For many, the desire to succeed in one's chosen field often becomes an obsession. And, frequently, a pawn with this obsession to succeed will allow himself to be degraded -- spiritually, if not physically -- for the sake of this all-important goal. Indeed, the individual's norm may change drastically -- and often for the worse.
This is the story of a secretary who's willing to do anything in order to get ahead. She allows herself to be shamed and degraded by her superiors, to be passed around at various office parties. Then she finds she is just as willing to use a to be used. Her sense of right and wrong is totally discarded in the interest of pragmatism.
But is she to be blamed? Or has she simply fallen victim to a way of thinking which seems to permeate our society?
SECRETARY IN HEAT -- a work of fiction for entertainment, but also a statement on the changing mores of our modem society.
The Publisher
Chapter One
Janet stood in the bathroom, trembling. She was a woman who loved cock and had had plenty of it from the age of fifteen. She was now a beautifully developed twenty-one.
But tonight she would fuck the only man she had ever truly loved. Ted -- the man she had married that afternoon. During the two months she had known him, been mad for him, he had given her no more than innocent good-night kisses. Two months of cold showers. Two months of hot sleepless nights, aching for him, her sticky finger working in and out of her dripping pussy.
Now at last he would be hers. He had graduated with a degree in Business Administration. He had a job all lined up. He was an old-fashioned guy, insisting they wait till their wedding night to fuck.
I haven't even seen his cock, she thought, but tonight I'll have it in me. I'll caress it. Kiss it!
She was naked before the full-length mirror. She pulled her shoulders back. Her big breasts rode high. The long rosy nipples were taut. They're yours tonight, Ted darling. Everything I have is yours.
Her cunt was warm and damp. She slipped a black, see-through negligee over her creamy smooth body. She took a final look at herself in the mirror. Her smile was ecstatic. Her eyes sparkled with love.
She walked into the bedroom. Ted was in bed, sitting up, the covers pulled up to his waist. His torso was bare. Ted -- the man she had lusted after for weeks. Ted -- tall, muscular, thick wavy dark-blond hair. And so sweet and considerate. The ideal man she'd always dreamed of.
The room was bathed in a soft light from one small lamp. They exchanged smiles. But she thought she detected a hint of fear in his eyes. Or was it something far worse than fear?
She sat on the edge of the bed letting the negligee flow open. She heard him draw in his breath at the sight of her exposed titties. But he did not touch them, even when she arched her back, her heavy breasts lifting higher, making them more delectable-looking.
"Get into bed," he said hoarsely. His tone was flat, neither tender nor harsh.
She stood up. Slowly and carefully she removed the negligee. She let him look at her. Every contour of her creamy flesh was exposed in the soft light to his roving eyes. She trembled, feeling him take in the voluptuous curves of her hips, her high-rising breasts. Her rosy nipples were rigid.
She shivered, arching her back again. She took a step closer to the bed. She felt his hot breath on her cunt. Oh kiss it! She pleaded silently. Kiss my pussy, lick it!
Ted licked his lips with a warm, rough, saliva-covered tongue that would bring her such pleasure.
He will lick it, Janet thought, feeling lewd and elated. She was sure he would... lick the succulent folds of her cunt, dive his tongue into her pussy, spear her blood-gorged clit, warm lips sucking lustily at her pink hot cuntflesh.
She was weak with burning passion. But still she lingered, letting him look at her another moment. He had delayed their pleasure for weeks. She would delay it a few more delicious moments, her naked body trembling before his robing eyes.
She touched her furry mound. Her finger barely poked at the spot where his tongue, his cock, would enter. She took her hand away. She smiled softly.
"I said get into bed."
His tone puzzled her. He tossed aside the covers. Her eyes were on his cock. It was slowly erecting. It was beautifully shaped.
"Big enough for you?" he said. "Or are you used to stallions?"
"Ted..."
"C'mon," he said impatiently, patting the space beside him.
She trembled again. She didn't like the expression on his face -- it made his handsome features cruel-looking.
But she did as he asked and lay next to him. She could feel the heat from his virile body. But nevertheless he seemed so far away from her. In just a few moments he had become such a stranger to her. Well, what had she known about him, really? Only that she love him. He was the quiet type. Polite, but quiet.
"How many men have you done this with?" he asked in that dry tone of his she had come to dread.
"Ted, surely you must have known that I... We never discussed anything in detail, but..."
"Yeah." He got up off the bed.
"There hasn't been anybody since I met you, that's all that really matters, isn't it?" Her voice sounded choked.
"I know all about you and Harold and Sammy and Duke. I bet you even made it with Sue, that roommate of yours. She used to brag about being bisexual." He dared at her with cool contempt.
It was true, yes, she'd had sex with all those people.
"But I've never loved anyone the way I love you," she said shakily.
The tears still would not come. His voice was so icy cold. If only he would shout at her. "I'm just what you wanted in a husband, eh?"
"Yes," she said warily.
"Good," he said. "Because you're what I wanted in a wife." His lips twisted in a cruel grin. "A slut!"
Janet started to rise.
"Lay down!" Ted snapped.
He slapped her hard. She fell flat onto the bed. "On your stomach."
She rolled over onto her stomach. She was too dazed to resist. And she was deeply hurt -- not so much physically as emotionally.
"You'll get what you deserve now," he said. She saw that his cock was bone hard now, twitching from side to side. His hot hand caressed one of her creamy smooth buttocks possessively. She felt the excited tremor in that hand. So his coldness had been only a sheath for some savage fire within.
Despite her confused fear, Janet's pussy juice ran hotter than ever. Such fire and passion from Ted, the cool Ted, overwhelmed her.
He squeezed her ass-cheek roughly. Then he gave her buttocks a sharp open-handed slap. Janet cried out, more surprised than hurt by the sudden if blow. Ted chuckled softly. The odd laugh was both sensual and frightening.
"Yeah, bitch, you'll get what you deserve tonight."
She hardly recognized his voice -- so sexily husky. And so cruel and possessive. She knew what was going to happen the moment he got up off the bed. Her head was twisted to one side, facing him. And she watched, removed his leather belt from his trousers.
She was afraid of him. But, God help her, she still loved him. And the cruel-sexy expression on his handsome face made her heart beat faster. Whatever else it was, this was a completely new experience for her.
He folded the belt carefully. The room was very quiet. She saw his muscular arm lift high into the air, the belt grasped tight in his hand. She closed her eyes. Her big titties were crushed against the mattress.
"I'm gonna warm up that beautiful ass of yours," he husked.
She felt the stinging slap of leather against her shapely, silky smooth ass. The sound was sharp and loud to her cars.
She moaned and squirmed. She felt the second stinging blow. And a third and fourth and more. And she moaned and rolled her hips between each measured slap of the belt across her ass. And she sensed the dark fantastic pleasure her writhing, yielding body gave him.
She lost count of the number of times the belt struck her ivory-white flesh. She heard a soft grunt. And he tossed the instrument of punishment aside. She was shocked to discover that the sheet beneath her was warm and sticky from the drippings of her pussy-juice.
He was in back of her and she felt his hot hands at her hips. Her limp body was being lifted up until she was on her knees and leaning forward to rest on her elbows. Was he going to fuck her in the ass? She'd had that done to her plenty. But only when the cock was well greased. She loved it then. Especially when a finger toyed with her pussy, finger-fucking at the same time as the bone-hard dick ass-fucked.
Her ass ached now. And his hand stroked the tender flesh -- stroked possessively, not tenderly.
"Yeah, you've really got a nice ass," he said, breathing heavily with passion. "A little red right now, but that'll wear off. What I need is a thinner belt. That'll make stripes. Red stripes for you to wear for me."
Janet began to tremble again. Ted chuckled. He traced one of his fingers down the crack between her asscheeks. He poked the loose folds of skin at her cunt.
"Hot!" he said hoarsely. "Hot and juicy. Bet you liked that, you slut. Anything for a new thrill, eh? You bitch!"
He pushed her roughly until she fell to one side. He rolled her over until she lay on her back. She was putty in his demanding hands.
He grasped her arms tightly, pinning her down. He towered above her. She stared up at his cruel handsome face.
Janet's big creamy tits rose higher with each panting deep breath she took. Her throat was tight, parched. She could not speak.
Ted released his tight hold oh her arms. His sparkling eyes roamed over her body. The fire in those eyes sent shivers up Janet's spine. Her rosy nipples were stiff and pointed, aching to be sucked.
His big hot hands palmed her creamy tits. She gasped as he twisted them and, mashed down on them. He ceased the rough play and moved his now-damp palms across the contours of her high-rising titties. His sweating, hat palms barely touched her breasts as he moved his hands up and down.
Janet arched her back. Her head rolled slowly from side to side. Her moans were pleading sounds.
With thumbs and forefingers he gasped her big hard tits. He pinched, twisted and tugged at them. Janet squealed.
"Yeah... yeah!" Ted groaned.
Just as she felt he would pinch the tits right off her, he ceased abruptly.
"Let me see it," he snapped, staring down at her pussy.
She stared at him dumbly. He grinned as if pleased that her lack of understanding gave him another excuse to assault her. He slapped her face.
"Open up that pussy for me!" he demanded. With trembling fingers Janet pried apart her pussy-lips. His lips twisted in a grin as he leaned down to observe. The blood-gorged clitoris twitched excitedly.
"You've got a good-sized clit," he said flatly. "And I bet your cunt's big too. Bet you could take a Goddamn horse, you slut. You're gonna do a lot of talking before the night's over. You're gonna confess. Yeah!"
His thumb nudged her clit. Just that touch, after all the built-up hunger and anticipation, caused a great shuddery groan to tear from Janet's throat.
"Hot bitch!" Ted chuckled.
He slapped her face, harder than before. And laughed again.
"Pry that cunt open wider!"
Janet obeyed, pleading silently: Oh Ted, Ted... please... put your tongue there... stick your tongue in me... And then... please, please let me feel your cock up there. Fuck me and anything else you want to do will be all right! I can't stop loving you this soon. Anything... anything you want. But eat me, fuck me!
Ted was cruelly aware of her silent plea. He dragged his hard cock against her flat white belly, up, up to her big creamy titties. He moved his hips back and forth, fucking between those two big boobs. Sticky drippings from his prick dripped onto her snow white body.
He moved his cock closer to her face. With a hungry moan she lifted her head and wrapped her hot saliva-rich lips around the slick throbbing piece of his meat. She heard his excited, shivery gasp of pleasure.
"Suck it, you cock-sucking bitch!"
Her head moved excitedly up and down. His cock was so delicious, probing deep into her throat. So hot and pulsating with frenzied life. As she sucked his dick, she plunged her fingers into the sticky folds of her cunt -- nudging her twitching clit, digging her fingers into the depths of her pussy.
He became aware of what her fingers were doing. He pulled his cock free of her hungry hot mouth. He pulled her hands away from her pussy. He pinned her arms don, towering over her, grinning.
"Want my hot cock in that snatch?"
"Y-yes," she answered weakly. "Want me to give you a good fuck?"
She couldn't speak. She whimpered and squirmed.
He stared down at her. "Well have a drink first."
More of his cruel vicious teasing, she thought. He left her alone. She felt weak, hollow, stunned.
He was back in the bedroom now. He carried a pitcher and one glass. The sight of his body stirred her desire.
He poured. "It's gin and tonic," he said. "I believe that's your favorite drink." She sat up and received the drink.
"But so much," she laughed nervously. "Such a large glass and... Aren't you having one?"
"I don't drink."
"But I'll never be able to drink all this. I'm not much of a drinker either."
"Stop talking and drink it down. All of it. You'll talk later. You'll talk a lot!"
His voice... so cold and demanding.
She took a long swallow. It was a strong drink she choked. He filled the large glass to the brim again, then set the pitcher on the night table. "Now you're gonna talk," he said. "Sip at that drink and talk. I want to hear it all. About the others."
Sitting on the edge of the bed, he began to toy with her tits.
"Details, bitch!" he said, his voice icy cold. But his fingers felt so hot as they squeezed her big pointed tits. "What about you and Sue -- that roommate of yours."
"Yes -- we -- made love... a few times."
"Made love!" He yanked hard at her tits. "What kind of language is that for a slut to use? What did you bitches do with your tongues?"
Janet leaned against the headboard. She felt suddenly giddy from the drink.
"What the hell do you think we did with our tongues?" she said quietly.
"Tell me, bitch." He yanked roughly at her tits.
Janet moaned, then took a deep breath before the words began to flow. "I love having my pussy eaten. Such a delicious feeling! Can a man ever know such pleasure -- having his cock sucked? Some men are artists at eating pussy. But too few of them are! But sometimes another woman -- I remember the first time Sue and I did it..."
"Yeah?"
Ted's blue eyes sparkled with lust. His hot hands cupped her tits and squeezed.
"I was asleep," Janet continued. "Sue had been out -- working late at that topless joint. It was a warm night. I felt something delicious at my pussy. The room was dimly lit from one bedside lamp. She and I had twin beds. Sue was on my bed. She was your cunt."
"Yes," Janet said weakly.
"Slut!" The tone was still icy cold and filled with contempt.
He began tugging hard at her titties, twisting them. He did it with deliberate, studied concentration. Only his sparkling blue eyes revealed his profound lust. She went limp.
"Finish that, drink," he said. "And tell me about the cock."
Without hesitation she swallowed down the rest of the drink. She felt dizzy and loaned her head back against the headboard again. She closed her eyes. She suddenly saw herself at age fourteen. She giggled.
"You should have known me when I was fourteen," she said. "I was a virgin then."
"You held out all the way to fourteen? That's a surprise."
"Fourteen years and four months." She kept he eyes shut. She spoke slowly, her tongue becoming a little thick. She wasn't used to so much alcohol. "Never knew my father... left my mother when I was a baby. She was cold... frigid maybe. Worked hard for that cosmetics firm. Told me to be independent... never to depend on a man for anything. But I..."
"You liked cock," Ted skid roughly.
"Yes," Janet giggled, her eyes still closed. "From the time I was fourteen, I'd been playing as naked as I was. Her head was down between my legs. Warm moist lips munched my cunt..."
Ted leaned forward.
"Keep talking," he husked. And his damp, rough tongue began to lick the rounded curves of Janet's breasts -- licking slowly, each tittie in turn.
"She pried apart my pussylips... I know I was all damp down there... hot... so hot." Janet was breathing heavily. She arched her back, extending her big boobs out farther as Ted's rough wet tongue lapped slowly. "She dug her tongue in me... Ohhhhhh it went in so deep! She swirled it around. It drove me crazy, her tongue way up my twat. Then she sucked at my pussy like she was trying to draw all the juice out of it. I began squealing. I was shooting off. So fast! So damn fast. But I knew that was just a warm up. I wanted her to keep eating me. But instead she pressed her body against mine. I felt her breasts against mine. She's got big ones too... those titties she'd been exhibiting at that topless joint. Now they were pressed against mine. And I felt the hot juice from her pussy dripping onto my cunt. We kissed long and deep and I tasted my own pussy-juice on her lips. And I loved that taste of pussy juice and I wanted more and I wanted her to eat me again."
Ted lifted his head. He got two big handfuls of tittie and squeezed.
"And you ate her, eh? Ate her pussy while she ate you out again... sucked up all that juice from with myself for more than a year and when I had my finger poked way up there I'd think of some guy at school... some old guy, a senior. One especially... Brad. He became my masturbation fantasy. He was eighteen... handsome, smart... great at athletics. Brad was always surrounded with so many girls and buddies. But let as close to him in the cafeteria as I could get. I dressed as sexy as I could get by with -- just for Brad. And he finally began to notice me."
"Yet, I bet. And about a dozen others."
"I don't know." Janet's eyes remained closed. "Brad was my first love and I don't care what you think... when I truly love a person, no one else exists for me."
"Never mind about that, bitch. Just get to the fucking... the cocks... I wonder if you could count up how many cocks have been in you... Brad was the first one, oh?"
"There finally came a night... I was naked on the bed... trembling. He whispered something and he got naked and I saw his cock hard. It scared me just for a moment but he was at me so fast. Most young guys do it so fast sometimes like they haven't a moment to loss or like you'll get away from them if they don't hurry. And I felt his cock go into me and it didn't hurt. I'd prepared for it I guess... all those months of masturbation... I'd broken my hymen. He fucked me fast and I felt something fantastic about to happen to me but he stopped before it could quite happen. He pulled his cock out and I whimpered, wanting it back in. He said, wow, or something like that and said he was glad I wasn't a virgin. Anyway he promised he'd come back next night at midnight. And next night at midnight he was there again... hot... fucking fast and hard and that fantastic something was about to happen again but didn't. He got off me, but this time I begged him to stay. He laughed and said something like, you're really hot... never knew a girl liked it so much. I played with his prick. It felt so slick and warm and it didn't take much to get it stiff as a board again. He slammed it into me again and started fucking... so fast again. I felt it building up... up... up. It was going to happen this time. I was sure of it! But then he rolled away from me and my pussy had never felt so empty."
"He came to see me nearly every night for two weeks and I thought about him all the time. And I masturbated every night when he left me. Then one night he said somebody was waiting out in the car... somebody he wanted to send in."
"I lay hot and eager and also a little scared, wondering who this friend of Brad's would be. Someone at school? But nothing could have surprised me more then seeing the person who walked into my room five minutes later... walked into my room so casually, as if he'd been there dozens of times. It was Brad's father -- the high-school coach -- Mac Saunders."
