You should go far in this business."
"If I play my cards right," Linda said wryly.
Frank grinned and said, "I see you know the score. You know why I asked you up here."
Linda hardly blushed any more, and she didn't blush now. She just said coolly, "Yes, Frank, I do, and I can assure you, you won't be disappointed."
"Let's just find out," Frank said with a grin. "The bedroom is this way."
Linda felt nervous as she followed him into his bedroom, but outwardly she was perfectly cool. Frank came to her and deftly removed her necklace and earrings, then unzipped the back of her dress. The long dress fluttered to the floor, and Linda stepped out of it wearing only a pair of panties and her high-heeled shoes.
Frank's eyes widened as he studied her large thrusting breasts. The big melon-shaped boobs quivered just slightly with Linda's breathing, the little light brown nipples poking out pert and erect. Then Frank's eyes swept down to her black lace bikini panties.
Linda grinned, stepped out of her shoes, and began to lower her panties. Frank couldn't take his eyes off her tall lush figure as she slowly inched the panties down over the cute little globes of her ass. She unveiled the saucy rounds of her butt first, then the glossy little triangle of her muff. The panties fluttered down her legs, and she stepped out of them totally naked.
"Fantastic." Frank exclaimed. "You have the most beautiful body I've ever seen.
"Thank you, Frank," Linda said coolly. "Would you like me to undress you?"
He laughed and reached out to pat her pert little ass. "No, thanks, I can do that myself," he said. "I'd rather have you lie on the bed so I can look at you."
"Whatever you want, Frank," Linda cooed.
She went to the bed, lay down on her back, and tried out one of her new tricks. Instead of lying there modestly with her legs tightly shut, she opened her thighs and let them fall apart, displaying the rich scarlet flesh of her pussy and its glossy fringe of brown curls. The trick worked well. Frank's eyes focused hotly on her wantonly exposed snatch as he undressed.
Linda was just as much interested in his body as he was in hers. She watched with unconcealed curiosity as he removed his clothes. He was in excellent shape, lean and well-muscled and tan all over. His hard chest was thickly matted with black and silver hairs.
Her interest increased as Frank lowered his trousers, but she was astonished to see no bulge at the crotch of his jockey shorts. If he had the hots for her, there was no sign of it. Frank tugged down his shorts, and Linda gawked at his flaccid prick.
His cock hung loosely from its nest of silver and black hairs, a wobbly little worm with no life in it at all. The wrinkled sausage couldn't have been more than two inches long. His rosy red balls were flaccid, too, dangling loose and empty.
Linda tried to conceal her disappointment as Frank strolled over to the bed, his pitiful little dick flopping. His cock just couldn't compare with Martin's or Glen's. But Frank didn't seem bothered about it. He was grinning eagerly as he climbed onto the bed beside her and reached out to cup and fondle her big creamy breasts.
"This is going to be a treat," he said. "I haven't balled such a beautiful girl in a long time."
Linda faked an enthusiastic smile and wondered what in hell he thought he was going to ball her with. She lay back and sighed as he played with her tits. It felt pleasant, but she couldn't get over her disappointment about Frank not having an erection.
Frank cupped her big hot tits and squeezed them lustily, running his thumbs back and forth over her erect nipples. He rubbed his face against the creamy-white melons and licked each nipple in turn, lashing and rimming them with his slick hot tongue tip.
"Ummmmm," Linda murmured.
"You like that?" Frank said. "You haven't seen anything yet, sweetheart."
Linda wondered how he could brag with that poor little limp cock. It certainly didn't seem anything to boast about. While Frank kissed and licked her big heaving boobs, Linda glanced down at his prick and saw that it was still limp and shriveled, practically hidden in its nest of black and silver curls.
But if Frank was worried, he didn't show it. He proceeded quite confidently, kissing and licking down her body from her breasts to her flat sleek belly to the dainty little puff of her bush. Then he was prying her long legs open and kneeling between them. Linda couldn't figure out how he intended to fuck her with a limp cock.
"You really ought to dig this, baby," Frank said with a lusty grin.
Linda smiled weakly-and then suddenly Frank was dipping his face right into her pussy.
"WHAT?" Linda gasped.
She couldn't figure out what he was doing. His hair tickled her soft inner thighs, and his hot moist breath fanned her naked slit. It felt strangely exciting, but Linda couldn't see the purpose of it. Then suddenly she felt a jolt of pleasure so strong that she cried out.
"Ahhhhh," Linda moaned.
Frank was licking her clit. His slick tongue tickled and lashed the supersensitive little red bud, and the pleasure was overwhelming, the best thing Linda had ever felt in her life. She moaned ecstatically and let her legs fall open as far as possible, giving Frank plenty of room to work. His tongue flicked even faster and harder on her horny little joy button.
"Oh, my God," Linda gasped.
Now she remembered reading about oral sex, men and women using their mouths and tongues on each other. But it had never happened to her before, and she was amazed and delighted to discover how great it felt. As far as she was concerned, Frank could go on eating her pussy all night.
He tongued faster and faster on her hot little clit, and her aroused cunt began to leak steamy fragrant juice. It gushed out to soak Frank's face, but he didn't seem to mind, On the contrary, he lapped it up and swallowed it with a hungry gurgling noise, then returned to tonguing her moist little bud.
"Oooooo," Linda squealed, "that's so GOOD."
She wasn't faking her enjoyment at all. Pussy-eating was the most delightful tiling she'd ever experienced. As she grew more and more aroused, she arched her tall body upward, poking her horny little joy button right into Frank's face, seeking more delicious friction from his lapping tongue.
"Yes, eat meee," Linda whined.
Frank pressed his lips against her squirting little clit and began to suck on it, and Linda almost rose off the bed, the pleasure was so sudden and powerful. Frank managed to suck her scarlet bud all the way into his mouth, and then he sucked furiously on the tasty little lump. Linda's whole body quivered with pleasure.
"Eeeeee," she squealed, "EEEEE."
Frank sucked even harder on her fat little clit, bringing it into throbbing erection, making it even more sensitive to the brisk massage of his lips. Linda taught she was going to faint with pleasure. Then she felt the delicious inner bomb-blast that signaled a powerful orgasm.
"Ohhhhh, GOD," she wailed.
Her lovely young body began to spasm violently as she experienced the most delicious climax of her life. Her hot sticky cunt cream gushed out like molten lava to soak Frank's face, but he just went on sucking hard and fast on her clit, making her orgasm even more intense. Only when she gasped and lay still did he raise his face from her satisfied pussy.
Linda stared at him dizzily. He was grinning lewdly, and his face was shiny with her pussy-juice. "You really got off on that, didn't you?" he chuckled. "Well, baby, let's see how you like this."
He dipped his face into her pussy again, and Linda felt his thick wet tongue snaking between her plump pink pussylips to rim the very mouth of her cunt. As his slick tongue-tip circled her moist little twat mouth, she moaned and quivered with delight. She'd just come like mad, but Frank's expert tongue was already making her horny again.
"Oh, God, Frank, that's so good," Linda murmured. "Yes, yes, eat me. I love it."
Frank responded by rimming her wet little cunt mouth faster and faster. Linda squealed with delight and kept her long lovely legs wide open for him. She was still amazed at how great it felt to have a man's tongue playing in her pussy, Fucking Glen and Martin had been fun at times, but it was nothing compared to this.
Then she felt Frank thrusting his thick wet tongue right up her eager little cunt.
"OHHHHH," Linda moaned.
Some remnant of her former modesty was left, and she felt how wicked it was of him to stick his tongue up her box. But her scruples didn't last long. The pleasure was just too great td ignore. She surrendered to it. thrusting her hot little pussy up to meet his probing tongue.
"My God, YES," she cried, "put your tongue in meeee."
Frank plunged his thick tongue all the way to the root in her steamy snug box, till his chin was rubbing her swollen wet pussylips. Linda was breathless with pleasure for a moment, and then she began to moan steadily, hoarsely, as Frank started fucking her with his tongue.
It was the most delicious thing she'd ever felt in her life. Frank worked his slick tongue in cock-like motions, thrusting it swiftly up and down in her velvety little twat. Linda creamed furiously around his jerking tongue and began to pump her hips in time to his strokes. In a very short time she started to come again.
"Oh, God, Frank, you're bringing me off," she whined. "Yes, yes, YES."
Frank slipped his hands under her writhing little ass and pulled her hard against him, working his tongue furiously in her convulsing box, making her climax even more powerful. Linda blacked out for a moment with the pleasure of it, and he tongue-fucked her hard till her orgasm died any.
"My God, I never felt anything like that before," Linda sighed.
Frank raised his cream-drenched face from her steamy pussy and grinned at her. "Pretty good for you, huh?" he said with a chuckle. "Well, I've got something even better in mind."
"Frank," Linda said with a helpless laugh, "how could anything be better than that?"
"You'll see," he said.
Once more he dipped his face into her crotch, and Linda felt his slippery tongue tickling all her most sensitive places, the hot little bud of her clit, the fat pink lips of her pussy, and the soaked mouth of her cunt. But this time he tongued even lower, till he was rimming the little clenched mouth of her asshole.
"Oh, Frank, not THERE," Linda gasped, blushing with shame.
But Frank paid no attention to her protest. He rimmed the pungent little mouth of her brownie, his slick tongue-tip moving faster and faster. Then he pressed the stiff tip of his tongue against the little wrinkled mouth of her bumhole and popped it inside.
"FRANK," Linda gasped.
She was shocked that he should stick his tongue right into her asshole, but she couldn't deny that it felt wickedly exciting. She, squeaked in protest but not for long. Frank slowly worked his thick tongue all the way to the root in her super-tight little asshole, and Linda felt devastating pleasure. "Oh, God," she whimpered, "OHHHHH."
Naughty as it was, she just couldn't deny that it felt terrific to have Frank's tongue up her ass. Then he began frigging her with it, jerking his tongue in fast cock-like movements, and Linda went wild. She screamed ecstatically and clawed the bed and bucked her hips.
"Yes, yes," she panted, "move your tongue in my ass, Frank. My God, that's GOOD."
Frank's thick tongue stuffed her red-hot brownie again and again, and Linda moaned blissfully and creamed all over his face. This time it didn't surprise her when a violent orgasm exploded in her belly, and she just rode with it, moaning and writhing. When her spasms at last died down, Frank raised his face from her crotch.
Again he was grinning lewdly as if proud of his work. Linda thought he had every right to be proud. "Frank," she sighed, "that was wonderful."
He rolled over onto his back and said, "I'm glad you enjoyed it, my dear. Now it's time for you to return the favor;"
"Whatever you want, Frank," Linda said earnestly.
"Well, it should be obvious," he laughed. "Suck my cock."
Linda turned beet red. She'd read about cock-sucking but had never done it. She didn't even know how to begin. But she didn't want Frank to know she was a complete amateur at love-making. She'd just have to fake it somehow. She scrambled over to kneel at his hips.
Linda looked down at Frank's little wormy white prick. It was as wrinkled and limp as ever. No wonder he wanted a blow-job-he could hardly fuck her with that soft little sausage. Linda quickly bent down and fed the silky meat between her lips, taking it all the way into her mouth till his furry balls flapped against her chin.
"Yes," Frank sighed, "blow me, honey. Make it good, real fast and hard."
Linda was glad for the hint about how to do it. She drew in her cheeks sharply to make a tight juicy nest for his prick, and she lashed the little wrinkled sausage with the hot tip of her tongue. Then she started sucking as hard and fast as she could, praying that this was the way he wanted it.
"Christ, YES," Frank yelped.
Obviously she was doing the right thing. Linda kept sucking furiously on his limp dick, her glossy brown hair flying, her head bobbing up and down over his belly. Frank moaned loudly, hoarsely, and lay back with a lewd lusty grin on his face. As he got more and more aroused, his blue eyes rolled crazily.
"Jesus, yes," Frank whined, "suck that dick, honey, get me off."
Linda felt his wrinkled little prick giving a violent lurch on her tongue, and then it was growing, blossoming into a long thick pole of flesh. His cock got so long, in fact, that she had to take the fat rubbery head right into her throat. She fought the urge to gag.
"That's it," Frank panted, "that's it. Oh, yeah, take the whole thing. Suck me FAST."
Linda obeyed as best she could, her lips grotesquely stretched with his thick meat, her throat rammed by the huge hard head of his cock. She sucked furiously, and Frank whined and moaned his pleasure. Hot cock-juice dribbled onto her tongue, and she found that she liked the taste.
"Oh, Jesus" Frank gasped, "here it comes. AWWWWW."
Linda was totally unprepared far the giant blast of come that filled her throat and mouth. For a second she choked and sputtered, but then she gamely started swallowing the hot salty jism. She got every last drop of it, licking her lips when Frank's cock finally shriveled and slipped from her mouth.
"Honey," Frank sighed, "you give a terrific blow job."
"I'm glad you liked it," Linda said wonderingly.
It seemed incredible that her very first try at cock-sucking had earned his praise. It was just as incredible that she'd pleased him without even fucking him. Linda realized that she still had a lot to learn about sex. Of course she wasn't going to admit that to Frank. She wanted him to think she was a pro.
And obviously he did. "Linda, baby," he said, giving her a pat on the ass, "I have plans for you. Big plans. You're going to go a long way in this business if you just do what I tell you."
"Yes, Frank," Linda Beamed, "Whatever You Say."
Chapter Four
Linda wondered what "big plans" Frank Brooks had for her, but it was almost a week before she found out. Frank had been out of town again, but as soon as he returned, he summoned Linda to his office.
"Hello, beautiful," he said, "how'd you like to go out to dinner tonight?"
"Oh, Frank, I'd love to," Linda said. "When will you pick me up?"
Frank laughed and said, "You're not going out with me, honey. You're going with an acquaintance of mine. Wear that black dress. I want you to really impress him."
Linda stared. She wasn't caught off guard very often any more, but now she was puzzled. "I don't understand," she said. "Who is this person I'm supposed to go out with? Why am I supposed to impress him?"
Frank sighed and said, "You've got a lot to learn, baby. But I'll spell it out for you. This magazine depends on advertising for most of its money, and we want to attract the biggest ad firms. This guy you're going out with, Ross Green, heads one of the biggest. I want you to do everything to please him-and I mean everything."
Linda reddened, something else she didn't do much any more. "Do I understand you right?" she said, "You want me to go to bed with a complete stranger, just so you can get his business?"
"You've got it," Frank said. "Oh, come on, Linda, don't look so damned shocked. You slept around to get this job. Now you can sleep around to keep it."
Linda slunk back to her desk, feeling as if Frank had slapped her. He was right, of course. She'd given up her virginity to get her job, she'd balled strange men to keep the job-so why not one more? But she'd been fond of Frank, half in love with him, and now he was treating her like a plaything which could be discarded or given away when he was tired of it.
"All right, dammit," Linda said grimly to herself, "to hell with him. I'll show him I can do the job. I'm no child."
