Archive Note: There are two sections in this pocketbook labeled 'CHAPTER SEVEN' and no chapter eight.
FOREWORD
Door-to-door sales is a natural part of Americana. There have been traveling salesmen and saleswomen for almost as long as the United States has existed. True, life is not very exciting for most of these people, and most jokes about traveling salesmen are nothing more than jokes.
For Esther Fine it was neither dull nor a joke. It turned out to be a nightmare. Esther's faith in her sales ability was so great, she started "borrowing" against future commissions, certain she would have the money to repay the company before her manager required an accounting. But Esther was wrong.
A greedy manager and an even more greedy regional director were the start of Esther's downfall. like all salespeople, she found herself caught in the middle when she discovered greedy customers, as well. Everyone coveted her body, and Esther's only desire was to make sales and live decently with her husband, Milburn.
That Esther was able to eventually survive the disasters that befell her is a tribute to American womanhood. More important, Esther, who had always been sexually straitlaced, discovered new vistas, and she was able to apply herself to being a better wife as a result of her experiences. Equally important, she discovered that her husband, who had always sworn to divorce her because of his constant jealousy, truly loved her and would not let her go no matter what happened. This then, is a story that really might have happened.
CHAPTER ONE
What to do, what to do. The slender brunette with the Ann Lander-style hairdo-raven hair shaped like wings on each side of her head-paced the floor more nervous than ever. Next week her hair would have another style. She loved changing her hairdo each week. But at the moment she wasn't thinking about her hair. Nor was she concerned with her wardrobe. She was wearing a red-velvet suit with a white blouse, and it clung tightly to her, revealing the fullness of her breasts, the narrowness of her waist, and the swell of her hips. Her seamless pantyhose clung tightly to her without a wrinkle, accenting the perfect shape of her calves as well as the trimness of her ankles.
Worry lines creased her lovely tan forehead, and her high cheekbones, normally a naturally rosy pink, were almost white. Though she usually wore lipstick, she had eaten off two applications that morning, and hadn't bothered putting it on a third time. Her short, straight nose wrinkled again as she thought about the consequences.
She had started to work selling Mueller brushes a little more than a year ago. Her husband, Milburn, had always been generous with house money, but he wasn't earning nearly enough. Esther had wanted a few simple luxuries without having to pay them off, like a new washing machine, a dryer, a dishwasher, and a color TV set. And working for Mueller, she had acquired all these things in spite of her husband's threats to divorce her. Milburn was extremely jealous, and he was always afraid she might become too intimate with some man or other. But Esther had pointed out how dull it was for her to sit home all day and do nothing. They hadn't enough money to start a family, and so, until they did, it made sense for her to find a job she liked, as well. So Esther had found a job with the Mueller Brush Company. And she had done very well.
A month earlier, Esther had seen the sable coat in the store window. It had been marked down to $I,500.00. It was a $3,500.00 coat, and the bargain had been too much for Esther to resist. And so she purchased the coat. The only problem was, eight-hundred of those dollars hadn't been hers. She had borrowed money from the sales she had made, thinking she ought to be able to earn enough by the end of the month to cover what she had taken. But April was a terrible sales month, and Esther was only able to cover three-hundred of those dollars. She still owed the Mueller Brush Company five-hundred dollars, and when she had turned in her tally sheet for the month, she knew her boss would spot the missing money very quickly. Now she was pacing back and forth outside the inner office of George Freeman, the local manager. She had received a summons from him that morning, when she had come in to pick her pay check.
The door to the inner office opened and Freeman's private secretary came out and said, "You can go in now, Mrs. Fine."
"Thank you," Esther nodded, and entered the sanctum sanctorum of the local Mueller Brush office. She shut the door behind her and stood there looking at Freeman, who was busy studying a series of tally sheets. He was a bulky man, but good-looking in a neanderthal sort of way. His black, curly hair clung tightly to his head, though it was gray at the temples. And he had jowls, though they weren't heavy. At the moment he was wearing a brown, pinstriped suit.
Eventually the man looked up and removed his glasses, rubbing his little mustache with a Finger. He motioned her to a chair in front of his desk, saying, "Please sit down, Mrs. Fine." Esther winced at the gravelly sound of his voice.
Esther sat, noticing how plush the little office was. Aside from the desk in front of her, there was a vinyl sofa off to the side, a liquor cabinet on the other side, and a TV set perched on top of the cabinet.
"According to your tally sheet, you had a bad month," Freeman pointed out. "In fact, it was so bad, that you apparently have been unable to collect all the money owed you by the people to whom you made sales. What I'm going to do is have our collection department get in touch with these people and inquire why they haven't paid."
"No," Esther gasped. "I-It wasn't them. It was me. I had to ... uhhhhh ... buy something, and I needed the money. I was sure I could put it back in time, but business has been so slow ... well ... I mean..."
"Your account is five-hundred dollars short," Freeman told her, "not counting the commissions owing you. Tomorrow I have to turn in a financial report to the regional director. Now precisely what am I supposed to tell him?"
"Please," Esther begged. "Can't you wait a little longer? You know I'll have the money paid back by the end of next month."
"That may be so," Freeman replied, "but if I don't report it and the shortage is discovered, I'm the one who's in trouble."
"What can I do?" Esther asked, her eyes starting to moisten with tears.
"I can temporarily put the five-hundred dollars into the account," the manager told her, "until you're able to pay the money back."
"Oh would you?" Esther asked, pleading. "Please, please, would you do that for me?"
"Certainly," he replied, standing up. "But when you borrow money, you understand there have to be interest payments as well."
"Whatever amount you think is fair," Esther replied.
"No, no," he murmured, coming around the desk and leaning against it while facing her. "In this case I don't want money."
"What are you talking about?" Esther asked him.
"The shylocks in this town charge seven dollars a week for every five dollars borrowed, or forty percent. In other words, were you to borrow from one of them, at the end of the month you would owe the original five-hundred dollars plus another eight-hundred."
Esther gasped, "Why I'd never be able to pay back that kind of usury."
"True," Freeman nodded, standing straight. "But as I said, I don't want money."
"Well just what do you want?" Esther asked.
"You," he said, very simply. "In this town call-girls charge fifty dollars for their services. In terms of the interest you would owe me, that would come to sixteen bed sessions."
Unable to believe what she had heard, Esther stared at the man, her mouth hanging open. Then she said, "Do you mean ... you want to have relations with me?"
That'd be another way of saying it," Freeman nodded. "Over the next year, I'd expect to be able to enjoy you sixteen different times."
"Oh no!" Esther gasped in horror. "I would never be able to do anything like that. Why that's ... adultery."
Getting to her feet, she walked away from him as he answered, "Adultery is a word, like any other word. Whenever men dislike something, they attach a name to it."
"B-But d-don't you understand?" she gasped. "I'm married. I love my husband. And he's a v-very jealous man. I couldn't, Mr. Freeman, I just couldn't."
"I'm sure you love your husband," he replied, "and I admire you for it. So few married people today remain in love. However, what I'm talking about has absolutely nothing to do with love. I'm talking about pure sex ... fucking to be precise."
"No ... No...." she shouted. "That's horrible. I'm not a call-girl or a whore, and that's the way you're treating me. I know I made a mistake, but that's no reason to lose respect for me."
Freeman shrugged, saying, "I tried to be reasonable. You aren't interested in reason. So what we'll have to do is file the report in the proper manner, and then Mueller Brush will file suit against you for the money. Aside from the money that you'll have to pay back, you'll also have to pay court costs, and let me assure you they'll come to considerably more than eight-hundred dollars. And ... oh yes ... your husband will find out you're a thief."
"OH please," she cried aloud. "I'm not a thief. I have every intention of paying that money back. I needed a coat so badly, and I felt a coat like the one I bought would help to make a good impression on customers."
"A coat that you bought with money that wasn't yours," Freeman pointed out. "Do you know if I filed charges against you, you might go to prison."
"No!" she shouted, aghast. "You wouldn't do that to me. You just wouldn't. Why, I'm the best salesperson you have."
"You're quite right," he nodded. "You are the best salesperson in this office. As a matter-of-fact, because of your sales, I'm not only eligible for the manager's conference this year, but for the big company conference in the Bahamas. You're also eligible, but it won't happen if I tell them what you've done."
"Oh please, Mr. Freeman, please. Don't do this to me."
"As I said a few moments ago, we can come to some kind of agreement." And his eyes began wandering up and down her lushly desirable body, caressing her voluptuous curves. "It's not as if I'm asking you to sell yourself to a customer. All I want is to be able to enjoy your body sixteen times while you re-pay the five-hundred you owe."
Esther felt her knees turn to jelly. She was standing near the sofa, and she sagged, sitting on it. Aside from Milburn's jealousy, sex just didn't mean that much to her. Oh she had what might be termed orgasms, but there was nothing that spectacular about the feelings. Sex was something she was able to take or leave alone.
"My husband is very jealous..." she whimpered.
"Your husband need never know," Freeman replied. "I mean, I'd be the last one to tell him, and I'm certain you have no intention of doing so.
This entire thing had gotten completely out of hand. Esther had not foreseen anything like this, and her brain was spinning and whirling. She was terrified ... afraid to do what he wanted, but more afraid not to do what he wanted. She was in one hell of a bind. Christ! No matter which way she turned it was bad.
Mumbling in a very soft voice, she looked down at her feet and gasped, "How could ... I mean, you're a total stranger to me, except for the fact that you're a company manager. I mean, to let you do ... well, you know ... that ... would be like selling myself. I'd be no better than a common streetwalker or a ... well ... a lady of ill repute. I mean, it all has to do with money, so that'd make me a tramp."
"Do you know what the blazes you're talking about?" Freeman asked. "At the moment you're feeling a load of self-pity, and you want me and everyone else to pity you, as well. In this world we have to pay for our mistakes. You have made a very serious mistake. The only way to rectify it is to do precisely as I say."
His gravelly voice was jarring her, making her inwardly quiver and tremble. What he was suggesting was horrible. The mere thought ... the mere idea was totally preposterous. There certainly was no way she would submit, and yet ... at the same time there was an intriguing thrill to the entire thing. Milburn was always such a mouse about sex. Here was a man who was intent on having his way, and for some reason Esther found herself excited at the idea of being forced.
Freeman walked over to the liquor cabinet and opened it, saying, "What you need is a good belt to warm your belly."
"I'd rather not," Esther told him. "I mean, I act kind of funny when alcohol gets into my bloodstream."
"Good," Freeman nodded. "That means you'll loosen up a little. This way we can become friends."
"Oh please..." she cried.
"Ah, here we are," Freeman smiled. "A cherry brandy. It's very light, but strong enough to make you receptive, I think. I'll settle for a Scotch, myself."
Pouring himself two fingers of Scotch, he half-Filled a small four-ounce glass with cherry brandy and handed it to Esther, saying, "Bottoms up, honey."
I ... don't want to drink..." she gasped, looking away.
"It'll relax you a little ... make you feel a lot better. Come on, Mrs. Fine, or should I call you Esther, drink up." And he tossed down half the Scotch he had poured for himself. .
Esther reluctantly took the glass from him. She put it to her lips and sipped a little. It burned her mouth as it snaked its way down into her belly, warming it. This continual harping on sex had taken effect on her. She became aware of a richly glowing warmth, first in the pit of her stomach, then lower down, in her trembling thighs. She felt a wetness down there, between the soft moth-wings of her wetly pulsing inner cunt lips. For some strange reason her body was becoming aroused ... something it almost never did when she was with Milburn.
Sitting on the sofa near Esther, Freeman didn't press himself on her. He sat back, waiting, watching as she continued sipping the liqueur. He nodded slightly, the licentiousness in his groin intensifying. "That's right," he nodded. "Drink it all. I promise you're in for an interesting afternoon."
"What are you talking about?" Esther asked.
"I told my secretary I was not to be disturbed for at least the next two hours," he replied.
"What?"
"I want the first installment here ... now. You see, this sofa opens into a bed."
Esther slammed her empty glass down on the small end table beside the sofa. Then she turned to face him. She had come to a definite decision. There was absolutely no way she'd be able to go through with it. The mere idea was completely unthinkable. She knew she'd never be able to live with herself if she did such a horrible thing.
"Mr. Freeman," she murmured. "I can't do it. I can't go to bed with you. Not now ... not later ... not ever. What's more I'm going to leave your office. If you wish to fire me that's your prerogative. But I intend paying back every cent I've borrowed."
"I'm sorry, Esther," he replied, speaking in a very calm and quiet voice. "You see, you're a beautiful woman and I've been watching you for some time now. I admit I've had the hots for you but never thought I'd be able to score with you. But you've put yourself in a position where you're vulnerable, and one of my dreams is about to come true. Either you come across with the money right now, or you come across, period."
"Sue me," she said, feeling bolder, perhaps because of the cherry brandy. "Throw me into prison if it'll make you feel any better. But I have no intention of allowing you to touch me. Is that clear?"
"Not yet," he replied, "but I assume it will eventually be clear. In the meantime, have some more brandy." And he got up, took her glass, half-filled it again, and handed it to her. She began sipping it as he continued speaking. "Don't act hastily or foolishly, Esther. To begin with, the last thing you need is the notoriety of being a thief, and in a town like this you can bet it'll hit all the papers. Then there's the expense of a lawyer, your own lawyer. I'm certain your husband just doesn't have that kind of money. What does he do, anyway?"
"He runs a small electronics shop," Esther told him.
"Yes, well not only will he lose business, but he'll probably have to sell the shop to pay for everything. I'm afraid it's not as simple as merely arresting you and putting you in jail for a while."
"Oh God!" Esther wept, sobbing softly. "All these things never occurred to me."
"And on top of everything, there's always the possibility your husband will divorce you. After all, you are a thief."
"How dare you," she cried. "How dare you. I am not a thief. I borrowed some money and I have every intention of repaying it."
"Sure, sure, sure," Freeman replied, once again freshening her drink. "You're a regular Pearl Pureheart. Let's stop bulling around. Finish your drink. It'll be a lot easier on you."
Esther tried splashing her drink in Freeman's face, but he ducked, and the liqueur went splashing all over the wall behind the sofa. He grabbed her wrist, making her drop the glass on the floor while his other hand slapped her face.
"D-Don't," she sobbed. "You're hurting me. Oh please, please, don't hit me."
Grabbing the bottle on the table next to him, Freeman pressed it to her lips and said, "Drink! And I mean drink, don't sip."
Completely awed by the tone of command in his voice, one of her hands still gripped by his, and filled with the total overwhelming realization of how hopeless her position was, Esther drank in large swallows as he pressed the bottle to her mouth. The fiery heat of the pouring brandy burned an agonizing line through her gullet and into her belly. More tears filled her eyes as she gasped for breath, followed by some heavy coughing.
"Oh my God!" she gasped. "That burns. Oh!" And she leaned against the sofa back.
Freeman let go of her hand as she slumped on the sofa. Her red velvet suit-skirt rode up the smooth, columnar lengths of her tan thighs. She knew her manager was staring, but Esther just didn't give a damn anymore.
"Please give me a chance to pay you back," she begged.
"That's precisely what you're doing now," he told her. "You're paying me back in sixteen installments, and this is the first payment."
As he spoke his hand reached beneath the hem of her skirt, and Esther's thighs felt the touch of his fingers. She jumped for a moment, then realized just how hopeless everything was. She was helpless, defeated, with no chance of escaping this evil man. Either she did as he wished, or her whole world would come tumbling down. She shivered as his fingers moved up once they were inside her skirt.
Then his hand jumped the remaining distance and placed itself on the heatedly throbbing mound between her spread loins. She squirmed a little as his fingers ran seekingly along the strip of nylon panty-crotch. He was massaging her slickly heated pussy, pressing the material into her vaginal opening as he tried to find a way around the cloth. His outstretched middle finger skipped in and under the elastic leg band, and before Esther completely understood what was taking place, his finger was massaging the delicately pouting lips of her moistly throbbing cunt. The delightful feel of her heatedly youthful flesh, the softness of her sparse curls, the wetness seeping from her inner trench against his exploring finger aroused him with flaming desire. He had an uncontrollable urgency to follow his finger with flaming desire. He had an uncontrollable urgency to follow his finger with the solidity of his erectly pulsating cock.
Esther sat very still, not moving at all save for the involuntary splaying of her legs, and that was very slight. But inwardly she was a roiling cauldron of throbbing sensations. Arousal, honest-to-goodness arousal was starting to seep into her as it had never done with Milburn. Her body was reacting to this strange brute of a man. She was becoming more and more excited, though it was against her will. The tenderly sensitive nerve-endings inside her aroused vagina seemed to be titillated by the brandy she had swallowed, and they were signaling their readiness to be caressed, and ultimately satisfied. But Esther didn't want it to happen. Oh God, no! This was wrong, all wrong. Her thrillingly awakening inner self was becoming traitorous, completely disobeying the sane, intelligent orders of her mind. These were orders of morality and decency. Before she had married Milburn no other man had so much as touched her breasts. Now here was this man fingering the most secret part of her young body. And she was responding, unable to help herself.
Her physical self was completely out of control, and to Esther this meant only one thing. What the man wanted to happen was going to happen. She was going to permit him to do indecent things to her even if she didn't want him to do them. Worse, her body was prepared to enjoy all of this. There was already more heated moisture building in her due to what he was doing to her. His finger was pressing her in that hidden inner place, caressing her intimately in such an expert manner that more and more dew was rising from inside her, wetting down the throbbing pinkness of her vaginal interior, and seeping out to drench her outer labia, as well. And added to all this was a new, sensuous glow of enlarging warmth swelling deep inside her trembling torso, filling her loins with lust. Without meaning to say anything, she turned to her employer and gasped, "Please, Mr. Freeman ... oh please ... don't do this..."
The man was leaning over her at that point, prepared to kiss her. His gravelly voice laughed, then said, "Esther, you'd better start calling me by my given name, George. After all, you and I are building a relationship that calls for a first-name basis."
Freeman kissed her, softly at first, then harder. His tongue, pointed and demanding, cut through her wetly open lips and stabbed deeply into her panting mouth. She shivered when she felt his free arm snake around her slender waist, pulling her softly voluptuous body that much closer to him. And between her tender thighs, his fingers continued teasing at the slavering mouth of her warmly pulsating vagina, dipping just inside the swell of her pussylips with thrilling persistence. Then his fingers moved even higher, forcing her nylon crotch aside as they searched for, and finally found, the throbbingly hot nodule of her already stiffened clitoris.
Esther sighed, her throat sending convulsive little gasps into Freeman's kissing mouth as the man's outthrust middle finger made solid electrical contact with her tenderly sensitive little man-in-the-boat. Esther writhed her hips, moving them swiftly in a futile attempt to escape the tantalizing thrill of his moving finger. She might as well not have moved at all. There was no way for her to escape the teasing titillations as his probing finger brushed softly along the heatedly short length of her throbbing clitoris. Moments passed, and the young wife suddenly realized her wantonly squirming loins were thrusting themselves upward with fevered urgency against the man's teasing finger. She bounced, slamming her buttocks against the sofa cushion, and then stiffened, realizing what was happening to her.
My God! she thought. What am I doing? I'm behaving as if I want all this to happen ... as if I want this gross man to have his way with me ... it's stronger than when Milburn touches me ... I can't stop myself ... God! I'm lost. And Milburn. I'm ready to cheat on him, to commit adultery ... but if I don't do it the whole world is going to fall apart right in front of me. I have no choice. Oh God!
As Esther Fine's body stiffened, her head turned to the side, pulling her lips from Freeman's mouth. The kiss was broken, and the man looked down into her face with a puzzled expression on his face.
"What's wrong now?" he asked.
"Don't you understand," she said to him. "I've never done anything like this before. I can't just go ahead and cheat on Milburn."
"Honey, don't be so naive," Freeman, told her, laughing. "I can tell an eager pussy when I feel one. You might not want to give in to me, but your cunt is more than willing. I'm going to fuck you ... yes, fuck you, no matter how much you object. Besides, if your husband were in my place and he had another good-looking woman in this same situation, do you think for one moment he'd pass up the chance to pound her pussy?" The manager didn't bother waiting for Esther to reply. He told her, "You know damn well he'd fuck like a bunny, given the opportunity."
Rising from the sofa, Freeman pulled Esther up with him. He ordered her to remove the sofa cushions, and Esther found herself obeying him. She neatly piled them on top of his desk as he said, "It's time you and I did a little bedding, honey. Get ready to be neatly fucked."
Surprisingly, Esther wasn't repelled by the way he was talking. She listened to his short, heavy panting, and realized her own breath wasn't coming out too smoothly. Still, the sight of him opening the sofa into a bed frightened her. She didn't know if she had the courage to really go through with what her employer wanted.
"Does it have to be here ... now?" she asked. "I mean ... this is so ... well ... unromantic."
"Don't worry," Freeman assured her. "I'll give you all the romance your heart can desire. Now be a good girl and pull back the covers."
Not wanting to obey, but unable to resist the manager's demands, Esther felt herself becoming red and flustered.
The blistering internal sensuality of her own mounting desire made Esther do it. She pulled back the cover, then simply stood there, staring down at the bed, thinking, II Milburn ever discovers what I'm doing, he'll walk out. I know him. He's the kind of jealous person who would go crazy if he believed someone else was touching me. He'd divorce me for sure.
"You're taking too much time," Freeman told her. "This is a time for action, not thoughts. Just take off everything. I want to see every naked inch of your body."
Slowly, still afraid, Esther began undressing. She turned her back to him and unbuttoned the red velvet jacket she was wearing. Then she unbuttoned her blouse and took it off, as well, carefully putting her clothing on top of the piled-up sofa cushions. Her skirt and half-slip came off next. Then, as she reached in back of her to undo the snaps holding her brassiere, she felt Freeman's hands already there, undoing it. She leaned forward and let the brassiere fall off, and the round fullness of her globular breasts bounced into the cooler air of the office, her chocolate-brown nipples and equally rich-looking aureoles nakedly exposed.
Freeman's hands, like eagle's claws, reached around her from behind and grabbed the pliantly soft mammaries. He captured them in his palms, feeling their satiny warmth. As he sank his fingers into the fullness of her breasts, massaging them, the enlarging, bullet-shaped nipples jutted out solidly against his palms, all but cutting into them. Esther remained standing very still, shivering slightly, as he stroked and cuddled her breasts with brutal caresses, squeezing them with the pressure of his fingers as his burning lips branded kisses on the nape of her tingling neck. This caused even more sparkling sensations to flood through her almost-totally aroused inner self. Below, pressing against her buttocks was the monster she feared most; his cock. She felt the warmly throbbing bulge of his huge prick, pressed tightly against her.
"Ohhhh ... huuuuuhhhhh ... hhhaaahhhh..." she moaned, unable to control herself in any way. It just didn't make sense to her. A half-hour earlier she would have laughed her head off at anyone who would have suggested she'd be giving her body to a man she hardly knew. What would have angered her would have been the prediction that she would not only be doing it, but enjoying it. Yes, she was looking forward to whatever would happen next. It was wrong, it was depraved, and it was certainly illicitly adulterous, but she was looking forward to it.
"You're really stacked, Esther," Freeman softly whispered, letting the compliment drift into her ear. "And in all the right places, baby."
Damn, damn, damn, she thought. It's all wrong.
But there was no way out of it. Well hell, even if she did have to go through with it there was no reason why she had to be wanton about it. Maybe she had to let him have his way, but there was nothing that said she had to help him or enjoy it. Closing her eyes, she resigned herself to what was going to take place, telling herself she would not become emotionally involved with the man. She would see it through, but she would not allow herself to like it. She wanted it over and done with.
Sliding from the massaging hold he had on her breasts, Esther stripped her sheer white bikini panties off along with her pantyhose. Then she lay down on the bed, shutting her eyes, her legs spread obscenely apart, inviting him to look at nakedly exposed pussy that she had carefully guarded and protected for Milburn. She trembled, listening, and when she heard nothing, she opened her eyes, staring up at him, and said, "Well, go on. Go ahead and do it. Get it over with."
Lasciviously, Freeman grinned down at her and told her in a soft tone, "You think you're going to get away with something like this? Not on your life, Esther. By the time I'm finished with you, you'll be begging me to fuck you, and I'm telling you right now, I won't do a thing unless you do beg."
That'll be the day, she thought, as he began peeling off his jacket and untying his tie.