Janet took a couple of sips from her drink, remembering that night.
"This Mac Saunders must have been -- what -- forty years old?"
"Thirty eight."
"A thirty-eight year old man!" Ted said contemptuously. "How big was his cock? Did he have a big cock for -- that tender young pussy of yours?"
"Size doesn't mean anything."
"Was it bigger than mine?"
Janet looked at her husband's cock. It was hard and twitching. So beautiful. She reached out for it.
"Ted..."
He pushed her hand away.
"Behave yourself," he said. "Or do you want some more of that belt?"
She stared at the wall, her vision blurred. She felt the sharp sting of his slap across her left cheek.
"Look at me!" he snapped.
She sighed wearily and looked at his handsome cold face.
"Go on with the story," he said.
Janet closed her eyes again. "He was so -- marvelous... Mac Saunders," she said dreamily.
"Don't get high falutin', bitch," Ted said, brushing his hand teasingly across Janet's snatch.
"I want to know how he made that twat of yours feel."
Just that light touch of Ted's hand on her pussy drove Janet mad. But she kept her eyes closed, and she could not control the tremor in her voice.
"That night was the first time I ever felt lips and a tongue at my pussy. It was a shock at first -- when Mac Saunders lowered his head down between my legs. But the touch of his mouth on my cunt sent pleasure all over me. He sucked my cunt. It didn't occur to me then that he was sucking out the cum his son had just shot into me. His lips drove me wild. I felt his tongue way up in me, swirling 'round, and on my clit. It was happening... God, was it ever happening! He kept eating me and eating me and jt happened again. And he wasn't finished yet. He towered over me and I saw my pussy-juice dripping from his chin. He fondled my titties as his cock slid slowly into me. He fucked me slow, then fast... then slow again. And it happened again and again. It just wouldn't stop happening. He was laughing... kissing me... kissing my breasts... and fucking so everlastingly."
Janet breathed heavily at the memory. Suddenly Ted shoved two fingers into her pussy. She gasped and squirmed. She moaned. With a cruel short laugh Ted pulled his fingers from the clinging lips of her cunt.
"[missing text] old man," Ted said, milking Janet's breasts hard again.
"No. I never saw Brad again after that night. He went into the Navy a couple of days later. That was why he had brought over his father -- to take his place. Mac Saunders came over nearly every midnight and we screwed for hours and he couldn't pt enough of eating my posy. I was so proud to have such a handsome for a lover. A full grown man... a high-school coach. I wanted to hurry and get older. But in the fall he transferred to another school in another town and I never saw him again either."
"Bet you weren't lonesome for long." Ted twisted one of Janet's tits sharply.
Janet gasped, arching her back, opening her eyes.
"Mac Saunders taught you a lot, eh?" He actually twisted the other tittie.
"Yes... he showed me how to suck cock," Janet gasped as Ted twisted both big boobs at the same time.
"Bet you loved that, bitch," Ted said, squeezing harder.
"I loved pleasing a man that way -- pleasing someone I cared for."
"And you cared for so may," Ted sneered.
"I never played around," Janet said softly, surrendering herself to the rough play of Ted's hands on her breasts. "I was true to each one in turn."
"Auggg!" Janet gasped.
Ted waved the two fingers in Janet's face.
"Lick 'em!" he snapped.
Janet licked his fingers clean of her pussy-juice. Ted grabbed her big tits again. He began to manipulate them as if he were milking them.
"His cock felt good in that young pussy of yours, eh," he said huskily. "He really knew how to pump it to you... How many times did he shoot off? Bet that hot cunt of yours really drove him wild."
"He came inside me. I could feel it -- so warm. He ate it out of me... sucked it out of my pussy... kept on eating. I didn't want it to ever stop happening... even though I was beginning to feel a little tender down there. He put his cock into me again... Ohhhhh!"
Ted had shoved two fingers into her pussy again and was twirling them around.
"He -- ohhh -- he must have fucked me for at least half an hour... I don't know how many times I came. Then we dozed off to sleep. He woke me up eating my pussy again. My tits were swollen. My twat wanted to feel his cock in me again. Then it was there -- his stiff prick, tilling me wonderfully, and he sucked my tits... fucked til dawn. And it seems to me now that we both shot off just as the room was getting light." She whimpered as Ted pulled his fingers from her twat.
"So then you had two of them -- the kid and his anything that might happen." If I please him, maybe he'll love me, her drunken mind told her.
"Ted... Ted... I love you, Ted!" she said, her tongue thick.
"You worship me, eh?"
"Yes!" She sank down on her knees. "Yes!"
As if in a dream, she began kissing his feet.
She heard Ted's laughter... heard the vile words he called her. Then heard the stem command: "Suck my cock, bitch."
The room seemed to be swirling around and around as she lifted her head. Passionately she kissed his balls, his stiff prick.
"Suck it, bitch!"
She felt the sting of the belt across her back. She took his cock into her mouth. She sucked down to the root of it. He bent his legs, bunching down. He grabbed hold of her tits, squeezing and tugging at them as she deftly moved her moist lips up and down on the length of his prick from cockhead to root.
He let go of her titties.
"Go 'round the world like a good whore," he said thickly.
Mac Saunders had used that phrase -- around the world. That was something else he had taught her that summer.
Janet licked at the inside of Ted's left thigh. She licked around the muscular leg. His buttocks were smooth and shapely. Her ears were assailed again turn.
"How many," Ted said, grabbing her hair, forcing her to look at him.
"Six others," she said evenly. "Exactly six others."
He slapped her hard across the side of the face.
"Don't get haughty with me, bitch. Six others besides Sue you mean."
"Yes, but with Sue -- that wasn't an affair... we only did it a few times together. I thought I was in love so many times. It always had to be with someone older -- I was so mature for my age."
Janet's voice was subdued, matter-of-fact, despite the situation -- Ted tugging at her hair, glaring at her with such loathing.
Her voice wavered, "But I really did fall in love for the first time."
"Me, eh?" Ted's lips twisted. "Bet it was a new experience for you -- a guy not trying to get into your pants. And actually proposing marriage to a..."
He let go her hair and stood up. His cock twitched.
"Better finish that drink," he said. "You may need it. You've had a lot of different experiences... Now you're gonna have another one -- one you'll never forget!"
She took the pitcher and drank directly from it. Some of the liquid dripped onto her naked body. Her face was flushed. She felt giddy, resigned to with the vile names he called her. But his voice seemed far away. Only the flesh was near.
She pried apart his ass-cheeks as she ran her tongue up and down the crack. He leaned forward and she dug her tongue into his whole. She bathed it with her tongue. She puckered her lips and blew into it. Ted laughed.
She went around him and licked his balk.
"Suck it, bitch! I'm coming!"
She put her mouth back on his twitching cook. She felt it throb in her mouth as she plunged down on it... felt it throb down her throat. He clutched the back of her head and pushed her face tight against his crotch. His big dick didn't gag her, nor did the huge load of hot cum that shot into her mouth. She drank it down -- that essence of the man she loved!
"Bitch!" He pushed her away from him like some nasty, pesky thing.
She lay on the floor, nearly passed out.
"There's more where that came from, bitch." His voice sounded farther away than ever.
She didn't know how long she lay in a heap on the floor like that before she felt herself being backed onto the bed. She lay on her stomach and he beat her with his belt again. Then she was rolled over and he whipped lightly at her breasts with a strap.
He was fucking her then, and she heard strange wild laughter. She was shocked to discover that it was she who laughed through the blessed orgasm. He chewed hard at her tits, bit her neck. He rolled her over onto her stomach again. She felt her asshole being invaded with his greasy cock. She lay inert, her breasts crushing into the mattress while he ass-fucked. Then he lifted her hips and slammed at her hard, his thighs slapping against her silken buttocks, making them quiver.
He leaned forward, his chest resting on her soft back, fucking slow as his fingers toyed with her pussy lips.
"I'll wear your pussy out, bitch," he whispered fiercely.
"Can't," she muttered, her tongue thick. "Can't!"
She laughed hysterically as he plunged three fingers deep into her gushy cunt while his cock fucked slow but deep into her ass.
She squealed. But he kept finger-fucking her and fucking her in the ass. She could hardly stand it. But she climaxed again. She began whimpering, moaning, crying, all at the same time it seemed as his fingers grew more active in her pussy, as they stretched her cunt.
She couldn't -- no, she couldn't stand another one. But it happened. Again. She didn't squeal. The sound was more like a strangled sob. Then she whimpered, almost happily. For she felt his hot load of cockjuice shoot into her asshole.
Now he'll stop, she thought. He'll stop, he'll slapped her again.
Nothingness again. Then she was being lifted up. He was carrying her. Her arms dangled. He carried her into the bathroom, into the shower stall, and set her on the tile floor. She leaned back against the wall. She felt something warm splash against her titties. She opened her eyes.
Tad was pining on her! The warm liquid splashed onto her breasts, trickled down her belly and onto the furry mound of her pussy.
She watched him, a tight smile on her face. He moved closer and aimed the piss directly at her cunt. He chuckled, and she found herself giggling. The shower stall seemed to swirl round and round and she couldn't stop giggling.
From some place far off, she heard his voice -- cutting the air like a knife: "You loved that didn't you, bitch -- all that. Yeah, look at the expression on her face. You loved it, bitch."
He turned the shower water on. It was a shock at first, and she gasped and snapped out of her stupor. But she still sat on the floor while the water soaked her. He grabbed her and carried her back into the bedroom. He dumped her onto the bed. She still felt dizzy and weak.
"Yeah, you loved that," he whispered hotly at her ear. "You love me so you loved that. And there'll be more... there'll be others... don't worry. But I want you to go to sleep stop."
He pulled his cock roughly from the tight grip of her anus. She fell flat onto the bed again. Brief darkness. Or was it brief? She awoke to the feel of something huge in her pussy. She was on her back, her legs resting on his shoulders. His cruel blue eyes glared down at her. He was fucking her with a long thick dildo attached to his dick.
"Oh," she moaned. "Ohhhhhh!"
"Like that?" he panted. "Ever had anything that big in your pussy before?"
The dildo was at least twelve inches long. And he fucked it into her hard, fast, deep. She tried to claw the air with her hands. But she discovered that her arms were tied behind her back, bound at the wrists.
She was too weak to even try to move. The hot palms of his hands pressed down hard on her heaving breasts. Strange sounds escaped from her dry throat. She could not speak, could not cry out. Ted's laughter was deep, lusty.
He fucked the huge dildo into her. She gasped, her throat growing tighter, the blood rushing to her face. And Ted laughed louder, pumping the dildo into her pussy harder.
Darkness swept over her again. For how long? Dimly she was aware that Ted's cock was fucking her in the regular way. She whispered his name -- tenderly?
He slapped her across the face, laughed, then now... "Drink this."
And she drank again -- this time it was straight gin, right from the bottle.
She opened her eyes. The room was hot, bathed in sunshine. She ached all over. She closed her eyes again. Then she remembered the horrible dream. Slowly the knowledge came to her that it hadn't been a dream. She moaned.
At last she found the strength to sit up in bed. She was alone. She saw the note on the bedside table.
How'd you like the wedding night?
That was all the note said. She shuddered. She moved like a sleepwalker... taking aspirin... drinking three big glasses of water.
When she finished bathing, she examined her body in the full-length mirror.
Her body was net as marked up as she feared it would be. Ted perhaps knew how to avoid inflicting long lasting marks. There was no evidence that a belt had been used on her back and buttocks. There were a couple of hickeys on her throat. And she noticed a thin red stripe on each of her tits. But those would no doubt fade in a day or two.
The ringing of the phone startled her. She answered it. She knew who it would be.
"Hello, sweetheart," Ted said. The tone was teasing, he was laughing at her.
She heard traffic noises in the background. He was phoning from, a booth. It must be noon already and he was on his lunch hour.
"I wake you up?"
"No... Stay away from me."
He laughed. She started to hang up, but she couldn't seem to find the strength.
"I've got a hard-on just thinking about last night," he said. "Be ready for me when I get home. Maybe we won't even bother to stop for dinner."
Fierce anger brought her to life. She trembled. But rage made her bold.
"I won't be here," she said, her voice amazingly controlled. "You can have the furniture -- everything. None of it was really mine anyway."
"You'll be there," he said, self-assured.
"Good-bye, Ted!"
She packed quietly. She only had forty dollars. But that was more than enough to buy a ticket to San Francisco.
Sue lived in San Francisco. She had married a guy named David Mason. She'd written Janet several times, inviting her to stay with them, explaining that they had plenty of room. Janet would stay with Sue and David til she found a job.
Chapter Two
Sue was as beautiful as Janet remembered her. She lived in a big two story house. She met Janet at the door stark naked. Janet wondered if she had interrupted Sue and David making love. But Sue explained airily that she and David were nudists and that David was at work. Four other people lived in the house -- two lesbians who were dancers on North Beach, and a young hippie couple.
Sue got the whole story out of Janet. It was such a relief to talk about it. But all the time she talked Janet could not keep her eyes from straying over the perfect beauty of Sue's body -- the voluptuous curves, the full breasts, the dark tangled hairs of Sue's pussy. Their eyes met.
"Darling..." Sue's voice was husky, compelling. She spread her legs. "Won't you? Darling? Like old times?"
She sat in a beanbag chair. Mesmerized, Janet scooted over on her knees to Sue. Her eyes did not stray from between Sue's long shapely legs. She placed a hand on each of Sue's knees. And she dipped her head down, extending her tongue to lap at the downy cunthairs.
She heard Sue's long sigh.
With slow thoroughness she tongue-bathed the furry hot box until she tasted the spicy, womanly juices from deep inside her succulent cunt. She fingered Sue's pussy lips. Then she pried them apart. Sue's clitoris twitched excitedly. It was larger than Janet's. And the inner cuntlips were larger too.
She nudged Sue's clit. Then slowly she moved the tip of her tongue around the pink pussy lips.
Sue sighed heavily again and whispered, "Darling."
Janet's pussy burned and she knew that her panties were damp with her juices. Sue's hand tried to dig inside Janet's blouse.
"Get undressed, darling," Sue whispered. "Shall I undress you?"
"It's all right?" Janet asked breathlessly. "I mean..."
"We're the only two people in the world," Sue answered.
Sue made no effort remove from where she sat in the beanbag chair. So Janet stood and slowly undressed for her. Sue moaned appreciatively when Janet exposed the creamy mounds of her breasts to her.
Sue's awe-inspired eyes traveled over each inch of Janet's exposed flesh. Janet's tits were hard, rigid. Her cunt dripped with hot juices.
Weakly she sank down onto the mat. In seconds Sue was with her, lying atop her. Their cunts ground together. Sue's cunthairs were sticky and stiff now excitingly prickly.
Sue dipped her head down and sucked on one of Janet's pointed pink tits, as if she had been hungry for them ever since Janet exposed those big boobs to her. She fondled the other big breast while she sucked at the tit. Janet's body tingled from head to toe.
She felt Sue's long black hair glide down her torso, felt the busy tongue on her smooth flesh, working slowly, slowly -- down. The tongue swirled around her belly button. Janet's hands clawed at the air. God, if Sue's lips didn't reach her pussy soon she would have to plunge her own finger into it.
"Ah!" she sighed heavily with relief when she felt Sue's mouth on her cunt mound.
Sue munched delicately at Janet's pussy. She pried the lips apart and slid her tongue straight up the tapering hale. Janet squealed and she was sure she could be heard all over the house. Sue's tongue licked her clit.
Janet's head rolled from side to side. She pinched her tits, squealing, giggling.
"Give me your pussy!" Janet cried out in a strangled raspy tone.
Next thing she knew she was staring up at Sue's black muff. It lowered to within reach of her tongue. Sue had turned atop her to the sixty-nine position. Her face had already lowered to Janet's cunt again.
Janet felt, smelled, the hot female juices. Her tongue pried apart Sue's cunt-crack until the gooey, blood-swollen lips were turned back, revealing the shiny pink insides. Juices flowed across Janet's tongue, warm and spicy. She sucked, savoring the rich flavor. The membranes were slick beneath her tongue. And oozing with rich sap.
Janet's lips smacked. The savory cuntjuice flowed on Janet's lips.
She heard the muffled moan between her legs. God, Sue was coming! She felt the body convulse.
She grabbed hold of Sue's quivering, silken buttocks, pulling her down so that Sue's cunt was flat against her face. Her tongue speared deeper into Sue's oozing pussy.
Sue's moans were deep, fierce. And she passionately lapped at the slit of Janet's box which Sue's quivering fingers pried wide apart. Her saliva dripped onto the sticky cunthairs.
With a new surge of strength Janet squeezed Sue's buttocks harder, pulling her cunt even tighter to her mouth. She lapped up succulent juices as deep as her tongue could dig. She tongue-fucked.
She began to giggle hysterically -- her saliva dripping tongue still busy at Janet's oozing box. The giggles became a piercing scream. And she opened her mouth wide and clamped it around the bushy mound, biting the meaty flesh gently. Her pussylips constricted, imprisoning Janet's sharp tongue deep in her pulsating, gushy hole.
Then with a heavy sigh she opened her legs and freed Janet's tongue to lap richer juices. And dug her tongue deep into Janet's tapering hole.