By the time her date arrived that evening; Linda had put Frank Brooks out of her mind. Falling in love was ridiculous, anyhow, when she wanted to devote herself .to a career. From now on, she decided, she'd be very careful not to get emotionally involved with the men she fucked. It would be strictly business.
Ross Green, head of one of New York's biggest advertising agencies, was in his early forties, balding, and getting thick around the waist. Physically he didn't do anything at all for Linda, but he had a charming and energetic manner, and they had a pleasant enough evening dining and dancing.
As they were getting into a cab to go home, Ross said, "I'd love to take you to my place, Linda, but I don't think my wife would understand."
Linda choked back her pride and said sweetly, "Very well, Ross, well go to my place."
"Great," Ross said, his eyes sweeping over her tall lovely figure.
Linda could have killed Frank Brooks for sticking her with a married man. She'd had no warning about that. But then, after all, it didn't matter, because the only point was to charm the socks off Green and get him to buy advertising space in "Scene." Linda tried to shut out all other thoughts.
At her small but cleverly decorated apartment, Linda made drinks for herself and Ross, and they sat together on the couch. Linda was tense, waiting for Ross to make a pass at her, though outwardly she was calm and collected. She was getting better and better these days at masking her true feelings.
"Frank is certainly going all out to get my business, isn't he?" Ross said with a chuckle. "You're the prettiest girl 'he's ever set me up with."
Linda flushed slightly and said, "Oh, he's tried before?"
"Yes," Ross chuckled, "and this time I think he's going to succeed."
He reached for Linda, pulling her into his arms and kissing her hungrily. She made herself go limp, faking submission, and allowed Ross to work his wet tongue deep into her mouth. She felt nothing but the desire to fuck him and get it over with-but she knew she was going to have to be damned good. This man wasn't easily persuaded.
Ross kissed her lingeringly, nuzzling her face and ears and neck. Linda purred in meek contentment, caressing his rather pudgy body. Then he began pawing her big ripe breasts, fondling them eagerly through the thin material of her gown. Linda felt not a spark of arousal, but she pretended to be growing hornier by the second.
When she thought the moment was right, she murmured, "Ross, why don't we go into my bedroom?"
"I have a better idea," Ross said. "Why don't you just kneel down here and suck me off?"
Linda's face flamed. She'd thought that at the very least she'd get a decent fuck out of this assignment, and now the bastard just wanted her to blow him. He hadn't even asked her to undress. Linda felt like some kind of machine for pleasing men. Certainly none of them ever took her feelings into account.
But she reminded herself that this was strictly business. "Of course, Ross," she purred, "whatever you want."
Linda slipped off the couch and sank to her knees before Ross Green, who was grinning broadly. He separated his legs and Linda eased herself between them and reached for his fly. She tugged the zipper down, opened his pants, tugged down his shorts.
Ross' cock was absolutely limp, just a little wrinkled nub of pale flesh almost hidden in a brown-and-grey bush. The sight didn't particularly arouse Linda. She liked to see big stiff cocks, swollen and drooling. But she faked excitement as she reached out and took his tiny flaccid dick in her hand.
Leaning forward, Linda brought the soft wrinkled prick up to her lips and slowly sucked it all the way into her wet steamy mouth. Ross gave a little sigh of contentment as he felt his meat being sucked into the juicy hot space. Linda drew her cheeks in hard, trapping his dick in a velvety nest.
"Ahhhh, yes," Ross sighed, "that's great. You just suck me, baby, bring me off."
Linda would have sighed, too, if her mouth hadn't been full of cock. But it would have been a sigh of impatience. She was only human, and sometimes she got horny, too. She wished Ross wanted to ball instead of getting a head job. But there was nothing to be done about it. Business was business.
Linda began to suck on his soft warm prick, slowly at first, lashing the stubby wrinkled meat with the tip of her tongue. Then gradually she increased the speed and force of her sucking, drawing the flaccid meat out like elastic, letting it snap back.
"Oh, Jesus," Ross gasped.
His breathing got hard and heavy as Linda sucked faster and faster on his soft little cock. Her saliva boiled around his dick, her tongue lashed the sensitive cock-head, and her sucking got stronger and swifter by the second. Soon she was making a lewd wet slurping noise, as if she were starved for his meat.
Nothing could have been further from the truth. As she sucked, Linda's mind wandered. She couldn't help thinking back to uncomplicated lovers like Glen and Martin who just wanted to ball, no fancy stuff. She couldn't help envisioning their big hard cocks and wishing she had one of them right now.
Frank and Ross were a different story. The more rich and powerful the man, it seemed, the harder it was for him to get it up. Men like Frank and Ross had had so many women, so many thrills, that they'd gotten jaded, and it took an awful lot to get them aroused any mom.
Linda felt rather sorry for them. But wasn't she getting that way herself?
"Suck me, baby, suck me," Ross was moaning. Linda forced herself to keep her mind on her work.. After all, this was a pretty important assignment. If she gave Ross a totally good blow job, he'd buy space in the magazine and Linda would be rewarded with a promotion or a raise.
Those weren't the sexiest thoughts in the world, but they encouraged Linda to suck even faster on Ross' limp little dick, drawing it into her steamy wet mouth till his rosy wrinkled balls flapped against her chin. Ross whimpered with pleasure.
"Oh, Christ, yes," he sighed. "You're getting me really excited, sweetheart. Not many women can do that."
Linda believed him. She'd already been sucking his prick for five minutes, and he wasn't hard yet. She wondered what it would take to do the job. Her mouth and jaws ached from sucking, but she didn't give up. The lewd slurping noise got even louder as she furiously sucked his silky wrinkled dick.
"Yes, yes," Ross panted, "just a little more. My God, you're good. Frank really picked a winner this time."
Linda longed to stop and catch her breath, but that would have shown what an amateur she was when it came to giving head. Grimly she kept sucking his droopy little dick, and at last her efforts were rewarded. She felt the little nub twitch and then lurch on her tongue as it started to stiffen,
"More, more," Ross gasped. "Blow me really hard now."
Linda obeyed, giving it everything she had, and Ross' cock finally ballooned into a stiff five-inch pole of flesh, the head swelling up as big as a golf ball. That increased Linda's interest considerably. She let the big fat head of his cock poke right into her silky hot throat. Through practice she'd learned to do that without gagging.
"Ohhhh, Christ," Ross moaned, "now it's really getting good. I want to come in your mouth. Keep sucking."
His meat had thickened so much that her lips were achingly stretched, but Linda kept on sucking, thinking only of the rewards Frank might give her for pleasing this man. His cock-head started to drool tasty drops of juice, and his nut sacs fattened and stiffened against her chin.
"Play with my balls, too," Ross groaned.
Still sucking furiously on his big stiff dick, Linda reached up and cupped the hot bags of his nuts. She gave the taut sacs a gentle but steady massager squeezing them in her hot little hands. Roes moaned with pleasure and dribbled more salty cock-juice onto her tongue.
"Fantastic," he sighed, "best blow job I ever had."
Linda thought of herself just a few months ago, an innocent and eager virgin just out of college who'd wanted to get ahead in the publishing business. If that girl could have looked ahead and seen the Linda of today, she'd have fled screaming. It was an entirely new Linda who knelt before this pudgy middle-aged man and sucked his dick. The new Linda was hard, experienced, and ambitious as hell.
She'd saved her best trick for last, too. Looking up at Ross, she decided he was just about ready to come. His pudgy face was red with horny excitement, his eyes rolling crazily, his mouth twisted in a lusty grin. Linda drew his erect and throbbing prick even farther into her throat and then tightened her silky slick throat muscles around the sensitive head of his cock.
"AWWWWW," Ross bellowed.
He seized her head and held it in place while he frantically fucked her mouth and throat. Linda didn't like it, but fortunately it took him just another second to come. He jerked his stiff prick furiously in her hot slick throat, then shot a huge load of steamy jism. Linda swallowed every bit of it, making a horny gurgling noise as she ate his come.
At last his shriveled dick slipped from her mouth, and Ross slumped back on the couch with a loud sigh. "Fantastic!" he said. "Really a fantastic head job, honey."
"Thank you, Mr. Green," Linda said demurely. "I'm glad you enjoyed it, and I hope we'll be seeing you around the office soon."
Green laughed and said, "Not so fast, honey. We're not finished yet. You're good, I admit. In fact you're great. But Frank knows that it takes an awful lot to sell me. So let's have a couple of drinks and then do it again."
Linda tried to conceal her dismay. Faking a smile, she mixed two more drinks and brought them over to the couch. She wished Ross would go home. How in hell did he expect to make love with that poor little limp prick? He'd already come once, and it would be a miracle to get him hard again tonight.
"You know," Ross mused as he sipped his drink, "maybe I'm spoiled. I'm married to my second wife now, and she's very young. Young enough to be my daughter, in fact. Anyhow, she'll do anything for me in bed. Anything. So it takes a lot to impress me."
I get the message, creep, Linda thought angrily. She was supposed to work her ass off pleasing this balding fat bastard, and even then she couldn't be sure he'd do business with the magazine.
But outwardly she smiled enticingly and purred, "I understand, Mr. Green, and I assure you, I'll do my best to please you."
Green eyed her gleefully and said, "All right, my dear, let's make a deal. You get me hard again tonight, and I'll give Frank the deal he wants."
"You're on," Linda said with a wicked grin.
Getting that poor little limp cock hard again had seemed impossible, until she got a sudden inspiration. Hurrying to the kitchen, Linda grabbed a carton of whipped cream and returned to the couch, where she began lathering the thick white cream on Ross' flaccid prick. He watched her with amusement.
"Well," he said, "I've read about it, but I never tried it."
Linda just grinned, not wanting him to know that she'd never tried it, either. When his limp nub of a cock was deeply lathered with the thick cream, she bent down and sucked it hard into her mouth. She began gobbling up the cream with a loud wet gurgling noise, squeezing and sucking and lapping Ross' fat little cock.
"Oh, CHRIST," Ross yelped.
Linda chuckled to herself. Her crazy trick was working even better than she'd dreamed. Ross had obviously enjoyed having the cool cream spread all over his dick, and he was getting off even more on her noisy hard sucking. His pudgy face flushed with lusty excitement, and he moaned steadily, hoarsely, as she sucked his cock clean of the whipped cream.
"My God, my God," he muttered, "this is incredible."
Linda reached up and tickled his flaccid red balls as she sucked his cock. Ross flinched and moaned, and his face split in a horny grin. Linda's glossy brown head bobbed furiously up and down over his lap as she sucked his cock faster and faster.
"You crazy little cunt," Ross chuckled, "I think you're actually going to do it. I think you're going to get me hard again.
Linda sincerely hoped so. It could mean a big break for her career if she won Ross' bet and got his cock stiff again. She sucked the rubbery meat hard, drawing it out, releasing it, repeating the motion again and again. Ross slumped lower on. the couch, trying to feed his dick right down her throat.
"Jesus, yes, SUCK IT," he moaned.
Linda obliged, drawing his soft cock-meat right into her tight silky throat. She tickled his flopping balls faster and faster. Ross yelped with pleasure and seized her head again and started to fuck her mouth.
"UMPF," Linda gasped.
She could hardly breathe with him holding her head in place and slamming his pudgy belly against her nose. He waked his cock frantically in her mouth and throat, and just when Linda thought she'd suffocate, his cock finally began to stiffen.
"Yes," Ross panted, "yes. Oh, Jesus."
With great relief Linda felt his dick growing long and thick and hard in her mouth. Her ordeal couldn't last much longer now. His balls ballooned into taut fat bags, and his cock-head swelled up hard and knobby in her throat. At last Ross sighed and sat back, his erect cock popping out of her mouth and slapping wetly against his belly.
"Well," he laughed, "will you look at that?"
Linda was looking. Ross had a rather thick and stubby five-inch cock, not as big as the others she'd seen, but plenty hard and ready. Her pussy moistened and swelled as she thought of taking that fat dick into her needy little cunt. Ross himself didn't turn her on, but she was overdue for a good hard fucking.
"You did it," Ross was saying in amazement. "Even my wife can't get me up twice in one evening. So, my dear you won the bet. Frank gets our business."
Linda beamed. Now all her trouble and effort were rewarded. All she had to do was finish the job. "Would you like me to suck you off again, Mt Green?" she cooed.
He chuckled and said, "No, I'm ready for something different. Why don't you take off your clothes?"
Linda jumped to her feet and quickly drew down the long zipper at the back of her dress. The long black gown puddled at her ankles, and she stepped out of it wearing only her little black lace panties. Quickly she wriggled out of the panties and stood before Ross stark naked.
Ross was speechless with awe. His eyes swept feverishly over her tall voluptuous figure, taking in her big melon-shaped breasts and the pretty little puff of her glossy brown bush. Linda knew by now that she had a fantastic body, and she flaunted it, turning slowly in front of him.
Finally Ross found his voice. He flopped onto his back, erect prick pointing at the ceiling, and said hoarsely, "Get on top of me. Fuck me."
He wasn't the most enticing sight, a pudgy red-faced balding man still fully clothed except for the obscene protuberance of his prick. But Linda didn't hesitate to spring onto the couch and straddle his belly, bringing the moist little mouth of her twat down on the stiff pole of his dick.
"Jesus, yes," Ross whined.
Linda had never fucked in that position before, and it made her feel self-conscious, for Ross could watch her big heavy tits wobbling as she fucked him, and he could watch his own pale stiff cock zipping in and out between her fur-fringed pussylips. But Linda did her work, jerking her hips up and down, working his rigid rod in her juicy snug box.
"Christ, yes, it's good," Ross gasped. "Your cunt is really tight, baby. Fuck me hard now."
He didn't do a bit of work, just lay back grinning and panting while Linda slammed her juicy little twat up and down the stiff pole of his cock. It was a new experience for Linda, but she enjoyed it, for her little greedy box was overdue for a stiff poking.
'It didn't take her long to come, either. Men used her, but she also knew how to use men, frigging her horny little cunt furiously on the stiff impalement of Ross' dick. As she got off, her powerful young cunt muscles tightened around his cock and squeezed hard.
"Ahhhh," Linda sighed, "UMMMMM."
"JESUS," Ross yelped.
Her squeezing cunt brought him off, too. As soon as he finished coming, Linda got off him and dressed. Her work was done, and she wanted nothing more to do with the man. She wondered wistfully how it would be to make love with a man she actually liked. Maybe she'd never know. Ross dressed, patted her on the ass, and left without a word.
The next morning she was called into Frank Brooks' office right away.
Frank was beaming. "You must have done a helluva job, Linda," he said. "Ross Green called first thing this morning and bought a lot of space in the magazine. This means a raise for you, honey,"
"Thank you, Frank," Linda said.
She should have been pleased and excited, but somehow she just felt empty. She'd done it again, prostituted and humiliated herself in order to advance her career, and though her efforts were rewarded, she didn't feel very good about it.
