The advent of a more liberal society has revolutionized the life of the modern American woman, opening up new vistas both professionally and personally. As with most social revolutions, however, the changes are apt to be slow and sporadic, leaving untouched many of those it hopes to reach.
One occupation, that of the secretary, reflects the uneven progress of social changewomen entering this field have long been considered slow witted and easy, with little consideration given to their true personalities of capabilities.
Living in this shadow and its traditions, the woman in this story, Mandy Jameson, casts a new light onto a profession long stereotyped. Both ambitious and adventurous, she finds herself suddenly confronted by a sexual depravity which challenges her curiosity.
SECRETARY IN HEAT--a chronicle of our times. The story of a woman trapped in a tide of lust and passion.
The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Everything was going so perfectly it was almost scary. Mandy was aware of the cab driver's glances in the mirror as he drove. Did he suspect that she'd run away from home? She tried to remember that she had to act confident. She was twenty three, not nineteen. Who would know the difference? And after all, running away from home at nineteen...no, twenty three wasn't any big deal. Besides, she already had a job waiting for her and reservations at the Central Hotel in downtown Bay City. No one was going to say anything. In this bustling city, no one would give her a second look. But what was that driver looking at?
"Central Hotel," he said, pulling to the curb. "Not the ritziest joint in town, but not the worst either." While Mandy fumbled in her purse, he leaned an arm against the back of his seat and watched her, his jaws working a big piece of gum. "Where you from, anyhow?"
"Out of town." Mandy was trying to think of how much to tip a cabdriver. She'd never had that problem in Haysville. Haysville didn't even have one cab.
"You know, if I had a chick like you working with me, we could make a killing."
"I beg your pardon?" Mandy pushed a lock of blonde hair off her cheek and looked at the man. He had quick, clever eyes and an easy smile.
"You could make five hundred a day, easy."
"Five hundred?"
"Dollars baby. You know, bucks." His eyes scanned her again. "Hell, I could line you up with some John in less than an hour from right now. You need some extra cash?"
"I certainly don't know what you're talking about." Mandy pushed a ten dollar bill at him and got out. The driver came around and got her bag out of the trunk. He was digging her change out of his pocket when Mandy grabbed her suitcase and started away.
"Hey, you gave me too much."
"You can keep it."
"Naw, you'll need it worse than I will." The driver took her arm and forced a few bills into her palm. "How old are you, anyway?"
"Twenty three," Mandy said. She wished she'd told him it was none of his business.
"Twenty three, huh? Like hell. More like eighteen or nineteen."
"Would you let go of my arm please?" Mandy realized she was almost as tall as the man. For once in her life, she didn't feel self conscious because of her size.
"Jesus Christ," the cabby said, shaking his head. "I know a couple of big shots that would pay one fifty, maybe two hundred for a go at you."
Mandy's cheeks reddened. She was getting the drift of things now. "Let go of me!"
"Here, take my card. You never know when a young girl needs a friend in the big city."
Mandy took the card just to get rid of the man. She hurried into the hotel and put her bag down in front of the desk. She was so flustered, she almost couldn't remember her name.
"Mandy Jameson. I've got a reservation."
When at last she was alone in her room, Mandy looked at the small white card with just a man's name and phone number on it. She almost threw it away. Something made her stick it into her purse.
"My first memento of the city," she said, lifting an eyebrow. "I guess a girl really has to watch out for herself around here."
Mandy started a bath running and hung her clothes up to get the wrinkles out. She had an appointment with her new employer in three hours. She wanted to freshen up from her bus ride and put Haysville behind her. She wondered if her folks would be worried when they read her note.
Stripping slowly in front of the mirror, Mandy thought of what the cabby had said to her. Instead of being angry now, she felt flattered. He had actually been propositioning her! Did she look that good?
"I guess I do," she sighed, turning sideways and arching her back so that her tits rose high and firm on her chest. They weren't humongous, but they were nice and round with little pink tips that sometimes got firm and tingly. They were firm and tingly now. Mandy ran the flat of her hand down her belly and out over the gentle curve of her hips. The small triangle of fluffy blonde curls didn't quite cover her cunt. Her hips weren't overly wide, but her ass was delicately rounded and jutted out in a sweeping curve from the small of her back. Her legs were long. Very long, very graceful. Except when she was walking or running. Then they took on a coltish, slightly awkward look. Mandy hadn't quite learned how to manage them yet. Her blue eyes sparkled as she rubbed a finger back and forth across the bridge of her short nose. "Darn freckles."
She opened a drawer to put away some panties and her mind froze, her eyes opening wide in shock as she looked at the glossy cover of the magazine lying there. Quickly, Mandy slammed the drawer shut and put her undies in the next drawer over. Her mind whirled. She was dizzy and short of breath. She realized more than ever just how sheltered a life she had led up to this point. Her preacher father and her busybody mother had forbidden her to so much as think a wrong thought. She had never in her life imagined that such magazines existed.
Gingerly, she opened the drawer again. "Oh, god in heaven." But this time she didn't slam it shut. Her body felt so odd. Her cunt was itchy and the wetness had started to seep out, darkening her pussy curls, matting them together. The young girl on the cover was sucking a man's cock! The full color picture was enlarged to show the tiniest details. Like a droplet of saliva leaking from the corner of the girl's mouth. And other things too terribly wicked to think about.
Mandy had never in her life seen a cock. But even in this picture, she couldn't see much. The girl had most of the prick inside her mouth. Mandy was panting now, shocked but fascinated. She pressed her thighs together instinctively and the pressure against the satiny flesh of her cunt made her moan softly.
Using a pencil, Mandy turned to the first page. The same girl, the same cock. But this time Mandy could see the whole, incredible length of the prick. The girl, who couldn't have been more than her own age, was using the tip of her tongue against the head. It amazed Mandy and made her tremble. It was flared out into a streamlined barb that was much darker than the rest of the man's shaft. It was dark like a bruised plum. It glistened with spit. The girl's tongue looked so soft. The man's cock looked so hard.
"I don't believe this," Mandy gasped, using the pencil eraser to turn another page. Again, she almost slammed the drawer shut. But she didn't. She stared instead at the picture of the young girl sprawled on her back on a bed, her knees bent and open. With a glistening forefinger, the girl touched herself. Touched a little lump of flesh that nestled , between the plump lips of her cunt. Her face had a dazed, heavy lidded look to it. As if she were experiencing the most wonderful pleasure. The other fingers of her hand were cocked back daintily so that just that one finger touched her slippery nub.
A tingle went through Mandy. She had one of those nubs, too. But her mother had given her a lecture when she was a very young girl. Not in any circumstance was Mandy ever to touch herself. And especially not that little nub. For nineteen years, Mandy had obeyed. But sometimes in the night, she awoke all hot and shivery. And she knew it had something to do with that little nub. Often, as the dream trickled through her half conscious mind, she would squirm her pussy lips down against the mattress and a lovely, weightless feeling would come over her. Then a sharp, almost unbearable pleasure would knife through her suddenly and she would writhe uncontrollably until sleep finally took her again. In the morning, she had always told herself it was a silly dream. That nothing had really happened at all. But her panties were always damp, clinging tightly to her swollen cunt after such a dream. Mandy had never had the courage to mention the phenomenon to her mother.
But the girl in the magazine was doing exactly what Mandy had been warned not to do. The girl was exciting herself like the dream had excited Mandy. She was intentionally bringing on the pleasure Mandy's mother had told her to avoid. Mandy quickly turned the page.
The girl was shown in another pose, her finger still dipping into the plumpness of her cunt. But another figure entered the photograph. The man again, visible only from the waist down. The girl's free hand was holding his cock as he seemed to be lowering himself towards her. On the facing page, the man's cock was closer to the girl's cunt. But her finger was still pressing that little nub. Her face was twisted in an agony of pleasure.
Mandy's legs were shaking now. She was breathing hard and fast. And she felt a hot trickle of juice leak down the inside of her thigh. When Mandy saw what was on the next page, she slammed the drawer shut, almost pinching her finger.
"I do wish they'd clean up the rooms better when somebody moves out." Talking to herself, Mandy went into the bathroom and turned off the bath water. She was outwardly angry at the pervert who'd occupied her room before her. Another part of her mind was trying to reconstruct what might have happened. Though it was silly, she was imagining that the girl in the magazine had stayed there, had done those very things right on her bed.
Mandy was in the water now, splashing her tits, rubbing soap between her fingers. It was an unconscious impulse that made her rub lather across her nipples. Usually, she squeezed water from a washrag over them to avoid any unladylike behavior. But this touch, this soapy friction made her groan as her clit throbbed under the hot water. Yes, that was what the girls at school called it, Clit.
"Ohhh, my," Mandy sighed, soaping her tits again. It felt too good to stop. And after all, there wasn't really anything wrong with a girl washing her own tits. It was odd how her mother had always made her feel that it was.
By now her nipples were darker and longer and much more sensitive. She lay back in the tub, letting her long, lanky body float upwards. Her cunt mound broke the surface. She lay a hand casually across one thigh, a fingertip dangerously close to the spot where the girl in the magazine had touched herself, her pussy!
"No, it's wrong." Yet even as she said this, Mandy realized she was no longer under the influence of her parents. She was grown up, on her own, in her own hotel room. In a little bit, she'd go to meet her first employer. She was going to be a secretary, going to make her own money and her own decisions. Her long, thin finger moved a bit closer to the blonde curls of her cunt mound.
"I shouldn't...I'd better not." She pulled her hand away and quickly sat up. She finished her bath as quickly as possible, pulled the plug and stood on the bathmat, rubbing herself dry. But she was trembling like a leaf. Her mind was flooded with the images she'd seen in that damned magazine. Images of fucking and sucking.
Sitting on her bed, Mandy shook baby oil onto her palm and rubbed her legs. She worked the oil into her skin, pretending to be occupied with this simple chore. But the slick feel of the oil on her fingers had other things going through her head. She saw that her cunt was more swollen that normal. Her clit already pooched out a little. And it looked a bit dry. Mandy dumped more oil onto her fingertips and took a deep breath.
Twice she withdrew her touch before the contact was made. A droplet of baby oil fell against her clit and just the sight of it spreading made Mandy shiver. She was afraid that the first touch might be the beginning of the end. She was ready to feel some awful, heavy guilt descend upon her.
Until at last she could resist the temptation no longer. Her hips were already squirming as she pressed three oily fingers up against her cunt and rubbed them up and down.
"Yuuuhhhh," she groaned, the sudden thrill taking away her breath. She hadn't expected anything quite so intense. Her hips rocked from side to side as she massaged the oil into her dainty pink flesh. Her cunt folds bloomed outward as she rubbed. She was getting very spongy now and very hot. The oil made slick, sexy sounds as she worked it into the deeper crevices of her pussy.
"Pussy," she sighed, letting the strange word linger on her lips. She'd heard the term but never in her life said it out loud. A girlfriend had told her that men liked to call a girl's cunt a pussy. Mandy let her middle finger dive down along the length of her pussy. There were lots of little folds and bumps and hot places. She caressed herself again like this, letting her fingertip glide along the oil slickened flesh, feeling her body respond to this gentle stimulation. It was heavenly! Was this what her mother had warned her against? Was there some hidden evil in touching your own pussy?
"Maybe I should stop." But when she tried to withdraw her fingers, Mandy found she had lost the willpower to quit exciting herself. And she was getting excited. Very excited.
"Ohhhhh, god...." she panted, flopping back on the bed, her heels hooked on the edge of the mattress, knees bent. She realized she was in almost exactly the same position as the girl in the magazine. She tried to mimic what she remembered, her forefinger pointed delicately, her other fingers curled back. Her toes pointed. Her knees spread.
"Uhhhhh," she moaned, her head swaying. Blonde hair fell across her eyes. Her chest heaved. Oh, why did it feel so good? It was really too good to stop now. Her fingers had a life of their own, sliding, searching over the oily, swollen surfaces between the lips of her cunt. "Mmmmmmm!"
Now Mandy was aware of a different smell in the air. It was musky, her own sex perfume that the excitement was causing. She moved her hips forward and back, her narrow back arching up from the bed, then humping down into the mattress as she forced her cunt upward. By now she was almost clawing at the overheated flesh. Her pussy throbbed, flaming with an itchy pleasure she'd never before experienced. It was an exhilarating, mind blowing pleasure. And it never for a moment stayed the same. It just kept getting better!
"Ohhhhh, I can't stand it much longer! Ohhhh, I never knew it would be like this...."
The bed thumped as her ass danced up and down. She concentrated on her clit now. It seemed the most sensitive place of all. Her fingers circled and probed. She squeezed her clit between thumb and fingertip. She fanned it with all the fingers of her hand as if she were strumming a guitar. The juicy, squishy sounds made her buck. She was having a hard time breathing now. Her eyes went out of focus.
"Whhhuuhh, ohhhhhh, god!"
An exquisite pain went through her cunt. No, it wasn't pain. It was just something so good that it hurt a little bit. She rolled her hips violently, her fingers hurrying to catch the tickle that was driving her mad. She caught it. Suddenly, her body whipped around as if she were being electrocuted. She kicked and squalled, her ass lurching, pumping, plunging. She couldn't scratch the tickle hard enough. Mandy thought for a moment that she'd gone too far. She was going to die of some forbidden sexual act. She was going to die in the throes of some erotic fit that was too powerful for such a young girl to live through.
"Ohhh, ouch, woweeeee."
Her body twisted with the contortions of ecstasy. She smeared baby oil up and down her cunt as her slim hips beat the bed. She was drooling now, her pulse beating loudly in her ears. She breathed like it might be her last moment of life. Her belly sucked in under her ribs as tremors of pleasure went through her loins.
At last she lay exhausted, her long, thin arms thrown out, her legs open wide so that one foot dangled off the bed. She stayed like that for a long while, breathing deeply and steadily while her mind tried to explain the unexplainable. How could anything ever feel that good? And this time she hadn't dreamed anything. She'd made it happen herself.
When she sat up, she began to feel guilty. Had she sunk to some awful depths of wickedness? She thought of the girl in the magazine. A girl who would suck a man's cock. The kind of girl who might accept the offer the cabby had made. Mandy wasn't that type of girl at all. She felt horrible now. The sight of her oily fingers made her wince.
"I don't have time to get all worked up. I've got an interview." She jumped from the bed and made her way unsteadily to the dresser. She couldn't goof up now. Her future as an independent young woman depended on this job. Quickly, she began to dress.
"You can sit over there, Miss Jameson," the man told her. He was on the tall side, with a trim, well cared for body and craggy good looks. Mandy guessed he was something just over forty. He was her new boss, Mr. J.W. Waltham. But she was a bit confused. It appeared that she'd be working here, at his house. He had a fully equipped office with a secretary already stationed outside. Mandy began to wonder what her own duties might be.
"I read your references carefully, Mandy. You don't mind if I call you Mandy?" Of course she didn't. "You can stay here in my house if you'd like. There's a room upstairs. It might be better since I'll be needing you at odd times of the night and day."
"I see."
"I'm in the investment business. I'll be expecting you to take care of personal details that I don't have time for. Take calls, reply to personal mail. Do a favor or two when someone flies in from out of town."
"I see," Mandy repeated. She really didn't understand at all. But Mr. Waltham was explaining.
"You see, I mix business with pleasure very often. I'll take a client out to eat and we talk over business matters there. These clients are often alone. And they're very appreciative of a little feminine companionship."
"Oh."
"You'll be treated royally, I can assure you." He came around the desk. "You can consider such duty like you might a date back in your home town. Just be there for some lonely man to talk to. You'd be surprised how much better the wheels of business turn when a man has a pretty girl at his side."
Mandy rose and let her new boss take her hand. She was trembling with the newness of all this. She'd thought only of an eight to five desk job when she'd sent her application and picture. Now she understood why Mr. Waltham wanted the picture. It made her nervous.
"I'll show you your desk," he said. "And please call me Jimmy." He squeezed her hand. "I insist."
"Yes, Jimmy," she said, her voice unsteady. She followed him through a paneled door. The small room next to his own office was more fitting for a queen than a young secretary. A plush rug, expensive art hung around here and there, even statuary. There was a long, leather couch, large enough to sleep on, a few more chairs in matching decor.
"I hope this will do."
"It's lovely. I hope I live up to your expectations."
"I'm sure you will." Jimmy gave her hand one last squeeze. "A word of warning about my son. You'll see him around. He's not worth much and he'll probably try to waste your time. Just remember your only duties are to me. You don't have to be nice to him just because he's the boss's son."
"Yes, sir," Mandy said, trying to take all this in.
"Call me Jimmy. Remember?"
"Yes, Jimmy." Her boss leaned forward quickly and kissed her temple. Mandy didn't know what to do, so she did nothing. But the soft, lingering kiss went straight down her body. It was almost as if her cunt had been kissed. She tried to hide the way her breathing had gotten so ragged and wild.
"And I'll let you decide whether you want to stay here or elsewhere. Think about it."
"For the time being, I'll keep my room at the hotel," she said.
"As you wish."
On her way out of Jimmy's office, she caught a look from the secretary. It wasn't especially a nice look. Mandy saw envy in it. She couldn't understand why. The tawny, dark haired girl looked like a movie starlet. Her satin dress fit her like sin itself, and Mandy felt a little dowdy by comparison. Jimmy introduced the girl as Tanya. He called her his right arm.
In the hallway outside, he leaned close to whisper into Mandy's ear. "You'll be my left arm, you see." Mandy had the funny feeling that this rich and powerful man was a little crazy.
CHAPTER TWO
The first week went by quickly. Mandy tried to fit in around the place. She learned what Jimmy wanted in the way of help. She began to answer a pile of personal letters, most of them polite acknowledgements of a favor. She was starting to feel a little important. Maybe she deserved the plush office she'd been awarded. After all, her job was important to her boss's success. She delivered long distance messages in a cheerful, breathy voice, just the way Jimmy had instructed her to do. He told her she was doing fine. And on Friday, she met Jimmy's son, Tom.
He came in around lunch. Mandy had been about to go out when the tall young man blocked the doorway, a crooked smile on his face. There was no mistaking him. He looked a lot like his father.
"If I knew my old man had hired a new one, I'd have gotten her sooner. College is such a bore these days."
"If you'll excuse me, I was about to go to lunch."