Janet held tight to Sue's silken buttocks and moved her hips wildly up and down. She felt Sue's sharp tongue dig deeply between the clinging walls of her dripping cunt with each upward thrust of her hips.
Her vision began to cloud. The taste, the smell of Sue's cunt was richer than ever. She squealed. Sue was sucking, eating her dry. The syrupy juices flooded Janet's throat. Her nostrils flared from the delicious, overpowering smell of pussy.
She moved her hips faster up and down. No, she wasn't dry yet! She felt fresh juices flow, bathing Sue's fierce tongue, feeding Sue's hungry mouth.
The orgasm was endless. She bucked her hips up and down harder, faster, crying out again and again around the sticky hairy mound flat against her face.
Her tense cries became soft little whimpers. Her blood flowed more slowly. Sue's tongue was warm and relaxed now, swirling gently around Janet's cunt mound.
For another long moment Janet held her lips clamped to Sue's pussy, gently stroking her smooth shapely ass. Juices, mingled with saliva, trickled from her lips.
Suddenly she became aware that someone else was in the room. She tensed only for a moment then relaxed again. So what if they were being watched.
Sue rolled away. Janet closed her eyes and ran her tongue across her lips, licking off the sticky drippings that clung there. She opened her eyes again. Sue was stretching like a lazy, contented cat.
"Hello, David," Sue said, yawning. "How long've you been standing there?"
"Long enough to get a bone on," a thick masculine voice answered.
Janet looked at him. He was quite handsome. He wore a crumpled-looking corduroy suit.
"You can save that bone-on for later," Sue said. "Party's over."
David shrugged.
"I take it you're Janet," he said, giving Janet's body a careful scrutiny.
"Yes," Janet said weakly. She tore her eyes from that bulge at David's crotch.
"Glad to meet you, Janet," he said and winked. I don't have to worry that I'll ever become a dike, Janet thought. I dig that male meat too much. That was confirmed in her mind again when she met the other inhabitants of the house. All of them were very casual in their nudity: the two lesbian dancers -- tall, stately blonde Stella, and her dark-haired lover, Irene. But it was Kris, the male half of the young couple, who made Janet's pussy itch. He was bearded, tall and thin -- almost too thin. His cock was enormous, and looked even bigger because of his thinness. It bobbed as he, walked. And he looked at Janet with interest, despite the fact that his blonde girl friend held tight to his arm.
She had dinner that night with Sue and David in a place that served natural foods.
"What kind of job are you looking for?" David asked.
"Anything I can get." Janet thought dolefully that three years of college as an English major hadn't prepared her for much.
"Too bad you can't type or something," David said.
"Oh I can type pretty well," Janet said. "But I can't take dictation."
"You could pick that up in night school in a few weeks," David told her. "If you're determined to be an office drudge."
"I have to get a job."
"You could stay on with us," Sue said. "You could go to that commune with us. We get by with part-time jobs without selling our souls."
Janet shuddered at the thought of staying with them permanently.
"Janet doesn't dig our life-style, honey," David said.
"I'd just rather be on my own," Janet said weakly.
They went back home. The large front room was crowded with nearly a dozen people, most of them nude, all of them a little dazed-looking. They sat around cross-legged on the floor. A pimply-faced girl played the guitar and sang.
It was after two o'clock by the time everybody finally cleared out. And Janet wanted to get up early the next morning and go job hunting.
David was naked. He had the compact body of a swimmer. His cock has half-hard. In anticipation of sex with Sue? Or would Janet be included? She'd never been in a threesome before. She found the idea exciting. She lay naked on the mat. Janet had been one of the few to remain fully clothed all during the party and she was still fully clothed.
"The way you were necking with Gail I thought you'd go home with her tonight," Sue said to David.
"What? And miss out on something great here?" David answered.
"I was just kidding." Sue laughed. "I knew you wouldn't leave. Poor Gail!"
"Shall we tear Janet's clothes off and defile her beauteous body?" David said.
"Let's have no talk about defilement," Sue said, looking up on the brief dark look that passed across Janet's face.
"Them just plain old wild sex," David said.
He was standing close to Janet, naked, hard-cocked. And she was fully clothed. Suddenly his big warm hand was inside her blouse. She wasn't wearing a bra. She felt his hand caress one of her tits.
"Ummm," he muttered.
Janet gasped and surrendered to the delicious feel of his hand manipulating her breast. He pinched gently at the big nipple. It was already hard and it grew more rigid and pointed.
Janet sighed as the two of them undressed... undressed her slowly... sighing with delight as each glorious part was stripped to their view.
Her pussy felt warm and damp. Their warm hands traveled over her full, uplifted titties, traveled the curves of her hips, the rounded pert buttocks.
She felt David's tongue slide down her flat belly... slide down to trace the furry outline around her cunt mound.
"Oh!" she gasped. David was down on his knees, lapping at her cunt.
She arched her back, thrusting her pelvis forward, feeding her cunt to David's hot mouth. Her tits rose higher. And Sue got her mouth onto one of the big taut red tits and began sucking it.
With hot anxious fingers David pried apart her pussy lips and speared his tongue way up the tapering cunthole. The sensation was so overwhelming that Janet nearly toppled backwards. But David moved his hands back to grasp her silken buns. And Sue held one hand fast at her back, so that Janet could relax to the fantastic feel of David's pussy-eating mouth and Sue's expert sucking at her tits.
David worked his tongue deep, ate, sucked with obvious intense pleasure. Oh God... could he ever eat pussy! She began to squeal. David grasped her buttocks harder, puffing her cunt tighter against his face.
Sue grabbed hold of one of Janet's hands and guided it to her pussy. She pushed a finger into her cunthole, felt it bathe in Sue's pussy-juices. Sue sucked harder on her tit. David ate deeper into her pussy.
Janet cried out, fell limply backwards. She bathed David's lips with her pussy-juice. She heard him grunt with satisfaction. He looked up at her. His lips were sticky. His eyes sparkled.
Janet's finger slipped from Sue's pussy as she let herself be led towards the mat. They sank down onto it. She felt their hot breaths on her flushed, alive body. They began exchanging kisses. And then for a few minutes their bodies were all tangled up and she sucked cock and pussy indiscriminately, feeling first Sue's then David's mouth at her cunt. They tongue-bathed her -- licking every part, rolling her over to lick at her ass, taking turns to lick the anus. Then she was on her back again and each of them sucked her breasts. Sue fingered her cunt. David's strong hand rubbed the inside of her thigh. She fondled David's cock, her pussy aching for the feel of it inside her. She tickled his balls.
He rolled over onto her and slid his dick deep into her cunt. He dug his hands beneath her buttocks, puffing her up, dick buried in her to the balls. She thrust her pelvis upwards. David's hips rolled, his cock buried in her to the hilt, his fingers digging into her buttocks. He pulled his cock out to the deep ridge of his cockhead. Sue began licking at the exposed cockshaft. She slid her tongue along the cockshaft to where Janet's cuntlips clung to the head of his throbbing dick. Her lips gnawed at Janet's tangled cunthairs.
David lifted Janet high off the mat again, his cock diving into her pussy until every throbbing inch was buried. Sue got beneath her, tonguing at her ass and along the tender flesh that separated ass-hole from pussy.
David fucked her at a nice and easy tempo. Sue got out from beneath her and began chewing at one of her tits. She took hold of one of Janet's hands and again moved, it to her cunt. Janet finger-fucked Sue while feeling David's meat driving in and out of her.
David's breathing got deeper, faster, his moans ragged. His whole body quivered when he shot his juice into her. Janet's vaginal muscles kept contracting around his meat, draining all the cum from him. He sighed heavily.
"Enough!" he said with a helpless little laugh as he pulled his dripping cock out of her pussy.
Janet whimpered in frustration. But Sue's mouth was on her cunt at once, sucking put all the cum David had shot there, lapping up the juices that flowed from Janet's cunt-walls. And she flopped around to feed Janet her pussy too. David watched as the two women ate each other. They made delicious succulent noises as they sucked and tongued each other's pussy.
Janet could see that David had begun to beat his meat. Then her body began to tingle with orgasm and she became engrossed in Sue's cunt. With muffled squeals they shot off simultaneously.
David had a massive hard-on. He took his hand away from his cock to show it to Janet. It bobbed heavily. Janet got onto her knees, staring at the shiny head. Voraciously her lips moved down onto the hot stiff meat to the root. Sue got in back of her husband, pried his buttocks apart and began tonguing his anus.
"Jee-sus!" David gasped.
"He's hot as a pistol," Janet heard Sue's husky voice. Janet's lips were right down to the root of David's cock, her nose poked into the pubes. "What say we take advantage of it, Janet honey. When he's like this, he's the best pussy-eater in the world!"
Janet chuckled, the cock down her throat. She moved her lips up to the tip, tonguing the shaft along the way. She could feel David's body shiver.
"Well get back to going this later," Sue said. "What d'ya say, tiger?" She kissed one of David's ass-cheeks.
"Okay gals, it's a deal," David said thickly.
Giggling like a high-school girl, Janet fell back onto the mat. And Sue fell down beside her. Janet's left leg became entangled with Sue's right one. Both women arched their backs -- offering up their hot boxes to David's eager lips and tongue.
His face dove down onto Janet's pussy first. His tongue speared deep into her into her hole, licking her clit en route. He sucked and kept swirling his tongue around in the juicy inside. She could feel Sue's hot body writhing, her heated pussy aching for some of the same action.
David pressed his face against his wife's succulent cunt. Janet lay whimpering softly until she felt his wonderful tongue in her pussy again... felt his munching, pussy-eating lips.
"Eat it, lover!" Sue husked. "Now mine, lover!"
David's face moved fast from cunt to cunt -- hot lips and tongue lapping, sucking, munching. Janet climaxed. And she was able to ready herself for another one while David deftly took good care of his wife. The hot-boxed women flooded his mouth with their sticky, delicious pussy-juices.
And he started all over again, face flying fast from cunt to cunt... pussy-eating each in turn. His chin dripped with their juices. He kissed his wife passionately. And she licked away the pussy-juice from his chin.
"Remember your promise," he said thickly.
"Sure thing, lover," Sue said. "Come on, Janet. Let's take care of this man."
It seemed to Janet that David's cock was hotter and stiffer than ever when she took it back into her mouth. It seemed to throb against the sides of her throat when she buried it deep. Sue was back there again, tonguing his anus, sucking and licking. His moans were wild and ragged. Janet fucked fast and deep on his dick. But as he built towards climax, she held back and teased him with just a feathery touch of her tongue. Sue lapped lightly at his asshole, glided her tongue along the thick cord behind his scrotum.
"Ohhhh." David's moan was intense, drawn-out. Such sweet torture -- the women's tongue delaying the explosion a few moments more. "Oh Jesus. Jesus. Jesus!"
Janet licked away the sticky pre-cum at the slit of the head. She tongued ever so lightly, just the tip of her tongue at the sensitive area behind the head. Sue traced a circle with her tongue around his puckered anus. David moaned. The two women chuckled. Their tongues worked him to an even more frenzied pitch. He could no longer stand many more seconds of the tantalizing tongues that would not allow the hot flow of release. His body trembled.
Sue dug her tongue deep into his anus and swirled it around.
Janet sucked down to the base of his cock. She heard his ragged pap. She quickly worked her lip back up to the head, swirling her tongue around the shaft. Then to the root spin. His cock began to swell. David cried out. His wife was spearing her tongue in his anus. Janet's tongue swirled around his cockshaft. He cried out again.
Janet felt heavy spurts of cum strike the back of her throat. She sucked him dry while Sue's tongue worked in little circles just inside his puckered anus.
"Jesus," David whispered.
Then they were still.
Chapter Three
Janet was dead on her feet when she came in from job hunting next day. She had filled out an endless number of application blanks.
David and Sue tried to talk her into going to a party with them. But Janet insisted on staying home and going to bed early. She fell into a heavy sleep shortly after nine. But sometime during the night she awoke to a pleasant sensation. The room was dark, but she was aware of David and Sue working on her cunt.
When she came, she sighed softly and turned over onto her side. She was dimly aware that Sue and David were making love, and she sighed again contentedly and dropped back into the black, heavy sleep.
Harry Owens was a fleshy, pleasant middle-aged man with short-cropped hair and horn-rimmed glasses. He was the Personnel Manager for Adams and Carpenter, Public Relations -- Advertising -- Publicity -- Promotions. Janet had been referred to him by the first employment office she had visited that second morning of job hunting.
He gave Janet a brief battery of tests and told her to check back after lunch for the results.
When she returned at one o'clock, Harry Owens stood up to shake her hand.
"Can you be ready to start work Monday morning in the typing pool?"
"I could, begin tomorrow morning," Janet said breathlessly.
"Monday will be quite soon enough," Owens said with a satisfied chuckle.
David and Sue were gone when Janet woke up Saturday morning.
She lazed around all morning, relishing the peace and quiet. Stella and Irene, the two lesbian dancers, came downstairs around two o'clock. Janet sat at the kitchen table while they stirred up some food. They were both naked as usual and Janet admired their fine, firm bodies. But she felt no passion for either of them.
Stella made a pass at her which Janet good-naturedly rebuffed. Stella wasn't offended and Irene didn't seem to mind that the pass had been made in front of her. Maybe Stella meant it to be a threesome.
When Janet was alone again, Kris ambled into the room. He, too, was naked as usual.
"Hi ya," he said.
Janet looked up at him and said, hello. It was the first time she had ever seen him without Betsy hanging onto his arm. She watched as he walked over to the cabinet, his big cock bobbing back and forth. Christ, that cock of his was at least nine inches long, and thick.
He found a half-empty bottle of red wine in the cabinet and a glass.
"Want some?" he asked.
She tore her eyes from his cock and looked up at his face. She noted that he had beautiful brown eyes.
"Thanks."
He held out the glass to her. He got another glass for himself. He leaned against the sink.
"Where's Betsy?" Janet asked.
"She's at some kind of protest or something. She's just a kid but she's very political."
"She's older than you are, isn't she?" Janet smiled.
"She's eighteen. I'm twenty." He stared at her a moment, or rather studied her, until Janet felt uncomfortable. "You like to give head?" he asked.
"What?"
"Would you suck my cock?" he asked politely in the same tone of voice he might use to say, "would you please pass the salt."
He stepped towards her before Janet could answer. The tip of his cockhead peeked out from the sheath of foreskin. Janet could not resist reaching out to touch his big dick. It stirred quickly to life. She wrapped her fingers around the shaft and felt the slow swelling in the palm of her hand.
She toyed with his low-hanging balls. Delicately, with the tips of her fingers, she eased the foreskin back to uncover the thick head. She flicked her tongue around the glans. She sucked the glans into her mouth and caressed the rubbery flesh with tight-pressing lips.
Her tantalizing fingers tickled his big balls which had begun to grow tight. He took one step closer, pushing his cock into her mouth. She let her throat muscles relax completely as he cased the throbbing shaft of her throat. He buried it in her to the balls. She felt it pulsate against the walls of her mouth.
She became passive and let him mouth fuck her with delicious lingering slowness. Slick, savory cockmeat slid back and forth down her throat -- out again to the corona and in to the balls again. Cockmeat had never tasted so good.
He ceased the movements for, a moment. Keeping his cock buried deep to the balls, he reached into her gown and cupped one of her breasts. She felt the vibration of his dick, deep down her throat, felt the trickle of pre-coital juices. She eased her mouth up the long length of cock to the tip of the head. Sticky drippings oozed from the big slit. She licked them away, relishing the spicy taste.
His hot hand squeezed harder at her breast, and she managed to get out of her robe, holding just the heavy cockhead between her lips. He took his cock from her just long enough to help her pull her gown up and over her head.
She whimpered softly, staring at his robust cock. God, it must weigh almost as much as Kris' skinny body did! She gobbled it hungrily back into her mouth. He hunched down to squeeze her breasts, pinch her tits.
She moved her head vigorously back and forth, sucking strongly at every inch of dick-meat, swirling her tongue around the swollen shaft on the downward plunges of her saliva-dripping mouth. She paused to bathe the thick rubbery cockhead with spit and to lick away the fresh sticky juices that dripped from, the big slit.
She began fingering her cunt while she sucked. She heard his approving moan and knew he was watching with lusty interest as she dug two fingers between the slippery folds of cuntflesh and began finger-fucking herself.
He began moving his hips again -- fucking her in the mouth, faster, harder than before. His huge, sperm-filled balls slapped against her chin.
"Oh!" he cried, as she felt spurt after spurt of his hot cum strike the back of her throat. She swallowed part of it and savored the rest of it, holding it in her mouth while her fingers worked frenziedly in the gushy depths of her pussy.
"Ummm, yeah," he said hoarsely. "Get yourself off, babe."
He rolled his hips and she felt his heavy cock swirl around, still buried deep in her throat. She squealed around it as pussy-juice bathed her two fingers. Her lips clung to his meat, never wanting to let it go. She whimpered softly around his cock as it slowly contracted. It was still semi-hard and felt so fantastic in her mouth -- slick, juicy, rubbery and flexible. She felt his rubbery dick flop back and forth against the walls of her throat. Her shrill little whimper was a plea for him not to take his meat from her mouth.
"Let me have your hand," she heard him say. She started to lift her left hand.
"No, the other one," he said.