Then Linda sighed and straightened her shoulders, and marched back to her desk. She had her job, after all, and wasn't That All That Mattered?
Chapter Five
A few weeks later Frank Brooks invited several of the girls on the magazine's staff to spend the weekend on his yacht. Linda was included, and she was very excited. Very few girls were given this privilege.
When Linda arrived aboard the yacht, she immediately noticed two things. Only the most beautiful girls in the office had been invited. And Frank had other company-half a dozen middle-aged men, who looked prosperous and ready for fun.
The explanation wasn't long in coming. Frank herded the girls together at one end of the yacht and told them, "These guys are the leading ad executives in New York, ladies, and we've got to do our best to impress them. I hope you all understand what I mean."
The girls understood all too well. Some of the more experienced of them groaned. And when Frank had strolled off to rejoin the executives, a tall young blonde named Millie spoke to the other girls.
"Why doesn't he just hire a bunch of call girls?" she said disgustedly. "He's so damned cheap, I can't believe it."
Linda was shocked to hear Millie being so outspoken. It could have cost her her job if her words had gotten back to Frank. But the other girls only nodded and laughed, obviously in agreement with Millie. Linda worked up her courage and spoke.
"Excuse me," she said, "but I guess I'm the newest staff member here, and I really don't know the ropes. What did Mr. Brooks mean when he said we had to impress those men?"
"Oh, honey, don't be naive," Millie said. "He already sent you out with Ross Green, didn't he?"
Linda blushed hotly and said, "You mean- Oh, wow, you mean we have to go to bed with those guys?"
"Only if we want to keep our jobs," Millie sighed. "Brooks wants their business real bad. We'll have to give them whatever they want."
Linda had thought she was hardened to life around the "Scene" office, but this newest episode shocked her. Frank Brooks was actually cold blooded enough to order half the female staff to prostitute themselves in order to get more advertisers. It certainly wasn't the glamorous world of publishing Linda had always dreamed about when she was in college.
"Hey, kid, smile," Millie said, patting her on the shoulder. "Remember, anything's worth it if you can keep your job."
There was a note of sarcasm in Millie's voice which Linda understood all too well. She nodded grimly. Then they both plastered big phony smiles on their faces and went to join the other girls, who were already circulating among the ad executives.
One of the men, a pudgy balding little guy who looked like Porky Pig, singed Linda out right away. "Hello there," he said, "my name's Fred Lane. Won't you sit with me?"
"Of course, Mr. Lane," Linda said, hiding her lack of enthusiasm. "I'm Linda Tomson."
A uniformed waiter brought around trays of drinks and food while the guests sat in deck chairs and enjoyed the ride. When they were out of the harbor and well away from other boats, Frank Brooks signaled for attention.
"It's a beautiful hot day, folks," he said with a big grin. "How about a swim?"
Millie leaned over to Linda and whispered, "Hang on, honey, here we go."
Then Millie was standing up and taking off her clothes.
There was laughter and whistles from the men, but it didn't take them long to follow suit. The other girls started undressing, too, right there on the deck. It took Linda a few moments to realize that this was going to be a group nude swim-and then she blushed right down to her toes.
"Shall we get in on the fun, Linda?" Fred Lane said eagerly.
"Oh, uh, yes, of course," Linda stammered.
She and Lane stood up and started to undress. Linda had never felt so embarrassed in her life. She was used to being naked when she made love with one man, but she'd never been part of an orgy before, displaying her body to a whole group of men and women,
She tried to follow Millie's lead. The tall young blonde was skinning out of her pants and shirt as if she did it every day, smiling and chatting. Millie didn't hesitate to unhook her bra and playfully toss it at one of the executives. Then she wriggled out of her panties and stood there stark naked without a blush.
Linda couldn't help gawking-and neither could the men. Millie was something to gawk at. About five-feet-nine, she had a tiny waist and slim curvy hips but very large breasts, great lovely rounds of creamy flesh capped with large cone-shaped pink nipples. Her rather large triangular bush was golden blonde.
"Oh, Christ," one of the executives muttered, "it's giving me a hard-on just to look at her."
If Millie heard the remark, she didn't show it She just smiled and headed for the rail of the boat. Several of the men were naked now, and they trotted after her, pale cocks wagging. Millie led the way in a group dive over the side of the boat.
Meanwhile Linda had removed her pants and shirt and was standing there in just her pink bikini bra and panties. Fred Lane, ogling her hungrily, was down to his jockey torts-and he certainly wasn't anything to write home about. His pink hairless body was practically round, and his balding head shone in the sunlight.
"Come on, Linda," he said eagerly, "let's hit the water."
Linda looked around. Most of the other girls were naked and diving over the side of the boat to join the laughing, shouting crowd in the water. If Linda didn't hurry, she'd be the last girl into the water-and Frank Brooks' scowl told her that would be a mistake. He was still standing there fully clothed, making sure each girl cooperated.
Linda sighed and reached around to unhook her bra. Fred Lane's little blue eyes practically popped out of his head when her huge melon-shaped tits wobbled out into their natural thrust, the light brown nipples pert and pointed. Linda blushed furiously.
But there was nothing to do but cooperate, if she wanted to keep her job. Reluctantly she tugged down her panties and exposed the glossy brown triangle of her bush and the adorable little globes of her ass. Fred swallowed hard, then licked his lips, as he eyed her superb naked body.
"Come on, Fred," Linda said; forcing a grin, "let's go. Last one in is a rotten egg."
"Yes, uh, sure," Fred stammered.
He was so busy ogling Linda's superb tall body that he almost stumbled as he wriggled out of his shorts. Linda glanced at his cock and was not impressed. The limp little peter was no more than an inch long, flopping lewdly from a thin brown bush. His rosy-red balls were flaccid, too, swaying with his movements.
Linda headed for the side of the boat. As she dived off, Frank Brooks gave her the okay sign, showing his approval of her obedience. Linda was powerfully tempted to give him the finger, but she had to concentrate on her dive. She entered the water gracefully, and Fred followed with a big splash.
It wasn't so much a swim as a free-for-alt grope. Linda had a dizzy impression of countless naked tits and cocks and balls and pussies as the men and women laughed and ducked each other and chased each other in the water. Linda felt strange hands copping quick feels of her boobs and snatch. "Say, this is fun, isn't it?" Fred chirped. "Fantastic," Linda said dully.
She swam around, trying to keep out of Fred's reach, watching what the other girls were doing. They were more experienced at carrying out Frank's schemes, and Linda needed to learn from them. They were all smiling like crazy, as if it were the greatest thrill in the world to have their asses and jugs pinched by a bunch of panting middle-aged men.
Millie was being pursued by two guys, and she allowed herself to be caught. One of the men drew her close to him, face to face, and wriggled his pale dick against her soaked blonde muff. The other man swam up behind her and cupped her pert round ass. Millie just giggled.
Linda was so busy watching Millie that she didn't notice Fred sneaking up behind her. She squeaked as he caught her around the waist and pressed close against her. His floppy little cock tickled her bare butt. She felt his pudgy hand creeping between her thighs to caress the sleek flesh of her pussy.
"I hope you and I can be alone together tonight," Fred whispered homely.
Linda could only respond with a strained smile. She felt Fred's fat stiff middle finger creeping right up her cunt. He wriggled it in clear to the last knuckle and probed up and down in cock-like motions. Linda felt a naughty thrill of excitement, even though the little fat man himself didn't turn her on at all.
"Your box is so tight," Fred sighed. "My God, I can hardly wait to be alone with you, Linda."
While Linda was still struggling for words, somebody jumped them, ducking both her and Fred. She managed to wriggle off the impalement of his finger and swim away. So it went for the rest of the swim, Linda trying to elude Fred, only to be tickled and squeezed and felt up by other men. Linda was gad when Frank finally called them all out of the water to have dinner.
But soon after dinner they horny executives began leading the girls away to the privacy of their staterooms. Fred Lane gave Linda a yearning look, and she knew her turn had come. There, was nothing to do but get it over with. She put on her most enticing smile and followed the pudgy little man below decks.
Frank had assigned each executive a small stateroom of his own. There were no rooms for the girls, which meant they had to sleep with a man. Linda noticed that the steward had put her overnight bag in Fred's room. It was all perfectly set up for a love affair-except that she didn't feel a spark of interest in Fred Lane.
"Oh, boy," Fred was saying, "this is the moment I've been waiting for."
Linda smiled weakly and removed the black evening gown she'd worn at dinner. As she was taking off her bra and panties, Fred quickly fumbled out of his suit and underwear. This time his cock wasn't limp. The rather skinny four-inch stalk was stiff and hugging his pudgy belly.
Linda got onto the bed, and Fred scrambled on after her, reaching for her big creamy tits. They overflowed his fat sweaty hands. He pawed the silky jugs eagerly, pressing his flushed face against them, snuffling and snorting with excitement. Linda wished she was as turned on as he was.
"My gosh, you're beautiful," Fred sighed. "It makes me excited just to look at you.
But he was doing a lot more than looking. He pawed and molded her big hot satiny breasts, leaning close to lick her pretty little light brown nipples with his wet red tongue. He soon progressed to sucking the soft little buds, making a loud lewd slurping noise as he sucked them in the steamy heat of his mouth. Still Linda didn't feel at all aroused.
"Gosh, I just can't wait," Fred sighed.
He scrambled lower on the bed and pushed Linda's long legs open. She cooperated, drawing her legs back and bending them at the knees. For a long moment Fred just crouched there and gawked at her lovely scarlet pussy with its dainty fringe of glossy brown curls.
Linda watched him impatiently. She eyed his skinny but rigid little dick and wondered if she'd feel any pleasure at all when he fucked her with it. She was overdue for a good hard balling, but she doubted that Fred's little prick would do her much good.
He gawked and gawked at her wantonly exposed slit, then finally moved forward -and Linda closed her, eyes, waiting to feel his hard little cock working into her dry unaroused box. Instead she felt hot moist breath fanning her pussy. She opened her eyes in surprise and saw Fred's shiny bald head between her thighs.
"Oh, boy," he said in a muffled voice, "you look good enough to eat." He giggled shrilly,
Then he was pressing his mouth against the fragrant soft curls of her bush. Linda gasped and flopped back on the pillows with a wicked little grin. She never minded having her pussy eaten. In fact it was one of her very favorite things. Even fat little Fred could turn her on if he licked her gash.
Fred snuffled around in her pretty little brown muff for awhile, and then Linda felt his slick little tongue tickling through the thick curls to touch the highly sensitive bud of her clit. Even the very first touch of slick tongue-tip to her horny little joy button was enough to make her gasp with pleasure.
"Ummmmm," she murmured.
Fred started to lick her clit, slowly and teasingly at first, then with increasing speed and pressure. He seemed to really get off on it, sighing and slurping and snuffling as if he enjoyed the taste. His slick hot tongue-tip lashed faster and faster on her eager little clit.
"Oh, Fred, YES," Linda gasped, "that feels great.
Fred sighed happily. It was the first time aft night that Linda had really responded to him. He rimmed her hot throbbing clit with the wet tip of his tongue, and Linda squealed with delight. Fred might be a nerd in other respects, but he really knew how to eat pussy.
Linda's cunt cream began to flow, just a hot little trickle at first, but soon a gushing river of steamy juice that soaked her pussy and Fred's face. He snorted with excitement and lapped up her fragrant cunt-cream as fast as it leaked out.
"Yes, eat me," Linda moaned, "eat meeee."
Fred certainly didn't have to be urged. He gobbled up her hot sticky cream, running his wet tongue briskly over the flaming-hot flesh of her pussy, gobbling and lapping and snorting with excitement. But always he returned to her clit, tickling and sucking the hot little button, making Linda moan blissfully.
Finally he pressed his lips hard against her throbbing red clit and began to suck fast and hard. He drew her horny little joy button right into his mouth and lashed it with his tongue and massaged it with his busily sucking lips. Linda groaned in ecstasy and gushed another huge load of hot cunt-cream into his face.
"Oh, my God, YES," she squealed, "suck my clit, Fred, bring me off. Yes, yes, that's so GOOD."
She forgot that he was just a fat little bald guy who'd bored the piss out of her all day. All that counted now was his expert lips frigging her hot little clit closer and closer to orgasm. Linda let her legs fall wide open and arched her body upward, feeding him the eager bud of her clit.
She panted and creamed and clawed the bed in utter bliss as Fred sucked ever faster and harder on her ever-greedy joy button. Completely carried away by lust, she threw her legs around his sweaty neck and locked her feet them, pulling his face even harder into her steamy crotch.
"Come in my mouth," Fred gasped.
Linda was only too happy to grant his wish. He sucked furiously on her glowing-hot clit, and Linda started to come, wailing and writhing.
"Oooooo, YES," she cried, "Ooooooo."
When her climax was over, Fred came up for air, his pudgy face red with lusty effort and shiny with her cream. "Fred, you devil," Linda giggled, "you're the best pussy-eater I ever knew."
"I ought to be," Fred sighed. "That's the only thing my wife lets me do to her."
"WHAT?" Linda exclaimed. "You don't ball?"
"She says we're too old for that," Fred replied wistfully, "but she doesn't mind if I go down on her."
"I imagine not," Linda said dryly, "but what's in it for you? How do you get off?"
"After she's satisfied. I jack off." Fred said with a deep sigh.
Linda could hardly contain her surprise. Here was a rich and powerful man, and his own wife wouldn't even let him fuck her. He could get Frank Brooks running around in circles to please him, but he couldn't even get laid in his own bed. Suddenly Linda felt sorry for the forlorn little fat man.
"Fred," she said, "roll over. I'm going to give you the fuck of your life."
Fred looked excited but unbelieving as he rolled over onto his back. His skinny but rigid little cock poked right up at the ceiling, the swollen purple head oozing big bright bubbles of juice. Linda hurriedly straddled his belly, bringing the soaked mouth of her cunt down the slim stiff stalk of his cock.
"Oh, Christ," Fred moaned, "you're so tight and hot."
"You just relax," Linda purred, "and let me do all the work."
She began to jerk her red-hot gushing cunt up and down the stiff little pole of his cock. Fred moaned ecstatically and flushed pink with arousal. His little blue eyes rolled crazily, and he kept licking his lips and panting as Linda fucked him.
"Do you like this, Fred?" she cooed.
"Are you kidding?" Fred said hoarsely. "I love it. Jesus, yes, ball me, baby, YES."
Linda grinned wickedly, She liked the power she had over him, the power to make him moan and writhe in bliss. She also liked the steady stuffing of her horny little box with his stiff prick. She worked her gushing pussy faster and faster on the impalement of his cock while Fred sighed and moaned.
"I want to touch you," he gasped.
"Anything you want, Fred," Linda grinned.