Aloud, Esther said, "Must you be so common in what you say Mr. Freeman? I'm doing what you're blackmailing me into doing. There's no reason for you to be so foul-mouthed."
"Cut the crap, Esther," Freeman laughed. "You've heard all the four-letter words by now, and you know what they mean. Stop being so damn prissy." His shirt was off, as was his undershirt, and he continued speaking. "What's more, before you leave this room, you'll be using every one of those four-letter words."
"I'm not crude and vulgar," she snapped at him. "You may be able to force me into doing this horrible thing with you, but you'll never get me to say anything dirty."
"We'll see about that," he laughed. "For openers, suppose you turn over on your belly and give me a good look at that juicy ass of yours."
Esther hesitantly did as she was told, cursing herself for doing his bidding so quickly, without putting up any additional struggle. But she rationalized that the sooner she did everything he wanted, the sooner this nightmare would end.
She heard the whisper of cloth against flesh and knew he had removed his pants. Turning her head around and peering over her shoulder as she remained prone, she watched as he removed his underpants, releasing the gigantic length of blood-stiffened cock. It sprang into view as if set off by a tripwire, and she gaped, not believing what she saw. Milburn, her husband, had a large cock, but it was like a toothpick compared to this gigantic sequoia log. An involuntary gasp left her lips, and her eyes swelled with astonishment.
Freeman caught her staring and chuckled with glee, saying, "Well, well, you're admiring my cock, eh."
"No ... oh no," she replied, turning her head around and staring straight ahead so she wouldn't see how her face had reddened with embarrassment.
"Don't kid me, Esther. You just had to look, didn't you. Yes, you were curious. Tell me, how does it compare to Mr. Fine's?"
"Please, I'd rather not talk about such things," she insisted.
Freeman sat down on the edge of the bed and looked at her as she lay there. Then he reached out and began caressing her, allowing his fingers to gently trace the outlines of her nakedly enticing body. He lightly drew his fingers over her spine, then let them trickle their way down her back, across the pliantly soft swells of her moon-shaped buttocks. From there, his fingers moved down over her tapered thighs, feeling the delightful goose pimples he was causing on her otherwise smooth flesh. They touched the backs of her knees, then wandered up again, sliding across the satin flesh of her shivering inner loins. He rubbed her pillarly thighs for a moment, then allowed his hands to caress the flesh of her buttocks again. This time there were no goose pimples. She was becoming used to his touch, enjoying it, and her flesh was silken-soft, totally without a blemish. His fingers had been light and gentle for quite awhile. Now they became insistent, and when she tightened the cheeks of her behind, the fingers were suddenly brutal and sharp as they dug into her gluteal flesh, leaving faint welts.
Once again Esther moaned, partly because of the passion mounting inside her.
"My, my," Samuelson breathed. "You are one well-put-together woman, you are. You're really nice to touch."
"Oh for heaven's sake," Esther moaned, "why are you teasing me this way. Just go ahead and do it ... get it over with ... I won't say a word ... honest ... no one will ever know how you forced me to do this..."
"Oh no," Freeman told her, being very emphatic. "I am not forcing you to do anything, Esther. Whatever you do you will do because you will eventually want to do it. Don't ever forget that. This is not a rape."
"B-But I d-don't want to," she insisted, her cheek rubbing against the softness of the mattress.
"I promise you, before we're through, you'll be begging me to ram my cock into your tight little cunt. I absolutely guarantee I won't do it until you beg. Then, and only then, I'll alleviate your agony by fucking you."
Esther thought the man was mad. Did he actually expect her to beg? God! How she wished this agony of waiting was over. Again and again she insisted to herself she would never mishandle company funds. But it was too late to worry about the future. The present was staring her in the face, and she didn't like it. Things would never be the same if Freeman had his way. But there simply was no other way out.
Then his heatedly wet lips were branding themselves against her nape, passionately kissing her, after which his tantalizing tongue traced a slickly wet line along her shuddering spine. He was nakedly crouching over her bare form, his lengthily solid cock, like the spar attached to a ship, lancing out from beneath his wiry pelvic hairs. Finally, his mouth and tongue were on the silken flesh of her rounded buttocks sending tiny chills of sensual anticipation flashing along her nerve-endings. The inner signals traveled down along the smoothly tapered shape of her soft thighs, moving further to the backs of her knees, through the lush swell of her calves and to her trim ankles. Samuelson kissed and tongued at all of the woman's delicious nakedness. Then his mouth proceeded to return in the direction from which it had come, his hungry lips softly tingling, warmly moist against the inside of her naturally tanned inner thighs. With his hands the man levered her legs farther apart, making room for himself as he kissed his way up.
Electrical high-voltage feeling began tormenting Esther, charging through her because of Samuelson's moving tongue as it sank deep into the heavenly mystery of the narrow crevice between her rounded buttocks. The pointed tip of his tongue pushed for a moment, at the tiny prune-like star of her anal opening, and this made Esther shudder even more. She tightened her buttocks, instantly recoiling as the new, surprisingly salacious thrill wafted like fiery heat into the deepest center of her body, drilling through her like a jackhammer. And then his tongue had removed itself from that sensitive spot, moving upward again, tickling each of her shoulder blades in turn. Finally, after what seemed like many hours, his lips had returned to the nape of her neck. Now they were at her ears where they lightly nipped and pulled all around each shell-shaped rim before he stabbed his tongue into each aural recess.
Trembling violently with the overpowering impact of new and lurid sensations, Esther felt thrills she had never enjoyed with Milburn. She slowly became aware her body was a shamelessly aroused inferno of raging desire. Her entire self seemed concentrated in that hotly pulsating whirlpool of lust between her taut thighs. The thrill was radiating outward, and fiery blasts gusted into her belly, reaching even higher into her breasts, making her nipples stiffen and lengthen even more. She thought she felt his passionate lips all over her body, inflaming her more and more with each passing moment. He appeared to be kissing her everywhere at once.
He's driving me out of my mind, she thought, making me want him. No, no, I won't let it happen. I won't allow my body to submit to these obscene feelings.
"All right, Esther," Freeman murmured. "Turn over now, and lie on your back. I want to see if the front of you is as sensitive as the rest of you."
Not knowing what else to do, Esther obeyed the gravelly voiced man, turning over, thinking to herself, Good! Maybe he'll just do it now and get it over with. Oh how she wished he'd stop dragging everything out. He was driving her insane. If he kept this up, she'd soon melt into a pool of seething desire. Then she would do precisely what he expected her to do. She just might end up begging this horrible man to fuck her. Never! Never! I'll never do that! I'll never plead for that!
Instantly, Freeman's lips surrounded the shuddering tip of a solidly distended chocolate-tan nipple, his hotly drooling mouth sucking solidly, pulling it between his teeth. Soon he was even sucking on the lusciously tan circle of her goose pimpled aureola, hungrily surrounding with his lips and sucking wildly. He used a hand to softly stroke and caress the ripening swell of her fully bloated other breast, cupping and massaging the delightfully tan mound that was only a shade lighter than the rest of her body. The weighty teat of pliant flesh yielded to his manipulations. He kneaded it hard with his thumb and forefinger, concentrating mostly on her agonizingly long, hard nipple. He teased and rolled it in his fingers until it stood out painfully like a coffee bean.
Esther felt the violently rampaging licentious thrills of his continuing caresses, and she purred unintentionally, making Samuelson aware of the pleasurable sensations she was enjoying. In that instant she became aware of the overpowering need to be plundered by this man's monstrous penis. He was doing his job well ... making her want it more than anything else in the entire universe. Slowly but surely she was being caught up in the wild spiral of tumultuous desire, realizing the man had not so much as touched her between her thighs.
Esther realized resistance was hopeless. She was going to be an adulteress, and it was just as Freeman had said. He was not forcing her to submit to him. She was going to do as he wished because she wanted to do it. If she stopped now ... resisted now ... it was her only chance. But she had gone so far already ... there just wasn't any way she'd be able to back out. Her body was burning up as never before. If he didn't do it to her, she'd go crazy. There was no escape. He had built her to the point of total arousal and she needed him. Oh God! It just wasn't fair. Why to her? She was totally incapable of any kind of self-control. Oh God!
Now his licking, flaming, demoralizing tongue was trailing with maddeningly tantalizing fervor down across the flat, naturally tanned plane of her heaving belly. It stopped for a moment to dip into the honeyed center of her aching navel, lapping as if it were pulling syrup from the shallow depression. Then, as his mouth approached the sparse, midnight curls of her aching pubic mound, Esther instinctively realized precisely what it was George Freeman intended doing.
He's going to press his mouth against my vagina, she thought. Oh Great God! This was something she had never before undergone. Milburn had tried doing it to her more than once, and each time she had locked him out of the bedroom for a week. Well she'd do her best to keep this man from probing between her thighs with his face.
Taking a deep breath, she clamped her thighs together, feeling desire infuse itself between them. She had to deny him ingress. At any moment she feared he would tear her legs apart and angrily insert his face, but Samuelson fooled her again. His mouth leaped from her pelvis, over her pouting vaginal split, to her soft, tan thighs, he kissed her thighs repeatedly, and Esther, unable to help herself, slowly but surely parted them. His heatedly moist kisses worked up, moving once again toward the forbidden area of her wetly quivering vaginal opening. She was certain he intended pressing his face in there now, but once again he fooled her. He touched it with his hand, first. It probed softly, gently, the outstretched middle finger slowly pressing itself gently into the tender, hair-lined division at the top, and slowly moving downward, applying almost no pressure at all until he discovered the secret polyp that was her clitoris. It was still hidden in a tiny fleshy valley, but it palpitated wildly at his touch. He lightly brushed his finger over it, teasing it, caressing it, feeling it harden and swell beneath his moving digit until he was able to sense the penile shape of it. The nakedly crouching sales manager grunted with satisfaction as he felt her tightly clamped-together thighs relax a little more.
Excellent, he thought. She's behaving most predictably. A dumb cunt who thinks she's God's gift to her husband. By the time I'm finished with her, she'll not only realize her pussy is not a holy hole, but she'll learn how to use it to improve her sales even more.
There was no way for Esther to explain what was happening to her. Her willpower had completely disappeared, and of their own volition, her thighs completely relaxed, spreading themselves wide in total and complete surrender to the mass of thoroughly erotic sensations now wearing down her shivering nervous system. There simply was no way for the hopelessly aroused young woman to control her thigh muscles. She was unable to bring her legs together. And with a feeling of total dismay, she realized she was going to permit this total stranger to do whatever he pleased to her; even if it meant kissing her vagina.
And that was when Freeman's head dropped, sinking between her erotically quivering thighs, feeling the hotness of her flesh around his ears. He inhaled the rich, musky scent of her interior while at the same time he placed both hands behind her knees, spreading them wider apart and lifting them. Her crotch was widely splayed, thoroughly and completely defenseless as it gaped wide-open to his face. For a brief instant his gloating eyes caressed the tantalizing pink flesh opened to him. It was as if he were breaching some kind of succulent oyster, intent on getting to the tasty meat, inside.
Esther trembled, helplessly afraid, not knowing just what he intended doing, yet knowing all too well. This was a horrible ... wonderful ... obscene ... delightfully nightmarish happening.
Even as she thought this, Esther gasped and trembled as, with a suddenness too swift for her eyes to follow, his hungrily gaping mouth was there, pressed against her desire-filled pussy. His tongue, like a sharp knife, sliced between the fullness of her labia, sinking itself to its full length in the heated depths of her seething hole.
"Ohhhhhh ... Goddddddd!" she gasped. "Oh great God! This is wrong, wrong, wrong. You mustn't do this ... you can't ... ohhhhhhh..." her lust-constricted voice continued wordlessly babbling, trailing off into mindless mewlings of total pleasure as his wildly stabbing tongue invaded the throbbing depths of her impatiently waiting vagina.
Freeman's working tongue probed for a moment until he found her erectly pulsating clitoris. Now he began licking at it wetly as he continued inhaling the wet, heady fragrance of her throbbing vaginal slit. Her rich scent drove him insane with want for her, causing his agonizingly throbbing phallus to lewdly lurch as it impatiently waited its turn. Freeman was nothing if not patient. She was almost to where he wanted her. He knew by holding off a little longer, when he finally did fuck her, not only would it be with her consent, but at her specific request.
Esther moaned, feeling pleasurable agony as he sucked the throbbing bud of her aching clitoris tightly between his moistly ovaled lips. Compressing the bud lightly, he began exerting a strong sucking pressure on its short, hardened length. He sucked strongly and continuously for what seemed like eternity to Esther before changing his tactic. Now he was actually gripping the tiny bud between his teeth, running the sharpened edges lightly around the throbbing bud as his tongue began playing a mad tattoo directly against its sensitive tip.
The nakedly writhing brunette was in delightful agony and knew she'd be unable to bear another moment of this wildly tantalizing torture. Moaning and gasping, she implored him, saying, "Ohhhhhhh ... pleeeeasssse ... Mr. Samuelson ... Ike ... Pleeeeaaaasssse ... no more ... no more ... you're driving me crazy."
But even as she pleaded with him, Esther knew this sex-crazed fiend ... this maniac behaving like a wildly insane animal as he slaveringly kissed her genitals, would not stop. He would not stop until she was a quiveringly helpless mass of mindlessly excited wantonness. Her vision was beginning to swim, and there was a crazy ringing in her ears. She was no long able to think straight; the only thoughts spinning wildly in her whirling brain was the overpowering desire to feel that huge, thick penis of his plunging as far inside her as it would go. Her vagina was roiling with impatience. Oh God! She would surely go insane if he didn't fuck her.
Just at the point where Esther was certain her mind would completely snap if the man didn't stop nibbling her clitoris, Samuelson shifted his mouth lower and his lengthy tongue wiggled into the viscous center of her heatedly throbbing vaginal cave.
"Aaaaaaiiiiiggggghhhhh!" she screamed, in a wild, uncontrolled ecstasy as she shuddered to the sensation of his wetly stabbing tongue moving in and out of her tight pussy as if imitating a fucking penis. Her nakedly aroused pussy went completely out of control as it writhed and undulated, pushing itself up to his heatedly sucking mouth. She did her best to keep time, matching the rhythm of his moving tongue as it lashed in and out of her seething feminine scabbard. Her trembling thighs vibrated as they clutched his head, trying to draw his face ever deeper into the wetly sucking pool of her cunt.
George Freeman sank his face ever deeper into the tight enclave of Esther's heated cunt. His face was smeared with the musky perfume her body was emitting, and every now and again, when her thighs loosened around his ears, he heard the loud mewls of whimpering pleasure escaping from her lips. He swirled his thick, probing oral digit around and around inside Esther's sparsely bearded, desire-congested vaginal well. His chin felt the silken curls of her midnight pubic hair, tickling. This only served to enhance his own inner arousal but he was still intent of waiting her out. She had to beg.
Yes, yes, yes, he thought, licking and lapping with verve. She's just about ready to start climbing the walls. It won't be much longer before she starts begging me to fuck her.
Reaching down, he yanked her slender, tapering thighs higher up, and then he slid his arms beneath them so he was able to wedge her thighs farther apart with his shoulders. Her long legs fell over his shoulders, her calves rubbing against his shoulder blades while her heels kicked at his spine. Freeman's finger dug cruelly into her softly rounded ass-cheeks, almost cutting the flesh and bruising her as he tugged the two rounded orbs close to him as his sensuously slavering mouth all but dredged the heavy juices from her cunt.
Esther loved it. Realizing how wonderful it all felt, she was sorry she had never allowed Milburn to do this to her. But since the man was not lapping at her clitoris, his tongue in her womanly tunnel was merely building her apprehension. The passion-tormented depths of her throbbing cunt were crying out to be totally filled. She, herself, was no longer able to stand this erotic teasing. It was obvious from the way his tongue was lapping into her that she would not climax no matter how long he licked. She screeched out her desire and inner frustration, her hands instinctively reaching between her thighs, grasping his head, twisting her fingers in his curling hair, tugging his face all the more firmly against her sodden crotch. She felt herself totally helpless, right now. All her reaction were purely reflexive and instinctive. There was nothing in the world that mattered right now other than sexual sensuality, orgasmic sensation, and the need to repeatedly climax.
"Ohhhhhh ... oooooooh ... uuuuuuhhhhhhh ... sweet Jee-sssusssss ... Godddddddduuuuhhhhhh ... I-I-I can't ... uhhhhh ... take anymore ... uhhh ... of thissssssssss ... pleeeeeaaaaassssse ... do it ... uhhhhhh ... yessssss ... do it ... do it ... do it ... nowwwwwww. .
She was moaning, frustrated with the agony of being so close and not being able to make it. Almost as soon as the words left her mouth, Esther realized she was doing precisely what Samuelson had said she would do. She was begging him to sleep with her. And to think, that was the one thing she'd swore never to do.
George Freeman raised his head, resting his chin on the hairy moss on her pelvis as he leered at her and said, "What is it that you want me to do now?"
Esther stared back at him between the twin hillocks of her shimmering breasts. She hated him. Oh God! She hated him. He knew what she wanted and he was teasing her. "Please," she whimpered.
"Please? Please what? Just what is it you want, Esther? Is it my cock you want?"
"Yes, yes, oh yes, I need it. I need it badly, and I need it now. Do it!" She was gasping between tightly compressed lips. She tightly shut her eyes to blot out the sight of his triumphant smile as he gloated at her.
"Well now, if you want me to fuck you, Esther, that's precisely what you're going to have to ask me to do. So go ahead now, ask for it the right way."
"For God's sake," she gasped, "you know what I want. I want you to ... put it into me."
"Put what into you, honey? Come on, now. You aren't a baby any longer. You know all the right words."
"Please make love to me," she begged. "We've already agreed there's no love involved," he mockingly laughed. "Honey, I wish to fuck you, do you understand? And that is precisely what you will ask me to do. Simply say, George, I want you to fuck me. I want you to ram your fat cock into my tight cunt and fuck me ... very hard.' "
"No!" Esther gasped. "I-I just can't say such filthy words. Please!"
"Well, hell, honey, if you can't ask for it the right way, then I have no choice. I'll just stop everything here and now and watch while you finger your own pussy."
If George Freeman was anything, he was a man of his word. He simply stopped, crawled off the bed, and stood looking down at the harassed woman, his lengthily throbbing erection vibrating as it stood before him. With a smile that made his mustache twitch, he reached down, grabbed the thick length of his penis and stroked it very gently, saying, "Come on, Esther. This is what you really want, isn't it. Look at it. It's a nice, stiff prick. Just think, if you ask the right way, you can have it buried to the hilt in your pretty vagina. Ask, Esther. Just ask."
Esther stared at the huge penis with the mottled red dome. The arousal in her was more than she was able to bear. She felt a great fear of possibly being abandoned now that she had been so wantonly aroused. Where she had feared what he might do earlier, she now feared what he might not do. There was an orgasm lurking inside her that was more powerful than anything she had ever felt with Milburn. She needed that orgasm; she needed it badly. And she needed it now. Her trembling fingers moved lower, sinking between her thighs to calm the screaming demands of her tortured vagina. She slipped a finger into the moistly burning groove of her femininity and instantly the pulsing nodule of her womanhood. She rubbed at it frantically, her naked hips wildly gyrating, her breath spastically coming from her chest as she lay there, obscenely licentious. Her eyes blazed with the insanity of lust as her hands clawed and tore at her searing, passion-inflamed vaginal opening. Her body had been sensually aroused as never before, carried beyond the point-of-no-return. She was filled with exquisite fire and throbbing sensations, and all this combined to influence her decision. Her brain pounded with an uncontrollable throb, blotting out all semblance of rational thought. The need for sex was primary and dominant. For an instant in eternity she felt she was a living vagina, from top to bottom, hotly throbbing and pulsating with a demand for a long, hard, solidly rampant cock.
Esther was frantic with need, almost completely out of her mind in her quest for release. But whatever she did was no good. Continuing to masturbate was less than useless at this point. Her eyes remained locked on the massive length of solid cock still protruding from Freeman's groin. The man was still clutching it in his hand, holding it toward her as if it were some kind of bait. Perhaps it was more in the nature of a reward, much as one would give a biscuit to a dog for obeying the proper command.
With a deep animalistic gasp Esther suddenly pulled her tanned thighs up, pressing her knees to her chest as she splayed her thighs widely, exposing the entire softness of her desirous cunt to the man. Her hips continued grinding and undulating, moving uncontrollably beneath her in the licentious rhythm of intercourse. Her hands shivered with lustful need as she reached down to either side of her wantonly aroused vaginal orifice and slowly tugged the rich pink lips apart in what was plainly an invitation to the naked man.
"All right," she gasped, from the depths of total humiliation. "All right, you win." She knew this was the only way to find real release, so she pleaded, "George-Mr. Freeman-please ... for the love of God ... f-f-fuck me! Fuck my c-cunt ... oh please ... quick ... before I go totally crazy."
Freeman crawled back onto the bed, smiling as he hovered above her, the leer an arrogant expression of total triumph. "Excellent," he told her. "I was certain you would eventually come around. You're too sensuous a woman to have remained so obstinate. Now, suppose, dear lady, you tell me precisely where it is you want me to fuck you."
His sadistically lascivious smile told Esther she would have to say everything and anything he demanded before she would be able to receive the satisfaction she so needed. She almost choked, swallowing the huge amounts of saliva forming in her mouth as her brain went over all the four-letter obscenities he wanted her to pronounce. They were like white-hot irons indelibly searing their impressions in her brain.
"I ... want you to fuck me..." she gasped. "I want you to fuck me in my cunt. . . " she mumbled, feeling ashamed and wanton for ever having said such words. Her face reddened with embarrassment.
"And with what should I fuck you?"
"With your cock," she gasped. "Fuck me with your cock."
"Yes, yes, excellent. Now you're getting into the spirit of things. Now tell me, Esther. How do you want me to fuck you?"
"Oh God! Must I?"
"Come, come. Don't be shy."
"Hard," she gasped. "Fuck me just as hard as possible."
Still not totally satisfied, Freeman said to her, "Now suppose you say the whole thing without my having to urge the words out of you."
like a helpless prisoner being tortured without letup, the young housewife groaned, "You're killing me!"
"Say it, dear," Freeman insisted. "Say it nice and loud so that either of us will doubt who is begging who. You are the one begging me to fuck you. Isn't that right?"
"Oh dear God, yes, yes, yes. If that's the only way we can continue, then yes, I'm the one begging you to fuck me."
Her eyes brimmed with tears of frustration as she repeated, "Please, George-Mr. Freeman ... please fuck me. Fuck me in my cunt, fuck me with your cock. Fuck me hard!"
"At last you have it correct," Freeman nodded. He smiled his broad smile as he forced his hips between her invitingly open and widespread thighs. The head of his throbbing cock shudderingly pressed into the naked openness of her wetly gaping pussylips. "Now," he told her, "there only remains one thing to do. I want you to reach between your thighs, grab my cock, and simply tuck it into your tight little cunt."
It was the final, ultimate humiliating degradation. Esther sobbed out a heart-rending, "Oh Godddddddddd!"
Freeman, still hovering over her, smiled down at her as the woman reached down with shivering fingers, her tiny, delicate hand not able to totally encircle the girth of the massive penis as it hotly pulsated. She felt the burning flesh and the smoothness of the outer layer of skin, and she had to admit it put Milburn's to shame. Not that Milburn was built small, but this one felt as if it ought to have been attached to King Kong.
"There," she gasped, pressing the head between her vulva lips. "Now go ahead and fuck me."
Poised directly over the woman he had caused to suffer, Freeman flexed his hips forward a little and forced the swollen point of his throbbingly excited phallus inch by slow inch into the rubbery little gap of her cock-starved, wetly prepared pussy.
Lying flat on her back beneath him, Esther became even more aware of the truly great enormity of the hardened shaft now breaching her vaginal tunnel. Terror gripped her soul as she became frightened, certain that as his immensely thick penile point started stretching and enlarging her, she might not be elastic enough. As a result he would end up ripping her inner membranes. She would be torn to shreds. And because her mind conceived of such a thing happening, she tensed her body in fear, and as a result the stretching pressure became too much for her to bear. She began screaming in agony.
"Eeeeeeyyyyyaaaaaggggghhhhh! Too much! God! Too much! You're too big!"
"Stay cool," he told her. "Your husband can't be that tiny. Just relax a little."
"Please ... please ... please ... now I'm begging you not to."