She pulled her fingers from her cunt and held her hand up to him. He grabbed hold of it and began licking her sticky fingers. His cock began to firm. It kept expanding in her mouth until she thought her jaws would break. He sucked lustily at her fingers, cleaning them all of the cuntjuice. He smacked his lips, begging for more.
She dug two fingers of her left hand into her pussy and got them soaked with succulent juices. He licked them clean while she sucked his cock which was now stiff and throbbing again. And she finger-fucked herself, first with one hand, then the other, feeding the sticky, juice covered fingers to his mouth.
She sucked deep and strong from head to base on his mammoth cock.
She heard the wild animal grunt that tore from his chest. He laced his fingers behind her head and thrust his dick savagely into her mouth. Violent spurts of cum spewed into her mouth. He held her cock flat against his groin so that her nose was against his pubic hairs. And she could smell the rich odor of cum very keenly.
She plunged two fingers up her cunt. She squealed through a body-shattering orgasm. Then she was down again. And licking at the cum that clung to his dick as he slowly pulled it from her mouth. She lapped off the one remaining droplet of cum that clung to the slit of his cockhead.
"Best head a chick ever gave me," Kris said later, pouting more wine.
"Well, I'm a woman of experience," Janet said. "You're not much older'n me."
"I guess not. Maybe a couple of years."
"Betsy's going back home in a couple of days," Kris said. "How'd you like to be my old lady?"
Janet chuckled. She saw his hurt look. "I'm sorry, Kris," she said. "But I'll be moving out soon too, I have a job."
"Yeah. Sue told me. How come you wanna go that route?"
"It's what I want."
"Yeah. Well, how 'bout we shack up together just till you move out?"
"As long as you understand..."
"No sweat," Kris said. "We'll see," Janet smiled.
Chapter Four
Monday morning, promptly at eight-thirty, Harry Owens introduced Janet to the office manager -- a skinny woman in her thirties named Miss Blake. She had a horsey face, wore a seven dark suit and her thin mouse-colored hair was tied in a bus. She smiled in a friendly way, revealing big teeth. Janet felt wary of her without quite knowing why.
Miss Blake introduced her to some of the other girls in the typing pool and put her to work, typing reports from the Public Relations department which Janet didn't understand at all.
Miss Blake looked over her shoulders a few times, muttered, "Fine, fine," then moved on. Janet discovered that her neck was stiff by the time the coffee-cart came around at ten.
Several junior copywriters came out from behind their frosted glass cubby-holes to select rolls or doughnuts from the cart. All of them were men.
"You're the new girl," one of the copywriters said. "My name's Dee McGuire."
"Janet -- uh, Sullivan," Janet said, giving him her maiden name.
Dee sat on Janet's desk, sipping coffee from a paper cup. He was attractive, maybe thirty years old.
"I'm not married," he said.
"How'd you know I was checking you over for a wedding ring?" Janet laughed.
"How 'bout having lunch with me?"
"Fast worker."
"Have to be in this place. Somebody else would beat me to it. How 'bout it?"
"Sure, why not."
During lunch Dee McGuire seemed honest, straight-forward. And he wasn't overbearing -- despite his moving in on her so fast.
When the three-o'clock coffee cart came around, Janet looked for Dee, thinking he would spend his coffee break at her desk. But he wasn't there.
"He's up in George Anders' office," another typist said. Her name was Amy. Blonde was probably not the natural color of her hair. She was attractively full-bodied. Janet had an uneasy feeling that Amy had been watching her all morning, for some secret reason of her own.
"Pardon?" Janet replied icily.
"Dee McGuire, he's up in George Anders' office. Mr. Anders is an account executive," she said, making it sound like a very important title.
"He sure gave you the rush, didn't he?"
"We had lunch together."
"He gave me the rush too, when I first started working here," Amy said. "But I can't be bothered with Dee McGuire. He'll never be anything but a junior copywriter. I don't think he even wants to be anything else."
"Oh?" Janet wondered why Amy was telling her all this.
"Listen, there's this Jimmy Marks," Amy said, leaning closer to Janet. "A prince of a man. He started here a year after Dee did and he's a chief copywriter and well on the way to being an executive."
"Really?"
"Don't waste your time on Dee," Amy said.
"Like I said, we just had lunch," Janet said, peeved, wondering what business it was of Amy's.
"Do you have a little free time after work?"
"Yes, I guess so."
"Why don't we have a drink together?"
"Well..." Janet hesitated. She wasn't sure she liked Amy. But she couldn't think of anyway to get out of it. "All right. I guess I'll have time for just one drink."
They went to a large crowded bar on the corner from where they worked. Janet recognized some of the girls from the typing pool as well as some of the copywriters.
She was also surprised to see horse-faced Miss Blake sitting lonely at the end of the bar. She'd hardly thought Miss Blake was the bar-type. She waved at her and Miss Blake waved back, giving Janet her wide toothy smile.
"That ugly old queer," Amy said spitefully. "She seems awfully nice," Janet said. "Gotta watch out for her. She's always goosing the girls. Mr. Carpenter surely knows about her. I don't know why he keeps her on."
"What kind of man is Mr. Carpenter?"
"He's very handsome for an older man. And very down to earth and friendly. Not at all like a big executive. I had a nice talk with him recently at a party. Never met Mr. Adams though."
"Really?" Janet said, wide-eyed. "You were at a party with the head of..."
"Oh yes," Amy said off-handedly. "Oh, there's Jimmy Marks now. He wants to meet you."
A handsome, dark-haired man dressed in an expensive-looking suit was walking towards theft table.
"You're right, Amy. She's a knock-out," Jimmy said, taking Janet's hand, not waiting for Amy to introduce them.
"I've got to get goin'," Amy said.
Amy was gone and Jimmy Marks was sitting at the table with Janet almost before she knew what was happening.
"Are you ready for another drink?" Jimmy asked, still holding her hand.
"No thanks," Janet replied. "I have to get going, too."
"Oh, but we're having dinner together," Jimmy said, squeezing her hand, a twinkle in his eyes.
"Oh, but we're not," Janet answered frostily.
"You have another date?"
"No." Janet stood up, a tight little smile on her lips. "But I'm not having dinner with you."
He looked crushed, as if no woman had ever been able to resist him before.
She saw Jimmy a couple of times during that week as he hurried past her desk on his way to his office. He rushed by without speaking or even looking at her.
She had lunch daily with Dee McGuire. He was such pleasant company. She pictured him as her lover and decided it would be nice. But Dee never asked her for a date except for lunch.
She became friendly with another girl in the office. She was a sweet shy girl of twenty who had been with the company for six months. Her name was Linda. She shared an apartment with two other girls and asked Janet if she would like to move in too. But Janet wanted her privacy. She could hardly wait to get hex own place.
During that week, out at Sue and David's, Janet supposed she had become Kris' temporary chick. Betsy was away. And Janet spent her night with Kris.
His big cock fitted her pussy just fine. But he himself was not fulfilling. He was an insatiable lover though. Sometimes he fell asleep with his cock still in her -- the long thick shaft grown soft, but the big meaty head buried deep in her cunt.
And just before dawn they would wake up and he would begin moving his hips slowly, his cock stiffening, the head diving deeper into her. And he would fuck her slowly until the room was bathed with light. Then he would tower over her, fucking hard, his huge balls slapping against her asshole... fucking her till she screamed in orgasm and fucking her beyond that. But what future could there be with him? He had no ambition. All he was interested, as he told her was, "Balling, pot, and a little vino."
On Friday at noon she looked up from her typewriter to see Jimmy Marks standing there. She'd expected it to be Dee. The surprise showed op her face.
"Dee -- had to go out of town," Jimmy told her. "To a factory down the coast to take notes on some new product."
"Oh?"
"Would you give me another chance?" he asked. "I'm sorry I was so overbearing the other day."
Janet was taken aback by this new manner of his.
"Would you have lunch with me?" he asked. He smiled at her. And she could not help but smile back.
"All right," she said, putting the cover on her typewriter.
She was aware of Amy's eyes on them as they left the office.
They went to his apartment in a taxi. Janet was sure he would take her to his apartment. Food was not on his mind. Nor on hers either by the time they reached their destination.
He sat close to her in the back seat of the cab and she was very aware of his hot male-body. But he acted the part of a perfect gentlemen.
In the apartment he even served her a glass of chilled white wine.
But she saw that bulge at his crotch. And his handsome face and tail body were so exciting. She drank the wine fast.
He better hurry if intends to seduce me, she thought, trembling. He seemed so calm and smooth. She didn't want him to see how flustered she was.
He watched her closely with an amused little grin. She finished off the wine and set the glass on the end-table. Then, whistling softly, he got up and walked over to the other side of the room. With a swift movement he had opened up the wall bed.
"Well," Janet said dryly. "That's honest, anyway."
"Why not," he said. "We both know what we want."
"Exactly," she answered.
That was fine with her. A good purely physical encounter, with no emotional entanglements.
Jimmy began to undress. Janet stood up and began undressing too. It seemed so mechanical. Her ardor began to cool. He stood naked beside the iron bedstead, watching her, waiting for her. His cock began to erect slowly. It was long and slender. He waited for her to come to him and by the time she did his dick was completely stiff. But his face showed no emotion.
I'll make the handsome bastard show some emotion, she thought. Then his arms enfolded her and she was puffy in his hands.
"Hot pussy," he whispered, his breath warm at her ear.
"Yes!"
"You take your pills like a good girl."
"Yes, Goddamn it."
He chuckled. His strong hands stroked the soft silken flesh of her ass. Her big tits crushed against his hard chest. His tongue went deep into her mouth. She felt marvelously suffocated, over powered.
He pulled her down onto the bed atop him.
She felt his hard cock, imprisoned between their bodies, throbbing hotly against her belly. Stiff dick -- male-meat she could not live without!
She lusted for him, had to have him, but he was simply a man to her.
And somehow that made her feel safer with him. She could let herself go completely, perform every wild sex act that came into her mind. And afterwards she would not feel bound to him, trapped by love.
She could enjoy sex as much -- more -- as the most potent and passionate man in the world. And after the frenzied act feel as unattached as they.
Her moan around his swirling tongue was deep, intense, sensual, fired by the vigorous sense of power that swept through her hot flesh. And fired by the delicious feel of the muscled male body beneath her, the hard pulsating cock against her flat belly.
She pulled away from him. She began showering his body with kisses -- his neck, his hairy chest. She sucked on his nipple.
"Hey!" he said, laughing softly. "Hey!"
She sucked deeply at the tit, pinched gently at the other one until it was taut, sucked it. He writhed and moaned, his laugh soft and sensual.
Her pussy got warmer. Juice leaked out and onto Jimmy's thigh. He squirmed beneath her. She moved her lips from his nipples, leaving him wanting more.
She let him feel her hard, pointed tits on his chest as she glided her head down. His twitching cock pointed upwards at the ceiling. She gazed at it hungrily. She licked teasingly at the slit.
She saw the thin streak of her pussyjuice on his thigh and she lapped it up. She nipped gently at the inside of his thigh. She could feel the heat of his burning, throbbing prick at the side of her face.
"Goddamn it," he whispered fiercely.
Clutching her hair, he forced her face to his cockmeat. She went down on his cock to the balls. And she heard his loud sigh. She slid her mouth up and down, lips caressing snugly the slick cock-flesh.
She felt the shaft begin to expand.
"Take it easy," he warned.
Delicately she licked any the fresh flow of pre-cum at the slit.
"Flop around," he said hoarsely. "Lot's do a sixty-nine."
Ardently she complied, hungry for his cock, yet careful not to get him off too son. He pressed his handsome face against her juicy cunt. She licked at his balls. Cautiously she took one of the balls into her mouth and sucked gently.
With the tips of her fingers she delicately tickled the dark hairs between the cheeks of his ass. She felt his tongue probe into her pussy. She felt him lick her clit over and over -- tongue swirling and darting and nudging her clit.
She moaned around the hairy ball sac. She cork screwed her finger into his anus.
"Ohhhhh," she moaned. He was licking the juice from her dripping cuntwalls.
She rolled from her side till she was on top of him. His mouth was on her pussy mound. Gently he chewed at the meaty tender flesh. He sucked at her hot pussy till she was wild.
He lifted his legs, brought his knees down to his chest. Janet licked at his scrotum. She heard the slurping noises his mouth made feasting at her cunt. She parted his buttocks. The hair between the cheeks was softer than the coiled-hair that grew on his chest -- furry. She ran her tongue up and down the crack. It smelled clean, masculine, spicy.
She pushed her tongue inside his asshole, swirled it around. She could feel his body shudder with electric pleasure. He ate and tongued her pussy more fervently.
He ate pussy. She licked asshole. And they loved every frenzied second of it.
She was keenly aware that his cock was waiting for her hungry mouth -- twitching, full, hotter than ever after the passionate rim job she was giving him.
She felt that wonderfully familiar frenzy building inside her and she let it go, pressing her lips tight against his anus. She gave a muffled squeal and heard his guttural moan as her cuntjuice flooded his face.
She felt limp and spent for a moment and kept her mouth pressed against his asshole. Then she slid her tongue up his balls, up the underside of his long slender cock. When she reached the cockhead, he flattened his legs onto the bed. And she dove her lips down on the stiff dick.
She showed him what an expert at sucking cock she was.
Her hot tongue coiled around the staff from the base up to the head. Slowly, but at an even pace, she worked her lips and swirling tongue up and down the slick cockflesh. And he munched her cunt, delicately at first, then slowly built to a fervor -- slurping, sucking loudly, tongue lapping deep into her dripping pussy.
Her body tingled again. She sucked his cock faster, wanting to taste his cum before she again rocked in feverish orgasm. He moaned around her cunt mound, bit gently into the meaty flesh. A heavy spurt of hot cockjuice struck the back of her throat. She savored it, squealing softly around his expanded, throbbing dick.
He began mooning and laughing softly, rolling his head from side to side, his face wallowing in her juicy pussy. And another spurt of his cum joined the first one at the back of her throat. She swallowed all the warm delicious fluid.
He buried his face in her snatch, keeping his cock in her throat. She felt it go slowly soft.
She turned round to lay at his side. Pussy juice dripped from his chin. With a husky laugh she licked it off. He grabbed hold of her and kissed her lips hard, his tongue fencing with hers to savor the juice she had licked from his chin.
Without a word he got up and padded out of the room, on his way, she supposed, to the bathroom. She sat up, waiting, not bothering to full the covers up over her.
In a few minutes he was back. He paused to ogle her nakedness.
"You've got a damn nice body."
"So do you," she answered.
He got onto the bed, snuggled up to her. She rested her head on his shoulder.
"How'd you like to spend all your noon hours like this?" he said softly.
"Ummmmm. Lovely."
"Well, nearly all. And not necessarily with me," he said.
She stiffened. "What are you getting at?"
"You've got a nice body," he said. "Use it."
"I do. All the time."
"But only for pleasure," he said.
"How else?"
"For profit."
"What's on your mind?" she said.
"Terrific set of boobs," he said, idly fondling them.
"Tell me," she said impatiently.
"George Anders would like to be where I am right now."
"Who the hell's George Anders? Oh yeah, one of the executives."
"Right." He pinched her tit tenderly. "What about him?" she asked.
"George Anders has a male secretary who has an assistant. The assistant is quitting next week to get married. So the job is open."
"I see," Janet said. "If I do a nice favor for George Anders, he'll see I get the job."
"Why not?" He was rolling her stiff nipples between thumbs and forefingers. "George isn't a bad guy. He's no slob. But he has to be discreet. And I've got an apartment close to work."
"Uh-huh, and what do you get out of it?"
"I'll be doing him a favor. He'll owe me."
"I see."
"How about it? How about noon Monday?"
"Thanks for the tip. Maybe I'll put him off for now. Maybe later, when I get my own place, then I won't need you to arrange it."
"Don't want to be indebted to me, oh?"
"Nor to anybody else. Especially to any man."
"You women libbers are dikes anyway..." He took his hands from her titties.
"I'm neither," she said.
"You're forgetting one thing," he said petulantly.
"If you wait, the job will be filled."
"Hey, that's right," she said lightly. "I better strike while the iron's hot. See that he's here Monday at twelve-fifteen."
"You serious?"
"Sure I am. Maybe I do need you right now, to get my foot in the door as it were. But the nice thing is, you need me more than I need you."
"Cold bitch."
"Cold?" she teased. She took his hand and placed it on her warm cunt.
"Cold out of the sack. Hot in. The most dangerous kind," Jimmy said.
"Fuck me," Janet said.
Chapter Five
She woke up late Saturday morning. She was alone on Kris' mat. Kris had left Friday with a pack on his back to spend a few days in the commune.
Often this past week she had awakened him with her tongue on his big dick. This morning she didn't.
She thought about Jimmy Marks. So handsome. But so conceited. And she wouldn't trust him any farther than she could spit, which wasn't far. Terrific in the sack, though. She got an itchy, eager snatch just thinking about that wild fuck he had given her yesterday.
The day passed quickly. She had a date for that night. At first she had been sorry she had accepted it. Stella and Irene insisted that she catch their show over on North Beach. They were leaving town next day with their male dancing partner to work in Las Vegas.
"It won't cost you a thing," Stella had told her. "We'll get you in free and the drinks will be on us. I just can't see you spending Saturday night alone. And Eric would love to meet you -- he's our partner."