Without warning, Tommy grabbed her arms and pushed her against the wall. His kiss smeared her lipstick and his hips rubbed against hers. Mandy was too shocked to fight him. She could feel the throbbing of something hard against her belly. Tom's hands swept down her back, caressing the outward curve of her ass. His touching made her feel giddy. At last, she had the presence of mind to push him away.
"Your father warned me about you."
"I'll bet."
"I don't have to be treated like this," she said. "But you won't say anything."
Tommy grabbed her again. This time, his hand went under her skirt. She dropped her purse and pounded against his back. But his lips were so hot and wet. He was sucking the air from her lungs, it seemed. His hand, under her skirt, probing, petting . . .
"Noooo! Ohhhhhh, stop! Don't...."
His fingers edged along the elastic of her panties now. He stretched the lace away from her thigh. Suddenly, she knew that his finger wasn't outside the narrow band of nylon. He was fingering her cunt!
"Nhhhuuhh," she groaned, still beating her fists against him, but weaker now. Her hips rocked uncontrollably. It was too much like how it had felt when she'd excited herself that first time. And after that first finger fuck with the baby oil, Mandy had abstained totally from any self stimulation. She'd put sex out of her mind completely. And she'd hoped that the memories wouldn't come back to haunt her.
But Tommy's finger moved gently across her clit now and it was all too much to bear. She felt starved for this touching, as much as she hated him for attacking her.
"No, not any more! Now leave me alone!"
But Tommy was strong. He had her pushed back against her desk now. He forced her down onto it. A paperweight was swept off by her struggles. A sheaf of paper flew across the rug. Tommy jerked the hem of her skirt up suddenly, baring her damp panties and her long, white thighs.
"You're crazy!" Mandy screamed, clutching for something to hit him with. Tommy knocked the stapler from her hand before she could use it. Then he hooked a finger under her panty crotch and stretched it to one side.
"Christ, you're lovely."
Mandy tried to kick him, but Tommy had already thrust his head between her legs and was almost breathing against her cunt. Now that her panties were stretched aside to reveal her naked cunt, he pinned her wrists to the desktop and pushed his mouth forward suddenly.
One second Mandy was fighting like a wildcat. The next second she was trembling as her back arched up from the desk and her head flopped over the edge. Her long blonde hair swept across the carpet as she tried to catch her breath. She couldn't move, couldn't think. Because Tommy Waltham was eating her cunt! He chewed her plump lips, dove deeper with his tongue. In all her life, Mandy had never suspected that anything could feel quite so sexy as having her pussy sucked.
"Uhhhhhnnn," she groaned, gathering her will to fight him again. But her movements were awkward and uncoordinated. Her shoes slipped off as she brought her feet back to kick her attacker away. But the more she bent her knees and the harder she tried to hook her heels against his shoulders, the more her pussy was stretched open.
"Yuummmmmm," Tom breathed, his tongue lapping hungrily across her feverish cunt flesh.
At last, Mandy hooked her heel at the front of one of the boy's shoulders. But when she tried to straighten her leg to push him away, she found she had no strength. His hungry mouth slurped up and down her open cunt. She could feel his spit mingling with her juices and running down the crack of her ass. Weakly, she tried to pull her panty crotch back across her naked slit. Tommy stopped her easily, pinning her wrist against the desk again.
"Ohhh, ohhhhhh, god! Please, stop doing that...."
But he wouldn't. His mouth was so hot! It was slick, too, and he seemed to be sucking the delicate pink flesh of her cunt deep into his mouth. That feeling of suction made Mandy whimper helplessly. Her ass began to move up and down.
Thrills knifed through her. Mandy realized that these sharp edges of pleasure were being caused by Tommy's tongue. He would make it very hard and push it up and down the deepest part of her cunt. The constant, slick rubbing was making her lose all sense of right and wrong. And when he licked her clit, she squealed uncontrollably.
"Mmmmmm, god damn, you taste good."
"No, stop it! Please, stop it." Yet through all her protestations, Mandy couldn't keep still. Her slim hips plunged from side to side, bucked up and down. She'd drawn her heels back again, hoping to kick Tommy away. But again, that position only opened her young, hot pussy all the more. And with it open like that, Tommy wallowed his mouth back and forth against her cunt until she thought she was losing her mind.
The tickling pleasure she'd experienced before was throbbing through her cunt. But a finger was nothing compared to what Jimmy's son was doing to her with his mouth. He seemed to know exactly how to make her feel hot. He nibbled on her inner cunt folds now, drinking the slick juice that flooded out. The sound of what he was doing was wicked enough. But the soft, sliding friction drove Mandy ever closer to the brink. She could feel the energy building up in her loins.
"Nhhhaaaaahh!"
"Yeah, baby, you like it, don't you?"
"No!"
Her thighs tightened. Her chest heaved. Her nipples felt like they were on fire. Tommy was moving his mouth up and down rapidly between her open thighs. She was being licked and devoured. Her ass went rigid, lifting her pussy upward for the boy to feast upon.
Mandy was experiencing the strangest mix of emotions. She was shocked and ashamed of what was happening to her. Yet the more it did happen and the longer it went on, the weaker became her will. It was all so slick and itchy and maddening. Like her finger games, only a hundred times better.
And even if she had possessed the strength to push Tommy Waltham away, it was too late now. She gave a choked squeal and her ass beat upon the edge of the desk. Then she was coming.
Tommy pushed her knees so wide she thought she'd split in two. He licked and sucked and stabbed at her with his tongue until Mandy thought she'd lost her mind. The pleasure swirled through her mind like a hurricane. Her body lurched and twisted as the same pleasure throbbed up and down her long legs, through the small of her back and through the softness of her belly. She felt the ecstasy everywhere! It was engulfing her, pushing her to the brink of unconsciousness.
"Yuuuhhhhhh," she gasped, not even fighting him now. Her hands rested on his shoulders as she tried to lift herself. But when she looked, all Mandy could see was the boy's eyes and nose. His mouth was hidden by her fluffy blonde cunt hair. She could see him rooting around between the lips of her pussy. His nose glistened with her juice. His cheeks were smeared with it. And she was coming! Coming in a glorious burst of pleasure that made her too weak to hold her head up.
"Ohhhhhh, Tommeeeeee!"
Mandy was glad she'd fainted. She hadn't completely passed out, just faded a little. She could hear Tommy running water in the little bathroom just off her office. He rubbed the damp rag across her face. When she made whimpering noises, he put his mouth close to her ear.
"You'd better keep quiet about this. You wouldn't want to lose your job, would you?"
Mandy was angry and perturbed, but she couldn't think of what to say.
"Tommy, listen, I...."
"I've got to get going. I'll be seeing you around." He gave her a knowing wink. At that instant she hated him. She struggled to pull her dress down. Her panties were still stretched to one side, hooked over one swollen lip of her cunt.
"If you think you can get away with this, you're crazy!" she said loudly.
"Remember my warning," he said, pointing a finger at her. She felt suddenly as if she were the guilty one. Though she'd been helpless to stop the boy's attack, maybe his father wouldn't understand. And had she really tried her very hardest to stop him in the first place? Tommy was still there, smiling at her now.
"You loved it. Don't be making up any silly little stories about how you didn't."
"I didn't want you to do it!" Mandy cried, thoroughly mixed up now. But Tommy was gone and she was there by herself, her mind still swimming with confusion. At last, she went to the small bathroom and freshened herself up. She held a wet washrag against her cunt for a while until the swelling went down. She was still breathing hard. It made her feel funny to think of what had happened to her. She could still see Tommy rubbing his face up and down between her thighs. God, he'd actually licked her there! It was all a crazy dream. Now that she was alone again, Mandy tried to convince herself that it hadn't really happened at all.
That afternoon wasn't an easy one. Though Jimmy didn't seem to suspect that his son had been hanging around, Mandy was sure the man must have sensed her guilt. Of course, she couldn't know this for sure, but through the rest of the day, she hardly raised her head from her work. Her cunt was still throbbing from the hot licking it'd received. Her mind wandered aimlessly. But at last, her workday was drawing to a close. She was putting things away and cleaning off her desk when Mr. Waltham came in.
"Where are you eating tonight?" he asked.
"Oh, I'll pick something up before I go back to the hotel."
"Why don't you eat with me and I can drop you off there."
It seemed that a particular answer was expected of her and Mandy guessed what that would be. "Thank you, I'd like to," she said. Actually, she'd hoped to be alone. She was still afraid that her manner might make Jimmy suspicious. She had not really recovered from the attack of Jimmy's son. Her cunt still throbbed from the hot, slick suction of his mouth.
The restaurant where Jimmy took her was elegant. Mr. Waltham ordered wine. She pretended to be used to such things, though she'd never had an alcoholic drink in her life. She was fascinated by the floor show, a sultry singer and piano player. Ritzy looking people passed their table. Mandy felt like a lost child. But she was having a good time. The wine had made her forget a little of what Jimmy's son had done to her.
"I just wanted to get you used to imagine places," Jimmy said. A couple of nights next week I'd appreciate it if you'd have dinner with a business acquaintance of mine." Jimmy poured her more wine.
"Will we come here?"
"We might. I'm going to take you out shopping tomorrow. We'll buy you some new things to wear."
Mandy felt like she was in the middle of a Cinderella story. Wasn't it a bit strange for a girl who'd just started working for someone to be getting all these benefits? But then she wasn't familiar with the ways of the city. And after all, she was Jimmy's personal secretary.
After dinner, they drove to a imagine apartment building. Jimmy acted like he had a surprise for her. He handed Mandy the key to the door after a long ride in the elevator.
"We must be all the way to the top," she said, pushing the door open.
"It's the penthouse apartment," Jimmy told her. "And you can keep the key."
"What?" She turned, her blue eyes wide.
"I'll consider it a business deduction," Jimmy said, guiding her by the shoulder. "But you can come up here whenever you want. You can even live here if you decide to."
Mandy sat on the couch, her eyes dazzled by the sumptuous apartment. She thought of living here. The more she thought of living here, the less inviting her hotel room seemed. Mr. Waltham opened the refrigerator and brought out a bottle of chilled wine.
"I'm already dizzy from the wine at the restaurant," she said when he handed her a glass.
"A little more won't hurt you."
A little more didn't hurt at all. Mandy was starting to get a little drunk. Then she was a lot drunk. She remembered Jimmy turning on the hi-fi...her hi-fi he told her. She danced with him, her body warm against his. He nuzzled her hair. It seemed a little too intimate, but with the wine working in her blood, nothing was really all that strange. Mandy had never been drunk? It was a crazy, wonderful feeling. She couldn't believe that all this was happening to her. A great boss, a wonderful job, and this apartment if she wanted it.
"Can I move in tomorrow?" she asked.
"You can move in tonight."
"Oh, let's dance some more. My parents never liked me to dance."
Mandy's long legs flew across the rug. Jimmy was holding her very close. She would have been uncomfortable if it hadn't been for the wine. To have her body pressed so tightly against his. But with her head swimming with alcohol, it was nice. Even when Jimmy's hand slipped down to the small of her back, then slipped down farther.
"I'm out of breath," she said, sensing a danger she couldn't quite put her finger on. What was happening? Jimmy's eyes looked so soft. He kept smiling at her like she was some kind of priceless art object.
Mandy kicked off her shoes. She was dancing alone now, giggling, whirling. Jimmy caught her wrist but she pulled away. She stopped to drink more wine. Jimmy's hands were at her waist. He pulled her back against him. She felt his hands sweeping gently down her body. Her pert, plump ass pressed against him and she felt a hardness.
Normally, Mandy would have been shocked and embarrassed. But the wine seemed to dull that. She wasn't even afraid. She just pulled away from her boss. It was getting late. She knew she'd better be getting to bed.
"I feel so funny," she slurred. "I think I've had too much to drink."
"You should stay here tonight."
"I don't have any of my things."
It seemed crazy. Her boss led her to the bedroom, opened a closet and stepped back for her to see. There were nightgowns, all of them new! They were the loveliest things Mandy had ever set eyes on. Some were red, some blue, some pink. She was too dizzy with wine to protest when Jimmy pulled one from a hanger and held it out.
In the bathroom, she wiggled into it. There was a full length mirror on the door and when she saw how she looked, she almost pulled the gown off again.
"Come on out, I want to see how you look."
There were all kinds of warnings going off in her head. Something wasn't quite right about all this. Alone with her boss in a imagine apartment he was going to let her use. Modeling a sexy nightgown for him. And it was sexy. So sexy that Mandy blushed at her reflection despite the wine she'd gulped down. It cut low across her tits, showing her youthful cleavage, almost showing her tits, too.
The gown fit her waist like skin. Red satin skin. And it was cut prfectly to cling to her slim hips, her fully rounded asscheeks, even her thighs. It was a long gown, but the sides were slit well above the knee. She was still looking at herself, hardly believing the transformation when Jimmy jerked the door open.
"Beautiful," he said. He'd taken off his coat and his shirt was unbuttoned halfway down his chest. His dark hair was mussed and that softness was in his eyes again. A softness with a certain hard edge behind it.
"Thanks for the wonderful evening," Mandy said, starting around him. A hand caught her waist. She felt his fingers sliding over her ass. Through the sheer material the touch was very sexy.
"You've still got your panties on. A girl should never bother with panties when she's wearing something as beautiful as this."
"But...."
"Come on Mandy, take them off."
"I...."
"Be a good sport."
Mandy was too drunk to argue. A good sport. Sure, she wanted to be a good sport. Especially if her boss wanted her to be a good sport. She hiccupped loudly and reached up under the slits in the sides of her gown. She let her undies fall around her ankles and stepped out of them.
Jimmy went down on one knee, picking her panties up like they were some object to be worshipped. He pressed them against his face, taking a deep, slow breath.
Mandy's nipples tingled as the gown slid across them. Her cunt throbbed. She was remembering things again. Naughty things. What was she doing here, anyway? It was wrong. She had to get dressed again, had to get Mr. Waltham to take her back to the hotel.
"Come here, Mandy," he said. She felt herself pulled against his chest. Her tits pressed against him. His hands pulled her ass forward so that she felt his cock. Even inside his pants it felt hard and hot. "Let's go to bed, Mandy. Right now!"
CHAPTER THREE
Mandy remembered running. She remembered heavy footsteps behind her. She remembered an arm circling her waist, a hot mouth opening against the nape of her neck. Shivers of excitement jolted through her then, making her long legs wobble. She was panting. She was being dragged back into the bedroom.
"Drink this," Jimmy said, pushing a wine glass under her nose.
"No."
"Drink it." Mandy drank. Hands were so hot.
Mouth was so wet on her shoulder. Why had she put on this gown in the first place? To go to bed. Yes, it was sleepy time. But her boss didn't seem to be much interested in sleep.
On the bed now her shoulders pushed down. Jimmy nuzzled against her tits. She felt his tongue against her nipple. She pushed weakly at his head but couldn't find any strength. Jimmy had one shoulder strap down now as he eased the lacy top of the gown away from her quivering tit. In the light from the bathroom, her tit gleamed white and perfect, her pink nipple erect.
"No! Don't kiss me there!"
But Jimmy was kissing her. He was sucking her, his teeth teasing her nipple until she could hardly get her breath. And under her gown, his hands were moving, feeling, squeezing. Mandy squirmed harder.
"Here, give me your hand," he gasped. "No!"
Her wrist was grabbed roughly and then she felt the hard, hot length of his cock. She closed her fist, refusing to touch him. He uncurled her fingers and made them wrap around his hot prick.
It was the first time in her life she'd ever done anything like that! But having his hot, throbbing cock in her palm made strange shivers go up and down her body. Mandy tried to make her mind work. She was so drunk! And Jimmy was kissing her neck, then her mouth.
His tongue went between her teeth before she could stop him. She groaned as his fingers opened her cunt lips. Her gown was pulled up around her waist now, revealing her long, perfect legs and the fluff of blonde curls. Jimmy dug between her plump cunt lips, revealing the glistening pink flesh inside.
Mandy gasped and tried to buck her way loose. Her weak movements were useless. Her boss's finger petted her clit tenderly. The tiny nub became a juicy finger of flesh that pulled away from its protective hood. He kept rubbing her as he kissed his way down over her tits, then her belly.
"Ohhhhh, god...."
"What a beautiful, long legged bitch you are," Jimmy whispered. "But you've got a few things to learn. You do want to help me in my business affairs, don't you?"
Mandy didn't have time for an answer. Her body heaved upwards from the bed as Jimmy's mouth reached her cunt. His tongue felt like fire as he whipped it down along her open pussy. He began to flick it rapidly across her clit, his thumb pressing in against her cherry now.
Weakly, she tried to close her legs. Jimmy had wedged his shoulders between them. She pushed with both hands at the top of his head. He grabbed her wrists and held them while he continued to feast with agonizing slowness at the sensitive flesh of her pussy.
"Ohhh, ohhhhhhh!" Mandy gasped. Her head swayed, spilling her long blonde hair across the pillow. It was like when Tommy had done it earlier that day. Except better. Slower. More tantalizing. She wished she wasn't so drunk. What was happening to her will?
When she pulled her hand away from Jimmy's cock, he just made her grab it again. She didn't like to hold it. It throbbed. It was so hot! And the skin slid up and down too easily. She wondered what might be under that sliding, warm skin.
Jimmy stopped licking her cunt and worked his way back up her writhing body. His slippery mouth pressed and sucked her as he went. He took his time at her navel, diving into it with his tongue until even that felt sexy. Mandy knew her mind was not working right. Her skin flushed with excitement as this strong, handsome man fondled and stroked her tits and cunt.
He was lying almost on top of her now, one hand behind her back, the other one touching the hand she held him with to make sure she kept touching.
"Have you ever fucked before, Mandy?"
"No! And I don't want to. It's wrong. It's...."
"I'm glad you feel like that. Because it's fun to show a girl like you just how much fun fucking is."
His cock throbbed against her fingers.
"I don't want to!" Mandy pulled her hand away and pushed at Jimmy's shoulders. He kissed her mouth hard and her struggles grew weak. Why did it feel like that when his tongue went so deep? Why was her heart pounding so fast?
His hips moved between her thighs. Again, Mandy felt panic. She couldn't fight his strength. And the things he was doing to her made her feel so helpless.
"Don't...ohhhhhh, Jimmee!"
Her cunt was being touched by something hot and hard. Something that spread her cunt lips until the feverish, juice drenched pinkness of her pussy felt the hardness, too. Mandy wriggled her hips in fear. It was Jimmy's cock! He was going to . . .