He reached out and took fistfuls of her big wobbling breasts, molding and squeezing the hot silky flesh while Linda balled him. She'd never seen a guy look so utterly content. She was sure he'd make a good report to Frank Brooks about their love-making.
Sliding her velvety little twat briskly up and down the hard little shaft of his dick, Linda felt herself getting uncontrollably excited. Fred certainly didn't turn her on, but she needed a good stiff fucking more than she'd realized. She leaned forward, getting more delicious friction on her horny little clit.
"Oh, Christ," Fred was moaning, "what a fantastic fuck. Linda, you're too much."
Linda couldn't return the compliment, so she just grinned and worked her hips even faster, till Fred's swollen cock was making a loud lewd squishing noise in her juicy tight box. His face got redder and redder with lust as she fucked him.
That was good, because Linda wanted to give him the fuck of his life, one he'd never forget. It could mean a lot to her career if Fred spoke well of her to Frank. She pumped her gushing pussy furiously on the hard little rod of his cock-and suddenly felt herself starting to come.
"Oh, God," Linda gasped, "I'M COMING."
She ground her pussy helplessly around Fred's rock-hard little dick, and her violently contracting cunt muscles milked his swollen cock. Fred gave a blissful yelp and shot his load, overflowing her small twat with sticky steamy come. They writhed together for long delicious moments before his cock shriveled and slipped out of her.
"Fantastic," Fred sighed. "You're quite a girl, Linda."
"Thank you, Fred," she purred. "You're quite a guy."
That was a lie, of course, but she intended to do everything in her power to impress the man. They spent one more day and night together on the yacht, during which Linda used every trick she knew to excite him in bed. Fred left the yacht party totally exhausted-and grinning blissfully.
Monday morning Frank Brooks called Linda into his office. "The yacht party went very well," he told her, "and we've got contracts with most of the men. You girls did very well, but especially you, Linda. I'll be considering you for promotion next time there's an opening."
Linda went away with that curious empty feeling. Not for the first time, she wondered if her career was worth prostituting her body. She passed Millie in the hallway, and the tall blonde stopped her.
"Hey, honey, why the long face?" Millie asked.
"Oh, I don't know." Linda sighed. "I guess it's what we had to do this weekend."
"Look, kid," Millie said firmly, "would you rather be waiting tables in some greasy spoon? Or stuck home with a flock of runny-nosed little kids? Believe me, this job is worth all the hassle."
In The End Linda Had To Agree. Her Career Came Before Anything-Even Her Ideals.
Chapter Six
A month after the yacht party, Frank Brooks called the female staff together and announced that there was one opening for an assistant editor of "Scene." "The most qualified girl will be chosen," Brooks said. "I'll announce my decision in a week."
Millie and Linda exchanged cynical glances. They both knew what "most qualified" meant-the girl who balled Frank Brooks the best. The other women staff members seemed to understand that, too, judging from the determined looks on their faces.
"Well, kid," Millie said to Linda, "I hope this isn't the end of our friendship, but may the best girl win." She laughed bitterly.
Linda wanted to say "good luck" to Millie, but she couldn't get the words out because she really didn't mean it. Much as she liked Millie, she wanted that assistant editorship for herself. It was the best job a woman could possibly get on the staff of "Scene."
The girls on the staff started making frequent visits to Frank Brooks' office, and most of them stayed half an hour and came out flushed and tousled. Linda hung back from trying for the job so blatantly. She didn't want to do the same thing as the other girls, just walking into Brooks' office and stripping. She was looking for a bigger, better plan that would guarantee her the job.
A few days before the deadline, she finally found her plan. She read in the paper that Harrison White, publisher of "Scene" and other magazines, would be in town briefly on his way to Europe. The publisher, of course, was much more influential than a mere editor like Frank Brooks.
That evening Linda dressed carefully in a neat blue suit and went to the hotel where Harrison White was staying. She had to argue her way through several clerks and secretaries, but finally she found herself in White's huge suite. Another secretary, the man who was White's personal aide, came into the room.
"I don't know what all this is about, young lady," he said, "but Mr. White is an extremely busy man, so it had better be important."
"It's very important," Linda said gravely. And of course it was-to her. "I must see Mr. White in private."
"Very well," the secretary said, "come this way. He can spare you five minutes."
If Linda's plan worked, the visit was going to last a lot longer than five minutes. She followed the secretary into a large bedroom. There was also a desk in the room, and a tall white-haired man was seated at it, going over some papers. He looked up in annoyance as Linda and the secretary entered the room.
"Sir," the secretary said, "this is Miss Linda Tomson. She says it's urgent that she speak to you in private"
Harrison White glared at Linda. He was in his sixties, tan and fit but definitely aging. His white hair was thin, his once-handsome face lined and tired. He was dressed in a neat dark blue suit. He reminded Linda of a stem professor.
"Very well," White snapped, "but make it quick, Miss Tomson."
The secretary left the room, and Linda approached Harrison White's desk, swinging her hips just slightly to show off her spectacular figure. If White noticed anything, he didn't show it. He just went on glaring.
"Now just what is it you want?" he snapped.
"I want to give you an exhibition of colossal gall," Linda said. "The way you order everybody around, you probably don't see much of that. I thought it might amuse you."
The trace of a smile flickered across White's face, and he said, "You're right, it might be amusing. Go ahead, show me how much gall you have, Miss Tomson."
Linda smiled and said, " 'Scene' is about to hire a woman assistant editor. I want to be the one. I'm very well qualified already, but I know it isn't just my literary talent that will be considered. I'm prepared to do anything you want to get that job."
White's smile faded. "You're asking me to go over Frank Brooks' head," he said. "Why should I do that?"
"You're the big boss, aren't you?" Linda said. "And besides, Mr. White, why should Frank have all the fun? How long since you slept with a girl my age?"
She held her breath waiting for his response. She'd made her big daring speech, and now it was up to Harrison White to decide her fate. She knew Frank wouldn't choose her for the job. He was tired of her. Everything depended on the magazine's aging publisher.
White studied her for a long time and then said. "You certainly do have gall, Miss Tomson. But I admire that. None of the other girls thought of coming to me. Yes, I admire your nerve, so I'm going to give you a chance. Go lock the bedroom door."
As Linda moved to obey, White spoke into the intercom on his desk: "Peterson, no calls or visitors for the next half hour."
Linda locked the door, her heart pounding. She was relieved that White had accepted her proposition, but she still had to prove herself. A man with his wealth and power must have had thousands of women, and he wouldn't be easily impressed.
"All right, Miss Tomson." Harrison White said briskly, "undress. Let's get on with it. I have a lot to do."
Linda approached within a few feet of his desk and started unbuttoning her suit jacket. White looked at her calmly, almost coldly. If he felt any arousal for her, he didn't show it. Those cold grey eyes made Linda uncomfortable as she drew off her jacket and began unbuttoning her white silk blouse.
"You've slept with Frank, I assume," White said.
"Yes, sir," Linda said, blushing.
"And your other bosses on the staff?" he said.
"Yes, sir," Linda said. She felt terribly ashamed to make those admissions, but she didn't want White to catch her in any lies.
"And how do you feel about having to sleep with your bosses in order to keep your job?" White asked.
Linda's face flamed as she prepared to make the most shameful admission of all. "I wish I didn't have to do it," she said, "but I don't mind all that much if it helps my career. I'll do anything for my career."
White smiled grimly. "You're a very determined young lady," he said. "You'll probably go very far. I just wonder if it will make you happy in the long run."
Linda was to remember that remark for a long time. But at the moment she didn't think much about it. She drew off her blouse and displayed her tightly-packed white lace bikini bra. She thought she detected a flicker of interest in White's eyes as he glanced at her ripe cleavage. She reached for the zipper of her skirt and tugged it down.
The skirt wafted to the floor, and Linda stepped out of it and kicked off her shoes. Now she was wearing only her bra and a pair of white lace bikini panties. White didn't move or look excited, but he didn't take his eyes off Linda's tall lush figure as she reached around and unhooked her bra and drew it off
Linda's magnificent big breasts tumbled out of their tight confinement and settled into their natural firm thrust. Harrison White coolly eyed the large creamy-white melons and the soft little light brown nipples. Linda moved slightly, making her big tits quiver enticingly, but still the old man showed no sign of lust.
She hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her panties and slowly drew the little lacy garment down. As the first glossy brown muff hairs popped into view, she thought that once again White showed a trace of interest. It was hard to tell, though. He was used to hiding his real thoughts.
Linda slipped the panties down over the delicious little rounds of her butt, down over the fluffy brown triangle of her bush, and let the little garment slither to the floor. She stepped out of her panties stark naked and stood before the cool-eyed aid publisher.
"Very nice," White said at last, though he didn't sound enthusiastic. "Now kindly take my clothes off. I'm an old man, and I'm lazy."
Linda instantly knelt and removed his shoes and socks. Then White got to his feet and she removed his jacket, tie and shirt. He proved to be quite tall, over six feet, and his arms were well muscles for an elderly man. Linda drew off his t-shirt and found that his chest was lean and hard and matted with silver hairs.
Her hands began to tremble as she reached for his belt buckle. The crucial moment was about to come, and still the old man hadn't shown my lust for her. He seemed faintly amused, that was all. But Linda had to get him really hot for her if she wanted to impress him.
She drew down his pants and helped him step out of them. His jockey shorts came next, the last garment of all. Linda got them oft then glanced quickly at his cock. The long thin rod was limp and dangling, springing from a nest of silver hairs.
"A disappointment, I'm sure," White said dryly. He, too, was eyeing his flaccid drooping prick. "A man my age doesn't get hard very easily. That will be up to you, my dear."
Still on her knees before him, Linda quickly slipped her hand under his limp pale cock and brought it up to her lips. White sighed softly and leaned back against his desk. Linda's moist hot breath fanned his flaccid meat, and then her gleaming little pink tongue snaked out to tickle the soft rosy head of his prick.
Linda's slick little tongue zipped around and around the soft red head of White's cock, making it gleam with her saliva. The old man was clean and good-tasting, but he showed very little response as she briskly licked his cock-head. He only sighed a few times.
Linda began licking down and around the pale limp shaft of his dick, tonguing the milk-white blue-veined flesh. Soon his whole cock was wet and shining with her spit, but he only sighed, nothing more. Determinedly Linda licked right through the tight silver curls of his bush and used her slick tongue tip to tickle his balls.
The floppy red sacs quivered and bounced under her lashing tongue, and before long she had them as shiny and wet as his cock. Most men would have been hotly aroused by now, but not the great Harrison White. He'd seen too much and done too much to be turned on by ordinary love-making.
Linda knew this and was prepared to use every trick she knew to get the old publisher horny for her. Patiently she licked back through his silver bush and up the soft pale stalk of his cock. When she reached the rubbery red head of his dick she wormed her slick tongue-tip into the little slit mouth. Still no response.
She glanced up at White and saw that he had a dreamy far-away look in his cool grey eyes, as if he were thinking about something entirely different from having his cock licked. All right, she'd do something that was sure to get his attention.
Linda took the soft rosy head of his dick between her lips and gave a powerful suck. In one violent motion she drew his whole prick into her mouth, till his wrinkled rosy balls slapped her chin. She sucked hard on his trapped dick, stretching it out like elastic.
"AHHHH," White gasped.
She wasn't sure if the noise meant pain or pleasure, but at least she'd gotten his attention. She glanced up at him again. As she began to suck hard and fast on his limp dick, White closed his eyes and a little lusty smile played over his lined face. He wasn't going to admit it, of course, but her cock-sucking felt good to him.
Linda sucked steadily away on his soft warm meat while White leaned back against the desk and sighed softly. She made a tight hot juicy nest between her cheeks and lashed the soft prick with her slick little tongue. She drew. the rosy head of his cock right into her throat and squeezed it with her powerful throat muscles.
"Excellent, my dear," White sighed, "But don't tire yourself out too early. I know from experience that it takes me a long time to get hard."
Linda slowed the pace of her sucking but kept up a steady mouth-massage of his flaccid warm prick. When several minutes went by and he still wasn't hard, she realized that her aching lips and jaws wouldn't last the distance. She had to do something else to arouse him, something new and kinky.
In a flash of inspiration, Linda let his droopy wet prick pop from her mouth, bent lower, and sucked his rosy wrinkled balls deep into her mouth.
"Awwwww," White moaned.
Linda had never sucked a man's balls before, and she hadn't counted on it being such a mouthful. With both limp fleshy bags stuffing her mouth, she could hardly breathe. But White was clearly getting off on having his nuts sucked, so she determinedly went ahead, sucking gently but steadily on the tender red bags.
"Better and better," White sighed. "You really are quite good, my dear."
I ought to be, Linda thought grimly. Your men trained me. She kept up her steady hot juicy sucking of his limp nut sacs, and the old man quivered with pleasure and sighed louder than ever. Glancing up, she saw that his lusty smile had broadened.
It might be taking all damned night, but at least she was slowly getting to him. It was quite an achievement to make any impression at all on a jaded man like Harrison White. Linda sucked and sucked on his rosy soft balls till her lips and jaws ached.
Finally White sighed and said, 'That's extremely pleasant, Miss Tomson, but it's not going to work. Damn old age anyhow. You might as well stop."
But Linda wasn't about to give up. If having his balls sucked didn't arouse him, she'd think of something even more wicked and kinky. Her career was on the line, and she didn't care what she had to do to please the old man. She let his spit-soaked balls pop from her mouth and nosed even lower in his crotch.
"My God," White gasped.
Linda's slick hot little tongue was briskly rimming the tightly clenched mouth of his asshole. She'd never done that to a man before, either, but she sensed that it would feel very exciting. It must have, for the old man hardly breathed for a moment, and then he began to pant.
Linda sucked her slick hot tongue-tip faster and faster around the little wrinkled mouth of his brownie, and White clutched the edge of the desk till his knuckles went white. His eyes rolled dizzily, and his teeth flashed in a horny grimace. Linda's naughty trick had worked, all right.
But not well enough. Though White was obviously enjoying hell out of having his asshole rimmed, his cock was as limp as ever. There was only one more trick left, and Linda prayed it would work. She jammed her wet little tongue right up his asshole.
"AWWWWW," White bawled.
Linda forced her slick little tongue clear to the root in his tight pungent bumhole, then began working it briskly up and down like a miniature cock. White again held his breath, then let it out in an explosive gasp. As Linda reamed his asshole with her hot wet tongue, he moaned hoarsely.
"Exquisite, my dear," the old man gasped. "Really delightful."
Linda paid little attention to his words. What interested her was his cock- and at last it was coming to life. As she worked her hot little tongue furiously in White's gripping bumhole, his cock lurched and started to stiffen. It grew into six inches of slim but rigid pale meat. The head blossomed into a fat purple knob and started to leak bright little bubbles of juice.
"At last," White sighed.