She was glad now that she was going. She wore her white pantsuit.
In the club she sat alone at a tiny table. And she was aware of admiring eyes. She enjoyed the show, especially the nude dance with Stella, Irene and their partner, Eric.
Most of the customers in the crowded club were business types with their well-dressed girl friends or wives. Janet almost expected to see someone from work there.
She met Eric and the girls in a nearby hamburger place when the club closed. Eric sat next to her in the booth. He was tall, sinewy, nice-looking. He sat close to her and rubbed his leg against hers. She was pleasantly surprised. For she found him quite desirable. But she had assumed he was gay. For some reason she just naturally assumed all mile dancers were gay.
When she responded to the pressure of his leg, he squeezed her knee then guided her hand to his groin. She cupped the palm of her hand around his big hard-on.
Stella and Irene had an old Volvo. Eric and Janet walked with them to the lot where it was parked.
"Goodnight you two," Eric said when they stood by the car. "Janet and I can walk over to my place. It's only a couple of blocks."
Eric's studio was adequate. Janet noted the big, comfortable-looking double bed. Eric said he'd borrowed it from a friend.
Janet thought it would be nice to sleep on a bed for a change. But as it turned out she didn't even get to have sex on it. Eric stood on a mat that was placed before a wide floor-to-ceiling mirror. And staring entranced at his mirror image he began slowly to undress.
He ignored Janet. He seemed to have forgotten she was there. So she followed his lead and began to undress too. She was naked before he was. Only when he had stripped down to his bikini flesh-colored briefs did he become aware of her again. He smiled at her in the mirror.
"You're very beautiful," he said.
"Are you talking to me or to yourself?" Janet asked teasingly.
"Okay, so I'm an exhibitionist or I wouldn't be dancing bare-assed in that club."
He peeled the bikini briefs down his narrow hips and off. His body was as perfect as any Janet had ever seen. And what a chunk of meat! His cock rose stiff and twitching before him when he stood up straight again after removing those briefs.
"D'you like big ones?" he asked huskily, waving his cock at her in the mirror.
"I like all sizes," Janet said. "Performance is what counts."
"I'd like to dance in public like this," Eric said. "With a hard-on. I did, once, at a private party. I had a hard-on that wouldn't quit. Come here."
Janet stood next to him. He took her hand. His touch was warm. And Janet knew that her body was flushed and warm too.
"We make a nice-looking pair," he said, still speaking into the mirror. He loosened his grip on her hand. "Play with my cock, okay?"
Watching in the mirror, she reached over and wrapped her fingers around his meat and stroked ft slowly. So smooth and hard and hot beneath her touch! He moved his hand to her bushy mound and fingered her cunt. He corkscrewed a finger into her tapering hole, drawing a shuddery moan from her.
"Would you get down on the mat on your knees and elbows?" he asked.
Janet did as he requested, turning her head sideways to look into the mirror. Eric crouched down on the other side of her so that she was between him and the mirror.
"You've got a great-looking ass," he said, stroking her smooth buttocks and still looking at the mirror. "And fantastic boobs," he added. And he caressed one of her low-hanging titties.
His warm hand worked in little circles across each mound of ass.
"Ummm," Janet muttered lazily. "That feels nice."
Eric dipped his head down and his tongue flattened against the crack between her ass-cheeks. He licked up and down the crack. He pulled the cheeks wide apart. His tongue swirled around her asshole and darted inside it.
He worked his tongue across the delicate tissue that separated anus from cunt.
"Ooooo," Janet moaned.
She pulled her legs wider apart so that he could put his tongue into her cunt-hole and lap up the rich sap. His tongue was flat against her crack, swirling into anus, darting into cunt-hole, slurping up pussyjuice.
Just as Janet was about to come, he stopped licking her and crouched down behind her. They both watched in the mirror as his hands molded the smooth melon fullness of her buttocks.
He lifted her ass up a little higher and slid his long thick cock into her cunthole. It was a tight fit and the friction was sensational. He fucked slowly, molding her buttocks, sending shivers of pleasure up Janet's spine.
He squeezed her breasts. He tugged at her nipples.
"Fantastic boobs," he said. "I knew I could make those tits touch the floor."
He milked her breasts with strong sure hands while his cock moved slowly inside her. Her vagina gripped it lightly.
"Better come," he said. "I can't last long in this position."
He moved his hips a little faster. Then he lifted his torso, and digging his fingers into the creamy flesh of her buttocks, he fucked hard and fast. His cock, diving into her cunt, made gushy sucking noises. His thighs slapped at her ass-cheeks, making them quiver.
She could feel her body building towards climax. She was not wildly excited. She was, instead, fascinated. Fascinated by the sight of them in the mirror -- the Adonis driving his big cock back and forth into the sheath of her tightly-clinging cunt. And she, leaning on elbows, shapely ass raised high, dangling boobs, receiving the hot male-meat.
She could not escape the mirror image. Her climax hit her. He grunted with satisfaction when he felt her juices flood his dick. He fucked a little harder, absorbed in his reflection in the mirror. His muscles grew taut. But his face remained impassive, his eyes staring stonily into the mirror.
Janet felt spurt after spurt of hot cum spew against her womb. Her vaginal muscles quivered. He pulled his cock out to the head. Some of his cum dripped onto the mat.
He shoved his cock back into her cunt. Janet wanted him to fuck her again. But she felt his cock slowly soften.
"I'm a pretty potent guy," he said. "But I have to rest a while between bouts."
"Fine. But on the bed, okay?"
"Okay."
Eric got up. He placed his hands on Janet's hips, pressing his thumbs into the creamy flesh of her buttocks. He pulled his cock, still half-hard, out of her pussy. It made an obscene sucking sound when it popped free of her lightly-clinging pussy lips.
They had just taken turns using the bathroom when they heard a loud banging at the door. Eric didn't look at all surprised. He didn't even bother to cover his nakedness before opening the door.
"I've come for my bed."
"You're supposed to have it picked up tomorrow," Eric said.
"I want it tonight."
"Go home and sober up."
"You've got a cunt in there, haven't you?"
"What's it to you?" Eric said coldly. "I told you, me and you are through."
"Oh yeah? We'll see about that."
A middle-aged woman pushed her way into the room. Her clothes were expensive-looking but too small for her buxom figure. Once she had been pretty. But now her face was puffy, her makeup askew, her frosted hair disheveled.
"Just as I thought!" she cried, staring wild-eyed at Janet who stood naked by the bathroom door.
"A slut!"
"Get the hell out of here, Nancy!" Eric said with cold, icy fury.
"Why don't you go back to the gutter where he found you!" Nancy shouted at Janet.
"Out!" Eric said firmly, doubling his fists.
"I'm staying here," Nancy said, marching over to the bed. "I'm staying on this bed. It belongs to me. I paid for it."
She sat resolutely on the edge of the bed, her arms folded across her chest. She looked ridiculous, pathetic, funny. Eric looked at Janet and shrugged.
"I paid for this bed," Nancy said. "And I paid for those damn dancing lessons."
"I'll give you about five seconds to get the hell out of here." Eric raised his voice to her for the first time.
"You can't throw me away like an old used condom," she whimpered.
"I think I better leave," Janet said quietly and walked to wards her clothes.
"Don't go, Janet," Eric said. "This sow's the one's going."
"Don't call me that!"
Eric grabbed her roughly and pulled her up from the bed. "Out," he yelled. "Out!"
"It's my bed!" she whimpered. "Everything in here belongs to me. I'm not leaving."
He hit her hard across the side of the face. She fell back onto the bed.
"Eric!" Janet shouted. "Goddamn it! Leave her alone."
"You're not leaving," Eric said, shaking with the effort to control hit rage. "She is the slob, the sow. Look at her. She's disgusting."
Janet got dressed as quickly as she could. "See darling, she's leaving," Nancy said plaintively. "Please darling, she's leaving. Come to bed with me, darling. Please, darling."
"Don't leave," Eric said to Janet. "When she gets over her crying jag, I'll get her out of here."
"I want to go," Janet said quietly, not looking at him.
"Ill walk you to a cab stand," Eric offered.
"Stay with her," Janet said.
So that's what can happen sometime, Janet thought, walking through the night streets, feeling a little silly now. When you make a fool of yourself over a man. When you let yourself get dumpy and middle-aged and foolish. It could happen to any woman who was not quite clever enough, not quite tough enough.
But not to me, she thought, walking faster and faster. Not to me.
Chapter Six
Monday morning the girls in the typing pool were congratulating Amy. She had just gotten a great assuagement. She was going on tour for one of the companies Carpenter and Adams represented -- demonstrating cosmetics in department stores all own the country.
"I hear you and Jimmy Marks finally hit it off together," Amy said to Janet at coffee break.
"What do you mean, finally?" Janet answered with an amused grin. "I've been here just one week. I call that fast work."
"Don't let any moss grow under your feet," Amy said. "I owe Jimmy for this assignment. He introduced me to the right person, the client in charge of sales."
"Where'd you meet? In bed?"
"So what's wrong with that? It's all a game, honey. Advertising is based on sex, isn't it?"
Janet laughed. "Sounds like something Jimmy Marks might say."
"Exactly," Amy said. "He's the one put me wise. And listen, you're a hell of a lot prettier than me. And smarter. No telling how far you can go."
Just before noon Dee McGuire came by to take her to lunch.
"I'm sorry Dee," she told him. "I have a lunch date today."
He gave her a lingering, disappointed look. "Sure," he said. "Some other time."
"I believe Linda is usually free for lunch," she said.
He gave her a slightly startled look at the suggestion that he should have lunch with Linda. "Oh, that's okay," he said. "I think I know somebody."
Janet took her purse from the bottom drawer.
She patted it affectionately. It contained the keys Jimmy Marks had slipped her earlier that morning -- the street-door key and the apartment key.
She waited there. The inside of the apartment was quiet, except for the muffled sound of traffic. And she wished this were her own place.
She grinned to herself. The wall bed was carefully made up. There was a large open box on the bed with a note. WEAR THIS, the note read. The box contained a see-through black negligee.
She went into the bathroom to put it on. She could see the rosy tips of her nipples poke at the thin material, as if they were about to burst through.
She sat waiting impatiently on the couch. Maybe Anders wasn't coming. He was a married man. A very discreet married man, Jimmy had told her. Maybe he got scared and wouldn't show up.
Just then she heard the buzzer. She got up and crossed the room to push the button that would open the street door. She waited several minutes.
She heard a soft knock at the door. She put a smile on her lips before opening the door.
"Mr. Anders!" she said lightly, as if pleasantly surprised. "Come in."
He was big, beefy, middle-aged. He had thick black hair. There was a hint of jowl.
He stared at her with a stunned expression as he stepped inside. Beads of perspiration glistened on his forehead and upper lip. He was wearing a dull conservative business suit.
"God!" he whispered. He was breathing heavily.
"Mr. Anders," Janet said again, her smile widening.
She thrust her boobs farther out. He made a quick grab for them. But his touch was gentle.
"Please," he said homely. "Call me George."
"George," she said seductively.
He thumbed her pointed tits through the material of her negligee.
"Please excuse me a moment," he said politely.
And he went into the bathroom. Janet arranged herself on the bed. Sitting with her back propped up with pillows, letting the negligee flow open.
He came from the bathroom naked. She rather liked his raw-boned, beefy body. It was a comfortable body, a powerful body, a body to snuggle close to and feel protected. His cock was thick, not too long, half-hard.
He gasped when he saw her, lying atop the covers, her negligee opened, revealing breasts with tits that were stiff with excitement, revealing her cunt that had begun to oil up.
"Ehhhhh!" The sound that tore from his throat was lustful, animal-like, as he rushed towards the bed. He lifted one of her feet to his lips, kissing her toes.
"God," he groaned. "I've worshipped you ever since I saw you for the first time!"
He ran his tongue up her leg, up the inside of her thigh. He clamped his lips around her pussy mound. Janet drew in her breath.
"Oh, yes, yes," she whispered, arching her back. His tongue felt hot and juicy as he busily laved her muff, making it hotter, drawing out the juices. He pulled the pussy-lips apart, dove his tongue in deep, swirling it around her dripping cuntwalls.
His hands shot up to clutch at her titties. And his tongue moved up, up her flat belly. Then she was holding his big, raw-boned body close to her and he was suckling her breasts like a hungry baby at feeding time.
She lifted her legs, her knees bent, legs pulled well apart. Her cuntlips opened wide for his thick cock to enter. He fucked fast and lustily, sweat pouring down the sides of his face. She noted his bloated belly and the way he stuck his tongue out he fucked with all the strength in his big body. She knew he would not last long at such a fast desperate pace. She worked at trying to make it with him. But he was too quick for her. He came with a loud grunt and fell atop her. She felt crushed by his heavy, slick sweaty body. His cock softened quickly and slipped from her cunt. She whimpered with frustration. He rolled away from her.
"Oh God," he said softly.
She lay waiting for him to get up. She wanted him out of the apartment. She wanted to take a cold shower. Oh God, she wanted him to fuck her again so that she could shoot off. He was sitting on the edge of the bed. She touched his broad back with her fingertips.
"Poor Beatrix," he moaned softly. "She's a saint. Why do I do this to her?"
He turned to her. There was no hate in his eyes, only sadness, regret.
"I love her," he said. "My wife. Why do I do this to her?"
He didn't expect an answer. Janet waited for him to leave or to burst into tears.
"What if she should find out what I've done?" he said.
"She won't find out," Janet said, her voice hollow.
"But if she should? If you told her."
"Why the hell should I..." Suddenly Janet understood what was expected of her. She understood his fooling of guilt.
"After all," she said, making her tone hard. "You're giving me that nice job."
"Job?" He was not good enough an actor to appear genuinely surprised. "Oh yes, as Gene Drury's assistant. Yes, if I that for you..."
"My lips would be sealed."
"The job is yours!" he said anxiously. "And another thing..."
"Yes?" He knew what she was about to say and could not hide his eagerness to hear it.
"You must meet me here every Monday at noon."
"Please, I couldn't do that to Beatrix." He could not keep the excitement from his tone.
"You must. Otherwise..."
"Oh yes, yes, I'd be here!" he cried with mock fear aid genuine pleasure.
At the coffee break that afternoon Janet wolfed down two doughnuts, having missed lunch. Jimmy Marks paused by her desk long enough to mutter, "Meet me on the staircase."
He was leaning against the wall when she went out to join him. She started to give him back his keys.
"You keep them," he said. "They're duplicates. You did just fine. Only you should have told him to meet you at least a couple of times a week instead of just on Mondays. That's the only thing that disappointed him."
"He shouldn't be so greedy. What a deal! He has to believe he's being forced into it to satisfy him conscience."
"It takes all kinds. How do you feel?"
"Fine, I start the new job tomorrow."
"No, I mean how do you feel?"
He pressed the palm of his hand against her pussy. Janet drew in her breath. Her pulse raced.
"He's kinda quick on the trigger, eh?" he said.
"Not like me, eh?"
She hated his smug, handsome face. But she loved the hot masculine nearness of him. She saw the big bulge at his crotch.
"You been standing out here with that?" she said, hating the tremor of excitement in her voice.
"I've been carrying it around all afternoon," he said. "For you. I figured you'd need it."
"Bastard!"
He unzipped his trousers, pulled his hard cock free for her to see.
"Wet it for me," he said.
"Here on the staircase? You're crazy!"
"Nobody uses this staircase. Give it a quick kiss?"
"I will not," she said, although she was tempted. His hand went up her skirt to encounter the feel of her silk panties.
"Shouldn't wear underwear," he said. "I could love up your cunt a little with my tongue."
"My God, you are crazy," Janet said. Her voice was weak, trembly.
His fingers worked up under her panties. Two fingers moved across her clit.
"Ummm, just as I thought," he muttered, "nice and juicy and hot."
He took her hand and moved it to his stiff, twitching prick.
"Pull on it," he said thickly. "I want to go off in your hand."
"Jimmy, this is crazy," she said breathlessly, her throat tight. "Why waste it on a quickie here. Why not later... the apartment."
"We'll have it later too. I can't wait till then. I'll be better if you let me come off in your hand now. I'll last longer."
"Yes," she whispered. And she began to move her hand up and down his slick cockflesh.
"It's kind of exciting like this anyway, eh?"
He worked one of his fingers up her coozie. Yes, she thought. For a change. But dangerous too. What if someone caught them?
His finger twisted around in her quivering pussy. She felt his cock swell and throb harder. With his free hand he began feeling up her boobs, pinching at the hard nipples through her blouse. She thought she would go mad. Wildly she wished they could fling off their clothes and sink to the concrete floor, right here on the staircase. God, she wanted more than just his finger up her cunt!
"Hold off a minute," he warned, easing her hard away from his dick.
He crouched down and tugged her panties down her legs. He pressed his face tight against her snatch and dove his tongue into her cunthole. Janet leaned back against the wall, holding her skirt up to her waist, rolling her head from side to side, biting her lips to keep from moaning. She heard the slurping, smacking noises his lips and tongue made eating her out.
"Wild, wild, wild," she whispered.