In spite of her desire for the enthralling relief only a hotly pulsing penis would bring her, she was terrified now that Samuelson's cock was squirreling its way into her. It was so thick it was filling her entire interior, stretching her far beyond her wildest dreams, and the pain she felt was terribly real at that moment. Her tortured face, drawn with lines, was pleading with him, begging him for mercy, but even as she wept she saw the sadistic smile on his face and realized he was getting pleasure from all this. There was no gentleness in this man ... at least not for her. He would show her no mercy whatsoever. He certainly hadn't shown her any, yet. A look of wild, thrilling pleasure lit up his shining eyes as he continued his wickedly brutal and inexorable impalement, thrusting slowly but relentlessly, going deeper and deeper into the crushing depths of her squeezing cunt. He moved continually deeper until he had buried almost all of him inside her.
Esther screamed again, crying, "Ohhhhhhh ... please ... stop! You're tearing me, inside. I can feel my flesh ripping. You're too thick. Oh God! God! Please pull it out..."
"Don't be ridiculous," Freeman told her. "I only just got in. You just lie there and let me finish penetrating, and soon you'll be enjoying it all along with me. You'll see."
His thickly heated length continued pushing into her, forcing her wetly heated walls to stretch to their utmost, thrilling to the way her membranes clung to the bole of his throbbing shaft. But finally, with a last, solid shove, he was all the way in as his balls thwacked heavily against the smoothly tan cheeks of her rounded buttocks. He had her body upturned in the perfect position, and he was in as far as possible.
"Ahhhhhhhh!" he gasped, closing his eyes, feeling the delicious sensations roll over him as he realized her inner lips were nursing on the base of his cock. "There now," he whispered. "I'm all the way in. Hell, don't give me any crap about not being able to open enough to take me. When the time comes for you to give birth you'll be opening even wider. Ooooh! That does feel ever so good. By the way, do you take any precautions to avoid pregnancy?"
"This is one heck of a time to ask," she sobbed. "Yes, I t-take the P-Pill."
Freeman lay there totally immobile, resting on top of the soft cushion that was her body, allowing the entire length of her inner tunnel to adjust to his breadth. He continued flexing his heatedly pulsating prick deep inside the tightly clutching and constricting walls of the young wife's vaginal sheath. He wriggled a little more, driving the head of his lengthy pole yet another fraction of an inch into her, thrilling to the tightness of her surrounding vagina.
The young and beautiful brunette gasped with each muscular lurch as he continually repeated the flexing expansion of his swollen prick inside her, each time. After what seemed like an eternity, Esther suddenly realized her interior was indeed adjusting to the heavy length of the thrusting cock, and with the passage of a few more seconds, she felt all pain slowly seep out of her as her vaginal tunnel was now easily able to accommodate the heatedly hard length of driving cock. Now, all the wonderfully delicious sexual feelings, temporarily masked by the pressure of his painful entrance, flooded back to her, surging through her trapped body. Her crying sighs of pain and agony were slowly being replaced by wanton gasps of delighted pleasure.
Little by little Samuelson began a slow, continuous rotation, carefully churning his hips around and around so his in-thrust pole would attempt to rotate in the sucking tightness holding it. He carefully eased his throbbing cock back just a little, then plunged forward again, as if trying to sink the entire length into her creaming cunt even deeper. The elastically resilient walls of her vibrantly throbbing vaginal catacomb continued stretching, and her body relaxed as the last whimperings of pain turned to purring hums of total delight as outright enjoyment of this wonderfully forbidden pleasure filled her body. God! It was so good, and once more she found she had no control over it. The enjoyment flooded through her body, filling her with burning delight. She was aflame with untamed, unfulfilled wantonness, and without her willing it to happen, her naked loins began lewdly churning beneath him, countering the hip-swinging gyrations he was using.
Still poised above her, Samuelson sensed Esther's uncontrolled movements. He enjoyed listening to her moans of totally uncontrolled delight. Yes, the time had come to really begin fucking her. Now that the woman was all set to climb the walls he intended pounding into her with everything he had in him.
The sales manager wantonly raised himself on his hands and knees above her licentiously wriggling body to increase the leverage as he prepared to thrust the full length of his hard cock back and forth, deeply plunging it all the way into her tightly quivering cunt. He began his movement, rocking back and forth, stroking smoothly, cramming it in harder with each forward attack, lengthening and intensifying his thrusts, trying to drive deeper each time. The heatedly wet, clinging walls of her vaginal corridor tightly gripping the entire length of his steaming, rock-solid penis, created a feeling of overpoweringly thrilling rapture. If anything, this justified his long wait, making everything worthwhile.
God! he thought. She has a nice, tight cunt. It's going to be a pleasure to fuck her.
As her naked manager sank his throbbing penis ever deeper into her desire-inflamed depths, Esther felt her hotly throbbing interior respond more and more readily. Her body acted on its own, reacting wildly to the wanton desires he had created in her. By now she had totally surrendered herself to being fucked by this man. As far as she was concerned it was against her will, even if he had found a way to make her beg for it. He could twist things around to make it seem as if she had been the one, begging and pleading for him to attack and rape her, but the fact remained this whole thing had not been her choice from the start. But because she was so wildly aroused, her pleasure would not be minimized. The thrills were real ... perhaps they were the only reality for her. Far down in the pit of her aching belly the static heat of charged lightning was being released, flashing from nerve-ending to nerve-ending in a continually passionate thrill of wild sensation as he began grinding into her in earnest. His swollen cock filled the soggy tightness of her squeezing vaginal sheath as it continued pressing tightly around the moving penis that seemed to be fulfilling her as Milburn's had never done. Freeman was pistoning it insanely in and out of her rapture-clogged vaginal chamber.
Esther found her body reacting more and more to what the man was doing, responding more vibrantly than she had thought possible. He was building ecstasy in her she had never before known. Milburn had never been able to thrill her this wildly. Now, for the first time, she was starting to understand why people put such emphasis on sex. Yes, this was the kind of rapture she had always inwardly yearned to feel. But Milburn was always so timid about sex that when he did suggest something different, and she vetoed the idea, he was foolish enough to accept the refusal.
For the first time Esther found her vagina feeling really filled as Freeman continued increasing the depth and speed of his stroking into her. He was stabbing his cock into her with the power and speed of a steam drill, his hips two insane pile drivers. Wantonly, Esther moved her lush body in complete abandonment, responding to the many thrills charging through her salaciously aroused body. She welcomed every body slamming thrust with a matching counterstroke of her own, fucking back against his crotch with all the power in her slender, shapely body. Freeman pressed his hungry mouth to that of the woman he was fucking, capturing her moistly shining lips between his wide-open ones. Esther lashed back with her tongue, stabbing it deep into his throat, letting him chew and suck on it, while at the same time she moved it back and forth in time to the rhythm of his solidly driving penis as it moved in and out of the heatedly wet depths of her pink-fleshed cunt. She sighed and gasped incessantly with pleasure, letting him know how much joy he was bringing her, willing to accept any humiliation as long as he continued fucking her.
Esther dug her heels into the bed, giving herself some leverage as she slid her moistly lubricated vagina up and down the massive shaft, feeling the way it thickly fucked into her teeming depths. She moved with a wanton abandon she had never experienced with her husband, enjoying all this so much, she wondered why Milburn had been unable to create similar feelings in her body.
Her beautiful face was contorted with lusting animality, and her eyes were glazed, staring unseeingly up at him. Her pretty nostrils flared wide as her breath came out in loudly rasping pants. Esther was in a world all her own, completely lost to everything but the licentious sexual tango she was horizontally performing with her partner as they fucked one another. It was the most deliciously wonderful thing to ever take place. She thrust up with all her strength, unable to believe the new delights filling her body when his hot prick slid back and forth.
Esther felt as if she were a virgin, experiencing coition for the first time. The sensual rapture she knew was something she simply had previously been unable to believe existed. She thought back on all that had happened to her since entering this office, and she marveled at how she had changed from not wanting-to wanting-to demanding, as the man had fondled her body, licking her, sucking her, thrilling her. And now here he was, with his enormous phallus lengthily and hotly pistoning in and out of her aching vagina, moving so quickly she feared her membranes would burn up because of the friction. Issac Samuelson had done her a good deed after all, making her realize she was a sensuous, adoring female, with all the capabilities for enjoying sex-who truly needed precisely what she was getting. For this brief span of time she no longer thought about what was right or wrong, but simply what her body needed.
Oooooooh! she thought. This is marvelous. There's never been anything quite as wonderful. I love it! I love it!
She discovered so many new things about herself and the reactions of her body, she was unable to accept it all so easily. For instance, she discovered that as she moved with him, sliding her eagerly pulsing vagina up and down the entire thickness of his heavy masculine hose, feeling it continually flexing inside her as she fucked back for all she was worth, the intensity of sensation increased with the rapidity of her movement. With each passing second it became more and more wonderful, becoming wildly, almost unbearably overpowering. As many times as she had lain under her husband, Milburn, she had not once discovered what it meant to be an ecstatically fulfilled female. Now, now for the first time she was learning the true meaning of such words as passion, ecstasy, and rapture. Now, with a strange man's hard cock hammering into the tightly sucking depths of her creaming pussy, she was being fucked as she had never been fucked before. It had been against her will, certainly against her better judgment ... as close to being a rape without there actually being any violence. And it was being done to her by a man who had no emotional feeling for her whatsoever. A lesson was to be learned. Passion and true love were two entirely different things. True, passion might lead to true love, but one could love, as she loved Milburn, without feeling deep passion.
Esther still found it difficult to believe sexual coupling was so thrilling and exciting. There was so much exquisite pleasure, she held onto each passing second as if it were an entire lifetime, not wanting to let go for fear the next second would not be as good. But the next second was not only as good, but always better. For the first time she not only felt exquisite sensations of her own, but wanted her lover to feel everything she was feeling. She was first discovering the joy of giving of herself. Yes, that was what she wanted to do most of all. She wanted to give George Freeman as much pleasure as he was giving her. It was the least she could do for him, considering that he had awakened her to a new world of inner feeling.
"Ike," she gasped, gripping his earlobe with her teeth and sensuously biting it, "fuck me harder. Fuck that cock of yours deeper. Fuck, fuck, and fuck again, and don't ever stop fucking. Y-e-e-e-e-e-ssssssss ... jussssst like thattttt ... deeeeeeeppp...."
She knew her words would arouse and titillate him, and he deserved to know how much he had affected her. She knew no man before him had ever made her feel this good.
Slaving away over the writhing young wife, goring his throbbing prick into the deepest part of her flooded vagina, Freeman knew she was nearing the zenith of sensation. There was more he could do to please the woman, and since she was responding so nicely, he determined to really make her feel good. Knowing precisely what to do, he slid one hand down over the smooth tanned skin of her obscenely churning ass-cheeks and felt the muscles rippling just below the soft pliancy of her wantonly naked flesh. His hand moved lower until his extended, searching forefinger found the cleft between her rounded buttocks. It slid between them, seeking, searching, finally finding the tiny puckered entryway to her rectum. Freeman soaked his finger in the viscous moisture that bubbled from her vagina funning down her perineum and thighs. His finger touching her there thrilled the cords in her thighs and the muscles in her vagina. Her simmering channel tautly clung to his throbbing pole, refusing to let him pull back for a moment. When he was finally able to do so, there was that much more fluid covering his finger. He placed the tip of his finger gently against the entrance to her rear passage, noting it in no way clenched in resistance. This was a woman who learned quickly. He pressed, trying to open the prune-like crinkle, and for the first time he felt her respond, recoiling in shock as she first understood what he was trying to do. Her sharply indrawn breath rasped in his ear. He pushed lightly against her anal opening, panting softly, "Now, Esther ... now I'm going to give you a feeling you've never had before. I'm going to shove my finger into your rectum ... just about as far in as it'll go."
He leered at her in triumph, once again expecting to see her cringe. But Esther was too far aroused to be frightened. She knew, if he was going to do something to her, it was something to make her feel good. Yes, a finger in her rectum. Why not! His telling her what he intended doing merely served to arouse her that much more. Thrilling ecstasy swept over her, and she shuddered, realizing it felt good. Even the pain of his probing against the outside of her anus felt good. She wanted to be hurt ... to enjoy the masochistic exhilaration she was certain she would feel.
"Yes," she screamed. "Oh yes, yes, yes. I want to feel it. Do it. Shove that finger into me."
"Where should I shove it?" Freeman asked.
"In my behind," she gasped.
"Where?" he asked.
"In my ass," she screamed. "Shove it in my tight little ass. Shove it all the way in. Hurt me!"
And that was precisely .what Freeman did. He pushed hard, shoving his finger deep into the spongy depths of her heatedly puckering rear-end. His finger kept driving in as she screamed, but he wouldn't stop until the entire length of it was rammed into her rectal depths. Esther kept screaming, feeling pain as he rubbed his finger against the sphincter he had so solidly pushed through. The tight, elastic ring pulled on the manual digit, sucking it ever deeper into her heatedly clenching anal tunnel. Freeman knew immediately that her ass-hole had never been probed. Her husband must be some kind of schnook to let prime stuff like this go untouched for so long. Well hell, this was an ass-hole meant for something other than a finger, and he would make certain to use it ... another time. And there would be another time. There would be at least fifteen other times.
Never before in her entire life had Esther Fine felt such wonderfully thrilling agony. The delightful mixture of pleasure and pain was a shuddering sensation that charged her to want even more. Such, sweet, rapturous delight sent chills rippling through her tautly writhing belly. Little by little she felt her rear tunnel slowly adjusting to the length and breadth of the finger buried inside, while at the same time she squealed because of the greater intensity of feeling running through her.
Esther continued her undulant sliding up and down the throbbing, lust-stiffened length of steel-like flesh, squeezing the enormous cock. She strained to absorb both, cock and finger at the same time into the straining depths of her hotly sucking genitals.
Now Freeman was slamming into her tender body with increased speed, his driving finger moving in concert with the solidly plundering shaft of his lancing phallus. He clearly felt the additional tightness in her cunt caused by the pressure of his finger in her ass as it pressed against the thin, membranous wall separating the two channels. The intensifying pressure and increasing friction was so concentrated along the extremely sensitive underside of his aching phallus, causing the throbbing inner sensations to mount even higher. He knew his own satisfaction was very near, and if he wasn't careful, he might come before she was ready to peak.
Beneath his powerfully grinding hips, the young wife was wildly writhing totally out of control, slamming her wetly basted cunt along the full length of his ready-to-explode monorail. Her own body moved with mounting fury, her legs wildly jerking, toes tightly curling, and hips nakedly gyrating as though she would never really get enough of this totally forbidden enjoyment. The woman had accepted her complete subjugation to the man's dual ravishment of her seethingly bubbling, hotly flaming, spuriously blistering loins. She continued moaning unceasingly, sounding her throaty enjoyment of all that was happening to her.
Freeman felt the painfully searing, almost acidic burn of his impending ejaculation as his scrotum tightened and pulled his pulsatingly swollen testicles into his aching groin. He yanked his moving finger from the depths of Esther's tightly sucking anus. It came out with a hissing pop. He used both hands to press her knees back to her chest, forcing them to mash the fullness of her lusciously globular breasts. He watched them flatten as they spread beneath her kneecaps, seeing them shining because of the sheen of perspiration now sheeting her entire body. She was wildly excited with uncontrollable passion as he fucked even more swiftly, more painfully, lancing his hardened cock into the crushing depths of her eagerly wet vagina. He slammed into her with bestial fury, drilling into her tenderly defenseless open vaginal causeway, thrusting like a hydraulic steam hammer completely out of control.
"Give me all your cock, George," Esther loudly groaned. "Come on, fuck me harder ... harder ... oh God! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! Don't stoppppp...." Her beautiful face was now contorted into a series of twisted lines. It was an unrecognizable mask of total passion as she sought that ultimate entry into a complete orgasm. The final thrill was only moments away, now.
Freeman grunted aloud, working slavishly over the young wife, thrusting and plunging wildly as he found himself caught up in the ecstatic drive toward his own satisfaction. He violently jackhammered his pulsing penis into her hotly clasping vagina calling on his final reserves of strength as the muscular cords in his thighs strained. Yes, this was one hot bitch, all right. He had fucked many women in his time, but never had he known one as wildly exciting as this particular female. She was not only able to take the entire length and breadth of his outsized cock, but she was begging for more. She was something special, all right, and he had her for at least fifteen more sessions.
Esther began tightening, convulsing beneath him. She was almost there, and he was glad he was able to bring her on this way. She felt her orgasm surging toward the peak of her inner sensations, her body tinglingly alive, moving wildly about as if caught up by a tidal wave. She tightened, feeling the spasm build higher and higher as she prepared herself for that final release. And then she was up there, rocketing through endless space where time was totally meaningless and all else meant nothing if it wasn't connected with her reaching for the stars. For a very brief instant she was one with infinity, and then she opened her eyes and stared straight up into Freeman's lust-transfixed face. Not once did he diminish his rhythm as he continued slamming into her lust-filled depths. His expandingly swollen, licentiously bloated cock stabbed deep into her frantically squirming depths as he strove to attain his own satisfaction.
Dream-like, Esther heard her own voice. It sounded earthily unnatural and completely animalistic as she screamed out her gasping rapture. "AAAAAIIIIIGGGGGHHHHH ... YYYYYAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH ... OHHHHHHH ... MYYYYYY ... UHHHHHHHH ... GODDDDDUHHHHHH ... I ... UHHHH ... CANNNNNN ... FEEEEEEELLLLL ... ITTTTTT ... UHHHHHH ... I'MMMMMMMM...
Samuelson sensed the heatedly rhythmic tremors of Esther's unbelievably intense release as her body tightly clutched his. Floods of seeping oil filled her heatedly clasping vaginal tunnel, and with a final effort he slammed madly into her dilated depths, sinking deeper into her wetly throbbing vagina than his cock had ever delved before. The thrills mounted in his own body as he felt his balls leaping up and down in the tight sac containing them. With a loud groan he felt his wildly jerking penis start to shoot.
His heatedly white semen started hosing down the reddened walls of her interior. It spurted from the hardened length of his moving cock into her flushed enclave. The heavy cock jerked and twitched with thrilling force, jerking again and again as it continued splashing the milky white fluid from the tiny tip in its pulsating head.
Holding himself rigidly above the nakedly thrashing young sales lady, he tensed himself as the throbbingly exquisite sensations of his pulsating release flooded through every part of him. Samuelson felt his breath leaving his body the sensations were so overpowering.
Slowly he lowered all his weight onto the raven-haired beauty, kissing her one final time. Then he said, "Esther, I've never felt a cunt like yours. God, you're not only tight, but you create the feeling that you're going to tear my cock out by the roots."
CHAPTER TWO
Fully dressed, Esther sat on the sofa in Freeman's office as he finished tying his tie. She felt the shame and guilt of what she had done flood back to her, and now that it was all over she wanted to be alone with her own guilty conscience. All the self-recrimination she had not felt earlier was starting to flood her body, now.
God, she thought to herself. How will I ever face Milburn ?
She would have to live with it somehow, but she was wise enough to realize she didn't dare tell her husband. For the first time since her wedding day she realized how much she loved her husband. She didn't want to risk losing him. If he ever learned she had cheated on him he would walk out. That was the kind of person he was.
"What's the hurry?" Freeman asked, seeing the way she stared at the door, waiting for him to unlock it.
"I'd like to leave, now," she told him.
"An attack of conscience?" he smirked. "Yes, Shakespeare was right about conscience turning us into cowards. However, don't forget, we still have fifteen more sessions together. And I'll be the one to decide when and where."
The hell you will, Esther thought.
If she managed to increase her sales, she just might be able to get up the five-hundred dollars in two weeks, when she was due to report to the office again. And once she paid off Freeman, there was no way on earth he'd be able to make her do anything. But that didn't excuse what she had already done. Somehow she'd have to live with that.
Milburn came home from his electronics shop the same time that evening. Esther had his dinner ready. She wondered if she looked any different to her husband, but after a while saw he noticed nothing. Any differences were in her own mind.
She took a long shower, after supper, making certain there was none of George Freeman's residue left inside her. Then she put on her plainest housecoat, deciding to relax and do some sewing while watching a little TV.
For some reason, Milburn was suddenly horny that evening. Perhaps it was the fresh smell of the deodorant soap emanating from her body. In any case, he was hot for her, and he insisted they go to bed early. She resisted, but he demanded his husbandly right.
The moment her husband's cock entered her, Esther's vagina abruptly tightened as never before, creating the feeling George Freeman was inside her. She began bouncing and moving as she had never moved before, thrilling Milburn beyond belief. He had no idea why she was behaving so, but he was wise enough to know he would be foolish to question it. He loved his wife very much, and his jealousy stemmed from his love for her. Unlike most men, he didn't consider her a mere possession. And contrary to George Freeman's statement, he was a completely faithful husband. Esther felt more ashamed of herself than ever.
Once was not enough for him, that night, though it was for Esther. By experimenting with her vaginal muscles, she unwittingly found she was able to make her vagina as sensitive to her husband's cock as it had been to Freeman's. Though Milburn's fucking was strictly missionary, that night, it set off all the right things, and afterward, they both slept soundly, though Esther had sexual nightmares.
CHAPTER THREE
Esther's weekend sped by quietly and smoothly, except that Milburn wasn't able to get enough of her. For some unknown reason he became more and more domineering, insisting he be allowed to eat her. Though Esther fought him, he eventually had his way. Milburn was certain it would be a matter of little time before he convinced her to orally reciprocate.
The good thing about working for the Mueller Brush Company, as far as Esther was concerned, was that she only had to go into the office on paydays. That was when she dropped off all the money she collected.
When Monday came around, and her husband had gone off to work, Esther checked her sample case and was satisfied that she had at least one of every brush sold by the company. She had to make that money back in a hurry and pay off Ike Samuelson, and so she decided to try a new territory.
Putting on her blue satin suit with the light blue blouse, Esther went to Eastbury, near Harle Place, and began canvassing streets off the main drag. There were all kinds of stores and factories, and she always had her best luck with men. All she had to do was smile, and they usually bought. And on this particular Monday, before noon, she already closed three sales grossing more than a hundred dollars. Her own commissions always came to twenty percent of the gross price, and she decided that twenty dollars for less than three hours work was not bad.
It was not quite eleven-thirty when she found the yellow brick building opposite the gas station. At first she was going to bypass it, but she noticed the huge garage doors. When one of the doors opened, she saw the place was full of cars. She walked around the corner to Riverman Court and saw the sign, Eastbury Used Cars. Perfect. She had a whole bunch of different kinds of wire brushes she'd be able to show them. Wire brushes were always good for one thing or another at a car dealer.
Walking up the stairs, she saw two doors. The one to her left led directly into the garage where the cars were being worked on. So she knocked on the door to her right. It was opened by a pretty blonde whose name she subsequently learned was Felice. When she explained why she was there, Esther was invited to sit while Felice went and called the two partners who owned the dealership.
Some moments later, as she looked around the tiny office with the two desks, Esther saw the two partners walk in. One was a balding man with a grizzly beard and a slight paunch. He introduced himself as Rick. The other was slender, with fair skin and very light-brown hair. He was Stan. Both wore dark trousers and light tan jackets.
Esther showed them the five different kinds of brushes she thought they might be able to use, and Stan sat quietly at the far desk while Rick did all the talking. It soon became clear to Esther that Rick loved to talk. He talked for ten minutes without really saying anything.
"Hey," he finally said, "tell you what. I think we can use some of those brushes. What say we talk about it over lunch."
"Fine," Esther nodded, visualizing the commissions she'd be making.
"Stan," the bearded man said to his partner. "Let's take that green Dodge wagon. You drive."
"Okay," Stan nodded.
Esther waited outside with Rick while Stan pulled the wagon out. She noticed the side and rear windows were mirrored, letting anyone inside see out, but preventing anyone outside from seeing in. She thought the three of them would be sitting in front, but Rick opened the rear door and helped her into the back seat. The car had been in the storage garage and was cold inside. As Stan drove away, Esther began shivering. Rick, who was sitting beside her, put a huge, bear-like arm around her. saying, "Hey, kid, you're cold. Relax a little."
Esther instantly stiffened. Looking at Stan, she saw his eyes were focused on the road ahead. She also noticed there was no rear-view mirror. The doors were electronically locked. There was no way for her to leave the wagon without the consent of the two men.