"I'm going to fuck you, Mandy."
She was frantic! Her ass lurched from side to side as she tried to avoid his cock. She pushed hard against her boss's shoulders, but he merely knocked her hands aside and began to nurse hungrily on one of her firm, white tits.
"No! Ohhhhh, god, don't do this to me!"
But Jimmy wasn't doing it quite yet. He was holding his cock in his hand, petting the open flesh of her pussy. He petted upward, then slowly downward. The sound of her juices smearing across his exposed cock head made Mandy's back arch up from the bed.
"You can't...I'm a virgin...."
He kissed her mouth then and her protests were smothered. Though she tried not to let herself feel anything, it was like trying to stop a waterfall, her flesh tingled. Her heart pounded faster than ever. An itchy sensation burned across the swollen pinkness of her cunt. It was the touch of Jimmy's cock that was doing it. She couldn't escape his hot, throbbing prick.
Now the strong man brought her legs up. He wasn't in a hurry and seemed unperturbed by her refusal to cooperate. But despite her awkward struggles, Mandy was helpless to really stop him. He pushed her knees toward her body until they were almost touching her tits. This opened her young cunt wider than it had ever been opened before. She could feel all her dainty, hidden pussy folds revealing themselves. And Jim took advantage. He rubbed her harder with his cock, tracing the plump lines of her outer lips, the dainty squiggles of her smaller inner lips. He used a slow circular motion to rub her clit. He rubbed it until she could no longer think and could hardly breathe. "Enough...ohhhh, that's enough."
"You know that's not enough," Jim gasped, his voice husky. He'd hooked his shoulders under her knees to keep her legs back. And she could feel his cock pressing harder into her cunt.
"No!" Mandy wriggled furiously. "Not there!
Don't push on me th...th...ohhhhh!"
A sting of pain made her wince. She still worked her ass from side to side, trying to spoil Jimmy's aim. But his cock tip had nestled into the soft, red spot where her cherry was. And as a trickle of something hot leaked down her ass, she knew that he'd injured her already.
"Whhhaaahh," she babbled, trying hard to straighten her legs. But Jimmy humped his back up, his hips driving forward. There was a wet sound of penetration. His cock tip plowed her soft flesh open and her pussy gave. There was another sting of pain. It lasted only a second, and then she could feel his thick cock head sliding into the circle of muscles that was her pussy hole.
The sensations was so unexpected and so new that at first Mandy couldn't even cry out. She just lay there writhing, her eyes wide with fear, her mouth open for the scream that never came.
"Nhhhaaaahhh," she whined, afraid to move violently now. Because the feeling of being stabbed had grown more intense. She could sense just how big Jimmy's prick was! It was stretching her until it hurt. When she moved, his fat knob rubbed her in sides. And that made her feel giddy and strange.
"Ohhh, you're fucking me," Mandy groaned. She'd never used that word in her life, but now it had popped right out. And as she said it, Jimmy dug his fingers into her ass and thrust again. She quivered, her face going pale as the head of his cock speared another inch into her slick, tight pussy.
Mandy could hardly bear to watch Jimmy's face. When he thrust like that, his eyes glazed over and his mouth hung open as he tried to get his breath. She realized with a shock that it was her own cunt that was causing this. She could feel her muscles spasming whenever he tried to get deeper. Her slippery pussy would close down around his cock, the satin smooth surfaces of her cunt smearing hot juice all over his shaft. But it was the tip that she felt most of all. It swelled and shrank with a throbbing rhythm. It was so big and fat inside her cunt, exciting wildly.
"Ohhhhh, Jimmy, you've done what you wanted to do. Now leave me alone."
"Baby, you're too sweet to and tight for me to stop now. I want to feel how deep you go."
"Deep? You mean you want to put more...ohhhhh, no."
Again Mandy tried to straighten her long legs. But Jimmy braced his shoulders against the undersides of her calves and thrust his ass forward. There was another juicy sound as his cock opened more of her twat. She was still bleeding, but there was no pain. There was something else instead and that frightened Mandy even more.
"Stop...I'm losing my mind!" she screamed.
"How does it feel, Mandy?"
"Awful!"
"No, it doesn't. Tell me the truth." He kissed her tit, his tongue raking across her nipple until her back arched and she trembled with lust.
"It's driving me crazy. It itches so bad!"
"Where?"
"My cunt! It tingles and burns and when you...ohhhhh!"
"Where else does it feel good?" he asked wickedly.
"My tits...when you lick them...." Mandy realized that Jimmy was getting the answers he wanted, that she'd been tricked. "No, it's awful. You're hurting me!"
"Like this?" He gave her another inch. His cock swelled as he drew it back again. The barb of his tip seemed to be pulling her insides out with it.
"Yaahhhhhh!"
"In and out," he gasped against her ear. "In and out of your tight little cunt. God, you're hot! Hotter than any girl I've had."
"Hot...." Mandy babbled, her head swaying from side to side savagely.
"I'm hot, too. Can't you feel me?" he panted.
"Yes! Too big! All swollen up inside me. Hurting me!"
"But making you wriggle. Why are you squirming like that, Mandy?"
"Can't help it...got to scratch the itch!" she shrieked. "The itch?"
"Yesss! Ohhhhh it tickles so bad. It's making me feel like...like.. . . "
"Like what Mandy?" Jimmy's mouth covered her ear, his tongue teasing the delicate whorl until she whimpered.
"Like when I can't stand it any more and then I kind of go crazy and...."
"Come. Isn't that what you're trying to say?"
"Yessss!" she howled.
"You're going to come if I keep doing this."
"Yes! Stop doing it. I don't want to come!" she bellowed.
To her surprise, Jimmy stopped moving. He lay down upon her, his chest mashing her tits, his mouth warm and wet against her neck. His hands were still, cupping her ass. He'd let her legs down a little, but she couldn't get them closed. Her thighs were wedged apart by his body. And his cock stayed deep, throbbing every few seconds until Mandy wanted to scream.
"Mandy, you've started to squirm again."
"Can't help it!" she hissed.
"But you don't want me to go on fucking you, do you?"
"No! Take it out!" she gasped.
Again, Jimmy's reaction surprised her. He withdrew his cock slowly, letting her feel every inch sliding out of the tight grasp of her cunt. But when just the head was still inside her hot hole, he stopped.
"You want me to take it out now?"
"I...I...."
"Why aren't you answering me? Why are you wiggling like that?" he asked.
It was true. Mandy couldn't stop the side to side movement of her ass. She was plunging, rolling her hips, rubbing the stiff, swollen cock that was just inside her pussy.
"If I take it out," Jimmy whispered against her ear, "you won't feel the pleasure any more."
"...won't feel?" Mandy babbled.
"No, and that tickle you were telling me about, you won't feel that either."
"Ohhh, ohhhhh, god."
"You want me to fuck you, don't you, Mandy?"
She bit her lip. Why had she drunk so much? Why had she let this happen? Why had she put on that damned nightgown? Her hips lurched and the tickle grew more intense.
"Do something to me!" she cried, flinging her head to one side. "Ohhhh, god, do something."
"First, I want answers to a few questions. You're not really twenty three, are you?" he asked.
"No."
"How old?"
"Nineteen."
"You ran away from home?"
"I'm legal age," she panted, her ass moving faster. Her hands slipped down Jimmy's back until she could feel his ass. It was firmly muscled, and to let her long, thin fingers slide across each of his asscheeks made her moan with lust. Then she dug her nails into him, her back hunching down into the bed as she offered her wounded cunt to his stiff shaft for the fucking she needed.
Jimmy covered her mouth with his and ground his body forward. She felt the sudden penetration. Her eyes opened wide, then shut tight in fear. It was going deeper than ever before! It was going deep, deep within her cunt. And as his cock slipped into the juicy slick paradise of her young pussy, her muscles rippled, closing behind him.
"Nhhhuuhh," she groaned, moving like someone was branding her. Her belly was hard. Her tits pushed up against Jimmy's chest. He kissed her mouth harder, his hands under her ass again as he thrust and stabbed and fucked her like a madman.
Mandy felt like an animal. All her life she'd been taught to be a reserved, mannerly young lady. Her mother had always let her believe that a refined female would never enjoy anything so carnal as fucking. Even the word was cold and ugly. But why did her body thrill when Jimmy whispered fuck against her ear like he was now?
"Fuck me good, you little wildcat," he panted. "Oh, baby, it's getting good!"
"Uhh, uhhhh, ohhhhhh, god!"
Mandy was aware of almost everything now. The expensive tangle of silk around her waist, the tiny straps that Jimmy had pushed down her arms so that he could pull the gown free of her tits. She was aware of his belly against hers, too. And his chest hair excited her nipples. She could feel the tension in her long, coltish legs. She had one bent so that her foot touched the side of Jimmy's thigh. The other was stretched out at a sharp angle from her body, her foot dangling over the edge of the bed.
And all the while, she was aware of Jimmy plunging his ass. His hips moved between her parted thighs. His cock moved between her stretched cunt flesh. His prick probed so very, very deep into her virgin pussy. She'd never guessed that anything could reach that far! Her own, fevered depths surprised her and excited her, too.
"Nhuuuhhh, it's making me feel crazy again, Jimmeeee!"
"Baby doll, I'm gonna lose it any second." He sucked her bottom lips between his teeth. "I'm gonna come!"
CHAPTER FOUR
Mandy felt only a moment of panic. But it couldn't last. Because the pleasure that was welling up inside her was far more intense than being afraid of what Jimmy was going to do. She felt him stiffen, his fucking movements grow wild. He fucked her with furious energy, his cock pulling almost out of her cunt before being rammed in full length. Her cunt turned from smoldering excitement to flames. She rocked her hips with frenzied passion. Her breath hissed in her throat. Her hands clutched Jimmy's back as she let him do what he wanted, as she thrust against his thrusts and rode his stabbing cock upward on a breathless spiral of joy that never seemed to end.
"Ohhh, baby," he groaned. She felt his cock jerking. Each jerk spurted fresh cream deep into her cunt. Mandy was only partly aware of what was happening. Her eyes were out of focus. She was simply a pleasure seeking animal now, wallowing in the glory of the fuck. She rubbed her soft tits back and forth against Jimmy's chest. Her mouth opened eagerly this time when he tried to kiss her. When he sucked her tongue, she gave it to him. She was doing all these things as if a strange spirit had invaded her body. She wasn't behaving like her mother had taught her. She wasn't herself at all. But she could act no differently. The ecstasy that throbbed through her cunt was overwhelmingly powerful. She was twitching and jerking, her body ravished by Jimmy's mouth and cock. She heard her tight, lusty squeal, sounds she'd never dreamed she'd make. Her pussy squeezed down around hardness. The hardness was Jim's cock. Her cunt was milking his big prick violently.
"Yeah, baby, ohhhhh, god, what a sweet little pussy...."
"Jimmeeeee!" She came, her breath locking in her throat. She squirmed with delirious violence under the weight of Jim's body. He cried out again as her cunt pulled at his hot cum. She lifted her knees, unable to keep still, unable to control the raging storm of lust inside her loins.
Her clit seemed to sparkle with bursts of pleasure. One after another she rode the thrills, her hips working constantly to keep the fire stirred up. Until at last she was totally exhausted. She let her arms fall limply. Her legs stretched wide. And as she lay there without moving, she was only aware of the slow, grinding movements of the man on top of her.
"Yeah...good...ohhhhh, yeah, baby, what a sweet little fuck you are."
Jimmy went on fucking her for another few moments, his movements not as wild as before. His cock only rubbed her gently now, sliding in and out in the cummy mess he'd spurted. She could hear the squishy sounds when the edges of her pussy clasped around his shaft as he went on fucking her. Then the full reality of it all descended. She was aware of herself sprawled on the bed, the nightgown pushed up to reveal her nakedness, her tits red from where Jimmy had sucked on them. And she was aware of the hot cum leaking down the crack of her ass.
Quietly, her eyes pinched shut, Mandy began to cry.
"Hey, none of that." Jimmy eased his cock free of her cunt and reached for the wine glass.
"Here."
"I've had enough. I've had more than enough."
"No you haven't. Drink." She obeyed, the wine tasting like acid on her tongue. But it did make her feel a bit better. She wiped a hand across her eyes.
"That's better." Jimmy helped her sit up. A stream of cum oozed from her cunt.
"Oh...you ruined me." She started to cry again. "I'm going to have a baby."
"Don't be silly. You needed that fucking more than I did." Jimmy grinned and petted the side of her face with his fingertip. "And baby, I needed it bad."
"I didn't take this job with you so you could take me to bed."
"But I did. And you liked it," he said, grinning.
"I hated it." Mandy drank the rest of the wine and pushed the empty glass at him. "I'm not going to work for you any more."
"Oh, but you are." Jimmy stepped to a desk and took something from a drawer. Mandy didn't even know what it was until the flash filled the room with light. Her boss cocked the camera and shot again.
"No, not like this!" she cried, trying to cover herself. But the first three shots had taken her unawares. She could almost see them now. Her tousled blonde hair, her cunt leaking cum, the nightie tangled around her body. When she tried to get up, she almost fell. Jimmy caught her with one hand. She could feel the cum streaming down the inside of one thigh.
"I just wanted a few shots for my private collection. I hope I'll never have to use them."
"Use them?" She turned her blue eyes up.
Jim kissed the bridge of her short, freckled nose. "I wouldn't want to have to send some to your parents."
Mandy let out a breath, sagging harder against her boss's supporting arm. "It would kill them. It would destroy them."
"Then be a good girl and cooperate. You'll have plenty of benefits, believe me."
"But what about...this?" She looked down at her poor little cunt. White droplets of cum clung in her sparse blonde curls. A sharp, musky aroma rose from between her thighs. Jimmy patted her ass.
"I've got a little pill. When you come to work tomorrow morning, I'll give it to you. You won't be able to get it anywhere else. And if you don't take it tomorrow...." He gave a little shrug.
"I'll be there. But be sure and have it."
"Of course. And don't forget. We'll be going out again tomorrow. That business acquaintance I told you about."
Mandy looked down at her bare feet on the rug. "Oh. Yes."
"We'll make it a foursome. Tanya will go with me.
"Tanya. Yes," Mandy replied automatically. "I think you'll like Brewster," Jimmy said, smiling lewdly. "Brewster?"
"Interesting man. He was a football player a few years back, nearly a superstar. But he's opted for business now. And he likes young blondes." Jimmy fingered her hair. Mandy felt a chill go through her cunt. She weaved across the room and poured herself another glass of wine.
"If you want to stay here, I'll have someone go get your things tomorrow."
"That's okay. I can get them myself," Mandy said drunkenly.
Jimmy dressed slowly, watching her. She still had on the gown she'd been fucked in. But somehow she couldn't find the energy to change. She sat on the edge of the bed. Her nipples were sore where Jimmy had chewed on them. And her cunt was beginning to throb.
"I hurt," she whimpered.
"There's aspirin in the bathroom. If you need me, my phone number is in the desk."
"Ohhh, I feel lousy. I'm so ashamed!" Mandy cried.
"Here's a little bonus so you won't feel quite so lousy," Jimmy said. He put something on the desk and walked to the door. "I'll see you tomorrow' morning."
When he was gone, Mandy crossed the room. It was a one hundred dollar bill. New and crisp and fresh. She wished she was new and fresh still. She left the bill where it was. She didn't even know how to spend that much money. Her physical needs had always been modest. Her parents had taught her to be frugal. She'd always dressed plainly. Her meager allowance at home had always lasted her. What could she do with a hundred dollar bill?
"I could get a plane ticket back home," she said out loud.
No, that was clearly impossible. Jimmy Waltham might be just the kind of man who'd do what he'd threatened. And he was powerful enough to stay out of trouble if she accused him. After all, it would be just his word against hers.
Mandy rose and stood before the full length mirror in the bathroom. She looked very tousled, very mussed. Her gown hung crooked on her shoulder. It was damp down one side where all that hot cum had leaked from her cunt. Her tits felt very tender. Her nipples were swollen and sensitive to the lightest touch.
It would be easy to cry. Somehow, Mandy stifled her sobs. She took a hot bath, hoping to scrub the sin from her flesh. But her pussy reminded her what had happened. Every movement was painful.
She lay in bed staring at the ceiling. She wondered if she'd survive the horror of the night. But the wine had made her sleepy. She remembered wiggling under the satin sheets and pulling a blanket up over her. Then she was asleep.
Jimmy met her as she came up the steps of his mansion. He gave a nod and she followed him through the outer office and into his own private chamber. Tanya had a knowing look on her face that Mandy resented. Or was it just her guilty conscience working overtime?
Surely Jimmy hadn't told her anything, had he? Her boss closed the door behind her and opened a drawer. He shook a pill onto his palm, returned the bottle and held it out with a glass of water.
"This'll do the trick."
Mandy hurried forward, her hands outstretched. But just as she reached out, Jimmy pulled the pill away.
"Fucking you last night stirred my appetite," he said. Mandy looked at him, horrified by his suggestion.
"Oh, Jimmy, I'm hurting. You were so big . .
"I understand. But I wasn't thinking of that." Mandy felt like a frightened little girl standing there before him. Her mind was still overwhelmed by what he'd done to her the night before. One moment he'd known almost nothing about her. Now he knew almost everything. His big cock had stabbed into the deepest, wettest part of her pussy. His mouth had sucked her tits. He'd licked her everywhere and knew that she was too weak to resist the lust he'd stirred up. More than ever, she'd become his slave.
"Don't look so dejected," Jim said, rising. "I just wanted to kiss you."
Trembling, Mandy let him pull her into his arms. His mouth was gentle as he searched for hers. She tried to keep her mind neutral, but strong hands slipped down her back and pressed the soft swells of her ass. She moaned softly, letting his tongue slide between her lips. The kiss ended almost before it had begun.
"Remember last night?" Jim whispered against her ear. "Yes."
"Remember my cock sliding in and out of your cunt?" he asked hotly.
Mandy squeezed her eyes tight. "Yes."
"Now that you've had a chance to think about it...."
"I didn't like what you did. You hurt me. And for all I know I'm pregnant. If you hadn't taken those nasty pictures, I...."
"Here, I can see you're overwrought." Jimmy dropped the pill into her hand. Mandy washed it down with a glass of water and felt immediately better.