She thrust her pelvis farther out. Her desperate fingers dug into Jimmy's shoulders. She bit down hard on her lower lip to keep from crying out. And she shut her eyes tight. Her body convulsed in orgasm. She clutched Jimmy's shoulders tight, almost toppling over. She bucked her hips back and forth until Jimmy's firm hands on her ass held her tight so that she couldn't move. His tongue lapped up the final deliciously bitter secretions. He stood up, grinning.
She fell breathlessly back against the wall. "Wow!" she whispered. She opened her eyes. Jimmy's cock twitched. Janet took hold of the slick hard meat and pulled on it. Jimmy slid his finger back up her gushy pussy and began finger-fucking her. She felt his cock swell harder.
"It's coming!" he gasped, shoving his finger farther up her cunt.
The milky jism shot hard from his dick, followed almost at once by another heavy spurt. Janet managed to catch most of it in the palm of her hand. He grinned and gave her his handkerchief.
"Let's make a night of it," he said. "How 'bout meeting me at that bar on the corner after work."
"Ummm," she moaned as he kissed her. The taste of her pussy still clung to his lips.
The bar, as usual, was crowded at the cocktail hour. Janet waved to several people from work.
Jimmy wasn't there.
Then she saw horse-faced Miss Blake wave to her from the end of the bar, inviting her to join her. She saw no way of getting out of it. She took the barstool next to Miss Blake.
"Janet, hello," Miss Blake said. "Let me buy you a drink in welcome."
"Welcome to what?" Janet smiled.
"To the best damn agency in California," Miss Blake said. "I haven't had a chance to before. What will you have?"
"A vodka gimlet. Thank you, Miss Blake."
"Now now, away from the office we are not so formal. You must call me Edith."
She ordered drinks for both of them.
"I knew you wouldn't be in the typing pool for long, Janet," Edith said.
"You mean you heard about..."
"News travels fast," Edith smiled. "The world of the agency is a small, small world. So -- congratulations. It's nice to have the right kind of people to help you along -- not that you're not capable of doing it on your own. You're intelligent and -- beautiful."
Janet felt smothered. She wondered just how many drinks Edith Blake had drunk.
"You're way out of my league," Edith continued dolefully. "A few of the plain, timid little office drudges, hoping for a pussy little raise in salary -- that's more my speed."
"Miss Blake, you shouldn't be telling me these things," Janet said, trying to sound formal and friendly at the same time. "You'll hate yourself in the morning."
"The hell with it. Everybody at the agency knows about me. It takes all kinds. And listen... I could tell you plenty about some of the others... George Anders for instance."
"What about George Anders?"
"Never mind," Edith said, with a crafty smile. "His sex life isn't the deep dark secret he thinks it is either... Anyway, here comes Jimmy Marks. I guess you're here to meet him."
Chapter Seven
The touch of Jimmy's hot hand on her hip, the fire of his lips crushed to hers... hot in the sack, cold out -- the most dangerous kind. He had said that about her. But it applied doubly to him.
Ummmmmm... he did last, as he had promised that afternoon when she pulled his meat until he shot off in her hand. Lasting a delicious hasty long long time. His cock buried to the balls in her juicy gripping cunt. His torso flat against her, crushing down onto her full heaving breasts... hips moving in tiny arcs, his cock, his measured hot pace keeping them both at a tingling pitch... Holding back with a soft sensual laugh when it seemed for a moment they would tumble over the brink. Then the deliberately measured pace again... Ohhhhh, the burning thrust of rigid cockflesh in her cunt, how could such a languid movement of his body produce such delirious shock waves?
The fuck seemed timeless... forever and ever.
"Jimmy, Jimmy," she whispered, arching her back, running her fingers through his hair.
He rolled his hips in wider arcs and she began to squeal around his tongue thrust deep in her mouth.
She stared up at him, at the handsome face, the voluptuous smile, the thick black hair. Stared up at him, her head lifted up from the pillow, stared with wild, searching eyes... eyes searching for what? While he fucked hard with lusty gusto -- her cunt hungry for his cock, relishing every hard inch of it with juicy caresses -- her eyes searched for something more.
He fucked harder. Her legs were high and spread. She heard his balls slap loudly against her soft flesh. She could hear the swooshy sound his cock made deep in her pussy. Ohhhhhh, she was there! She tried to speak, tried to cry, "Fuck me harder!" But all she could do was scream as he slammed all his prick into at her.
He had not quite made it with her. Now maybe he would fuck her to another orgasm. But no. Suddenly his cock pulled from the clinging lips of her pussy. And she saw the glistening meaty head point towards her. She whimpered. And at that moment heavy spurts of his hot creamy cum shot onto her tits.
"Ummm," she moaned. That felt so delicious. Hot juice of cockmeat on her snowy breasts.
He laughed softly, molding her breasts, scooping up some of his cum and delicately bathing her rigid tits with it.
"I told you I'd have plenty left," he said huskily. Then he leaned forward to whisper into her car. "I told you I was oversexed."
He laved one of her cum-drenched breasts with the flat of his tongue. He sucked at the hard sticky nipple. When the tit slid from his mouth, she turned her shoulder slightly to offer him her other breast. But instead his tongue slid down to her belly button... down to her pussy.
He teased her till she was in agony. His tongue swirled around just at the edge of her pussy mound. She squirmed, her pussy hot and itchy.
He began lapping his tongue back up towards her belly button. Her fingers clutched it the test. He wrapped his lips around the lard nipple she had offered him before and sucked deeply at it. She felt his cock against her cunt mound. He rolled his hips in a tiny circle to show her how hot and hard his cock was.
"Damn it!" she said in a raspy whisper.
He laughed again and slid his dick into her pussy. Her loud moan told him that the teasing wait had been worth it.
"Lift your legs," he said.
She lifted her silken legs high into the air. His shoulders braced her heels.
"Can't move, eh?" he said.
"Not very much," she said breathlessly.
Her heels pressed firmly into the hard flesh of his shoulders. She could hardly move at all now. And she didn't want to. The tip of his cock was forced deeper into her... stimulating wonderful vaginal sensations.
He jerked his pelvis back, dragging his hot cock through richly secreting cuntflesh. And he slammed forward to drive his meat into her hot cunt.
Janet surrendered to the savage power of his deep-thrusting hard cock. Her pussy was impaled on his potent, hard, demanding cock. Surrendered to the ramming prick. Her big tits rising, nipples taut.
And the rich reward was an intense, deep vaginal orgasm. A ragged cry tore from her throat. Her imprisoned body convulsed. Jimmy moaned -- gloating, perhaps, at his male power.
She rolled her head from side to side. His hard-driving dick was sheer exquisite torment to her now. His hips moved like a powerful piston, slamming his swollen hard cockmeat deep, deeper into her vagina... prickling fresh nerve-ends.
Her scream was sharp, shrill. He answered it with a lusty laugh.
She gripped his dick as hard as she could with her vaginal muscles. But his meaty cockhead drove right through, plunging into her juicy pussy. She felt dizzy, almost delirious. Her strength waned and she relaxed the grip around his cock.
"Yeah," he gasped.
His cock throbbed against the walls of her cunt, swelling to a greater size than it had ever been. His male power ignited the fire in her pussy again. Feverishly she began contracting and relaxing every pussy-muscle. Her body twitched, and wild, obscene words flowed from her lips. His deep laughter seemed to come from a long way off.
Giddily she imagined herself forever exploding in frenzied orgasm... contracting around his hot cock, expanding to explode again and again.
"Okay," he said hoarsely. The word sounded final. She whimpered. She could feel his body grow hotter, feel a new surge of strength gather in his loins for that final lunge. She screamed shrilly above his sharp, brief moan. Heavy spurts of cock-juice jetted against her womb.
She thought she was going to faint.
He loosened his arms from around her legs. His body twitched. She grasped his buttocks, pulling him tight to her. He moaned again and she found the strength to laugh throatily with fulfilled exaltation. She lowered her legs while his exhausted body lay flat atop her.
His cock twitched while it became slowly soft -- creating a glowing, prickly sensation in her pussy. She cradled his head on her breasts. She ran her fingers gently through his hair.
"I wish you weren't such a bastard," she said.
"Afraid you might be falling, oh?" He sounded almost bored.
"God no!" she said vehemently.
He rolled away from her with a quick, sudden movement. Janet could not hold back the flustered little whimper that escaped her lips when his meat pulled from the snug caress of her pussy-lips.
"I'm hungry," he said. "Let's go out to dinner. Or would you rather just stay here. You'd like to be very domestic and cook something just for the two of us and we'd screw all night."
"The screwing's all I'd be interested in," she said.
And with determination she got up off the bed. His dry chuckle followed her all the way into the bathroom.
"You seemed to be getting along pretty well with our Miss Blake," Jimmy said over coffee when they finished dinner in the Italian restaurant on North Beach. "Did she make a pass at you?"
"I suppose," Janet shrugged. "Half-assed." Jimmy stand at her a long moment. "Wanna go back to the apartment with me and spend the night?"
God, how she wanted to! But she girded all her strength and said, "No."
"No?"
"I got myself into an impossible situation once. I don't intend to make the same mistake twice."
"Falling in love you mean? But I thought your only interest in me was the way I fuck."
He was laughing at her.
"I'm not falling in love with you," Janet said vehemently.
"Then let's go back to the apartment and screw. Sometimes I get in these moods that amaze even me. My prick just doesn't want to stay down. I'll fuck you till dawn. What d'ya say?"
"Damn it Jimmy, take me home," she said, getting to her feet.
And she didn't understand why her eyes were suddenly filled with angry, blinding tears.
It took a long time for her to drive out to Sue's place beyond Twin Peaks. But they didn't speak during the whole trip. He parked in front of the dark, two-story house. Kris was still at that commune. And Sue and David had joined him there.
"Good night, Jimmy," she said quietly, wondering if he was going to show her to the door. She hoped he wouldn't. She might weaken.
Suddenly he took hold of her hand roughly and moved it to his crotch. He had freed his cock from his trousers. It was hard.
"You don't wanna leave that, do you?"
"Let go of my hand," she said firmly.
"Suck it for me," he said tensely. "Go down on it!"
Her heart beat faster. But she had herself well under control. She was determined to make him suffer.
"Good night," she said resolutely.
He let go of her hand. She was surprised he had not been more persistent. And a little disappointed too? She opened the car door. He stayed where he was, not offering to walk her to the house. She walked up the sidewalk, listening for the sound of him driving away.
Nervously she dug into her purse, searching for her key.
"Having problems?" She heard his voice behind her.
She twirled round, dropping her purse. She saw the whiteness of his body. God, he was stark naked!
"Maybe I can help you," he said.
And his arms were wrapped around her and his hot breath was at her ear.
"Crazy!" she panted as he smothered her with kisses.
"It's even better out in the open," he whispered.
"Crazy," she said weakly again.
But passively she allowed herself to be led over to the clump of bushes by the side of the house... allowed him to almost tear the clothes off her. The night was chilly but their bodies were hot. They sank down onto the thick grass that was damp with fog. It would have to be fast and fierce -- their hot bodies demanded that.
Her big creamy tits shone milky white in the darkness. His hot hands molded them as his cock sank into her cunt. She popped at once, squealing, bathing his dick with her juices, gripping it tight with her vaginal muscles.
"You were even hotter than I thought," he whispered thickly.
She sighed loudly and relaxed, yielding, yet still hot for it. He fucked deep and fast, pressing down on her titties. She felt it about to happen again. But he pulled his cock out and rolled her over onto her stomach. He gave her shapely white buttocks a few lingering strokes. Then he cased his cock into her ass. He went in slow and careful and his cock dripped pre-cum fluid. She relaxed her sphincter and it was not at all painful. Then it felt sensational -- his cock moving slow but deep in her ass, and the damp grass beneath her, prickling her pussy and her big, hard breasts.
She squirmed, grinding her pussy against the thick grass. He laughed lustily. He kept fucking her deep but slow, holding back his cum. And she moaned, squirming faster, wishing the damp grass were longer, stiffer -- reaching way up into her cunt!
He lifted her up and reached around, a finger entering her pussy. He moved the finger back and forth fast while he ass-fucked slow. She popped spin, gasping out a muffled squeal, pussy lips pulsating around his deeply-inserted finger.
He got her onto her back again. She stared up at the starless sky. Then she was aware only of his mouth at her cunt. He munched delicately, his nostrils flaring at the pussy-smell and the odor of damp grass. His tongue dug into her cunthole, and he reached up to mold her boobs and pinched her hard, pointed tits. A car drove by, casting its light briefly on them while Jimmy ate her pussy.
Janet squealed just as the car passed by them. She was right on the verge of popping again. But Jimmy moved away from her cunt. He mounted her and slid his cock into her cunt again and she squealed again, making it this time. She moaned softly, rolling her head slowly from side to side, her cunt bathing his dick with fresh juices.
He fucked fast and deep and she knew he was going to make it happen again. He drove his cock at her pussy with fierce swiftness. For a moment she felt ready to faint. Then her whole body tingled again.
God, his cock was so deep! Had a cock ever been so deep? She was sure none had -- or so it seemed in that hot moment. She found the strength to cry out lustily... she clawed at his back.
Then she fell limply back onto the grass, panting, hardly able to speak.
"Please," she gasped. "Bathe -- my titties -- like before."
He chuckled softly. He knew what she wanted. He pulled his cock from the grip of her cunt just as his cum spewed hot and heavy-splashing cum on her breasts. She felt the damp grass at her back, the warm jism right on her breasts. She would not shower that night, she decided. She would not tell Jimmy, but she would wear his cum to bed.
Through half-opened eyes she saw that he was getting dressed. He had carried his clothes from the car to the edge of the porch.
"You gonna lay there all night?"
"No." She began to feel softly. "Help me up, will you?"
He pulled her to her feet. "Come to my apartment tomorrow at the noon hour," he said. His tone was so cool and demanding. It chilled her more than the night air.
"Maybe," she said.
"Be there," Jimmy said. And he moved his warm hand up and down the contour of her shapely buttocks.
"So you're to be my new assistant," Gene Drury said next day, giving her an appraising look.
She stared boldly back at him. He had an attractive face. But God, his eyes were so dull-looking. Not a hint of desire for her there. She wasn't used to such cool indifference.
He's a dull drab workhorse, Janet decided.
"I understand you don't take dictation."
"I intend to take a night course. I'm a fast learner."
"Yes, I'm sure you are," he said with a knowing smile.
Janet felt her ears burn.
She sat at her tiny desk all morning, typing letters. Gene Drury's larger desk was next to hers. They shared the little cubby-hole surrounded by frosted glass. Occasionally Drury went into George Anders' office and while he was gone Janet was to answer the phone on his desk.
"Moving up in the world I see," Dee McGuire said, peeking into the cubby-hole at noon.
"I'm not sure," Janet smiled. "It's a lot more work. But there is a slight raise in salary."
"And you are closer to a source of power," Dee said with a nod towards George Anders' office. "Are you free for lunch today?"
Words of refusal started to come from Janet's lips. Then she remembered the way Jimmy had told her to be at his apartment that noon -- so smooth, so sure of himself. She wouldn't be taken for granted by any man.
So she accepted Dee's invitation. And she told herself that when she got her own apartment she would invite Dee over for a home-cooked meal.
In the early afternoon Jimmy went into George Anders' office for a conference. He barely nodded at Janet as he went in. But on the way out he pawed by her desk long enough to mutter, "Meet me on the staircase."
She fell a hot sensation in her cunt, remembering that other brief, frenzied session on the staircase. She took a deep breath but the hot sensation would not go any. And she knew she just couldn't resist.
At coffee-break time she went into the women's room and into one of the booths, taking her purse with her. With trembling hands she removed her panties and stuffed them into her purse. She took the purse back to her desk drawer.
Jimmy was sitting on the stairs when she joined him.
"What's the idea not showing up this noon at my apartment?" he asked angrily.
"I didn't say I would, I said, maybe," she said with a teasing smile.
"Don't get cute with me. I got you that job, remember."
"Only because I'm highly qualified," she said with a haughty tone of voice.
"Some job. Assistant to George Anders' secretary."
"It's a start," Janet said. "Only a start."
"Bitch," he snapped, standing up. He grabbed hold of both her arms roughly. "Bitch."
"I'm not wearing my panties today," she grinned.
He smiled back at her. And began backing her towards the wall. He smothered her with kisses. He dug his hand into her blouse.
"Not wearing a bra either, eh?"
"I never wear a bra with this blouse," she said breathlessly.
"Hot bitch. You're hot as I am. Hotter." He was nibbling at her neck, squeezing her tittie as he muttered the hoarse-voiced words. "You need it as much as I do -- more."
"Jimmy," she whispered weakly, her arms around his neck.
"I ought to fuck you right here on the staircase."
"I don't care," she said wildly, clinging tighter to his neck.
"Wet it for me first," he said.
She got down on her knees and freed his stiff dick from his trousers. She went down on it to the root, held it down her throat, feeling it throb. She stood up, puffing her skirt up to her waist, baring her pussy for him. He worked her right breast from her blouse and started to suck her tit.
Janet laced her fingers behind his neck. She lifted her left leg up and out, stretching her pussylips for him. His cock slid into her, snug as a sword in its sheath. She lowered her leg until her foot touched the floor and his cock pushed deeper into her.
He began to undulate his pelvis and she moved hers in perfect unison.
"You've been fucked standing before," he said thickly.
"Ummmm," she muttered. But not, she thought with a suppressed grin, not on a stairway, and fully clothed.