After her experience with Freeman, Esther was more than a little wary. She wondered if her fright was evident to the two men. There was a raw, primitive fear in her intestines, and though she realized it was instinctive, Esther was unable to understand just why she was afraid. She had been selling brushes for quite some time now, and she had always been able to fend off overly amorous men before. But there was no denying the hunger in Rick's eyes as he looked her over, and she had to admit, she was scared.
"Look, Esther," Rick was saying, the saliva seeping out the corners of his mouth. "I think we can do one helluva business. I mean, from what I see, I can use about five-hundred dollars worth of brushes, right now. And Vd give you subsequent orders for the same amount every couple of months."
Five-hundred dollars! That would give her a hundred dollars in commissions, and would go a long way in helping her to repay George Freeman. But there was always a catch. Esther knew that.
Shivering with fear and fascination, Esther turned her head toward Rick, watching him with a mixture of awe and terror. She didn't like the idea of not being able to leave the wagon of her own free will.
"And just what do I have to do for this kind of money?" she asked.
"Hey, honey, it's not as bad as you think," Rick told her.
She stared into his rheumy eyes, thinking how his beard would feel if he went down on her. He'd probably tickle her to death. But what a way to die!
"Look, Mr...."
"Rick," he insisted.
"Look, Rick, please ... huh. Don't do this. I mean, you're hurting me already."
"I intend being very nice to you," Rick assured her, "and I hope you'll be nice to me. Hey, I like feeling you so close against me. You feel so soft and cuddly. I'm going to take full advantage of your being here."
And then his huge, hairy face was moving closer to hers. His heavy arms wrapped themselves tightly around her, his lips kissing her. Esther instantly felt hunger in his strong kiss, and for the briefest moment his strange lips felt tastily warm and comfortable against her own. And then she suddenly recalled who she was, who he was, and where both of them were. She gathered her strength and pushed as hard as possible, saying, "Don't, Rick," as she tugged her mouth away from his. "Please, just don't do this."
"Hey," Steve called back to them from up front. "Let's keep it as quiet as possible, huh. I'm trying to drive."
"Don't try playing hard-to-get with me, Esther," Rick insisted. "I know you sales broads. You're all alike, huh. Anything for a sale."
His heavy arms were tightly wrapped around her, and when Esther began struggling, he somehow managed to work both of her arms behind her. He had a huge paw and was able to grip both her wrists with one hand. Esther felt his fingers biting into her tender wrists.
"Rick," she gasped. "Just what do you think you're doing? This is wrong."
"Look, honey," Rick told her. "I already explained about the amount of business we can give you. But it's not only us. We have a lot of friends, many in the gas station and garage business, all of whom need wire brushes at one time or another. Hell! A lot of our customers need one kind of a brush or another at various times, and I can set it up so you'll have yourself more than a thousand dollars a week in business ... if you and I can come to a reasonable understanding."
"Rick isn't being unreasonable," she heard Stan say from in front. "In fact, he's a very generous person. And we won't be too demanding. You'll only have to make one of us happy each time you show up for more orders. This time it's Rick. Next time it'll be me."
"And you don't have to worry about becoming pregnant," Rick insisted. "I mean, we wouldn't do anything like that to you."
Esther sat there, unable to believe her ears. These men thought she was some kind of tramp, and they wanted to make her part of an orgy. Only she would be the sole female participant.
And then Rick's other hand tangled the fingers in her hair, pressing on the back of her head, shoving her face toward his again. The man's mouth was coming right up to hers all over again, and then it slammed down against her lips, the tongue wickedly slicing into her oral orifice.
Esther sensed the man's burning heat seeping through his clothing. He was crushing her to him, turning her so her full breasts were solidly pressing into his chest.
"Aaaaaah, nuts," Rick muttered. "We can't really get it on in this seat. Let's you and I climb into the back of the wagon and really ball up a storm."
"N-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o..." Esther gasped, watching with horror as he slid his bulky body into the back. She tried leaning away from him, but he grabbed her arm, pulled her against the back of the seat, then hauled her over with him. And the mirrored windows prevented anyone outside from looking in and seeing what was happening.
"Hey, stop making so much noise," Stan called back to them.
Esther was horrified. Her fear made her freeze. Rick was pressing against her, his throbbing penis pushing his pants out, feeling like a huge spike as it rubbed against him from mouth to knees. She was totally incapable of moving for the moment. He moved, rubbing himself against her, making her feel the arrogant need of his stallion-like male body. And somewhere, deep down inside her, against her will, Esther felt passion starting to build. Oh God, no! This terrified her even more than the knowledge the pulsating penis was rubbing itself against her. Her very instincts, her own inner being seemed to be fighting against her. Oh God! She had to fight back, and in a hurry. If she permitted those latent instincts to take control of her, she'd go insane. She knew herself well enough to understand just what would happen if things went too far. Once again she would become a willing participant. This was something she had to avoid at all costs.
Wriggling and twisting, all Esther succeeded in doing was rubbing her breasts against Rick's shirt front. He had his jacket off, already. She shuddered as his examining tongue sank into the sweetness of her honeyed mouth. The lingual organ began exploring every tiny pink ridge within, licking at each inner crevice, lapping into every wet hollow. The woman writhed as the silky midnight of her hair was gripped in his huge paw while his heavy fingers almost crushed the bony cap of her delicate skull. He continued holding her prisoner, kissing her with an expertise that let her know he had done this many times before. She was simply another victim to be added to his list. Again he pulled her wrists behind her and held them there with one hand as she lay in the back of the wagon. Her fingers were digging into the soft flesh of her own buttocks.
"Hey, you're all right, kid," Rick muttered. "Keep struggling just like that. It adds spice to everything."
The sounds coming from Esther's mouth would have been screams had they not been so expertly stifled and muffled in the tight depths of her agonized throat by the full length of Rick's hotly working, deeply sinking, violently plunging tongue. It moved demandingly through her tiny mouth, working as violently and as brutally as Samuelson's cock had moved when it had invaded the soft interior of her hot cunt.
Esther was starting to find it all but impossible to breathe. The top of her throbbing skull was starting to pound violently because of the tight pressure of Rick's pressuring palm. She smelled the man's hot breath searing her face as it wafted from Rick's nostrils. Esther was aware of the increase in intensity in the man's breathing.
Tears filled Esther's eyes and fell down her cheeks as anguish, like a million tiny pinpricks, stabbed her gullet. She was experiencing a lethal compound of horror, tension, frustration, and agonizing hysteria. More than anything else, she desperately wanted to get out of the station wagon. Aside from the terror filling her, there was that urge to make more sales so she wouldn't have to go through this with Samuelson again, either. In any case, she wanted to be out of the clutches of this desperate man. He was sick and depraved as far as she was concerned. If only Milburn were here, he'd really teach these men a lesson. She was his, and he would never permit anyone to lay hands on what belonged to him.
But even as she thought these things, frightened as she was, the inner heat continued building higher and higher. Lust had become very strong in her.
Esther trembled as Rick's gigantically stiff cock rubbed itself against her softly quivering belly. He continued salaciously grinding his hips, and the enormous, throbbingly hard, wildly pulsating shaft appeared to sear a huge, rod-shaped burn through both their clothes. It was as if the huge mast of flesh actually pressed against her own flesh.
She was openly weeping now, prompting Stan to call from the driver's seat, "Can't you people keep it a little more quiet back there? It's hard enough to do the driving under these circumstances."
Esther moaned and gasped as her lips continued to feel the heavy pressure brought on by Rick's hungrily burning kisses. Her head was pulsing as an inner voice reverberated in her brain. It was the voice of her conscience, crying out to her.
Oh God! She had to preserve herself for her husband. She had cheated on him once, and that had been bad enough. It simply wasn't right to let these men take advantage of her, no matter what her body yearned for. After all, she had taken marriage vows, and it was only right she do her best to keep them. If only Milburn had been earning more money in his electronics store, she would not have had to take this job in the first place. The need for necessities her husband had been unable to provide had driven her to do this in the first place. And that one luxury ... that coat ... had gotten her into all this trouble. God! And the worst part of it all was the fact that her body was enjoying the way this man was touching her, even if her mind was rebelling against it.
But this didn't give Rick or any other man any kind of right to start playing around with her body. Her body was hers, and since she had discovered how to make Milburn please her, all she wanted was to be pleased by him. If, in the process, she was able to please her own husband, well so much the better. But no other man had the right to touch her.
But even as she thought all these things the panic in her was slowly subsiding. Little by little she was starting to calm down, and looking at Rick, Esther was aware he knew she was relaxing. His eyes were glittering with an obscene hunger. Esther was certain she was able to read his mind. He was certain he was reaching her in spite of her prudish self. Yes, he was positive his masculinity was completely overcoming her fears.
The luster in his eyes told Esther the bearded man was already seeing her naked body in his mind's eye. There was no doubt her carefully selected clothing was a tremendous inconvenience as far as Rick was concerned. He was picturing the sight of her nakedly incredible breasts, visualizing them as one looks at ripe fruit hanging from a tree, ready to be plucked and eaten.
Esther's naturally tanned flesh covering the voluptuous roundness of her excitingly curved body was having its effect on the man. Not that
Rick was really unattractive. It was also obvious he was a hard-working man who put in many long hours, and so took what few chances he had to play around. It was probably a long time since he'd scored with any female other than his wife, and he was panting with desire for her. His hands were already running over the swells, planes, hills, and valleys of her tremblingly youthful torso. Each time he touched her his cock jumped in his pants, beating against Esther's trembling body. To the frightened young wife it felt even thicker and longer than it really was, and at any moment she expected to see it breaking out into the open, tearing through its cloth prison.
Esther suddenly found herself breathing again. Rick had taken his mouth from hers and her breath poured from her lungs through her mouth in great hurried gasps and moans. They lay on their sides, staring into one another's faces, their panting mouths mere inches apart. Esther closed her eyes for a moment, tears pouring down from beneath her closed eyelids. She wanted to wipe them away, but one of her arms lay trapped between their bodies, and the other arm was now behind her, still gripped by Rick's huge paw. Her nipples felt overpowering tingles of static sensation pouring through them from having rubbed against Rick's shirt front. The woman violently shivered, but part of those shivers were unbidden thrills making their way to the surface. Her nipples were swollenly budded and pressing against her brassiere. It was a net brassiere and it rubbed all the more arousingly against the thrilled flesh of her twin breasts.
"Time to get down to it," Rick whispered to her, his beard seeming to wiggle as he spoke. "Get your clothes off, honey."
Esther shivered as his hand released her wrist. At the same time his other hand came away from the top of her head. She lay there stunned for a moment, watching as the man clumsily pulled off his pants and undershorts. She lay there, totally incapable of movement for the moment. The numbness in her wrists was slowly giving way to a thousand tiny needle points of pain. She was certain every last little bit of strength had been sapped from her trembling body. All she was able to do was lie there, incapable of moving, unable to open her mouth and say anything. Finally, she opened her eyes and stared straight into his huge, hairy face again.
"Come on," Rick urged.
Weakly, she raised her head and shook it, saying, "No! I can't do a thing like that here ... especially with your partner able to turn around at any time and look."
"Stan isn't looking," Rick assured her. "Now it'll take us more than a half hour to get to the restaurant where we're going to eat. No one can see into the car. Stan will keep his eyes on the road. In fact, if you look, you'll notice he doesn't even have a rearview mirror. So stop giving me a hard time and get the clothes off, honey."
"I ... can't ... " Esther sobbed. "I ... just ... can't . ... "
"Oh for Christ sake, we'll just see about that," Rick insisted, and reaching out, he undid her imagine jacket, then he began unfastening her blouse. He yanked the blouse from the skirt and looked for the skirt's zipper.
Esther made no move to stop him. She simply lay there on her side, weeping, gulping, sobbing, her breasts bounding up and down in her net bra as Rick finally saw them. When he tugged the jacket and blouse off her shoulders, Esther crossed her arms in front of her breasts, her hands automatically reaching up to wipe the tears from her cheeks. The sobs wracking her body were making Esther shake violently. She was in the depths of despair, certain all good fortune had permanently abandoned her. The only feeling she sensed was one of total hopelessness. It continued building inside her. Rick had her where he wanted her. He'd be able to use her any damn way that pleased him, and when he was finished, he would walk from the station wagon as if absolutely nothing had happened, while she would be carrying another internal scar. Well, hell, it was her own stupid fault. If she hadn't been in such a hurry to buy that coat, she'd never have gone out to eat with this man, and she would never be trapped like this.
Rick grabbed her wrists and pulled them away from her face. He stared into her large brown eyes. The lashes fringing them were thick with the wetness of her tears as she stared at the bear of a man, quivering with horror. The sight of tears continually pouring from her eyes was starting to anger Rick. As far as he was concerned, he was doing her a favor. Hell! He was a man of his word. He intended giving her the sales orders for the brushes, but he wanted a little action from her, first.
Esther's round, meloned breasts of tanned flesh were wildly hobbling as they heaved up and down inside her net brassiere. The twin mammaries shuddered, violently moving up and down with her gasps. Her tan nipples were fired and pointed, clearly visible through the net fabric.
Rick's hand solidly gripped the waistband of her skirt, and after finding and tugging down the zipper, he yanked, squirreling the woman this way and that, pulling her skirt down and off, leaving her in nothing but the flesh-colored net bra, a brief pair of panties, and pantyhose, Her flat-heeled shoes had already slipped off. She lay against the imagine carpeting of the wagon's rear in the fragile transparency of her filmy undergarments. At this moment she seemed even more sensual and desirable to the bearded man than she had appeared previously. The sparse, ebony triangle of her pelvic bush seemed to burn through her white panties and pantyhose like a torch, beckoning to the man.
Esther was weak, lying there, filled with fear and terror, the sobs still tormenting her youthful body. Rick's licentiously lined face was staring at her, and it all became too much for the frightened young wife.
For the first time she had a chance to glimpse the thickly rampant length of Rick's hard cock. It seemed to be pointing at her, accusing her of something-or-other. Now that she had a chance to look at it, it didn't seem quite so terrifying. Though longer than her husband's it wasn't quite as long as the one attached to George Freeman. Still, it looked more than competent and she was certain it would stretch her internally just as surely as Samuelson's.
To Esther, Rick was no longer the babbling man with nothing to say whom she had first met when entering the office. He had become a totally primitive, wantonly mindless animal with a bestial need for fulfillment. And the man seemed totally unmindful of just where he got that fulfillment, not caring where he sank the massive instrument torturing him as long as he found a wetly hollow tunnel with tightly wrapping membranes able to cling to his shaft long enough for him to fire. He was totally uncaring, almost viciously unthinking, and completely oblivious of anything other than his own primitive need. He was a half-naked monster with a swollenly bulging muscle standing out from between heavily hairy thighs. His loins appeared very strong and powerful, the muscles in them making them look like a pair of Oak trees. He had a definitely protruding stomach, and a tremendous thicket of dark hair grew in massed profusion all over his crotch.
Seeing all this suddenly galvanized the terrorized young wife, and with a maddening fury that whipped through her like a cat-o-nine-tales she rebelled. Even though she was lying on her side, she straightened up, feeling new, righteous strength flood through her aching limbs. She grabbed the clothing he had stripped from her and pressed them against her, trying to hide her body from his sight.
"Hey, come on now," Rick insisted. "Just what the hell do you think you're doing? I told you to undress, and that meant leaving yourself undressed once you got the clothes off. Now stop making things difficult, Esther. I mean, I do want to give you that order."
The clothing was jerked from her arms by the aroused man and then his moving hands reached around behind her and undid her bra, pulling it off.
"Oh God, no!" she shouted.
"A little more quiet," Stan called from the driver's seat.
"Yes, honey," Rick insisted, once again reaching for her and grabbing the elastic waistband of her panties. He rolled both panties and pantyhose, rolling them down her hips and off her body.
"No! No! No!" Esther screamed, her fingers like razored talons, her nails pointed claws as she fought back, doing her best to scratch the man's eyes out. The arousal she felt enhanced her anger and it ran through her bloodstream like molten lava. Everything around her, including Rick, turned red through the heavy haze of her fury.
"I ... don't belong to you at all," Esther shouted. "My God, but you're a terrible man to do a thing like this to me. Don't you so much as touch me! Stop it, do you hear! Stop it at once!"
Esther yelled all the more loudly when he began touching and caressing her tanned nakedness. He had her where he wanted her, now. Naked as she was, there was no way she'd attempt to escape from the station wagon. She had no clothing, and she had no shoes. She was helplessly trapped by this ogre of a man. There two naked bodies struggled violently against one another in a match that was plainly unequal. Esther was aware she had no chance whatsoever of winning, but it would save her bruised and battered conscience to know she went down to defeat while trying to save what was left of her virtue. No one, not even Milburn was able to blame her for what was happening now. If Rick really wanted her body, he'd have to fight for her.
The idea of rape caused chills to shudder their way through Esther's body. Ike Samuelson had seduced her but he had not raped her. This man was committing rape, and the perverted thought made her feel thrilled. True, Rick was not her picture of the ideal lover, but one never had a choice of rapists. She intended fighting as hard as possible for her virtue, but the certainty that she would lose and be bent to this man's will caused shuddering chills to rampantly run through her inner self.
Damn her body! It wanted to be attacked. It wanted to be fucked. It didn't care who was on the other end of the cock as long as the cock plunged itself into her. It took every ounce of inner willpower to continue struggling. She had to fight, to try and prevent him from fucking her. But he was going to win. He was going to force her to lie on her back, after which he would shove that magnificent reaming tool of his into the heatedly anxious depths of her creaming cunt. It might not have the length and breadth of George Freeman's cock, but it was still a formidable prick. Having looked at it with her eyes, she had felt her body temperature increase a good twenty degrees. Her inner self was quarreling with her mind, letting her know it wanted to be lanced by the thick wand jutting out from between the man's thighs.
Esther had to scratch him at least once. She had to leave some kind of mark on him. This way her conscience would be saved. She would know she had done everything possible to preserve herself for her husband. Knowing she had done everything would allow her body to fully enjoy the wanton feelings surging through it.
Esther stopped thinking at that point. Her only concern was her attempt to use her nails on any part of his face not covered by his beard.
"Damn it all, Esther," Rick snapped at her. "You stop this nonsense, right now. You're no pristine virgin. The wedding ring you're wearing tells me you're used to feeling a cock, though I'll bet you haven't felt anything like mine."
Why was it all men were so vain about the length and width of their penises? Esther realized all men were on an ego trip when it came to their genitals. Each man wanted to believe his was the longest, fattest cock ever made.
Once more he grabbed her two wrists with one hand and then flung her against the opposite end of the back of the station wagon. The woman's pretty, heart-shaped mouth flew open as the wing shapes of her hair seemed to flap.
Rick was shivering with thrilling excitement, not giving a damn if Stan turned around and looked because he intended doing what he was going to do with a visual audience or not. Esther's delicious-looking body was tormenting him and he had to do something about the feelings burning inside him. Jesus! It had been a long time since he'd conned a girl into this wagon. Hell! The last time he'd had to do the driving while Stan did the screwing.
Esther turned her entire body away from Rick at that time, facing the glass, feeling terribly exposed as she looked out at the different people either walking or driving. Because she was able to see them, she was certain they were able to see her. She waited, expecting Rick might attempt to hurt her, and she decided if he was going to do any hitting she'd be better off absorbing the blows with her back than her front. Jesus! She felt filled with righteous wrath and arousal, both at the same time. Inwardly she felt herself totally aroused and thrilled, knowing what was eventually going to happen to her. Because she had fought the man for awhile he might feel it necessary to soothe his id by beating her a little. She didn't like the thought of pain, but knew she'd be able to endure it, if necessary. It would be her penance for eventually surrendering her body to this wickedly evil man.
And then Rick was on her, stretching her out, rolling her onto her back, climbing on top of her. She was completely pinned beneath him as he pressed his ass-cheeks against her belly. He began moving his buttocks higher until the nipples tipping her breasts were cutting into the center of each of his buttocks. The heavy sensation of his flesh pressing against her breasts aroused Esther even more. She did her best to thrash and writhe, but he pressed her forearms down, then applied his knees to them. And suddenly the toweringly thick, blood-filled cock was waving right in her face.
The heatedly strong masculine aroma of his groin filled Esther's twitching nostrils. The idea of his penis so close to her face should have sickened her, but the scent built her arousal even higher.
"Now you take it easy, Esther," Rick said to her. "You just relax and calm down. This is going to be fun for both of us. Now you do precisely as I say and there won't be any more trouble. I want you to suck my cock between those pretty, pouting lips of yours. I want you to lick, lap, and suck until I say otherwise. Honey, you are going to suck my cock if I have to jam the entire length of it down your pretty throat and literally fuck that sweet mouth of hours."
He had to be insane! Where in blazes did he think she might even consider doing something like that? But the musky aroma of his pulsating penis was driving her insane, making her cunt squirt more and more oily fluid against her thighs. Not even Samuelson had tried degrading her like this. This Rick was really a very sick man. There simply was no way on earth she was going to put that swollen monster into her mouth.
"Uhhhhh ... n-o-o-o-o-o..." she gasped, feeling the weight on her breasts becoming somewhat heavier. "I ... uhhhh ... won't do such ... uuuggghhhh ... a disgusssssting ... uuurrrrggggghhhh ... thing."
Her voice was between a rasp and a whisper and it sounded frantic, letting the man know what he wanted her to do was disgustingly vile and perverted.
"I see you need lessons in cocksucking," Rick said to her. "You must really have some kind of a dummy for a husband if he hasn't broken you into this, by now."
Esther tried struggling, but his knees on her arms were pinning her down. Even so, she continued her vain attempts at struggling, certain nothing in the world would ever make her accede to his wishes.
"It's ... uuunnnnhhhhh ... too . . ohhhhhh ... disgusting," she gasped. "How in ... uhhhhhh ... the name of heaven ... ohhhhhhh ... can you even suggest ... aaaaaahhhhhh ... such a horrible ... uuunnnhhh ... thing?"
Rick stared down at her pretty face, wet and streaked with so many tears. Her hair, still wing-shaped, made her appear as if she might fly right out of the wagon at any moment if he took his weight off her. Her widened eyes let him know just exactly how frightened she was, and it thrilled the man, giving him a sense of power he had never known before. She looked so lovely staring up at him.
Esther simply lay there, shivering with a combination of fear and lust, aching to be fucked, but having no desire to put his throbbing prick in her mouth. His weighty glans was pressing against the underside of her chin, leaving oily drops of lubrication there. The pretty woman shuddered, closing her eyes against the glare of light bouncing off the lube-smeared point of the man's pulsing cock. Esther gasped when Rick's hand reached down and grabbed a wingtip of hair. He jerked back on her hair, yanking her face upward, bringing it even closer to his bloated prick.
"Come on, Esther," he said in a softly soothing, almost hypnotic voice. "Open that pretty mouth of yours," he insisted, really glorying in the total mastery of the situation. Vibrant power seemed to flow through him as he continued staring at her frightened face, seeing the way his swollenly solid phallus vellicated with anticipation of what he expected was to come.
Esther's eyes were locked on the massive length of the hardened member. For the First time she was able to see the finely laced network of veins running through the penis. She'd had no idea something the size of a cock contained so many veins. And fiery heat was-emanating from the hard and swollen length of muscle. She'd known a cock was hot, but she'd had no idea how hot until now, when one was brushing against her face.
Rick led a very active life, but not active in the sexual sense. True, he was married, and he did give his wife the benefit of his cock every now and again, but he had become very used to her. It was nice to plow a new field every now and again. Also, his wife was not one for oral-genital sex. It had been so long since his cock had been sucked, he'd almost forgot why God gave a woman a mouth as well as a cunt. Hell! He had this broad right where he wanted her. Might just as well let her do the job. She looked so sweet, so pure, so innocent. Her lovely little face would look perfect wrapped around his throbbing cock. God! He ached to shove the entire length down her throat. The sight of his pelvic hair tickling her nostrils was a thrill he wanted to feel.
Esther continued staring at the heavy penis, her staring eyes wide with thrilling fascination. She felt all shuddery inside as the dome of his pulsating cock, all wet and shiny with its inner secretions, pressed against her tightly closed lips.
Although the idea repelled her, Esther knew she was going to suck it. There was no way of escaping it. At least it was a bit smaller than that of Ike Samuelson. The thought of trying to gorge that monstrous log down her throat made her shudder.
The continual pulsing of the masculine rod pressed against her lips brought her back to the present. It was continually oozing more and more of the slippery fluid as if independently alive and believing she needed it. Good God! There simply was no way out.