"I suppose I should thank you," she said, suddenly angry. "But I'm not." Her mood didn't seem to affect her boss one way or the other.
"Early this afternoon I want you to go with Tanya. She'll take you to the right places to pick out some clothes," Jimmy said coolly.
"Clothes?"
"I can't have you wearing last year's high school fashions. Remember, you've got a date tonight.
It was hard for Mandy to concentrate on her work that morning. But somehow she made it through. She was just putting away her typewriter when she heard a knock. It was Tanya, waiting to take her shopping. The sultry brunette looked a little bored.
When they were in the cab heading downtown, Tanya gave her another one of her knowing looks. "So Big Jim broke you in last night, did he?"
"What did he tell you?" Mandy blurted. She was mad.
"He didn't actually tell me anything. But I know how he operates. He showed you the apartment, right? And then...."
"How do you know so much?"
Tanya took a long breath, then sighed. "Because once I was a shy little girl just like you. I saw Jim's ad and applied. He seemed to like the merchandise."
"He seduced you?" Mandy asked.
"He sure did. And he made me get to like it. Somehow I never got the energy to leave. After all, the work is easy and Jimmy can be generous."
"He told me I could live in the apartment. I don't think he'll take advantage of me anymore," Mandy said.
"Want to bet?"
Mandy let the matter go. They were pulling up in front of a classy looking shop. She followed Tanya inside. The next few hours were a confusion of rustling silk and delicately sculptured dresses. Mandy had never had such beautiful creations against her body. She hated to take each one off. But Tanya was running the show.
"No, that one makes you look too old. Try the red satin skirt."
More stores, more changing rooms. Mandy couldn't remember how many dresses she'd tried on. It took two of them to cart all the stuff now. The last dress she tried on pleased Tanya.
"That's what you'll wear tonight. It makes you look like a girl who doesn't know what a bedroom is for, but is willing to try and find out."
"You make it all sound so...dirty."
"What do you wear for panties besides those silly pink things you have on now?"
"I didn't think my underwear was anybody's business."
"It's Jimmy's business, let me tell you. When he's got a client on the line, he doesn't take any chances.
"For god's sake," Mandy protested. "I'm just going out to dinner with this guy."
Tanya didn't reply to this, but Mandy didn't like her expression. "Come on, I know a nice little naughty place where they have real panties for sale."
When they got to the store, Mandy could hardly bring herself to go inside. "It looks like the kind of stuff strippers wear."
"Listen, honey, nowadays even housewives are strippers. It's the fashion."
Mandy wondered what her parents would say if they could see her now. She felt a little sick at the idea. Tanya was going through a bin full of skimpy little things that would hardly cover a ten year old. She bought half a dozen expensive undies and tucked the package under her arm. When she saw Mandy's disapproving look, she laughed.
"Just following the boss's orders," Tanya said.
"He told you to buy me these things?"
"For sure. Come on."
Mandy caught Tanya's arm. "Listen, if I'm expected to entertain this creep I'm supposed to go out with...."
"Oh, I'm sure he'll take your youth and inexperience into account. Brewster's not such a bad sort. I wouldn't mind fucking with him. I'm always curious about the big brawny types. I wonder if Brewster's hung?"
Mandy hardly concentrated on Tanya's words. She felt the old panic coming back. Like when Jimmy had gotten her drunk and started fooling around on the bed. But as scared as she was, Mandy knew she had to play along for a while. She couldn't have those photographs sent to her parents.
They stopped at her hotel room and Tanya helped her pack.
"It'll be nice having a roommate for a change," Tanya told her.
"Roommate?"
"Sure, I live there, too. Last night Jimmy told me to be away for a while. That's how I knew he was working on you."
"Your room must be the one at the end of the hall.' Mandy tossed another armful of her things into a bag. Then she saw Tanya pick up the dirty magazine, the one she'd hidden in the very top shelf of the closet. The sultry brunette flicked through the pages.
"And here I thought you were an innocent young thing from the sticks."
"That thing was here when I came. I didn't even look at it." But her red cheeks had given her away.
"Jesus Christ, would you look at this cock!" Tanya sighed. "I wonder where they find all these high school cock-suckers."
Mandy was uncomfortable. She was glad to have another female to talk with, but Tanya's language shocked her. She never knew what the dark haired beauty was going to do or say next.
"I thought those pictures were disgusting," Mandy announced.
"Then you've never given head?"
"Given what?"
"You've never gone down on a guy?"
Mandy closed her bag and turned. "I don't have the slightest idea what you're talking about." Actually, she was beginning to get the picture. And the idea made her a little sick.
"Wow, look at this one!"
Mandy hadn't gone into the magazine more than a few pages. But as Tanya thrust it at her, she had to look at the full color picture. It was the same girl that was on the cover. But something awful had happened. The man's cock was deep in her mouth and creamy globs of cum were oozing from the corners of the girl's lips. She had a goofy expression as if she were enjoying a vanilla sundae or something. Mandy made a face. "I take it you don't want this?" Tanya asked. "I don't read such things." They left the hotel, Tanya with a sly smile on her face, the dirty magazine tucked into her handbag. Mandy felt self conscious taking her bag into the lobby of the plush apartment house, but no one seemed to pay much attention. When she'd unpacked her things and straightened her new room, she went to find Tanya. She was shocked to find her roommate on the couch in the front room, her skirt pulled up and her panties off. Her large tits rose and fell under her blouse. She was reading the dirty magazine while she fingered the swollen lips of her cunt. Between the dark fur that lined her cunt lips, Mandy could see the glistening pink of her pussy flesh.
Mandy stood in the doorway, too embarrassed to go in. She knew Tanya hadn't seen her yet. She thought of clearing her throat or making a sound of some sort. But despite his shock, she was fascinated at what this older, more sophisticated woman was doing to herself.
"Ohhhhh, shit," Tanya groaned, her hips moving, rocking, thrusting. She peeled her lips open, her finger diving up and down across her clit. The magazine slipped from her fingers and hit the floor. Tanya had thrown her head back now, her glazed eyes pointing toward the ceiling. Mandy didn't think the girl would notice her if she was standing right by her chair.
"God...ohhhhh, god, that's nice."
The scene was terribly erotic. Despite Mandy's shameful memories of the night before, she couldn't tear herself away from this. Tanya's dark hair tumbled down over the back of the sofa. Her pale blue panties were in a crumpled heap beside her. Her long legs were spread apart, one straight, one bent slightly at the knee. One of her stylish shoes had come off and Mandy could see that the young woman's toes were tightly curled.
"Uhhhh, uhhhhhhh, yesss!"
And all the while, Tanya's fingers were busy inside the plump, wet lips of her pussy. Her painted nails glistened with her cunt juices. Even her knuckles were shiny with the flooding slickness. Her hips lurched more quickly now, jerking up and down as she rubbed her small, pink clit.
Mandy's own clit tingled in sympathy. She had the wildest desire to reach under her dress and touch herself like that. She resisted the urge. She felt bad enough peeking as this intimate moment unfolded.
There was a strong scent of musk in the air now. And Tanya's movements had become wild and hurried. She was panting hard, her mouth half open. Her lower lips glistened with a trace of drool.
Her finger slipped down her cunt until she found her hole. Then she was finger fucking herself, stabbing in and out as her body wriggled like a snake on the couch. "Ohhh, ohhhhh!"
Mandy knew the girl had come. She continued to plunge her hips, rubbing herself rhythmically all the while. Her breathing became slower and deeper again. Her eyes fluttered as she tried to come out of her sexual swoon. Mandy stepped back into the hallway and tried to calm her pounding heart.
After a discreet period of time, she made enough noise to let Tanya know she was there and then stepped into the room. Tanya was just jerking her pants on and she gave Mandy a quick look.
"I had to use your book," she said, a trace of pink showing on her cheeks as she made this admission. "Hope you don't mind."
"It's not my book any more." Mandy was surprised that Tanya would even admit to such carnal activities. Yes, that's how her folks would have said it. But finger fucking was really more descriptive. Scolding herself for letting her mind wander, Mandy suggested that they'd better get back to the office.
CHAPTER FIVE
When the phone call came, Mandy was just getting out of a bath. She'd powdered her naked body before the mirror and turned to the bed where Tanya had laid out what she was to wear that evening. But she couldn't bring herself to touch the skimpy little undies Tanya had purchased for her that very afternoon. She was still trying to get the nerve to pick them up when Tanya tapped at the bedroom door, then opened it and peeked in. "Looks like we'll be staying here tonight," she told Mandy. "Jim and Brewster are going to have dinner catered up here. It's going to be one of those intimate little get together." Mandy didn't like the way Tanya winked. Her new roommate came on in and stood there looking at Mandy's long, lean body.
"God, you've got legs that just don't quit,"
Tanya said.
"They're skinny."
"No, they're beautiful. "They're just the rage now, long, coltish legs like that." Tanya glanced at the bed where she'd put Mandy's outfit. "Go on, put them on. They'll look adorable on you."
"I don't see where it makes any difference. Especially since I'm just going to be Brewster's companion tonight and...." But Tanya had picked the panties up and was holding them out. Mandy held them in her fingers. The skimpy red crotch band was edged with black lace. And the black lace elastic that circled her waist was just that, a band of elastic. There was nothing much to the undies at all. There was only enough satin material to barely cover her cunt and the crack of her ass...barely. But Mandy wriggled into them, anyway.
"Wow!" Tanya said. Mandy didn't tell her that just wearing these naughty under things was making her feel weak in the knees and a little breathless. She began pulling on the rest of her clothes. She couldn't bear to see her reflection in the big mirror by the bed. Again, she thought of her parents and what they might think if they could see her now.
"When you're dressed, come on in to the front room. I'll fix us a couple of drinks before dinner. It'll relax you."
When Jimmy and Brewster arrived, Mandy felt a little faint. She was beginning to feel the effects of the martini Tanya had pushed into her hand. She'd only taken a sip or two and put the thing down, but she could feel it nonetheless.
Brewster was huge! He took Mandy's hands and they exchanged a few polite words while Jimmy and Tanya went to the kitchen. Mandy felt like she was talking to a bear. All she could see was his looming chest and shoulders, his big hands and his rugged, handsome face.
They danced. Brewster told her how much he liked her white skirt and red blouse. Mandy didn't tell him that she had on a pair of naughty panties the same color as the blouse. The big man treated her like a lady. But when they danced, he pulled her so close that she felt helpless and weak in his arms. Her heart never stopped beating. She found her forgotten martini and drank more of it to relax her.
The caterers brought in dinner and set it up. Mandy felt like a princess. The gin was working on her and she'd decided that she might as well have a good time. After all, that was what Jimmy wanted her to do. Be good company for Brewster. She began to think that maybe everything would be okay after all.
But as the evening progressed, she noticed that Tanya and Jimmy had drifted out to the kitchen, then into the hallway. A door closed, Tanya's bedroom door. The sound embarrassed Mandy, but she tried not to show it.
"How dies it feel to be Jim Waltham's private secretary?" Brewster asked. He was sitting very close to her, one arm looped across the back of the sofa.
"It's not quite what I expected." Mandy cursed herself for saying anything.
"You're not quite what I expected, either," Brewster said huskily.
Mandy didn't want him to kiss her, but it was too late. Besides, the way he took her in his arms didn't leave her much choice. She was surrounded by muscle, her lithe body twisting in Brewster's embrace until she was out of breath, her mouth wet from his tongue.
"Nhhhooo!" she gasped, twisting her head away.
"Look, Jim told me about you. I'm not going to be rough with you tonight. I know how old you are." Brewster grinned. "Most of the chicks he fixes me up with don't think twice about flopping across the bed. Maybe I've been needing a little challenge."
"Let's talk," Mandy said, her chest heaving. His kiss had started her cunt juices flooding again. She tried to catch hold of her runaway emotions. Maybe a little drink would help. No! She couldn't get drunk like she had that first time with Jimmy.
"I want to kiss your tits," Brewster said suddenly. Mandy was shocked past reason. She hadn't thought he was that drunk. Then she saw that he wasn't drunk. He just wanted to kiss her tits. She tried to get up, but she was dragged down on the couch, Brewster's big hands slipping up her body. He panted hoarsely, his fingers working a button of her blouse.
"No! Don't...."
It was too late. The big man had peeled the red satin away from her shoulders and jerked it down. She could hardly move her arms now. And his mouth opened as he lowered it down towards the quivering white swell of her tit.
"Yhhaaaahh," she gasped as the wet heat surrounded her nipple. Brewster held her as easily as if he were holding a caught bird.
"God, you smell good," Brewster hissed.
"Somebody might come in and see us," Mandy panted.
"Are you kidding? You know what old Jim is up to, don't you?" Mandy pretended she didn't. "Well then, come with me and you'll find out." Brewster seemed totally out of control. Mandy could see the embarrassment of barging into Tanya's bedroom with her blouse half off. She tried to argue as Brewster pulled her down the hall. But they weren't going into Tanya's bedroom. Instead, Brewster opened a linen closet and pulled Mandy in with him. But it wasn't just a linen closet. It was more, much more.
Mandy gave a little gasp as she realized they were looking through the back of a mirror. The dim light in Tanya's bedroom was enough to illuminate the bed. And that's where the action was. Tanya was on her back, her legs drawn up so that her knees touched her tits. Jim Waltham was lying with his head between the sultry beauty's thighs. His mouth was pressed tightly into the soft flesh of her open cunt. As he licked and sucked at her, Tanya moved her ass in a slow, circular way, rubbing her juicy pussy against her boss's mouth until his chin and cheeks glistened. Brewster flipped a switch and suddenly the linen closet was filled with the sounds of Jim's feasting on Tanya's cunt.
"Get me out of here," Mandy hissed. It was dark in the linen closet and she could feel Brewster's hot hands under her blouse again.
"Let's just take this off," he whispered. It was too late to stop him. Now he was working on her skirt. Mandy knew she couldn't make too much noise or Jim and Tanya would hear. She wondered if Tanya knew about this little room. Her skirt fell away. Brewster's fingers traced the dainty lines of her panties.
"God damn," he said, turning on a very dim light that illuminated their cramped quarters just enough for him to see her. "You're wearing these things and you're telling me you don't want to fool around?"
"I didn't buy them. Tanya...." Brewster's mouth covered hers, smothering her protestations. His fingers petted her plump, firm ass. His chest heaved as he inhaled the musky scent that was filling the linen closet. Mandy realized her own overheated cunt was causing the smell.
"Now you just watch what Jim's doing in there. I'm going to play with you."
Mandy was turned so that her back was to Brewster. She was bent forward slightly, her outstretched hands braced on a low shelf. Brewster got down on his knees and squirmed his large body around so that he was facing her panty covered cunt. More than once, Mandy tried to get to the door. Brewster held her waist, his eyes warning her not to try it.
She watched Jim as he wallowed his face deeper into Tanya's swollen cunt. At the same time, she felt Brewster licking the insides of her thighs. Then he pressed his lips against the satin of her panties and breathed against her pussy. The heat made her shiver. She tried to keep control of herself, but his mouth grew hotter and wetter. He was licking her through the nylon. She began to rock her hips ever so slightly.
"Ohh, ohhhh, stop it! I can't stand it!" She tossed her head, blonde hair tumbling around her shoulders. Her nipples had risen like nuggets of fire, each throb of her cunt making them tingle with pleasure.
Brewster stretched the elastic of her panty crotch over to one side and looped it at the edge of her cunt mound. She was so swollen with passion that it clung there, leaving her hot, dripping cunt fully visible.
"Let me go! Please, let me get out of here!'
Brewster's mouth touched her pussy lightly. He wasn't just plunging in like Jim had done that first night. His lips barely grazed her. His tongue tickled her tight blonde curls. As naughty as she knew it all was, Mandy felt her body responding eagerly to the big man's tender touches. She didn't want to feel like that. He was a stranger, a sex crazed ex football player who wanted her sexual favors. But his tongue was hard and hot as he ran it along the edges of her cunt. Then he licked her hole. His big hands closed around her asscheeks as he stabbed deep into her pussy.
"Ohhhh," she gasped. "Ohhhh, don't."
Mandy was being fucked by Brewster's tongue. He put it in slow and worked it around inside her cunt. Her delicate insides were being rubbed and excited. And while this happened, she saw that Jim had stopped eating Tanya. He was slipping up over her body now, his cock jerking up and down as he nestled it into her juicy, blood swollen cunt.
"Ohhh, Jimmy," Tanya sighed. The hidden mike conveyed her voice into the linen closet as clearly as if Mandy had been standing right by the bed. "Ohhh, Jimmy, put it in me good! Fuck me good."
Jimmy's cock tip was swollen, the white skin pulled back to reveal the darkened cock head. Mandy hadn't really seen it that other time. But as it grazed Tanya's hot cunt, then sank out of sight, she could almost imagine it going into her cunt. Yes, she remembered it all too well. And as she remembered, Brewster's tongue stabbed upwards, dividing her super sensitive cunt flesh until she could keep still no longer.
"Nhhuuh, nhhhaaaahh," she babbled, her arms trembling as she braced herself against the shelf of the secret room.
"You need this baby. You're all swollen up."
"But...I . . .
"Just relax. I'm not going to hurt you."
"I feel so weak and shivery."
"That's how you're supposed to feel." Brewster had gotten up and was standing behind her again. His fingers petted her cunt. She could feel him slipping between her plump lips, caressing her silky, dripping surfaces. Her clit rose and throbbed against his touch. Mandy was dimly aware of the fact that he had slipped his clothes off.
Mandy felt like a bitch in heat. Thank god her mother and dad couldn't see her. She was shameful and weak. She couldn't find the will to stop this crude stranger from molesting her. His finger rolled around her clit again and she arched her back sharply, pushing her ass out.
"Let me gggooooooo."
Brewster hugged her close, his belly hot against her pert, uplifted ass. One hand caressed her tummy while the other continued to pet her pussy. He was reaching down over the front of her body, his finger resting along the length of her cunt slit. As he rubbed her clit, his fingertip searched for her tight, young hole.
"Noooo!" she panted, but already she felt her pussy being opened. Gently, Brewster began to finger fuck her. Her cunt closed tightly around his knuckles, but he pushed deeper anyway. Then Mandy felt something hot and slick against her ass. With shock, she realized that Brewster was spreading oil along his big cock. She shivered with fear. She hadn't even seen that thing while he'd been undressing in the dim light of the linen closet. What was he going to do with it?