"I have to make it a quick," he said, breathing heavier, moving his hips faster.
"Ummmmmm." God the hot hard feel of prick moving inside her cunt -- and as smooth as velvet too.
"You should a come for this at noon," he said breathlessly with no let-up in the pace of his fucking. "You're sorry now you didn't, eh?" He gasped and squeezed her slick buttocks. "Eh?" He emphasized the last word with an extra-hard thrust.
"Yes, yes, yes!"
He grunted and laughed at the same time and pumped a good dozen more strokes of his cock into her tight-gripping snatch... bathed it with jutting streams of cum.
"You didn't make it?" he whispered, moving the palm of his hand across the creamy flesh of her ass.
"No!" she whispered back desperately. He squeezed her ass tight again and began rolling his pelvis. She was so grateful... soooo grateful! Her pussy-lips quivered, sucked, gripped hungrily at his cock, that hot trustworthy cock... hard and driving inside her until... She held tight to his neck, every muscle in her body responding, body trembling, pussylips fluttering, flowing with sticky juices. She felt his finger corkscrew into her asshole at that precise moment, giving her cunt an extra electric charge.
"Ohhh," she muttered weakly, clinging to his neck.
He let her cling to him for a moment till they both got their strength back. Then with gentle firmness he began to pull away from her. She watched his cock slide from her hungrily-grasping pussy-lips.
His cock glistened. Droplets of cum dripped from the slit of the head.
"Want to clean it for me, sweets?" he asked. His voice was hoarse, sexy, but tinged with that arrogant tone of male superiority she hated so much.
But the temptation was too great. She sank down to her knees and took the fluttering, semi-hard cock into her mouth. She plunged down on it to the root and glided her tongue up and down it, licking away the succulent juices that her cunt had left there.
"Oh, sweets, you can just keep that up long as you like," he whispered. "Make me come again."
She stood up, a tight smile on her lips. Leave him wanting more, she thought.
"No time," she said. "Got to get back to work."
Chapter Eight
She got paid at the end of the week, and over the weekend she found a small apartment on Powell Street. She would be able to walk to work from there.
Monday at noon she waited for George Andrew in Jimmy's apartment. It occurred to her that she had not once been inside his office. And he hardly exchanged a word with her except to say "Good morning", and "Good night".
As he had the first time, he went into the bathroom to undress. Again Janet found herself rather liking his big fleshy body. It was quits hairless, smooth. And quite warm, she remembered. His flesh felt almost feverish. He lifted her foot up to his lips. He kissed her toes. This time Janet was wearing red nail polish.
He licked the bottom of her foot. It felt marvelous, tingly.
"Ummm," she muttered. "Do that some more."
"Yes," he said eagerly. "Anything you want?"
He licked some more, then licked at the bottom of the other foot, making her whole body tingle and glow. She lounged back luxuriantly, moaning softly.
He ran his tongue up the inside of her leg. He laved her muff.
"Oh," she moaned. "Ohhhh, eat it!"
She remembered he had not lasted long enough last time when he fucked her. But if he ate her out first -- "Yes," he said thickly. "Whatever you want!" He began eating her cunt. She squealed and moaned, body writhing. He grunted and slurped. She gasped his hair, pressing his face tighter against her snatch. She bent her legs, the soles of her feet into the bed. And she squealed louder, bucking up and down, fucking his mouth with her cunt.
A piercing scream tore from her throat and she pressed his face even tighter, rougher against her snatch, snapping her hips up hard, back, up hard again. Then with a loud sigh she straightened her legs again and lay quiet. His face was still on her cunt and his tongue lapped inside her gently.
They stayed like that a few minutes, then he got up. His chin dripped with cuntjuice.
"Wonderful," he muttered. "Wonderful."
And she knew with disappointment that he would not fuck her at all now. He had shot his load into his hand.
Not long before the afternoon coffee break Janet found time to pause a few minutes in her work, which was very unusual on this job. Gene Drury kept her quite busy. She watched him a moment as he finished a conversation on the phone. He had all the features of a handsome man. But just what was it that kept him from being really attractive?
No sexuality, she decided. He seems so sexless. The drab gray suit, the drab white shin and drab tie. Nothing bright about his clothes or his personality. Nothing sexy in his manner. His work seemed to be his only interest.
He began going through some papers. Then he became suddenly aware that Janet was staring at him.
"Something?" he asked, looking up at her.
"No," Janet smiled at him and got only a chilly stare in return. "What's Mr. Anders' office like?"
"What do you mean?"
"I've never been inside."
"And you're not likely to."
"Why not?"
"You have no business there. I am Mr. Anders' secretary. You are my assistant. There's no reason for you to have any direct contact with Mr. Anders." He gave her that knowing smile again. "On the job I mean."
His innuendo didn't embarrass Janet at all. Slit chuckled softly, which angered Gene Drury.
"I guess it's time for your coffee break," he mapped.
"Oh, I don't mind working through my coffee break," Janet said airily. "You always do."
That night Janet had dinner alone in her apartment.
At bedtime she got dressed in her cotton nightie. She brushed her teeth. She shut the bathroom door and looked at herself in the mirror. She pulled her gown up over her head and off. She looked at herself again, naked.
Any number of men would like this body tonight, she thought. And here I am alone.
She ran the palms of her hands up and down her heavy breasts. She pinched her tits. Shivering, she palmed her pussy mound and pressed gently. She fingered her cuntlips.
She sucked in her breath and plunged a finger straight up the tapering hole. She wiggled it around inside, tossing her head back. Her big boobs rose high, rosy tits swollen.
With a little whimper she withdrew her finger from her cunt. She was trembling now, her pulse racing faster. She tasted her sticky finger. She giggled and sucked at the finger until it was clean.
With trembling hands she pulled the small stool from the side of the bathtub and sat on it before the mirror. Her legs were wide apart.
Again she fingered her cunt. She leaned back and pried apart her pussylips to gaze upon the dewy pink, gleaming inside of her cunt.
Slowly she worked two fingers into her snatch and felt the warm juices flow around them. Slowly she moved the fingers around inside her, plunged as deep as she could reach. Inch by slow inch she pulled her fingers free again of her warm moist box. She licked the juices from her fingers, moaning, giggling softly.
The stool was low enough that she could lean all the way back to rest on her elbows. She spread her legs as wide apart as she could. Over the contours of her creamy high-rising breasts, she gazed at the reflection of her pussy in the mirror.
She remembered that time with Jimmy Marks the meaty head of his cock aiming right at her creamy titties... the vigorous spurts of hot cum shooting suddenly onto her breasts... lots of his hot cum splashing on her tits.
She clutched her big, swaying tits. She squeezed her tittie flesh. She pinched hard at the swollen nipples -- writhing, moaning.
Goddamn it, she thought wildly. If only I had a vibrator to shove up my cunt!
One hand wildly clutched the air... fingers fondling her pussy, plunging in to new depths in her stretched-wide snatch. Furiously she finger fucked, nudging her clit.
Juices flooded her fingers. She squealed louder, lifted her head up from the floor, squeezing her tit harder. Then she felt limply back. Whimpering, she slowly cork screwed her finger from the folds of pussy flesh.
She began to sob softly in release. But she knew that the sobs were also from frustration. The frustration of a woman only partially satisfied.
On Wednesday she got a chance to speak to George Anders. He happened to be at the water cooler in the hall when she came out of the lady's john right after the morning coffee break.
"Mr. Anders," she said when he straightened up from the fountain.
"Good morning," he said curtly.
"Mr. Anders, I won't say anything else on this subject at work, but I wanted you to know I have my own apartment now. And also you don't have to wait until Monday to visit me. You could come over at least two times a week if you like."
"I couldn't possibly," he whispered.
But Janet saw the flush of excitement on his face. She played a hunch.
"I think you better come, Mr. Anders," she said. "I think you better come tomorrow at noon."
"I-I..." He was so excited he could barely speak. "Yes!"
She told him the address.
She could hardly wait for noon to come Thursday. When she heard the sound of the buzzer, she was excited. After all, she'd had nothing since Monday but a finger-fuck.
Today she decided to try something a little different with George Anders. First, she had decided to meet Anders at the door fully clothed today.
He looked a little disappointed when he saw her all dressed.
"Go on to the bathroom and get naked," she told him with a smile but a firm tone of voice.
She lounged back on the couch. She felt her pussy grow warm and juicy. She had removed her bra and panties when she got back to the apartment. The linen dress felt soft and snug against her flesh. Yesterday after work, she had shopped for a pair of black-net stockings and pastel-blue garters. She wore them now and she felt deliciously sexy. What would George Anders' reaction be when he saw them?
She crossed her legs, her skirt hiked well above her knees.
He walked naked into the room, hit fat cock half-hard. He stopped dead in his tracks when he aw her.
"Oh," he moaned.
"Come here, George," Janet said.
She uncrossed her legs. She pulled her dress up, exposing her dark muff to him.
"Oh!" he moaned again, rushing across the room to her.
He sank to his knees. He was trembling and his excitement was infectious. Janet's pussyjuice flowed hotter. With delicate tenderness he lifted her foot and kissed the toe of her shiny black shoe.
Then he lifted the other shoe to his lips with the same care. Such graceful movements for a big man!
He removed the shoes and kissed the stockinged feet. Janet lounged back, titties heaving with her excited breaths. With slow adroitness he removed the garters, then rolled the net stockings lingeringly down her long shapely legs.
He began to kiss her naked feet passionately. He sucked gently on the toes, licked at the soles, relishing each petite, high-arched foot as he would a gourmet feast. The tingly feel of his tongue on her feet -- just that wet hot touch of his tongue there -- seemed to reach into the pink membranes of her pussy.
"Yes, yes!" she rasped. "Lick some more! Yes, my toes now! Oh yes, and the bottoms! Oh up here. Come up here and get my pussy! Yes, lick it like that some more and -- ohhhh eat it!"
She lay back against the wall, spent for the moment, holding his face tight against her cunt. With a loud sigh she released him and he foil to kissing her feet again.
"George," she said softly, her voice husky. "Carry me -- around the room." She quickly pulled her dress up over her head and off.
He looked up at her, not understanding what she had just said. Pussyjuice dripped from his chin.
"Carry me around the room, George," she repeated.
She longed to feel a man's protective arms around her. And George had such nice strong looking arms.
"Yes," he panted. "Anything. Anything you want."
But he did not get up from his knees. Instead he placed the palms of his hands on the floor so that he was down on all fours. He turned sideways. Janet was disappointed for a moment. Then she gave a delighted little squeal end mounted his broad back.
"Giddy up, George!"
She chuckled softly -- he began moving fast across the room with her. She felt the powerful body move beneath her. She squeezed her soft thighs tight against his ides.
"Giddy up, George!"
He went faster. She began moving her pelvis back and forth, letting him feel her hot damp pussy across his wide back. She was heating up again, flowing with fresh juices.
"Take me back to the couch, George," she said thickly. "My pussy's hot again. Take we beck to the couch and fuck me."
Hot as they both were, she instructed him to go slow and easy at first. She swooned beneath his bulky body, pressed tight to her, his fat cock buried in her to his big balls as his fleshy hips moved in a tiny are. Her nostrils flared at the rich masculine odor of him.
"Please," he panted. "Can I go faster now?"
"No!" she said sternly. "Just keep on like that. You're going to fuck me until I get off again."
"Yes!" he whimpered.
Big delicious man! And he did everything she asked. He fucked her quickly towards her climax. She wanted to let go, tell him to pound it to her. But she also wanted it to last at least a little longer.
"Yes, like that!" she panted hotly. "Like that!"
She scratched at his back. Then she realized he might not be able to explain scratches on his back to his wife so she stopped.
"Now now!" she cried.
Whimpering with excitement he began to fuck harder. She held his smooth, damp torso tight to her. His barrel chest crushed flat against her tits. But his fleshy hips were free, and he lifted them high and slammed back down, ramming his fat cock deep into her cunt.
"Yes," she said in a raspy whisper. "Now!"
Her body twitched beneath his sweating, bulky weight.
"Oh," he gasped. "I'm comin' too."
He jerked his hips forward. He grunted as his cum mingled with her pussyjuice. Then he lay still.
She let him rest a good fifteen minutes. His powerful body atop her was warm and comfortable. She did not feel at all crushed by it.
"George," she said softly. "George Anders!"
"Eh?" He lifted his head.
"I need a tongue-bath," she said. Her tone of voice was sensual, husky, yet demanding. Just what George Anders wanted.
"Oh God, yes!" he said thickly.
His tongue began on her long, velvet-smooth neck. He licked down the cleavage between her breasts... licked each snowy mound, saliva dripping onto the flesh of her tittie. Puckered lips sucked at her swollen hard tits.
His tongue swirled around her belly-button and glided down to her pussy hairs, dripping more saliva there. He massaged her legs with his hot hands while his hot tongue moved to her feet... and he was licking her soles again... sucking her tits... kissing, licking her feet, sending electric shivers up her spine.
He placed a hand on her hips and pushed gently. She rolled easily over onto her stomach. She felt the wet tongue at the back of her neck. Felt it glide slowly down the center of her back... down the crack between her buttocks.
He licked her ass-cheeks, kissed them... pried them apart and swirled his tongue around in her asshole, dug it into the puckered hole as far as it would go. She giggled. She wiggled her ass, encouraging him to keep on rimming her. He sucked and licked and smacked his lips, feasting on her delectable feminine ass.
Her laughter became raucous, coarse, as he sucked harder on her anus, pried apart the cheeks even wider to dive his tongue in deeper -- bathing her pink puckered hole with saliva.
He sensed the right moment to cease the rimming and, go on to something even more exciting. He lifted her up higher. She spread her legs wider. And he lapped at her pussy until she squealed.
She began turning and he helped her on over onto her back again. His head dipped down. She pushed his face tight against her cunt. His juicy lips began to move -- munching pussy while she squirmed, clasping the back of his neck tightly.
"Eat it! Eat it! Eat it!" she rasped.
She heard his passion-charged groan.
"Eat it!" she cried, releasing the hold on his neck so he could move his head faster.
He groaned louder.
"Damn... damn!" she panted between piercing squeals as he ate and sucked deeper on her snatch.
She lifted her head up from the studio couch-bed. The room seemed to whirl around her. She felt savage. Somehow George aroused that strange, barbaric, Amazonian emotion in her.
And she began to claw, scratching like a cat, hissing between gritted teeth, "Eat it eat it!" Her fingernails dug and scratched at the flesh of his back. His groans were supercharged. His hot, big, strong hands pressed upwards beneath her ass, lifting her delicious pussy to his drooling lips.
With one hand she pressed tight at the back of his neck. With the other hand she scratched hard and deep across his back. She had never felt more strong that in that brief, yet ever-lasting orgasmic moment. And his loud, but pussy-muffled moan told her the experience was pure ecstasy to him.
"Oh!" she sighed heavily.
Then her body relaxed. Her arms dropped limply by her sides. George continued to lap gently at her cunt. She giggled softly. She began to feel drowsy. She wished she could lie there all afternoon and let George lap her cunt like that while she half-dozed. But she had to get back to work.
She gently pushed George away from her pussy. And without a word he got obediently off the bed and padded into the bathroom.
Chapter Nine
During the next several weeks Janet entertained enough clients to be able to afford a nicer apartment.
Three nights a week she attended a business college, studying stenography.
"Gene," George Anders said one day, pausing by Gene Drury's desk. "Would you come into the office?"
"Could you give me just a few minutes, Mr. Anders?" Gene Drury was involved in paper work.
"Don't make it too long," George said curtly.
"Oh, Mr. Anders," Janet said, quickly taking advantage of the opportunity that may have come at last. "If Mr. Drury is busy right now, I could take dictation."
"Oh?" The offer obviously pleased him, but he tried to bide his excitement from Drury with a frown. "Very well," he said quickly, before Drury had a chance to say another word.
Drury gave her a murderous look.
At last she entered the sanctuary of George Anders' office. She looked around at the mahogany-paneled walls, the big mahogany desk.
"Such a nice office, Mr. Anders," she said. "Such privacy!"
"Yes." His face flushed red. His voice went thick.
"Before I take that dictation..."
"Yes?" he said eagerly. "My cunt needs lapping!"
"God...!"
He sank to his knees. He began to lick at the shiny black shoes she wore. She leaned back against the desk, pulling her skirt up to her waist.
"Eat my pussy," she demanded. "Slave!"
Yes, that was it... to George, she was a beautiful, demanding queen, and he was her obedient slave. He worked her pandas down her knees, down to her ankles.
She thrust her pelvis forward, baring her cunt to him. With a moan he buried his face into her warm muff. She grasped the back of his neck, holding his face tight against her hot pussy. She heard his stifled moans.
She lay all the way back on the desk, her feet barely touching the floor. Her pussy was stretched wide for his lapping tongue. She heard the slurping noises he made, licking and eating her juicy flesh.
"Eat it! Eat it, slave!" she gasped.
Excited, he moaned louder into her cunt, spearing his tongue deeper, lapping up the juices. She squealed in orgasm and lay panting atop the desk. He lapped her pussy a moment longer. She wished he would get her off again. But he licked at her shoes another moment before getting a little unsteadily to his feet.
"I-I hope I pleased you," he said humbly.