Rick was becoming more than a little impatient. A furious anger started working its way through him, and before he was able to gain control of himself, he reached down with one hand, cupping Esther's face, pressing his thumb against one jaw hinge and his fingers against the other. He pressed hard, forcing her lips to open. Her mouth was ovaled perfectly to receive his penis, and he was plainly able to shove his prick in, but he didn't want to do things that way. He had to make Esther understand everything happening. More important, he had to make her realize she was the basic reason why all this was taking place.
"Now ... uhhhhh ... Esther..." he gasped, his voice almost a deadly whisper. "The time has come for you to start sucking on my cock. But I want you to do the sucking. I don't relish the idea of forcing it down your trachea. But right now, at this moment, you have to understand that what I want, I get. In other words, I'm the lord and master, and you're the slave. You will do precisely what I want, do you understand?"
Esther's mouth opened even wider and her chest began heaving as she gasped for breath. There was no choice. Disgusting as it seemed, she had to do it, and all her fears seemed marshaled against her. His hand pulled her hair, twisting, making her open her mouth even more widely as she gasped in pain. There was no doubt this man was starved for sex with someone other than his wife. If she didn't do as he ordered, Esther feared he might lose his self-control and really harm her.
He slid his knees off her forearms and said, "Okay, Esther, grab my cock in your hands very firmly. Hold it, feel it all over, get used to it, then put it in that pretty mouth of yours. Lick it all over with your tongue, then suck it as if it's an all-day lollipop."
Frightened beyond belief, but with a mingled sensation of excitement, Esther lifted her hands, her slender fingers obediently curling around the thick shaft of his thick cock. She gripped it tightly, squeezing, watching as more oil seeped from the tiny slitted hole in the helmeted dome each time she pressed. Her lower lips trembled with anticipation while her eyes continued focusing on the heavy penis.
Opening her mouth just a little bit wider, Esther brought the weighty bole just a little bit lower, pressing the minaret-shaped head between her sucking lips. She pulled on the pointed end, suddenly finding herself ardently sucking. Rick jumped as if a bolt of lightning had blasted through his body. Esther found her lips pressing more tightly around the mushroomed head, feeling it bloat and swell as she heard Rick groan, "Ohhhhh ... Jesus ... oh God ... ohhhhhhhhh . . , huuunnnnnhhhhh..." through tightly clenched teeth.
Seeing the way Esther's lips ovaly clamped around the throbbing head of his pulsating penis was too much for the man. The warmth and wetness of her tightly sucking mouth as it continued swallowing in the massive length of his solid shaft sent shivering pinpricks of delight coursing through his entire nervous system.
Esther was amazed at the multitude of different feelings transmitted through her lips. The cock was stiff and hard, of course. She had known this from having been fucked by her husband and George Freeman. But for the first time she was truly aware of precisely how hard it was, and was amazed that anything without a bone running through its center was able to attain such rigidity. And yet, in spite of its hardness, it had an outer covering of velvety soft skin, feeling like a sleeve. She involuntarily gasped, and this caused her to suck more of the solid penis into her mouth. The vibration of her sighs as her lips clamped even more solidly around the shuddering member drew a delightedly long moan from Rick.
Strange! She wasn't the least bit revolted. Rather than feel like throwing up, she felt a very pleasant aura drifting through her body from the pit of her throat. This wasn't bad, at all. On the contrary, this was fun. It was more wonderful than anything she had previously experienced, save for actual intercourse and cunnilingus. Once more she came to realize a girl didn't need to love a man in order to adore his cock. Far from being a nightmarish ordeal this was a total delight. Esther was enjoying herself much more than she had ever believed she would. Being controlled this way, even by a strange man, made her feel completely secure. Delight charged through her body.
See, her physical self said to her mind, it's good and not the least little bit debasing. And to think my parents kept this hidden from me all these years.
STOP IT, her conscience yelled at her. ESTHER, YOU'VE TURNED INTO A DISGUSTING WHORE. WHY ARE YOU ALLOWING YOURSELF TO BE DEGRADED THIS WAY?
EVEN WHEN FREEMAN FORCED YOU, YOU WERE ABLE TO MAINTAIN A MODICUM OF SELF-RESPECT SIMPLY BECAUSE YOU DIDN'T WILLINGLY ALLOW YOURSELF TO BE USED. YOU OUGHT TO BE ASHAMED OF YOURSELF.
I'm not ashamed of myself. God, but it's fun, lots of fun. And now that I find myself able to do this with so much relish this time, I'm going to do it with Milburn. I'm going to fuck and suck and have my cunt licked whenever possible. From now on, I intend doing whatever is fun for little Esther.
THAT'S WHAT YOU THINK, her conscience replied.
Esther's lips ovaled even more, compressing themselves more tightly around the pipe of flesh between them. Her tongue thrilled to the pressure of the massive male genital depressing the lingual organ solidly into her mouth as the helmeted head moved deeper and deeper, reaching toward her throat. Her swollen cheeks puffed out around the penis, and her lips pulled and sucked. At the same time her tongue lapped against the sensitive underside of the penis repeatedly, feeling where the webbed flesh of his glans joined to his bole. Now her hands were automatically cupping the man's heavy sac of testicles as Milburn had often begged her to do while he was fucking her. She moved the egg-shaped balls up and down in her palm, as if weighing them in the scales of her hands.
"Oh great God!" Rick gasped. "Esther you don't know just how much good you're doing me."
His hands were lightly dancing along the sides of her face, caressing her cheeks and jaws. He softly cradled and supported her head. Esther felt the movement of his fingers in her hair as his palms continued rubbing her cheeks.
To Rick, the sight of this delightfully subservient young saleswoman-all but groveling-her innocent face filled with the thickness of his throbbing cock, sent more licentious emotions blasting through him. His penis shuddered from base to crown and back again as it was bathed by the girl's tongue. Damn! She was fantastic with those large, fawn-like eyes and that virginally innocent mouth of hers.
Esther's fingers continued caressing the wrinkled flesh of his hairy sac as if by instinct, her nails lightly scratching and grazing the underside, thrilling to the enjoyment of his balls as they trembled. The familiar sensation of burning lust was starting to fill her again. It was much like the feeling she had experienced with Freeman as well as with her husband over the weekend, but now it was even stronger. Each time she felt this sensation it was more powerful than the previous time. Her own body was inwardly pleading for satisfaction as her inner needs abruptly came to life with a vengeance. She tasted the thin, oily liquid continually seeping from his penis as it coated the back of her throat. And all the while her hands cradled his balls. Although the oily fluid was tasteless, the liquid had a slippery texture to it, and she rolled the lubricant all over her tongue and all the while her dilated nostrils continued filling themselves with the rich effluvium of his pungently strong, richly masculine aroma.
The young wife tugged her mouth from the length of massively bulging masculine solidity. She saw how his penis shone and glistened with her saliva. Oh Lord! She wanted the full length of it right back in her mouth. She ached to feel the head push into her throat and widen her gullet-opening.
Now she deliberately lifted her head, pushing her anxious mouth forward, once again sucking in the solid tube of hugely swollen flesh. The penile pipe slid into the wetly warm depths of her hungering mouth again, only this time the head pushed a bit deeper into her tight esophagus.
"Oh my God!" Rick gasped.
His thumbs smoothed themselves across her cheeks as he shuddered, still unable to believe all the wonderful sights he was seeing and sensations he was feeling. All the other blowjobs he'd had, in his youth, had been half-hearted sucking attempts by girls who did what they had to do merely to get it over with.
"Huuuunnnggghhhhh! God! God! God! Esther you're fantastic," he gasped. "Don't stop now. For heaven's sake, don't stop now."
Esther, her mouth crammed full of heavy cock and unable to reply, merely nodded a little as her lips and tongue continued massaging his penis.
As far as Rick was concerned, it was fantastic enough to feel the entire length of his meaty penis slide in and out of the woman's mouth, but now her sucking lips were lasciviously pulling on it, sucking it as if it were a peppermint cane. Without realizing what he was doing, Rick had turned Esther into a human succubus.
Esther was enjoying herself to the limit of her feelings. Never, in an entire lifetime would she have imagined herself doing something like this prior to getting into the station wagon. Now, she was not only doing it, but enjoying it. Feeling the gigantically erect phallus throbbing through her mouth, Esther was more and more delirious with enjoyment. Little by little her body was becoming more and more aroused, and she found herself anxiously performing her fellating task with greater and greater gusto. Any mild apprehension she might still have slowly melted and completely disappeared.
Listening to the way Rick was moaning let Esther know just how strong an effect she was having on him. The more pressure she exerted with her lips, the more thrilling enjoyment Rick felt. The more he felt, the louder he moaned. His heavy grunts were sounds of thanks to her, as his hands continued smoothing her cheeks and he pumped longer and harder, thrusting more and more of his meaty length into the deeply heated depths of her clutching pharynx. You're a dollll ... oooooh ... you suck like a leeechhh ... keep on doing it ... suck harder ... harder ... harder..."
Now more than willing to obey, Esther increased the tautening pressure of her lips as her tongue wildly swirled around the enormously pulsating penis. She was taking more and more in now, and it filled her mouth too full. On each in-stroke it probed into the farthest part of her gullet, widening it. Her body relaxed more and more, and because she was now so composed, she found herself able to swallow the entire thick length of it. Her hand filled itself with his testicles, squeezing, pulling, tightening the grip it had on them while her head continued wildly bobbing up and down. Her lips clung so tightly to the heated length of his throbbing cock, they looked like pieces of skin being peeled from the length of his cock. She sucked all the more fervidly on the throbbing penis as her inner temperature continued rising. The lascivious flames lapping through her body were ten times hotter than anything she had previously felt. Tingles were building in her throat as the moving cock touched nerve-endings she'd had no idea existed.
Esther continued writhing nakedly under Rick, feeling her nipples stiffen all the more as they were rubbed by his ass-cheeks. Performing what her conscience called a depraved act made her inner self vibrate with a conscious wanton thrill. Almost involuntarily her lithe loins stretched out as Rick leaned forward and gripped the top of the rear seat, giving him the leverage to pound his hard cock ever deeper, driving the throbbing spike of flesh into the deepest part of her sucking mouth.
Abruptly, Esther tugged her mouth from the hard cock, and with an unexpected shove, tumbled Rick backward. He fell on his back in the rear of the wagon with the lower part of his body farther away from Esther. Without waiting for him to move, Esther leaped up, and with her knees near his head she leaned over the upstanding cock and sucked the entire length into her hungrily anxious mouth. Her lips pulled with all her might, tugging the rigid stem of solid flesh into her mouth and then into her throat. His solid penis jerked and twitched, throbbing inside her oral cavern. Gasping groans poured from the man's throat as she wildly sucked. When she had been in high school she remembered now, she had heard of other girls doing things like this. They had referred to it as giving head.
"Suck it, Esther," Rick gasped out loud. "Eat my hard cock and chew my solid prick. Take it all down your lovely tight throat and keep on sucking until you taste the sweet sap I have to offer you."
Rick's anxious voice poured into Esther's brain. His words prodded her, making her respond more strongly, urging her to continue. Her sucking mouth tasted his sticky masculine tang as her lips pulled solidly on the massive length of his gigantic shaft. The penis rammed so far into her mouth, the solid head was flexing beyond her pharynx.
Esther wondered what had come over her. Her mind was very lucid and sharp as she continued sucking on his penis. She ought to have been ashamed of herself, but she wasn't. She should hit him hard, once, in the balls, then grab her clothes and try to get out of the car. But she didn't do any of these things. She simply kept on sucking.
Am I sick and perverted to enjoy this so much? she wondered.
Rick was reveling in the delight of Esther's hotly working mouth. It had been so long since his throbbing cock had felt itself buried in a woman's mouth he'd almost forgotten the excruciating delightful sensation. Raising himself up on his elbows, he was able to watch the way her lovely lips worked, seeing how they pulled out each time her head come up, then folded in on themselves when her ribboned lips sank to the hairy base of his throbbing cock again. Her nose was pressing into the hedge covering his pelvis. God! She was sucking better than any woman he had ever known. Seeing how she willingly labored over his heavily thick cock was enough to make the coolest man blow his mind. She slaved strongly and diligently over his ready-to-explode cock. Her complete surrender to subservience made all this even more totally enjoyable. The look on Esther's face was one of total rapture. Rick realized Esther was one of those rare females who not only enjoyed her own orgasms, but felt a distinct pleasure bringing a man to the acme of feeling. She was loving every last little bit of it, sucking the entire length and breadth of his cock as if it had been meant for her mouth, and hers alone. Jesus! If this went on much longer without his coming, the top of his skull would blow right off.
Becoming more adventurous, the hungry housewife proceeded to lavish her tongue wetly and warmly all over the man's throbbing penile length. She used her tongue like a paintbrush, lapping up and down, slurping along the topside, then sliding her tongue along the underside. Her lingual digit applied solid pressure each time it lapped at the less sensitive base, then lessened the pressure as it slowly rose to the rim of his spreading corona, the flaring of which made his red penile head look like a majestic crown.
Now her working tongue swirled around and around, stopping only to teasingly play at the longitudinal cord on the underside of his shuddering cock. Her tongue plucked at the cord like a guitar pick at a string, and this action caused Rick to tremble and gasp. His hips slammed upward as his hands tightly clenched themselves in Esther's wing-shaped ebony hair. Esther felt all the muscles in the man's body go taut.
Now her working tongue was lapping all around the turretshaped head. To her mouth the glans felt much more bloated than they had seemed, earlier. The point of her tongue repeatedly drove into the tiny slit in his glans. She felt Rick bounce as he bucked and trembled. He pressed his heels into the floor of the back of the wagon, lifting his buttocks higher to help her mouth work on his pleasure-mad cock while he wildly reached out and finally caught the dangling nipple of her nearer breast. His fingers made Esther gasp, even as she sucked, as he pressed the sensitive nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
Esther's hungry mouth slid straight up and off the weighty stanchion of his cock for a moment as she began kissing and lapping his hair-covered scrotum. Her tongue worked at the wrinkled flesh, twining itself around the rigid base of the cock. The lengthy pillar of his prick beat consistently against her face and forehead. Esther's tongue lavished great gobs of saliva all over the man's sensitively hairy sac. She coated it with her sputum again and again, sweeping her tongue across the tender balls, repeatedly. Rick gasped beneath her, compressing her nipple with so much strength, Esther felt pain.
Her tongue now laved up and down the very thick trunk of his cock, moving from the hair-covered base to the mottled tip, sucking and licking the great stalk as if it were a piece of raw sugar cane. From the smoothness of his rubbery glans she permitted her tongue to lick down along the shuddering underside again, and then she once more ran her oral probe teasingly over his swollen balls. Now the lingual length slid up along the fullness of his pink prick until it once again washed the red head of his heavy penis.
Rick's hips slammed upward again and again as he crammed his pumping length of massively twitching cock into the heatedly tight cavern of the young girl's mouth. Oh Jesus! He was going insane with sensation! All this was sheer rapture. Christ! He was getting closer and closer. How much longer would it be before his throbbing cock finally unleashed the turmoiled flood filling his balls. Christ! He wanted to pump a wad big enough to float a battleship down her tender throat.
Esther's mouth was a sucking vacuum cleaner, pulling and tugging as she compressed her lips even more tightly. The constriction was so powerful, each movement of her head sent spasms of frenzied thrills shooting through Rick's cock, as well as her own shuddering body. Anxiety made up for her lack of expertise.
Esther was unable to get over the wild thrill she felt still mounting ever higher in her throat. Nerve-endings, never before caressed by the sensitively rubbery head of a penis were tingling as her body primed itself, preparing for, of all things, an orgasm. A climax was actually building in her throat. The whole idea was ridiculous, yet her nerve-endings continued twitching with wildly tingling thrills.
"Holy shit!" Rick gasped. "Oh damn, but you have the sweetest mouth this side of heaven."
Her own thighs were stretched to their fullest, opening and closing in their sensual stretching. Esther was aware of the vast amounts of lubricity seeping from her loins, oiling her soaked labia. For the first time since getting into this car she was glad she was undressed. Her panties and pantyhose would be a sodden mess if she were still wearing them. Oh God! Her body was crying out for the orgasm at the end of the sexual rainbow, and right now it was automatically reacting. She continued wildly sucking the lengthy, heated hardness of his pulsating cock, pulling all of it into her hungry mouth. His moving hands were all over her, caressing her face and shoulders, kneading her breasts, stroking her bare arm. His fingers made Esther wriggle with delight, causing her to move her rounded buttocks closer to his shoulder. Tiny little electric Shockwaves coursed through her trembling body with each touch of his fingers. Her full breasts, hanging down like delicious pears, trembled and shuddered as if they had been touched by a cattle prod. She felt a buzzing, tearing, vibrating sensation moving through her tender vagina, causing more fluid to seep down her aching thighs.
"Ohhhhhhh Goddddddddd..." Rick gasped..."ohhhhhh Jee-ee-susss ... ohhhhh . . haaaahhhhhh ... huuuunnnngggghhhh ... almost there ... almost there ... keep suckinnnngggggg ... don't stop ... don't stop ... don't ... uhhhhhh...."
The man was raving, arching his hips up and down with wild precision, slamming her mouth with his achingly tender crotch. His moving hand became strong and brutal as it squeezed her buttocks, all but crushing the tender flesh. Esther knew she would have black and blue marks back there. In clinging to her, Rick was frantically groping for his orgasm. The gasping groans heavily pouring from his mouth disclosed just how much pleasure he was feeling.
Esther continued bobbing her head up and down, moving it ever more swiftly, hoping to make the man apex before he died of his erotic symptoms. She ought to have been angry with him for having forced her into this position, but by now Esther knew force was the only way she would have done this.
A sudden thought froze her mouth in the middle of her fevered action. This man was going to come very shortly. Suppose he actually emptied his penis into her mouth ... what then? Did she have the courage to actually swallow the seed that tasted like the smell of clorox? Suppose she didn't like it? Just how would she be able to cope with it? Her complete lack of experience made her feel very uncertain at this point. The mere idea seemed so obscenely filthy ... to actually swallow the thick, white sperm into her belly. It was unnatural ... wasn't it?
Esther felt her body starting to tremble all over again. Revulsion filled her brain even as the tingling sensations in her throat became stronger and stronger. Her mind saw the gushing cock filling her small mouth with so much semen, the overflow would drip down her chin and throat onto the carpeting of the car.
"Hey ... come on...." Rick gasped. "For the luwa God ... you can't stop now ... finish ... for God's sake ... finish ... come on, Esther ... suck ... suck hard ... make me shoot ... oh God ... suck my cock you sweet bitch...."
Rick's fingers were cutting into the tender flesh of her buttocks, squeezing them, tugging them, yanking one apart from the other, leaving a series of large welts and bruises. His other hand was reaching between his thighs, pressing on both her cheeks with his fingers as if trying to compress her mouth all the more tightly around his pulsating cock.
The used-car dealer's prodding snapped Esther out of the funk into which she had elapsed. She once again tightened her lips and proceeded to bob her head frenetically.
"Ohhhhhhhh ... yeeeeaaaahhhhh ... that's the way to do it, honey. Keep sucking ittttt ... suck ... suck ... suck ... I'm almost there ... just a little morrrrrre...."
The sight of Esther's renewed efforts, salaciously tugging with her full lips, contorting them around his throbbing penis set the man's pre-climactic mechanism into motion. His loins began wildly churning, moving faster and faster. He rammed his hips all the more solidly against the young woman's lovely face, thrusting his lengthy hardness ever deeper into the crushing depths of her throat.
Esther sucked with all her strength, surrounding the man's cock with the heatedly wet sanctuary of oral bliss, enjoying the heavy pressure of his glans in her soft throat. Her own orgasm mounted higher and higher. She wondered if it was actually possible for her to attain an orgasm merely by sucking a penis. Was this something all females felt, or was she the only woman capable of enjoying so unique a sensation?
Esther's face continued twisting and contorting. Her heated tongue licked straight up, then lapped down, then moved around, while her lips pulled and sucked the huge length of the blunted penis.
Rick felt a seething cauldron bubbling in his testicles. He rammed his cock all the more violently into the woman's mouth, gasping as he slammed the meat into her throat.
Esther became aware of his distorted shuddering gasps as his body convulsively lurched, and he spasmed. She heard the short, ragged gasps of his stertorous breathing matching her own. She was forced to breathe through her nostrils as she sensed a heatedly flooding wave of semen pouring into the narrow tube in the underside of Rick's phallus. And then, without warning, the blazing fluid was suddenly scorching her tonsils. An overbearing wave of heated sperm poured out in a never-ending torrent, sliding straight down her throat, falling into her belly before she was even aware of the taste.
"OHHHHHHH ... EEEYYYAAAGGGGGGHH-- ... GGGGGGAAAAAAGGGGGGGGHHHH-HH ... AAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGHHHHH ... AAAAANNNNNGGGGGHHHHHH..." the man kept on shouting and screaming.
Esther, though expecting the sudden hosing, had no idea just how it would feel against her gullet. When the first shots of his fiery molten seed slammed into the back of her throat, she was all set to tug her head away had not Rick's hand, pressing on her skull and forced her to stay in place. It was just as well that he did keep her mouth locked around the base of his cock, because the vibrating of his cock-head massaged her inner nerve-endings, rubbing her throat, creating the orgasm in her body.
"UUUUUGGGGGLLLLLUUUUUMPHH ... UUUUUUTTTTTTHHHHHHH . . , GGGGGUUUUUUUURRRRRGGGGGHHHH ... A A A A A A C C C C C C K K K KKK ... GGGGAAAAGGGGHHHH..." she gasped, struggling to keep the semen from spilling over into her larynx. She swallowed more and more quickly, her heated throat working furiously to keep pace with the jetting blasts shooting against the back of her throat. His hand continued pressing on the back of her head, forcing her mouth lower and lower as the head of his cock seemed to ram right through her esophagus. The flood continued pouring out, and Esther sucked as hard as she was able, gulping all the heated semen into her belly, feeling it warmly pool down there.
A new sensation overtook her. It was the feeling of pride, because she realized she had swallowed everything Rick had to offer. And each swallow of his semen set off another orgasm in her trembling body.
Eventually there just wasn't any more, and Rick's cock was as limp as a cooked noodle. Esther finally lifted her mouth from the man's groin.
"You're all right, kid," Rick said to Esther as she slid into the back seat and quickly dressed. He dressed himself in the rear, then joined her.
"She good?" Stan called from the driver's seat.
"Like nothing you've ever had," Rick told him.
The car pulled up in front of an Italian restaurant which was only a few blocks from the used car building. Stan had been driving around in circles the entire time.
"Next time, you drive," Stan told Rick.
The two men fed Esther, and afterward they gave her the order they promised. Not only that, but Rick recommended two friends who needed brushes and brooms all the time. Esther took down their names and addresses, deciding to check them out in advance. Rick might be the kind of nice guy who wanted to share a good thing with his friends, and Esther had no intention of being continually abused.
Her conscience was coming on strong, now. She was already feeling terrible about what she had done with Rick. The taste of his sperm was heavy on her tongue, even after having eaten the spicy Italian food. She wondered how much longer this would go on before her guilt was written all over her face for her husband to see.
When she left the two men, Esther canvassed another neighborhood, and managed to get two more orders. She was so aggravated by what had happened to her, she buried herself in her work, and by the end of two weeks had made nearly twelve-hundred dollars in sales. Yes, she'd pay Freeman back.
CHAPTER FOUR
"I called you in on Thursday rather than Friday for two reasons," George Freeman told Esther." To begin with, I notice your sales have picked up dramatically. Your two-week commission check just about covers half the loss."
"I know," Esther nodded, sitting in the seat across the desk, smoothing out her mint-green skirt. "You see, I'm giving it all to you. And now that I've repaid much of what I borrowed, I think the interest on my debt is cancelled as well as that part of the principal."
"Not quite true," Freeman told her, smiling.
"There's no way you can force me to do anything anymore," Esther insisted.
"Force you? Why I wouldn't dream of forcing you," Freeman replied, reaching forward on the desk and turning on his dictating machine. "Did I neglect to mention that I left this machine running the last time you were in the office?"
Esther listened in horror, hearing her own voice admit to having used company funds to purchase her coat. Panic gripped her intestines as she feared Freeman might order her to strip on the spot.