Linda shared his relief. Her mouth and jaws and tongue ached from all the work she'd done on his cock and balls and asshole. She slipped her tongue out of his tight hot brownie and caught her breath. White was looking down at her with a mixture of surprise and amusement.
"You really do wait for your job, don't you?" he said. "Well, Miss Tomson, your ordeal is almost over. At least the hard part, no pun intended. Just lean over the desk and I'll finish."
Linda felt a little insulted that he didn't invite her to the bed, which was only a few feet away. But on the other hand it was sort of funny to get laid on the very desk of Harrison White, world-famous publisher. She carefully moved his papers back out of the way and rested her elbows on the desk.
"Just raise that beautiful ass a little more, my dear," White said.
Linda obeyed with a wicked grin. Now that White was aroused, be seemed a lot more human. She even liked the old dude. She raised her pert little butt as high as she could and waited, listening to White breathing hard behind her. He seemed to be taking his time, admiring her lush red pussy.
Then she felt his cool bony hands gripping her hips as he got into position. The fat hard head of his cock pressed against the moist little mouth of her cunt, and White sighed lingeringly as he worked his slim stiff dick clear to the balls in her snug hot hole,
"Ahhhhh," he sighed, "there's no pleasure like it, not even at my age. And you have an exceptionally tight pussy, my dear. Very nice."
Linda said nothing, only purred with satisfaction. Not only was she obviously pleasing White, but the old dude wasn't such a bad lay, either. His stiff deep-stroking cock felt very nice in her tight little box, and she began to cream around it as he fucked her slowly, deliciously.
"I feel that," White said excitedly. "I can feel you getting wet. Do you like it?"
"Very much, Mr. White," Linda sighed. "I like the way you fuck me."
White chuckled and said, "Really a pro, aren't you? Well, my dear, flattery will get you everywhere."
Linda couldn't help giggling. The old boy really was a kick. But their light joking mood passed as White got more and more into balling her, his stiff slim cock working faster and faster in her hot gripping cunt. Soon he was panting and slamming his eager dick against her womb.
"Yes, yes," Linda whined, "do it to me hard. Oh, God, YES."
She wasn't faking her enthusiasm. She hadn't realized how horny she was. White's frantically digging cock felt really great in her hungry little twat. She started to pump her hips in time to his strokes, jerking her gushing cunt up and down the rigid pole of his dick.
"My God, you do like it," White exclaimed. "You're a very exceptional girl. Most of them fake it."
Most of them. Linda didn't have much time to dwell on his words, to try to imagine how many hundreds of girls Harrison White had fucked as the ambitious young women fought their way to the top. All that mattered was that he liked her, Linda. She pumped her hips even faster.
"Do it to me, do it to me," she panted. "Oh, my God, yes, make me come.
White himself was beyond words how as he slammed his achingly swollen prick violently in her red-hot little cunt. He managed to hold out till Linda squealed and began to come, and then she heard him moan hoarsely as he shot his load into her.
As they dressed, Harrison White regarded her with a wry smile. "I wish you every success in your career, Miss Tomson," he said, grinning.
"Thank you very much, Mr. White," Linda said primly.
The next morning Linda was called into Frank Brooks' office as soon as she got to work. He was sitting at his desk, scowling, and he didn't ask her to sit down. He just glared at her as if he hated her guts. "You conniving little bitch," he snarled. Linda beamed. "I got the job as assistant editor?" she said.
Brooks slammed his fist on the desk. "Harrison White called me last night," he said. "Yes, damn you, the job is yours. But I didn't want you. I wanted another girl."
"Too bad," Linda cooed.
"And you went over my head," Brooks pouted.
"Tough," Linda said.
"Get out," Brooks sighed. "You've got the damned job, now go do it. But let me warn you, Linda, some day you're going to go too far. You're headed for a fall-and personally, I can hardly wait to see it happen."
Linda Just Smiled And Walked Out.
Chapter Seven
Three years passed. Linda was now a senior editor of "Scene." She had continued her relationship with the elderly publisher, Harrison White, and through him she'd managed to get Frank Brooks fired and to get herself promotions. As long as she was Harrison White's mistress, her career was in no danger.
But Harrison White was out of town a great deal, and while he was gone Linda had to amuse herself. Tonight she was giving a large party for various celebrities in the luxurious penthouse apartment that White rented for her. The party was going very well-which meant that many of the guest were heading for the bedrooms.
Linda strolled around checking on things, looking beautiful in a floor-length blue gown cut very low in front and back. At twenty-five she hadn't lost any of her looks, and her figure was just as spectacular as ever. Many of .the well-known men at the party had eyed her, but Linda was taking her time about choosing a bed partner for the evening.
One amusing device White had had installed in the apartment was a one-way window between the master bedroom and one of the guestrooms. In the guestroom it looked like a mirror, but from the master bedroom a person could watch anything that went on in the guestroom. Linda found it exciting to make use of the mirror.
So did Harrison White. As he got older and found it more and more difficult to get an erection, he'd invented a little game. Linda would take an attractive man to the guestroom and ball him while White secretly watched from the next room. The sight would arouse him enough to get an erection, and then Linda would come in and ball him.
Nothing about the "game" disgusted her. It was all part of her work in being White's mistress and furthering her career in publishing. But occasionally Linda liked to be on the other side of the mirror. This evening she went into the master bedroom for a peek.
The master bedroom was already occupied by several men and women who were lounging on the bed and watching the action in the next room. Linda joined them with a knowing smile. Through the one-way window she saw a famous middle-aged movie star, formerly one of the most beautiful actresses of her day, starting to get it on with a young television actor.
"My dear," someone commented dryly, "he's young enough to be her son."
"More power to her," somebody else laughed.
Linda watched in fascination as the actress started taking off her clothes. She'd always wondered if the actress' body was as good as it appeared on film. The woman had to be close to fifty, but she still looked great in her clothes. Linda's eyes widened as the actress let her dress slip to the floor.
"Poor Angel," someone giggled, "she'd just die if she knew we were watching."
Angel, the former beauty, took off her slip and revealed a very tight corset and a padded bra. The young man with her, Tad Henson, looked a little disappointed but went on removing his own clothes. Angel started to struggle out of her corset.
Linda's companions started to snicker. "Ssshhh," Linda told them. "I'm going to turn on the intercom now. We can hear them-but they can hear us, too. So don't give the game away."
Linda's friends dutifully clammed up as she went to the wall and flicked a switch. Then it was just like a movie. They could see and hear everything Angel and Tad did. The aging actress was still fighting with her corset, getting pink-faced with irritation.
"Fucking thing," Angel snapped. "Come here, dammit, help me out of this contraption."
Tad, a blond giant, looked more and more turned off, but he walked over to auburn-haired Angel and said, "What do I do?"
"Unzip it," she panted.
Tad unzipped the comet in back, and as it peeled away Angel breathed a sigh of relief. Under the corset she was wearing black lace panties. The big surprise was that she seemed less fat with the corset off. The same thing happened when she removed her bra. The padded device was a 44-D, but Angel's own tits were small and round, the size of apples.
Linda realized with amusement that Angel must have been padding her body for years to appear big and voluptuous, when in reality she was much more attractive, a slender and well-preserved woman with small breasts and hips. When she was completely naked, Tad's interest picked up considerably.
"Hey," he said, "you don't look like you at all."
"This is the real me, darling," Angel said in her famous husky voice. "Not many people see it. But please hurry with your undressing, dear. I want to see all of you, too."
Angel stood by coolly, making no attempt to hide her pert little boobs with their pointy red nipples or the dainty light brown triangle of her bush. She obviously wasn't thinking about herself. Her hungry eyes were-glued to the young actor as he stripped. Tad was well worth looking at, too.
He was perhaps twenty-five, well over six feet, and built like an ox, with broad powerful shoulders and heavily muscled arms and legs. As he lowered his shorts, Linda's eyes-and Angel's-darted to his crotch. His cock wasn't as large as might have been expected, but it was plenty hard.
The pale six-inch pole burst from a nest of golden hairs and stiffly hugged Tad's belly. The head of his cock was a luscious rosy red and-was swollen up big and round. His bright pink balls were swollen, too, hanging taut between his thickly-muscled thighs. Linda felt a melting sensation in her pussy just looking at him.
Obviously Angel was aroused by the sight of his cock, too. "How divine," she purred. "Just let me play with it a little, darling."
"Jesus," Tad said, "I thought we came in here to ball."
"Darling," Angel said dryly, "do try to learn some manners. No one just balls any more, at least not your better class of people. You have to learn these things, dear, if you expect to get ahead in show business.
"Yes, ma'am," Tad said solemnly. "Sorry."
Tad was clearly no mental giant, but he had all the normal male feelings, for when Angel walked over and fisted his erect prick, he flushed and sighed. She started to pump his thick silky dick, and the young blond giant broke into a horny grin.
"Hey," he exclaimed, "that feels good."
My God," Angel said, "hasn't anybody jacked you off before?"
"Naw," Tad said. "Where I come from, we just ball."
"How dreary," Angel sighed.
But she wasn't much interested in talking to the young man. Her real interest was revealed when she sank to her knees before him and lifted his rosy-headed cock to her lips. Tad watched wide-eyed as the famous actress stuck out her shiny red tongue and started to lap the swollen head of his prick.
"Jesus," he exclaimed, "that's really nice. Where'd you learn to do that?"
"Oh, I've been doing it ever since I was a little girl," Angel said coolly. "Now don't make me talk, darling. I'm busy."
"Yes, ma'am," Tad said.
Angel stared hungrily at his pale swollen cock, then went back to licking it, running her shiny red tongue around and around the big fat rosy head. She wriggled the tip of her tongue into the mouth of his cock, and Tad shivered with pleasure. He seemed half shocked and half delighted with what she was doing.
Linda and her friends watched in fascination. It really was something to see one of the world's most famous stars kneeling naked before that ox-like young man and blissfully licking his dick. Linda could understand now how Angel had gotten a reputation as a great piece of ass. She not only knew what she was doing, she enjoyed doing it.
"Ummmmm," Angel sighed, "what a nice tasting cock you have, darling."
Tad blushed right down to his toes, but he didn't move away from her lapping, teasing tongue. Angel started working on the stalk of his cock, licking all around it, moving slowly downward. Again Tad trembled with pleasure. She licked right through his golden bush and applied the slick hot tip of her tongue to his rosy swollen nut sacs, lashing and tickling.
"Aw, Christ," Tad gasped, "that feels great."
Angel calmly wait on tonguing and tasting his rosy red balls, leaving them shining with her spit. She took her time, as if she really dug licking his cock and balls all over. Tad was having a hard time keeping himself under control, He shivered like a horny young stallion, and his cock-head leaked big globs of sticky juice.
Leaving his balls wet and shiny, Angel licked back up the thick pale pole of his dick and ran her little red tongue around and around the purple knobby head of his cock. She lapped up his bubbling cock-juice and swallowed it with a greedy little gurgling noise.
"Oh, Jesus, oh, Jesus," Tad moaned.
Angel flashed him a wicked grin, but Tad didn't see it. The young man had his eyes closed in perfect bliss as she ran her slick tongue all over his erect prick and lapped up his oozing cock-juice. Then suddenly she took the fat head of his prick into her mouth and gave it a strong suck.
"AWWWW," Tad yelped.
His eyes popped open wide, and he gawked down at auburn-haired Angel. He seemed astonished to find his cock-head in her mouth. He watched wide-eyed as she started sucking noisily on his dick. She held the hard stalk in her fist and pumped the fat red head in and out between her juicy lips.
"Oh, shit," Tad whimpered, "holy living shit, I never felt anything like that before."
Linda watched with some envy. She loved surprising men, turning them on hotly, but she seldom encountered a man so naive and inexperienced as Tad. All too often Linda's men were over-experienced, jaded, difficult to arouse.
She wished she were in Angel's place, licking and sucking to her heart's content on Tad's clean handsome prick, blowing the kid's mind with her finesse. Angel was obviously having a ball, a wicked little smile playing over her face as she sucked noisily on his tasty cock-head.
"M-Ma'am," Tad stammered, "I-I can't hold out much longer. I think I'm gonna shoot my load."
Angel sighed impatiently as she let his shining red cock-head pop from her mouth. "Darling, you must learn to hold off," she said. "We were just getting started. However, if it's that urgent, let's go."
Angel bounced to her feet with the grace and enthusiasm of a much younger woman, her pert little boobs wobbling. She marched over to the bed and lay down and opened her legs, revealing a luscious red slit with a dainty fringe of light brown curls. Tad stood there gawking at her.
"Well, come on, darling," Angel said. "Fuck me."
"Yes, MA'AM," Tad said, breaking into a broad grin.
He rushed over to the bed and scrambled between Angel's widely parted legs. Linda watched him fit the huge red head of his dick between Angel's plump pink cunt lips, and she suppressed a sigh of envy. Just watching those two get it on had made her powerfully horny. Later in the evening she'd have to do something about that.
"Oh, wow," Tad sighed as he worked his thick cock all the way into Angel's eagerly offered cunt.
"Darling," Angel sighed, "how nice. You 'it really well hung, you know?"
"Thanks, ma'am," Tad said with a grin.
He began to ball her slowly, deeply, his face twisted in a lusty grimace. He took his time, delectating over the fierce heat and juicy slickness of her cunt. Linda squirmed with horny envy. She really could have used a good screwing just then, especially from a young stallion like Tad.
But Angel was impatient with his performance. She writhed beneath him and moaned, "Do it to me faster, dammit. Easter and harder."
Tad quickly obeyed. His taut ass writhed and jerked as he began to pump his stiff cock faster and harder in her red-hot box. Angel moaned blissfully and let her legs fall even wider open. Tad's flashing cock was soon wet with her steamy cunt-cream.
"Deeper," Angel groaned. "Get into me deeper."
Tad gave a violent heave that almost ground Angel into the bed. Linda and her friends could hear the bedsprings squealing and groaning even in the next room. For a moment Linda was afraid Angel had been hurt, but the actress broke into a lusty grin as Tad thrust his cock savagely against her womb.
"That's it," Angel panted, "do it to me really hard. Don't be afraid of hurting me, I want it that way. Hurt me, you gorgeous bastard, RAPE ME!"
Tad did his best to obey, slamming his big body up and down on Angel's slender body, ramming his cock furiously in her small box. Angel groaned ecstatically and flung her legs up around his heaving back, allowing him to force his thick meat even deeper into her.
"Oh, God, YES!" Angel wailed. "Yes, you big brute, you animal, DO IT TO ME!"
Linda didn't know how Angel's cunt could stand the almost vicious pounding of Tad's big hard cock. The bedsprings groaned steadily as he balled her, and his belly met hers in loud smacks. Angel panted and gasped, for the breath was knocked out of her each time Tad rammed his dick into her. But she obviously loved even second of it.
"Yes, oh, Christ, yes," Angel whined. "Ball me silly, darling, fuck me till I can't walk."