"It was pretty good," Janet said, surprised at the hardness in her tone of voice. "But next time you'll have to do better. Or I'll..."
"Yes?" George said, giving her an eager look.
"I'll think of something," she said, making light of it.
She pulled herself together and picked up pad and pencil. Alter all, they had business to do now.
Her pussy itched all the rest of the long morning. That brief session with George in the office had only warmed her up. Jimmy Marks was out of the picture now. By way of promotion he had been transferred to the Hollywood branch and there was a rumor that Jimmy was engaged to marry the daughter of a wealthy client.
But damn... damn... her pussy itched. She never had managed to seduce Dee McGuire. He and that sweet little Linda spent lunch hours together now. Dee and Linda seemed made for one another.
George Anders returned from a late lunch carrying a large package. He pawed by Janet's desk.
"I wonder if you're doing anything this evening -- special I mean," he said, speaking softly, hoping that Drury would not overhear.
"Why -- no," Janet answered.
"Then would you mind working overtime a while? I have a few things that need to be cleared up." He glanced furtively at the package he carried.
"I'd be happy to," Janet smiled.
She glanced at Drury. He had obviously heard everything. He was furious. That made Janet smile wider.
The place seemed strangely deserted and quiet at five-fifteen. Only she anti George Anders, alone on that entire floor.
He poked his head out of the door of his office. "You can come in about five minutes," he said, his voice thick with excitement.
Janet waited, outwardly cool, filing her nails. But inwardly she felt a strange kind of excitement. Her relationship with George was about to enter a wilder phase. She was sure of that.
After five minutes had passed, she got up and walked slowly towards the office door. She didn't see him at first. Then she spotted him, cowering naked beneath the big mahogany desk. She strolled over and sat in his swivel executive chair.
From beneath the desk George began licking her shoes. He removed her shoes carefully and began kissing her stockinged feet. She felt his warm hands caress her legs, felt trembling fingers roll the stockings slowly down her shapely calves. She heard a worshipful gasp and he fell to licking, kissing her naked feet, sucking her toes.
She pulled her skirt up around her waist to show him that she had removed her panties. She spread her legs wide, scooting to the edge of the big plush chair, feeding him her cunt.
From beneath the desk he began eating her pussy.
"Eat it, slave!" she said huskily.
He whimpered and buried his face tight against her muff. She grasped the arms of the chair tighter, laughing softly as he ate her cunt.
She noticed then that one of the desk drawers was partly opened. She pulled it all the way opened and gasped at what she saw. She felt a chill of excitement as she removed the coiled, three stranded whip from the drawer.
She got up from the executive chair. She became suddenly all that George Anders wanted. She heard him whimper softly from beneath the desk. She took off all her clothes. She stood naked, feeling cruel, sexy, determined and hot... grasping the whip tight.
"Come out from there," she said.
Whimpering softly, George crawled out from beneath the desk. He crawled on his belly to where she stood and began licking her feet. She looked down at his broad beefy back.
She leaned way down and grabbed a handful of his thick black hair. She tugged hard.
"Get your face on my cunt!"
She emphasized the command with a crack of the whip across his back. The way his body writhed was strangely sensual.
His face was pressed tight against her cunt. She rolled her hips, feeling his deeply penetrating tongue thrust up her juicy tapering hole. She fucked his mouth. "Eat it, you cunt lapper!"
On the edge of orgasm she pushed him away and let him experience the full thrust of her fury. All the pent-up resentment against Jimmy Marks and men like him... all the bitter memories of she and Ted on her wedding night were released at last in those next moments.
He lay on his back, writhing, whimpering softly.
His thick cock was bone-hard. Janet kicked at his shoulder.
"Cunt lapper... you can do better than that!" She kicked him harder.
"Yes... yes!" he gasped.
She placed the sole of her foot on his face. She wiped the bottom of her foot across his face as he darted out his tongue and licked at it.
"Turn over," she said. "Workhorse!"
He rolled over and got onto his hands and knees. She mounted his strong back. She grabbed a handful of his hair. Her cuntjuice flowed hot and sticky, chipping onto his slick, sweaty back as she rode him around the room. She squeezed her thighs tight against his sides and reached back to work the whip across his buttocks.
"Get back to the desk!"
She lay across the desk. Her big titties rose high with each panting excited breath she drew.
"Massage my tits!"
His hulking body hovered over her. His big, hot moist hands cupped around her big breasts. Fervidly, yet with tender care, he kneaded them.
"Beautiful... beautiful!" he whispered feverishly.
He leaned down to suck one of the pointed tits into his mouth.
"Get that tongue down on my box!"
The rough moist tongue glided down the soft flatness of her belly. Janet opened her legs wide, stretching open her pussy lips to receive his tongue inside. He got down on his knees and went after her pussy with feverish tongue-dipping haste.
"Suck it!"
He sucked at her pussy mound until she ordered his tongue back inside her. She clutched at the air and her heavy tits rolled from side to side as she popped. George grunted and slurped like a hungry animal, his head between her legs, lapping up the final drippings of her orgasm.
"Now," she panted. "Pick me up!"
He lifted her up from the desk and held her in his powerful arms. Such strength in those arms... arms that could crush the life from her. And she was in full command.
"You can put me down now," she said, scratching at his back. "Onto the floor."
The thick rug felt soft and comfortable. But she rolled over onto her knees and elbows and lifted her ass as high into the air as she could.
"Get your tongue into my ass!"
His tongue speared into the puckered little hole. He tongued it and sucked at it and he clamped his lips round it and blew gently. It made a deliciously vulgar sound and Janet chuckled. "Get to my pussy."
He dipped his tongue into her pussy. He lapped at her cunt and she began to roll over. He followed with his tongue. His hands pushed up beneath her buttocks, holding her cunt to his lips for his pussy-feast. He munched at his meal of cunt.
She began to squeal as he sucked up her cunt.
She fell limply back onto the rug as he kept sucking up her juices. But his lapping tongue enflamed her again, reaching deep into her hole again.
"Stop!" she cried.
He looked up at her, startled.
"Please... don't I please you?" he asked in a trembly voice.
"Not bad," she teased. "But it could still be better. Maybe you need a little lesson."
"Please!" he pleaded excitedly.
She pushed him away from her and he lay limp and yielding on the floor. She stood up and kicked him, watched him writhe and whimper and grovel.
She straddled him and premed her pussy tight against his face. "I may make you eat me all night."
"Oh!" he whimpered.
She pound her pussy into his face, feeling his tongue dip deep into her cunthole. She grasped him behind the neck and again mouth-fucked him with her pussy. Her muff was damp and sticky and she let him lick at it a while before she sent back to smothering him with her pussy-fucks.
She held his face as tight against her muff as she could while she popped.
"Oh God... God," he whimpered happily.
He reached up to fondle her titties. She scooted her pussy back across his face. Soon he was moaning again in sheer ecstasy. She was coming. And the warm sticky urine was trickling across his cheeks, down his chin.
Chapter Ten
Janet was the center of attention in the hotel suite at Lake Tahoe. She was hosting another party for clients from all over the world. There was a particularly handsome Frenchman she had her eye on.
She wore a green taffeta gown, emerald earrings.
"Janet!"
She turned to face Jimmy Marks. He was handsome, dressed in a white formal jacket. A plain, almost ugly, somewhat nervous woman hung on his arm. He introduced her as Emily, his wife.
"You seem to be doing great," he said. "I've heard about you all the way down in Hollywood."
"Oh? What have you heard?"
"That you're the best hostess any agency's ever had," he said with a wicked twinkle in his eye.
"Ummmm."
"Janet," Frank Carpenter said. "I don't think you've met our president yet. Keith, this is Janet Sullivan."
Janet looked into the eyes of a handsome ruddy-faced, middle aged man whose smile was warm, genuine.
"How do you do?" she said breathlessly.
"I don't know why it's taken us so long to meet," Keith Adams said. "I've just not been able to attend any of George's other parties. Very lucky man to have you for a secretary. I may have to steal you from him."
"Well, well," Jimmy Marks said when Mr. Carpenter had moved Keith Adams on to meet more people. "You are doing all right."
"Dear," Emily Marks said with a whiney voice. "Will you excuse me for a moment?"
"Sure," Jimmy said coolly.
"She's gone to take some pills. So, little Janet got old Drury's job after all."
"I'm not sure I like it," Janet said, her voice hollow.
"You mean it isn't enough?"
"Maybe. I don't know what I mean."
"That's your big problem. You don't quite fit in as a cool business broad. And you're too independent to be a sweet little housewife."
"I haven't heard such pearls of wisdom for so long. What would I have done without you?"
"You've done just fine, that's what... Frank Carpenter calls you by your first name. And you could work your way right into the president's bed if you wanted. I saw the way Keith Adams looked at you."
"Oh, you think so, do you?"
"I know so. But you better get busy. Fern Edwards has him in tow. Now there's a barracuda."
Janet glanced across the room. Mr. Carpenter and Keith Adams were talking to Fern, a girl from the typing pool Janet could not stand. She was being very gushy with Keith Adams.
"She couldn't stand a chance if you went after him," Jimmy said. "She's not really his type. Too brassy."
"You always were good at fixing me up with useful men."
"How about us? How about meeting me later?"
"I'm afraid not," she said with a cool smile. "I'll be busy later."
She walked any from him to break in on the little threesome with Fern at the center.
"How's everything going?" she said. "Mr. Adams, do you need a drink?"
She felt Fern stare daggers at her.
"You know," Keith said. "This party is about to break up so I don't think I'd be blamed if I took away the hostess. I wonder if you'd have that drink with me down in the casino, Miss Sullivan. I haven't had a chance to do any gambling yet."
"I'd be glad to, Mr. Adams."
Janet almost fell in love with him that night. There was humor in his eyes, authority in his manner. Quiet authority. Attractive authority.
They had the drink. Then with quiet, smooth grace he got her to bed.
He was an excellent lover -- considerate and passionately demanding. His body was hard and smooth, his cock long and thick. Before he slid his cock into her, he ate her pussy, licked at the crack between her buttocks, tongued and sucked at her asshole.
He fucked her fast and hard and she barely made it with him. But he lay atop her, his cock slowly fluttering to softness. She massaged the back of his neck.
"A little lower," he whispered.
She massaged his buttocks. She eased her finger into his anus.
"Ummm," he moaned softly.
And his cock began to stiffen inside her, expanding her juicy warm cuntwalls. And he fucked her again, fast and hard again, but he lasted a deliciously long orgasmic time for both of them.
As the sunlight flooded the hotel bedroom, they simply spent the morning eating one another, sucking cock, pussy, sucking asshole. And he gave his cock to her hot cunt again, amazed he still had the strength for another fuck.
He ordered breakfast from room service -- breakfast at noon.
"I don't know when I've enjoyed sex so much," he said. "Or had so much."
"I loved it too," Janet said.
"You really did, didn't you. That's why it was so good. And when we get back to San Francisco..."
"It's all right. You don't owe me anything."
"I owe you a lot," he said. "You've made me feel alive again. Do you know how long it's been since I've been to bed with a woman? My wife -- I thought maybe you'd heard... her drinking problems, her two nervous breakdowns. I thought everybody at the agency knew about that."
"No," Janet said quietly. "I hadn't."
"Anyway, that's all over now. Our divorce became final last month."
He lifted her hand to his lips.
Janet's pulse raced faster.
Janet had finished with most of the Christmas shopping early. She walked with her packages towards the Downtown Center Garage when she had parked her new Pontiac.
She heard someone call her name. She paused, looked back. A man and woman had come out of the coffee shop. The woman was very obviously pregnant.
Suddenly she realized the woman was Linda and the man was Dee McGuire.
"We thought it was you when you walked by," Dee said, giving her a friendly hug.
"My God, small world," Janet said. "Could we go some place for a drink?"
"Sorry," Dee said. "We're just on our way to the downtown terminal to get a limousine to the airport."
"We're flying down to LA," Linda said excitedly. "Dee's been hired to turn his novel into a screenplay."
"They bought it from the galley proofs," Dee explained. "It won't even be published till a couple more weeks. I'll send you a copy."
"You better," Janet said. "And congratulations."
"I hear congratulations are in order for you too," he said. "I hear you're Mrs. Adams now."
"Yes." She forced a smile.
"Who would ever have thought you'd end up as the wife of the agency president?"
Janet walked through the empty house out to the patio and slumped down in one of the wicker chairs. What she had failed to tell Dee and Linda was although Keith had divorced his first wife he was still a bigamist. He was married to his work. He was married to his work far more than he was to her.
She rarely saw him.
"Mrs. Adams," the maid's voice called to her across the patio. "Mrs. Travis is here."
"Send her out here, Ruth. And bring us some sherry, will you?"
Connie Travis could be a pain in the ass sometimes. And she drank too much sherry. But at least she was company. And sometimes she could be amusing. She knew all the gossip.
"You know what I think?" Connie said after her third sherry.
"What?" Janet asked, knowing she was about to hear another choice bit of scandal.
"I believe Mark and Sandra have become lovers."
"What makes you think that?" Janet asked with a cool, amused grin.
"My maid had it from Marge's maid. While their husbands are away working, Marge and Sandra are spending nearly every afternoon in bed together. Doesn't that shock you?"
"Not especially," Janet said.
"My God, I mean, two women. They couldn't be that desperate."
After another sherry, Connie Travis said, "They should send for a masseur. I mean if they're that desperate. After all, they're not lesbians."
"Wouldn't that be a little -- extreme? Paying a man for sex?"
"Why not," Connie said. "Men do it all the time. Besides, you do get a massage, too, if you care to waste the time on that."
"Do I hear the voice of experience?"
"All right," Connie said, sitting up straight, trying to look sober. "I know you think I'm just a silly, sexless gossip. But that's not true. I get so -- sometimes I can't stand it."
"Yes," Janet said sympathetically.
"Listen, let me give you this card. Outside service only. And believe me, the service is guaranteed the best."
Janet went upstairs to her room. Two hours till cocktail time. A lonely cocktail. Keith was in Seattle. Then she would have dinner with Mr. and Mrs. Morrison whom she hardly knew and who bored her. But they were old friend's of Keith's and felt it their duty to entertain her.
She sat on the edge of the giant-sized, four-poster bed. She lifted the phone from the receiver. She began dialing the number on the card.
"Hello," she said when a woman answered. "I got your number from Connie Travis. She gave me your card."
"Oh yes." The voice was brighter now. "We'd be very glad to help you in anyway we can."
"Perhaps -- perhaps you could send Otto over." Janet's ears burned with shame.
"I'm afraid he's out on a call right now. But I could send Mario. I'm sure you will find him quite satisfactory."
"In about an hour?"
"Yes."
When she heard the chimes at the front door, Janet strolled from the sitting room into the bedroom, leaving the door ajar. She got out of her clothes and slipped between the silk sheets naked.
She heard his heavy footsteps enter the sitting room and she began to shiver.
"In here," she called.
He came into the bedroom. She had been afraid they might send a callow youth, barely past adolescence. Thank God, they hadn't. He was a man in his late twenties. He was tall, swarthy. His hair was thick and black. He wore snug trousers, a windbreaker over a snow-white T-shirt.
Janet had tucked the covers up just to her waist so he could see her big titties.
"Join me," she said, patting the place beside her on the bed.
He gave her a sweet-wicked smile and began languidly to undress, each movement calculated, experienced.
He walked naked towards her with slow, masculine grace. His big cock was already hard. Yes, it had been wise to give him a good look at her titties.
Janet's heart beat faster.
But I'm paying for it, she thought. My God, I'm actually paying a man to -- but Connie's right. Don't men do that all the time -- pay women?
He took hold of the covers and yanked them aside. She spread her legs wide and gave him a good look at her pussy. His cock twitched.
He covered her with his warm, hard body. The coiled hairs of his chest were prickly against her breasts. She felt his cock hard, pulsating, pressed against her thigh.
"I want you to eat me first," she said huskily. "Eat my pussy, then fuck me."
"Sure," he whispered.
His tongue slid with slow sensuality down to her cunt. He pressed his mouth onto her cunt mound so that she could feel the warmth of his lips down there at her snatch. His tongue began laving her moist box, lapping up the delicious secretions. And pressing his lips tighter against her snatch, his tongue poked deeper so that he could kiss her pussy-lips.
Janet squealed, writhed, fingers clutching his thick hair. His deeply penetrating tongue drove her almost to the point of orgasm. Then he held her back, lapped his tongue back and forth across her hot sticky cunthairs.
Ummm, he was in experienced pussy-eater all right, she thought, giggling softly. He could make me last all afternoon like this.
So what if she did have to put out a few bucks. Whatever the cost it was worth it -- wasn't it? And since she was paying, that meant she was in the driver's seat... in command.
His tongue began licking vigorously at her clit.
"Yes!" she cried, "like that!"
She clutched the back of his neck hard while her body convulsed in orgasm. He kept his face pressed to her pussy for several more long delicious moments. But he moved his tongue away from her sensitive clit until she had a chance to gain her second breath.
He lifted his handsome face and smiled up at her -- his lips, his chin glistening with her cuntjuice.
"Wanna get fucked now?" he said. He knew this was the basic, right way to talk to wealthy clients.
"Yes!"
An exhilarating chill shot up her spine. His big cock entered her hungry juicy cunthole... plunged through quivering pussylips. And reached, almost, that hollow spot she felt deep inside her.