"I have about forty feet of tape with your voice on it admitting you took Mueller Brush funds," Freeman told her. "I'll give you the reel with all the tape once I feel you've finished paying the interest."
"And I suppose you want some of it now?" she asked, miserably.
"Unfortunately, today is going to be a busy day," he told her, and she began breathing a little easier. "The second reason I called you in was to let you know, the convention starts tomorrow. You are entitled to two tickets," he said, handing her the airplane tickets as well as the hotel reservation. "This year it's at the Queen's Palace, in the Bahamas. If you can pry your husband away from his electronics store tomorrow and Saturday, you ought to have a very restful weekend."
"I suppose you'll be there?" she asked, taking the tickets.
"With my wife," Freeman nodded. "This is Mueller Brush's way of thanking you and all its really good salespeople. I think you'll find the Queen's palace very enjoyable. There'll only be two meetings. The rest of the days will be yours to do with as you will."
Esther left the office, feeling relieved that she didn't have to surrender her body to Freeman again, but she knew her respite was only temporary. Inwardly, her body felt disappointed. She had to admit, even though she was able to tighten her vaginal muscles to get the full effect of her husband's cock, Milburn was still not quite as good as her employer.
Going home, Esther called Milburn and told him about the convention. He told her it would be good for both of them to get away for a while.
Esther did all the packing, and the following morning, along with a contingent from her office, Esther and her husband boarded a plane for the Bahamas. The flight was uneventful, and as soon as they arrived they were taken to their hotel where she and Milburn relaxed in their rooms.
CHAPTER FIVE
That evening, all members of the Mueller Brush convention assembled in the main dining room of the hotel. Esther and Milburn were seated at a table with Ike Samuelson and his wife. Milburn, who had been working hard, decided to relax by dropping one bourbon-on-the-rocks down his gullet after another, and in almost no time he was flying.
After the dinner, Milburn went to the cocktail lounge while Esther and the other members of the company assembled in a large meeting room. Awards were handed out. Esther received the award for best salesperson in the entire eastern area. Ike Samuelson received an award as manager of the best agency in the east. And a man by the name of Harry Adams was named top district manager in the east. He attributed most of his success to Freeman's agency, which, in turn, attributed most of its success to Esther. The woman realized she was responsible for all three awards being handed out.
When the awards ceremony was over, Harry Adams invited everyone to his room for a drink, and somehow Esther found herself being guided there by George Freeman. She noticed Adams a balding, olive-skinned man with a pointy nose and deep-set eyes, had not brought his own wife along.
For the next half-hour everyone drank and talked, and then, one by one, the people began filing out of Adams's room until Esther was there alone with Freeman and Adams.
"George's told me a lot about you," Adams said, his voice mellifluously pleasant. "I think you can have a brilliant future with our company."
"I don't know how much longer I'll be with the company," Esther told him.
"Oh, we want you very much," Adams insisted. "We want you to start a class and teach your sales technique to other up-and-coming salespeople. In fact, we're thinking of letting you take over George's agency as manager."
"I ... don't ... know..." Esther told him.
"Ah," Adams told her, shutting the door to his room with the three of them still inside, "but I do know. George has apprised me of the fact that you might want to leave Mueller. He's also told me why."
"Did he mention that I repaid half, so far?" Esther asked.
"Of course," Adams nodded, "which is why we want to give you the managerial position in the first place."
"I don't think so," Esther said, looking at the door.
"Look, Esther, face it. I heard the tape George made. I also know about the interest George is exacting from you. And as the chief district representative I think it only fair some of this interest be paid to me, as well."
Esther gasped in disbelief, unable to believe what she was hearing. "Are you hinting that you want to become sexually involved with me?"
"Hinting? No! I'm stating it as a definite fact. Now you aren't a stupid woman. You merely cooperate with George and myself and once you're a manager I'll personally see to it the tape is destroyed."
The words George and myself stayed with Esther, its importance sledge-hammering her with its pregnant meaning.
"You said Mr. Freeman and yourself," she pointed out. You must be mistaken. I mean, surely you don't expect me to ... with both of you at the same time...."
"That's exactly right, Esther," Freeman grunted, puffing on a cigarette. He had said almost nothing since bringing her to Adam's room. But the gleam in his eye let her know he was not only as serious as the district representative, but he was hungry for her, right now. He affirmed her worst fears by saying, "The two of us are going to give you a little jazzing, right now. As a matter-of-fact we're going to fuck you so solidly, your legs might just fall off."
"You're crazy, both of you. You have to be crazy. I won't do it. I just won't do it."
"You just don't have any choice in the matter," Adams insisted. "If you don't do as we wish, we'll just have to play the tape for your husband ... including the part where you verbally beg Mr. Freeman to fuck you."
"No!" Esther shouted.
Once again she was trapped, a helpless animal caught in the steel-toothed jaws of a trap. She was struggling to free herself, but the more she struggled, the more strongly the trap gripped her. No matter how many times she tried getting out of this, she was being buried deeper and deeper. Soon there would be no escape whatsoever. But what choice did she have? She would have to do exactly what they demanded. But the thought of both together ... uugggghhhhhh!
"She'll do it," Freeman said to Adams.
"Will you?" Adams asked her.
"Y-Yes," Esther nodded. "Wh-what choice do I have ... oh God!" she wailed, feeling all her inner resistance being drained from her body.
"It's a good thing I didn't bring the wife along,"
Adams laughed. "Otherwise we might have to rent another room ... at company expense of course."
The two men heartily laughed. But Esther found nothing funny about her situation. She was crying her heart out, knowing by now that as long as she worked for the Mueller Brush Company one of her superiors would always find a reason to make her surrender her body.
"Well," Adams laughed, pulling back the covers on his huge double bed, "I think it's time we got started."
Here? And now? Oh God! She had a notion they might wait until they all returned to the States. Was there no bottom to the depravity of these men?
Numbly she remained sitting on the sofa, tears coursing down her cheeks. She had no idea just how it was possible for her to have sexual congress with two men at the same time.
"Come on," Freeman said, smiling at her. "Cheer up. What you need is a drink or two to get you going. Hell! A couple of good belts and you'll be ready for anything."
"No!" she insisted. "Absolutely not! I don't want to be half-crocked. This time I want to feel every rotten thing that happens to me."
"Suit yourself," Freeman told her.
He sat down beside her, sipping at a drink as he leaned against the back of the sofa. His huge paw reached out and covered her knee, making her wish she hadn't worn the latest chic mini-dress.
"Hey," Adams said to Freeman. "You already had a full measure of her the last time. Now it's my turn to enjoy her."
Freeman rose from the sofa as Adams sat beside her. Esther decided there wasn't a good-looking feature on the man's face, but he radiated a sexual magnetism, an intense masculinity that seemed to ooze from his pores. Though he was a much quieter man than Freeman, he was more commanding. And as a result, before he so much as touched her, she felt an unexplained shuddering thrill, definitely sexual, that ran with searing fingers up and down her spine. And when his hand put itself on the knee Samuelson had touched, she jumped as if she had been touched with electricity. His exploring hand slowly inched its way higher along the silky warmth of her pliant flesh as he caressed her inner thigh. Timidly, she looked up at him. Definitely nothing in the looks department. In fact, he was almost ugly. And yet ... for some unexplained reason, the tiny glow of arousal in the pit of her stomach was slowly enlarging, growing, swelling with each passing moment.
Freeman had flopped into a chair across from her, still sipping from a glass that never seemed to empty. Abruptly, he put the glass to his lips and tossed down the remainder of the drink. Then he put the glass down on the table in front of him, got to his feet, and moved to sit next to her on her other side.
"All right," he said in his gravelly voice. "Let's get something going, already." The liquor made him very impatient. Reaching behind Esther, he fumbled with the zipper at the back of her dress. In a moment, he had zipped it all the way down, listening to the whisper of finality it made as it went.
Esther was looking down at her feet again, as if ashamed to hold her head up. From the corner of her eye she saw the huge bulge in Freeman's pants and remembered the immense size of his throbbing penis. The way it pulsed inside his pants was a graphic-enough vision of precisely what was going to happen to her in a short while.
When he tried peeling her dress off her shoulder, Esther crossed her arms in front of her, resisting for a brief instant. Then he tugged the dress forward, sliding it off her arms.
"Please..." she whimpered, crossing her bare arms in front of her mini-brassiere. It was doing the job she had bought it for ... namely the pushing up of her breasts to make them look even larger and rounder, though in Esther's case it really wasn't necessary.
"Come on," Freeman whispered to her. "It's no fun fucking when you have your clothes on." He took the cigarette from between his lips and crushed it out in a nearby ashtray. Then he turned to her and roughly began yanking her dress down over her hips, pulling until he had it off.
Now his hands moved up again, the fingers working on the fastenings of her brassiere. A quick movement on her other side made Esther turn her head. Adams was getting to his feet. For a moment she thought he might have changed his mind, but saw he was standing simply to remove his tie and jacket. And she was unable to help noticing the huge, telltale bulge pushing against the crotch of his pants. Her brassiere was off now, and though she tried to hide her breasts with her arms, their fullness was all too evident.
"Come on, come on," Freeman said to her, speaking in a firm tone of voice. "It isn't as I haven't seen those beauties before."
And he slowly peeled her hiding arms away from her breasts ... and before she was prepared for the movement, his hot mouth came wetly down to instantly capture the tan bud of one of her two slowly hardening chocolate nipples. He sucked it hungrily between his lips, nibbling softly with his teeth, his working tongue lapping at the tremendously sensitive peak of flesh. His hand moved to the twin of the one in his mouth, caressingly massaging and rolling the instantly solid nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
Uninvited flames of licentiousness spiraled up through her tender body as she felt rapturous sensations madly race through her. Her body was responding, and she didn't want that to happen. She was constantly repeating to herself, They can do what they want to me, but they won't make me respond. I refuse to react, refuse. No!
"Would the two of you mind standing up for a moment?" Harry Adams asked.
Esther rose to her feet with Freeman, and the man folded her into his arms, his hands moving deftly to push her half-slip down over her smoothly flaring hips, letting it fall at her feet. Then he was pressing her tightly against him, kissing her mouth as his hands reached down and filled themselves with the round shapes of her buttocks, feeling them through her nylon pantyhose and panties. Samuelson tugged her against the hotly pulsing bulge of his throbbingly erect cock. His bone-stiff male flesh felt like fire against the tender softness of her fearfully cringing abdomen.
Esther merely stood there, neither helping nor hindering, feeling revulsion at the way these men were using her. Unfortunately, there was no way of getting out of this, just as there had been no escape with Freeman the first time. Her firmly rounded, youthful body slumped against Samuelson with abysmal dejection. The man tilted her face up to his, and then his mouth came crashing down on her lips, kissing her hard and long, his sinuous tongue probing and worming, snake-like, between her lips and teeth. Esther didn't resist him. She merely stood there, completely limp and helpless, letting him have his way, feeling physical thrills she didn't want to feel as his anxious hands ran up and down her back, caressing the full roundness of her gluteal protuberances through the covering of the nylon panties and hose. She remained unmoving, unresisting, trying to force her mind and body to blankness, pretending none of this was really happening to her, insisting to herself she was unable to feel anything.
There was a rustle and she opened her eyes to see Harry Adams completely free of his clothing, resting on top of the bed. He smiled at her while talking to Freeman, saying, "Get the rest of her things off, George. I think it's time for the both of us to enjoy the sight of this lovely lady completely naked."
Freeman stopped his oral attentions to her for the moment, hooking his thumbs into the waistbands of her pantyhose and panties, together. With a slow, calculating deliberateness he tugged them down over her nakedly exposed buttocks, feeling them quiver as he exposed them to his superior's hungrily staring eyes. Aarons took in the thrilling shape of her rounded moons and sighed, admitting to himself that Samuelson had really latched onto a prize. Now the sales manager knelt before Esther, and he continued slowly rolling the garments down over the smoothly tapered columns of her flesh. When he'd finished helping her step out of them, he got to his feet, then turned around to face Aarons.
Esther's astonished gasp of dismay came bubbling out of her as she stared at Adams. She had expected to see him lying naked on the bed, but she was unprepared for the way he was propped up on the bed's two pillows, his slender, almost reed-like body lightly covered from neck to groin with sparse hair that was already turning gray. He looked like an undernourished grizzly. The hairiness of his body contrasted very sharply with the shininess of his clean-shaven face and glittering bald head. But what really grabbed her attention was the massive penis standing out from between his skinny thighs. It lanced out from the tangle of pubic hair like a horizontal Redwood tree, looking longer and thicker than the mast attached to Ike Samuelson. Good God! It was so huge, Esther decided she would rather have them play the tape for her husband than take him on. Even Milburn's divorcing her was better than being torn open by something as long and as thick as the weighty spar attached to Harry Adams. Wild stallions would have envied him the thickness and length of his unbelievably huge cock.
"There," Freeman said with his gravelly voice. "Don't say I didn't warn you ... isn't she really something else? I mean, how often in a lifetime do you come across a woman this perfect?"
"Hmmmm ... yes, yes," Adams nodded. "She's everything you say ... at least from a visual standpoint." He was speaking with soft, sibilant tones as his eyes ran up and down her body, drinking in the beauty of her nakedness. Complete lust made his eyes glitter. He followed her staring eyes to the lancing length of his completely erect penis.
"Tell me, Esther," he asked, "does the size of my penis impress you or worry you?" And he gently reached down, gripping the shaft, lightly caressing it. "Or is it possible it does both?"
There it was, that masculine ego again. But Adams had a right to be proud of his monstrous staff. It looked to be one-and-a-half times as long as the average masculine penis, and it seemed nearly twice as thick.
Esther turned her face away, feeling ashamed of herself for having stared. It was simply that the organ had really been impressive. "N-No," she stammered, "I just c-c-couldn't help I-looking...."
"Well then, I'll take it as a compliment. You were, in essence, admiring it...."
"N-No, no, it's just that it's so ... I mean ... well ... it's so ... Oh God!" she gasped.
"So big?" Adams finished for her. "Yes, well that's the curse of my family. All males are born with extra-long, extra-thick penises. It means we have to have custom-made pants. You must be worrying whether or not I can fit this penis into you. I mean, from what I can see, the entrance to your pussy is small and tight."
Esther stood there dumbfounded, not knowing what to reply until he smiled at her and told her, "Have no fear. I've never damaged a woman, yet." And patting the bed beside him, he said, "Come over here, lie down beside me. Who knows, perhaps you'll come to like me."
Esther hesitated for a moment. She was finally nudged forward by George Freeman. Reluctantly she walked over to the large bed and uneasily sat down on the edge of it, still staring at the monster between Harry Adams's thighs. Adams raised himself up on an elbow, pulled the woman toward him, then wrapped both arms around her lushly naked body, causing her to lie beside him. Esther lay back, trembling with fear and despair, fright and humiliation filling her as he pressed his horizontal body against hers. He continued embracing her, his slender, hairy body pressed solidly against her own, his rampantly erect penis trapped between his abdomen and her lightly shivering thigh. Esther felt the overpowering waves of pulsating heat emanating from it as the member involuntarily lurched, letting her know just what it was looking forward to. The young wife simply lay there, quivering in the man's hairy embrace. She had the strangely suffocating sensation of being hugged by some kind of Neanderthal man, slender as he was. She wondered whether or not Harry Adams might not be a throwback to some kind of primordial age. She trembled in the tight circle of his arms, paralyzed with terror.
"You know," Adams was murmuring in his softly tender voice, sounding almost seductive in its tone. "I can probably repeat what you're thinking of me at this moment. You think I'm some kind of evil, cruel, sadistic man who wants to take advantage of any and all beautiful women. But the truth of the matter is, I'm not cruel, I'm not sadistic, and believe me I'm not really an overpowering ogre. I'm merely a man, like all other men. who desires as many beautiful women in his lifetime as possible. I can promise you no woman has ever left my bed unhappy. And before you leave here, you'll not only be content, but you'll be begging me for more. Please believe me, I wouldn't lie to you."
"B-But you're making me do this..." she insisted.
"True, but any woman looking at my penis is terribly afraid, the first time. Look at the way you reacted. But once they've enjoyed the pleasures I offer, almost all of them return willingly. I promise you that after tonight, if you have no desire to come back to me, I won't force you."
He's crazy, Esther thought. Talk about a male ego, just listen to the way he's bragging. "I won't be back," she said aloud.
All the time they had been talking, Harry Adams's hands had been running exploringly over Esther's trembling body. She noted they were not cruel hands at all, but they were certainly knowing hands. That strengthening tingle of undeniable desire was growing rapidly inside her ... the same tingle she'd first felt when George Freeman had touched her. Yes, this was a special man, all right, even if he knew it. Far from handsome, he still exuded sex in a mystic way no man before him had been able to do. He had a sort of overpoweringly masculine confidence that eventually dominated a female, completely. Somehow, in the back of her turmoiled and troubled mind, she knew the promise she had made to herself not to feel anything ... not becoming aroused ... of refusing to enjoy what was going to happen to her ... was a promise she would not be able to keep. His charisma was already dominating her whether she wanted it to, or not.
Freeman lay down on the other side of her. Esther felt the warmth of his naked body ... he had taken the time to strip ... pressing against her own flesh. Below, the heatedly hard length of his pulsating penis was prodding her other thigh.
Now, for the first time, Harry Adams kissed her. His thinly sensuous lips pressed softly against her own, rousing her to feel new and different tingling sensations as his tongue seeped into the depths of her mouth, reaching for her throat. One of his gentle hands almost totally encompassed the soft melon of one of her roundly swollen breasts. As he caressed the pulsating mound, Esther felt her fear starting to disappear as it was replaced by her mounting desire. Completely against her insistent will she discovered she was enjoying this hairy slender man right from the start, thrilling to the way he ran his hands over her. His movements made her mewl with delight as thrilling feelings of arousal she had passionately not wanted began filling her interior self.
On the other side of her, George Freeman was now using his mouth on her other breast, making it softly pulsate as he sucked her solidly upstanding nipple. She gasped aloud, writhing. The heated, sucking pressure of Freeman's lips on her sensitively hardened nipple made Esther writhe and squirm. Her body jerked as she felt one of his hands slide softly, caressingly down across the softly flat, tanned plane of her navel-dimpled belly. In a matter of seconds his continually moving, warmly searching fingers were pressing gently against her midnight, hair-covered pelvic mound, forcing her pillarly thighs to part.
Not wanting to obey the signals of his hand, but completely unable to control her wantonly aroused muscles, or so it seemed, Esther involuntarily parted her tightly clenched columns to the probing of his insistent hand. Almost immediately, his outstretched middle finger sought, found, and delved into the tender, fleshy slit of her palpitatingly wet vagina. He instantly found the tiny little shaft of her already erect clitoris. Esther gasped, recoiling when his finger touched her, there. Her hips jerked back and down into the mattress as if lightning had come through the window and had hit her directly on the little nodule of sensitivity. His moving fingertip brought a soft moan from deep inside her chest. Then, as his finger continued rubbing the hardened little bud, stroking it again and again almost as if it were a phallus, her nakedly moving hips began to wildly churn, pressing her clitoris sensually against the manual digit. Oh God! Why did it have to feel so good every time Samuelson touched her? She was helpless, totally unable to resist. Her mind spun insanely, and by now she was certain there was something wrong with her mental makeup. She must be totally depraved. She wasn't a nymphomaniac. She'd read somewhere once, that a nymphomaniac is always searching for satisfaction ... never finding it. That was one problem ... thank God ... she didn't have. She was satisfied too easily. She'd had absolutely nothing to drink, nor had she seen anything visually stimulating to arouse her before being left alone with these two men, yet here she was, as naked as they, on a bed with the pair of them ... against her will ... yet responding vividly to whatever it was they were doing ... inwardly wanting them to continue playing with her body as though it were some kind of delicate musical instrument in need of fine-tuning. Once again she had forgotten her marriage vows, no longer thinking of Milburn and her promise to try and remain faithful to him. At the moment there was only physical sensation ... the sensation pulsating below her pubic hair. And now she felt Samuelson's mouth, which had been sucking on her nipple, slowly move lower, reaching the area touched by his fingers. And she jerked, letting him know she was responding to him.
Oh great God! she thought, feeling a flooding shame of licentious anticipation, knowing what the man intended doing next. She was familiar enough with his technique to know what was coming. But even knowing didn't stop her from obeying. She was the captive of these two men, completely unable to help herself. She remembered how wonderful it had felt the last time Samuelson's mouth and tongue had worked on her vagina, and liquid began spurting from between her thighs as she anticipated what was going to happen. She trembled, anticipating, waiting, yes ... looking forward to that wonderful moment of shocking contact.
Now Freeman's open mouth was directly above the richly soft black curls sparsely covering her pubic mound. His hands moved a little lower to spread her slender thighs with a gentle firmness. Involuntarily she moaned, her sigh seeping into the mouth of Harry Adams who was still kissing her. Her sigh caused the man to raise his head, breaking the passionate kiss. He slid his lips down to the breast Freeman had not kissed, and he started using his own mouth. She felt him take the throbbing nipple, sucking the erect pellet, as well as the aureola between his lips. He used his teeth, nibbling slightly, and she winced because he was causing some slight pain ... but it was a pain suffused with joy. Sensual delight filled her moving body.
Below, Freeman had tugged her lush thighs apart, and now he pulled her knees up, his moving hands sliding along the gently warm softness of her quiveringly inner smoothness, teasing the tapered thighs again and again. Then his fingers once again arrived at either side of her lightly hair-framed vaginal slash. It was rich and pink and oozing with oily juices. Samuelson used his thumbs with very deliberate slowness to tug apart the hotly dewy petals of her vibrantly throbbing vaginal opening. Esther found herself lying there, holding her breath in expectant anticipation, while at the same time the most wonderful sensations surged through her sensually tingling breasts.
Adams, who was still sucking her entire breast into his mouth by now, was maintaining a constant pulling pressure while causing the elongated mammary itself to slide in and out between his lips, rapidly. To Esther it was a breathtaking feeling. Without realizing what she was doing, Esther reached up to her ripely straining pap, cupping it and holding it out as an offering for Adams to continue his oral caresses. Her other hand unthinkingly reached up and touched the craggy features of the man's face. Perhaps Harry Adams was no longer young, but there was no question as to his sexuality. He might have presented himself as being not-too-handsome, but he was overpowering in his erotic abilities.
Esther was becoming impatient, waiting for Freeman's mouth to follow the path of his fingers. His lips were alternately kissing and nipping at the chocolate tan of her smooth inner thighs, the pressure of his mouth burning into her as he moved ever closer to the nakedly wide curtains of her heatedly throbbing vaginal opening. His hands held the flesh draperies apart, giving him an unimpaired view of the flesh his mouth had once all but swallowed.
Oh God! Esther thought. What's taking that man so damn long to do it?
And then licentious delight abruptly stabbed into her. His mouth was there, at last, hotly moist, making erotic electrical contact with the richly pink flesh of her searingly needful feminine well. He lashed out with his tongue, sinking it deep into the succulent opening of her narrow vagina, and Esther screeched aloud with rapture and relief. Her long wait was finally over. Her hips ground strongly into the mattress as her entire body wriggled, underscoring her wanton need for what his mouth was doing to her. It was good, really good. She loved it. She felt all wet and warm between her aching thighs, thrilling to the wonderful feeling of Samuelson's tongue once again moving in swiftly turning circles just inside the coral-pinkness of her vagina's widespread vulva. Now one mouth was working on her breast while the other fed at her cunt, and the sensation was driving her totally wild. If they kept this up, her brain would burn up and the smoke would curl out of her ears. like a swivel hung on oiled hinges her pretty head began whipping from side to side, mussing her new hairdo. She had forsaken the winged look and had her hair upswept to one side.
And then George Freeman's long, agile tongue slid out of her swirling depths and moved up to lick the tender bud of her shuddering clitoris. What was harder became harder, what was wet became wetter. He lapped without letup, showing Esther no mercy whatsoever. He licked and sucked and pulled at the tremblingly sensate and vibrantly pulsing extension, concentrating the tip of his tongue and the pressure of his lips on the extreme tip of it, knowing it was only a matter of minutes before this woman would be ready for a solid fucking. Hell! he gloated. This cunt really has one short fuse, and goddamn I'm the one responsible for shortening it.