Now there was a kind of desperation in her voice, a note Linda recognized from the jaded men she'd fucked. Like them, Angel had seen too much and done too much, and it took more than ordinary love-making to satisfy her. She was no longer content with a gentle, affectionate fuck. She had to be raped within an inch of her life before she could get off.
My God, Linda thought, I could be like that.
It was frighteningly true. Linda had balled a lot of men in her climb to the top. She'd done everything there was to do in bed, and it took a very unusual man to amuse her any more. It was quite possible that she'd soon become like Angel, mistaking pain for pleasure, requiring sheer brutality to arouse her jaded senses.
But Linda quickly dismissed the ugly thought and went back to watching the actress and her stud. Tad's powerful body gleamed with sweat now as he exerted himself to meet Angel's hoarse demands. He gasped loudly each time he drove his cock deep and hard into her gushing little cunt.
"More, more, Angel gasped, "get into me more. I want more of your cock."
In desperation she threw her legs up around his neck, opening herself as completely as possible to the cruel thrusts of his prick. Linda winced, knowing how painful it must be for Angel to have her womb butted with his hard cock-head. But for Angel, pain was pleasure. She groaned in ecstasy and started to come.
"AHHHHHHH!" Angel wailed. "Thank God, YES! At last. AHHHHHH!"
Tad looked relieved. He rammed her a few more times, and then his eyes rolled upward and he moaned as he shot his load. He'd hardly finished before Angel was impatiently wriggling out from under him.
"What was the name of your friend?" she said. "The one with the beard."
"Oh, Andy?" Tad panted, still trying to catch his breath. "Hey, I'm kinda pissed off at him tonight. He was trying to make it with you, but I beat him out."
"Well, I want to make it with him," Angel said, fluffing out her auburn hair, "so go find him and send him in here."
Tad gawked at her. "You gotta be kidding," he said. "We just balled. Aren't you tired?"
"My dear," Angel sighed, "you're no trooper. But never mind-just send your buddy in here."
Tad dressed and went off shaking his head. In less than a minute Angel was happily fucking his best friend, Andy. Linda hurried over and turned off the intercom.
"My God," she said, "how can she go on like that? I'd get sore."
"Darling," one of the women remarked, "haven't you heard? Angel had her box lined with steel. She can go on forever."
"I can almost believe that," Linda laughed.
Some of the people in the master bedroom were starting to take their clothes off. Aroused by watching Angel and Tad make love, they were ready for a little orgy of their own. Soon three women and two men were romping naked on the bed, everyone feeling up everyone else.
Linda considered joining them but decided against it. She'd thrown many parties for the jet set and had engaged in many such group fucks and the novelty of it was gone for her. Tonight, horny as she was, she intended to hold out for something new and different-if there was such a thing.
Linda quietly went out of the room, leaving her friends to their group romp on the king-sized bed. As she walked down the hall she found a prominent newspaper reporter sitting against the wall, snoring drunkenly, his fly open to reveal his pale shriveled cock. Linda paid little attention. The guy was famous for it.
It was his habit to get drunk, watch the other guests make out, and then jack off by himself and fall asleep. As rumor had it, at one party he'd been passed out in that position so long that the hostess was able to paint his portrait. But nobody teased him about it. Too many kinky things went on at such parties to make the reporter's antics at all unusual.
Linda stepped around the snoring reporter and entered the living room where the party was still in full swing. Many people were laughing, chatting, or dancing, but a few were getting it on right on the rug. That wasn't unusual, either-they just hadn't been able to find an empty bedroom.
Linda stepped over one furiously humping couple and reached the bar, where a stone-faced waiter made her a fresh drink. While she waited for her drink, Linda tried to imagine herself as she was four years ago, a naive virgin just out of college and full of ideals. That girl would have died of shock if she'd seen this party, but the Linda of today thought nothing of it.
Linda took her drink and wandered around the huge living room looking for amusement. She was greeted by Jess Long, a television producer she'd only recently met. His eyes swept hungrily over Linda's statuesque body.
"Miss Tomson," Jess Long said, "let me congratulate you on the success of your party."
"Thank you," she said, smiling, "but please call me Linda. Everyone does."
"Very well, Linda," Jess said. "I'd like you to meet two of my associates, Dave and Marty."
Linda smiled and nodded at the two attractive young men standing by Jess Long, but she was much more interested in less himself. He was new to her, and she was always interested in balling a new man. Her interest must have shown in her eyes, because Jess quickly took her arm and steered her down the hall.
"Let's get better acquainted," he said.
"I'd love to," Linda grinned.
One of the guestrooms was just being vacated by several flush-faced and tousle-haired people, and Linda and Jess went inside and closed the door. Linda felt hotly horny at the idea of balling this attractive stranger. They quickly undressed without a word and hurried over to the bed.
"I've heard a lot about you," less said eagerly as he took her in his arms. "I understand you're the best lay in town."
"Why don't you just make up your own mind about that?" Linda said with a wicked smile.
"I intend to, lady, I intend to," less chuckled.
As he played with her tits, Linda leaned back and admired his body. He was deeply tanned and firmly muscled, his chest matted with thick black hair. He had a gorgeous cock, seven inches of thick pale meat capped with a swollen purple head. It was a nice change for Linda to meet a guy who could get it up with no trouble.
"Fuck me," she whispered. "I just can't wait."
"Horny little bitch, aren't you?" less laughed. "Well, you're in luck, because I can't wait, either."
He pushed her legs open and wriggled between them, his thick chest hairs tickling her big heaving boobs. Linda sighed happily as Jess worked his long thick cock into her juicy tight box. As his fat hard cock-head touched her womb she moaned.
"Ummmmmm, yes," Linda sighed, "you feel good in me."
He leered down at her. "You feel pretty damned good to me, too, baby," he said. "You've got a nice tight box."
He started fucking her, and Linda let her legs fall wide open, blissfully taking the fast hard shoves of his swollen dick. She creamed heavily around his jerking cock, moaning each time it stuffed her horny little twat. She rose quickly toward a much-needed climax.
But just as she was about to come, the bedroom door opened.
"Shit," Jess muttered, "who the hell- Oh, hello, boys."
Linda gawked. Jess' two associates, Dave and Marty, had entered the room and were starting to undress. They were grinning like mad and eyeing Linda's lovely naked body. Tess didn't seem at all upset. He just grinned and went back to fucking Linda. Finally she found her voice.
"Just what the hell is going on here?" she said. "I didn't invite those two to come along."
"Oh, be a sport, darling," Jess said, happily working his stiff prick in her fiery-hat little box. "My friends want some fun, too. And from what we've heard of your reputation, you won't mind helping them out."
Linda's face flamed. It had been a long time since anything had made her blush, but it was humiliating to learn that she was known all over New York as a promiscuous slut who'd fuck anybody. She was silent with embarrassment as Dave and Marty finished undressing.
The two young men approached the bed. Dave was a husky blond with a stiff pale six-inch prick. Marty was tall, lean and dark, and his eight-inch dick was so heavy that it wagged lewdly before him. Both men were eyeing Linda hungrily.
"Now wait just a damned minute," Linda said, trying to wriggle off the impalement of Jess' cock. "I am NOT going to fuck all of you."
"Flip her over, Jess," Dave said, paying no attention to Linda's protest.
"Right you are," Jess laughed.
He rolled over, taking Linda with him, so that she was on top, her pert little ass sticking up in the air, his thick hard cock still deeply lodged in her juicy little cunt. Before Linda could react, she felt Dave climbing onto her back, and she became the middle of a human sandwich.
Dave pressed the hard rosy head of his cock against her tight little asshole and gave a hard shove.
"OWWWWW," Linda wailed.
She'd let Harrison White put his cock up her ass a few times, just to keep the old boy amused, but she'd never taken a large young steel-hard cock like Dave's. She moaned with pain as Dave worked his prick clear to the balls in her pencil-thin asshole,
"Please, noooo," Linda whined, "it's too big. It hurts."
"Relax, baby," Dave panted. "You can take it if you just relax."
"That's right," Jess chimed in. "In fact you'll dig it. You'll like taking two cocks at once."
Linda wasn't so sure about that, but she tried to follow their advice, relaxing her anal muscles as much as she could. To her relief, the pain stopped. Dave started working his thick hard prick up and down in her fiery-hot bumhole, while just a thin membrane away Jess pumped his big cock in her slick little cunt.
Linda had never taken on two men at once. She'd been in group gropes but always ended up with one partner. She'd never before had two pumping cocks in her belly. As she relaxed, a wicked excitement came over her. Balling two guys at once was fun! "Ahhhhh," Linda moaned. "Pretty good, huh?" Dave chuckled. "We knew you'd dig it," Jess said.
Linda went completely limp, closing her mind to everything but the growing pleasure of taking those two stiff dicks in her cunt and asshole. With her whole belly stuffed with thick jerking prick, she felt thoroughly and deliciously fucked. Her hot cunt cream boiled out, testifying to her mounting arousal.
"Yes, yes," she whined, "do it to me. Oh, God, YES."
Glancing up dizzily, she saw that the third man, Many, had climbed onto the bed and was watching the scene with a wicked leer. She didn't really care. Let him gawk. She'd fucked in front of people before.
But Marty wasn't content just to watch. He straddled Jess' head and poked the huge purple head of his cock against Linda's lips. Finally she understood the men's plan. She was supposed to satisfy all THREE of them at once, using her cunt, ass and mouth.
"Come on, honey, open up," Marty said eagerly.
Linda thought of refusing, but what the hell? She'd been looking for something new in bed, and this was certainly a novelty. She opened her mouth wide and allowed Marty to slide his long hard prick over her tongue and into her throat. He moaned happily as she started to blow him.
"Honey," less sighed, "you're a helluva good hostess, that's all I can say."
Linda's excitement increased rapidly as she worked the three thrusting pricks in her asshole, cunt and mouth. It was the wildest sexual adventure of her life, and she was really getting off on it. It was less than a minute before she started coming.
"UMMMMMM," Linda moaned.
Her lovely body writhed in a powerful climax. She sucked furiously on Marty's long drooling dick, and her cunt and ass muscles gripped Dave and Jess' cocks. Her excitement brought the men off, and she suddenly felt her mouth, bumhole and twat flooded with hot steamy come.
"Awwwww, Christ," Jess moaned.
"SHIT," Dave yelped. "Jesus, YEAH," Marty cried.
When they all rolled apart, less chuckled and said, "Thanks a lot, sweetheart. We'll be sure to buy copies of your magazine."
Then the men dressed and left, leaving Linda alone. She lay on the bed feeling strangely sad. Fucking the three men had been fun, but now that it was over, she wondered what she'd really gotten out of it. She'd fucked dozens of men, but she'd never loved any of them, never gown close to them.
Linda sighed and got up to dress, deciding to do her worrying some other time. As she entered the living room she was called to the phone. It was Harrison White, calling from Bermuda.
"I'll be home tomorrow," he told her, "and I want you to have a nice show ready for me. You know what I mean."
"Yes, Harrison," Linda Sighed, "I Know Exactly What You Mean."
Chapter Eight
"Harrison, darling, how are you?" Linda said when the white-haired publisher arrived at her apartment the next evening. "Did you enjoy Bermuda?"
"I rarely enjoy anything any more," White said gloomily. "Getting old is a pain in the ass. But perhaps you'll take my mind off all that, my dear. I hope you have a good show planned for me."
"You can count on that, darling," Linda purred. "Just make yourself comfortable, and I'll bring you a drink."
The old man went off to the master bedroom where it was his custom to lie on the bed and watch through the one-way window while Linda performed for him with various partners. Linda sighed deeply. She was getting tired of being Harrison White's plaything, but what else could she do?
Harrison White paid the huge rent for her glamorous penthouse apartment. He'd gotten her the job as senior editor of "Scene," he'd fired everybody she didn't like, and if she stuck with him, she might rise even higher on the magazine staff. Even if she was tired of him, she needed his power and influence.
Linda made a pitcher of martinis and took it in to the old man. She trimmed and lit a cigar for him and saw that he was comfortable before she left the room. White accepted all her attentions like an emperor receiving a slave. He knew Linda was his property and that she had no choice but to serve him.
"There'll be a lady involved in the show tonight, I hope?" White said.
"My dear," Linda said, "I'M a lady."
White frowned and said, "You know what I mean."
"Yes, Harrison," Linda sighed, "I know. I've arranged everything just as you like it. Now I'd better go greet the guests. They should be here any moment."
Linda hurried out to wait for the people who would join her in the "show" for Harrison White. She was used to the routine by now. Various people would fuck for his entertainment, and then Linda would go to him and ball him. She wasn't really looking forward to it, but it had to be done to please the old man.
The doorbell rang, and Linda ushered in her guests. There was Ken, an athletic auburn-haired young man on the "Scene" staff; Lew, a broad-shouldered sculptor whom Linda had met at a party; and Pam, a petite blonde model. They'd all been in Harrison White's shows before.
"Thanks for coming on such sort notice, everyone," Linda said.
"No problem," Lew replied. "We all need the money. How is the old boy, anyhow?"
"Tired and grouchy," Linda said. "We'll really have to outdo ourselves tonight."
"Well, let's get to it, then," Pam said. "I have to be to work early tomorrow."
"Yeah," Ken agreed, "let's get it over with."
As they all walked to the guestroom, Linda reflected on how little joy or enthusiasm any of them felt for what was supposed to be a delicious, kinky sexual romp. They looked about as happy as if they were going to the dentist. And Linda felt the same way. Thank you, Harrison White, for your inspiration, she thought bitterly.
But as they walked into the bedroom, they all put on big phony smiles. They were experienced at performing for Harrison White and knew what he wanted. They had the incentive, too for Ken, Lew and Pam would be paid a hundred dollars each for tonight's little show, and Linda owed her whole career to the man.
Because White was slightly deaf, he never turned on the intercom between the two rooms, so the young people could say whatever they wanted- just as long as they kept smiling and performing. Sometimes they said some not very nice things about Harrison White. It helped relieve the tension.
"I suppose the old fart is playing with his pecker right now," Pam said as they all began to undress.
"It's a helluva expensive way to jack oft that's all I can say," Ken remarked.
"I should only live so long," Lew laughed. "Jesus, what I wouldn't give for his bucks."
"It doesn't make him happy," Linda said. "He's too busy wheeling and dealing to enjoy any of his money.
They chatted on like that, but Harrison White couldn't hear. He could only see them, and what he saw was four attractive young people stripping naked as they laughed and talked. Linda's tall voluptuous figure contrasted nicely with Pam's petite but curvy body. Ken was lean and of average height, while Lew was tall and built like an ox.
Pam wriggled out of her little bra and panties and stood naked, waiting for the others. Her lovely firm tits were the size of large apples and capped with dainty pink nipples. Her little triangular bush was golden blonde. She must have presented a delicious sight to the old publisher as he gawked through the one-way window.