Mandy whined and wriggled, trying one last time to push her way toward the door of the linen closet. Brewster had no trouble dragging her back.
"You promised you'd be easy on me!" she panted, her breath a husky whisper now.
"I won't fuck you, baby. At least not in the way you're so afraid of."
"What do you m m mean?" Then suddenly, she knew what he meant. Brewster was holding her firmly with one arm around her slender body while he guided the head of his cock against her asshole. Mandy writhed frantically, but already his slick, streamlined cock was opening her, sliding into her hot ass tunnel. "No!"
"Oh, yes, baby, you've got to learn a little humility."
"Ohh, not like this...."
With a quick thrust, Brewster entered her. Mandy's little asshole tightened behind his cock. As Mandy squirmed in terror, she knew that she must be exciting the big, strong man. She tried to keep still then. But every time he forced more cock up into her ass, spasms of excitement shot through her. As repugnant as she knew this act was, it was making her clit throb. Brewster kept petting it with his free hand to make sure she enjoyed herself.
To be trapped in his strong arms, to feel his hot mouth on her neck...it was too much for her to fight. She began to pant faster. Her nipples were on fire and the rub of her abductor's arm against one of them caused hot shivers to flash through her feverish loins.
She was being fucked in the ass! That big thick cock was dividing her inside, pushing so very deep into her body. It was awful, it was perverse. But she couldn't do anything to make him stop. As she watched through the mirror, Jimmy was really putting it to Tanya. The dark haired girl had her heels dug into the cheeks of his ass, her body lurching and squirming against the bed as she cried out to urge him on.
Each time Jimmy thrust, Brewster forced more of his huge cock into Mandy's ass. She whimpered pitifully now, caught up in thrills that she couldn't ignore. When that special pleasure surged through her, she was too weak to keep from responding.
"I've always dreamed of fucking a young one like you. And before I'm through, I'm going to fill all your holes."
"Ohhhh," Mandy moaned. It wasn't because of what Brewster had said. It was because of what his cock was doing. It felt huge inside her! It was so big, she couldn't really tell which hole it was in. She was so excited! Her hips thrashed one way and then the other. Her firm, round tits shivered every time she moved, exciting her nipples all the more. Her blonde hair hung down over her face. But she could still see Jimmy in the next room, his hands cupping Tanya's curvy ass while he plowed in and out of her pussy. The girl looked very wet and swollen. She bit Jim's neck as he fucked her and he bit her back.
Suddenly, Brewster shoved two fingers into her cunt and stabbed them upwards. With a gurgling sound, Mandy went limp in his arms. He fucked her slowly in the ass while his fingers penetrated her tight, young pussy. To Mandy, it felt as if she were being fucked with two cocks!
"Nhhhhyyyaaaahh!" she cried, her head swaying from side to side. She fell back against the big man's chest, then jerked forward again. And all the while she was being speared by his cock and fingers.
Sometimes his fingers were pulled back as his cock went between the cheeks of her ass. But sometimes he penetrated both her holes at the same time. Her hot juices were gushing now. The slurpy, squishy sound of her pussy being finger fucked was as sexy as the musky perfume that was heavy in the air of the linen closet.
Brewster kept fucking her with his greased prick until she'd forgotten who she was or where she was. Mandy had put her hands down to touch his fingers. She couldn't help herself. She wanted to feel them going up into her pussy. Then, carefully trembling all the time, she reached back a little more until she could feel his balls flopping forward. She touched his cock shaft, felt the greasy surface. Then his balls filled her hand again and Brewster closed his fingers around hers.
"Squeeze 'em baby, squeeze 'em nice and tight."
Mandy felt as if she'd lost her mind. She wasn't the same girl with her ass full of cock. It had done something, made something snap inside her. And with Brewster's fingers going in and out of her tight pussy, the madness was magnified. Her slick, hot cunt flesh squeezed his knuckles. Her cunt muscles rippled as she clasped at the penetration, as she tried to pull his fingers in deeper. It didn't matter what was put inside her holes, Mandy realized. Her body always behaved in the same way. And though the thought of being fucked in the ass was repulsive to her as an idea, the real thing was overwhelmingly sexy!
"Ohhhh, you're doing such awful things to me!" she shrieked.
"And you love 'em, you little bitch." He chewed on the back of her neck again.
Mandy knew it was wrong, but she was doing exactly what Brewster had told her. She squeezed his balls, surprised at how big and spongy they were. When she tightened her long thin fingers around them, he groaned and stopped fucking her ass so furiously. Now he just moved in and out very slowly, his cock tip throbbing against her cunt walls.
"Ohhh, ohhhhh, baby, that's it, baby."
Mandy didn't realize just how exciting her fingers were squeezing his balls. She didn't know that a man was very sensitive at that particular spot. But she was beginning to understand as Brewster's responses grew more frenzied.
Now he was finger fucking her deep and hard. When he thrust his fingers inside her fevered pussy, she squirmed furiously against the hardness, the touching.
"Ohh, ohhhh, I feel so weird!" she bellowed.
"Yeah, baby doll, just go ahead on...."
He meant come. Mandy knew he wanted her to slip over the line. And she was so close...so very close.
"Ohhh, ohhhh, I'm gonna faint!" she screamed.
Her fingers tightened around the big man's balls. She felt each one of them slipping around inside his slick sac. She squeezed harder and Brewster groaned deep in his throat. His cock felt very rigid inside her ass. The tip was pounding like a small, round bomb into the depths of her bowels.
"You beautiful little piece of ass," he murmured, his mouth wet against her shoulder. Then the spurts came. Hot jets of cum blasted into her ass. Mandy shuddered, squeezed Brewster s balls a little harder, and then plunged her pussy up and down against his stabbing fingers. She was coming, too. Coming wildly.
CHAPTER SIX
"Ohhhh, Brewster, I can't stand it!" Mandy yelled.
"Hold on, baby, just keep coming."
Brewster's hands dug at her young, firm pussy. His mouth closed on her neck again. His big cock moved deep within her ass. Mandy clung to his balls, her hips rocking, her breath coming in convulsive puffs and gasps.
"Nhhhyyuuuhh," she moaned, the ecstasy too much to bear.
"Ohhhh, god damn." The ex football player was shuddering like he was about to break into pieces. His cock tip had grown so huge that it clung to Mandy's delicate cunt lips. It felt like he was about to pull her guts out her ass! She squirmed, the slippery sound of her greased crack making the moment all the more intense.
And with Brewster's fingers still pushed up into her cunt, she could writhe and buck against them, rubbing the fluttery, incredible joy into a devastating fit of pleasure. She almost blacked out as she tossed and shivered in the big man's arms. He held her willowy body tightly, enjoying the slide of her tits against his bicep, enjoying her musky, sex fired odor.
All the while, his big cock spurted hot, steamy cum. Mandy bucked against him, her ass deeply skewered, her cunt finger fucked into keen, breathtaking spasms. She couldn't seem to reach the end of paradise. A paradise of rubbing flesh and stiff fingers and a big, hot cock rammed deep between the white cheeks of her ass.
Then she felt the tension drain from her. The pleasure was less now, her breathing a bit slower. She babbled grunts of lust, cursing without knowing the meanings of half the words she spoke.
"Uhh, ohhh, ohhhhh, fuck me, just keep fucking me!" she gasped. Though the most powerful part of her come was over, she wanted more. She would always want more. As long as she was naked and pulled tight against Brewster, she would always want. . .
"No!" she cried out, remembering what had happened. As she opened her eyes, she could see what had happened in the next room. Jimmy had rolled onto his back, pulling Tanya on top of him. She sat almost erect, his cock still imbedded in the tight clasp of her pussy. And the way she moved her hips caused Mandy to have a moment of envy. Tanya seemed to know exactly what to do to please a man.
"Why should I be envious of her?" Mandy hissed. She moved her ass away from Brewster, pulling free. She couldn't bear to meet his eyes. When she felt his hands slip from her body, she pushed past him and got the door of the linen closet open. He reached out, but she avoided his grasp and hurried naked down the hall. She locked herself in the shower and let the hot spray hit her body. She wanted to forget everything that had just taken place. She wasn't going to slip into anything sexy ever again. She wasn't going to become a whore for Jimmy Waltham and his friends.
But something strange was taking place inside her mind. Almost all her thoughts now were of sex and sexual things. Even when she knew that she would be left alone for the rest of the evening, Mandy felt an exciting tingle in her cunt. She could not touch her body without remembering other hard things and what they did to her when they were jammed into her soft, moist openings. Even being fucked in the ass had made her wonder about her own carefully guarded modesty.
But she couldn't quit her job. Not yet. Not until she found a way to get those photos from Jimmy.
At the office on the following Monday morning, she came in wearing a white dress, her blonde hair done in an unprovocative style, her face not made up at all except for a tiny smear of lipstick.
Jimmy gave her a smile, but he didn't mention anything that had happened the last time he'd seen her. At the coffee maker, Mandy ran into Tanya and the sultry secretary gave her a wink.
"Where did you go all weekend? I thought you had pulled out for good until I saw you hadn't packed your clothes," Tanya asked.
"I did a lot of walking and thinking," Mandy told her.
"I didn't get a chance to ask you how it went with Brewster."
"It went too far."
Tanya shrugged. "Well, I certainly had a nice time. You know, Jimmy's been going out with me for almost six months and I'm still not tired of him. He's got the most incredible cock." Tanya giggled. "But then I guess you know about that."
"I don't care to discuss it," Mandy said curtly.
"I heard from Jimmy that you and Brewster were in the linen closet watching us."
"I...well...." Mandy blushed.
Tanya licked her upper lip. "I also hear that Brewster is mad about you. Everything you did he liked. Even when you ran away and locked yourself in the bathroom. It simply drove him wild."
"Oh?" Mandy didn't want to be interested. What did she care about a big bully who'd shoved his cock into her ass. He was an animal. Worse than an animal!
"When he knew the fun and games with you were over for the night, he talked to Jimmy to get permission to go after me."
All this shocked Mandy past reason. She just looked straight ahead and pretended it was some crazy fantasy, something that had never touched her life.
"Yeah," Tanya continued, "and then he dragged me into your bedroom and made me dress up in some of your things. Can you imagine that? Those silly little schoolgirl dresses you had in your suitcase. The damned things would hardly fit me, and my tits were coming out of the top of your dress, but I got them on like he wanted."
"I'm not really interested in any of this,"
Mandy said, trying to end the conversation. Tanya wasn't through though.
"Then he pushed me down on the bed and kept calling me Mandy. I'll tell you, I would have been pissed if Jimmy hadn't slipped me a fifty dollar bill to go along with Brewster on his little fantasy."
"He said my name?" Mandy asked, suddenly surprised.
"He sure did. Kept mumbling something about what a sweet little ass you had." Tanya's dark eyebrows arched. "What exactly did you two do while you were in that linen closet?"
Mandy hurried back to her office. There were lots of letters piled up on her desk and she wanted to lose herself in her work. Halfway through the morning, Jimmy called her into his own office to take some shorthand. She did her job without looking up, stopping him only once to let her catch up. Jimmy patted her on the ass as she left the room, but she hid her embarrassment. She wasn't going to let him know that all this was getting to her. She wondered what Brewster had told him.
She was typing away on the letter her boss had just dictated when he opened the door to her office and came in. His eyes were soft and he put a hand on her shoulder as she went on working, afraid to look up.
"I came to thank you for showing Brewster such a good time last Friday night."
"It wasn't my idea that he should have such a good time." Mandy bit her lip and tried to concentrate on what she was typing. But she hit a wrong key and had to yank the paper out of the machine and start again.
"On Sunday we closed an important deal, Brewster and I." Jimmy's hand was still on her shoulder. He tightened his fingers some. "I think you had a lot to do with it."
"I don't really care about your business matters," Mandy snapped. "All I want is the photographs you took of me. Then I'm going back home."
Jimmy behaved as if he hadn't heard her. He pushed a crisp hundred dollar bill across her desk. "This is for you to buy something nice. I guess my ideas of what Brewster might like in the way of fashions was a little off. Why don't you buy things that suit your own taste. He seems to have the idea that you're a high school runaway."
"I don't want your money. I have the other hundred dollars you gave me, too. I'm not going to spend it."
"Fine, you can save it for a rainy day."
Mandy wasn't having much luck with her typing. She stopped finally, staring straight ahead as Jimmy's fingers slid down the front of her shoulders. She was beginning to pant. Her heart pounded. And the crotch of her underwear was clinging to her damp cunt lips.
"I think it's time you had another lesson. The next time you go out with Brewster, he might expect just a little more...."
"I'm not going out with Brewster again!" Mandy snapped back.
"Oh, but you are, baby. Very soon, in fact. I don't think Tanya really enjoys playing your part. And I'm certain that Brewster would prefer you." Jimmy smiled. "Not that I blame him."
Mandy was pulled up from her chair and led to the long sofa against the wall. Jimmy let her stand there while he took off his shirt and tie, then undid his pants. He stripped slowly, folding his clothes over the back of a chair. Mandy looked to the door, realizing that her boss had locked it from the inside as he'd entered her office. She began to tremble now and her palms were sweaty.
From his pocket, Jimmy pulled an egg shaped object with a tiny cord attached. The cord ended in a small flashlight sized object that fit in the palm of his hand. It had a switch.
"Let's just call this a learning device," he told her. "You won't even have to take off your panties if you don't want to."
"What are you going to do to me now?" Mandy whimpered.
"Come here, hold up your dress."
Mandy obeyed, her eyes flicking back to the door again. "You know I can't disobey you. You really would send those photos to my parents, wouldn't you?"
"Whether I really would or wouldn't doesn't matter," Jimmy laughed. "You can't take the chance that I might."
As Mandy held her dress up, Jimmy stretched the crotch band of her panties to one side and rubbed the egg shaped object back and forth along her slightly swollen cunt. Her lips were so wet that after a few rubs, the object was smeared with her slick juices. Then Jimmy pressed it up against her hole. Mandy gave a trembling sigh as her pussy muscles parted around the slick, hard thing. It went into her easily and her pussy closed tightly behind it. Now, only the tiny, white cord could be seen. But Mandy could feel the egg. It was like having just the head of a man's cock inside her cunt. Jimmy let her panties slip back over her cunt mound and thumbed the button on the control he held.
"Ohhhhh," Mandy gasped, lurching forward. She clutched at the wire as if to pull the thing out of her cunt. But it was too late. Her fingers just fumbled around the edges of her panties as the humming vibration sent waves of pleasure through her body. She made soft, grunting sounds in her throat and her hips began to move forward and back. Jim flicked the button again and the pleasure stopped, leaving Mandy wide eyed and panting.
"You're completely insane," she managed to say.
"Didn't that feel good?"
Mandy closed her mouth tightly, unwilling to give him the answer he wanted. Of course it felt good. So good that she'd nearly lost consciousness for a moment from the sudden shock of unexpected thrills. She moved her hips slightly and felt the plastic egg sliding around inside her pussy.
"On your knees, my little blonde darling."
Only then did she notice Jimmy's cock. It was swollen and very dark with blood. The tip was a dusky purple, his foreskin peeled back to expose all of the heavy looking cock head. Mandy got onto her knees. She was still fully dressed and it was odd to face her naked boss, his uplifted cock jerking rhythmically all the while.
"You're going to learn how to suck a cock today."
"No!"
"Oh, but you will. And the important thing is, you're going to love it!"
"Just the thought of putting my lips against...that, turns me off!" Mandy shuddered and looked away from him. But she saw his hand move, heard the click of the button on the battery case he held. Inside her cunt a sudden tempest erupted. She tightened around the vibrating egg, her pussy squeezing it with convulsive spasms. The vibrations spread down along the outer surfaces of her pussy. Her clit ignited, pushing back the protective flaps of the hood that hid it. She felt her hot nub rise as the shivering pleasure continued to surge through her loins.
"Put your hands on my cock now," Jimmy whispered: Mandy obeyed. She grasped him with both hands, her fingers digging into his rigid, feverish shaft. The switch was turned off and Mandy sucked in huge lungfuls of air. She felt weak. Her mind wasn't working right. She held on to Jimmy's cock as if she might fall from a cliff if she let go.
"Now, I want you to bring your mouth down very slowly."
"No! I won't!" she yelled.
"Come on, Mandy, I don't want to use this little gadget too much."
Mandy lowered her head. Jimmy's cock tip was only an inch away from her lips now. She could feel the heat rising from it. She could see the slitted opening in the center of the glistening head. Yes, that thing was slick from Jimmy's pre-cum. As she tightened more of her fingers involuntarily, she watched the foreskin roll back another quarter of an inch, leaving that part of his shaft shiny with sex juice. "Now kiss it."
"No! I can't. I don't want to...uhhhnnn!" The vibrating egg had come to life inside her cunt again. It made her jerk her head to one side. Her eyes rolled in her head. She couldn't focus them. And when she tried to say something, her mumbles sounded more like the sounds of an animal. As she looked at Jimmy's cock, her attitude seemed to be changing even as she thought of what he wanted her to do. His prick tip didn't look as disgusting as she wanted it to be. In fact, it looked soft and velvety and very, very warm. With a moan of excitement, Mandy pursed her lips and pressed them against his cock head. Her spit mingled with his juices to make a kissing sound as she rubbed her lower lip back and forth across the swollen meat that throbbed just under his prick tip. Jimmy's cock felt so alive! As waves of pleasure spread outward from the depths of her cunt hole, she found herself wanting to lick the huge, hot cock that jerked in her hands. "Use your tongue," Jimmy groaned. "Ohhhhh, god," Mandy said, her wet lips caressing him as she spoke. Her tongue flicked out. It made a slick sound as it caressed the underside of Jimmy's cock head. Mandy, shocked by what she'd just done, pulled her tongue away. But the egg went on vibrating and she had an uncontrollable desire to lick him again. This time her licking went farther back along Jimmy's shaft. He shivered, thrusting his hips up, his cock stabbing against Mandy's upper lip. It seemed natural for her lip to slide down around the top of his cock head. But to do that she had to open her jaws. With a moan of confusion and lust, she felt her boss' prick entering her mouth. And at that moment, the vibrating egg was turned off.
"Mhhhuuh," she gasped, thinking with uncertainty. What was happening? How had Jimmy's cock gotten shoved in her mouth? Then she realized he hadn't shoved all that hard. She was doing it, she was sucking his cock!