Freeman took a deep breath, deeply inhaling the naturally heady perfume of her inner femininity. His tongue slapped her vibrating clitoris repeatedly as he lost himself in the wetly hungry feeding at the succulent trough of her tasty and delectable vagina. He, himself, was already highly aroused, feeling a painfully aching need in his sperm-roiling testicles. Though Adams, his superior ought to have gone first, he knew he'd shoot his sperm into the air if he didn't bury his cock in her, shortly. True, there had been no conversation between Aarons and himself as to which of them would do what to the girl once they got her into bed. He'd just have to play the whole thing by ear. By ear? Hell, no! By cock!
Esther found the sensations traveling through her body were too overpowering. Freeman's salaciously teasing tongue licking at her inflamed vagina, mingled with the way Adams was erotically sucking her breast brought the inner feelings in her body to full arousal. She had to have it all ... more ... more ... and even more. Digging her heels into the mattress, she slammed her hips high, ramming her vagina into Freeman's face, feeling her hotly insistent vaginal lips attempt to clamp the man's mouth and tongue between them. Her inner fluids came bubbling out to smear themselves against the man's lips as she cried out, "God! Fuck me, already! Do it! Yes, yes, stick a cock inside me and fuck me!"
Withdrawing his hungrily gobbling lips from the seething entrance to her wetly heated pussy, Samuelson took a deep breath, then teased her, saying, "Let's not play games, Esther. Say it all the correct way the first time and save yourself a lot of aggravation. You know how to ask for it."
Yes, Esther remembered. One thing she would never forget was the oratory he had made her learn. God! The words did arouse her, all right. She had already said some of them without being bidden. Words were mere words. They meant nothing at this point. She would have said anything to anyone to have the satisfaction her aching body craved.
"Damn you, you cunt-lapping bastard," she snapped. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! I want you to fuck your fat cock into my narrow cunt, and fuck me as hard as you possibly are able. I want the two of you to fuck me and keep on fucking me."
She still had no idea how the two of them were going to fuck her. All she really knew was, she had to have at least one lengthily hard penis buried in the tightly teeming depths of her squeezing young cunt.
"All right, Esther, we aren't cruel men. If you want to be fucked, that is precisely what we'll do to you." It was Harry Adams speaking. "George, since you fucked her before, I think it only fair I go first."
A sense of disappointment swept over Esther's body when she felt their mouths removed from her, momentarily. The two men shifted around, changing places. Their nakedly masculine bodies swept by her on either side. Samuelson wasted no time in bringing his face up to hers, pressing his mouth to her lips and passionately kissing her, his long and sinuous tongue sliding easily against her own tongue, teasing her palate, as well. What made it all the more arousing was the taste of her own pungent vaginal juices still in his mouth. He used his tongue to smear the lubricant through her mouth and on her lips and tongue. At the same time his fingers massagingly caressed the fullness of her two soft globes, causing her passion-swollen breasts to enlarge even more. Below, Esther was aware Adams was using two of his slender fingers to widen her depths, thrusting them farther and farther into the narrow tightness of her inner grotto, trying to widen her frantically aroused vaginal fount.
Oh God! she thought, that feels good.
But she wanted more than fingers in the seething depths of her wantonly aching cunt. She wanted a solidly hot, consistently pulsating penis. Why are they playing games with me? she wanted to know. Why don't they start fucking me? And that was when she remembered the gigantic immensity of Harry Aarons' cock. It was immense, like the pole outside a barber shop. God!! ! There was no way on earth her narrow little vaginal vestibule would be able to swallow up a cock of such magnitude.
"Stay calm," Harry Adams told her, anticipating her. "I'm stretching your vagina a little at a time. I promise you, you'll be able to take the full length of my cock without anything bad happening inside you."
There was an abrupt stabbing pain against the suddenly tightened and tensed vaginal opening between her thighs. Esther felt inner tissues of tenderness being stretched outward and enlarged. "Uuuuhhhhh ... that hurts a little," she gasped, pulling her mouth away from Freeman's.
"Take my word for it," Adams insisted. "You'll be more than happy I took the time to do this." He was smiling up at her terror-creased face. "I already have three fingers inside you ... uh huh ... and I think you're ready ... now! But to make it a little easier for you, I'll penetrate from a different angle. Turn over and get up on your knees with that lovely little round ass of yours sticking up in the air. We'll do it dog-style."
Freeman moved to the side and Esther, anxious for relief though still fearful of the size of Aarons' cock, turned over and got up on her knees, raising her pretty buttocks. She leaned forward, putting her weight on her elbows, letting her head hang down so she was able to see back between the dangling balloons of her breasts. She saw Harry Adams heaving his slender form behind hers as he rested on his own knees, his hands reaching out to rest on the curvaceous loveliness of her twin-mooned ass-cheeks. She had another glimpse of his thickly long penis stabbing ragingly out from the hairy bush covering his pelvis. Its rigid tan shaft seemed to throb and pulsate menacingly, the plum-like head flexing with throbbing blood. The entire penis was shiny, coated with drops of the liquid seeping from the little slit in the tip. It looked like one long shaft of smooth velvet.
Adams moved forward, pressing the rigid point of his bloated wand against the heated groove of her cunt ... the cunt that both, craved and feared his cock. The cringing little pink groove seemed to suck in when he pressed the helmeted point against it. Esther felt how warmly it pulsated against the flowering lips as they spread as wide as possible. He pushed a little and she felt her inner lips stretch and surround the massive shaft. The pressure was intense. She felt her labia really tugged.
My God! she thought. This time I'll really be split in two like an overripe piece of fruit.
"Oh, please," she cried out. "You're too big. I can feel it. I know it. Don't do it, please!"
"Stop worrying," Adams said in his vibrantly soft, reassuring voice. "You'll be able to take me with ease. The head is already between your inner lips. Now reach back, grab it, and position it against your hole, so when I thrust, I go in."
Though Adams spoke with a soft voice, the command in it was unmistakable. He was definitely a man of authority. With a trembling hand the woman reached below and back between her frantically shuddering thighs, grabbing the thickly heated shaft. No matter how she tried, she found her fingers were unable to completely go around it. For the first time she was as able to feel exactly how thick the massive pike really was. It throbbed vibrantly as she clutched it, radiating more heat than ever. Its thickness scared her so, she hesitated.
"Go on," Adams urged. "Don't stop now. Just press the head of my cock into the opening of your tight little cunt. I'll do the rest."
Adams softly caressed her two ass-cheeks with his palms. He was not as brutal a person as Samuelson, even if he was more dominating. His caresses urged her to prop the point of his trembling penis against the tiny orifice of her vagina. Aarons wasted no time, shoving his hips forward, hard and fast. The bulbously swollen head of his massively enlarged penis was jammed unmercifully into the tight depths of her heatedly wet, vibrating vaginal citadel. The elastic flesh of her taut little vaginal opening stretched wide to receive his full length, opening even more than it had dilated when he had pressed three fingers, side-by-side, into her, moments before.
"Hhhhuuuunnngggghhhh!" she gasped, leaping with fright, feeling immediate pain. This caused Aarons to stop short with only the penile head of his penetrator buried inside her. The tender softness of her vaginal flesh was straining itself around the bulb-like point, clinging to it. But the woman was thrashing wildly, in a state of agony. Adams squeezed and massaged her nakedly shuddering loins and ass-cheeks, murmuring to her in a soft and quiet tone of voice, "Stay relaxed, Esther. Don't fight me. Stay calm and enjoy it and you'll see it won't be nearly as bad as you think.
It'll take you only a few moments to become accustomed to it."
Adams took a deep breath, then he flexed his lasciviously swollen cock-head inside her vaginal channel, and this elicited another whining groan from her tortured lips. He repeated the action again and again, until, with the passing of time, Esther discovered she was starting to relax. The agonizing pain was slowly vanishing leaving only a rampantly charged sense of exquisite internal pleasure.
Slowly, very slowly, but with continuing and inexorable pressure, Aarons pushed his burningly pulsating cock deeper and deeper into her narrow vaginal chasm, feeling her contracting vaginal sphincter solidly squeeze against and around the thickness of his penile shaft. This sent tantalizing sparks of erotic delight racing through the full length of his partially buried phallic organ.
Inch by tantalizing inch he stabbed into her expanding depths until he felt her deliciously voluptuous young loins start to anxiously rotate and undulate, eagerly moving back to meet the rest of his penile solidity. Her wetly dripping vagina became a hungry animal, anxious to devour the entire thickness of his hugely swollen shaft. Certain she was accepting him, Adams took a deep breath while clinging to her hips, and with a ruttingly feral thrust, using the muscles in his back and his thighs, he plunged the final few inches of his gigantic shaft into her tenderly soft, frothing depths. Her wantonly writhing loins convinced him she was not only able to take him, but wanted to feel the power of him pump back and forth.
Esther gasped as the blood-engorged head of the penis inside her moved deeper and deeper, sliding past her cervix, burying itself in the deepest part of her vaginal tract. It lodged firmly against the rear wall of her womanly container. She moaned again, but this time it was a sigh of sheer unadulterated pleasure as all the pain completely faded away.
Grinning his satisfaction, Adams continued flexing the full length of his totally buried penis, thrilling to the way layers of her inner tissue seemed to wrap tightly around his organ, caressing and squeezing it. He was more than gratified to feel her countering muscles clasping his cock in time to the way his own penis throbbed. The richly coral inner walls of her richly bedewed vagina rippled with tremblingly erotic wonder as it moistly caressed his member in the most intimate manner possible.
In the meantime, Adams's hands roamed over her lushly kneeling body. He reached forward and under her to fondle the fullness of her swollenly dangling breasts, enjoying their full ripeness like fruits ready to be picked from the tree of her body. Then his fingers trickled down across her tautly rounded belly to her wetly matted pelvis where he managed to slip an outstretched middle finger into the top of her cuntal groove. Now he began to gently caress the pulsingly excited nodule of her trembling clitoris.
Esther gasped with delight, and she began wildly bucking back against him, aching to feel him begin the powerful back-and-forth thrusting movements that would signal he was fucking her. She needed it desperately before she went stark, staring mad from overpowering desire.
"Uhhh ... Goddddd..." she gasped to Adams. "You're right, Mr. Adams ... it doesn't ... uhhhhhh ... hurt ... uhhhhh ... anymore..."
"Considering the circumstances," he replied, "don't you think you can start calling me Harry. I mean we're certainly too intimate at this point to be calling one another by our last names."
"All right, Harry," she sighed. "Then fuck me with that wonderfully thick cock of yours. Fuck me good. Fuck me hard!"
"Far be it from me to refuse a beautiful lady like yourself such a decently simple request."
"Fuck me!" she screamed, her mouth spewing out the lewd words with desperation.
Slowly then, using gently long, carefully smooth strokes, Adams, kneeling like a stud stallion behind her, began to very lightly piston his gigantically pulsing erection in and out of her creamingly aroused vagina. He tugged back on the entire length of his throbbing cock, pulling it out until only the ridged corona and the glans above it remained locked inside, feeling the way the hot orifice of her cunt clung tightly to the barrel-shaped poker of his penile point. And then he pushed it all the way in again, shoving until his hair-covered thighs whacked solidly against her upturned buttocks. The force of his cunt-dredging thrust caused his thighs to flatten the rounded cheeks of her lush buttocks.
Esther was moaning, sighing, even gurgling in an unceasing stream of throaty, gasping sounds. Her lovely face was already starting to contort because of the vibrant intensity of her rapturous ecstasy.
George Freeman, her boss, and the man who had introduced her to all this wantonness, lay there, very impatiently watching with a certain amount of interest as his kneeling superior continued fucking into Esther from the rear, screwing her as if she were a brood mare. He had to content himself with simply caressing her for the moment, enhancing the thrills more for her than for himself. He ran his hands exploringly over her sensually naked body, investigating every luscious valley and curve, but always paying particular attention to her proud young breasts, cupping the warmly soft hillocks even as they hung suspended from her body like ripened fruit.
Esther had her eyes shut and involved herself strictly in the feel of everything taking place. She applied more pressure to her arms and elbows as Adams finally established a regulated rhythm. In the meantime, one of Freeman's hands worked its way down to her wildly rippling abdomen where he was able to find and finger the tantalizing bullet of her clitoris. Through his fingertips he was able to feel the wetly thrilling vibrations of Adams's mammoth cock as it continued thrusting itself in and out of her teeming vaginal trough.
Esther felt all of it and was thrilled by all of it, certain it was impossible for her to be stimulated to any greater height without actually peaking, but she had underrated the abilities of these two men. Her mouth was clamped tightly together, her teeth grinding together with the rising tide of the passion filling her. She moaned long and loud with each forward thrust of Adams's cock into her swallowing pussy, certain her tinglingly aroused vagina was being brought even more to life by the way Samuelson continued massaging her vibrant clitoris. He rubbed it stimulatingly until she felt all the fuses in her system might blow themselves out if she didn't achieve that pinnacle of delightful satisfaction.
Abruptly, everything stopped. She was only dimly aware of Freeman's entire body sliding upward, moving around so his groin was under her face with his thighs spread wide apart. He was staring at her, propping himself up on his elbows, and little by little her passion-dimmed eyes finally focused on what he was doing. She was staring directly at the gigantic mushroom shape of his cockhead a mere two inches from her lovely face. It stabbed the air before it, waving before her eyes, looking like something menacing. She stared at it, at first not certain what the man wanted. Why was he trying to shove his phallic wand in her face?
"Wh ... what?" she asked.
"Time for your next lesson," Freeman told her, completely unaware of the time she had spent with the two used-car dealers. "I want you to start sucking my cock."
"Suck it?" she asked, her mind still dimly hearing things, not certain what it was he wanted her to do.
"That's right," Freeman told her. "Suck it like a piece of tasty hard candy."
"B-But...."
"No buts about it," he told her, mistaking her hesitancy for reticence. "While Harry fucks your lovely cunt, I fuck your wonderful mouth. This way we both enjoy you at the same time. So get to it, Esther."
"Funny ... it never occurred to me..."
"Oh don't go into any longwinded speeches," Freeman told her. "Just open that mouth and start sucking."
One of his hands came down and grasped his throbbing cock, holding it straight and upright, holding the red dome less than an inch from her face. She stared at it, seeing the way it throbbed with lascivious desire.
The shiny, satiny tip of his hotly pulsating penile wand brushed ever so lightly against Esther's lips. It moved to her cheek because she didn't open her mouth.
This was indeed something different, Esther had to admit. She remembered how much she had enjoyed sucking Rick's cock, and then she felt the enjoyable twitches of Adams's cock in her cunt. A cock in her cunt and one in her mouth seemed like an almost perfect idea. Why not!
Freeman, thinking her hesitation was due to her not wanting to do it, quickly flattened a palm on each of her facial cheeks and guided her head slowly, forcefully to his cock. With cruel pressure he forced her head down until the tip of his shuddering prick was rubbing against her closed lips.
"Come on, come on," Freeman was saying. "Open that pretty mouth, Esther. Let's get sucking."
Aarons thrust his hard cock into the depths of her body, thrilling her even more, making her open her mouth wide. Her lips formed a perfect ellipse, and Freeman, acting before she might have a chance to change her mind, flexed his hips upward while at the same time his hands crammed her lovely head down. The thick slab of rounded cock pushed its way into her mouth. At first, only the heated tip pushed between her soft lips and she felt angry that the man was forcing her. Had he asked her nicely, she would have done it even more willingly. The mere fact that he was making her do it angered her. She felt her mouth close with the tip of his cock inside, and she was all set to gag and choke.
"Easy, now..." Freeman insisted. "Don't get cute and try to bite. Remember that tape and use your tongue."
What riled Esther most was the fact that Freeman was not merely doing this for his own pleasure. He was doing this to degrade her. It rankled her to think these big, brave men had nothing better to do than humiliate a helpless woman. And so it took all her willpower not to sink her teeth into Freeman's cock. There was no escape from this degrading debauchery. She wanted to gag on his cock and heave all over him, but managed to contain herself because despite the man's humiliating and shaming desires, the pressure of his moving cock in the depths of her throat added to the erotic feeling being built in her flooded vagina by the continually pounding cock of Harry Adams.
Freeman's cock was considerably thicker than that of Rick, the man who had introduced her to fellatio. She felt the swollen member really stretch her mouth before automatically sinking into her esophagus. Her pharynx took a little time to adjust to the thickness, but adjust it did, and soon she found herself completely at ease with the one moving cock in her mouth and the other slamming penis working through the sloshy depths of her trembling vagina.
Esther decided Freeman's pulsing penis had a meatier, rangier flavor to it than Rick's cock. In fact, it had an almost-sweetly pungent taste to it, and she slowly relaxed her body, resigning herself to the taking on of the two men at once. Had she performed this act of her own free will, she'd have enjoyed it much more. Now, she accepted the fact that she'd have to perform this lewd act, and so she hollowed her cheeks as she exerted a strong, sucking pressure. At the same time she used her tongue, swiping it across the underside of Freeman's cock whether it moved in or out. The man was gasping his pleasure, thrilling to what he believed was her natural expertise, murmuring, "Right on, Esther. You really have a knack for doing things the right way. Just keep lapping like a good girl ... but remember ... keep those teeth covered by your pretty lips."
Remembering how much Rick had enjoyed the movement of her head, she began nodding up and down, her tight lips caressing the entire girth of the throbbing cock as the lust-hardened shaft slid in and out of her mouth, keeping time with the heavier penis fucking in and out of her teeming pussy. Each time her mouth sank on the shaft, she swallowed that much more of it down her throat. Excited passion built higher and higher in her inflamed body.
Behind her she sensed one of Harry Adams's hands slip between the rounded cheeks of her volleyball-buttocks. His hand was a buttress between her cheeks and his thighs. She felt his slender finger searching in the sweat-dampened crevice between her gluteal moons as he tentatively pressed the tip of his forefinger against her tightly crinkled rectal opening. Slowly, very slowly, the finger slid into her nether channel. She felt searing pain in there, but she was unable tcr scream. Her mouth and throat were clogged with Samuelson's cock. At the same time Adams's massive erection continued plumbing the deepest part of her heated cunt.
Adams pushed harder, and little by little his forefinger sank all the way up to his palm into the tightly crushing rubbery depths of her narrow rectum. And little by little the rear tunnel began adjusting to the moving finger as it slammed in and out of the hole between her nakedly writhing buttocks. Now her loins were being dually ravished. All three of her openings were filled.
Esther found herself enjoying the pressure of the finger and two penises, doing her best to pull all three ever deeper into her inner channels. Her throat was certainly absorbing more and more of Freeman's penis, giving him feelings he had never known with any other women. Most females who fellated never permitted the penile head to penetrate their gullets. So Freeman was used to having only about two-thirds of his hard cock sucked. This woman was going all the way, absorbing the full length of it, squeezing the head of his penis flat each time it pushed into her esophagus. Her continued slurping made him ram his cock in all the harder, and Esther countered by bobbing her head that much more swiftly. The sensation of all three orifices being probed and massaged was wild, and the sensations building in herself were greater than anything she had previously known. Now she completely surrendered herself to the forbidden ecstasy of her obscenely licentious need.
As George Freeman, now panting as he labored to slam his cock down her throat, began approaching his orgasm, Esther never gave a second thought to his sperm. Having tasted Rick's, she accepted the fact that sperm was delicious, no matter whose balls made it. And then Freeman was stiffening, grunting, "HHHUUURRRGGGHH ... AAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHH ... G G G G A A A A G G G G H H H H ... YYYYYEEEEEAAAAARRRRRGGGHH..." and he was coming, shooting everything down Esther's anxious throat, his throbbing penis wildly jerking and insanely pumping. Esther gulped it all down, thrilling to the taste of it as her own orgasm began building. Because of the penis working in her vagina the orgasm would not be limited to any one part of her body, but would surge through every nerve-ending and fiber of her shuddering being. The kneeling brunette continued sucking on his thickly spurting cock until there simply was no more fluid left for him to surrender.
Freeman relaxed against the mattress, wanting to fall asleep, but Esther's mouth continued sucking, even as his massive pole continued shrinking. He tried pulling free, but Esther's mouth clung adamantly to his cock, and her lips, tightly ringing the base, prevented the blood from flowing out of the countless inner sacs. Though he was not quite hard, he was unable to shrink as her mouth pulled on the over-sensitive organ.
Behind her, Harry Adams continued slaving away, slamming his masculine horn into her heatedly wet and throbbing vaginal enclave. Esther felt like a rag doll being buffeted back and forth by the cock in her cunt and the finger in her rectum.
Mounting rapture, at the very center of Esther's inner universe was almost beyond anything she had ever known. She was an incendiary bomb all ready to explode as Harry Adams pounded into her with an awesome power no other man had ever imparted. It was all she was able to do to hang onto her senses as he violently moved her salaciously helpless body to and fro.
And then, without warning, she felt her orgasm completely overwhelm her. For a brief instant in time she felt as if she were standing on the peak of Everest, dizzily inhaling the thin atmosphere, looking at sights no human had ever before been privileged to see. And then she fell off the mountain, spasmodically convulsing with cataclysmic sensations. Her screams of rapture were long and loud as her mouth opened and finally released Freeman's cock.
"OOOOOHHHHH ... HHHHHAAAAGGG-HH ... YYYYYYEEEEEEAAAAAAGGGGHH-H ... IT'SSSSSS ... IT'SSSSSS ... H H H H H H E E E E E R R R R R E ... GGGGGUUUUUNNNNNGGGGGHHHHH ... UHHHHHHH ... C-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O MMMMMMIIIIIINNNNNNGG GGGGUUUUUGGGGGHHHHHH! EEEEEEAAAAAAAAIIIIIIYY YYYYAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHH. . . "
Esther would have collapsed limply on top of Freeman had not Adams's hands held her rump up. The man punched his burning firebrand into the seething depths of her churning cunt, until, with one final buttocks-flattening thrust, Adams came. Unlike most others, Adams came in silence, gritting his teeth as his massively jerking penis expanded even more, ejaculating its white-hot flow into the burning confines of her throbbingly satisfied vagina. He clung to her naked loins, holding her body tightly against his, groaning out raspy satisfaction, but never once screaming.
Then, after long moments, he completely relaxed, his hands releasing her, letting her fall to the bed as his own body fell on top of hers. All three of them were completely drained and exhausted.
CHAPTER SIX
By the time she returned to her bedroom, Milburn was fast asleep, loudly snoring. He hadn't even missed her. Perhaps it was just as well. The last thing she wanted was to explain to her husband why she had returned to the room so late.
Undressing, she went to the bathroom and soaked for a long time in the hot tub she prepared for herself. Then she put on her nightie and went to sleep, cuddling next to her husband.
The following morning, when she awoke, she found Milburn with a king-sized hangover. He stayed in bed while she dressed in a simple white cotton dress. This time she didn't bother with pantyhose. It was too hot here in the Bahamas. Using nylon foot-coverings, she slipped her feet into flat white walking shoes and went down to breakfast. After breakfast, she joined the other members of Mueller Brush in one of the meeting rooms. Here, she received the shock of her life.
True, Adams had mentioned it to her, but Esther was certain he had been fooling. But the truth, she had been promoted to sales manager of her office, taking George Freeman's place. Freeman had been promoted to regional supervisor, taking Harry Adams's place, and Adams had been promoted to vice-president of the entire eastern seaboard.
When it was all over, Adams came over to Esther, ostensibly to congratulate her. He led her to a corner of the room, saying, "Freeman is moving to the coast next year. There's a way to make an indelible impression on both, the president and the chairman of the board, if you know what I mean."
"My God!" Esther snapped at him. "You must think I'm some kind of common tramp."
"There's nothing common about becoming regional supervisor. Besides, if you do this thing, I promise to get the tape back from George so you can burn it."
"The two of you will find something else to hold over my head," the woman said. "Look, just leave me alone, please."
She turned on her heel and headed back to her room. When she got there, she found Milburn had gone. He was probably having breakfast.
Lying down, she began dozing. Everything was moving much too quickly, and she needed to think; to work things out.
Her eyes opened when she heard a key in the lock of her room. She thought her husband had returned, but she was astonished to see Harry Adams walk in with two white-haired men.
"Well, well, I'm glad your here, Esther," Adams said to her. "The desk clerk was very cooperative about giving me the extra key to your room. I want you to meet Nate Breedman and Ken Rickels. Nate is the president of Mueller Brushes, and Ken is chairman of the board. They've been dying to meet you."
"Yes indeed," Breedman, the shorter of the two men nodded. "Harry has been telling us so many nice things about you. We came here to find out for ourselves."