Linda was the next to finish undressing. She'd lost none of her looks over the last three years. Her huge melon-shaped boobs were still perfectly firm and boldly thrusting. The light brown nipples were erect and pointed. The clean fragrant curls of her bush were glossy and brown.
Linda idly watched the men undressing. They were both very attractive, she had to admit. Ken's chest was thatched with reddish-brown curls, and his bush matched it, but of course Linda was most interested in his cock. Tonight it was limp, but that didn't surprise her. There wasn't much for Ken to get aroused about-not yet, anyhow.
She turned her attention to Lew's giant frame. The sculptor had huge shoulders and chest, long muscular legs and arms, and was deeply tanned all over. His black hair was thinning a little on top, but he had a bushy beard and a thick mat of chest hair. His cock, too, was limp, dangling forlornly from a thick black bush.
Lew looked down at his limp wagging prick and said, "Looks like you girls have your work cut out for you tonight.''
Linda and Pam nodded, and the two couples stretched out on the king-sized bed, the men on their backs, the women kneeling between the men's legs the women dipped their heads down and began sucking the men's cocks.
Linda sucked Lew's soft warm meat in clear to his black-thatched balls and began sucking in the way she knew he liked best, slowly and lingeringly. He liked it when she drew the limp meat out like elastic and then let it snap back to its original shape. She lashed it with her tongue and trapped it with her cheeks,
Meanwhile Pam was sucking quite hard and fast on Ken's prick, which was how he liked it. Bath men lay back grinning lustily and watching the women perform, but Linda knew their excitement was faked. They were probably thinking about football scores or even other women.
Still Harrison White had told Linda that he especially enjoyed this part of the show. He liked to see Pam and Linda's blonde and brown heads bobbing up and down in unison as they performed their double blow job. Sometimes Linda was the only girl in the show, performing with one or two men, but White liked it better when Pam was included.
"You can speed it up a little tonight, Linda," Lew said in a business-like voice. "I'd like to get this show over with and get back to my studio."
Linda dutifully sucked faster and harder on his limp but tasty dick, drawing the soft rosy head right into her throat. She pressed inward with her cheeks and upward with her tongue, trapping his prick in a tight hot juicy nest. Lew sighed softly, showing his first sign of interest.
"You do this for the old boy, too?" he asked. Then, with a laugh, "Oh, I forgot you can't answer. You're busy."
Linda was glad that Ken and Lew at least had a sense of humor about the whole kinky scene. They tried to make light of the fact that they were selling their bodies and their pride to amuse a jaded old man. Pam was a trooper, too. All she cared about was the money.
"Hey, Pam, all RIGHT," Ken panted.
Glancing over, Linda saw that Pam's swift noisy head job had caused Ken's limp pale prick to blossom into six inches of stiff thick meat. Ken was flushed with arousal, no longer faking his lusty grin. Linda sucked even harder on Lew's soft dick, and in another moment her efforts were rewarded.
"Very nice, baby," Lew sighed, "very nice.
Lew's cock was like the rest of him, huge. The eight-inch prick dug well into Linda's gripping throat as she sucked him into stiffness, and the thick shaft stretched her lips almost painfully. She was glad when Lew sighed his approval and she could let his bloated spit-soaked dick pop from her mouth.
Pam had already released Ken's stiff-standing cock. "I suppose he wants the big show tonight?" she sighed.
"That's right," Linda said. "Sorry about that, kids, but it's going to take a lot to excite him tonight."
"Well, let's get on with it, then," Ken said.
The "big show" was a complicated group fuck which Harrison White had dreamed up and gotten the four of them to perform. The tint step was for Pam to crouch on her hands and knees, her pert little butt sticking up in the air. Her luscious pink pussy was aimed right at the fake mirror so the old man could see all of it.
"Fire away," Pam said.
"Right," Lew said briskly.
The giant sculptor knelt behind petite Pam and fitted the huge knob-like head of his cock to her little moist cunt mouth. He worked his prick into her slowly so that their hidden audience could spin out his excitement. When Lew's thick pale cock was fully lodged in Pam's hot little box, he pawed again.
Pam faked some horny writhing, and then Lew started to fuck her in slow, deep thrusts. Linda always envied Pam at this stage of the show. It wasn't often that she, Linda, got to enjoy Lew's huge prick. But Harrison White was the mastermind of the show, and he preferred to see the little blonde take the biggest cock.
"Ummmmmm," Pain sighed, "you're in good form tonight, Lew."
"Thank you, my dear," Lew said, sawing away. "I am thrilled by the compliment."
Ken and Linda stayed out of the way for awhile so White could watch Lew fucking Pam. It was rather a turn-on, Linda had to admit. The big bronze-skinned sculptor seemed to dwarf the curvy little model, and his thick rigid cock seemed almost too big for her tiny cunt. The pale stalk zipped in and out between her plump pink cunt-lips, gleaming with her hot juice.
"Ummmmm," Pam sighed again, "I think I might even get off tonight. I haven't been laid in two days.
"Poor baby," Lew chuckled. "Well, I'll do my best to get you there."
Ken consulted his watch and said, "Time for you to join the action, Linda."
This part embarrassed Linda a little, but Harrison White loved it. After all, he'd dreamed it up. Linda lay down on her back, opened her legs wide, and moved her rich red pussy right up to Pam's face, Linda drew back her legs and bent them at the knees, fully exposing her slit.
Pam stuck out her little pink tongue and began to lick Linda's pussy.
Linda knew that by now White was frigging himself furiously, pumping his tired old cock in his fist. He loved to watch Pam go down on Linda. Secretly Linda didn't mind so much herself, though she'd protested violently when White first mentioned the idea. Once her first embarrassment was over, Pam's hot lapping tongue felt pretty nice. Linda lay back and tried to relax completely. She still felt strange about making it with another chick, but Pam didn't mind at all and she really knew how to use her tongue. She tickled Linda's hot little clit, then tongued lower, rimming the moist mouth of her cunt and lashing tie plump pink lips of her pussy,
Linda could never resist having her pussy eaten, not even when it was done by another girl. She became quickly horny, her pussy swelling up tight and hot, her cunt leaking sticky fragrant juice. Pam lapped up the thick cream and swallowed it with a greedy little gurgle.
"Ahhhhh" Linda sighed. "Pam, you devil, that feels really great."
Pam just giggled and went on tonguing all over Linda's hot moist snatch, working from her erect throbbing clit down to her gushing little cunt-mouth and back again. Meanwhile big Lew steadily pumped his thick cock in Pam's hot little twat, tirelessly sawing in and out. Harrison White's big show was almost complete.
The last step was for Ken to join the action. He looked at his watch again and then moved to join the group. Facing Pain, he squatted over Linda's face and pressed the swollen purple head of his cock against her lips. Linda seized the hot cock-head between her lips and sucked it deep into her mouth.
Now the picture was complete, Lew fucking Pam, Pam eating Linda's pussy, and Linda blowing Ken. It all felt pretty good, so at this point their lusty smiles weren't faked. Neither were theft sighs and panting and horny writhing. The only trick was to keep from coming too soon. White liked them to spin out this part of the show.
"Jesus, Pam," Lew sighed, "you're not making this easy. Your box is really hot tonight."
"I told you I hadn't been laid in awhile," Pam panted. "Dammit, your cock feels great. Ummmmmm, YES."
"Don't suck me quite so fast, Linda," Ken said in a hoarse lusty voice. "I'm about ready to shoot my load right now. Yeah, that's better. Christ, I wish that old fart weren't watching."
Linda shared his wish. She wanted to suck fast and hard on his tasty drooling prick, and she wanted to give in completely to the pleasure of Pam's expert pussy-eating. But they had to go slowly and give the old man his show. All of them fought for self-control as the minutes passed.
Ken had made himself theft official timekeeper after learning just how long a performance White liked. He glanced at his watch again and gasped, "Just two more minutes, everybody."
"Oh, Christ," Lew moaned, "I hope I can hold out. She's hot as a furnace."
"Linda, for chrissake," Ken whined. "you're sucking me too fast again. Slow it down, honey, or I'll come too soon."
Reluctantly Linda slowed her hungry cocksucking. Ken's six-inch dick was just right for head jobs, not too big to crowd her mouth but not too little to excite her. She slowly snaked her tongue around and around the fat drooling head of his prick, lapping up the tasty juice.
Meanwhile Pam had zeroed in on Linda's plump erect clit and was tonguing it like crazy. The maze excited she got by Lew's deep slow fucking, the faster she licked Linda's clit. It felt terrific, and it was all Linda could do not to explode into orgasm.
Pam made it even more difficult when she pressed her hot smooth lips against Linda's sensitive scarlet clit and started sucking the little bud wetly and loudly. Linda gave a muffled moan and gushed a big flood of hot sticky cunt-cream into Pam's face.
"One more minute," Ken gasped.
His face was beet-red with lust as Linda sucked steadily on his swollen prick. He gritted his teeth and tried not to come. Lew was having the same problem as he steadily pumped his hugely erect cock in Pam's tight hot little cunt. Sweat poured off his forehead as he struggled to control himself.
The women weren't having much more luck than the men. Pam whined and whimpered as she ground her greedy little cunt round the deliciously thick pole of Lew's cock. Linda panted as Pam tongued and sucked her starved little clit, and she clawed the bed as she tried to fight off climax.
"NOW," Ken finally gasped.
No one wasted a second. Lew moaned loudly and shot an enormous steamy load of jism into Pam's gripping little box. Pam whined and began to come, and in her excitement she sucked furiously on Linda's throbbing erect joy button. Linda felt her body exploding into orgasm, and at that moment Ken yelped and pumped her mouth full of hot tasty come.
The panting moaning foursome writhed together for a few delicious moments, Lew ramming his squirting cock furiously in Pam's convulsing twat, Pam sucking noisily on Linda's clit, Linda gulping Ken's come while he frantically pumped his cock in her mouth. Then they all rolled away from each other, gasping for breath.
"Pretty damned good show if I do say so myself," Lew sighed.
"Yeah, we outdid ourselves tonight," Ken agreed.
"If the old boy isn't satisfied with that performance, he can go fuck himself," Pam said.
Pam, Ken and Lew got dressed and left, leaving Linda to finish the evening's entertainment for Harrison White. As she walked to the master bedroom she experienced that strange empty feeling she'd been having so often lately. The group fuck had been a lot of fun, yes, but it was a fleeting pleasure. Something was missing in her life, perhaps something as old-fashioned and out-dated as love.
Linda walked naked into the master bedroom. Harrison White was naked, too, sitting on the bed and listing hiss pale stiff cock. His eyes were still focused on the one-way window, and they had a glassy look, as if he were still seeing the romping couples. Linda walked over to the bed and climbed on beside him, and only then did he glance her way.
"An excellent performance tonight, my dear," he said.
"Thank you, Harrison," Linda said meekly. "What would you like me to do now?"
"My favorite thing," White said with a happy sigh.
Linda wanted to groan. She was tired and didn't want any drawn-out action with the old man. But of course she didn't have any choice. If she ever pissed off Harrison White, she'd be out of a job. She faked an enticing smile, then dipped her glossy brown head into his lap.
"Good girl," White sighed.
Linda took the whole length of his rigid pale prick into her mouth, sucking it in till his white-furred balls pressed against her chin. She started giving the old man a vigorous head job, her shiny brown hair flying as she blew him.
Harrison White settled back against his plumped-up pillows with a blissful smile. He watched Linda's head bobbing up and down furiously, felt the steamy heat of her mouth and tongue all around his swollen meat. He panted softly as the lovely brunette sucked faster and faster on his oozing cock.
Linda felt nothing except the desire to bring him off and send him home. She sucked as fast and hard as she could on his stiff throbbing dick till she knew he was almost ready to come. Then she quickly released his saliva-soaked cock from her mouth and got on her hands and knees, her ass pointed towards him.
Without a word Harrison White mounted her and stuck his slim but rigid dick up her tight little asshole. Linda winced and clamped her jaws shut so as not to cry out with pain. Her only consolation was that he'd come fast. He gave only a few stiff thrusts of his prick before he moaned softly and filled her tight little asshole with steamy come.
"Thank you, my dear," he said, climbing off her. "A most satisfactory evening. You'll be rewarded, of course."
"Yes, Harrison," Linda said dully.
As the old man left she wondered, not for the first time, if her career was really worth the abuse and humiliation she put herself through. She felt like a slut every time she was with White, every time she offered him her fresh young body for his kinky shows. She had the career she'd always wanted, but was it worth the price she paid?
Harrison White finished dressing and left a neat roll of bills on Linda's dresser. When he liked her performance he rewarded her in various ways- salary raises, gifts, trips abroad, money. Linda knew it would be a very large amount of money this time.
"Good night, my dear," White said.
"Good night, Harrison," Linda said, stiffing a yawn.
The old man walked out of the room, and then Linda heard a sudden moan followed by a crash. She leaped naked from the bed and hurried out to the living room. Harrison White lay on the rug staring at the ceiling. As Linda bent over him she realized that he wasn't really staring. He didn't see anything. Harrison White was dead.
Linda's heart nearly stopped, too. White's wealth and power had built her career. What in the world was she going to Do Without Him?
Chapter Nine
After Harrison White's death, his magazine holdings, including "Scene," were bought up by a successful new publisher named Winston Ray. Linda sat in her office feeling nervous and irritable as she waited to meet Ray for the first time. She wondered if she could persuade him to do her all the favors White had done.
There was a knock on her door. "Come in," Linda called, her heart in her throat. What if Ray didn't like her? What if he fired her?
But it wasn't Winston Ray who'd knocked, it was a young editorial assistant named Sally-and she was in team.
"Miss Tomson," she sobbed, "I have to talk to you.
"I'm expecting the new publisher in just a few minutes," Linda said impatiently. "Please make it quick. What on earth is the matter, Sally?"
"Miss Tomson," the girl said, blushing deeply, "I don't know quite how to say this, but one of the assistant editors made an indecent proposition to me."
Linda stared. "Whatever do you mean?" she said.
Sally went on blushing as she explained. "He said that if I wanted to keep my job I'd have to go to bed with him," she said. "Miss Tomson, you've got to fire that man. F never heard anything so outrageous in my life."
"Sally," Linda said coldly, "that kind of thing is routine. The man is your boss, and you're supposed to please him. I suggest you do what he wants-if you want to work for 'Scene."'
Sally gawked at her. "I can't believe this," she said. "You're telling me I actually have to go to bed with that old pig if I want to keep my job?"
"That's right," Linda said. "That's how the game's played, Sally. And the sooner you learn that, the sooner you'll get ahead in this business."
"Did you do things like that when you first came to work here?" Sally said.
"Of course," Linda snapped. "Everybody does."
"Not everybody, Miss Tomson," Sally said, straightening her shoulders. "Not me. No job is worth prostituting myself. I feel sorry for you, Miss Tomson. I'm sure you're not very proud of yourself for the way you got to the top, But I intend to stay proud of myself. You can shove your damned job."