"Nhhhaaahh," she moaned through her nose, trying to pull back. But Jimmy had slipped a hand behind her head and was holding her there, his cock surging powerfully against the soft pink pillow of her tongue. When she looked up at him, he smiled and held the switch up for her to see. His finger moved, the button clicked, and again Mandy's pussy squeezed down around the humming egg that he'd slipped into her juicy young cunt hole.
Now Jimmy pulled her head forward and back, letting his shaft penetrate deeper into her mouth. At first Mandy tried to keep her reason. But the vibrations in the depths of her pussy made her want to suck something. And the hard, hot cock against her tongue was the perfect size and shape to suck. She tightened her lips around him, sliding them up and down as her tongue curled around his tip. That egg was driving her crazy. It was like Jimmy's cock head. A tingling, vibrating cockhead. And she had one in her mouth, too. She sucked harder, ravishing the delicate surfaces of his prick with her tongue.
Mandy hardly noticed when the vibrator quit exciting her. Her pussy was throbbing so hard that it seemed like the tingling excitement was continuing. And she couldn't seem to get enough of that swollen knob of Jimmy's cock.
"Mmmmm," she cooed, her lips making sloppy, sucking sounds. Her nostrils flared as she sucked. Her fingers squeezed Jim's shaft, holding him steady while she rolled her head from side to side. She was smearing her hot spit all over his cock. She bobbed her head up and down, letting his head slide against the inside of her cheek. And all the while, her tongue teased and petted him. Her hips plunged while she did this. She felt very close to coming.
"Good girl, you're learning fast." Jimmy stroked the sides of her face as he spoke. His breathing had gotten faster and his belly was tensed. Mandy noticed all this with excitement.
"Mhhhuuhhh," she sighed, feeling the tension build along Jimmy's cock. The head had swelled out into a hot, blunt barb of meat. She bathed it with her tongue, making soft, sucking sounds that seemed to pull even more blood into the tip.
When Jimmy pushed it to the back of her throat, she choked for a moment. But to have the whole throbbing length of his cock shoved between her lips was devastatingly thrilling.
"Ohhh, baby! You're getting it good."
"Mmmmm."
"...you learned faster than I thought you would." Jim's finger hovered over the switch. Mandy felt his body surging, felt his cock lifting up into the roof of her mouth. The button clicked and her cunt was suddenly filled with shivering pleasure. Her clit rose again until its movements matched the flicking of her tongue. She was going to come. And Jimmy was going to come, too. He was going to come in her mouth.
As Mandy's body twitched convulsively, her head went down and back, her lips sliding the full length of Jimmy's cock shaft. And her tongue made a deep, warm trough for his tip to ride in. The first hot spurts of cum spattered into her throat then and she made soft, gurgling sounds as she wolfed the stuff down.
Jimmy watched her with excitement. He kept petting the sides of her face, caressing her chin as the white streaks of jizz leaked down. The vibrating egg was turning Mandy's pussy into a tingling radiance. As she leaned forward with her hands circled tightly around his cock shaft, her slim ass did a jerky, frenzied dance. The tiny white cord dangled from between her cunt lips. Deep inside her cunt, the egg went on humming. Juice was spilling out of her cunt now, making a dark spot on the rug between her knees.
"Ohhh, ohhhhhmmmmm," she moaned through her nose, a bead of white cum oozing from one nostril as Jimmy's spurting cock filled her mouth to overflowing.
"Suck it, baby, suck it all down!"
"Mmmmmmm."
"Oh, yeah, baby, you got it good. Real good!" Jimmy screamed.
CHAPTER SEVEN
With Jimmy's cum flowing powerfully now, Mandy stopped bobbing her head so much. She had to concentrate on sucking that creamy jizz down her throat. It tasted so strange. Its slickness excited her all the more. As if she needed any more excitement. Because the vibrator that her boss had forced up into her pussy was making her so weak with lust that she felt close to fainting.
Her cum slick fingers slipped away from his shaft as she crumpled over. Her mouth came free with a pop and one last spurt of cum hit her cheek. She fell sideways onto the rug. Her ass lurched forward and back as she kicked her legs. Her body continued to writhe with fucking motions. She couldn't think, couldn't even cry out. She was going to come for the second time. She was going to lose her mind it felt so good! "Uhhhh, uhhhhhhhh!"
Jimmy stood over her, his big cock dripping strings of cum onto her thigh. With all her squirming around, Mandy's dress had hiked up to expose her milky legs and she was dimly aware of Jimmy's eyes on her.
"Please...." she gasped at last. "Please, turn that thing off n n now!"
Jimmy flicked the switch. But no sooner had the egg stopped buzzing inside her cunt that Mandy began to wish she'd stayed quiet. She clutched for the cord that entered her pussy and pulled the plastic egg out of her pussy. But the throbbing and the maddening spasms didn't stop.
"Ohh, ohhhh, god!" Mandy cried, staggering to her feet. She clutched at her cunt, her fingers sliding around the band of her panties as she speared a finger up into the dripping softness of her soaking wet pussy.
"Jimmy, help me." She wasn't even sure what she meant.
"I can't help much with this," her boss laughed.
He was pulling his pants up over his wilted cock. It was still swollen pretty big, but had lost its stiffness. He stuffed his shirt in and tightened his belt.
"Ohhhhh, ohhhh, I think I'm losing my mind." Mandy lurched against a chair, knocking it over. Her cunt was throbbing like it was on fire. She needed something. Something nice and hard. Something that would slide in and out of her pussy.
Jimmy gave her a weird look over his shoulder as he moved towards the door. He was winding the cord up, shoving the plastic egg into his pocket. Mandy was all dizzy and out of breath. Her whole body seemed to hover on the edge of that last come she hadn't quite caught. She rubbed her finger up and down her cunt slit as the juices dripped out of her pussy. "I hate you!"
But Jimmy didn't reply. He simply closed the door softly behind him. Mandy staggered around her plush office, wishing she'd never left her home town. But that was all behind her now. She had to do something to relieve the itchy madness that would soon drive her totally insane.
"Tommy!" she moaned, remembering. Jimmy's son. He might still be upstairs in his room. He just might. She jerked her white dress down and smoothed it. She tried to compose herself, hoping that her cheeks were not too flushed or her eyes too soft and yielding.
When she went into the outer office, Tanya was gone from her desk. Mandy said a little prayer of thankfulness and hurried across the large entrance hall to the stairs. She didn't want to run into anybody just now. Her mind was burning with the one thing she needed worse than anything else, cock!
The upstairs hallway was quiet, her feet hardly making a sound as she went along the rug. She had knocked three times at Tommy's door and had almost given up when she saw the knob turn. Tommy was standing there with a towel wrapped around his waist. He looked at her with a crooked smile.
"The way you've been avoiding me, I didn't expect a visit this early in the day."
"I've got to...talk to you," Mandy gasped. She came into the room, feeling nervous now that she'd actually made her move. Her cunt was throbbing more feverishly that ever, though. She turned, her uplifted eyes trying to tell Tommy that she needed to be held.
"Your father," she stammered. "He . . Tommy laughed out loud. "That horny bastard. I'll bet he's been in your pants, right?"
Mandy didn't quite know how to react. After all, Tommy had done terribly naughty things to her that first day. And here she was back in his room, her emotions in a confused state, her mind swirl "God, Mandy, you're so damned beautiful. I guess I was a little crude that first time. I'm just so used to going after every chick my dad hires. It's gotten to be a habit."
Mandy gave a sob and pressed herself against the slender, handsome boy. She needed to feel contact, to feel loved. When Tommy's arms went around her shoulders, she snuggled and moaned under her breath. She knew she shouldn't be there, but it felt so good to be comforted.
"Baby, you smell pretty warm...."
"I...I guess I'd better go. I don't really know why I came up here." Her mind was clearing now. She realized that Jim's vibrator had made her half crazy. She didn't have any business coming to Tommy's room like this! And his cock was beginning to push out the towel that covered his loins.
"Mandy, you're so nice and soft." His mouth pressed into her neck. Mandy struggled to get to the door, but Tommy moved her easily to his bed. His towel fell away. For the first time, Mandy saw his cock. It was nearly as long as his father's, but more slender. The tip of it was like a finely sculptured barb of swollen meat.
"Ever since I first saw you, Mandy, I've dreamed of sticking my cock way up inside your hot little cunt. When I was licking you, I thought of how nice it would be to get between your thighs and wrestle you around on the bed. And fuck you."
"I'm sorry I came and disturbed you," Mandy babbled, edging towards the door. Tommy caught her wrist and pulled her close.
"Mandy, you're a funny girl. It's like you've got two personalities. And these two parts of you are always fighting." He kissed her mouth and the unexpected thrills made Mandy let out a soft groan.
"Ohhhhh, I'm so mixed up!" she shrieked. "Wouldn't you like to feel my cock sliding into you?"
"No!" Mandy yelled.
"Wouldn't you like to feel your cunt opening up? Wouldn't you like to feel me spreading your thighs and kissing your tits and...."
"Let me go!" she gasped, trying to gain control of her emotions. Tommy's hand was doing something at her back. He was unbuttoning her dress. He slipped it off of her shoulders, kissing each one gently as her nakedness was revealed.
Her dress was puddled around her ankles now and still she couldn't make her muscles move. She couldn't seem to twist herself free of this young man's arms. He was getting her bra off now and his mouth traced the lace edge of it as he lowered the bra past her nipples. Then he was sucking one, and she arched her back and shuddered in the strength of his embrace.
"...Don't want to do this," she mumbled. Her cunt felt heavy with blood. It pulsed damply against her panty crotch. Tommy had hooked his fingers under the elastic now and was stripping her undies down. Mandy squirmed, knowing it was too late now. He was going to do things to her, things that would make her more ashamed than ever. But didn't she want what he'd whispered about? Hadn't she come up here to feel his hot cock sliding into her big, juicy pussy?
"Tommy! I wish I knew what was right."
"This is right," he sighed, pushing her down on the bed. He was on top of her before she could roll away. Their legs intertwined and his mouth smeared hot spit across her lips. She tried to push at his chest, but as his kisses weakened her, she let her palms slide up along his shoulders, then down his back.
Tommy nudged her knees apart. Though she resisted, she let him open her up. Once a boy was wedged between a girl's thighs, the game was over. Mandy knew that he could anything he wanted now. And she felt his cock pressing against her outer cunt lips. Her pussy was so swollen that he entered her easily, his streamlined cock head going into the mushy, pink heat of her cunt. Her plump mound opened, and the lips inside opened too as he sank into her with a juicy sound.
Mandy moved her hips from side to side. It was a sin to feel anything so good! She gasped into Tommy's ear, begging his forgiveness. He laughed, his hips thrusting. The sudden penetration she felt made her throw her head back. Her mouth opened and closed without sound. Tommy kissed and licked her throat, his hands tracing the long, curvy lines of her body.
"Baby, you're so fine!"
"Ohhhhh, Tommy," she gasped. She was past reasoning now. All she knew was the sliding slick friction of Tommy's cock going into her cunt. Her satin smooth pussy clasped tightly around his hard prick shaft.
"God damn, I knew it would be good, but I didn't think it'd be this good!"
"You like me, Tommy?" Mandy asked, fluttering her eyelashes.
"I'm crazy about you." His tongue went into her mouth. Mandy writhed, sucking on it like it was a cock. Her thighs opened more. She gave herself up to the wild fucking. And it was getting wild! Tommy was gasping and thrusting, his slender prick getting very, very deep.
"Uhhhh, Tommeeeeee!" Mandy could feel his tip throbbing and swelling. It glided in and out of her as she wiggled her ass against the bed. Her nipples were hard and hot and as Tommy moved against her, he lowered his mouth to cool their heat. But his sucking only made them hotter.
Mandy clutched his head with her long fingers, guiding his hungry mouth across each one in turn. "Ohhhhh, honey, bite me a little! Bite me!" As Tommy chewed on her, his cock speared deeper than it had been before.
Mandy hunched her back down into the bed, offering her young, dainty pussy to this young stud. He took it, took every inch. His cock head was a feverish knob of excitement now. She rolled her hips wildly, her belly heaving. She knew that every movement smeared her hot juices across his tip.
And her movements were rubbing her swollen clit against the base of Tommy's cock, too! She felt her muscles tighten around him. The trembling energy that Jimmy's vibrator had caused was surging back. She was going to come quick and hard. She babbled something against Tommy's mouth as he kissed her, his ass moving with a steady rhythm. He was fucking her deeply. Mandy could feel each exquisite stab of hot, hard cock. Her pussy seemed to flow around it, pulling and milking at his rigid prick meat until Tommy shuddered and clutched her ass like a madman. "Ohhhhh, I'm gonna come!" Mandy cried. "Me, too, baby! Me, too!" For the first time ever, Mandy knew what it was like to come in her lover's arms just as his hot cum spurted into her pussy. They writhed together, their hands fumbling, caressing, their mouths hungry for each other. Mandy spiralled up in a storm of ecstasy, her hips plunging viciously to rub that crazy itch that seemed to be devouring her pussy completely. And as she plunged, she rode the hard spear of Tommy's cock. Her cunt cum seemed to match her own explosive pleasure. "Ahhhh...."
"Ohhhhh, Mandeeeee!"
"Tommy...it's so hard! Your cock is so damned hard!"
They wrestled together, clinging as the exquisite convulsions shot through them. Mandy had her hands on Tommy's ass and she could feel each of his plunging thrusts as he fucked into her cunt. They ground their pubes together as his prick went on spurting the hot cum deep into her pussy.
"Ohhhhhhh, I've never felt anything like that!" he hollered.
"Tommy, me neither!" Mandy squealed. At last they were still, panting with exhaustion. Mandy blinked and tried to prolong the moment. But she could feel the awful thoughts leaking back. She remembered what Jim expected of her. And she thought of Brewster and his huge prick coming towards her, menacing her sweet pussy.
"Why are you trembling?" Tommy asked soothingly.
"Tommy, do you know what your father wants me to do? I mean, do you know why he hired me?"
"I guess I do." Tommy petted her hair. "He likes to have pretty girls around to help out with his business deals."
"But he wants me to do awful things with these men. Already, Brewster has...." She stopped.
"Brewster? He's made a pass at you?"
"Yes." Mandy left it at that. "When I first came here, I didn't know what was going on. I was a virgin, Tommy." His look made her angry. "I know it's hard to believe, but it's true. And I'd never had much education about sex, and then all of a sudden it was coming at me from every direction. That's why I'm here right now. Your father...."
"What did my father do?" Tommy looked pissed off.
"You told me yourself that he plays pretty fast and loose with his secretaries." Mandy pushed a blonde lock off her nose. Her blue eyes were wide and innocent. "Don't you think he's been after me?"
"But you seem so young. I thought you were a prude when I first went down on you. After doing that, most girls beg to be fucked."
Mandy's cheeks reddened. "I don't want to be what Jim wants me to be."
"Then quit."
"I...I can't." Mandy was trying to think of a way to tell Tommy about the photographs. But if he knew about them, he would surely think the worse of her. Up inside her cunt, she could feel his cock melting. She tightened her cunt around him. He sighed and kissed her mouth.
"I like you Mandy. I like you a lot. I've never felt this way about any of my dad's secretaries before."
"What about Tanya? Have you ever...."
"Naw, she thinks I'm just a kid. And anyway, my old man gives her steady fucking. I know he doesn't approve of me fooling around with his secretaries. If I ever tried to get in Tanya's pants, he'd give me hell."
"Tommy, your father has...." She couldn't finish.
"He did put it to you then?" Tommy said, his eyes lowering.
"I didn't want him to. If I'd known you and I would share something like this, I would never have let him. I'm so ashamed!" she shrieked.
Tommy rolled away from her and went to look out the window. For a long time, he just stood there thinking. Mandy didn't push him. She knew that with Tommy on her side, she might have a chance to extricate herself from this sex trap she'd let Jimmy weave around her.
"Why can't you quit?" he asked finally.
Mandy knew she'd have to tell him now. "He took pictures of me. Dirty pictures. I didn't even know he had a camera."
"What were the pictures like?" Mandy put her face in her hands. "Oh, Tommy, do I have to tell you?"
He cursed and walked back and forth in the room. "It's really crazy. I've never felt protective before. I've treated girls kind of like my old man treats them. But, god, Mandy, if anybody hurt you, I'd kill them!"
"Then get those photographs, Tommy. Please!"
"I don't know. My dad's pretty secretive. I'll have to snoop around."
She ran to him, cum streaming down the inside of her thigh. She threw her arms around his neck. His fingers felt her ass, then her cunt.
"I guess I kinda made a mess," Tommy said, his fingers wet with his own cum.
"I'm glad. It's the first time I really wanted a man to spurt his cream inside me! I'm not even afraid now. Not if you help me, Tommy."
"I don't know...I guess I could try." Mandy kissed him. Inside, she felt as if she were now playing a dozen roles. How did she really fell about Tommy? Maybe it didn't matter. If he could help her wriggle out of her awful predicament that was what mattered.
CHAPTER EIGHT
It was still an hour before she would be through for the day, and Mandy was trying to keep busy. She didn't want to think about the web that seemed to be closing in around her. As Jimmy continued to initiate her into the inner circles of his sexual operations she was expected to perform more services. He taught her how to suck cock, how to fuck, how to please a friend. Mandy shivered at what her next duty might be.
When her buzzer sounded and she answered to find Tanya on the line, she was afraid that the next episode was about to begin. She was right. It was Brewster. Jimmy had left the mansion for the rest of the day, but Brewster wanted to take Mandy out to dinner. Mandy tried to make up an excuse, but as she stammered over the intercom, Brewster came through her door and loomed over her, hands on his hips, a sly grin on his face.
"I never did like trying to tell somebody what to say for me," he said loudly.
"Why don't you t t take Tanya out. She's probably more eager to go than I am."
"That may be true, but I want you."
Mandy swallowed and pushed a nervous hand through her hair. She rose slowly and came around the desk. It seemed such a short time ago she'd been on her knees in front of Jimmy, his hot cock sliding in and out of her mouth. She could still taste his cum. If she went out with Brewster, what would he expect of her? She felt so small and weak and innocent.
"The last time we were together, you frightened me," she said.
"I'll promise I won't make you do anything you don't want to do," Brewster told her. His hand touched her shoulder. "Come on, I'll bet you're hungry."