"Are you all crazy?" Esther asked. "My husband will return at any moment."
"George Freeman has him in the bar, and he's keeping him busy," Adams replied. "So I'll leave you three alone." And he left.
"Now just a damn minute," Esther shouted, but it was too late. Adams was gone and she was alone with the two white-haired men.
"You can just call me Nate," the shorter man told her, taking off his glasses.
He was a little on the heavy side, but the snow on his roof belied the fact that a strong fire still burned in his hearth.
"I'll take the mouth," the one called Ken
Rickles said to the other man. "I always like the mouth, and from what Adams says, she's capable of taking the two of us on at the same time."
Esther stared at them in horror. Rickles, the taller, thinner of the two white-haired men, was plainly the nastier. They were intent on fucking her, and she knew if she resisted or called for help, not only would she lose her new-found position at Mueller Brush, but she ran a very heavy risk of being exposed as a thief and an adulteress.
God! What the hell was the use! Let the two of them have their way and get them out of the room before Milburn came back.
Shrugging, she nodded her head, dumbly.
The one called Nate knew there would be no battle. Adams always knew how to pick them. The best thing about this one was she worked for the company. She was good to look at, and if she performed half as well as Adams claimed, she'd be available at later dates. They were going to fuck this pretty bundle of feminine pulchritude, and there was no way she would stop them.
Nate, the older of the two men, smiled licentiously, his wrinkled face creasing even more, making him look that much older to Esther. He undid his pants after removing his jacket, and dropped both to the floor. Ken Rickels followed suit. When his underpants hit the floor, Esther had to admit there was nothing old-looking about his cock. It was as solid and as rampant as that of any teenager as it pointed in her direction. It was a big one, about as big as that attached to Rick, the used-car dealer. The one sported by Ken Rickels was just about the same size. Rickels' cock was all white, save for the pink helmet topping it. Nate's prick was white at the base, pink the rest of the way up the shaft, and a rich red on top.
Nate stared at Esther's eyes, mistaking the expression of loathing on her face for one of wonder as she stared at him while he finished removing his clothing. There was also a helplessness in her eyes which seemed to say he was in for one heck of a good time. He had fucked a great many women in his time, and it was highly biased opinion that he had brought pleasure to all of them.
What neither of the men knew was, Esther was a woman easily aroused and even more easily satisfied since the various ordeals she had undergone. A solid fuck was a way of life with her. Her body needed and yearned for at least a cock a day, even if she, herself, was not yet ready to admit it.
"Take off the clothes," Rickels said to her.
Esther began undressing. It was easy this time since she had put on a minimum of clothing. Soon, all three were undressed.
Nate stepped toward her, his mouth open, his eyes drinking in the long, full roundness of her lithe calves and thighs. This one was special, all right.
Esther decided to make one final plea, naked as she was.
"Please," she said to the two men. "Won't the two of you dress, walk out of here, and leave me alone?"
"We made the deal with Adams," Rickels told her. "You get moved up because of this. Since we've already told everyone about your promotion, you have to go through with it, Esther."
"God! Don't the two of you understand? I can't do this any more. I just can't do this. I have to stop sometime, and I want to stop now."
"A deal's a deal," Nate told her.
"Please..." she begged, but her cries fell on unhearing ears as the arms of Nate Breedman enveloped her, his lips crushing tightly against hers. She felt the pressure of his heatedly throbbing penis pressing solidly into the soft flatness of her belly. His tongue thrust firmly into her mouth, and Esther did her best to struggle, but there were two of them and she found herself surrounded by the two bodies. Nate's thickly probing tongue filled her mouth as the arms of the two men surrounded her so she felt she was tightly held by an octopus. Their arms and legs flowed over her like strands of a giant spider web, and Esther felt completely helpless.
"Please," she begged, "please don't."
She was on her feet, being pushed back to the bed. The edge of the mattress caught behind her knees, and the force of their momentum caused the trio to fall, with Esther sprawling on her back.
Ken Rickels was up and moving behind her, pinning her shoulders to the mattress with his knees as his groin hovered directly over her face. The scent of the perfumed soap he used on his groin flooded her nostrils. Esther pressed her thighs together, doing her best to hold back the body between them trying to widen them. When Rickels tried lowering his balls into her face, she opened her mouth wide, and the man managed to pull his scrotum back before her teeth snapped shut.
Esther kicked out with her smoothly slender legs, and this gave Nate the opportunity he had been waiting for. He was pressing her inner thighs farther and farther apart, triumphantly sinking his own body between them as they splayed open. Now his long and fleshy cock was pulsating almost viciously with its point jammed against the crack between her buttocks. Now that his shoulders had her thighs tugged wide, Esther was incapable of further movement.
The battle was over. Her dazed mind accepted the fact that she had lost another fight. All that was left was humiliation.
Nate's pelvis began a continuous grinding motion against her own upturned pubis, while Ken Rickels cautiously lowered his cock toward her face. Esther turned her face to the side while feeling Nate's huge, rubbery prick trace a wetly sticky path up and down her perineum, teasing the split of her vagina, but making no attempt to widen it ... yet.
Esther felt she was suffocating when Ken Rickels' thighs came down around her face. His balls were pressing against her cheek as he struggled to straighten her face so he'd be able to probe between her lips with his cock.
Esther bounced as she felt the thick penis between her thighs massaging the slit dividing her cunt lips. His pubic hairs rubbed against her cunt lips, all but scratching the delicate membranes. The lust-thickened shaft Nate rubbed against her continued teasing Esther's vagina, probing, flicking, moving like some giant anaconda playing with a helpless mouse, though this particular anaconda wanted to be devoured by its victim.
Heat was building rapidly in Esther's body as she fought off the two heads of the company. Tantalizing torment made her want to stop struggling, but she was unable to do so.
Her hips were the first to betray the unconscious feelings seething inside her. They began moving in small circles, barely noticeable at first, but anxiously rotating nonetheless. At that instant the only thing real to her was the blistering flame searing deep in her passion-taut belly. The fires of wanton desire were now licking out from between her legs, crying to be extinguished.
Nate and Rickels felt victory. The woman would surrender to them, after all. Her thighs, which had been tightly gripping Nate's hips in a show of resistance suddenly fell away, no longer clinging to him. Her heels hooked behind the man's knees and with a throaty animal groan, she opened her mouth and sucked in Rickels' thick penis. His balls mashed against her nose as he hovered over her, facing Nate, yet she managed to pull in a lot of the meaty wand. She sucked voraciously, all but chewing on the heavy cock. At the same time she ground her heatedly anxious cunt against the rock-solid penis, attempting to reach out with her cunt lips and pull it in. Nate savored her attempts, then finally decided it was time to stop teasing.
Reaching down, he guided his anxiously pulsing penile head between the now-unprotected folds of her fleshy cunt lips. He was grinning, feeling an obscene triumph, sincerely certain he was responsible for the sudden change of heart in Esther Fine. Yes, she was typical of most women; reluctant at first, then more than willing when a superior cock came along.
Esther's softly curling pussy hairs parted as Nate pushed his licentiously bloated penile head forward into the moist deliciousness of her vagina. The sensitive smoothness of her inner membranes was so delicious, once her labia surrounded his glans, he thrust forward solidly, pushing his meaty length into her seething depths.
Esther bucked as her vaginal lips, forced apart, began clinging to the thick pole sliding into her. Having absorbed Harry Aarons' cock in her hot cunt, she was able to handle that of Nate Breedman with relative ease, though her vaginal tissues did cling to the massive pole.
Nate shoved again, and Esther, taking a deep breath through her nose, sucked strongly on the heavy cock pushing toward her throat. She inwardly moaned as she sucked, rotating her young hips even more quickly. Nate, unable to contain himself, suddenly pushed hard, shoving every last little bit of cock into the puddling depths of her squeezing pussy. His sperm-bloated balls thwacked against her ass-cheeks. Then Nate lifted her legs and threw them over his shoulders, forcing her thighs back so he was able to penetrate even deeper. All Esther was able to do was gurgle, surprised at how deep this man's cock was going. His forcing her thighs back changed the angle of her mouth a little, allowing her to suck in more of Rickels' cock. Nate looked down, enjoying the sight of his white pubic hairs mingling with the midnight curls on Esther's mount. The base of his hard cock was buried deep, and he intended to try and push it in deeper.
Not to be outdone by Nate, Ken Rickels slammed his penis deeper into Esther's mouth, scrubbing the point of her chin with his pubic brush. His cock reached into her gullet, touching the nerve-endings she so desperately wanted titillated.
Esther writhed helplessly beneath the two men, flexing the muscular walls of her vaginal passage around Nate's throbbing cock, feeling them clasp the penis as a glove would cling to a hand.
The two moving cocks throbbed and pulsated, alive inside her. The hard, rubbery tip of one pushed past her cervix, while the elastic point of the other crammed itself ever deeper into her throat. Esther felt herself one with the two moving penises, and she sucked even more strongly as her vagina began nursing on the hard penis buried within its confining interior.
Nate flexed his throbbing cock now that he had it buried to the hilt inside Esther, and was gratified by the way she twitched. This was going to be a very interesting session.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Milburn Fine wondered if George Freeman had a loose screw somewhere. His wife's manager had taken him into the cocktail lounge and had attempted to get him drunk. Hell, it was fun to go off on a bender now and again, but to get drunk every day was ridiculous. The thing he wanted to do was take a dip in the swimming pool. Somehow, he managed to shake Freeman, then he headed back toward his room. He was outside the door, about to put the key in the lock, when he distinctly heard a male voice inside say, "Oh God! r coming already ... YYYEEEAAAGGGHHH ... GGGAAAGGGHHH..."
Unlocking the door, he stared unbelievingly at the spectacle of two strange men, both with white hair, fucking his wife. The one who was hovering over her mouth was shooting his wax down Esther's throat, and Esther was ... swallowing it? Hell! She'd never done anything like that for him.
Ken Rickels, unaware of Milburn, emptied the last of his seed into Esther's mouth, then tumbled off the woman, giving Nate Breedman a clear field for his own climax.
Esther groaned helplessly, unable to stop herself from enjoying everything as her heatedly quivering cunt was plundered again and again. Nate was slamming into her with such vehemence, her body slid a little less than an inch toward the headboard each time he fucked forward. Her legs were thrust all the way back with her kneecaps over her shoulders. She sensed Nate's cock-head pounding in and out of her tender tunnel like a pummeling piston.
Her vagina flared wide as the clasping lips of her hair-lined orifice opened even wider to receive the delicious rape of her secret inner self.
Esther was now a totally different woman. There was no use pretending she didn't want or enjoy a good cock, any longer. She needed sex, needed it badly. From now on she intended taking anything and everything Milburn had to offer, and if he wasn't enough, she'd find some outside cock. She loved Milburn, but with her new job she felt a sense of independence for the very first time. She didn't want to lose her husband, but if Milburn left her, she would be financially independent.
From the way Nate was pounding into her, Esther knew it wouldn't be too much longer before he came. She'd already had an oral climax when Ken Rickels had exploded his semen down her throat. Now she was waiting for her vaginal climax, and she had enough faith in herself to know she would come before Nate exploded. The knowledge of her oncoming orgasm drove her wild with renewed passion. She was reaching under her, around her buttocks in an attempt to grab and caress the man's balls, when she heard Milburn's voice yell, "Esther, you tramp!"
Her husband's voice was hoarse with anger, and for a moment her heart stopped beating. Despite her feeling of inner independence she had not wanted her husband to discover her infidelity.
"Milburn," she screamed, "they forced their way in and raped me."
"Sure," Milburn nodded. "I watched the way you were being raped. I notice how you swallowed all that man's sperm."
"But Milburn..." she screamed.
"Oh shut the hell up, Esther," her husband insisted. "It seems you've been doing things with other men you won't do with me. Well there's one thing I'll bet you haven't done with these others, and I'm the one to take that particular 'cherry.' "
"Milburn ... no...."
"Shut up," her normally mild-mannered husband snapped. "Just shut the hell up. And you ... old man, roll over and keep your cock in her. Roll over so her lovely little ass is facing straight up in the air."
Nate Breedman looked puzzled for a moment. He looked over at Ken Rickles, who was dressing. Rickels smiled and nodded. Shrugging, Nate wrapped his arms tightly around Esther's slender body, and with a single smooth effort, rolled over so she was lying on top of him. Now her ripely quivering tan buttocks were pointed straight at the ceiling. The frantic young wife desperately struggled to free herself from Nate's grip, but he held her firmly. She was suddenly shocked into immobility by the stinging slaps against her buttocks.
"You just hold that goddamned ass still," Milburn insisted.
Esther felt his fingers probing between her cheeks. He found the little pucker of her rectal opening. Startled, she twisted her head around and saw Milburn, after removing his own pants, was kneeling between Nate's legs as he concentrated on the nakedly inviting cleft of her buttocks. Esther was filled with shame, but she had no idea just what it was Milburn intended doing. Surely he didn't intend to content himself with merely fingering of her ass-hole. At this point she was certain she had lost her husband's love forever. He was the kind of man who would never forgive her for what she had done.
She jumped, feeling his outstretched finger pressing against her tightly puckered anus. And then it came to her. Just as Harry Aarons had used fingers to widen her vagina before pushing his cock into her, Milburn was now probing into her rectum with his fingers, widening it because he intended to bury his cock in there. Oh God! Even though Milburn was built along the length and thickness of Nate Breedman, something like that being shoved in her rectum would tear her apart.
"Milburn," she screamed, flexing her buttocks tightly together. "You can't ... you just can't...."
The pressure of his thumbs inserted in the moist crevice was too great. The twin ovals were cruelly stretched apart from one another until Esther felt the cool air rushing in to wash the warmly deep interior. "Milburn..." she screamed. "That's sick ... you know it ... you can't do that to me...."
"Esther, you just shut up," Milburn yelled, his freckled face screwing up with anger. Esther detected a note of sexual hunger in his tone and for the first time began realizing, through all the hurt Milburn was feeling, his arousal was there, too.
Nate Breedman grabbed her body at the hips and he began solidly yanking her up and down, up and down, until, despite the terror and the anguish she felt, she was almost delirious with rapture because of the ecstatic feelings she was enjoying caused by the throbbing penis fucking in and out of her tightly yearning tunnel.
"Stop worrying," Nate whispered to her. "Once your husband widens that little ass-hole of yours, he and I will fuck you in tandem and you'll love it."
Esther gasped, wanting to protest, tears filling her eyes as she realized the vile and unnatural act her husband was planning to do to her. Milburn, her own straitlaced husband was about to fuck into her ass-hole, sodomizing her. This whole thing was unbelievable. Jesus! This was one thing she'd never survive. God! She'd never again be able to face anyone after this ultimate degradation ... and by her husband, of all people. The last few days had been tame compared to all this. Not only did she not expect her husband to love her ever again, but she felt herself losing a lot of the love she'd always felt for him. He was behaving like a sick and degenerate fiend with innate tendencies of sadism.
Esther tried squirming her buttocks away from Milburn, but it was a useless attempt as Nate continued mercilessly skewering her on the outer edges of the small elastic doughnut hole that was her anus, then suddenly he rammed a finger into her. Esther remained silent. She had been anally fingered before, and Milburn's manual digit was causing no undue strain at the moment. She clamped her lips tightly closed, deciding not to give the three men in the room the satisfaction of hearing her beg and cry.
Ken Rickels was now seated in a chair across the room, fully dressed and enjoying the sight of all this. His orgasm had been so intense, there was no chance of his developing another erection so soon. Hell! He was sixty-three years old, and at that age, a man was entitled to some decent rest between climaxes, though he had to admit Esther Fine had the kind of body designed to build erections in impotent men.
Grinning excitedly, wildly aroused at the prospect of fucking his wife's ass even if some other joker was plumbing her cuntal depths, Milburn rotated his finger in the tightly puckered little opening as his wife's voluptuously slender body was propelled up and down the tubular length of Nate Breedman's cock. Esther was almost oblivious of her husband's finger as she concentrated on the full length of Nate's cock driving in and out of her widely stretched vagina. She relaxed once more, again starting to move her hips down to meet the powerful up-thrusts of the hot penis continually thundering into the tight depths of her seething cunt. Nate Breedman did have style when it came to fucking, making good use of his thrusting cock, creating the sensation it was longer and thicker than it really was. Milburn's fingering of her ass actually felt good. Then he unexpectedly pushed a second finger in to join the first. This time it hurt. Esther tried jerking away from the rectal anguish his fingers were causing.
The woman's heart sank as she felt Nate's arms holding her down so Milburn's two fingers would be able to continue sodomizing her. Then, without warning, he tugged the two fingers from her rectum. Nate's hands clamped themselves all the more tightly around her slender waist, and abruptly Esther felt herself being lifted off the cock in her pussy. Oh God! Not now! She had been so close to coming.
Behind her, Milburn gripped her ass-cheeks, tugging her closer and closer to the rigid skewer of his wetly vellicating cock. He rubbed the head of his throbbing penis in the wet slush of her vagina, then gripping his excited penis, he began guiding it forward until it touched the prune-like little pucker of her tiny anus.
Esther trembled, fearful of what was to happen. She knew there was no way she'd be able to take that thick cock of her husband's in her rectum without feeling agony. She desperately struggled, trying to wriggle away, but the two men securely held her in place. She felt Milburn's smooth loins behind her as his heatedly hard penis moved up and down in the narrow crevice of her upturned buttocks. Then she felt a direct pressure against the sensitive bud of her anal opening. The pressure was almost soft, at first, then grew to relentless hardness ... and then there was pain.
Her loud scream pierced the breathless silence of the room as she abruptly felt the tightly resisting nether ring of her sphincter suddenly give way before the powerfully ramming pressure of her husband's stiff cock. In a blazing spear-thrust of agony the lust-filled penile point stabbed just inside her sphincter with a wicked "plop." The pain of the perverted action vibrated through every nerve-ending in her tender body. She began crying out, incoherently babbling for mercy, but her husband's moving pole of steel-like flesh continued driving inward, rubbing against the fearfully puckering flesh inside her wide-stretched rectal tunnel, sending waves of anguish before it. She moaned with shuddering pain as it sank deeper and deeper into the tightness of her trembling body until she felt the stiffly curling hairs of Milburn's pelvis scrub her ultra-sensitive ass-cheeks. His thickly heated penis twitched and jerked, excited as it was at being shoved into the shuddering depths of her rectum and colon, buried to its hairy base.
Without waiting, Milburn began moving his cock in and out of her ass, and Nate, who had tugged his own penis from the seething depths of her quivering pussy, wrapped his hands around Esther's tiny waist again, and jerked her cunt right back onto his hotly upstanding shaft. Esther moaned, in despair now that she felt the two penises wildly rummaging through her.
The one in her rectum felt thicker because her back tunnel was so much narrower. But she sensed the way they rubbed against one another, with only a thin membrane in her body separating the two channels. She squirmed wildly, hoping to free herself from the fastenings of the dual penises, but even as she moved the pain in her body changed to a weird, wildly thrilling pleasure. Slowly she began to respond to the dual impalement, moving her thighs back and forth, up and down, feeling one cock move in as the other moved out. Exquisite pleasure, the like of which she hadn't dreamed of, wafted through her sensitive body as she was buffeted back and forth between the two men.
Esther's entire being was becoming an uncontrolled mass of inner lust as she wildly undulated with uncontrolled abandon. She was completely lost in the newly overpowering thrills as she wildly rotated her loins, joyously skewering herself on the twin shafts fucking so wonderfully into her body. She squeezed with both, her vaginal and rectal muscles, giving the two men equal pleasure. A throbbingly wonderful volcanic sensation was mounting ever higher in her body and she felt the most fantastic orgasm of all time would shortly overtake her.
"Ooooooh! Uuuuuhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhh!" she groaned, as numbing delight built to higher and higher plateaus in her body.
"Look at that girl go," Ken Rickels said, still sitting in the chair across the room. "God," he said to Milburn, "are you ever lucky to be married to someone like that."
Esther's body jerked and shook like a puppet on a string as she felt her orgasm starting to swell inside her. It built higher, higher, higher, and then she was there, shouting, "AAAAAIIIII ... YYYYYAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH ... AAAAAGGGGGHHHHH. . . "
The two men continued wildly fucking into her as she churned and jerked, and when it seemed she was finally recovering from her orgasm, new thrills began building inside her. It was going to happen again ... all over again.
Lying back on the bed, Nate Breedman was unable to do a thing but stare as he felt her vaginal muscles clutch the thickness of his throbbing cock. He watched as a second orgasm tore through Esther. She was out of her mind with a series of climaxes, one breaking on the other.
Milburn was startled by the realization that he was glad his wife was enjoying all this. In spite of everything he was crazy about her, and he'd have to be an utter fool to let go of her. Hell! He intended keeping her around no matter what she'd done. It was obvious, whether or not she had been sexually intelligent before, she had sure learned a lot coming to this convention. And as her husband he'd be able to take full advantage of the fact, fucking her whenever he pleased, wherever he pleased, and in whichever hole pleased him. His wife was one of those special women who were able to attain orgasms easily and quickly. And in spite of all she had gone through, he was certain she still loved him. It seemed impossible that this was his prudish, overly moral wife, but it was her. And he decided he liked her better this way.
Again and again the two men slammed into her, and the sight was so arousing to Ken Rickels, he felt his erection growing again. Once more dropping his pants, he hurried over to the bed, waving his penis near Esther's cheek. She turned her head and once again engulfed it, sucking as if she intended drawing his very soul through his cock. He slammed his penis in and out of her mouth in perfect rhythm to the other two moving organs.
Esther's mind was spinning so fast, she had no idea what to think. Her ears picked up the sound of a low animal groan coming from her husband.
Lord! His cock in her rear tunnel felt so delightful. She sensed the swelling prick starting to enlarge and expand as it slammed into her colon again and again. She also felt Nate's throbbing penis enlarging, and she knew the two men were all set to come. And Ken Rickels, who was a fast climaxer, wasn't too far behind, either. She squeezed her vaginal tract all the more tightly while compressing her ass-cheeks and hollowing her oral cheeks.
OHHHHHHH ... MYYYYYYYY ... GODDDDDDDDD ... UUUUNNNNGGGG GHHHHH ... " Milburn began yelling, and he poured a river of white semen into the tight depths of her colon, and this triggered another orgasm in Esther's violently twitching body. It was so strong, she pitched forward while tugging on Ken Rickels's cock, literally drawing the seed right out of his balls as he spurt what little he had left into her mouth.
Now it was Nate "Breedman's turn. He grunted a coughing, "UUUUUGGGGGHHHFFFFF ... HHHHUUUUNNNNHHHHFFFF ... HHHHAAAANNNNFFFFFF..." and he finally fired an ocean of sperm into Esther's pulsating vagina.
After that, the four of them simply collapsed and lay like dead for what seemed like hours. When the two older men finally did recover some strength, they dressed and left, and Esther and Milburn, with some of their strength recovered, began experimenting in earnest.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Half-drained of his stamina, Milburn Fine left his home to go to his electronics shop that Monday morning. Esther, his wife, lay back in her bed, delightedly content. Milburn had made her come three times before he'd fired his own fluids into her. He intended fucking his wife every morning to make certain she was completely satisfied and didn't have to look elsewhere.
Esther languished in bed a little longer, then got up, bathed, ate breakfast, and dressed in one of her imagine suits. She hurried down to the office, and there sitting on the desk of what was now her office, was the tape Adams had promised her. She took her time burning it. There was also a note canceling the rest of her debt to the Mueller Brush Company, as well as an additional five-hundred dollar bonus.
All of George Freeman's things had been moved out of the office, and as Esther looked around she decided the female secretary had to go. There were male secretaries today, and they were just as efficient as the females. Besides, Esther would be able to use a male secretary in an extra-curricular activity.
She looked over the list of new salesmen and decided the smart thing to do would be to begin her job by teaching the salesmen different selling techniques. Those who did especially well would be rewarded in a very personal way. Esther intended getting the most mileage out of her salesmen, in more ways than one.
In spite of what Milburn thought, her body had not been totally satisfied by her husband. In fact, Milburn had merely whetted her appetite for cohabitation. She had no idea why, but the more she had, the 'more she wanted. It worried her a little, because Esther began wondering if she had a limit.
Well, she thought, there's only one way to find out.
There were eight new salesmen in the outer office, and she intended interviewing every one of them ... one at a time.