Sally marched out, head held high. Linda surprised herself by bursting into team. For just a moment Sally had reminded her of the pure and idealistic girl she used to be, the girl she still secretly wanted to be. It was too late for Linda to turn back and change things, but Sally still had a chance. Linda wept as she thought of the girl's words: "I'm sure you're not very proud of yourself..
Then she quickly dried her eyes when she heard another knock on the door. "Come in," she called.
A tall broad-shouldered and extremely attractive man entered the room. He was perhaps forty-five, with thick silver hair and ruggedly handsome features, and he was expensively dressed in a dark blue suit. Linda found his smile devastating.
"Miss Tomson," he said, "I'm Winston Ray, the new publisher of 'Scene.' The chief editor informs me that you'll show me around the office."
"I'd be honored, Mr. Ray," Linda said.
She showed Winston Ray around, introducing him to the staff and describing the magazine's operation. She could hardly keep her mind on the tour, though, she was so turned on by Ray. She prayed that she could establish a relationship with him like she'd had with Harrison White. Not only would her future be secure, but she wouldn't at all mind making love to the sexy new publisher.
To her delight, Ray asked her out to dinner that evening. Linda dressed carefully in a long white satin gown that clung to her voluptuous figure. She was determined to seduce Winston Ray and to use his wealth and power just as she'd used Harrison White's. She knew by now that this was the only way to keep her job.
After dinner Ray invited her back to his apartment for cocktails, and Linda eagerly accepted. In his luxurious penthouse they sat on the couch and drank martinis, while Ray described his plans for "Scene."
"I want it to be the most popular magazine in America," he said, "and that means having the top talent on my staff. There's going to be a lot of dead weight fired around that office. I don't want anybody who isn't giving one hundred per cent."
"I understand, Mr. Ray,". Linda said, giving him her best smile.
"I'm not sure you do understand, Linda," Ray said. "Are you sure that you've giving one hundred per cent?"
Linda went pale. She had plenty of enemies on the staff, and perhaps somebody had told Ray bad things about her. Perhaps he thought she was "dead weight" and was about to fire her. Linda felt close to panic.
"Mr. Ray," she said, "I've always done my best for 'Scene.' It's my career, the job of my dreams, and I work very hard for it."
Winston Ray smiled and suddenly his smile seemed ice cold, not sexy at all. "I'm sure you do work very hard-at the office," he said. "That wasn't what I meant. How hard are you willing to work to please me, Linda?"
Linda relaxed. It was the same old pitch-fuck me or lose your job. She could easily handle it. After all, she'd been selling her body for years. She leaned closer to Ray, letting him smell her exotic perfume and eye the deep cleavage of her big breasts. She pressed her knee against his.
"Mr. Ray," she purred, "I'd do anything in the world to please you, and I guarantee you'll be pleased."
"We'll see about that," Ray said with his cold smile, "Why don't you entertain me, Linda? Why don't you do a little dance for me?"
"Dance?" Linda said.
Ray reached over to the coffee table and pressed a button. Sensuous music filled the room. "Strip for me," he said. "Just give me my own private show."
Linda got to her feet shakily. She'd been asked to do a lot of strange things by men, but this was a first. She felt embarrassed and humiliated as she began to obey this man. Her whole future was in his hands.
Winston Ray leaned back and lit a cigar and watched her dance. "You're a very beautiful woman, Linda," he said, "but do you have Went? That's what we're going to find out. It takes a very talented girl to please me. I'm sure you know what I mean."
Linda kept a big fake smile plastered on her face as she kicked off her shoes and reached for the zipper of her dress. She tried to look perfectly at ease, but inwardly she was fighting a strong urge to kick Winston Ray in the teeth. Suddenly she hated the man, hated all the men who'd used her body.
Linda drew down the long zipper at the back of her dress, and the white gown floated to the floor. She stepped out of it wearing white lace bra and panties. Ray puffed on his cigar and watched her but didn't seem terribly impressed. Linda put more motion into her dance, swaying her hips enticingly.
"That's better," Ray said. "Give me a real show, Miss Senior Editor. Let's see if you're going to stay on that job."
Linda got the message all too clearly-please Ray or be fired. She made her dancing as sexy as possible as she reached around and unhooked her bra. She drew the little lacy garment away, and her big melon-shaped tits wobbled out, firm and thrusting, the light brown nipples dainty and soft.
"Very nice," Ray said. "Now let's see the rest of you."
Linda felt such loathing for the man that she could barely keep smiling. She hated the fact that her career was based on her body, not her talents. You're just a high-priced whore, she thought, nothing but a whore. Yet she kept swaying to the music, and she started to inch down her panties.
Ray followed her movements, his cool dark eyes glued to the soft mound of her crotch. Linda slowly lowered her panties down over the lovely little globes of her ass. She remembered Sally's words that morning: "You can shove your damned job." She wished she had the courage to say that to Ray, but she didn't. She was still the slave of her own ambitions.
Linda slipped her panties down over the glossy brown curls of her muff and let the little garment slither down her legs. She stepped out of it and stood before Ray utterly naked. She'd been naked in front of many men, but this time she felt totally humiliated.
"Don't stop," Ray said. "Keep dancing. Senior editor is a very important job, Linda. You really have to work hard for it."
Linda danced. Her slim but curvy hips swayed, and her big naked breasts wobbled and bounced. Winston Ray watched her with cool amusement, his eyes darting from her wobbling boobs to her pretty brown curl patch. Linda hated what she was doing, but she knew she was fighting for her career. "Bend more," Ray said. "Show me your pussy.
Linda blushed and fought the urge to run away. This man was obviously out to humiliate her. She danced closer to him, turned, and presented him with her pert little ass. She bent low and exposed the rich red flesh of her gash. She could have wept with shame as she gave the publisher a long unhindered look at her pussy.
"Now from the front," Ray commanded.
Linda spun around to face him, thrust her belly forward, and spread her legs. Again Ray studied the shining scarlet flesh of her pussy with its dainty fringe of brown curls. He could see everything, from her little red clit to the light brown wrinkle of her asshole.
"All right," he said, "that will do. There's certainly nothing wrong with your looks. Now I'll find out about your performance. Come over here and undress me."
Linda walked over and went to her knees before Winston Ray, removing his shoes and socks. She took off his tie and jacket and shirt. He wasn't wearing a t-shirt. His tan chest was lightly matted with light brown hairs. Linda put his clothes neatly aside and reached for his belt.
"Of course you've balled everybody on the staff?" Ray said with his cold smile. "No, you don't have to answer. I already know. You have quite a reputation, Linda. I just hope you're as good as they say."
Linda reddened with shame. There were plenty of men on the staff who could tell Ray all about her performance in bed. It hurt to know that they talked about her that way, that she had the reputation of being a promiscuous slut.
She unbuckled Ray's belt and unzipped his fly. She tugged his pants down and then removed his jockey shorts. His handsome pale cock was limp, resting on its brown and silver nest, and his rosy-red balls were wrinkled and flaccid.
"Suck me off," Ray ordered.
Linda wanted to scream at him that she'd never again humiliate herself for a man-but of course she knew she would. Sucking off a man she hated was a small price to pay for her career. Or was it? Linda tried not to think about it as she bent low over Ray's lap and eyed his milk-white blue-veined prick.
She picked up the droopy little cock and fed it slowly into her mouth, sliding it along her slick hot tongue, trapping it between her cheeks. She drew his limp meat all the way in, till his silver-furred balls touched her chin.
"Let's see how well you suck cock, baby," Ray said. "I can't have a girl on my staff if she doesn't give a good head job."
Linda was powerfully tempted to bite his dick, but she dutifully started sucking it, slowly and teasingly at first, then with growing speed and pressure. She didn't worry about her technique. After all these years she'd become an expert. She just hoped Ray agreed.
As Linda sucked hotly and loudly on his flaccid prick, Ray leaned backed against the couch and smiled his cold smile. He must have had hundreds of blow jobs, and he was probably comparing Linda's technique to the others. She sucked faster and harder on his soft warm prick, her saliva boiling around it.
"Not bad," Ray remarked. "But can you get me hard?"
Oh, God, Linda thought, one of those. Winston Ray was one of those jaded men, like Frank Brooks and Harrison White, who'd bought so much pleasure in their time that they couldn't respond to normal sex. They couldn't even get hard without a lot of kinky foreplay. Fortunately Linda was familiar with the type and knew just what to do.
While she went on sucking hotly and noisily on his limp prick, she reached up and cupped his flaccid red balls and gave them a brisk massage. Ray drew in his breath sharply, surprised and pleased. Linda gently but steadily squeezed and massaged his warm soft nut sacs, and the glow in his eyes told her that he liked it.
"Very clever," he said somewhat hoarsely. "Maybe you're as good as your reputation after all, Linda. I was told you're the best piece of ass in town-but I like to find things out for myself."
Linda reddened. Ray was deliberately doing everything he could to shame and mortify her, and she had no choice but to take it. He knew she'd brown-nosed her way to the top and that she'd take any amount of humiliation to keep her job.
She drew his rubbery cock-head into her throat and massaged it with her tight throat muscles. She sucked hard and fast on his limp warm dick, and she went on tickling and massaging his balls. Ray started to get pink in the face, and his breathing quickened. He wasn't an easy man to arouse, but Linda seemed to be getting to him..
She kept one hand on his wrinkled red balls, massaging steadily, and with the other hand she reached back into his hot hairy crotch and found the small clenched mouth of his asshole. She wriggled her little finger up the tight hot hole, thrusting it clear to the last knuckle.
"JESUS CHRIST," Ray gasped.
Linda's hot juicy mouth teased his cock, and her warm little hand tickled and squeezed his nut sacs, while her finger pumped teasingly up and down in his gripping brownie. With that kind of stimulation even Winston Ray couldn't stay cool. He turned red with arousal and began to pant.
"You clever little bitch," he sighed, "I think you're actually going to get me hard."
He'd barely said the words before his cock twitched on her tongue and began to stiffen and swell. It grew into a seven-inch pole of hard silky flesh, the head swelling up into a taut-skinned knob. His balls ballooned in her hand, going stiff and full.
Now Linda sucked even harder, trying to get him off. She knew he'd be impressed when she swallowed his come like a pro. Ray broke into a lusty grimace, and his eyes rolled dizzily as she worked his swollen dick in the steamy heat of her mouth.
But then Ray drew back and gasped, "Enough. We'll do something else now.
Linda popped her little finger out of his tight hot asshole and released his spit-soaked cock from her mouth. His pale wet prick snapped up to hug his belly. It was a handsome cock, all right, but Linda wished it belonged to someone else. She despised Ray.
He got to his feet and steered her across the room to a full-length mirror. He positioned her in front of it. Linda saw herself almost as a stranger, a tall beautiful naked girl sporting a whorish smile. Winston Ray stood behind her eyeing her reflection, taking in every lovely curve of her body.
"Have you ever watched yourself get balled?" he said.
"No," Linda said wearily, "I can't say that I have, Mr. Ray."
"I think it's rather a trip," he said.
Standing behind her, holding her around the waist, Ray jabbed his hard cock-head against the moist little mouth of her cunt. Linda gasped as he worked the thick stiff meat into her. She wasn't very aroused, and his cock felt huge and menacing in her tight dry box.
Ray grunted and shoved, thrusting his erect dick deep into her snug little twat till his fat hard cock-head touched her womb and his furry balls tickled her pert little ass. Linda felt so stuffed with cock that she could hardly breathe.
All the while he was putting his cock into her, Ray looked in the mirror. Linda followed his gaze and blushed deeply. The mirror showed everything. She saw herself standing there impaled on his thick pale dick. The white fleshy pole showed between the plump pink lips of her pussy.
"Quite a turn-on, isn't it?" Ray chuckled.
Linda didn't know what to think. He started balling her, working his stiff pale cock slowly and deeply in her snug little hole, and Linda watched the action in the mirror as if hypnotized. There was something wickedly exciting about watching that thick pale pole splitting her dainty pink Cunt-lips.
As he fucked her, Ray reached up and cupped her big heaving tits, squeezing and molding them, running his thumbs back and forth over her sensitive nipples. Linda moaned softly. Though she despised the man, she needed his cock, and she was getting quickly aroused. Her gripping little box started to leak hot sticky juice.
"You love to ball, don't you, Linda?" Ray whispered hoarsely.
"Yes," she gasped. She couldn't understand how the man was arousing her so hotly, but she could feel it all over her body. She seemed to glow and melt, and her hungry little cunt gushed more steamy juice.
"You hate my guts, too," Ray chuckled.
As he spoke, he began working his cock faster and harder in her molten-hot little cunt. Linda moaned hoarsely and creamed all around his jerking dick. In the mirror she saw the bright juice trickling down her inner thighs. It seemed insane-she despised the man, but he was driving her wild with horny need.
"You hate my guts, but you want me to fuck you," Ray panted. "Isn't that true, Linda?"
"Yes," she whined, "oh, God, yes."
He gripped her big ripe breasts harder and thrust his stiff thick cock deep into her, butting her womb. Linda swayed dizzily against him, her cream pouring down her thighs, her cunt gripping his meat urgently. She couldn't think of anything now but coming.
"Fuck me, fuck me," she babbled. "I love your cock. Oh, God, yes, do it to me.
Winston Ray was grinning wickedly as he balled her into a frenzy of need. He watched his own pale shining cock splitting her dainty pink cunt-lips again and again, and he watched Linda's face as she broke into a lusty grimace. He loved his power over her, his success in totally humiliating her.
"You'll do anything I want now, won't you, Linda?" he panted. "To keep your job, you'll come whenever I call, and you'll do anything I want in bed."
"Yes, yes," Linda moaned. She ground her red-hot pussy around his jerking dick, desperate to come.
Winston Ray chuckled wickedly and reached down to seize her bright red clit. He gave the little button a firm squeeze, and Linda started to come. She watched herself coming, just as Ray was watching her. She watched her body spasm and hot cream gush down her legs.
"Eat my come," Ray panted.
He whipped his juice-soaked cock out of her, pushed her to her knees, and rammed his big hard prick into her throat. He started to come immediately, and Linda gulped every bit of his steamy load. Then he pushed her away and went to put on his clothes.
"GO home now," he said. "I'm busy."
"Yes, Mr. Ray," Linda said meekly.
She dressed and went out into the cold dark night, thinking of all the things she'd sacrificed to have her career-not just her virginity and her dignity, but a home, husband, children, a man she could truly love. She wished desperately that she could turn back the clock and become an innocent girl again, but she knew it was too late for that.
Linda knew she was beyond love by now, beyond pride and ideals and even decency. She was hopelessly caught in her blind fight for success, and there was no turning back. But was she happy? Somehow she'd forgotten what the word meant Perhaps it didn't even matter any more.