Mandy got her sweater and followed the huge ex football player out of the office. As she passed Tanya's desk, she saw the smile on the girl's lips.
Mandy felt as if she were being led away like a slave. And a certain part of her trembled inside and was excited as she got into Brewster's car. What made her feel like this? After all that her parents had told her about the dangers of sex, how could she agree to go out to dinner with a man who'd actually forced his cock into her ass? Even the way he looked at her gave her the shivers. She could see his cock stretching out against his slacks.
The supper club was very imagine and Mandy found herself hungrier than she had thought. But she stayed away from the wine. She didn't want to lose control of her emotions. She wanted to keep a cool head. It wasn't easy with Brewster touching her leg under the table.
"You were born to be fucked and fondled he told her in a sexy whisper. "You're like a statue in a museum, your tits, your ass."
"Please, Brewster, don't say those things. I'm just a young girl trying to get along. You don't make it easy."
"You're not trying to tell me you don't enjoy sex?"
"Well, I...." Mandy pressed her lips together and straightened her shoulders. "It depends."
"Depends on how big the guy's cock is?" Brewster asked, laughing.
"You're horrible." But as he told her this, Mandy remembered the different cocks she'd seen.
Jimmy's was thick and large. Tommy's was as long as his father's, but more slender, more delicate looking. The thought of it sliding into her cunt gave her a shiver. She found herself smiling, her cheeks flushed. Brewster laughed again. "See, you're thinking of it right now."
"Of course I wasn't," Mandy lied. "The trouble with you, pretty girl, is that you won't admit how you really feel. You won't admit that it's natural for a woman to think of a cock stabbing into her pussy."
"I think you'd better take me home," Mandy demanded.
"Not yet, baby. Not just yet." When the boy brought the car around, Mandy felt a moment of panic. Before she got in, she wondered if she could just start running. Maybe if she made enough of a commotion, Brewster wouldn't pursue her. But then he grabbed her elbow and pushed her in, closing the door behind her. In a few moments, they were speeding away, the expensive automobile almost soundless as Brewster guided it through heavy traffic.
"Where are we going?" Mandy asked, her voice quivering. "You'll see."
Mandy was more nervous than ever. She could almost smell Brewster's lust. She remembered vividly all the ways he'd touched her that first night. She knew his cock was huge. She hadn't really had a good look at it, but it was the largest cock she'd ever been fucked by. Now she was recalling some of the things she'd done while Brewster had ass fucked her. She'd touched his balls! She'd squeezed them like he'd asked her to. Mandy blushed with shame to remember her own crazed actions. "I must have been drunk," she mumbled. "What's that you said, baby?"
"Nothing. Where are we going?" They were down by the docks now. Mandy could see the rigging of yachts along the marina. She looked around as if seeking a path of escape. But things were narrowing down for her with every passing second. Brewster braked and came around to her side of the car. He blocked her path so she couldn't make a break for it. She walked ahead of him towards the large cabin cruiser. Brewster half lifted her, half carried her aboard.
"I'm renting this boat while I'm in town," he told her. "I used to do some sailing myself."
It didn't take half an hour for Brewster to guide the cruiser into open water and head south down the coast. Lights moved past on the shore as Mandy clung to the rail, her heart beating faster now. She knew she was alone with Brewster, trapped on this boat. She knew what he wanted to do to her. He'd only had his fingers in her hot little pussy. He wanted to try something a bit more intimate. He wanted to fuck her hot little pussy.
"Why don't you come up here?" Brewster called from the wheelhouse.
"This is fine," Mandy called back.
"Then go change into something more casual," he said. "You'll find a little present on the bed in my cabin.
"I'll just keep my dress on, thanks."
"Go change, Mandy, or I'll come change your clothes for you."
Mandy hurried down the steps to the cabin. A dim light glowed from the wall. She glanced to the bed where Brewster had laid out her surprise. She was shocked to see an outfit every bit as skimpy as the panties Tanya had picked out for her that day in town. The only difference was that now she had a matching top to go with the bottoms. And as she picked the silky undies up, she saw other differences. The panties had a string tie on one side.
Mandy was breathing hard by the time she skinned off her white dress and slipped into these naughty little nothings. The bra was of the sheerest nylon and cupped her firm, white tits tightly. But her nipples pushed out the material as if there were nothing there at all. With the red silk contrasting sharply against her white skin, Mandy made her way back to the deck. By now, they were moving through a warm breeze. Despite her skimpy attire, Mandy wasn't chilly. But she was trembling anyway.
She didn't look around to where Brewster was, though she knew his eyes were on her. The cruiser plunged slowly ahead, and Mandy noticed that the sea was very calm now. She walked nervously along the rail, watching lights from the shore. They were out four or five miles. She turned suddenly when she heard footsteps behind her.
"I put her on a heading. I know these waters so we'll be all right for a while."
"Brewster, stay away from me." Mandy backed up until the rail was against the small of her back. Brewster came over and stood there without touching her. His eyes scanned every square inch of her body.
"When I was in high school, there was a cheerleader who looked just like you. I was in love with her so bad I was half crazy. But she didn't want anything to do with me. I had a picture of her that I jacked off to all the time. I even wrote poems for her. But she married some other goon."
Mandy swallowed hard. "She looked like me?"
"Almost exactly. I know 'cause I used to sneak down to the janitor's storeroom. He had cut a hole through the wall of the girl's locker room so he could watch them shower. I cut classes so I could watch that cheerleader taking off her clothes and soaping herself up and...."he took a big breath and let it out slowly. "I even watched her finger fuck one time. It turned me on something awful."
Mandy lowered her eyes. She could hardly bear to meet Brewster's hot gaze. She felt so naked, so vulnerable. But when he reached out for her, she bolted. She jumped over a coil of rope and hurried off down the side of the boat. Brewster cursed and came after her.
"You can't go anywhere, baby," he hollered. "You can run around in circles until you're exhausted, but you won't get away."
Mandy ran anyway. She ducked behind a life boat, then cut back behind the wheelhouse. A big hand caught her wrist and she gave a scream that could be heard a mile. Unfortunately, they were almost out of sight of the shore by now.
"I've got my little cheerleader now," Brewster gasped, kissing Mandy's blonde hair, his hands sliding down her naked back. She squirmed and tried to pull away, but now his fingers caressed the taut, red nylon that covered her cunt. It was damp and he knew it.
Mandy was pulled own the steps to the cabin and tossed onto the bed. Before she could slide away from his grasp, Brewster had pushed his mouth down against her cunt. For the next fifteen minutes, Mandy was slowly feasted upon, teased to the point of madness. She kept trying to resist the shimmering pleasure that rolled up her body. It was impossible. Brewster wasn't out to just rape her and satisfy himself with a quick, hot come. He was out to make her half crazy first. His mouth moved against her silky panty crotch with ever slipping under it. He tongued the edges, licked her thighs and belly, and fondled her tits.
Mandy was so excited by the time he pulled the little tie at the side of her panties, she was rolling her hips in slow, hungry circles. The drenched red satin was peeled away from the pinkness of her cunt. Brewster gazed into the glossy heat between the lips of her cunt as if he'd found the secret of the universe.
"No! Don't kiss me anymore...not there!"
His mouth pressed into her cunt, his tongue dividing each delicate fold, his lips sucking out her juices. Mandy writhed, her tits rising and falling under the tight clasp of her bikini bra. Despite her intention to resist, her knees bent up, then opened. She felt her cunt being stretched apart as she offered the hungry man everything she had.
And he wasted no time getting to it. By the sloppy, sucking sounds that came from between her thighs, Mandy knew Brewster was making a pig of himself. He was eating her like she'd never been eaten before!
"Ohhhh, ohhhh, my god! What are you doing to me?" Mandy squawked.
Brewster's tongue was so gentle, yet so hot! It explored the hottest, most secret places along the length of her cunt slit. It speared into her hole, smearing hot spit everywhere. And his lips moved across her hot young pussy like the softest velvet. Mandy plunged her ass up and down, smearing her juices against the man's chin.
The skimpy undies were hanging from one thigh now, and Mandy had almost forgotten she'd even had them on. Her mind was lost to the incredible juicy pleasure Brewster's mouth was giving her slick pussy.
"Uhh, uhhhhh, god!" she groaned, her head flopping back and forth.
When the pleasure stopped, it took Mandy a few moments to regain her composure. She was almost too weak to sit up. When at last she focused her eyes, she could see Brewster standing by the bed, stripping off his clothes. Another jolt of panic hit her, but she was too weak to attempt to get away. And where would she go if she did run?
"Oh god!" she cried, seeing his cock swing free. It looked over eight inches long and was as thick as her wrist. She babbled helplessly as the big man rolled onto the bed and caught her. He pulled her against him, pulled her on top of his body. Mandy could feel his muscled hardness against her tits, against her belly and thighs. He was so strong that he didn't even work up a sweat holding her. But the hardest thing of all was his cock. It was pressed between her belly and his. It was throbbing hard.
"You've got to get used to it sometime," he whispered.
"No!" Mandy squealed, shaking her head so hard that her blonde hair flew out over her shoulders. This little display seemed to make Brewster want her all the more.
"Feel how long it is against your belly?"
"Yes. It's scary!"
"Touch it," he commanded.
"No!" Mandy yelled.
Brewster made her sit against his thighs and forced her to circle her long fingers around his meat. Just to stare down at that thing made Mandy's breath quicken. But it was frightening. She estimated that it was probably eight or nine inches long. The head swelled as she pushed the skin back. It was dark from trapped blood and glistening with Brewster's sticky pre-cum. "Jack it," he ordered.
Mandy jacked. She pulled the skin up so that it almost covered his knob again, then stripped it down as far as she could. Brewster groaned and moved his hips. She repeated this again and again, watching the head grow even larger with every move of her trembling fingers.
Brewster's balls looked heavy and hot, but she kept her hands away. She remembered how strange those heavy eggs had felt when he'd made her touch them that other time. Her hot cunt was leaking juice now, making a slick smear against Brewster's left thigh where she perched and wiggled. Yes, she was wiggling, rubbing her parted cunt lips against him. She couldn't help herself after all that licking. She had to keep some sort of friction going or she'd flip out.
"Put your mouth on it," Brewster said forcefully.
Again, Mandy shook her head. Brewster's look told her she'd better obey or else. She inched back along his thigh, her pussy rubbing as she squirmed to get her head down. Mandy was panting by the time she touched her pursed lips lightly to his swollen, blood taut cock head.
"Damn," Brewster croaked.
Mandy didn't do anything but rub her lips around the surface of his cock tip. Her spit mingled with the big man's juices until everything was very slippery and sexy. Brewster made funny sounds in his throat for a while, then pulled her head away.
"Okay, baby, time for more fun," he announced.
"What? What are you gong to do?" she stammered.
Brewster pulled her up against his chest, her hard warm tits pressing against him. She tried to push herself up, but he wouldn't allow it. He moved her forward along his body, her knees straddling his hips, then his waist, as Mandy crawled to where he wanted her.
But apw she realized that in that position, with her knees pulled forward like that, her pussy was stretched wide. And as her lips touched Brewster's chin, he lifted his cock behind her. It brushed upwards into the dripping, fevered slickness of her pussy.
"Nhhhhooo," she groaned, her hips seesawing wildly. But moving like this only rubbed the entire surface of her cunt across Brewster's swollen cock head. The juicy, sexy sound took her breath away. And the slippery friction across her clit made her nipples stab out against the big man's chest.
"Ohhhh, please, don't fuck me! You'll kill me if you put that thing in me!"
Brewster just laughed, his hands petting her ass, sliding close to her parted cunt lips. Then he found her hole. Mandy made a strangled sound as he pushed his middle finger suddenly into her pussy.
"Ghhu, ghuuuuhh!" she gasped, her ass dancing as she felt the glorious pleasure spreading. Brewster wound her long hair in one hand, held her face up so he could tongue fuck her mouth. At the same time, he finger fucked her tight, young pussy. After a few seconds of this, Mandy was grunting like a hungry little piggy. Her cunt muscles squeezed against his knuckles.
"Just think," Brewster whispered, "my cock will feel even better that that."
"No...ohhhhh, I'm so scared." Yet despite her fear, Mandy couldn't stop working her ass around. That damned finger just wouldn't go quite deep enough! It wasn't quite big enough, either. Ohh, it was driving her crazy!
Brewster teased her for a while, then withdrew his finger so slowly that Mandy almost came unglued. She even reached back with her hand and tried to make him stuff it in again. Brewster licked her mouth, and when he pushed the tip of his tongue out again, she sucked at it voraciously. Her fingers still fumbled at his hand.
"Here," he panted, grabbing her wrist. "Grab this!"
Now Mandy's fingers clutched the thick, throbbing shaft of Brewster's cock. She was so hot she couldn't think. She jerked his heavy prick upwards, rubbing herself with the hot tip. She rubbed up and down, her ass plunging to increase the friction.
"Put it inside yourself," Brewster whispered. "I...I can't."
"Just think how good it'll feel to have that tight little cunt stretched."
"No!" she shrieked.
"Just imagine my cock sliding up into you. You can take as much as you want. I'm not doing anything but lie on my back. You're running the show."
"Don't want to...I'm afraid!" Mandy whimpered.
But even as Brewster said this, Mandy stroked her cunt again with his big, fat cock head. And she was inching it closer to her hole. Her muscles dilated rhythmically, yearning for his prick. Mandy felt giddy. She touched her pussy gently, then pulled his big prick away. A second later, she was rubbing her hole again. "Go on, you little nympho, stick it in!"
"I'm not a nympho," Mandy blurted. She wasn't even sure what a nympho was, just knew it was something she shouldn't be. Especially if Brewster thought she was. But it did feel so good to rub the edges of her hole with the head of his cock! As she rubbed his prick across her cunt, it throbbed, swelling and shrinking with a rhythm that seemed almost to match her hurried pulse.
"Ohhhh, I can't stand it!" she panted, centering the spongy tip against her hole. She tried with all her will to keep from sliding back down Brewster's body. But before she could stop herself, her willowy body squirmed atop him and she rocked her hips. The pressure against her pussy grew as she pressed back against the rigid shaft of meat she held with both trembling hands. Her pussy flooded juice now and she could feel it over her knuckles. Brewster's cock was so slippery, it was hard to hold on to. But she dug her nails in and clung with all her might. Again, her slim hips rocked from right to left. She inched back, one knee bent and then the other. Now the pressure against her tight, quivering hole was so much that it almost hurt. That swollen head was stretching her larger than she'd ever been stretched before! "...so big! Ohhhhh, it's too big!"
"Keep going, baby, just a little more...." Brewster's eyes were wild with the pleasure he felt as her strongly muscled hole clenched and spasmed around his hot prick tip.
Now Mandy wriggled in a frenzy of lust. She couldn't go on teasing herself, only half pushing that thing inside her cunt. She had the wildest need to stab it deep into her fevered pussy. And she did! With a groan, with her head thrown suddenly back, she gave a lunge, her back arching, then hunching up. There was a wet, slick sound and a shimmering, breathtaking thrill knifed through her body. Mandy made weak sounds of excitement as her velvet slick cunt slipped down over Brewster's cock. It was plowing her open, rubbing wonderfully against the inner flesh of her pussy. Her ass trembled and did a jerky, nervous dance. She moved awkwardly at first, not quite sure just what was going to happen to her now that she was impaled on the largest prick she'd ever fucked in her life.
Brewster petted her narrow back, panting almost as loudly as she was. Mandy was holding herself up on her elbows and knees, rolling her hips this way and that as she tested the size and depth of her cunt hole. As his gouging cock head brought pure pleasure to her pussy, she drooled on Brewster's chest, her fingers curling in the bedcovers, her long blond hair sweeping down over her face to tickle the big man's shoulders. She had been excited before. But nothing like this. Even when her hot pussy had been eaten, even J when she'd been finger fucked and fucked in the ass at the same time. Nothing was as excruciatingly thrilling as this! She seemed to be caught on the head of Brewster's cock now. It had swelled even larger, its flared edges catching at her cunt flesh until she could only roll her ass and roll her pussy around in circles upon his juice greased knob. The hot friction made the big man gasp as he pulled in air. He bent his head down to capture one of Mandy's white tits in his mouth. She gave a weak squeal and arched her back so he could get all of it. As his teeth edged into her tit, as his tongue tortured her nipple, she let out another moan. It was a low, animal like growl that started deep in her throat and ended in her nose. They were fucking wildly now, her ass never I stopping, his hands clutching each firm, plump cheek as she bobbed and plunged and fucked herself down another inch, then another.
"Yuuhhhh, s s so good!" Mandy screeched.
"Baby, get all of it! Get every damned inch of it!"
"Uhhhhhh, Brewster! Ohhhhhh, it's going in so deep! It's so big and hot!" Mandy breathed faster, her blue eyes wide with the wonder of Brewster's cock. It was like a small animal inside her! Throbbing and jerking against her clasped pussy. She bit her tongue, her pussy muscles squeezing his cock. As the tense circle closed, she realized that more than half of his prick was imbedded inside her twitching, writhing pussy hole.
Brewster's fingers fanned out under the cheeks of her ass as he guided her. She was still lying on top of him, her bent knees spread on each side of his body, her nipples tickling his chest. But now she was clutching his back with both hands, her ass prancing excitedly as she continued to press back against his throbbing stiff cock.
It was the sudden lunge that did it. Brewster moved his hips upward quickly, jabbing the last few inches of hard cock into her slippery hole. Mandy opened her mouth and made a gurgling sound as she felt her womb filled with cock. She was full! She had all of him now, her stretched cunt clasped tightly to every curve and bump of his cock shaft. From the edges of her inner lips, her juices leaked down to wet Brewster's balls.
"Now be still," he whispered. It wasn't easy to do what Brewster said, but Mandy bit her tongue and tried to keep her young ass from bobbing and dipping. Her pussy was convulsing with rhythmic contractions as if trying to milk the length of the big man's prick. But she managed to keep from moving.
"Just feel it inside you. Feel how hot and big it is. Now tell me if you like it."
"Oh, Brewster, you make me feel all crazy inside. Yes! Yes, I'm mad for it! I wish it could stay inside me forever! Inside my pussy! Aaaaghh!"
"Your juices are soaking into my cock," he gasped. "And deep, deep inside you, the head of my cock is pressed against your...."
"Yes! I can feel it!" Mandy tightened up her pussy muscles. "You're moving again," Brewster laughed. "I can't help it! Ohhhhh, it feels like heaven!" His big hands clutched her asscheeks, quieting her movements again. Mandy lay her head against his chest and tried to catch her breath. Her flesh shimmered with pleasure. Her heart beat fast and steady, each pulse making her cunt radiate with hot thrills. She longed to squirm against his hard cock again. But Brewster wouldn't let her. He lifted her face and she gave a little cry as their mouths joined. Then she was being kissed softly and deeply as the big man stroked her long, lean body.
CHAPTER NINE
Gently, Brewster began to rearrange Mandy's legs. She relaxed, letting him do what he wanted, her mouth still pressed against his, her tongue dancing against his. Finally, both of them were sitting up, her legs stretched out straight and straddling his waist. She was sitting on his cock now and it seemed to go even deeper than before as her bodyweight pressed her down upon his meat. Her ass was perched on his thighs, her arms tight around his back. They kissed again and again. His mouth was hot and warm and soft. She grew hungrier, feasting on the stab of his tongue as her pussy tightly clasped the huge, hot cock that impaled her cunt completely.
"I...I didn't know you could do it sitting up like this!" she hollered.
"There are lots of ways you can do it!" As she said this, Brewster fucked his cock harder. Mandy's blue eyes widened and she pulled in a quick breath.
"Oh!" she gasped.
"Like that?" he asked.
"Yes!" She ran her tongue across her lips and squeezed back, her pussy contracting around the base of the big man's cock. He smiled and blinked.
"I like that, too!" he screamed.
"Kiss me again, Brewster," Mandy begged, her freckled nose tilted up, her mouth open. Brewster kissed her slowly and deeply. Again, she was unable to keep her hips from doing a slow, sexy dance. Her pink pussy flesh smeared his prick with her juices as she writhed.
"Ohhhhh, Brewster, I want to come so bad!" Mandy wailed.
"Then you must like to fuck now, am I right?"
Mandy bit her lip. "Yes! Ohhh, yes, I do. I guess I've wanted to do this since the very first. I've been so mixed up." Her hips plunged faster. "Ohhh, my god! Ohhh, I'm gonna faint if it gets much better!"
She clung to Brewster's chest, her nails digging into his back, her firm round tits sliding up and down against his body as she jerked and twisted against the lovely shaft of rigid cock meat that filled her cunt so completely.
"Nhhhyyyuuhhh," she groaned, losing all control.
"Okay, baby, just go ahead and get what you want."
"Need it so bad!" Mandy panted, her ass plunging, her open mouth smearing wetly against Brewster's neck. "Need fucking so bad!"
"Go, baby, get it good!"
"Ohh, ohhhhhh, Brewster! Hold me tight! I'm gonna explode!"
It hadn't taken much to urge her tingling pussy into the final throes of ecstasy. She felt the tickle turn into something too incredible for words. The pleasure flowed through her pussy like she was melting into Brewster's body. She was becoming part of him. She lifted and fell upon his cock. She hooked her arms around his neck so she could lift herself up, sliding her tight pussy almost to the tip of his prick, then wiggling herself back down until she felt his balls pressing against her open slit.
"...deep," she murmured. "Nice and deep!"
All the while, Brewster kissed her neck and ears and mouth. He helped lift her, letting her pussylips slip around his cock head. Each time, his cock seemed to stab her deeper than before.
Mandy was coming like she'd never come in her life. She stretched away from Brewster, her head thrown back, her blonde hair tossing wildly as she writhed against him. The juicy, fucking sound between her thighs was the prettiest music she'd ever heard. The pulsing stretch of her cunt around his cock was sending her into paradise.
"Ohh, ohhhhhhh! Ahhhhhh!" she moaned.
Her belly pulled in under her ribs as she came. She couldn't breathe or think or worry about anything. She was completely alive, every nerve in her body tingling. Brewster rose on his knees, pushing her onto her back on the bed. Her knees went up high as he began to plunge between her soft thighs. Mandy gave a squeal as he sucked her nipples, his hands kneading her youthful curves, his cock slamming and spearing and fucking her into another world.
Mandy was totally free for the first time in her life. She dug her heels into the small of Brewster's back, then rubbed them down along his ass. She could feel every wild lunge. She could feel the incredibly powerful fucking movements of his body. And her pussy was stroked in a way that made her whole body shudder. She came with wild screams of passion. She clawed the big man's back. Her heels locked around his thighs as she plunged her cunt mound up and down, her cunt squeezing the base of Brewster's cock shaft.
Hot cum spattered into her pussy. She felt every surge, every hot jet enter her cunt. She rolled her hips faster, her breath screaming in her throat, her hands pulling at him, her cunt flesh sucking at his cock.
They kissed, a sloppy, wild kiss. Their tongues lashed together like snakes fighting. Mandy gave a little cry each time she felt another spurt of cum boil into the deepest part of her wet pussy.
It could have ended then but it didn't. Mandy felt herself rolled over again to be on top. She wiggled against Brewster's chest, keeping her itchy pleasure surging until, after dying away, it came back again. She was coming for the second time, her tight hole stripping the length of the big man's cock each time another jolt of ecstasy went through her. And he was still so hard and stiff!
"Nnnhhuuhh," she moaned, her nostrils flared with excitement. "I don't ever want it to end!"
But it had to. Mandy was hardly aware of exactly what had happened when her spasms finally ended. She found herself stretched out on the bed, her cunt empty. She blinked and came to full consciousness, her hand stretching out to find Brewster. He was there beside her on his back, his big cock resting against his thigh. It was glossy with cum and cunt juice. Though it wasn't as big as it had been inside her, it was still pretty big.
Mandy whimpered and crawled over. His prick was heavy and somewhat limp as she cradled it in her fingers and began to lap the spilled cum from its dusky head. Brewster gave a moan and caressed her head with lazy fingers.
"You're incredible," he sighed. "You learn everything very fast, you know."
"You've been a good teacher."
"Then you'll go with me to Europe?"
Mandy swallowed down a string of cum and looked up at him. "Me? Go with you?"
"Yeah, my deal with Jimmy is pretty well set up now, all the loose ends taken care of. I'll be heading back to my chateau outside of Paris. But I don't want to go alone."
Mandy remembered the photographs her boss had taken of her and his promise to expose her to her parents if she ever disobeyed him. The chance that Tommy might be able to get his hands on that incriminating evidence was pretty slim.
"I can't go, Brewster. I just can't." she said sadly.
"You want to, don't you?"
Mandy nodded. "I never thought I'd say yes to you, but I would go. I don't think I'll ever be the same after what you just did to me."
"What did I just do to you?" Brewster asked with a smile.
Mandy turned her bright blue eyes up to him. "You fucked me, Brewster. You fucked me like I needed to be fucked. I want to spend the rest of my life fucking you."
"Then why can't you go with me to Europe? Is it some hold that Jim's got on you?"
Mandy took a deep breath and nodded. "Give me until tomorrow. Maybe I can say yes then."
"Listen, I'll say something to Jim if it'll help."
"You'd better wait for now," Mandy told him. "I've got to be careful how I do this. There's a lot at stake for me."
Brewster rose and jerked on his pants. "I'd better get topside and see if we're still on course."
"I'm coming with you."
"Great. We can have some fun while I teach you how to steer the ship."
Mandy's mind cart wheeled. She could guess what Brewster had in mind. And when they got to the wheelhouse, she found she'd guessed right. While she clung to the big, brass wheel, Brewster slipped his cock into her from behind while she arched her back to push her pussy out to him. Slowly, wonderfully, he fucked her like that until she could hardly focus on the ocean ahead. Her hands clutched the wheel until her knuckles went white. Then she came, her juices mingling with more hot cum. It was wonderful to feel the sexy mess of jism and pussy sauce dripping down the in sides of her thighs. She stood on tiptoes while Brewster rammed and stroked her. It seemed he went on coming forever. And the rub of her asscheeks against his belly was nice.
"Brewster, darling," she panted at last, "it's getting awfully slippery. My toes keep sliding around on the deck...."
"Guess we spilled something," Brewster gasped against Mandy's neck. She was bent forward, still clinging to the wheel. Though they'd both finished coming, Brewster was still moving his cock in and out of her pussy very slowly. "You've just got to go with me to Europe," he told her. "I don't think I can do without you now."
Mandy packed all her things that morning before leaving the imagine penthouse her boss was paying for. She managed to hide her activities from Tanya, not wanting word to get out to Jimmy that she was about to make a break for it. Of course, she couldn't go at all unless she was able to get her hands on those photographs. But she was determined to manage that somehow. After Brewster had fucked her the evening before she realized she needed him as badly as he needed her. She wondered how long she could last without his big, hot cock. Even before lunch hour rolled around, she was having daydreams of being fucked by him. She was thankful that her boss was out of his office. If he'd called her in for some fun and games, she would have felt very strange. And to refuse him at this stage in her plans might upset everything.
Brewster was going to stop by sometime in the afternoon for her decision whether she would go with him or not. Mandy needed word from Tommy before then. Had he been able to find what she needed?
It was after ten when she became too nervous to work on any more of Jim's personal mail. She slipped out of the office and hurried upstairs to Tommy's room on the second floor of the mansion. When he opened the door, he gave her a smile and motioned towards the bed. Mandy's heart jumped when she saw the pictures, some of them enlarged. There were negatives, too.
"I got what you wanted," Tommy said, running a hand around her waist.
"I'm so ashamed," Mandy gasped, picking one up. There she was just like the first night Jimmy had fucked her. Her long legs were sprawled open, her nightie tangled around her waist, her pussy gleamed wetly in the light from the flesh. There was no mistaking the smears of cum on her thighs, dripping from her torn pussy hole.
"It turns me on," Tommy said, his hand tightening around her. His other fingers worked the button of her skirt.
"No, Tommy, not now. I've got to destroy these."
"Look, I took a hell of a chance. I had to make it look like a prowler had gotten into the darkroom," he said.
"I know you took a chance, and I appreciate it."
"You're going to let me fuck you tonight, aren't you?" The boy pouted, his hand caressing the swell of her ass. Through her clinging nylon panties, she could feel the warmth of his touch.
"Of course," she lied, hoping that by that evening she would be with Brewster far away.
"But until then," Tommy smiled. "I'll need a little something to tide me over."
"Tommy, really...."
"Really," he whispered, kissing her ear. Mandy gathered the photos and negatives, making sure all of them were there. After putting them back into the envelope, she turned towards the door. Tommy stood there blocking her way.
"Come on, Mandy, I can't wait until tonight. Can't we have a little quickie?"
"Tommy, I...."
But before she could slip around him, Tommy pushed his hand under her skirt and was trying to get the stubborn button loose with the other. She was pressed back against the door. Tommy gave up on the button and used both hands to jerk at her panties.
"No! Don't do that, Tommy, not now. I've got to get back to my desk!"
"My old man isn't even here. Who cares if you're at your desk or not?"
Tommy kissed her mouth and the envelope slipped from her fingers. She was fighting him, but weakly. His fingers had already stretched her panty crotch to one side and were exploring the hot wet folds of her pussy. She moaned when she felt the head of his cock being pushed against her cunt.
"Please, Tommy, can't we wait? Can't we...uhhhhhh! Ohhhh, my god!"
His slender cock had slipped between her pussy lips and popped against her muscled cunt hole before she'd had a chance to react. With one quick thrust, half of his cock had been buried in her feverish cunt. She wiggled a little, surprised by the sudden stiffness inside her pussy.
Tommy's slender prick slipped in deeper as he grasped her asscheeks and shoved against her. She was pinned against the door, her feet spread on the rug, her hands clutching his shoulders. She tried to keep him away, but the pleasure was spreading fast now, making her pussy surge with thrills.
"So damned hot...." the boy gasped, spearing her again. Her juices leaked down his rigid shaft and wet his balls. He dug his fingers into her firm ass. "Oh, god, Mandy! I'm crazy about you. I never knew I'd feel this way about a girl, but I do about you."
"Even after what your father's done to me?"
"To hell with him. You're going to be mine from now on. We'll run away if we have to."
"Ohhhhhh, Tommy, ohhhh, it's going in deep!"
Mandy was surprised just how deep his slender cock could fuck her. Since it went in easier, each thrust seemed to root in the deepest, hottest part of her cunt. In a few seconds, she'd forgotten about resisting him. Her hands slipped down his back and she realized that her fingers were urging against his ass, urging him deeper. Her hips rocked forward and back. She was rubbing her clit against the base of his shaft while he licked her mouth and whispered how crazy he was about her.
She flicked her blonde hair and let her emotions go. What did it matter now if she had one last fling with the young man who'd helped her out of her jam? She owed him that much. She was beginning to realize just how much a man needed that soft, hot hole in a woman's body. Brewster needed it bad enough to take her with him wherever he went. She knew she had something, a certain innocence and way of fucking that drove men wild. It was driving Tommy wild right now.
"Ohh, god Mandy, make it tight! Ohhhh like that, yeah! Ohhh, Mandy, I love you!"
Mandy plunged her hips faster, panting in Tommy's ear, then lashing out with her tongue to send him into excited shivers. He made sounds like a little lost boy who'd found comfort in his mother's arms. But he certainly wasn't treating her like a mother! Mandy smiled and petted his head and rolled her hips in a wild frenzy of lust that caused her satin slick pussy to pull strongly at the slender cock that filled it.
With a sharp cry, Tommy let go. She felt each upward lunge as his cock bubbled over with hot cum. She was close herself, but she didn't push herself to the edge. She made it good for Tommy instead, lurching and rubbing and panting into his ear. He liked that. His cock spurted rhythmically until at last he was finished coming.
"Now eat me," Mandy said, pushing his shoulders down. She was curious about just how much power she did have over Tommy.
He knelt on the floor between her spread feet, his cock dangling before him. It was still very stiff and coated with her juices and his spilled cum. Without hesitating, he buried his mouth up against the soft, blonde fluff of her cunt. She heard the slurpy sounds as he licked her cummy slit, his fingers clutching her thighs as he worked his tongue between the swollen folds of her cunt.
"Ohhhhh, yes, Tommeeee!" She hunched her back, pushing her hips out so he would find her clit. It throbbed like a time bomb. Every caress of his tongue inched her closer to what she wanted. She was trembling how, her long fingers tangled in the young man's hair. She was panting loudly, her breathing ragged and wild.
"Uhh, uhhhhh, Tommy! Uhhhhh, there, lick me right there!"
Her nails clawed his scalp. She jerked his head up so that his mouth feasted on that tingling, white hot lump of flesh that would send her into orbit. Her clit had grown into an inch long finger of tender meat, and Tommy pressed it between his lips.
"Nhhhaaaaahh!" Mandy cried, grinding her cunt in frenzied movements against his open mouth. She came with exquisite spasms that wracked her slim body. She came with the thrill of knowing that Tommy was her slave now. At least when she had him on his knees like this.
"Keep licking Tommy. Ohhhh, don't stop now!" she howled.
But it had to stop sometime. Maybe a girl would die if she came for more than a few seconds. Mandy was sure that the human body wasn't built to stand that much pleasure. But now that it was over, now that her short journey into paradise had ended, she pushed Tommy away and slipped her panty crotch back across her freshly fucked pussy. Immediately, it was drenched with cum.
"I'll see you tonight then?" Tommy asked cautiously.
"Yes, Tommy. Just come over to the apartment."
When she went back downstairs, the photos under her arm, Mandy felt bad about what she was going to do. Tommy would be expecting so much now that he'd helped her. And she was going to run out on him. She decided to leave Tanya a note on her desk. Maybe she could talk the dark haired beauty into giving Tommy sympathy when he found that his blonde haired dream had vanished. It wasn't that she didn't appreciate what he'd done for her. But she knew that Brewster was what she wanted now. When he looked at her, she felt already fucked. And when he fucked her, she died and went to heaven.
When Brewster came into her office at three that afternoon, she almost jumped across her desk to greet him. Mandy thrust her hips forward and rubbed her hands up and down his back.
"Still love me?" she whispered, her bright blue eyes mischevous.
"Oh, god, yes." He caressed her firm ass. She'd cleaned up since Tommy had fucked her that morning, but her pussy was still swollen. It pressed out against the thin satin of her fresh panties. She was wearing the little string and lace things Brewster had given to her the night on the boat. And the red silk halter was just visible under the edge of her low cut top. "And I can see you're ready."
"Got my bag right here," she said, showing him where she'd been hiding it.
"Then let's get the hell out of here before Jimmy comes back. He's a friend of mine, but I think I'd have to fight him if he saw me kidnapping you."
In less than two hours they were on board a transatlantic plane. As the stewardess checked to see that all seat belts were fastened, she gave Brewster a superheated look. He leaned to whisper in Mandy's ear.
"I hope she doesn't think I could be tempted. Maybe she thinks you're my daughter."
"I don't mind being your daughter," Mandy cooed, her hand finding the lump in his slacks. Brewster held a magazine over where she was touching, shielding her explorations from the other passengers. "Ohhh, you're so hard."
"That's because I haven't fucked you today yet," he said lewdly.
"How can we here? And it's such a long flight." Mandy squeezed again. His cock tip felt like a warm, spongy ball. She worked down the tab of his zipper. It didn't take her but a second to slip under his skivvies and curl her hot fingers around his shaft. Brewster's eyes half closed.
"God damn, Mandy, you're a crazy little cunt."
"That's what you've been training me for, isn't it?" His prick stiffened, straightening from the bind of his underwear. Now she could massage the full length of it more easily. Her thumb and forefinger formed a tight ring around his knob, moving back and forth deliciously.
"Anybody looking at us?" Mandy gasped.
"Naw, the kids in the seat across the aisle are all glued to the window." Brewster moved his hips. "And the stewardess is on her way to the kitchen."
"Are you close?" Mandy sighed, hungry for him now. Hungry for his cum.
With a final look around, Mandy pushed the magazine out of the way, dropped her head down and fastened her wet lips around the head of Brewster's cock. Before her eager tongue had licked him more than half a dozen times, he let out a sigh and shuddered. A hot fountain of cum boiled into her mouth. Mandy cooed happily, gulping the thick curds down, her mouth sliding slickly over his firm, throbbing prick tip.
"You lovely little wench," Brewster moaned, petting her head. "I love you, Mandy." And even as she went on sucking, Mandy smiled.
